#captain Kid x reader

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

Switchin’ Up Positions

Summary: OP men and their fav positions 👅

feat: Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Kidd

cw: f!reader, NSFW, spitting, biting, bruises, idk what to tell you this is a freaky fic

a/n: ignore how I already posted Zoro’s section. it’s NOT my problem… and i edited it bc it was highkey cheeks. Also if this is rushed… i don’t care

Zoro: ✨Riding✨

As a swordsman, he is constantly aware of what and who his back is facing towards. It’s been engrained in him since he was a young child to never leave the area unguarded.

And as much as he trusts you, there’s nothing stopping an enemy from breaking down the door and stabbing him in the back while he’s balls deep in your cunt.

You’re the one who proposed the idea of riding… and he shot it down immediately. He saw it as relinquishing control and hated the idea with every once of his being.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about it… when he’s on top of you, he’s never able to fully focus on you, his ears straining as they listen for enemies outside the door, waiting to attack him while he’s pounding your pretty wet pussy.

So after a few night of thinking, he begrudgingly made his way to your quarters and muttered something along the lines of, “I guess we can try it if you really want…”

And it’s been smooth sailing ever since. He still had complete control, one hand constantly gripping your hips to guide your pace. And he was able to pay attention to you fully and completely.

He found subtleties that he had never noticed before because he was too busy being paranoid. The way you would mewl just barely when his fingers curled and twisted in your cunt. The way your thighs would twitch when he pressed down on your tummy while also thrusting in.

Riding quickly became his go to.

~

He tastes of sake.

It’s as if he’s trying to consume you, his tongue jammed down your throat and his teeth clacking against yours. Zoro took everything he did to the extreme, and kissing was no exception. He may not be super experienced or skilled, but he was hungry, and that more than made up for it.

“C’mere…” Zoro wraps an arm around your waist and drags you down onto the bed, rolling you on top of him and running his hands up and down your bare legs. You’re wearing a skirt… far too small for his liking. And watching you dance and twirl with others all night pissed him off. …Sure, Zoro denied your numerous pleads to dance, but that didn’t mean that another man could fucking dip you, your head nearly touching the ground like that one guy had done.

Now the two of you are alone on the Thousand Sunny, the night still too young for the other Strawhats to retreat.

Zoro kicks off his pants and boxers in a swift motion, his cock sliding out to rest against his stomach, precum beading the tip. He looks up at you expectantly, a stupid smirk on his lips.

God, you hate that you know exactly what he wants.

Zoro grabs your skirt, bunching it up around your waist to watch as you hover above him, your fingers hooked around your panties to pull them aside. He licks his lips at the sight of your pretty pussy, a small string of arousal connecting your folds to the fabric of your underwear.

His hand slides to up and down your thigh, soothingly, before he brings his thumb down to your clit. Rolling his thumb with familiar practiced movements over your pearl, he watches with amused eyes as you suck in a harsh breath, your face flushing as you lick your lips.

“Put it in?” You huff softly, bracing your palms on Zoro’s bare abdomen and rocking your hips forward to rub against Zoro’s length. His mouth twitches and he curses softly under his breath.

Zoro scoffs in response, using his freehand to pop open your blouse. He trails his fingers down the expanse of your stomach before circling around to unclip your bra, freeing your breasts to his hungry gaze. “Why are you asking my permission. It’s yours. You put it in.”

Your nose wrinkles at his expression, he’s looking at you as though you’d asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard. You click your tongue, but lift yourself off of him. Grabbing his twitching cock, you give a few good pumps to spread his precum across his length before positioning his fat, pink tip against your leaking hole.

Zoro twists his hand in your hair and tugs you down for a kiss, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip. You’re dizzy just from his mouth, it’s astounding how you’re ever able to survive his dick.

You can hear Zoro hiss into your mouth as you slowly yet surely suck him inside of you. He’s snug, his tip scraping your walls with every small movement.

“Fuck… you’re good.” Zoro murmur quietly, breaking the kiss to watch your pussy eagerly gobble him up, your hips shimmying to accommodate his cock as it bullies its way into you.

“Zoro…” You groan softly, leaning back and bracing hand on his thigh, your back arching towards him, your tits laying tantalizingly close to his mouth.

“You want it? Yeah, I gotcha, just hold on.” Zoro plants his feet on the mattress, one large, calloused hand moving to grab your hip while the other paws at your breast, squeezing and rolling your areola between his thumb and forefinger. “Use those pretty thighs and help me out, how about it?”

Zoro starts out with a brutal pace, never one to ease into anything. He enjoys the feel of your nails biting into his thigh while the other rests on his navel. Your face is all screwed up, your nose wrinkled and your lips parted as he drills into you. You work to match his pace, but you don’t contribute much. It’s alright though, Zoro likes it that way. He loves having complete control, adjusting how fast you move and how deep you take it. His favorite thing to do is grab your hips and hold you up until just his tip is inside of you, and then watch as you squirm and roll your hips, desperate for the rest of his cock to fill you up.

Zoro leans forward, sucking your tit into his mouth and pressing searing kisses and bites down the valley of your breasts.

Your eyes meet his piercing grey gaze and he can feel your pussy flutter around him. God, everything got you wet, didn’t it?

Your brows furrow, a pout making its way onto your face as you pant, strangled whines and moans slipping past your lips.

“Shit… fucking…” Zoro closes his eyes and drops his head back against the pillows, he can’t even look at you without getting the urge to cum. Your pretty flustered face and those fluttering eyelashes always did him in.

He has to end this quick before he accidentally cums first.

Zoro wraps an arm around your back, tugging your chest down again his. He mouths at your shoulder, leaving shiny saliva in his wake as he adjusts his hips, allowing his cock to ram against your g-spot with each brutal thrust.

He continues to bite and suck along your neck and shoulder while his eyes focus on your thighs watching them twitch and shudder as your ass bounces up and down with each thrust.

“You… gonna cum?” Zoro chokes out as he feels you clamp down around him. It’s more of a statement than a question. He’s fucked you enough times to know your body better than he knows his own. Snaking a hand down to grope and massage your thigh, he drops his head back once again, willing his orgasm away for a few more moments.

Zoro’s not one to talk during sex. He’s way too concentrated on the sensations to try and string together sentences. But he knows that you absolutely adore the sound of his voice, the way it drops an octave when he’s aroused. And in emergency’s he knows that his voice can bring you to the edge with only a few sweet croons.

You give a small, weak nod, a whine tumbling out of your lips, “Fuck… yeah… ‘m gonna cum, Zoro. You’re gonna make me cum… please…”

His lips quirk at your needy voice, god, you’re so sweet to him. “The hell’s stopping you? I wanna feel you cream my cock. Come on… do it already. I’m getting bored.”

His words do unimaginable things to you, the low rasp alone can bring you straight to the edge. Within moments your gummy walls are clamping down around him as you roughly grind against his throbbing cock.

“Ah… shit, Z’ro… I can’t-“ You coo weakly, burrowing your face against Zoro’s neck as he continues to rock your hips, his navel bumping against your clit with each steady movement, causing your thighs to tremble as sharp hisses to escape your lips.

Zoro does his best to ease you through your orgasm, but eventually he has to hoist you off of his cock and set you down on his thighs so that he can pull out in time. Grabbing his blushing cock, he finally allows his orgasm to tear through his body. Zoro’s eyes squeeze shut, his body tensing as he shoots hot ropes of cum onto your stomach. He can feel the evidence of your orgasm dribbling out of your leaking pussy and pooling on his thighs.

“Fuck you’re so messy…” He drawls as a wrack of pleasure shoots down his spine.

-

The two of you lay in your mess, dozing in and out of sleep until you eventually grow uncomfortable, your mixed cum beginning to dry on both of yours’ body. Zoro doesn’t seem to mind in the least, his muscled arms wrapped tightly around your body, keeping you trapped as he snores softly.

“…Zoro.” You huff, tapping his cheek.

No response.

“Zoro.”

Nothing.

“Zoro!”

You smack his cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to catch his attention. His eyes shoot open, searching the dark room for the cause of your yelling. “Hell’s your problem, woman?” He scoffs, raising a hand to his face and wiping sleep from his eyes.

“I feel gross. Let’s shower.”

“I don’t need a shower, I’ll wipe myself off with a towel or something.”

“God, you’re gross.” Sitting up on Zoro’s chest, you glare down at him. “Come on, just keep me company at least.”

“How about you ask the guy you were dancing with to shower with you.” Zoro grumbles, turning his head to the side to avoid your annoyed gaze.

“You’re still mad about that? You’re so stupid. Dancing doesn’t always have to be romantic.”

Zoro scowls at your insult, “You’re the stupid one, that guy’s dick was practically waving in the wind and begging for a hug when you asked to dance with him.”

“Oh shut up. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll never dance with anyone else ever again.” You tease, crossing your arms over your chest. Zoro’s gaze lazily slides to where your tits are being pushed up and squished together and his scowl slowly melts into a smirk.

You glare at his expression, but there’s no real heat behind it, that hungry look in his eyes has returned, his nap seemingly replenishing his energy. Perhaps there was only one way to get him clean.

“Shower sex?”

“Deal.”

~

Sanji- Missionary

Let’s be lowkey, Sanji’s default vanilla

He does NOT pull bc he’s such a freak, and when he finally gets together with you, he’s definitely clueless. He’s gotten all of his knowledge of intimacy from romance books and poems for sure

He’ll go along with anything you want, but his go to will always be good old missionary

He likes to see your face, to know that he’s making you feel good, but most importantly, he wants you to look into his eyes and see the undying devotion he has to you

He’s SO talkative, literal yapaholic in bed

He likes being able to lean in and let your soft moans and whispers fill his ear as he rocks gently against you, soft praises tumbling past his lips as his arms hug you tight against him

He's constantly searching for reassurance and praise, he wants you to tell him that he’s doing great, that he’s making you feel good. And in return he’ll whisper the sweetest nothings in your ear as he eases you through your orgasm.

He absolutely adores the feeling of your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your face burrowed against his neck. He can cum just from feeling your bare legs lock around his waist, and it’s happened numerous times before.

Sanji would never admit it, because it’s a little perverted, and Sanji is definitely NOT perverted, never ever forever, but he also loves missionary because he can feel your breasts squished against his chest. He loves sliding a hand down and caressing and kissing the fat, never pinching or biting, as he wouldn’t want to bruise your pretty skin.

~

“Are you ready for me, love?” Sanji murmurs, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of your leaking pussy, your first orgasm of the night steadily dribbling over Sanji’s wrist.

You give a small nod, grabbing for your lover’s wrist and intertwining your fingers with his shiny, slick, ones. Sanji ducks his head down, kissing your knuckles and lapping up a mix of your cum and arousal. “Please, Sanji… need you.”

He could cum just from your words alone, but instead he gives a mute nod and leans back on his haunches. Sanji stares down at you with bated breath as he massages your thighs with deft fingers. “God… you’re beautiful. I’m gonna make you feel good… I promise… I promise…”

Grabbing your hip with one hand while the other guides his flushed cock to run along your slit. The cook’s breath trembles just slightly and he has to bow his head, his eyes squeezing shut tightly, “I could never get tired of you… you make me feel things that I’ve never felt before… I need you…”

“Sanji…”

Sanji knows that tone, you’re getting impatient. He gives an apologizing murmur, his face flushed in slight embarrassment as he finally rocks forwards, stopping once he’s half way in, his cock easing you open and stretching you perfectly. “You’re so perfect… I love you… I couldn’t live without your touch… You feel so good… so so good… please.”

You love Sanji with every bone in your body, but during sex, he could get a little preoccupied with praising your body that he nearly forgets he’s inside of you somehow. With a soft laugh, you cup his face with your hands and tug him down to your mouth, your tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip, “Shhh, Sanji. I know. Just feel me, yeah?”

Closing his eyes with a shudder, Sanji melts against your mouth, his chest pressing down against yours as he begins to rock his hips into you with slow, firm, thrusts. “…Sorry… y’ feel good…” He mumbles against your lips, his words muffled as he speaks into your mouth.

You go to respond, but instead, a soft moan is torn from your lips, eliciting a shiver to travel down Sanji’s spine. His mouth begins to wander, as it always does when he’s inside of you, and he trails soft, ghosts of kisses across your jaw and down your neck. “I love you… you complete me… y’ make me… ngh… so, so happy-“

Sanji is never one to be aggressive during sex, he’d obviously comply if you asked him to, but he prefers soft, firm movements as he rocks against your pretty, puffy pussy. He wants to make love to you, make you feel beautiful and wanted.

“Sanji… you feel so good… faster?” You murmur softly, your back arching against his so perfectly as you gasp and coo against his ear.

Sanji very nearly whimpers at your soft question, your voice just too pretty, too sweet, to be asking anything of him. You were an angel, perfection incarnate, and Sanji would be a fool to deny you anything.

“Of course… legs around my waist, love, wanna feel you hold onto me.” Sanji purrs, licking the shell of your ear, eliciting a delectable squeak from your lips. Your ankles easily hook around the curve of Sanji’s spine, your thighs squishing against his hips and causing a weak groan to sound from Sanji’s throat.

You can feel Sanji’s stomach tensing as he moves, sliding his cock out to the tip before snapping his hips forward, making your eyes roll and your back to arch as if offering yourself to the heavens.

The bed creaks beneath your body as your toes curl, your hips rolling to meet Sanji’s movements. “Good?” Sanji murmurs, his stubble tickling and scratching your collarbone as he slides his lips across your shoulder.

“…yeah. It’s good-“ You gasp, twisting beneath Sanji’s hands. Sweat dots at your forehead and you can feel your orgasm approaching, glancing at Sanji, you know he’s not far behind.

Sanji grimaces, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before they quickly dance away to watch himself piston in and out of your wet pussy, he listens to the squelches of your body as it practically begs for him. Sanji shudders at the sound, his shoulders bunching up as he listens to your body.

Everything about you is perfect in Sanji’s eyes. You could gut him like a fish and he would thank you before preparing himself into a dish for you to eat. You hold Sanji’s heart in your hands and he trusts you completely, knowing that you’d never break it.

“Damn it, angel.” Sanji hisses, running his hand down through his hair before catching your lips in a passionate kiss. “Please cum. Please, please. I wanna see you cum, angel. Wanna feel it- feel you.”

God, you can’t believe what Sanji’s words do to you. You bury your face again his neck as your hips buck up against him, searching for your release, “Come on…” You mumble impatiently, your face twisted; your nose scrunched and your brows furrowed.

Sanji leans forward, pressing feather-soft kisses to your furrowed brow and scrunched nose. His hand slides down your navel and lower, rubbing firm circles against your clit. His other arm wraps around your neck, tucking you firmly against his chest as his fingers splay across the back of your head. Sanji’s pace begins to stutter, shuddering breaths escaping his lips.

You writhe so sweetly against him, your heels digging into the small of his back. He watches with rapt attention as your orgasm washes through you, reveling in the feel of your nails digging into his shoulders. Sanji feels as though he’s staring at an angel as your lips part, your lashes fluttering and your throat bobbing.

Sanji very nearly cums inside of you, too enraptured with the sounds and sensations he’s caused you to make. You’re mid orgasm when Sanji suddenly pulls out, his eyes widening and his breath catching in his throat in a panic as he coats your stomach with sticky cum.

Normally Sanji would never cum on you. As much as he absolutely adored the sight, something about it made him feel strange, as if he were defiling a priceless artifact. Usually, he would use a condom, or jerk himself off into his hand… or your panties on special occasions- your hand on really special occasions.

“Shit- sorry, sorry, angel.” Sanji groans, his face going beet red. He pulls back to sit on his haunches as he gnaws on his bottom lip. His eyes are glued to the sight of you covered not only in your own cum, but his as well. It makes his heart pound faster.

You hold a finger up, needing a moment to catch your breath, your thighs twitching from the pleasure. Finally you open your eyes and look up at him with a sweet smile. Catching his embarrassed face, you quickly think of ways to reassure him.

Your lip quirks as an idea comes to mind.

Sliding your index and middle finger across your navel, gathering up Sanji’s mess, your fingers swirling as if painting a canvas. Sanji watches with rapt attention, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back as you bring your fingers to your lips and slowly lick up his cum.

You let out loud exaggerated coos as you suck on your fingers, your gaze focused on your sweet lover. His eyebrow twitches, and he sniffs, pinching the bridge of his nose with a groan.

“You taste as good as your food, baby.” You hum, your fingers pulling away with a pop.

