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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Nine

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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The daisy that Kidd had welded was taunting you from its place on your nightstand. He was right that it’d never wilt but even if it could, the two of you likely wouldn’t last long enough to watch it happen. The cold metal material that comprised its stem and petals was ironic, a sardonic mimicry of what was beginning to feel like a fabricated relationship. You didn’t know what to think anymore, you no longer held distain for Hip’s advice though it could serve you no favors in your current situation. The writing had been on the wall from the night you’d met, the proposition of causal fun should’ve been a glaring red flag but you’d ignored it the same as you had many others.

You’d learned that Kidd was the type of person who could become enamored with someone and play with the idea of a relationship, but he seemed to lack the skills necessary to maintain the relationship once it was started. You assumed that years upon years of hardship and loss had significantly damaged his attachment style, the revelation doing little to help you work through the heavy sense of loss that clouded your psyche. Every day that passed was so dull, you couldn’t wait for them to end once they’d begun. You weren’t even sure how many days it had actually been and you honestly didn’t want to, it didn’t matter anyway.

Your phone was essentially out of commission on account of all the calls and texts that you didn’t have the strength to address. You could only read a few of them every once in a while, his words far too painful to handle. It was obvious when he was drunk or exhausted as what were once carefully selected words would turn into a barrage of mismatched phrases and letters. Killer had even reached out to check on you, he’d always been so kind. Sometimes you didn’t understand how they’d remained friends for so long, Kidd seemed to always be on some level of extreme. You wished you had whatever trait Killer possessed to make Kidd care for him so much, maybe then something meaningful could tether the two of you together.

You flinched upon hearing a car door shut just outside your home, a few short knocks on the door causing your heart to race. You did your best to peer out the window to identify the visitor but the angle made it nearly impossible. As you cracked the door open just a few inches, confusion knitted through your brows. Killer towered over you with his hands tucked in his jeans, alone and carefully considering what he wanted to say.

“I’m sure you’re upset and you don’t have to say anything, just please hear me out.”, he bargained with you.

“Alright.”, you replied after a moment, trusting Killer’s discretion.

“It really wasn’t what it looked like. He royally fucked up, but he did not sleep with her. I don’t know exactly how she ended up in the car with him, but she slept on the couch and he wasn’t interested in her at all. I can promise you that’d he would’ve told me if anything happened and if it had, I wouldn’t be here right now.”, Killer explained, “He woke up the next morning not even really knowing who in the hell she was. He was going to take her home and then come here to talk to you, but you got to the house before he had the chance.”

“He’s had more than once chance at this point.”, you noted, not exactly feeling like the situation was so easily rectified, “Is this something that he always does? If I believe you and go back to him, how long will it be before we’re right back here again?”

“I can’t say that this won’t ever happen again because I don’t know if it will or not. I hope it doesn’t, but Kidd is very temperamental sometimes and you know that just as well as I do.”, Killer replied with a very valid point, “I’ll be honest, I’ve only ever seen him this torn up one other time before… I wouldn’t have wasted your time or mine if I didn’t think it was worth it. He hasn’t slept and he won’t eat, all he does is fuck with shit in the garage all night, works, comes home, and then does it all over again.”

“I don’t know… This has been really hard, Killer. Things will be great for a little while and I’ll think we’re getting somewhere only for him to go off on me or leave me for someone else.”, you let your feelings be known, “I know that I love him, but I also know that I can’t keep doing this.”

“I know and I agree with you entirely, this can’t keep going on.”, Killer validated your understandably difficult position, “I’m asking you, as a friend, please give him a chance to explain himself. This isn’t something that I can fix or help him through, he’s spiraling without you.”

Killer watched you with hopeful eyes as you gave the situation some very intensive thought. To care is a curse and love is a cruel emotion. It’s manipulative, draining, and blinding above all else. It’s so beautiful when it blooms, but it is always met by the most gruesome of ends. Whether or not you still cared for Kidd wasn’t to be questioned, he meant the world to you and that would never change. That sentiment had come back to bite you so many times before but realistically, what more damage could be done?

