#eustass captain kidd

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Glup shitto crew my beloved

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Clingy out of nowhere (drabbles)

- ❝you don’t usually initiate touch and intimacy, and you certainly aren’t the clingy type. until today that is. And he’s caught off guard.❞

⤷ Pt 1 જ⁀➴ ⤷ Pt 2 જ⁀➴

˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: fluff, sweet like a cupcake, suggestive themes; SFW. Reader is she/her 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 400 per seperate fic (roughly)

₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Sabo, Donquixote Rosinante "Corazon", Buggy the Clown, Eustass "Captain" Kid, Aokiji Kuzan (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)

❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: requested part 3 with Buggy and Cora is finally here, sorry for the wait >.<' ❞

Sabo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Sabo was training alone, just some simple combat moves — shirtless and sweaty. Blonde hair sticking to his face as he moves across the field.

He was heaving at the end of it, wiping his chin, and just when his little break was over, he spots you from the corner of his eye.

Sabo instantly brightens up at the sight of you, grinning and hand going up to wave you over but before he knew it—you were already half way closer, and when he blinks—you’re plunging into his chest.

Arms slung over his shoulders, as you practically anchor him into an embrace.

He didn’t even have the chance to comprehend the gesture before he feels your lips on his neck.

Making him flinch, grabbing onto your shoulders and just stares at you dumbfounded.

“Woah now, what’s all this? You okay—”

You blink. Then you tiptoe up and kiss his cheek.

Sabo doesn’t move. He just shuts up as you grab his face, kiss the corner of his lip, chin, jaw, his brows and eyelids—everywhere and anywhere, you attack him with your kisses.

Lipstick marks all over his face.

And he just stares like an idiot when you finish.

Your face all shy and grinning, grabbing his hands into yours, bringing them to your chest.

“Sabo.”

“Y-yeah..?”

He just keeps staring, neck going red.

“Don’t you want to kiss me back?”

Sabo blinks. Lips parting. “I—”

What is going? Did someone take over your body? And why are you extra pretty today? Something isn’t right here, but that spare second of assessment, that delay in an answer makes you frown. Letting go of his hands, moving away.

“Too late. I’m out. Have fun training alone, buddy—”

He catches your wrist, and hauls you right back in.

Hands going on the small of your back, bringing you closer to him.

Your legs all intertwined, your chests pressed into one another as he makes you look at him.

He leans in, just enough to catch the warmth of his breath on your face, his forehead grazing yours. And your cheeks burn at the sight of him.

He’s grinning sly and mean—and when Sabo gets like that—you can’t help but go completely dumb in the head.

“Want me to kiss you? Yeah? If you want it so badly then tell me why you’re all clingy today.” His lips inches near yours, but they never land—and you feel how he squeezes you up into him by the ass.

You tiptoe in for the kiss but Sabo keeps moving away, not fully, but just enough to tease.

“Sabo—”

“Tell me.”

And you hitch your breath when you feel his crotch.

What a mean jerk.

You pout. “Cause’ I missed you, that’s all.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

And he smiles, all boyish and teasing.

“I missed’ you too.” And he’ll show you that, by pressing his mouth onto yours, lips mushing into one another and you smile into it.

He has one hand on your back, the other in your hair. Tilting you deeper into kiss.

Congrats. You’re not leaving the training grounds any time soon.

Donquixote Rosinante "Corazon" 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Corazon was sizzling some veggies by the stove. Pink apron tied around his waist as he fixes today’s dinner for both of you.

And he hears the kitchen door creak open.

“Soon love, I’ll just sauté these and then dinner will be—”

You wrap your arms around his waist, lean your face against his spine.

And he halts.

Breath caught in his ribs as he watches the vegetables turn toast.

“Er…” Corazon looks over his shoulder, where he’ll find you rubbing your cheek against his back. Small and little compared to him.

“Is everythin’ okay? Did something happen—”

You press your face harder against him and he turns rigid. Back arching.

He turns the stove off.