~

Ace: Against The Wall

Ace is a straight up show off

He loves to throw his weight around, and casually display his strength as if it were normal

Another thing about Ace is that he’s impatient. He wants what he wants and he’ll take it as soon as possible

That doesn’t change during sex. Ace loves picking you up and throwing you around, his hands exploring your body as he shoves you against a wall. At first it’s simply because he was too lazy and impatient to make his way to a bed, he’d simply drag you into a spare closet or pin you against a door

But he soon realized that he preferred a good old wall instead of a bed. He likes the way you giggle when he hoists you up, your thighs wrapping around his waist (or in some cases his face), he loves the way you cling to him after you cum, too weak to hold yourself up and relying on Ace to keep you from falling

Sometimes Ace likes to pretend his legs give out, he likes the adorable look of panic on your face before Ace quickly snaps his hips up, adjusting your weight and burying himself deeper inside of your walls, gravity helping to sheath himself deeper inside of you

You stopped letting Ace eat you out against the wall after a situation during a storm. A violent wave sent the ship rocking and Ace had gone careening backwards, falling straight on his back… with you still on top of him. It was a horrible experience as the two of you had made your way to the infirmary, Ace happily holding his two missing teeth in his hands as you waddled, a wound on the inside of your thigh that suspiciously looked like a bite mark.

-

You haven’t seen Ace in weeks. He’s been on some excursion, fighting some bigshot or another. He hasn’t left your mind in the time he’s been gone. You thought of him while cooking, while fighting, damn it all, you even thought of him while cleaning the toilets. Ace is your other half, and it’s like you can physically feel it when he’s apart. When you can’t hear his laugh or feel his touch. It hurts.

But that doesn’t matter anymore because Ace is back.

The ship has been a flurry of activity the whole morning, preparing his welcome back feast. Technically, Ace had arrived back home yesterday in the middle of the night but he’d spent most of his time in the infirmary before passing out from exhaustion. Marco’s the only one who’s seen him. Ace hadn’t bothered to say hi to anyone, too tired to think of anything but sleep.

But now was the time to celebrate the return of the Fire Fist.

You’re rummaging through yet another closet, Marco having asked you to search for tablecloths. But for some reason you can’t seem to find them anywhere.

If you’re being honest, you’d prefer if there wasn’t any sort of party, you’d much rather have a quiet day with Ace, just him and you. But you suppose that’s selfish, the rest of the crew want to see the safe return of their crew mate just as much as you do.

Just as you’re about to give up on what you think is the fifth closet, your eyes catch on a hint of fabric poking out from the bottom shelf.

With an annoyed gruff, you brace your hands on the wall and hoist yourself up, standing on the bottom ledge and praying it doesn’t snap under your weight as you stretch your arm out, your fingers just barely brushing against the cloth.

Just as you manage to hook your finger in a fold, you hear the familiar squeak of the closet swinging shut. A curse escapes your lips as you twist around in an attempt to reach for the door, but in the process, your foot slips and you go tumbling towards the floor.

You yelp, bracing yourself for the pain that’s sure to follow, but it never comes. Instead you feel a pair of arms wrap wrapping around your chest, tugging you backwards away from the shelf. Hold on… those arms… they feel a bit too familiar.

“Clumsy girl.” Ace muses with a chuckle, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek and tightening his hold around you, “Y’miss me?”

Spinning around, a grin already on your face, you meet the familiar eyes of one Portgas D. Ace. His silhouette just barely visible in the dim light of the closet. Adrenaline still pounds at your chest, but it’s mixed with excitement as you wrap your arms around Ace’s neck. “You scared me.” You scoff, a playful pout on your lips as you tug him down for a light kiss.

You’re expecting some banter in return, but instead; Ace lets out a groan as if he hadn’t drunken water in weeks and you are the sweetest of nectar. Suddenly his hands are slipping up your shirt to press against your abdomen, walking you backwards against the shelf as his mouth practically devours yours.

“Jump.” Ace pants softly, hooking his hands beneath your thighs.

-

Ace is thrusting into you with reckless abandon, the shelves creaking and groaning with your weight as the ledges dig into your back. Mouthing at your throat, Ace coos quietly, “Missed you so, so much, pretty girl. Yeah? You miss me too? You’re sucking me in right now.”

His hands devour your body, his fingertips warm to the touch as he pushes your shirt up around your neck. Ace pulls back for a moment to watch your tits bounce with thrust. His freckles glow faintly as he licks his lips.

Your quiet coos and moans surround Ace, your eyes kept focused on the door as if physically willing any crewmates from walking in on the two of you. You distantly pray that they can’t hear the sound of Ace’s skin slapping against yours.

But Ace is decidedly not trying to be quiet.

If anything, he’s louder than normal. A stupid grin on his face as he lets out low groans and cries of passion as if he’s in some cheap porno. You scowl at him, your stomach flipping as Ace brushes against your g spot. “Quiet!” You hiss, your scowl broken by a sweet gasp as Ace drives his hips up while tugging yours down.

Ace grins madly, throwing his head back and letting out a long, loud moan. “God… I missed you so much…” He cries out, grabbing the shelves and shaking them, objects wobbling and clattering together, “I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without your pretty body… your pretty little pus-“

You grab the back of his neck, a scowl on your face as you tug him into a deep kiss. Ace chuckles against your mouth, your lips finally managing to shut him up for once. You grab his hand, prying his fingers off of the shelf and guiding his palm to cover your breast.

“…missed you.” Ace finally murmurs against your lips, his voice much softer as he rolls your nipple between his fingers, his hand massaging the underside of your tit.

“Shit- Ace… missed y-“ You’re barely able to get your words out before Ace is slapping a palm over your mouth, pausing in his movements and bracing his knee against the shelf to hold you up as he reaches behind him to grab the doorknob. Your brows furrow in confusion, you hadn’t heard anything, but a few moments later you hear the sound of a pair of footsteps making their way down the hall.

Ace grins wildly, holding a finger to his lips. You know that mischievous look on his face. Shaking your head, you glare at Ace, already knowing what he’s planning. He quirks his head, pouting his lip in a false questioning look.

There are voices outside the door, some dumbasses chose this particular hallway to have some stupid conversation while you’re getting fucked balls deep only feet away.

Adjusting his stance, Ace grab your hips and begins to move once again, careful not to let his skin slap against yours. Biting his lip, Ace grins at your annoyance, using his freehand to massage your thigh while the other keeps its hold on the door.

You can feel him pulsing inside of yours, his tip ramming against your g spot with each thrust. It feels good. Too good.

Bringing your hand to your mouth, you bite down, your breath shuddering. Ace guides your head down against his shoulder, pressing featherlight kisses to your ear.

“Come on… good job being quiet, baby.” Ace whispers softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. His words are sweet and smooth, each thrust sending your heart beating out of its cage. “Gonna cum when there’s people right outside? I swear you’ve been gripping me even tighter since they showed up.”

Your hand moves away from your mouth to grip at Ace’s shoulder, your face is pressed firmly to his neck as your thighs begin to tremble from the strain of keeping quiet.

“Ace…” You groan, your words muffled as you grind your hips down against Ace, your clit bumping against his navel with each buck of your hips.

“You know I love your voice, but you gotta keep quiet.” Ace murmurs, “Can you be quiet, or do I gotta stop?”

With a firm shake of your head, your thighs tighten around Ace’s waist. You’re so close, you think you might actually start crying.

-

It feels like an eternity as you wait for whoever’s outside to leave, Ace continuing his steady thrusts into your wet pussy. He whispers quietly to you, his lips brushing against your ear as his filthy words flood your brain.

But finally, the sound of voices fades and you nearly sob in relief. “Faster.” You snap impatiently, too frustrated to try and be cute.

Throwing his head back, Ace lets out a laugh, “Yeah… yeah I can do that.”

Your brain positively melts as Ace bucks his hips into you with reckless abandon, each roll of his body causing his cock to drive straight against your g spot.

Shuddering moans and cries fill the closet as you writhe in Ace’s arms, squirming as you chase after your orgasm.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl? Yeah… me too.” Ace pants, “So you better make it quick before I accidentally cum inside.”

You click your tongue at his teasing but you can’t deny the excitement at the thought of Ace cumming inside of you. Fucking his seed up into your cunt and putting a pretty baby in your stomach. You know that Ace has… difficulties with the idea of fathers, but you can’t help but think he would be a great one.

Before you know it, you’re thrown into an orgasm, your back arching as you throw your head back. Ace just barely manages to cup the back of your head in time, stopping you from bashing yourself against the shelves and probably giving yourself a concussion.

Your thighs tense and your whimper, pawing at Ace’s chest as you slam your hips down against Ace, chasing after your orgasm.

Ace curses, turning his head to the side at the sight of your pretty face. Your cheeks are puffed out adorably, your lips pursed and your brow furrowed in concentration. Glancing down, his eyes catch on the small flame that had burst on his foot. Ace flushes in embarrassment, stomping it out.

Ace hauls you off of him, holding you up against the wall as he pulls out, your pussy tries to cling to his cock, and it practically breaks Ace’s heart. With a grunt, he cums over his hand, careful not to get any of his mess on your clothes.

“I want…” Ace pants, stooping down to grab his boxers and wipe off his sticky palm, “I want you to go to the bedroom… I’ll meet you in about fifteen minutes, ‘kay?”

He lowers you to the floor, pinching your shaking thighs playfully, “You’ll make it there alright?” He teases, wiping up any evidence of orgasm with his underwear before tugging your pants back on. Ace goes about fixing your clothes, buttoning your shirt, zipping your pants and fixing your mussed hair.

Once he thinks you look presentable enough, he quickly tugs his own pants back on, throwing his boxers to a corner and silently promising to grab them later (he won’t).

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Ace opens the door and shoves you out with a smack on the ass, “See you soon, sweetheart,” He coos, walking in the opposite direction. He sends you a stupid wink before turning the corner.

~

Kidd: BACKSHOTS!!!!

BACKSHOTSBACKSHOTSBACKSHOTS FACE DOWN, ASS UP, THATS THE WAY WE LIKE TO FUCK!!!

Guys I may or may not love backshots as much as I love Kidd

Kidd loves every position as long as he’s able to see your body jiggle and move. He especially loves hitting it from the back in any way; doggy, prone bone, face buried in the pillows and your hips wiggling around, throwing your ass back against him like the needy thing you are

He’ll bend you over anything, a desk, a bed, the railing. Hell, if you’re flexible enough, he’ll make you bend down and touch your toes while he plows your shit

One of his favorite things to do is make you grab your ass and present your pussy to him, showing off the way you drip and leak for his fat cock

Kidd uses any jewelry you have to his advantages. Bracelets? He’s forcing your hands above your head while you practically suffocate in his pillows. Anklets? He’s tugging your legs apart until you’re nearly doing the splits as he bullies his dick into your tiny cunt. But his absolute favorite piece of jewelry that you wear are waist beads.

Even if you’re completely and utterly exhausted, too tired to move or even cry anymore. He’ll take control of your waist beads and force you to keep throwing your ass back against him, the fat jiggling and practically begging for him to slap and fondle

Let’s be honest, Kidd’s fucking feral. He licks and bites his way down your spine, leaving a path of red kisses in its path. By the time he’s done with you, you’re absolutely covered in Kidd’s lipstick. Red pigment smeared down your spine and across your face.

~ Metal clatters against the ground as your body is roughly shoved down against the cool metal of Kidd’s work table. Your bikini top has been haphazardly tugged up around your neck, the strings all tangled, showing off your pretty tan lines. Your skin tingles from the temperature as you lift your head to look behind you. Kidd grins wolfishly at your lustful gaze as he toys with the strings of your bikini bottoms.

Kidd isn’t quite sure what’s come over him, he’s seen you in a bikini hundreds of times before. Damn it, he’s seen you naked even more. But the sight of you lounging on the deck of his ship, your skin shiny from tanning had made his heart jump to his throat. You had been sleeping on your stomach, the slope of your spine and the curve of your ass on full display for the crew to see.

He had been working in his workshop when he had caught a glance of you through the window, your tits squished against the floor and your lips pouted slightly in sleep. Kidd hadn’t even realized what he was doing before he was activating his devil fruit powers, latching onto the silver bracelet he’d bought for you last month and tugging. You awoke to your hand being dragged by a seemingly invisible string. You were bleary from sleep but you already knew what was going on.

Your captain was waiting for you.

And that’s how you’d been practically dragged to the workshop, your feet stumbling over steps and nearly sending you crashing into the railing. The crew snickered and whistled at the sight of your hand being dragged by an unseen force. They knew exactly what Kidd wanted.

You’re barely able to get the door to the workshop open before Kidd is grabbing the back of your neck and tugging you into a bruising kiss. His hips rutting against your thigh as he drags you towards his desk, haphazardly sweeping his hand and sending his little ‘projects’ (deadly weapons) flying. Sliding a hand to your shoulder, he slams you down against the table, hoisting your hips up onto the surface so that your toes just barely graze the ground.

“You’re lucky I didn’t go out there and fuck you in front of the whole crew.” Kidd snarls, his hand groping your ass, his touch rough enough to make you flinch as he swats your thigh. Your hips jolt, your body jerking against the table as a sharp keen escapes your lips. “Maybe I should make an announcement, huh? Call everyone in here and make ‘em watch you cream my cock like the slut you are. How’s that sound?”

He chuckles, reaching down to poke and prod your hole through the bikini bottom, pinching your clit and rolling the nub between his fingers, watching the fabric grow damp with your arousal as your feet twitch. You twist around to look at him, your thighs clenching at the sight of your lover; he’s practically drooling at the sight of you laid out across the table. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he kicks your legs apart, stepping forward and rutting himself against your clothed pussy, earning a gasp from your lips.

“What’s got you all worked up?” You tease, rolling your ass back against Kidd’s raging hard on. Even through his clothing, you can feel that one prominent vein on his cock that never fails to drag you into orgasm. Arching your back, you wiggle your hips in the way that makes Kidd’s eyes roll back as he attempt to hold himself back from fucking you hard and deep right now.

Kidd snarls, his eyes locked onto your ass as if entranced. In one swift movement, he tugs the string of your bikini, the fabric falling to the side to give your captain a wonderful view of your messy cunt and puckered asshole. “Tch. Show me.”

This was Kidd being nice, giving you a few moments to prepare yourself, because there are many things that your captain is, but patient is definitely not one of them. When Kidd had first asked you to expose your weeping hole to him, you had been an embarrassed, blubbering mess. Arguing and telling him that it was weird.

But that was then, and now it was like second nature as you ease a knee onto the table and reach your hand behind you, sliding your pointer and middle finger between your dripping folds and sliding them apart to reveal your pulsing hole to Kidd, arousal steadily dribbling out of your cunt and over your skin. Sliding your digits inside, Kidd watches with rapt attention as you scissor your fingers, preparing your tight pussy for Kidd’s above average cock. More slick drips down your wrist as your ass shakes, your knee jerking and your head dropping down against the table.

With a growl, Kidd unbuttons his pants and you can hear his fat cock slap against his abdomen as he watches your fingers eagerly “Whaddya need, baby?” He croons, his voice sickening sweet as he wraps a hand around your hair and tugs your head back up. Hoisting your back against his chest, Kidd licks up into your mouth, biting your lip and stealing the breath from your lungs. His other hand travels up your navel, across your stomach before grasping the fat of your breast, tugging and twisting. It’s painful, his fingers pinching and flicking your areola as if it were a toy, making you squeak and squirm against him. Yet your hand continues to work at your pussy, it’s better for both of you if your cunt is plenty stretched by the time Kidd enters you. Once Kidd loses his patience, there’s not much that you can do to stop his from entering you.

You try to respond, your chest fluttering as you try and fail to catch your breath. Kidd’s mouth chasing yours every time you try and pull away. “Mph- Kidd… can’t-“

It’s not until you fear that you might actually pass out, black spots dancing in your vision, that Kidd finally pulls away. Lipstick and saliva smeared across his lower face, and most likely yours as well. “I said, whaddya need?”

You pant, tears dotting your lashes as Kidd finally releases his bruising hold on your tit, his hand sliding to your shoulder and shoving you back down against the table. “Fuck… fuck me, Kidd… shit.”

Kidd catches your wrist, stopping your hand from continuing its ministrations against your pussy, before slamming it down by your face, your eyes linger on the sight of your shiny fingers, strings of arousal coating your skin. Without a moments hesitation, Kidd aligns his twitching length with your entrance and bottoms out inside of you. One moment he’s outside of you, and the next he’s balls deep, his tip very nearly kissing your cervix.

A mix between a relieved groan and a chuckle fills your ears as you let out a ragged cry of pleasure, a sharp jolt of pain coursing up your spine before it melts away into a blissful throb. Your back arches and your hips jerk back against Kidd as he massages your ass, his attempt at comfort. Slowly dragging his cock back, the ridges of his vein catches on your ring of muscle and you shudder, a soft coo sounding from your mouth. Kidd pulls back until his tip is just barely lingering inside of you, his gaze focused on the sight of your pussy all stretched out around him, your arousal coating his cock and dripping down his balls.

You shimmy your hips enticingly, whining with need and impatience as you look at him from over your shoulder, “Come on. Hurry up.” You huff, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and pouted lips.

Scowling at your order, Kidd scoffs and rolls his eyes, but the sight of your pretty face makes his heart jump, he secretly loves it when you’re bossy, “Yeah, yeah. You always say that shit and then cry and beg me to slow down a few minutes later. You’re annoying you know that?”