“I’ll come see him, but I need you to be there.”, you relented as Killer let out a great sigh of relief.

“I’ll be right beside you, whatever you need.”, he patted your shoulder in an attempt to reassure you.

Killer held true to his word, staying at your side and offering as much support as he could in your respective circumstances. He waited patiently on the couch as you dressed yourself and kindly lead the way back to their shared home for you to follow. Kidd hadn’t noticed the two of you pull up and certainly couldn’t hear the slamming of car doors on account of the very heavy music that was blaring from the garage. The door was raised just enough for him to be able to walk out if needed, his bare and sweat-soaked back facing you as he leant over the engine bay of a worn vehicle. You stood just outside the door beside Killer, you couldn’t bring yourself to approach him and instead waited for him to notice the two of you.

After a few minutes had passed, he stood to retrieve a tool from his workbench. As he turned to resume tinkering, he caught sight of you and froze. His expression was facetious, not at all amusing but irrevocably indicative of how much he’d been struggling with all of this. There was no signature eyeliner or lipstick to speak of, only sunken eyes and dark circles in their wake. Trying to recollect himself, Kidd moved to turn the music down while Killer made his way to sit on their porch. He was close enough to intervene if things went sideways, but far enough to allow for some privacy.

You didn’t know what to say and it seemed like he didn’t either, the silence between the two of you growing rather awkward. Kidd looked totally defeated and while he was in the wrong, it wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed seeing. It felt like you could say anything and ruin him permanently if you really wanted to. Just as you felt doubt begin to chip away at your presence in the moment, Kidd extended his arms to you and gave you an optimistic look. Nearly all of your reservations faltered as you walked into his embrace, immediately being lifted off your feet and held as close to him as possible. His dampened forehead pressed against your neck as he folded himself around you. His grip was tight and as though he’d loose something precious if he ever let go.

“(Y/N), I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am.”, he spoke against your skin, “I promise you that nothing happened. I wanted to get the fuck out of there and when she asked me for a ride home, I guess I brought her here. She slept on the couch and I was about to actually take her home when you pulled in.”

“That’s only one small part of the much bigger problem, Kidd. You left me alone at a party full of people that I don’t really know and then you brought someone else home, only for me to find the two of you together the next day.”, you kept your voice low as to not escalate the situation, still stern enough to convey your point, “That was one of the worst feelings I’ve had in my entire life. I felt like I meant nothing to you or anyone else, that I was just something to throwaway and be forgotten.”

“It’s not like that and it’s never fuckin’ been like that.”, he said seriously, lifting his head to face you, “Please, let me make this up to you…”

This was something different, something that you hadn’t seen from him before. You hated everything about this, the way he’d make you feel, the way he’d sunken into himself, and the way that everything in your life seemed to revolve around him. Of course you wanted to pick up where you’d left off, but it went beyond that simple concept. Something within you knew that if this ended, there would never be another Kidd. In fact you’d never have the opportunity to be truly happy again, you’d only be mourning what should have been. It was unhealthy and that reality had crossed your mind, but in this moment in his arms, you didn’t care.

“I’ll give you anything you want, (Y/N)… You tell me what you need and I’ll make it happen.”, he pleaded with you while resting his forehead against your own, his tired eyes glazed and searching for any hint of clarity.

That always seemed to be his answer and you weren’t sure if he really meant it or if he just wished it were the truth. You wanted to believe that he had the ability to commit himself to an established relationship, but even that was a far cry from your current predicament. You undoubtedly wanted Kidd and it was looking like this would be the price you’d have to pay if you wished to stay with him. Perhaps this was the moment of unraveling, a realization of something you’d been missing all along.