Slowly, awkwardly, he goes to face you and you just leech right back onto him. Face buried into his abs, taking in the scent of him.

You look up, face all mushed into him and he turns bright pink at the sight of your face.

Damn. Okay. You’re pretty, too pretty.

It’s turning him stupid.

“Cora…” You mumble out, fisting his shirt.

“Y-yeah? What is it gorgeous?”

“Why aren’t you touching me?”

And he blinks. He didn’t even notice it but his hands are hovering above your hips.

Too flustered to know where to place them.

“Y-you want me too—?”

You frown. And he presses his lips, swallowing.

What a stupid question.

Of course you want him to touch you.

Corazon places his large hands on your hips, and you press yourself closer to him.

His thigh going inbetween yours and you hear him hold in a whine when you kiss chest, lean your cheek against his ribs.

“Is it okay if we eat later? I want to feel you just a bit longer.”

At that, his shoulders slumps.

Chuckling just a little, before easing into you.

“Yes. Anything you want, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

Buggy the Clown 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

The so called Genius Jester is slumped over his sofa, circling his wine goblet as he grumbles, “Stupid-crocodile-smug-looking-bastard” (or something to that affect) and that’s how you’ll find him.

He doesn’t shift his head, just from your footsteps alone he knows it’s his gorgeous, majestic, piece of honeycakes walking in.

And he thinks you’re here to scold him too, his chin sinking.

“If you’re here to to call me dumb and lazy and annoying as well, then I—”

Your steps are fast, hard—plunging against the floor boards as you cast yourself over his shoulders. Face pressed into his spine and Buggy, freezes.

You snuggle your face in between his shoulder blades.

Rubbing. Pressing.

Taking in his scent… he smells like cake. And sprinkles. And just a little bit of canon fodder.

You want more of it, more of him.

And Buggy blinks. Twice. Before glancing to you.

“Er… did I…. uh… Is this a test?… Are you mad—”

“Buggy.” You hum, your voice hot against his spine, and just when he’s about to answer, do you kiss his back. Trailing kisses all over him and you feel a shiver running down his skin before you make it to the nape of his neck.

Your breath warm, turning him flushed. “I missed you Bug’, I missed you so much.”

He flinches. Breath caught.

Is this a seduction tactic? Or a trap? Whatever it is, it’s making him go stupidly red, face steaming even.

You lean in from behind, your lips skimming over his earlobe.

“Do you miss me, Buggy?”

“I…Uh…. I— yeah! I mean, of course I do!” He stammers out, shifting his head to you, his red nose grazing yours, meeting your smile. And he combusts.

Melting like an ice cone in desert heat.

“B-but where is this coming from, gem? You’re suddenly all over me—WHICH I LOVE—but erm… y’know.”

You only hum in response, manoeuvring into the sofa, and in between his legs. Nestling yourself right above his lap, face into his neck.

“I just want to be near you, just this once, please?”

His throat is flaring fire against your cheek, you even hear his heart drum from underneath.

And you resist not teasing him for it.

Instead you grab onto his chest, fisting his clothes and relax into his warmth.

And slowly, carefully, his hands makes it to your back, pressing you closer to him.

Placing his chin above your head.

“Sure….I wouldn’t mind if you missed me more often gem.” He mumbles, and you kiss his neck. Just a little.

Yeah, this is going to be a loooong night for both of you.

Eustass "Captain" Kid 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Kid was polishing up some gear — adjusting, fixing, and screwdriver in hand.

That’s how you will find him, cross legged and posture bent.

He doesn’t even turn to face you when he hears you trudge inside.

“Tch, better not be here to nag about snacks, cause I ain’t budgin’ till I got this fixed—” he freezes, screwdriver screeching against metal when he feels your chest slumped over his enormous back. He’s rigid beneath you. Hard. Stiff. As if unable to breathe.

And you lean your cheek against his shoulder blade, hands travelling up his chest—feeling him, touching and caressing him. His warmth radiating into your chest, and you cling onto him harder.

“Oi.”