You open your mouth to shoot back an equally sharp retort, but all that comes out is a choked cry as Kidd’s hands move to grip your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he hauls your ass back against him, beginning his punishing pace.

Your core aches with each brutal thrust. It’s painful, the pleasure coursing through your body just enough to make it worth it. Or maybe the pain is what making it feel so good? You’re not quite sure that it even matters.

“Fuck, you love it when I treat you like this. You probably couldn’t even cum if I’m not at least a li’l mean, huh?” Kidd teases, his teeth baring as he ducks his head down. Starting at the small of your back, his mouth attaches to your skin, sucking and biting and licking his way up the curve of your spine, leaving a mess of saliva, bruises and lipstick stains in his wake. You taste of sun tan lotion, coconut oil, and sweat. It’s making Kidd’s knees buckle with how good you feel on his tongue.

“You talk… way too much…” You bite out, dropping your head in your arms as your eyes squeeze shut, your head buzzing with pleasure.

“Good thing my teeth are as sharp as my tongue.” Kidd snarls, biting down on your shoulder. His canines dig into your skin as he feasts on your pretty figure. As if to punctuate his point, Kidd thrusts into you, purposefully pressing his tip to your cervix and making you keen in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Stars dance in your vision as you very nearly wail, your body writhing on the table in your attempt to wiggle away. It’s in vain as Kidd grabs your hips and drags you back. “See? I ain’t all talk.”

Kidd snakes a hand around your front, his fingers digging into your abdomen as if searching, “I can feel myself right… here.” Kidd sounds triumphant as he massages the slight bulge. He groans as he presses down, your gummy walls closing in around him as he resumes his thrusts. “Maybe I should put a baby up there one day, how’s that sound, babe?”

You bite your lip, unable to respond anymore for fear that you might let out a sob. Tears dot your lash line, your face splotchy and your breath shuddering. Each rock of Kidd’s hips send electricity up your spine. “I-“

Kidd cocks his head, leaning forward to peer at your face. He grins rakishly, wrestling you into a chokehold and brushing your hair past your ear. He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Are you gonna cry? Go ahead, you know I don’t mind.” Kidd grunts, snapping his hips. He’s close, both of you can tell, he’s struggling to keep his rhythm, his hips stuttering every few moments.

“‘m not… gonna cry.” You choke out, the metal beneath the two of you has grown slick with sweat and condensation. Each time Kidd thrusts his cock into you, there’s a squeak as your skin rubs against the table. You can’t help but giggle at the stupid sound, your cheek pressed against Kidd’s bicep as your eyes roll back.

“God, you’re so sweaty. What’s your problem?” Kidd gruffs, but you can hear the hint of endearment in his voice. “Just cum already, yeah?”

You turn your head, your tongue lolling out in search for Kidd’s mouth. Grinning at your fucked out expression, Kidd eagerly accepts your tongue into his mouth.

You bite down on Kidd’s lip as your orgasm washes over you like a wave. Your entire body jerking and twitching as your hips chase after Kidd’s cock, sucking him in deeper and deeper.

Kidd watches with bated breath as tears slip down your cheeks, your cries and moans quickly swallowed by his eager mouth. He continues to thrust impatiently into your creamy pussy, dragging you through your orgasm while chasing after his own.

Your cum creates a foamy ring around the base of Kidd’s cock. His face burning, Kidd allows you to kiss him one final time before he pulls back, blood coating his bottom lip from how hard your teeth had dug in.

You feel empty as Kidd finally drags his dick out of your cunt, your hole pulsing with his absence. Kidd grunts in annoyance as he jerks himself off, his bicep flexing around your throat as his own orgasm washes through him, his cum painting your back.

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty pussy one day, and it’s gonna be the best day of our fucking lives, I promise.” Kidd grunts, releasing his hold on you and running a hand through his hair. He steps back from between your legs, admiring the view of your body on display for him to see.

The lipstick marks on your back are partially covered by his cum, oil and sweat still lingering on your skin as bruises form on your ass. Your thighs tremble, your fluids coating your folds and dripping down onto the table.

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You wake up in Kidd’s arms, your body aching as you lounge across his lap, your nose nestled against his neck. He’s toying absentmindedly, one hand tinkering with a small trinket (bomb), while the other massages your thigh.

Your body feels as though it’s been through the wringer, your thighs aching and your core throbbing. There are bruises on your hips from the table repeatedly digging into your skin.

“Hi.” Kidd grunts, barely soaring you a glance.

“…Hi.” You croak, clearing your throat as you sit up to peer at Kidd’s little invention. You smooth a hand through your hair, groaning as your hands run down your face.

“I told you you’d cry.”

[innerfare]

Nudes - Part 1

Summary: Their favorite nude photo of you.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // nudes (obv), oral sex, light food play with Luffy, unprotected sex with Daddy Zoro, and light cum play with Ace

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Luffy: 

Your naked body with whipped cream is Luffy’s wet dream boat, and the best gift he ever received was a pair of photographs featuring just that. In one of them, you posed with the sweet white substance smeared across your naked chest, all messy and in desperate need of being licked up. And the second, you had a neat trail of it in the shape of a heart just above your naked cunt, ripe for the taking. Needless to say, you had to recreate this little photoshoot with Luffy as soon as he laid eyes on the photographs. 

Zoro: 

He’s an ass man who’s obsessed with creampies, and his absolute favorite snapshot of you is from behind, your pussy flushed and swollen from him pounding into it, his cum dripping out of your little hole, and that pink, heart-shaped plug in your ass. The sight of it makes him salivate, and he usually ends up clutching his cock because the throbbing is actually painful. He’s gotten into many a bar fight after having one too many and pulling it out to stare longingly, only for some creep to gawk over his shoulder at your perfect ass and pussy. 

Sanji: 

You feigned illness one day and waited for the crew to leave you alone aboard the ship before sneaking into the kitchen in your bathrobe and swapping it for Sanji’s apron, snapping a few pictures of yourself wearing it with nothing underneath. One, in particular, turned out quite well, with your tits popping out the top and your hand pulling the bottom half to the side to reveal your naked little slit. That’s the one Sanji keeps in the back of his wallet. 

Ace: 

It’s horrible, really. It’s disgusting. But when he’s away from you, there’s nothing that brings him more pleasure than that photograph he took of you naked on a beach somewhere, his hat on your head and sand in your hair, his cum on your pretty face while you smile up at him and laugh, his hand tilting your chin up. It’s not just how sexy it is, though. You just look so happy, so pretty, and so very his. The photograph serves as a reminder of how much you smile, how happy you get, when he fucks you, and it always leaves him grinning like a fool. 

Sabo: 

He was sitting sprawled on the small sofa in his bedroom, and you were kneeling between his knees, his pretty cock in your hands, your tongue on the head. He had one of his hands tangled in your hair, the other holding the camera. He’d been away for two whole months, and the two of you hadn’t left his room for three full days and nights. It was day two when he took that picture, fresh out of the shower. He’d never seen so many hickies on your skin, had not known just how long the two of you could go until then, and he was determined not to forget. 

Law: 

Law’s a simple man- kinky, but simple. When he found a photograph tucked into his hoodie one day, he didn’t realize what it was at first. There wasn’t a face, just a body, but after a second, he recognized that body. And he recognized the loose t-shirt covering it, sliding off one shoulder and breast, revealing a single pert nipple, a hickey beside it. And the way the hem rode up, he could see you weren’t wearing any panties, though he couldn’t see between your legs with his pillow stuffed between them. The love note scribbled on the back begging him to come home safe only cemented it as one of his most prized possessions. 

Kid: 

He has a couple on the wall in his workshop where anyone could see, though nobody but you, he, and Killer really go in there. By far his favorite one, though, is the first one he ever took, before he even pierced your nipples, before you had even decided to stay on his crew. You were naked on the deck of the Victoria Punk, not posing in a particularly scandalous way, just staring up at the moon while Kid documented your nudity for his own selfish desires. He’d pinned you to the deck and fucked you for the first time after that, and he had a little keepsake from it. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[st4rpiece]

getting someone’s number in front of them

SFW

characters: luffy, zoro, usopp, sanji, crocodile, ace, and kid summary: the boy's reactions to you getting someone else's number (pre-relationship) CW: none just fluff

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wasn’t in the mood to write a full hc and yet this somehow took longer T~T

was going to do more but i ran out of ideas lol. this is based on “they’re cute”

anyways hope you guys enjoyed!

any comments or ideas would be nice :)

app used: MeMi message

[nina-ya]

Thank you to everyone who submitted something for this event! I am looking forward to fulfilling these requests and giving you guys gifts!!!

𖧷 law masterlist 𖧷 strawhats masterlist 𖧷 other characters masterlist 𖧷

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*: DAY 1- Dracule Mihawk + wrapped up like a present (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 2- Charlotte Perospero "Your hands are freezing!" (SFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 3- Monkey D. Luffy + Bodies roasting by the open fire (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 4- Caesar Clown + Kissing in the snow (SFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 5- Portgas D. Ace + Kitchen sex (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 6- Sir Crocodile + "Don't tell me you're not cold. You're freezing, come here." (SFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 7- Trafalgar Law + "You're not spending Christmas alone." (SFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 8- Portgas D. Ace + "I'm so cold!" "I can find a way to keep you warm." + temperature play (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 9- Nico Robin + "Your hands wrapped around me sounds like a pretty good present, don't you think?" (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 10- Trafalgar Law + "I'm so cold!" "I can find a way to keep you warm." (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 11- Dracule Mihawk + bodies roasting by the open fire (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 12- Eustass Kid + "I don't think you're supposed to burn that" (SFW)

I got more requests than slots and some of these were just too good for me to pass up!! So throughout the upcoming weeks I am going to be sprinkling these bonus fics as well!

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #1- Trafalgar Law + "Don't tell me you're not cold. You're freezing, come here." (SFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #2- Trafalgar Law + Wrapped up like a present (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #3 - Portgas D. Ace + "If you keep doing that you're going to make me end up on the naughty list tonight" (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #4- Trafalgar Law + "Since I can't ride in Santa's sleigh, can I ride you instead?" "Sorry, what?" (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #5- Monkey D. Luffy + "I'm so cold!" "I can find a way to keep you warm." (NSFW)

°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #6- Roronoa Zoro + getting caught under the mistletoe

[alwayssassydreamer]

His For The Taking

A/N: thanks for the request Ann(on): "reader and kid have to oretend to be a couple but they develop feelings, maybe nsfw-ish and femreader please" i really had fun writing this and therefore it got kinda long sorry, hope you like it

Word count > 5k

Summary: you had saved Kid's ass once and now he owes you one, you're a thief and have your eyes on a nice jewel and need Kid's help to steal it during a party at which Kid has to pretend to be your husband

Warnings: nsfwish, kissing, sexual tension, not proofread, MDNI ⚠️

Characters: Kid x Reader

The ballroom was suffocating. Gilded chandeliers cast a blinding light, illuminating the opulence of the guests, World Nobles, crime lords, merchants who got rich off stolen goods. This was exactly the kind of place where fortunes were gambled and stolen in the same night.

And you were here for one reason: the bloody jewel, a jewel red as blood worth enough to set you up for life. But you weren’t stupid. You knew the people in this room. They wouldn’t just let you waltz in and walk out with their prize.

Which is why you had him.

Eustass Kid stood beside you, towering, broad-shouldered, all sharp teeth and muscle under a neatly picked suit you had him wear. His arms were crossed, and his scowl was mean enough to make lesser men turn away. He looked exactly how you needed him to, like a dangerous husband who’d break someone’s skull if they looked at you the wrong way.

And judging by the way his fingers flexed against his metal arm, he was itching to do just that.

“You owe me, Kid,” you had reminded him when you found him sulking in a dimly lit bar two days ago. “One little favor. Play my husband for a night and make sure no one gets suspicious while I handle business.”

His lip curled. “What’s in it for me?”

“The fact that I won’t remind you how I saved your ass from the Marines?” you had shot back, smirking. “Or, if that’s not enough, you get to scare the rich bastards for fun.”

That had sealed the deal. And now here you were, standing under too-bright lights, pretending like you belonged in this world of snakes.

Kid exhaled sharply beside you. “This is fuckin’ boring.”

“You’re supposed to act like a doting husband, not a pissed-off bouncer.”

“I don’t do ‘doting.’”

You turned, arching a brow. “You sure? You keep looking at me like you want to take a bite out of me.”

His smirk was slow, sharp, deliberate. “Who says I don’t?”

The way he said it sent a ripple of heat through your spine. Damn him.

Before you could respond, a finely dressed noble approached. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said smoothly, eyes lingering too long on your exposed collarbone. “You must be—”

Kid slung an arm around your waist, yanking you flush against him. You barely caught the smirk before he bared his teeth at the noble. “She’s my wife,” he growled. “So keep yer fuckin’ eyes to yerself.”

The noble paled, stammered out some excuse, and scurried off. You tilted your head up, narrowing your eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Maybe.” His fingers toyed with the fabric of your dress, his voice dropping to something low, something dangerous. “You don’t play fair either, y’know. Walking around in this - makin’ every bastard in the room wanna eat you alive.”

Your heart pounded, and you hated that he was right. That tension - the one that had been there since the first time you crossed paths - was crackling between you both like a live wire.

But there was no time for this. Not now.

You exhaled, tilting your lips into a smirk. “Try to keep it in your pants, Captain. We have a jewel to steal.”

Kid grinned, and just like that, you knew this game was far from over.

The moment you slipped away from the main ballroom, Kid was right behind you.

The grand hallway was dimly lit, lined with gold-trimmed paintings and marble statues that probably cost as much as a small kingdom. You moved with practiced ease, your body humming with the thrill of the job, but you weren’t alone.

You could feel him, the heat of his gaze burning into your back and probably your ass. The way his heavy boots followed your every move.

“You keep starin’ at me like that, and I might start thinking you actually like having me around,” you teased, barely sparing him a glance over your shoulder.

Kid scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But his eyes betrayed him. They dragged over you, slow and unashamed, taking in the curve of your hips, the way your dress hugged your body in all the right places. His hands flexed at his sides like he was resisting the urge to grab you.

You turned a corner, finding the private vault door at the end of the hall. This was it. The bloody jewel was just beyond that thick steel door. You had done your research. You knew the code. You had planned everything.

Except for the part where Kid was still standing too damn close.

His breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, voice low and rough. “You’re takin’ your sweet time.”

“I like to do things right.”

His lips quirked. “That’s a lie.”

You smirked, punching in the code. “Fine. I like to do things my way.”

The lock clicked. The vault door cracked open with a soft hiss, revealing a pedestal in the center of the room. Atop it, in a glass case, sat the bloody jewel—a massive, iridescent jewel, shimmering under the soft golden lights.

It was almost too easy.

Too easy, until a hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

You barely had time to react before Kid yanked you back, pressing you flush against the cool metal door.

Your pulse jumped. “The hell is your problem?”

His grip tightened. “That’s what I wanna know.” His eyes were burning now, filled with something dangerous. Something wicked.

“You been playin’ games with me all night,” he murmured, voice dropping into a growl. “Wearin’ that fuckin’ dress, runnin’ that smart mouth. You knew exactly what you were doin’, didn’t you?”

Your breath caught. Not because you were scared - you weren’t - but because this? This was the game.

And now, Kid was playing to win.

“Are you accusing me of something, Captain?” you mused, tilting your chin up defiantly.

His grip on your wrist slackened, only to slide lower - down your arm, your waist, until his fingers pressed against the dip of your hip. His metal arm caged you in against the door.

“You tell me,” he muttered, his voice dark silk, roughened at the edges. “Am I just your bodyguard tonight, or do you want somethin’ more?”

Your heartbeat was racing. Damn him. Damn the way he smelled like oil and metal. Damn the way his breath tickled your skin, making it impossible to think straight.

A one-night stand just ain’t enough.

The line echoed in your mind, unspoken, but you knew he felt the same. This wasn’t just tension. This was fire, and it was catching fast.

But you weren’t about to lose this little game.

So you leaned up, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered:

“Help me get that jewel first, and maybe I’ll let you find out.”

Kid let out a dark chuckle, low and dangerous, before pulling back just enough to smirk down at you.

“Oh, mouse,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “Now you’re speakin’ my language.”

Kid’s smirk was downright wicked.

“Better hurry up then,” he murmured, his fingers flexing against your hip before he finally pulled away, leaving a trail of heat where his touch had been. “Or are you too distracted?”

Your lips parted, whether to throw back a sharp retort or just to breathe again, you weren’t sure. He had you rattled, and he knew it. But you weren’t about to let him win.

You turned sharply, refocusing on the bloody jewel. One quick step, one flick of your wrist, and the delicate tools you had hidden in the slit of your dress were in your hand. The glass case was child’s play, nothing you hadn’t cracked before.

And yet—

The weight of his stare still burned into you.

