#mr. kidd

[milton-dammers]

✨️🧨▪️Mr. Wint and Mr. Kidd ▪️🧨✨️

[girlwiththenegantattoo]

[agirlinherhead]

Room Three

Mr. Kidd X OFC

NSFW 2.7k

Sometimes, you get what you get.

"That sure is a fancy hat. Very dashing." She runs a finger along the brim and she can see the twitch of his own fingers, a muted attempt to reach out and perhaps snatch it away.

"You know a lot about hats?"

"No sir, but I know someone tryna' look fancy when I see it."

Yes. Yes I did. Happy Holidays 'fam.

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

john tyler or martin kidd wip snippet i beg of theeeeeeeeeeeeeee

@madsmilfelsen !!!

Thanks for the ask, beloved!

So since I've already posted little snippets of my two JT fics here and here, I'll give you an snippet from the draft of my Mr. Kidd fic!!!

Here it goes! I hope you like!

The tray was steady in her hands as she started up the stairs. Dolores had already taken care of most of the mess, except for the man passed out in her waiting room, flushed face and shiny bald head, it would be difficult to drag him up the stairs.

The corridors at that hour were still dark, she still hadn't had enough time to light the candlesticks. But stumbling around in the dark became the least of her worries when she heard, reverberating off the hallway walls, the sighs of a couple. Stopping her pace, Alma stiffened her posture. It was common for some guests to end up violating the nocturnal company rule at the inn, but normally they tried to be discreet, but this wasn't it.

She started walking again, her eyes meeting the shaft of light that was seeping through a gap in one of the rooms, no, not one of the rooms, his room. Alma didn't consider herself a prude, but she felt her face heat up as her eyes caught a glimpse of the mirror of the room number seven. The reflection was clear, the bedroom lights all on casting shadows across the face of one of the Saloon girls. The snapping of flesh against flesh, the grunts and loud moans pierced her ears. What she happened to see made her grip the sides of the wooden tray with such force that it almost made it squeak.

He had his white shirt and gray tailored vest open, his sleeves rolled up at his elbows, his sweaty chest exposing muscles taut with exertion, he had a tight grip on the girl's ample hips, a single-handed grip on the back of her neck. Alma gasped as he caught her gaze, fixed on her reflection in the mirror, only a beam of light illuminating her face. The young chambermaid did not realize that she was admiring his voracious countenance, but he did, and he gave her a condescending smirk with that. Dark thick brows drawn together in concentration, lips parted, smeared with whore's rouge, black curls disheveled and damp with sweat sticking to his forehead, falling before his eyes. Kidd held her gaze, the thrusts of his hips becoming harder, his brown orbs so dark that Alma couldn't help but think for a second that he wasn't a man, but a demon.

[mona-the-monkey]

Wint: "The scorpion."

Kidd: "Mother nature's finest killer, Mr. Wint."

Wint: "One is never too old to learn from a master, Mr. Kidd."

[milton-dammers]

Diamonds Are Forever (1971) Mr. Wint and Mr. Kidd

[girlwiththenegantattoo]

Photo by @hamishlinklaters

So this is complete filth. I literally wrote this within an hour and posted from my phone so as usual there will probably be mistakes.

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving) and Mr. Kidd's foul mouth.

@plainlo-inthemorning

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It was the heavy footsteps on old creaking floor board that caused you to tense your shoulders. Usually you could hear him arrive before he even stepped foot into your tiny dwelling. Today you had no such luck. The first time he laid eyes on you was in the near by saloon. He sat in the back as he flipped through the pages of a small book. They all warned you about the man he was. A frequent at the brothels and his ways of making money being less then honest. However, from where he sat, well dressed in a grey suit and the same color vest, it was hard not to be intrigued.

You continued to wash your dishes when the small wooden chair behind you groaned. The chair wasn't a very sturdy piece of furniture and seeing a 6'4 man like Mr Kidd sit in it made it look like a child's size seat. It was the loud thump of his cane that made you jump, finally putting a stop to your poor attempts of avoiding him. "I do so much for you and you can't even stop to greet me?" Oh. He was mad today, there'd be no sense in making it worse. Reluctantly turning around you kept your hands at your side knowing good and well what crossed arms would get you. Mr Kidd must of left his jacket in the other room for all he had on was his grey vest and a white button up shirt, sleeves now rolled up to his elbows.