You nestle your face into his back.

“Oi.”

You rub your cheek against him.

“Oi…”

You place a kiss on the back of his biceps and he flinches, snapping his gaze onto you.

Face burning, cheeks all pink and flustered and you try not to laugh.

“What’s gotten into ya!?” He practically yells out, “You think you’re going to get snacks by actin’ like a little kitten; you’re wrong—”

You lean in, and shut him up with a kiss on the cheek.

And that’s what you do.

You kiss, kiss, kiss and kiss him all over the face until you’ve stunned the vocab out of him.

Your hands are still pressed on his pecs, breasts still pushed against his spine and he goes completely steam red.

“Baby,” you hum and your voice is low, almost pleading, and it makes him tense. Warmth forming up his chest. “I missed you. I missed you so much today.” You bury your cheek against his sturdy shoulder, eyes closing. “I want to be near you, is that okay?” You look up, “Or are you too busy?”

And your angry oversized tomato just stares, teeth gritted and cheeks all flushed. His ears too.

Kid clicks his tongue, “Whatever. Do as you please.”

He says that, but his posture eases, shoulders slumps and his heart beating a little bit too fast for his liking.

He won’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind it if you missed him a little bit more often.

Aokiji Kuzan 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Kuzan was napping.

Snoring on the sofa to be exact.

It was dead in the night when you tiptoed in. Blanket wrapped around you like a warm fuzzy burrito, in search for cuddles.

“Kuzan?”

No response. Just a snore. And you inch near.

He has a sleep mask on, and his hands are folded over his chest. Chest going up… then down.

You press your lips, manoeuvring above him. Placing your ear where his heart sits, and when you sink your weight into him, only then do you hear the snoot bubble pop.

Hand going to his sleep mask, making a small gap with his thumb to take a peek and when he sees you? He blinks himself awake.

“Oh?” Kuzan tries to sit himself up but when you lock your thigh around his waist, tight, firm—does he freeze. “This is a first.”

you hum. “Go back to sleep.” And you rub your face into his chest. “I like this spot.”

A sweat droplets makes it to his cheek, a corner of his lip turning up. His large hand placing it above your hair. Slow, faint, as if careful to not provoke your change of mind.

“Everythin’ alright? Nothing’s buggin you?”

You shake your head, looking up to him.

Face all shy and mischievous, making him tense.

And when you lean in, crawling up his abdomen, the grinding of each others bodies forces him still, hands hovering above your ribs as you come closer. Placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Just for tonight, Kuzan’, just for tonight—so enjoy it.” There is a giggle in your tone, a tease almost, and you sink back down. Head nested in the crook of his neck and Kuzan lets out a scoff.

Easing back into the sofa, larger hands landing on your back.

Bringing you close.

“Since you insist then,” he cups your head. His finger drawing slow, faint caresses over your back. Kissing the top of your head. “don’t mind me.”

You two lay like that till morning comes, calm, safe — lousing. And maybe, just maybe, when his most lonesome hours hits—he’ll think of this moment, of you, and the warmth of your chest.

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more dumps lol

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wano doodles!!

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warmup dump

[eustasskidagenda]

can you make a little smut hc for Kid, Katakuri, Bartolomeo when their s/o in bed is being extremely obedient and submissive but they suddenly cup their face and kisses them and praises them sweetly and so innocently how would the boys react? (separately of course)

Here we go! I hope you'll enjoy the result, thank you for requesting!☆

☆Kid, Katakuri & Bartolomeo with a sub s/o taking initiative

CW gn!reader, nsfw, MDNI, sub!reader, specific CW are listed under each characters

WC : 1,3k

Kid

CW : praise, rough sex, Kid is kind of… cute?

Kid is always in charge in the bedroom. Manhandling you. Commanding you. Ordering you around. If he says “on all fours”, you obey. If he shows you the floor with one finger, you kneel. When he orders “open your mouth” you comply and let him fuck your mouth. And when he grunts “swallow”, you swallow his thick cum, each single drop.