Solid as a rock, you reminded yourself. Don’t let him get to you.

But then he moved again, prowling forward, stopping just behind you.

"You always this slow?" he murmured.

"Always this impatient?" you shot back, ignoring the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

He laughed, dark and low. "Nah. Just wonderin’ how many ways I gotta push you before you snap."

Your fingers hesitated over the final lock, your breath catching just a little. Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing, pressing into you without even laying a hand.

The lock clicked.

The glass case slid open. The bloody jewel was yours.

But before you could wrap your fingers around it—

A loud crash echoed from the hallway.

Shit.

Kid tensed beside you, his metal arm shifting. “Time’s up.”

You swiped the jewel, shoving it into the hidden pocket of your dress just as the door burst open.

Guards. Armed to the teeth, glaring at you both.

Kid just grinned.

“You idiots picked the wrong fucking night,” he growled, flexing his fingers.

And then all hell broke loose.

Before Kid could do something stupid like tear this place down with his devil fruit you grabbed his arm and dragged him away. Running until you rounded a corner.

Fuck where should you go now? You had no idea and so you did the only thing you could think of as you pressed your back against the wall behind you.

“Oi—what the hell—”

Kid barely had time to growl out a protest before your fingers fisted his shirt, yanking him down as you crushed your lips against his.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t delicate. It was desperate, rushed, an act of pure survival. You had no other choice the guards were right there, seconds from rounding the corner. And the last thing you needed was a full-scale battle in the middle of this high-class event.

So you kissed him like your life depended on it.

And Kid—

Kid didn’t hesitate.

The moment his mind caught up, his hand found your hips, yanking you flush against him. He leaned into the kiss like he was claiming something, his lips crushing against yours with a ferocity that sent a bolt of heat straight through your core.

Damn him. He was supposed to just go along with it act the part, stay still, let the guards pass not make your knees weak.

But of course, Eustass Kid didn’t do anything halfway.

His fingers dug into your waist, his metal arm bracing against the wall behind you. He kissed like he fought, rough, demanding, consuming. And for a moment, you forgot why you started this in the first place.

Then the sound of boots thundering past.

You forced yourself to listen, to keep your senses sharp even as your body betrayed you, even as your heart slammed against your ribs.

The guards ran right by, barely sparing you a glance.

And yet—

Kid didn’t pull away.

Not immediately.

Instead, he pressed in just a fraction deeper, his teeth grazing your lower lip before he finally let you go.

Your breath was ragged. Your fingers still clutched his shirt. His grip on your waist remained stubbornly firm.

A smirk tugged at his lips, his breath warm against your face.

“Well, well,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t know you were so eager, mouse.”

You scowled, shoving at his chest. “Don’t flatter yourself. It was an act.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in, just a little, just enough to make your pulse stutter. “Didn’t feel like an act to me.”

Damn him.

The jewel was still hidden in the folds of your dress, your escape still unfinished. But all you could think about was the way your lips still tingled and the way Kid was looking at you now, like he was more interested in finishing what you started than making a getaway.

Kid’s smirk hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown, shifting into something darker, something full of promise.

You knew that look. You’d seen it before. Usually when he was spoiling for a fight. But this wasn’t a battlefield not the kind with fists and metal, anyway.

This was something else.

“You gonna let go of my shirt, or are you planning to rip it off me?” he teased, voice low, rough.

Your fingers twitched. Damn it, you were still gripping him.

You shoved him away, trying to ignore the way your body still buzzed from that kiss. “Don’t get cocky, Captain. It was a means to an end.”

He huffed out a laugh, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the moment. “Yeah? Then why are you still breathin’ so hard?”

Your glare could’ve melted steel. “Because I had to drag your heavy ass out of a fight.”

Kid grinned, eyes glinting. He took a slow step forward. Then another. Cornering you.

“That’s funny,” he murmured, his voice a deliberate taunt. “Looked to me like you were enjoyin’ yourself.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed your wrist. Light. Testing.

Your body wanted to react to pull away, to push closer, to do something but you refused to give him the satisfaction.

“I was acting,” you said, keeping your voice steady. Unshaken.

Kid leaned in, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“Yeah?” he murmured. “Then act like you don’t wanna kiss me again.”

Bastard.

He was daring you. Daring you to lie.

And for a split second, you almost did.

Almost.

But you weren’t about to let him win that easily.

Instead, you exhaled a slow, steady breath, tilting your head slightly. Not pulling away. Not closing the distance, either. Just enough to make it his move.

“Not here,” you whispered, voice just as daring as his. “But if you’re game…”

Kid’s smirk turned sharp. Hungry.

“Oh, mouse,” he purred, metal fingers trailing just barely along the fabric of your dress. “I was born for this game.”

The weight of Kid’s stare pinned you in place. Unrelenting. Unapologetic. Like he had all the time in the world to wait for you to break.

You weren’t going to break and give in.

But you damn well felt like you might.

Not with the way his fingers brushed against your waist barely there, but enough to set your nerves ablaze. Not with the way his breath skimmed along your skin, teasing, provoking, testing.

His smirk deepened. “What’s the matter, mouse? You’re lookin’ a little—” his fingers trailed lower, grazing the slit of your dress— “flustered.”

Your breath hitched before you could stop it.

Damn him.

The stolen jewel was tucked safely away, the guards were gone, but this? This was just as dangerous.

Because Kid wasn’t backing off.

And worse you didn’t want him to.

So you did the only thing you could. You leaned in close enough that your lips just barely ghosted over his, close enough that you felt his body tense, just for a second.

Then you smirked.

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who nearly got caught back there,” you murmured.

His grin didn’t falter. If anything, it sharpened. “And you’re awfully smug for someone who kissed me like she meant it.”

Bastard.

You forced a shrug, keeping your voice cool. “I’m a damn good actress.”

Kid chuckled, low and rough, but his grip didn’t loosen. If anything, his fingers flexed against your hip. “Funny. So am I.”

And then he kissed you.

Hard.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t teasing. It was hungry. A demand wrapped in heat, his hand fisting in your dress to pull you closer.

You gasped against his lips, but he didn’t give you a chance to think, to hesitate his teeth caught your lower lip, his breath hot as his fingers tangled in your hair.

He kissed you like he fought. Like he took what he wanted.

And you.....

You kissed him back - of course you did.

A sharp bite to his lip, a tug on his hair, just enough to make him growl. The sound rumbled between you, vibrating through your chest, straight down to where your body ached against his.

The heat between you was blistering.

And then.....

Footsteps.

Louder this time, approaching from the opposite direction.

Kid barely pulled back, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath was heavy, his smirk still wicked.

“Looks like we got company,” he muttered.

You swallowed hard, still catching your breath. “Then let’s give ‘em a show.”

His grin turned downright feral.

“Oh, mouse,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours one last time like a promise. “You have no idea what you just started.”

The footsteps grew louder.

Guards. More of them.

You barely had time to curse before Kid’s grip tightened, his metal arm pressing against the wall beside your head. His flesh hand gripped your hip, his fingers flexing like he was fighting the urge to do something reckless.

Too late.

You had already done something reckless.

And Kid?

Kid was about to make it worse.

“Guess we gotta sell it, huh?” His smirk was wicked, all sharp edges and unspoken threats.

You had one second to process what he meant.

Then he was on you.

Again.

This wasn’t a kiss meant to blend in, to fool passing guards.

This was a spectacle.

Kid’s teeth scraped your lower lip, his tongue sliding against yours with a force that made your knees damn near buckle. His grip on your waist turned possessive, greedy, rough, pulling you flush against him, like he wanted you closer.

The bastard was enjoying this.

You shouldn’t have kissed him first.

Not because it was a bad idea, no, that ship had sailed. But because Kid didn’t just play along.

He took over the damn game.

You gasped against his lips big mistake.

Kid took that as an opening, his hand sliding up the bare skin of your thigh, fingers grazing the slit in your dress. You weren’t sure if he meant to tease or if he just liked making things worse, but you felt the heat of his grin against your mouth.

Bastard.

But two could play that game.

You pressed against him, hard. Not just melting into the kiss, but matching his fire. Your nails scraped the back of his neck, your hips shifting just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.

You heard the guards murmur.

“Damn couple,” one scoffed. “Seriously? Right in the open?”

“Leave ‘em. Ain’t our problem.”

Footsteps faded, voices growing distant.

It worked.

And yet.

Neither of you pulled away.

Not immediately.

Because Kid wasn’t letting go.

And you? You weren’t sure you wanted him to.

His lips slowed, the bruising heat fading into something slower, deeper. The hand on your hip loosened slightly, his fingers dragging, feeling, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

For a moment, you forgot the job. The jewel hidden against your ribs. The need to get out of here.

For a moment, there was just him.

“AHEM.”

You nearly jumped out of your damn skin.

A woman stood a few feet away, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. Dressed in an elegant silk gown, her expression was one of pure irritation.

“Excuse me,” she drawled, looking you up and down before shifting her gaze to Kid. “I don’t know what kind of low-class display this is, but some of us are trying to enjoy a civilized evening.”

Kid exhaled sharply, dragging his tongue over his lower lip, gaze still locked on you. Like he hadn’t quite decided if he was finished yet.

You swallowed hard. Get it together.

With a forced, sweet smile, you turned to the woman.

“Apologies,” you purred, still slightly breathless. “My husband gets a little… impatient.”

Kid chuckled.

The sound was dark. Dangerous.

The woman wrinkled her nose. “Clearly.”

She turned on her heel, stomping away.

The moment she was gone, you let out a breath—only to have Kid snatch your wrist, spinning you back against him.

His grin was pure chaos.

“Oh, mouse,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the edge of your swollen lip. “We ain’t done.”

Oh, no.

You were in trouble and you liked it. Your pulse slammed against your ribs.

Not from the stolen jewel pressing against your skin. Not from the lingering threat of armed guards still circling the event. No. It was him.

Kid.

Standing too damn close, looking too damn smug, fingers still grazing your hip like he had every right to keep touching you. Like he was marking his territory.

His tongue flicked across his lower lip, still glistening from your kiss.

His eyes, hungry.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, mouse,” he murmured, voice rough, low.

You scoffed despite the fact that you were still pressed against his chest. “Please. You’re the one who started acting like we were putting on a damn stage performance.”

Kid’s grin widened. Shit.

“You’re the one who kissed me first.”

You opened your mouth, ready to argue, ready to throw something sharp back at him.

But before you could he leaned in. Too close.

His breath brushed your jaw, his lips barely grazing your ear. A whisper. A promise.

“You started this, mouse. And now?” His hand tightened at your waist. “Now, I’m just seeing how far you’re willing to go.”

Your stomach flipped. Because - fuck. He wasn’t backing down. And worse? Neither were you. So you did the only thing you could.

You reached up, curled your fingers into his red hair, and yanked him down hard. You barely heard his growl before your lips crashed against his.

This wasn’t a game anymore. This was a challenge. Kid met you head-on.

The kiss turned wild, all tongue and heat and reckless greed. His hands roamed the flesh hand dragging down your spine, the metal one gripping your thigh, hiking it against his hip like he was claiming you right then and there.

Your back hit the wall again and suddenly, there was no space left between you. None.

You felt everything.

The heat of his body, the way his chest vibrated when he let out a low, dark chuckle against your lips.

He was enjoying this. And, damn it, so were you.

But then—

A loud crash. A door burst open down the hall.

Shouts. Boots pounding against marble. The guards were coming back.

Kid barely pulled away his breath ragged, uneven, hot. His pupils were blown wide, the corners of his mouth turned up in a cocky, feral grin.

“We should run,” you muttered, heart still hammering.

His grin widened. His voice was pure sin.

“Or,” he drawled, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips, “we could finish what we started.”

You shoved him hard, ignoring the way he laughed like this was the best damn night of his life.

“Move, idiot!”

The two of you took off, running full speed toward the nearest exit.

But as you fled, jewel tucked away, guards on your tail, you couldn’t ignore one thing.

Your lips still tingled. Your legs still shook. And the worst part? You weren’t sure if it was from the adrenaline or from him.

Your heels slammed against the marble floor as you tore down the corridor, Kid right behind you.

The guards were catching up. Shouting orders. Reloading rifles. Shit. You needed an escape—fast.

But Kid?

Kid was grinning like a madman. “This is fun, huh?” he called over the chaos, dodging a vase that shattered against the wall beside him.

“Kid, I swear to—”

A gunshot. A bullet whizzed past, missing your shoulder by inches.

“—FUCK!”

Kid whipped around, his metal arm snapping forward, and with a single swipe of his devil fruit ability, the guard’s rifle flew from his hands, slamming into the ceiling.

You didn’t slow down. Not until you rounded a corner and slammed straight into a locked door.

Dead end.

You whirled around, panting, brain racing for a way out. Only for Kid to crash into you, slamming you against the door.

His weight pinned you firmly in place, his breath hot against your cheek. For a split second everything went still.

The only sound was your ragged breathing. Your racing heart. His fingers twitched against your hip.

You swallowed. Hard.

And then more gunfire. More chaos.

“Guess we gotta improvise,” Kid growled, voice laced with wild amusement.

You glared. “You think?”

He smirked—then ripped the door off its hinges.

Not opened. Not unlocked. Ripped. The Whole. Fucking. Door. Off.

Wood splintered, shards flying as he chucked it behind him like it was nothing.

You barely had time to blink before he grabbed your wrist, yanking you inside. The room was dark. Expensive furniture. Velvet curtains. A bed large enough for four.

A bedroom.

And not just any bedroom.

A honeymoon suite.

You turned slowly toward Kid.

He was already grinning.

Oh, hell no.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned.

But he was already thinking about it.

He grabbed you suddenly, one hand on your lower back, the other fisting your hair and before you could protest, he flipped you, dragging you onto the bed with him.

The second your back hit the mattress, he rolled on top, legs caging you in, forearms braced beside your head.

Heavy. Warm. Close. Too fucking close.

The guards burst in.

You barely processed their footsteps, their shouts—too focused on the way Kid’s mouth tilted into a smirk.

"Sell it, mouse," he purred.

You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate.

Your hands gripped his collar, yanking him down and you kissed him. Again. Hard.

This time, Kid didn’t just kiss you back he devoured.

The moment your lips met, he tilted his head, deepening it, owning it. His metal hand fisted the sheets beside your head, the other sliding beneath your thigh, hiking it higher against his hip.

It was filthy. Messy. Loud.

The guards paused.

“…Oh.” One cleared his throat. “Oh. Uh—”

“Shit,” another muttered. “We interrupted—”

“Let’s go.”

And just like that they were gone. Silence. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

Not until Kid pulled back slightly, lips glistening, breathing just as fucked as yours.

His eyes dragged over your face. Lingering. Daring. Teasing.

“…Told ya we’d sell it.”

You exhaled sharply then shoved him off the bed.

Kid hit the floor with a loud thud, cursing as you sat up, trying desperately to ignore the way your entire body still burned and the heat pooling between your legs.

“…We are never talking about this,” you muttered.

Kid laughed. A deep, satisfied, smug-as-hell laugh.

“Oh, mouse.” He stretched, completely unbothered as he leaned back on his hands, still on the floor. “You say that like we’re done.”

Your stomach flipped. Your pulse skipped.

The room was now too quiet. Too dark. Too hot.

Kid was still on the floor, one knee bent, arms braced behind him, grinning up at you like he had already won.

Because the way your skin burned from that kiss, the way your chest rose and fell too fast, the way your fingers twitched to grab him again.

You weren’t done. Not by a damn long shot. He could see it. Feel it.

So when you stood up, slowly, deliberately, his smirk only widened.

“You gonna throw me again, mouse?” His voice was low, taunting, pure challenge.

You stepped forward. He didn’t move.

You reached down grabbing the front of his shirt and this time, you pulled him up. Kid barely had time to react before your lips were on his again—but this kiss?

This kiss was different.

There was no pretense this time. No acting. No playing pretend. This was real. This was reckless, consuming, overwhelming. And fuck, you wanted it.

Kid growled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist, spinning you, pushing you against the nearest wall.

He kissed you like he was trying to brand you, ruin you, make sure you never forgot this moment for as long as you lived.

And hell maybe you wouldn’t.

Your fingers buried in his hair, yanking hard, and he hissed against your lips whether from pain or pleasure, you didn’t know.

His metal hand wrapped around your thigh, lifting you effortlessly, and before you could react, you were off the ground, pinned between him and the wall.

Your breath hitched. He felt it. His grin was pure sin.

“You good up there, mouse?”

You tightened your grip in his hair making him look up at you. Your lips brushed his.

“Shut up and kiss me, roughneck.”

Kid’s eyes darkened.

The room was now alive with tension. Every breath, every touch, every lingering second stretched into eternity.

Kid’s lips were on you like wildfire, ferocious, demanding, hungry. His flesh hand was everywhere, sliding up your back, gripping your waist, tugging at your dress as if the fabric was an obstacle he was too eager to destroy. While his metal hand remained under your thighs to hold you up

You could barely catch your breath. The heat between you was suffocating, but you didn't care. You wanted this.