“This can’t happen again.”, you repeated the same condition you’d given him before, praying that you’d never have to say it again, “I know this is hard on you, but you have to stop being so self destructive. People care about you and whether you intend for them to or not, your actions have very real consequences.”

“You’re right…”, he trailed off, seemingly taking in what you’d said, “I don’t want to lose you, (Y/N).”

“You won’t. We have some things we need to work on, but you won’t. I’m right here.”, you reassured him, lifting your head to kiss his forehead, “How about you go shower and then we’ll eat something? That’ll be a good start.”

He took your chin in his hand and placed a very passionate kiss to your lips. The gesture made up for the things he didn’t know how to say, also working to fluster Killer as he watched the two of you. He’d certainly tease Kidd for it later, happy that the two of you actually managed to reconcile with one another. You followed the two of them into the house and took some time to appreciate the comfort of Kidd’s bedroom. It was a sick sense of consolation, the familiarity of something you held so dear that was on the edge of being ripped from your hands at any given moment.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! All characters presented in the story have been caricatured to fit the desired plot devices. Some interactions and situations may read out of character, this is only to progress the story and does not reflect my view of their canon personalities.

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Eight

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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Killer had to work the next day which was why he hadn’t attended the party and while you hated to bother him so late in the evening, you needed to know that Kidd was safe. He answered after a few rings but to your dismay, Kidd hadn’t come home and Killer hadn’t heard from him since he left hours earlier. None of it made any sense, he’d never done something quite like this before and it seemed so strange. Killer reassured you that while he was likely fine, he’d do what he could to locate him and that you should try calling him in the morning. He knew Kidd better than anyone and the fact that he’d told you to trying talking to him later didn’t sit right with you.

Did Killer know something you didn’t? You ran through every scenario of the evening but not even the slightest thing gave way as to why Kidd had disappeared. You’d already been waiting for him to return for just over an hour and since Killer didn’t seem too worried about it, you decided to just go home for the evening. You’d be lying to yourself if you said his actions weren’t hurtful, perhaps there was an unforeseen reason? Nevertheless, you tossed and turned until finally succumbing to sleep sometime in the early morning hours. The first thing you did when you woke up was dial his number. It rang for a little longer than you’d hoped and just as disappointment flared, your call was answered.

“Hello? Who the fuck is it?”, a voice you did not recognize asked, high pitched but groggy from being woken up.

“Who is this?”, you asked, doing what you could to maintain your composure, “Where is Kidd?”

“Still asleep, care to leave a message?”, the unknown person prompted with attitude.

“Are you at his house?”, you asked, ignoring the snarky tone the person had assumed.

“Yeah, I think so.”, they replied as your anger boiled over.

You immediately hung up and pulled yourself together as quickly as possible. Whatever was going on, you needed to see it for yourself. You fought against what would be the worst case scenario, attempting to rationalize that the person could be a friend of his that you just hadn’t met yet. Alternatively, you couldn’t shake the reality that the person could’ve been at the party last night and caught him alone after your heated exchange. You wanted to think that he wouldn’t go as far as to sleep with someone behind your back, but you weren’t sure of anything anymore. The fact that he’d left at all was enough of a problem in itself, made worse by the addition of his unknown accomplice.

And if he had slept with someone else, was it really feasible to be upset? No matter how often you saw each other or how much your time together meant, neither of you had given your situation a title. You didn’t want to overwhelm or press him to move too fast after he’d opened up about his continuous struggle with emotions, but you also couldn’t ignore the intense nausea that came from imagining him with someone else the same way he was with you. As you started pulling into his driveway, relief washed over you when you noticed his car was parked in its usual spot.