He wore his brown gambler hat, that damn hat that looked so good atop his head and went all too well with his smug looking face. You always thought the cross pin on his center scarf was a bit much considering the man he was but, it did pull his whole look together well. "I apologize, I was merely just trying to finish the dishes." You replied not daring to look at him while you spoke. Eye contact and sure words only meant a fight with him. "How about you take a break from that and be of service to me now." The side of his mustache twitched up with a smile as he found the whole situation to be amusing.

You took the few step across the room to stand in front of him then trying to ignore the way he hungrily looked over your form. Running his cane up from under your dress and against your leg he cocked his head to the side. "It's been awhile since I've been around. I bet you missed me. Missed the way I make you feel." The fabric of the front of your dress began to bunch up over the wooden cane as it continued its path upwards. By the time it made contact with your center you jumped, eyes going wide. It hadn't hurt per say but it was a new sensation altogether. "Only I can make you feel good hmm? Only me." It was a statement but Mr Kidd still wanted to hear you say it. He now was moving the cane in a back a forth motion putting the perfect amount of pressure on your core and you should of known. Known that just when everything starts to tingle and it's just right there, he stopped completely. Leaving you out of breath and desperate with want.

He chuckles then as if your discomfort is his pleasure. "Oh, you thought that I'd let you come. After that little stint you just pulled?" Removing the cane he stood it between his legs and placed both hands on the top. "I want you to go to the bedroom and get undressed. I've had a particularly loonngg week so don't keep me waiting." That's when Mr Kidd gestured down the hall to where your room was.

Like many nights, he made you divest him of all of his cloths, neatly folding each item and placing them on top of the dresser. It never failed that he was rock hard by the time the final piece came off. Big hands would hold your head while you worked his cock with your mouth, sometimes even holding it still as he thrust his hips and did all the work. You used to think that it was just his word but the sounds of your gags seemed to rile him up the most. "Look at you. Down on your knee where you belong." His words stings your ears but send a jolt to your core. Ever since you known the man his stamina has been impossible high, tonight was no different. Pulling you off of him, a string of your saliva stretches from him surprisingly far. "Get on the bed on you hands and knees."

Massive hands roam the expanse of your back as you try not to arch into his touch. A firm smack to you ass had made you jump when he snaked an arm underneath you and pulled you up so your back met his warm chest. "I've been feeling pretty generous today so I just may let you come."

His first thrust was unexpected and you were thankful that he gave you a moment to adjust. "Mmm did you get this wet all from sucking my dick?" Running his fingers over pert nipples, pinching and tugging, he then draws his hips back while moving his lips to your neck. As desperately hard as you try to speak the only thing you can do is moan, "mhmmm." He pulls out and completely still then, a low growl is the only thing that follows.

Your body aches now as his hands move to you stomach and no further, leaving you empty and severely missing his touch. "Yes! Yes I get wet from sucking your cock." You all but screamed the words, not having time to be embarrassed, he thrust back into you. With the soft scratches of his mustache on the delicate skin of your shoulder, you started to finally believe he was feeling generous that night. His normally, degrading words turned inquisitive while still having a stern affect. He touched you in all the places that made you tremble and held you tightly through it all.

"Im going to ask you one more time," he finally whispered in your ear, knowing that you were dangerously close. "Who makes you feel this good, who?!" The presence of his fingers on your clit and the newly brutal pace of his hips was all it took. Head thrown back and hands grabbing his hamstring from behind you, you let out a cry. "You. You make me feel this good only you."

[thebrownees]

Diamonds are Forever (1971) Queer Film (C)

DIRECTOR: Guy Hamilton MR. WINT and MR. KIDD In Diamonds Are Forever (1971), Mr. Wint (Bruce Glover, father of Crispin) and Mr. Kidd (noted American Jazz bassist Putter Smith) are the American hitmen quietly cleaning up Ernst Stavro Blofeld’s (Charles Gray) diamond-smuggling pipeline—though, tellingly, they are never once shown in his presence. Their assignment is simple and brutal: erase every…

Diamonds are Forever (1971) Queer Film (C)