With a snap, you tore away from his lips, desperate for air.

Kid’s eyes, darker than ever, locked onto you. He was studying you, watching the way you trembled under his touch, the way your body responded to his every movement.

"You want it, don’t you?" His voice was a low growl, as he brought his hand up to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips.

You didn’t answer with words. You answered with action.

Without a second thought, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back to you. This time, there was no hesitation.

The kiss was a clash of chaos and fire, both of you fighting for control, yet somehow you were both losing. The heat of his body pressed against yours, the taste of his kiss, the feel of his rough hand everything about him was making it harder to breathe, harder to think, but that was just the way you liked it.

His metal arm gripped your thigh more firmly, pulling you up against him again, this time with more force, more urgency. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, deeper. The friction was intoxicating, the way your bodies moved together, like they were always meant to. His flesh hand trailing down pushing your dress up further before it teasingly traced over the waistband of your underwear.

And then—

The sound of footsteps and shouts echoing down the hall again and this time it seemed the guards had figured out that it were you two in the honeymoon suit. You pulled back, barely breathing, eyes locked on Kid’s.

For a moment, it felt like time had frozen. The only sound was your frantic heartbeats and the chaos that loomed outside that room.

But then Kid’s smirk returned. That devilish, cocky grin that made you wonder how you ever thought you could keep control.

“Guess they found us,” he said, his voice thick with amusement, even though his breath was ragged, like he was just as on edge as you.

You couldn’t help but smirk back, even as your body screamed for more. “You always know how to make a mess, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed you again, harder, deeper, wilder.

And just like that, everything else faded away. The guards. The jewel. The plan you had spent weeks preparing for. None of it mattered anymore.

"Kid we need to-" you protested into the kiss as the shouts grew louder but he silenced you with his lips and tongue.

You broke away from him, heart racing, as you both heard the growing sounds of pursuit. Kid's eyes, still dark and intense, swept over you, studying your every breath, your every movement. You knew, as well as he did, that staying here wasn’t an option anymore.

"Damn it. Can't they give us a moment to finish this, we're busy here.” Kid muttered, frustration evident in his tone. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you close with a force that left you breathless.

"Come on we'll finish this on my ship" he added as he dragged you along.

"Wait what? You're kidding right."

“Not even a little.” His grin widened as he pulled you through the doorway, ignoring your protests. “I’m taking you on my ship, and we’ll finish what we started without anyone getting in the way. I'm not letting you go again mouse”

That caught you off guard and before you could protest any further you were hurled over his shoulder and carried back to his ship, where you could finish this - uninterrupted.

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id like to request something - desperate kiss prompt with kid💗 love how you write him hihi

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Desperate Kiss

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Kid

WORDS: 822

A/N: Thank you for the request! I also didn't realise it's Kid's birthday until I was finishing this. I hope you like what I came up with for Kid and this particular prompt

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Kid was always so self-assured, confident to the point some would call it arrogance. He was a true pirate, he wasn’t going to just roll over and let someone else take something he wanted. He also wasn’t going to just give up on pursuing something he wanted because someone was there first. Life was too short in his eyes to live anything but how he wanted and he did it unapologetically. Kid thought he was unshakable and never considered himself capable of hesitation. Then you had to come along and throw a wrench into his perception and the worst part? You had no idea what you did to him and with every passing moment of being around you he felt like he was slowly losing grip on the situation and going mad. 

On the calm, dark waters the Victoria Punk idly sailed through Kid had settled into his watch for the night. Knowing how bored Kid could get you decided to join him at least for a little while. To pass the time you shared a drink and idly chatted, mostly reminiscing about past adventures and tavern brawls. Which led you to talk about the most recent trip on shore that had gotten out of hand. 

“That poor guy didn’t have a clue what was happening.” You laughed with a small shake of your head. “Did you really have to punch him with your metal hand though?”

“Why not? Fucker had it coming.”

“Maybe it was the drink I had that night but I can’t remember him really doing anything to warrant a fight until everyone got involved.” You tired to focus your memory but still nothing came to mind. “I mean one minute he was boasting about his own crew then you appeared.”

“You forgot the part he tried to recruit you to his crew.” Kid explained and you gasped, reaching out to grab Kid’s arm as the memory sharpened. 

“That’s right!” You laughed, how could you have forgotten? Then you grinned broadly. “Were you scared I’d be sweet-talked into switching crews?”

“Don’t be a moron.” Kid scoffed, doing nothing to move away from your touch. “I wasn’t letting some nobody think he could take what’s mine.” Your smile stretched at Kid’s choice of words. You were part of the crew long enough to interpret what he’d been trying to say. You were his crew, a member of his family and he was a very possessive person and violently protective of the things that were important to him. To think his motivations went beyond looking out for a member of his crew wasn’t even in your mind to consider. 

“That’s what makes you the best Captain there is.” You smiled before finishing your drink. With a sigh you got up from your seat, taking his empty mug into your hand as well. Kid watched you carefully, his mouth falling into a scowl as he realised you were turning in for the night and he still had a handful of hours to endure a boring watch. You spotted his sour expression and mistook it for the earlier topic of conversation. Playfully you rolled your eyes and leaned down, pressing a kiss against your Captain’s forehead. “Promise I’m not going anywhere Captain. Stop worrying okay?”

You smiled and as much as you wanted to head straight to bed, you instead began to head for the kitchen to leave off the mugs you’d both been drinking from. The last thing you wanted was a lecture from Killer about the deck being left in a mess needlessly. Behind you, you could have sworn you heard Kid mutter ‘fuck this’ and thought he was cutting the rest of his watch short because of of how quiet it was. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that so it wasn’t entirely unexpected. What was unexpected though was when you heard his rushed footsteps drawing closer. As you reached for the door to the galley you were sharply turned and your back pushed against the solid wooden door. “Kid, what the-”

Before you could finish your question, Kid’s hand secured itself against your hip and his lips pressed hungrily and eagerly against yours. Fuelled purely by the desperate need for you to see him as more than just a Captain and desperate for you to finally see how he felt about you he couldn’t help but act the way he had. Against your lips, his arrogant grin crept in when he heard you drop the mugs in your hands as your mind caught up to what was happening. As the clattered loudly against the floor, you grabbed his arm and the back of his neck, returning the kiss at last with equal need. Inwardly he berated himself for doubting himself and hesitating making a move, because had he known kissing you would be like this he would have done this a long time ago.

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[damned-punk]

Having A Hard Time (Kidd x Reader)

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Content Warning: nsfw, drinking, voyeurism

Content Description: Kidd is awkward when it comes to intimacy and after being worked up, takes matters into his own hands ♡

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The night had been so much fun, everyone was letting loose and allowing themselves to get a bit tipsy along the way. Your face certainly felt a little warm, you’d drank enough to break through the barriers that would’ve otherwise inhibited your current predicament. At some point during the festivities you’d taken it upon yourself to lean against the Captain, glancing up at him through your lashes and reveling in his flustered expression.

He could be so tense at times, especially when it came to showing or receiving affection. He was forcing himself to stand as straight as possible, your smaller frame clumsily supporting itself against his own. You brought your hands to rest on his chest, your fingers playing with the hem of his vest and driving him to utter madness. He wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and tote you all the way back to his cabin, but he wouldn’t let himself give in. Not tonight anyway, not when he couldn’t be sure that you were totally lucid.

“You’re drunk lil’ girl.”, he attempted to redirect your advances, but the use of such a term of endearment only furthered your need to get closer to him.

“I’m not drunk, Eustass.”, you argued, giggling at how stern his expression was despite the ever deepening blush on his cheeks, “I might be a little bit warm… but that’s all.”

His pale skin always gave way to his emotions, turning various shades of red based on his level of anger or embarrassment. It was how you’d initially figured out his interest in you, he’d tease you so relentlessly but it was noticeably different than how he did with everyone else. You’d always have a remark ready to throw right back at him, his freckled cheeks flushed and eyes unable to meet the look of defiance that he just knew would be all over your face.

“Warm? You can’t even fuckin’ stand up straight.”, he smirked a bit, admittedly enjoying how clingy you’d become.

Maybe you were just a little more than warm. It was certainly no lie that you were looking for trouble and in this moment, Kidd looked like he’d do you no good. You brought his hand into your own, playing with his fingers and doing what you could to elicit a reaction. You ran the pad of your thumb along the glossy surface of his nail polish, you loved that he didn’t give a fuck and wore what he wanted in that way. Based solely on how he’d been looking at you, you knew that his mind had wandered to consider at least some level of what you’d already been thinking.

“Kidd…”, you drew out the sound of his name, “Kiss me.”

Despite all of his immense strength and confidence in the midst of any battle, intimacy was the one fight he just couldn’t figure out how to win. He knew what you were insinuating and he absolutely knew what he wanted to do to you, but he struggled to bring himself to take that next step. He loved the way that your soft skin felt against his rough palm, the weight of your head nuzzling into his hand was all the motivation he needed to finally bring his lips to your own.

He was unintentionally rough but you loved it, the dissonance in sensation of his painted lips sucking your own and his prosthetic keeping you caged in his grip was dizzying. Your fingers played with the red tufts of hair of that stuck out from beneath the elastic of his goggles, tugging slightly to let him know that you wanted more. This wrestle for dominance was something that you’d assuredly lose, but you kept it up for as long as possible.

When the inevitable break in contact occurred, Kidd felt himself begin to slip into his own desires. Your puffy lips were smudged red from his lipstick, your eyes dilated and glassy from such an intense exchange. Your half-lidded gaze was unavoidable, all too telling of the obscene visions playing in your mind.

“Oh, fuck me.”, he cursed under his breath, his arousal surmounting into a primal need for release, “I’m going to bed, try to have fun without me.”

“But-… Kidd!”, you yelled after him as he took long and quick strides back to his cabin.

If you didn’t know him so well, you might’ve been hurt by his sudden change in demeanor. He could be so awkward at times, unnecessarily unsure of what you wanted from him. You didn’t know how else to spell it out for him, how much more obvious could you be? Deciding that you were far more interested in what he was actually stomping off to do than the ship festivities, you followed behind him to the door of his cabin.

It was already shut and undoubtedly locked, a part of you knew what was ensuing behind that door and you wondered if you shouldn’t take his lead to do the same with yourself in your own cabin. You debated knocking but worried that it would ruin the pace he’d set for himself. He had a high libido and had acknowledged it on several occasions, you just wished he’d bring you into that part of himself.

After several grueling minutes of listening to the sound of waves crashing against solid wooden planks and attempting to arrive at a conclusion, you began to hear another sound. It reminded you of someone clapping, undoubtedly being the cadence of skin slapping against skin. Through the alcohol induced cloudiness, it wasn’t immediately obvious that the Captain had literally taken things into his own hands.

“Mmm… (Y/N)…”, you heard him groan from the other side of the door.

You nearly fell over, your breath coming to a complete halt and sobering up almost instantaneously. The moment was so nerve wracking, you’d never heard him sound like that before. His gruff voice seemed deeper than usual, much heavier and fast-paced. You covered your face out of embarrassment, he’d likely die if he knew anyone could hear him in this state.

“(Y/N)… fuck…”, you heard him moan again, the sound of his pace becoming noticeably quicker.

He must’ve been close, bringing himself over that edge all while thinking of you. The air suddenly fell quiet, the only remaining sound being the heavy heaving of air into his lungs. The floorboards began to creek in a way that seemed like he’d gotten up, prompting you to take off toward your own cabin as quickly as possible. You flopped onto your bed and tried to reason with how you’d have to make yourself look him in the eye after this. You were more than flattered, he was your partner after all, but the way your name fell from his body was something else entirely. You’d never felt more loved or desired than in that moment and it was all from him.

Ironically, he’d put you right in the same position you’d put him in earlier.

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[honeyshiddendesire]

Sweet Potato Toes

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pregnancy, maybe a little suggestive ??? (Eustass has a breeding link after your first kid) But nothing is detailed just mentioned!!

Summary: Girl Dad Captain Kid

*check out other girl Dad headcanons here*

Authors Note:

Twin 1A = oldest in the first set

Twin 1B = youngest in the first set

Twin 2A = oldest in the second set

Twin 2B = youngest in the second set

🍠Once this man knocks you up and sees how perfect you look round and claimed carrying his kid then expect him to want more.

🍠He's totally one of those dudes to try for a boy after his first set of twin girls only to end up with another set of twin girls.

🍠Calls them his little brat brigade even if you can't stand the name lol sorry he just thinks it's to cute

🍠Total breeding kink but after two sets of twins only a year apart you force this man to snip snip. You carried the kids then the least he can do is snip his shit lol

🍠 Has Killer as your personal guard dog whenever he's away and you're pregnant or with the kids, he can't risk anything happening to you. Not now not ever.

🍠Reluctantly, and I mean RELUCTANTLY asks Law for help when you get way to sick during your pregnancy but as a pirates wife he can't risk a hospital notifying the Marines

🍠This man has insomnia most nights so he has no problem being with your babies when they too have trouble sleeping.

🍠When they're hungry in the middle of the night he tries really hard, really - REALLY hard to feed them all. Especially because both sets get hungry at the same time. So when he goes to feed one girl a spoonful of sweet potatoes and turns to feed the other, a whole mess happens.

🍠Will never feed the girls alone when he catches one of his fiery haired baby's with her toes in her mouth, sweet potatoes literally covered head to toe. "Now why the hell would ya go and do that for?"

🍠Nonetheless he'll still snap a picture of his girls. His set of five month olds covered head to toe while his almost two years olds smile happily with equally messy faces.

🍠Definitely keeps that photo on him at all times, even as years pass and the photo fades from rubbing in his pockets.

🍠Keeps a metal bracelet on each one of his girls incase they ever run off and he needs to pull them back over to him. But much to his annoyance they find that game rather fun and do it just so he can lift them in the air.

🍠All his girls got his wild personality and cause so much mayhem when they reach their terrible twos. And with four girls all going crazy just pray for that man's sanity.

🍠Will most definitely let them paint his nails and add little braids in his hair and will totally rock the look, they even get their Uncle Killer to let them style his hair. "Who gives a fuck what anyone says about my damn hair, my girls did it." Will scream that to everyone with pride.

🍠His girls are all very different and he supports each and every one of them as they all blossom into their own little people. The youngest set of twins both still like to dress like twins, while the oldest two are polar opposites. Twin 1A is a total tomboy while Twin 1B wears tiaras and tutus.

🍠 Makes them all kinds of toys and playhouses on the ship for them to have fun

🍠 Made them each their own mini cannons but you say they're way to young to join in battle but Kids still has them practice Just In case lol

🍠Lets them climb all over him lol will have them dangle from his arms despite your nerves "Ah relax I won't drop my girls."

🍠Lets them in his work shop but has red tape around all the stuff he's working on that they can't cross into. But says the floor is lava on that side so they actually listen lol

🍠 Totally made them all their own work stations but each of them work on different crafts. Twin 1A works on clay sculptures, twin 1B works on glitter paintings, Twin 2A makes macaroni art and twin 2B likes to read instruction manuals.

🍠 Scary guard dog dad lol

🍠 Will let his girls dress him no matter what they pick!

🍠 Has totally went shopping in leather pants, a pink top that says 'Girl Dad' with a light purple tutu because it "Brings out his eyes"

🍠 LOATHES when people say his girls will get all the boys. "The fuck is wrong with you! THEY'RE KIDS! NOW GET OUTTA MY FACE BEFORE I BREAK YOUR DAMN NOSE!"

🍠Drinks way less, don't fight me on this!!!

🍠 Once he spotted marines pull up to a place he was at with his girls and you and had to lore them away while you hide on an island for a month until it was safe for him to grab you all. Was the WORST month of his life- and the loneliest. "I'll slaughter them all before I EVER leave you girls again."

🍠Hates when they grown up and start having CRUSHES -ugh he hates that word but hates it even more when they start liking Luffy's sons. "Out of all the pirate boys you could pick, you all just had to chose HIS!?"

🍠Once his eldest daughter starts dating Luffy's son then he acts like his whole world shatters. "Noooo!!" While literally storm off to his bedroom, locks the door and cry- will deny he cries but you both know that he does.

🍠 Unfortunately has to become friendly with the Straw Hats because he'll be damned if he misses seeing his kid just cause he hates the father of her boyfriend's father.

🍠Eventually has to make a permanent alliance with the Straw Hat Captain when his girl announces her marriage.

🍠 Will offer her a billion berries if she cancels the wedding. Did I mention he'll ask as he walks her down the aisle. "I'm serious. A billion berries if we leave right now." "No dad! Now stop it will ya."

🍠LOATHES even more when Luffy hugs him after the wedding saying they're like 'brothers now and welcome to the crew'.

🍠 He thought the worst was over but when Twin 2B admits she has a crush on Law's son because he's 'sooooo smart' he almost hurls himself into the damn ocean. "I don't know how this could get any worse!"