And you’re totally fine with this. Because you've never been someone who likes taking initiative in bed. What you enjoy is to submit and obey, to indulge in a moment where you can rely on someone else. 

So today is a day like all the others. It started with his eyes darkening with desire, and then, he ordered you to take off all your clothes and to lay on the bed. Then, he pushed down his pants and underwear in one go, his hard, thick cock springing free. The whole time, he watched you, waiting for him like a good little sub. He said “spread your legs for me” and you obeyed. 

Now, he’s caging you in with his muscular arms, grinding against you, letting you feel his hardness. He wants to fuck you. Hard. As always. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin ya now,” he warns, bitting your neck, a little yelp escaping from your lips.

“Always so good for me, mh,” he whispers as you spread your thighs wider to allow his huge body to fit between your legs. You hold onto his shoulders tightly as he drives his cock into you in one deep thrust. His hips slap against yours. Each one of your little noises are music to his ears. “Takin’ me all the way in, my good little sub,” he praises

“Keep makin’ those cute lil noises for me, yes?” He asks, fucking you so hard the bed is creaking loudly. His metallic arm is pinning you so roughly you cannot move, and with his other hand, he grabs your waist firmly to drive himself into you with an animalistic, almost feral pace.

You’re driving him crazy. Taking him so well. Oh, he loves feeling his cock buried balls deep inside of you. The way you open your legs even more for him. He holds you so tightly, you will have bruises on your waist tomorrow, but you don’t mind. Eyes shining with lust, Kid takes a look at his cock sliding in and out, opening you with each thrust. 

And suddenly, you don’t know why, you take an initiative for the first time. It’s sweet. Maybe nothing for others. But for you, it’s a big move. You softly cup Kid’s face, kissing him before whispering to his ears how much you love him and how good he’s making you feel. 

Kid almost freezes and stops his thrusts as he watches you. You never did something like this. Even kisses are always initiated by him. He watches your cute face, his lipstick smeared on your lips, and he catches your bottom lip between his teeth and nearly purrs. “Damn, what was that?” 

Scared you may have done something wrong, you exclaim “I’m sorry!” 

“Shut up”, his words are rough, as always, but there is a rare tenderness in his tone. He releases your lips and slowly returns to his pounding. Slower, but deeper. As he watches your cute face, he snarls. “Fuck, you’re so cute”

He quickly flips you over, burying your face in the pillow and nuzzling his head against your neck, leaving a hickey on it. When his hips start moving again, it’s almost… gentle. Gentle for him. 

“So fuckin’ cute,” he grunts against your skin.

Katakuri

CW : food play, rough sex, praises, size kink 

The Sweet Commander is not really sweet today. Driving himself mercilessly into you. Licking your chest covered with chocolate. It all started with a cute breakfast in bed; he was feeding you with some donuts, and suddenly, he took the last bite and kissed you. Starving for something more than donuts and chocolate. 

The bed is creaking and with each thrust, the plate with the last donuts trembles on the mattress.

His intense gaze locks onto yours; he bites your shoulder, his sharpened teeth making you whine a little. 

“You taste so good. Feel so tight.” He grunts, his huge hands firmly gripping your hips as he maintains control. His fat cock is making you squirm with each thrust and he holds you in place, gentle but always strict. “Take it, sweetie. I love how you squeeze around my cock.” 

He hits deep inside of you. Controlling you. Making you feel so good, you’re almost numb. Whenever he kisses you, you melt inside, the sweet taste of the donuts and chocolate still on Katakuri’s lips. 

You hold onto him, your body jolting with each thrust. It feels like he’s stretching you wide open, filling you up to the brim. “Fuck so tight around me, it’s almost unfair… for you” 

He’s about to grab your legs and put them on his shoulders to fuck you even deeper, but then, his eyebrows furrow. 

You move your arm to grab the last donut and gently lend it to him and he pauses mid-thrust, opening his mouth to take a bite. A low chuckle escapes his lips as he chews the donut, moving slowly inside you. 