🍠But it does get worse when Twin 2A confesses to wanting to be a marine. Yeah...a marine. The same twin that used to make him macaroni art now wants to be a marine. Art that he still has hung up in his workshop walls by the way.

🍠Unlike Smoker though he'll still be supportive of all his girls dreams. Especially when she tells him that she wants to change the way the world sees pirates. "Anything- and I mean anything you girls do- I'm gonna be proud of you no matter what. You got that."

🍠When years pass and all his girls set sail in different directions of their lives he'll pull out that old worn out photo of his girls and their little sweet potato toes. When you catch him tearing up you can't help but wrap your arms around him tightly.

"No need to cry Captain you did great. Soon they'll be sailing home to tell us they're having kids then you get to hold a baby again." You thought you were being comforting but all you got was Kidd blushing in horror that someone was gonna knock up his girls some day. Ugh being a girl dad was too much stress for the man.

"Sh-Shut Up!"

🍠 Unfortunately that day does come and soon he has a grand daughter. But it wasn't as bad as he thought. Because wouldn't ya know... His grand daughter also likes getting sweet potatoes all over herself from head to toe.

[armiliadawn]

In Your Hands

Word count: 911

Masterlist

Summary: In your hands, he’s no longer a Captain. He belongs to you. Offered, vulnerable, ready to burn for you. Notes: Big thanks to my lovely @jintaka-hane for reading it over and giving me her precious advice. You’re the best, girl 💖 Tags: Kid x F!reader, NSFW, Explicit Content, Sub!Kid, Dom!Reader, Bath scene.

Steam wrapped the room like a curtain - thick and warm - blurring the edges of the real world. Candles cast golden reflections on the stone walls, and the deep bathwater shimmered softly. The air smelled of warm stone and infused herbs.

You were already in the pool when Kid joined you, the hot water caressing your skin and soothing the tension from your body. He entered without a word, his steps slower than usual. The water rippled around him as he slid in, the candlelight tracing the lines of his shoulders and scars. He leaned against the edge, his one good arm resting casually on the stone, and his eyes locked onto yours.

You held his gaze without flinching and didn’t move. Not right away. Time seemed to stop, trapped between the stone walls and the enveloping warmth of the water, in this intimate space where nothing existed but him and you.

Then, with deliberate slowness, you moved closer. Your thighs cut through the water, brushing against his, and you settled astride him without a word. Your bare body slid against his with natural fluidity, warm skin seeking his, finding, adjusting. Your hands clung to his neck, your legs tightening around his waist.

He was already hard. Already ready. But you still waited, just to watch him suffocate with desire. His gaze was sharp and burning. You could see the muscles in his jaw clench slightly.

And you, you were already sweating and glistening.

“Are you planning to stare at me like that all night?” you whispered.

He answered without a smile, his voice low:

“I’m giving you control. Show me what you want.”

You didn’t thank him. You leaned in slowly, your breasts brushing his chest, and murmured in his ear:

“I want to make you lose your mind.” You gently bit his earlobe. “But slowly. Very slowly.”

He drew in a deeper breath, a rough sigh escaping his slightly parted lips. A shiver ran down his back. His body, solid and tense, trembled for a brief moment. Barely. But enough for you to feel him vibrate against you.

He said nothing. But his gaze darkened, growing more intense, more ravenous still.

You had set him ablaze with a single sentence.

Your hips moved in a slow ripple, a first movement, almost imperceptible, yet already precise, sensual, calculated.

Kid closed his eyes for a second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his without hurrying. A long, deep kiss in which you poured everything you hadn’t yet said: your want, your fire, your hunger.

Then you straightened, your eyes locked onto his, and guided your bodies with exquisite precision. You sank down onto him in one fluid motion, taking him into you without a sound, without a sigh, your eyelids heavy with focus.

He let out a ragged breath, his head falling back. His one good hand clutched the edge of the bath, as if holding on to keep from losing himself, fighting to stay in control.

You waited for him to open his eyes.

“You’re mine,” you whispered.

And you began to move.

Slowly. With a sensual control, each ripple of your body carefully measured, designed to make him tremble beneath you.

Your hips moved with grace, your rhythm deliberate, every friction precisely controlled. You kept your hands on his chest, your nails grazing his skin, drawing burning lines.

“You’re not saying anything,” you murmured.

“Because I want to feel you, not interrupt you.”

You smiled.

“You won’t last long.”

He smiled back, breathless, his hand now gripping the edge of the bath tightly.

“I’ll last as long as you decide I do.”

You leaned in again, your lips brushing his throat, your voice lower:

“And if I want to torture you all night?”

“Then you will. And I’ll beg you for more.”

You picked up the pace gradually. More pressure, more rhythm, each movement deeper than the last. Breaths tangled between you, growing shorter, more erratic. Clinging to his shoulders, you tilted your head back slightly, letting your damp hair cascade down your spine.

Kid looked at you like a man on fire. He was used to dominating. But now, he no longer knew where his body ended and yours began. It was dizzying. And it was heady.

And you rode him like you would a stallion: with strength, with mastery, with wild love.

Water splashed against the walls around you, the stillness of the place broken only by your moans. By your quickened breathing. By the barely contained rumble in Kid’s throat.

Everything became more intimate than silence itself.

When you felt your own body nearing the edge, you clutched his hair, pressed your forehead to his, and moaned against his lips:

“Come with me. Now.”

And he obeyed. Your orgasm was deep, long - almost silent - a heavy, burning wave that left you both trembling, entangled, breathless, your bodies pressed tightly together.

You stayed there, perched on him, panting, your eyes closed. Only the soft lapping of water against the stone broke the silence that had returned.

He wrapped his arm around you, keeping you close, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then you murmured, still half out of breath:

“ It’s dangerous, letting me take the lead.” Kid let out a faint laugh, still too dazed to think straight. “And that’s exactly why I’ll let you do it again.”

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[daydreamer-in-training]

✨OP Advent Calendar Masterlist✨

Door 6 - Under the Mistletoe Part 1

Eustass Kid x reader

Word count: 1.500+

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (NSFW)

Themes: fluff; kisses; a tiny bit steamy at the end; Is Kid in denial or just an Idiot ? Who knows?! It's the Kid Pirates so : foule language; Bit angsty at the end If you squint, but there will be a Part two on another day so its okay; hight difference

Notes: This wasn't supposed to be this long! 😄And I haven't been able to sleep much the past three nights, this also took me until midnight as well. But Hope that makes Up for Yesterday 🥺✨ Have a wonderful day everyone! This is also for @fanaticsnail to turn her frown upside down 🫂

Please Note that Englisch is Not my first languages and i am tired when uploading ✨

Advent Calendar Taglist: @jintaka-hane @chibinasuu @stuckinmymind22 @eustasscapitankid @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece

The Christmas Chaos was evident on the Victoria Punk. Glitter, twinkle lights, and cosiness stood in stark contrast to the usual decor on the Victoria Punk. Bubblegum and Killer pestered Kid about decorating for their annual Christmas Event days before it happened until he gave his okay.

“Do whatever the fuck you want, but leave me alone already!“

Then the two went ham and a few hours later, it looked as if Christmas had thrown up on the Ship.

It took Kid a moment to get used to it. When he entered his chamber, everything was normal, but when he had woken up a few hours later from his nap and opened the door, he was blinded by fairy lights.

Bubblegum in particular was fond of Mistletoes and the tradition surrounding it, so they hung them up everywhere. They had so much fun, smooching everyone when they got the chance.

The crew memorized the locations where the Misteltoes would be and avoided them. Everyone became very good at taking the long way to the kitchen.

As did Kid, he had just woken up from his midday nap. He did the night watch all week -due to a bet he lost against Wire- and so he slept during the day. Still in his sleeping pans, he jawed and scratched his belly, he could already smell the coffee Killer was brewing in the kitchen.

Tired and deep in thought, he didn't notice that you were sneaking up on him.

“Hey, Captain?” Before he even realised what was going on, you had already stood on your tiptoes and given him a playful kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Puzzled and dumbfounded, he looked down at you, his amber eyes wide with shock. The stark contrast to his usual frown made you giggle. You didn‘t know his eyes were able to be that round.

“Look, up there,“ he followed your finger with his eyes up to the ceiling where a Mistletoe was hanging. Before he could say anything back, you were already gone with a ‘see you later at the night watch!’

Bubblegum! He moved the mistletoe somewhere else, the arse.

Kid slowly lifted his fingers to his lips, where your brief kiss still lingered as a tingling sensation as he watched you bounce away with glee.

“Oh wow… That was your chance, but all you did was stand there like a statue“ The Captain didn’t even have to turn around and see, to know the wide grin Wire had on his stupid face right now.

Kid clenched his fist and huffed “Shut-“ Wires grin became wider “-ta fuck-“ The taller man took a slow step back now, chuckling as his old friend turned around and stared daggers into his body „UP!“

Laughter from Killer came from the kitchen.

As the redhead finally entered his destination, he was greeted by a Mug of coffee from his first mate and plopped his buttocks onto the bench in the corner and drank it in fuming silence.

The two commanders exchanged knowing looks - if one can call it that with Killer mask and all. They both had already noticed the soft spot the captain had for you. They noticed long before Kid did. That poor fella is still in denial, but the red hue his ear had become since you kissed him, would beg to differ.

The three commanders had made up a plan, starting with Heat transferring his night watch tonight to you. He was your superior and you wouldn‘t question it. The Mistletoe incident was a lucky coincidence just now.

Wire and Killer went after their usual business, Wire taking a seat as well and opening the newspaper and Killer was making some Eggnog for everyone.

“So… you gonna have night shift with them tonight, did I hear right?“, the first mate said nonchalantly as he stirred his ingredients together. Behind his newspaper, Wire peered over to Kid, who seemingly short-circuited. “What?!“ he grunted, coughing up his coffee.

It was all your fault! Why did you have to be so incredibly cute, so gentle and at the same time so quick-witted and competent? Eustass Kid would never have reacted so stupidly when you kissed him in the fist place if you hadn't always treated him so gentle and understanding.

He was about to give you a piece of his mind. Kid was already way too late, but he was also captain so he could get away with it. Still loaded, he trudged up the stairs to the lookout.

But when he saw you standing there, leaning against the railing, watching the stars, his anger was briefly blown away. His gaze travelled over your body and lingered on your lips. Those plush and soft lips.

And then he remembered why he was upset.

You snapped to attention when you heard his footsteps stop and looked towards him.

“Hey Captain… good evening! The stars are so pretty tonight!“ the soft smile on your face turned into an expression of shook when you noticed his angry scowl.

No, you are so pretty tonight! Is what he almost blurted out.

“And what do ya think ya doing?! Ya think its okay ta just kiss ya captain when he lets his guard down!?“

He bridged the distance between you with long strides faster than you had expected. You stumbled back and realised that the wall behind you was much closer than you thought. You didn't see anger coming as his reaction. Especially not after Wire had talked you into it.

Kid slammed his hands on the wall to either side of your face, which made you flinch.

“Kid- Captain I m-mean“ you blinked up to him, now caged between the wall and the broad figure, that was Eustass Kid, not finding the words to explain yourself properly.

Afraid to look him in the eye, you scrunch yours shut.“I- I overstepped-“ fear that you had ruined your relationship with him collected itself in the pit of your stomach.

“Ya didn’t. Now shut up an‘ look at me…“ his quiet and hoarse voice near your face made you open your eyes slowly. He was so close to your face now, your noses almost touched. “I‘m the captain… I‘m the one that initiates things…“, your eyelashes fluttered as he gently caressed your face with his right hand to tilt it up to him. „I call the shots, aye?“, he whispered into your cheek.

You nodded slightly and turned your face invitingly towards him. He had been longing to hold your smaller body in his arms for a long time. Kid's feelings for you were finally spilling over and he allowed himself to take a little piece of you.

Hungrily, he pressed you against the wall and pressed his lips to yours, a satisfied growl escaping his lips. You let him take control, you had no other choice as he devoured your lips with passion. Your hands found his broad shoulders and held on tightly.

Briefly gasping for air, he released the kiss and your fiery eyes met. He wanted more, now that he was allowing himself to show his feelings for you.

His eyes darted back and forth between yours, searching for an answer to his silent question. With the usual gentleness in your eyes, you slide your hand down his neck to bring him back towards you.

And so his lips met yours with more hunger than ever before. Kid slipped his tongue into your mouth, dominating the kiss completely as he lifted you up. Both of your legs wrapped around his hips, seeking support. While his metal arm held you up with ease, he ran his other arm up your thighs.

After what felt like an eternity, he broke off the heated kiss, not without pulling slightly on your lower lip. You looked into each other's eyes, both gasping for breath, a thousand questions arising in this moment and neither of you finding the words to express them.

You lovingly took his face in your hands and placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

He sighed softly and unintentionally at your loving gesture. And the Kid was reminded that he was your captain, your superior. And that what he was doing here was not okay. At least he thought so.

You wouldn't think Eustass Kid ever had any scruples when it came to lust. But he cared about his crew, he fucking cared about you. You're like family and there was no way he was going to jeopardise that.

So he carefully put you back on the ground. You looked up at him in confusion, which gave his heart a twinge. He leant down to you and placed a kiss on your forehead. ‘Night watch is over, go to sleep.’ he whispered into your hairline. Then he turned and left the lookout without looking back. If he had still seen the hurt and confused look on your face, he probably wouldn't have been able to leave you behind.

You really hadn't expected this result when you gave the Kid a kiss under the mistletoe.

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[conchcronch]

To anyone who’s interested, here is my current Kinktober Masterlist!

I’m taking any requests as well, seeing as I’ve scheduled myself a fic every other day so if there’s any prompts and One Piece characters you would like to see included just send me a message and I can add them in!

October 1: Sword Play with Zoro

October 3: Jealousy with Buggy

October 5: Instructional Masturbation with Law

October 7: Face Sitting with Nami

October 9: Cockwarming with Crocodile

October 11: Begging with Sanji

October 13: Brat Taming with Eustass Kid

October 15: Aftercare with Mihawk

October 17: Cuckolding with Sanji & Zoro

October 19: Dominance with Buggy

October 21 - 26: Break

October 28: Public Sex with Zoro

October 29: Breath Play with Law

November 4: Pegging with Sanji

December 18: Threesum with Mihawk & Crocodile

TBD: Surprise

[simpleeindulge]

The Beast and the Mouse

Info: fem/reader x Kid, 1st meetings, cussing and rude language, Kid in denial, Kid gets a crush, implied sexual yearning, future mature content planned.

Context: Kid develops a crush on a girl he thinks is not his type.

Part 1.

Eustass Kid was in a foul mood, and he didn't care who knew it. He stumped through the ship with his fist clutched, looking for Killer. It was rare for him to be pissed off at his best friend and first mate, but dammit, he screwed up!

Killer happened to be in the same room with his fucked-up choice of a new crew member, making Kid paused at the doorway to glared at the man's back. Killer sensed the hostility and glanced over his shoulder. The movement gave Kid a better view of the girl's eyes. Those damn beautiful, doleful eyes that made Kid go still nearly every time he saw them.

“Need something, Captain?”

Kid snapped out of his daze and glared at Killer.

“I need to speak with you in private,” Kid said through gritted teeth then walked away.

Killer tilted his head at Kid, then shrugged and followed him. It was odd that Kid wanted to talk somewhere else.

Normally, Kid would tell whoever was in the room to get out if he wanted to talk with him privately. When Killer walked into Kid’s messy quarters and closed the door, Kid rounded on him and bellowed, “What the hell, Killer! What were you thinking, letting her join the crew without asking me!”

Killer threw up his hands in defense, and he wore a surprised expression behind his mask.

“What are you talking about, Kid?! You asked her to join! Remember!”

“I did not! I-”

But then Kid remembered that he did offer her a chance to join his crew. It had been after a battle with some weaker crew. They celebrated the win at a bar on a nearby island, and she was one of the barmaids there serving drinks.

That is, she was supposed to be serving, but she saw the wounds on some of the men drinking and started treating with her meager medical kit.

Kid had some woman straddle across his lap and happened to see the girl recleaning a wound on Killer. At the time, it was amusing to see this small mouse of a girl patching up rowdy pirates as they drank. How she concentrated on the Killer’s wounds while being aware of her environment made her a paradox of perfection.

“Hey,” Kid called over to her as the woman on his lap kissed and nipped at his neck. “You got a name?”

The girl looked up at him, and Kid, for some reason, froze. There was something about how her eyes shone as she stared directly at him. Her lips were pressed together in a sweet pout, and her hair fell in soft-looking waves around her shoulders.

Kid didn't know if it was the booze, but he felt a desire to shove the busty woman off his lap and carry the girl off. Considering how small she looked, he could even tuck her into his furred cape for safekeeping and have her for later.

The woman stopped kissing Kid, looking peeved that he wasn't paying attention to her.

She then saw who he was looking at and whispered in his ear, “That’s Y/n, but we all call her ‘Mouse’ because of how quiet she is.”

Kid blinked and then laughed at the name, and the harlot laughed with him. “Mouse, huh? How would you like to join my crew?”

“Kid.” Killer said his name to bring some sense to him, but Kid plowed through.

“You’ll see the world beyond this dump ‘little mouse’! See things you never thought possible! Enjoy pleasures you never thought to desire! You would be one of us! The infamous Kid Pirates!”

His voice carried through the bar, and the rest of his crew got swept up in their drunken state and cheered their captain. The girl just sat and stared at Kid as the crew gulped their drinks.

“Think about and talk to Killer when you make up your mind, ‘little mouse.' We set sail tomorrow at noon.”

Kid forced his attention back to the woman on his lap and began biting at her shoulder, making the woman gasp and laugh with pleasure.

After that, well, he ended the night with a good fuck in one of the bedrooms upstairs and walked back to the ship with a massive hangover early the following day.

He didn't see the girl nicknamed Mouse till they were already out at sea. She was helping to scrub the floors in the mess hall when Kid tripped over her, spilling the bucket of soapy water. He was about to yell at whoever tripped him when Kid recognized her from the bar.

“YOU!”

"Oh! Captain, I'm so sorry; let me help." She said softly as she took out a clean cloth and dried his face. Her hand touched his leg as she leaned in to press the fabric to his skin.

Kid went from anger to pure lust. He wanted to grab her and roll her under him without caring who was watching. The sudden carnal desire he suddenly felt overwhelmed him, and he quickly shoved her off him and stood up over her.

She made a surprised sound and glanced up at him with a wounded look that made his knees weak.

“How long have you been here?” Kid growled at her.

“Three days.”

“Who let you on my ship?”

“Killer, but you-”

Kid had left to find his first mate as he cursed himself.

Dammit! How could she have already been here for three days without me noticing?

Which led to the present problem of what to do with her now she's on the ship.

"I tried talking to you the day we set sail, but you were still hungover.” Killer explained as Kid rage grew.

“So you just let her on the ship!”

“The girl insisted on joining the crew. I was there when you asked her, and she didn't care that you were drunk when you asked her." Killer continued to explain.

"So this is my fault?!"

Well, yeah, duh, Killer thought but knew better and instead said, "Look, she may be useful. Heat looked over her bandaging skills. She's not bad and has enough medical knowledge for him to show her more."

"For what!? A nurse!" Kid roared. “We don't need another nurse!”

"She'll be a field medic." Killer clarified.

Kid's mind just stopped as he stared dumbfounded at his first mate. Her? A field medic? Her? Why not just shoot her now? It would be kinder and faster. Or if they wanted to make it slow, tie her up and drop her overbroad.

"You got to be kidding," Kid laughed as he started to pace the room.

"You want that small girl to go onto a battlefield and treat our crewmates! I might as well kill her right now! It would be the one good deed tied to my name!"

Kid then ran a hand through his red hair as he stopped pacing and shook his head. "No! No way! I want her off the ship!"

"But Kid, you-"

"I don't care what I said to her! No way am I keeping some weak pissant around to hold back our crew back!"

Killer's shoulder heaved as he sighed and said, "Okay, I'll see that she's off the ship at the next port. In the meantime, I'll have her do some odd jobs so she can earn her keep."

"Why wait?! Just put her on a rowboat and-"

"Captain."

Kid froze and snapped his gaze toward the doorway. Mouse, that is, Y/N, stood there looking at him with a firm expression on her sweet face.

It was unsettling how quiet she was as she moved. The door to Kid's cabin always creaked, yet she opened the door without a sound. She took a breath and walked into the room. Kid watched her and, for some absurd reason, felt nervous.

"Captain," she said again, "I want to stay and prove you wrong. I won't hold the crew back."

Killer watched as Kid had to visibly shake himself out of whatever sinkhole his mind had just dived into. He readies himself as Kid squares his shoulders and glares down at the girl. The girl didn't appear intimidated and even clasped her hands in front of her as her chin tilted up.

"You want to prove me wrong. Are you saying that you aren't a weak little-"

"I have experience treating the wounded, and I'm not afraid to go into a battle to help." She said quickly as her eyes softened at him.

Her voice was not raised, and her tone didn't sound desperate. It was like she was offering Kid a favor. A kind, healthful favor that made Kid's insides go all mushy.

"Please, Captain." She added gently as her lashes blinked at him. "Let me stay."

Killer glanced at Kid and was surprised to see him deflating. And if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, Kid was... blushing? Yes, yes, he was. Kid was actually blushing over this tiny, sincere girl who looked out of place on their ship.

Kid gritted his teeth and slapped his hand over his nose and cheeks to hide part of the redness spreading on his face.

“Captain?” She asked again, now looking worried.

Kid growled and turned his head away as he shouted, "Fine! You can stay! But if you screw up, I will personally end you! Now go find something useful to do before I toss you off the side!"

Y/N smiled widely and didn't appear offended by Kid's shouting or threats. "Yes, Captain! Right away! I'll start by cleaning your room!"

"Wait, what?!" Kid had barely enough time to respond when both he and Killer were shoved out of the room and had the door slam closed on their backs.

"What the-how?"

He turned and stared at the closed door and back at Kid. How was a tiny girl able to shove him and Killer out in the blink of an eye.

"She ate the scurry-scurry fruit," Killer explained with a shrug as Kid looked to him for an answer. "It's the other reason she was known as Mouse at the bar. She can move around quickly without making sound and lift five times her weight for a short time. It's also why I gave her the field medic job."

"She can't turn into a mouse, right?" Kid asked as he shivered at the thought of a human transfiguring into a rodent. "Cause that would be gross."

"And less cute," Killer commented with a slight grin behind his mask.

The way Kid snapped his head around at him was enough to prove his sudden discovery. His friend's face was even beginning to redden again. Killer held back a chuckle and cleared his throat.

"I'm going to get a drink; want to join?"

Kid grumbled and walked in the other direction away from Killer. There was no fucking way he thought that the girl was cute. Weak wasn't cute; it was annoying and a pain. She wouldn't last a week with his crew.

If she died on the job, it would be her fault, not his! What was she thinking taking his drunken offer?! Didn't she know she was too delicate for this kind of life?! Didn't she know how small, soft-looking she was? How cute-

"NO! NOT CUTE!" Kid roared as he raked his fingers into his hair and nearly ripped off his goggles.

Nearby onlookers wisely glanced away and didn't bother their Captain. Kid growled and turned to stomp back to his room to throw the girl out.

When he got there, she was already gone, leaving behind a tidy room. Kid glanced around, huffed, and muttered, "I guess she can stay."

He then flopped onto his clean bed face first and sighed. He'll worry about his 'Mouse' problem later. All this raging was making him tired.

As he closed his eyes, he could smell the scent she had left behind while making his bed. Thoughts of her being in his bed, being under him, squirming and wriggling as she whimpered and moaned, seeped into his mind. Kid groaned and growled as he punched his fist into the blankets.

She was going to be a pain, and not just in the ass; Kid mused as his groin throbbed.

A big pain for such a little creature.

Part 2.

[innerfare]

You Just Do It Better 

Summary: There are some things that are better left to you

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy:  

When his hat is in a state of disrepair, as it often is, he now hands it over to you to be fixed. You did it once when he was sound asleep after a fight, and when he woke up, he discovered his most prized possession looked better than it ever had. People are so rarely allowed to touch his hat, but he begs you- puppy dog eyes and all- to fix his hat for him every time it gets damaged. You just do it better. 

Zoro: 

Why does your sake always taste better? And your beer? And, though he’s loathe to admit it, he’d rather swipe that fruity cocktail you’re drinking than have his own whiskey because whenever you order a drink, it just tastes better. Oh, and when you make it? Forget about drinking it yourself. If you make a drink yourself, be it ice water or hot tea or something with liquor, Zoro will at the very least be stealing a few sips, even if he’s made his own. You just do it better. 

Sanji: 

Who knew you had such a talent for frosting cupcakes? He takes such pride in cooking for you, never imagined for a moment he would allow you to pick up even a single kitchen utensil. But he had his hands full one day and you took over the cupcakes he’d made upon Luffy’s request, and you did such a beautiful job he didn’t even let the crew eat them. Now, it’s your job to frost any sweets he makes. You just do it better. 

Ace: 

It’s everything you touch, really. Whether you’re picking out a necklace or seasoning a dish, you just do it better. But most especially, you talk. Whether you’re talking about nothing or speaking on something important, you have a way with words that he simply doesn’t. He always puts his thoughts and feelings through a you filter because however you phrase things is going to be the best way. You just do it better. 

Sabo: 

You edit his manuscript. He has no shortage of people who could do it for him, people who have real experience doing such things. He could do it himself, too, educated as he is (though he hides it well). But you’re so much better. You know exactly how to read his words and improve on them without changing the underlying point he is trying to make. He even has you read his private journals just for your opinion. You just do it better. 

Law: 

You put the right words in his mouth for him. Law often stumbles over his words and isn’t the best at communicating his emotions. You have a special talent for reading his emotions and explaining them, so much so that when he has a conflict, he comes to you and you help him piece together the right thing to say so he doesn’t end up snapping and saying something rude (still probably ends up snapping, but it’s not as bad with your help). You just do it better. 

Kid: 

Applying the soothing gel intended to calm the residual pain in the stub of his arm used to be a private ordeal, the fact that his arm hurt perhaps his most closely guarded secret. But you walked in on him one night and found him in so much pain that you took over despite his protests, and he found the gel worked even better when you massaged it into his arm. Now, he doesn’t even bother trying to do it himself. You just do it better. 

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[st4rpiece]

secret attraction

SFW

characters: eustass kid x fem! reader summary: to stop killer and heat from teasing you about your crush on kid, you deflect by telling them that he was like a "brother" to you. CW: fluff, mutual pining, usage of nicknames (flower and baby), hopeless romantic kid, other: lowercase intended, not proofread, and pictures from pinterest

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you were currently in the kitchen of the Victoria Punk watching killer prepare tonight's dinner, while simultaneously listening to heat retell another one of their failed situationship's.

"i'll say it since you won't," you said pointing at killer, who is ironically avoiding your eyes "no sane person would fall for those words," you say this time pointing to heat.

"still that was 1000x better than kid’s," killer said. triggering a memory loop of all of kidd's many failed attempts at courting you, with the worst one ending in a cold war that surprisingly lasted two days.

"why are you saying it like you're surprised?" you said jokingly earning a chuckle from heat. “that's cause we are.”

"on a more serious note, flower, what do you think of kid?," killer asked "casually." he was aware of you and kidd's mutual attraction for each other. after listening to yet another one of kidd's rants about how dense you were he decided to help his captain out.

"of the captain? what about him?" you managed to ask calmly as if the question didn’t cause your heart to skip a heartbeat.

"what killer means is, do you like the captain?" heat asked bluntly. him and killer both analyzing your face for any sort of reaction.

"i mean, yeah i-i like him," you said with a slight nervousness in your tone.

“not as a captain, flower” killer reiterates “do you like him romantically?”

“w-what? no. no,” you were lying and with the way they were both looking at you, you knew they thought so too.

"really?" they asked simultaneously.

"yes, really. kid is like the cool older brother to me." you instantly regretted those words as they left your mouth.

he’s like a cool brother?!? who the hell says shit that about their crush?!?

at the same time, kid was making his way to his workshop when he happened to catch killer's words as he passed by the kitchen. his heart pounding against his chest as he stood still waiting for your answer.

cool older brother?

those were words kid never thought he'd hear, especially not out your mouth. he stood right by the door, unable to move. a wave of anger and frustration washed over him, cracking his usual confident demeanor. kid was never one to hide his emotions, so with a clenched fist, and a flared-up temper, he entered the kitchen.

"like a cool older brother?” he scoffed, “fuck! are you serious, flower?" kid’s voice was laced with irritation as his sudden presence shocked everyone in the room. "do i look like the fucking brotherly type to you?"

you had the quickest reaction time to his sudden appearance as you subconsciously tried to appease his anger by explaining yourself. "i didn't mean it like that, captain, it's just...”

kid scoffed. "whatever. if that's how you see me, then fine." he said, cutting you off before leaving the room.

the once light and comfortable atmosphere in the kitchen turned to a silent and dense one.

the following days after that, kdd was not hiding the foul mood that he was in, as he made it everyone's problem. with killer even pointing out that his already short temper, shortened (if that was even possible). kid was even more reckless now, throwing himself into constant battles, purposefully as he was trying to drown out the confusion and hurt that he felt.

he couldn't understand why you would say something like that, especially when he had been nothing but clear (as clear as kid could be) about his feelings. and yet you saw him as a “brother?" the word alone was enough to get him riled up. making whoever on the receiving end of his anger wish they weren’t.

one the fourth day of his tantrum (as killer called it), you approached him as he was working in his shop. you were expecting him to tell you to leave but no matter how upset he was at you, kid didn’t have it in him to turn you away. sulking or not, he would fulfill any request you had.

"what do you want?" he asked gruffly.

"we need to talk," you said firmly as you made your way to his workbench. "about what i said the other day."

kid motions you to sit on the chair not far from his bench. "whenever you’re ready flower." he says giving you his undivided attention.

despite his words, he was in a guarded stance (arm crossed with limited expression) causing your confidence to falter a bit. so instead of making eye contact like you had planned, you ended up staring at his coat while you spoke.

"when i said you were like a "cool older brother" to me, i wanted you to know that i just said that to get the boys off my back.” hearing this kid’s defensive stance loosened a bit.

which you took as a positive sign to continue, “i was also scared that you didn't feel the same way i did."

kid’s eyes widened, his previous anger no longer present as he made sense of your words. "wait, what? you mean...?"

"yes," you interrupted, your voice trembling ever so slightly. "i like you, captain. a lot actually. i just didn't want to take any chances in case you saw me as nothing more than just another subordinate."

kid felt a mixture of relief and disbelief at your words.

"just another subordinate?? oh baby, you are much more than that," his voice was so uncharacteristically low you almost missed his words.

he took a deep breath, his intense eyes locking onto yours. "flower, you make me feel things i didn't think were possible. i can't even go a day without thinking about you, and fuck! it drives me crazy."

stepping closer, he reaches out to grab your hand, his grip firm yet tender. "baby, i want to be yours in the same way i want you to be mine," he confesses, letting go of your hand and instead reaching out for your face with the same tenderness.

"i want to be the one who puts that sweet smile on your face." his calloused thumb brushing over your lips, with a softness in his touch. "i know i can be hot-headed, loud, and reckless so i hope you'd bear with me as i learn to make you feel as special as you make me feel."

the unexpected gentleness in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes, and the tenderness from his hands. the rough, fierce exterior you had always known seemed to melt away, revealing a vulnerable side of kid that you had never seen before.

as his words sank in, you felt a wave of emotions crash over you. tears swelled up in your eyes as you felt an overwhelming sense of relief from hearing his heartfelt confession.

his hands, still on your face, wiped away your tears as they fell. "these are happy tears," you manage to tell him in between your sobbing, earning a light chuckle.

"i hope so," he says, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

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kid named his ship after the girl he loved, taking a part of her along with him on his journey. you can't convince me that he isn't the "gentle but only to my partner" kind of person. you just can't.

with that being said i hope you guys, gals, and pals enjoyed!!

[nina-ya]

If you do kid (from one piece) requests, can I request wordless ways kid shows he loves you?

Ways That Kid Wordlessly Says "I Love You"

Luffy Zoro Sanji Law Kid Shanks

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KID AND THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS!! Pairing: Eustass Kid x Reader CW: Implied sex, more just heavy making out in that one section. WC: 1.1k

You had grown used to the now familiar tugs at your wrist, courtesy of Kid. A while back, he presented you with a hand crafted bracelet that seemed to have no apparent purpose. However, it did not take long for you to realize its function.

“Here,” he said, dropping the bracelet into your hands.

You examined the metallic bracelet, taking note of the intricate designs and its beauty in the craftsmanship. You looked up at him confused and asked, “What’s this for?”

“Just put it on,” he grumbled. “You’ll figure it out.” You followed his instructions and slipped the bracelet onto your wrist. The next moment you found yourself being pulled by your wrist into his arms. As you crashed into him, you looked up at him slightly flustered at the sudden close contact. He simply smirked at you and responded with, “You get it now?”

The bracelet has become a silent communicator of Kids desires. Whether he wanted to hold you close, steal a kiss, or simply share a moment together, the subtle magnetic pull was your cue. The bracelet even served as a form of protection. During battles when a threat seems to close in on you, Kid would not hesitate to use his magnetic abilities to push or pull you away from the danger and you would always find yourself shielded from harm's way. You know Kid loves you when he gives you meaningful gifts.

- - -

Your fingers danced along the curves and contours out of his body tracing every scar, every dip, every arch. Your touch explored his body. The kiss you two are locked in deepens as your lips take control, moving against his in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Your tongue gently caressed his as you explored his mouth. 