“Mh, I don’t know who’s the sweetest. You, or this donut.” 

Blame it on his Haki, but you didn’t catch him by surprise at all. He knew what you were about to do. But you were so cute in his vision, so he just pretended he didn’t see it coming.

Bartolomeo

CW : bitting, slight blood, dirty talk, rough sex, slight soft sex at the end

The brightening sun is illuminating the bedroom and reflecting Bartolomeo’s big septum as he fucks you. Hard. His large, large length stretches you open, just for him. Biting your neck, your shoulders, leaving marks, bruises. Licking the little drops of blood from where he bites too hard. 

You’re here, legs spread wide open with a pillow under your hips to lift them up. Bartolomeo always wants to be deep inside of you; he wants you to feel every single inch of his cock.  He wants to hear the satisfying sound of skin slapping against skin. 

You grab the headboard of the bed because he ordered you to do so and to not let go until he tells you to. And damn, you’re holding onto it like you were holding to your life. 

Bartolomeo hands are gripping your hips tightly, holding you in place for his rough thrusts. “You like that? You like being used hard by me?”

You’re barely able to say “yes” because you can’t even catch your breath with his merciless pounding. “Good. Because I’m gonna fuck you even harder now, better grab the headboard tightly.” 

One of his hands moves from your hips to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult but not impossible. And then he ravages you. “That’s it. Take it deeper. Every. Single. Inch. My lovely little sub.” 

With each thrust, he bites you. Loving the way you scream for him. “So fucking perfect. Taking my cock so well while I choke you.” 

Suddenly, without thinking, you stop holding the headboard and you trace his septum before reaching for his hair. Bartolomeo let go of your throat, surprised, even more when you finally wrap your arms around his neck, holding him tight and whispering to his ears. “Barto… You make me feel so good… I love you.” 

He pauses for a second before lifting himself up slightly to see your face all flushed. You caught him off guard. Now, his heart is pounding for an entirely different reason. “Baby,” he simply says, flushed. 

He leans down and captures your lips in a sudden, deep kiss. When he pulls back, he grabs your chin. “I love how sub you’re. But you’re cute when you’re taking initiative.” 

As his pace slows down, his hips rolling instead of thrusting hard, he wraps his arms around your waist possessively, as if you were his most precious treasure. “Next time baby, I want you to take another initiative. I gonna lie down and you will do all the job. I wanna see you impaling yourself on my cock.”

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Headcanons: Attention Seeking & Clinginess

I'm still getting over things slowly and wanted to do another head canon post and this idea came out of nowhere and went with some characters I haven't written for in a while. Hopefully I'll be back to posting things properly soon. In the meantime I hope you like this entry💕

Zoro ⚔️Before things became officially romantic between you both and Zoro still wished to be near, his actions always appeared to be coincidental. He'd just happen to flop down and nap on the deck when you were already there relaxing. When the ship docked at a new island, it was just luck of the draw he was paired up with you or part of the same group as you to either explore or guard the Sunny. ⚔️Zoro is a man who isn't vocal about wanting your attention even though he wants nothing more than your gaze and focus to be on him. He finds himself physically bristling when he hears the cook loudly call for you across the deck and fawn over you. Even worse is the feeling that twists inside when you respond. It doesn't matter if it's a polite acknowledgement, it's attention on a fool who doesn't deserve it in his opinion. ⚔️It is jealousy that spurns Zoro on for the most part in the beginning, provoking Sanji into fights just before the lovesick cook gets a chance to call to you. It's a win-win situation for Zoro this way. Not only can he take out his frustrations on the source but also if the fight gets noisy enough, he can feel your stare on him. That, he savours because if that's what you're offering him he'll take it. ⚔️In a relationship with him, Zoro still has his guard up, still hides most of his wants from the notice of others. He'll stand close by when he can but for most of the day to day softness, he relies on you to be the instigator. Most of the time it looks like you're the one going to his side to talk while he trains or lie down to nap with him and you're perfectly happy with the arrangement because it gives you reason to tease your boyfriend. ⚔️One afternoon you shift from your position on the deck to the sound of Usopp calling for you to see the fish he reeled in. Before you can sit up Zoro's grip on you tightens, his face a perfect mask and breathing easy. You grin and curl in close when Zoro lolls his head to the side, tucking his chin on top of your head. "If only your enemies could see you now huh?" "Dunno what you're talking about." he huffs out lowly, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he feels you sink deeper into his hold.