A hand snaked around your waist, firmly gripping you and pulling you in closer against his body. You broke the kiss to plant some more soft kisses and occasional bites down his jaw and neck. Every sigh, every gasp, every low rumble that escaped his throat became a guide for your touch, with the aim to elicit the most visceral responses from him.

Soft sighs and whimpers filled the room as your hands explored his body with a sense of ownership. His own hand traced and squeezed the curves of your body, silently pleading for more. You guided Kid back onto the bed, your hands removing his shirt with ease. His bare chest invited your attention and you began to plant a series of slow kisses. Your lips trailed downwards, kissing every inch of him until you reached his pelvis. You began to draw out the moment and take your time. His fingers reached down and threaded through your hair before tracing your face until they reached your chin. He gently lifted your face, and through heavy breaths that filled the room, he managed to look at you with a silent plea, asking not to tease him any further. And you obliged, your hands finding their way to his pants to remove them. You know Kid loves you when he lets you take the lead in intimacy.  - - - You overheard the muffled sounds of discomfort through the walls, Kid's failed attempts to hide the pain evident. You walked into the room without bothering to knock, finding Kid deep in discomfort, with his expression revealing more than he intended. Concerned, you asked, “Hey, are you okay?” only to receive a gruff response, “Yeah, I'm fine.”

You sighed, not buying his act. "You're not a good liar, especially when your face looks like that and you sound like you're about to kill anyone that speaks to you," you retort, walking over to him. You placed your hands on his stump, and he pulled away just as quickly.

"What the hell are you doing?" he questioned, cautiously.

"Let me help you," you insisted, placing your hands on his stump once more. This time, he did not pull away. You carefully unwrapped the bandages and a small sigh of relief escaped him as the compression was released. "Where does it hurt?" you asked, your fingers lightly tracing over the flesh. 

He hissed and gritted his teeth, responding with, "Everywhere. Feels like it's still there."

"Phantom limb pain?" you asked.

He hummed in acknowledgment, and you nodded, understanding the source of his discomfort.

As you traced your fingers over his stump, searching for the spots that caused him pain, you could feel the tension slowly fading. Kid still eyed you cautiously, but there was a hint of gratitude in his gaze. 

Finding a particularly tender area, you applied gentle pressure, pulling a low groan from his throat. "Easy there," he grumbled, but you could sense the bit of relaxation behind the harsh tone. You continued, your fingers working to massage the area with a slow and gentle touch.

The room fell quiet, with the silence broken by the occasional grunts and the sound of your hands massaging the shape of where his arm used to be. Kid's shoulders, which were initially tense, began to ease. The scowl on his face softened, replaced by a face of complete and utter relaxation.

"Better?" you asked, your fingers slowing their movements.

He let out a sigh. "Yeah, feels nice…" he admitted.

You pulled back, giving him a kiss on his cheek before returning to what you were doing before. Since that moment, you found yourself helping him out with these uncomfortable states quite often. You are the only one he seems to trust to do such things. You know Kid loves you when he lets you help him in a vulnerable state. - - - All days concluded in the same way: you wrapped in Kid's large arms, his kisses covering every part of your body—a show of pure affection. In a world that thrives on chaos and where tomorrow is uncertain, cuddling with him like this became a comforting constant in your lives. 

“Why do you always have to be so damn cuddly?” he grumbled playfully, his lips curving into a smirk as he planted another kiss on your cheek. His actions, contradicting his words, revealed a vulnerability that only surfaces in these moments

You adjusted in his arms, meeting his gaze with a teasing glint in your eyes. “Maybe I just can’t resist your charm,” you countered. He scoffed, maintaining his tough exterior, yet his tightened grip around you silently conveys that he loves the affection just as much as you do. Kid’s fingers traced absent-minded shapes and patterns on your skin, a gentle touch that only you got to feel.

These nights naturally progressed into whispered conversations between the two of you. You find yourselves opening up about thoughts and fears, sharing vulnerabilities that he only entrusted to you. As you both drifted into sleep, his hold remained tight on you, keeping you close and secure throughout the night. You know Kid loves you when you become an anchor in his life.

[alwayssassydreamer]

Quiet Attraction

A/N: someone but i forgot who requested that and i couldn’t find the request anymore only saved it as a draft so sorry to whoever asked for this 🙈 but i hope you like it; sorry for the horrible title I'm soooo bad at that

Summary: you are part of the Kid pirates and in an confusing relationship or not relationship with your captain and during one night at a tavern a drunk bothers you much to Kid's disliking

Warnings: shy!Reader, possessive Kid, violence, Kid being a little mean, not proofread

Characters: Kid x Gn!Reader

You never quite knew where you stood with Kid.

You were part of his crew, but unlike the others who thrived on chaos you were quiet, withdrawn, a stark contrast to the brutality of the Kid Pirates. You weren’t weak, but you weren’t loud. You kept to yourself, avoided unnecessary conflict, and while you could hold your own in a fight, you didn’t enjoy it the way the others did.

And yet, despite your quiet nature, Kid never let you stray too far.

You weren’t sure if that was a good thing.

Tonight was proof of that.

The tavern was loud, filled with the roaring laughter of pirates and the heavy stench of alcohol, sweat, and gunpowder. You weren’t comfortable here - not with so many unfamiliar faces, so many prying eyes. You had tried to stick close to Killer and Heat, but at some point, the crowd swallowed you up, leaving you stranded in the chaos.

That’s when the man found you.

He was drunk, broad-shouldered, and reeking of booze. You didn’t know his name, didn’t care to, but the way he cornered you against the bar made your stomach churn.

"Didn’t expect to see someone like you with that lot," he sneered, leering down at you. "Too soft. Too quiet. Bet you only keep your spot by spreading your legs, huh?"

Your throat tightened.

You took a step back, but he followed, his presence suffocating.

"Come on," he slurred, grinning as he grabbed your wrist, his grip iron-tight. "Bet you’re real sweet when you—"

"Let go," you said, voice trembling despite yourself.

He didn’t listen.

Instead, he yanked you closer, his breath hot and rancid against your skin.

"You hear me, little whore?" he taunted, fingers digging into your arm. "I bet I could—"

A blur of movement. A shift in the air.

Then, the sickening crunch of bone.

The man barely had time to react before he was slammed into the wall, a metal hand crushing his throat.

Your breath hitched.

Kid.

The tavern went silent.

Kid’s mechanical fingers tightened around the man’s throat, his grin sharp and dangerous.

"You really shouldn’t have said that," he growled, his voice dripping with barely restrained fury.

The man choked, his eyes wide with terror.

Kid leaned in, his grin widening into something menacing. "Beg."

The word slithered through the air, heavy with sadistic amusement.

The man’s mouth opened, but before he could get a sound out, Kid slammed him into the ground. The floorboards cracked under the force, the man sputtering and gasping for breath.

Kid stood over him, eyes dark with something twisted.

"You think you’re tough?" Kid sneered. "Picking on someone who wasn’t even fighting back?" He tilted his head, almost mockingly. "Let’s see how tough you really are."

The metal of his prosthetic groaned as he clenched his fist.

And then he started swinging.

You could only watch as Kid beat the man into the floor, the crowd too afraid to interfere, too frozen in place to stop him. The sounds of flesh meeting metal, of bones cracking under sheer force, filled the tavern.

The man didn’t even scream—he couldn’t.

By the time Kid was done, there was barely anything left of the bastard’s face.

The tavern remained eerily silent as Kid slowly pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shoulders like he had just finished a mild workout.

Then, crimson eyes locked onto you.

You shivered, but not from fear.

His gaze was intense, burning with something unreadable. Possessive.

Kid stepped forward, closing the distance between you in seconds. His presence was suffocating, overwhelming, but not in the same way the other man’s had been.

"You good?"

Your lips parted, but words failed you. You weren’t sure how to respond, weren’t sure what you felt in that moment.

So you nodded.

Kid scoffed. Then, without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him.

Your heart pounded as your face met his chest, his arm curling around your waist in a silent claim. He smelled like metal, salt, and blood- an intoxicating mix of danger and power.

"You don’t let weaklings like that touch you," he muttered, voice low and rough. "Next time, break his fucking nose."

Your breath hitched.

And then, his grip tightened, his voice dipping into something dark, something possessive.

"No one touches what’s mine."

Your stomach twisted, heat flooding your skin.

He hadn’t said it before- had never outright claimed you. But now, standing here, feeling his body against yours, hearing those words fall from his lips…

Your breath was uneven, your body still trembling from the rush of adrenaline. The tavern had gone eerily quiet, the weight of Kid’s words hanging thick in the air.

"No one touches what’s mine."

The declaration sent a shiver down your spine, though whether it was fear or something else, you couldn��t tell.

Kid’s grip on you didn’t ease. His arm remained firm around your waist, pressing you flush against his broad chest. His warmth seeped into you, the scent of blood and smoke clinging to him like a second skin. He was suffocating, intense in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.

You swallowed hard, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His crimson eyes burned, still dark with lingering rage, his expression unreadable.

"Kid," you whispered, unsure of what you were even trying to say.

His jaw tightened, and without another word, he turned on his heel, dragging you with him.

You barely had time to register what was happening before you were being pulled out of the tavern, the crowd parting like the Red Sea to let him pass. No one dared to speak. No one dared to stop him.

Kid didn’t stop until you were outside, the salty night air rushing to meet you. The noise of the tavern faded into the background, leaving only the distant crash of waves and the faint hum of the Red Force docked nearby.

His grip on your wrist didn’t loosen.

He was holding onto you like you might slip away if he let go.

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

"Kid—"

"Shut up."

Your breath hitched at the command, your lips parting slightly.

He wasn’t looking at you. Not directly.

His head was tilted down, his grip flexing and tightening as if he was trying to ground himself. The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating, until finally, he spoke again.

"You’re fucking stupid."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

His head snapped up, eyes blazing.

"Why didn’t you fight back?" His voice was sharp, cutting. "Why the fuck did you just stand there and let that piece of shit put his hands on you?"

Your stomach twisted. "I—I tried—"

"Bullshit."

You flinched at the venom in his tone.

"You’re on my crew," Kid growled, taking a step closer. "You’ve seen what happens when people fuck with us. When people fuck with me."

His fingers tightened around your wrist, not enough to hurt, but enough to make his point clear.

"You’re not some helpless little bitch. So why the fuck did you let it happen?"

Shame burned in your chest.

You had frozen. You hadn’t meant to, but the moment the man had grabbed you, your body had locked up, your mind going blank. You weren’t weak, but you also weren’t like the others. You weren’t bloodthirsty. You weren’t violent. You fought when necessary, but you didn’t thrive in it the way Kid and the rest of the crew did.

And right now, standing before him, you could see it in his face, he didn’t understand that.

Kid’s world was one where power ruled, where violence was survival, where hesitating for even a second could mean death.

To him, your inaction was unforgivable.

Your throat felt tight. "I didn’t mean to—"

"I don’t give a shit what you meant to do."

Your breath hitched as he suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"You don’t get to be weak," he muttered, voice low and dangerous. "Not when you’re mine."

That word again.

"Mine."

Something twisted inside you.

His grip was firm but not painful, his fingers warm against your skin. He was still angry, you could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his breathing was uneven but there was something else in his gaze now. Something dark. Something hungry.

The moment stretched between you, thick with tension, your heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it.

"Kid…" You weren’t sure what you were trying to say, but his name slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

His eyes flickered.

Then, without warning, his lips crashed against yours.

You gasped, your body freezing for a split second before your instincts caught up. His kiss was rough, messy, all teeth and heat and desperation. There was nothing soft about it, just raw possession, just the overwhelming force of him staking his claim.

You barely had time to react before his hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss with an intensity that left you breathless.

Your hands fisted in his coat, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was heavy, his forehead resting against yours.

His grip on your waist tightened, as if daring you to pull away.

"You don’t get to be weak," he muttered again, his voice a low growl against your lips.

You swallowed, your body trembling, your mind spinning.

"You will fight back next time," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your skin. "Because if you don’t—"

His grip flexed, his smirk sharp and dangerous.

"I’ll be fucking teaching you how to."

Your breathing was uneven, your body still pressed against his. Kid's words echoed in your mind, sinking deep into your bones.

"You will fight back next time… Because if you don’t, I’ll be fucking teaching you how to."

You didn’t know if it was a warning or a promise.

Your lips were swollen from his kiss, your pulse erratic. His forehead was still resting against yours, his grip tight, grounding you in place.

"You’re trembling," he muttered, voice low.

You weren’t sure if it was from fear, adrenaline, or something else.

"I…" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

His fingers curled against the back of your neck, his touch hot against your skin. "You’re not afraid of me, are you?"

You swallowed.

Were you?

Kid was dangerous. That much was obvious. He was violent, unpredictable, and filled with raw, unrelenting rage. He had just beaten a man to near death for touching you.

But the fear you should have felt never fully settled.

Because underneath the brutality, underneath the chaos, there was something else.

Possession.

And that was even more terrifying.

His red eyes burned into you, waiting for an answer.

You hesitated, then slowly shook your head.

His smirk was sharp, satisfied. "Good."

His thumb brushed over your jaw, slow, deliberate. The way he touched you was different from how he fought no reckless, mindless violence. Just control. Complete control.

And it made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t want to think about.

You swallowed hard, breaking the heavy silence. "Are… are you mad at me?"

Kid scoffed. "Fucking pissed."

You winced, but he wasn’t finished.

"You froze up. Let some piece of shit get in your face like you were nothing." His grip on you tightened slightly. "I don’t fucking like that."

Your breath hitched.

His lips brushed against your ear, his voice a low growl.

"You don’t get to be nothing when you belong to me."

The words sent a shock through you, heat pooling deep in your stomach.

You hated how much they affected you.

Kid pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark and unreadable. His fingers traced over your pulse, feeling how fast it was beating beneath his touch.

"You don’t even fucking get it, do you?" he muttered.

Your brows furrowed. "Get what?"

Kid exhaled sharply, almost frustrated. "You think I do this for fun?"

Your silence was enough of an answer.

He let out a rough laugh, shaking his head. "You really don’t get it." His eyes flickered with something almost dangerous. "You’re mine. And I won't stand by and see someone insult or touch what's mine."

The words settled deep in your chest, and something inside you clenched.

You should have been scared.

You should have pulled away.

But you didn’t.

Because as twisted as it was, as wrong as it was—

You didn’t want him to let go.

And when his grip tightened around you, dragging you back into his gravity, you knew - he had no intention of ever letting you go.

Your heart was a chaotic rhythm in your chest, pounding so hard you thought he could hear it. Kid’s grip was unrelenting, his body heat bleeding into you, branding you with something unspoken.

"You’re mine."

The words echoed in your mind, twisting around your thoughts like chains you weren’t sure you wanted to break free from.

The night air was thick between you, charged with something raw and dangerous. Your fingers twitched at your sides, unsure of what to do, unsure of how to react.

You weren’t used to this kind of attention.

You weren’t used to him looking at you like this.

"Say something," he muttered, voice low, eyes locked onto you like a predator waiting for its prey to move.

You swallowed hard. "I don’t… I don’t know what to say."

Kid scoffed, tilting his head, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. "That’s new. You usually just keep your mouth shut and stay the fuck out of the way."

You flinched, his words cutting deep, but he wasn’t wrong. You’d always been the quiet one among his crew. The one who never got in the way, never made waves. You weren’t like Killer, or Heat and Wire, who could deal with and thrive in the chaos Kid created. You were just… there.

Until now.

Until some lowlife scum forced you into the center of it.

Until Kid had to step in - had to claim you in a way that left no room for doubt.

"I don’t like when people touch my things," Kid continued, his voice sharp, his fingers tightening on your wrist. "And I really don’t like when they think they can take something that belongs to me."

You should have told him you didn’t belong to him.

You should have pulled away, put distance between you.

But your body betrayed you, feet rooted to the ground, pulse hammering with something that wasn’t quite fear, wasn’t quite excitement, just something that made it impossible to walk away.

"You don’t even realize how fucking easy you are to read." His voice was lower now, almost mocking.

Your brows furrowed. "What?"

Kid leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You think you hide it so well—how you look at me when you think I don’t notice."

Your breath hitched.

He chuckled, dark and amused. "You like this, don’t you?"

Your fingers curled into fists, your entire body tensing. "That’s not—"

"Bullshit." Kid’s grip moved from your wrist to your chin, tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with something dangerous, something possessive. "You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t want this."

You wanted to deny it.

You should have denied it.

But the words lodged in your throat, refusing to come out.

Because he was right.

You should have pushed him away.

You should have fought back.

But instead, you were standing there, letting him devour you with his gaze, letting his presence swallow you whole.

"Yeah," Kid muttered, a smug smirk curling on his lips. "That’s what I fucking thought."

Your cheeks burned, but it wasn’t just embarrassment, it was something more.

A twisted, undeniable truth you could no longer ignore.

You were already his.

And you had been for a long, long time.