Kid ⚙️Bold, brash, loud. Kid thrives off of attention from his crew and any spectators about to see his next stunt. He adores the attention, the newspapers reporting on his gaining momentum as a pirate to take notice of. Every increase of the bounty he deserves just makes his grin spread and desire to keep going burn hotter. When you're there to see all this however? Well that just makes every success taste that much sweeter. ⚙️Because of Kid's nature being so boosted by an audience, you didn't realise straightaway that your focus in particular motivated Kid to really show off and beat his opponents into the ground. You truly thought it was just the flow of things. How were you to know that Kid's slow look to the crew and asking you directly "Are you watching?" was more than just grandstanding? Because in the beginning you were clueless that it was something deeper, something genuine. ⚙️As things progressed into your attraction for your Captain you'd sometimes grow a little bolder and throw Kid a wink just before he launched into his fight. Did you get just a little hopeful that maybe it looked like he put extra force into his attacks for you? Yes. But you told yourself it was just your imagination. At least until you learned the truth and you and Kid finally admitted your feelings for each other. ⚙️He was a menace for attention when he was just your Captain but now that you're together he's on a whole other level. It's no longer making sure you're watching during fights or being near to share a drink and listen to his stories in the middle of a bar. if he decides he hasn't seen enough of you he's acting. ⚙️There have been times you've been in the middle of talking to Killer when Kid has stomped across the deck, hooked his arm around you and carried you away without breaking stride. It doesn't matter how much you tell him it's rude or that you were doing something important, Kid just laughs and throws himself down onto a seat with you tucked in beside him. ⚙️Kid relishes in your undivided attention as you rest against him, your eyes on your face as you smile up at him and absently running your fingers along his arm as you do so. As bold, brash and loud as Kid is, the quiet moments with you and him being your sole focus is his favourite.

Lucci 🐆Being the perfect image of cold aloofness, it can be hard to spot when Lucci wants attention from others. Most of the time he despises the thought of being crowded by those inferior to him, crowded and forced to endure ridiculous conversations. Not only do civilians set his teeth on edge but the fawning lower ranks of the Marines and Cipher Pol do too. With one specific exception that is. You. 🐆A fiercely strong, intelligent, and lethal agent deserving of your rank Lucci first properly took notice of you after you'd been on a couple missions along with others of the organisation. Yes you had the skills and did your role perfectly, what first made Lucci look your way was that you didn't look his. Even when the missions were over and the unit was journeying back with guards lowered, you didn't approach him with gushing compliments and requests to know how to get further in your career. You gave him space and anything you did have to say was kept brief and only about important topics. 🐆Lucci is subtle about how he first seeks your notice. Being a higher rank it's not unusual for him to seek out progress reports on ongoing missions. It just might be that he asks more in depth questions about your current mission than he would compared to other agents. 🐆His other method is when you're using the training room for sparring matches. Because with an opponent as fast and intense as Lucci even if it's just training you can't afford to lose focus and look anywhere else but him. In those sessions Lucci can't help the satisfied smirk when your eyes glint seriously and steel as you look at him. He also can't help but relish the sight when he wins the spars every time. 🐆When you and Lucci do give into your attraction his need for closeness is kept at bay under his strict training and resolve at least until duties are done for the day at Cipher Pol's base. When it's just the two of you Lucci is more relaxed, at least by his standards, especially when sleeping. While you still give him his space and don't lie pressed up against him constantly, his arm will still be draped over you. When you shift in your sleep he'll immediately react, fingers flexing and dragging you back slightly in a silent sign of wanting you close.

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