That relief was quickly eradicated because just as you stepped out to knock on the door, it swung open to reveal a shirtless Kidd and woman you’d never seen before. She wore a shirt that was very oversized, one that was eerily similar to those you’d borrowed from him. Several deep purple hickeys littered her neck, obviously created within the very recent past. They were talking and laughing far too merrily for your taste, all of it coming to a halt when their eyes fell upon you. Kidd froze in his tracks and felt like he’d been punched in the gut, he could do nothing but watch your eyes begin to water. The woman made her way to his car, slipping directly past you and into his passenger seat where you’d once sat not so long ago as the two of you got to know each other.

Your heart was pounding alarmingly hard and a deafening ringing sounded in your ears, the accumulation of stress and hurt was working against your ability to remain calm. You didn’t want to seem weak and you certainly didn’t want them to see you break down, but something had finally snapped. He’d made a couple mistakes during the several months that you’d been seeing each other, but this was something of an entirely different magnitude. Your face was so hot that you could barely feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, the only indication of your emotions was the shaking of your chest between deeply strained breaths. Kidd didn’t know what to do, he felt like the idea of even trying to begin to explaining himself was off the table which in turn caused his own rage to manifest. It wasn’t what it had looked like, at least not as far as he was concerned, he’d hoped to be able to send the girl on her way and blame his absence on the innumerable drinks he took in stride with his friends.

“What the fuck?”, you asked in defeat, the crackling of your voice serving to substantiate his surmounting guilt, “What the hell have we even been doing all this time?”

You weren’t sure if you were asking him or yourself, all you could really be certain of was the overwhelming feeling of humiliation. So much time and commitment felt like it’d been wasted but even more so than the loss, you felt stupid for thinking someone like him would ever take someone like you seriously. Even as he stood before you, clenching his fists and becoming consumed by wrath with each surmounting second, you mourned the person that you’d hoped he was. Kidd could be good, it was something that you’d experienced many times before and it was great, but it seemed that something like this was an inevitable part of being involved with him. Every incline was met with the eventual plummet, no matter how sublime things had been previously.

“(Y/N), I fucked up and we both know that.”, he said through gritted teeth, his breaths impossibly heavy, “I need some time to think… I don’t even know how to begin to explain this shit.”

“Did any of this mean anything to you?”, your voice raised involuntarily, “We talked about some really serious and personal things, Kidd. You know things about me that no one else has ever cared to know… This is making me fucking sick, I don’t understand why you’re like this.”

You knew you were spilling your innermost thoughts, but the situation was so turbulent that there was no chance in hell you could stop yourself. Grief and its many forms were sinking their teeth into the tattered remains of your pride, working to irritate what was already an open wound. You brought your hands to your face to cover your mouth as tears turned to full-on sobs. Kidd couldn’t take the intense feelings pilling on top of him so he relieved his stress the only way he knew how, carrying himself to the nearest tree and laying a heavy fist on its trunk. The sudden display of violence caused you to flinch, you’d never once feared him but the situation was taking a detrimental turn. He felt like a monster as he watched you tremble, this wasn’t what he wanted and was certainly never something he’d intended to happen. He’d told you time and time again that he wasn’t good with these things, this was the reason no one was ever glad to have met him.

“Of course you mean something to me!”, he shouted far too loudly, “If you didn’t, you’d fuckin’ know it! I wouldn’t waste my goddamn time!”

“Kidd, that’s enough! Get your ass inside and calm down!”, Killer scolded as he stepped out of the house to try and act as damage control, “(Y/N) please, I really don’t think it’s what it looks like. He’s got a bad temper, just give him a second.”

You appreciated Killer’s willingness to jump in the flames for his friend, you were happy to know that Kidd had someone like that on his side. If this behavior was usual for him, he’d need someone like Killer when everything inevitably falls apart time and time again. By this point you were becoming numb, your senses were heightened and you’d been feeling everything so intensely that nothing could register as it had before. It felt like you were watching things happen through a screen, unable to feel your lips moving and only hearing what you were saying.

“I think I should just go.”, you took several strides back to your car, “I’m not welcome here anymore.”

Despite walking through your own front door and seeking the comfort of your bed, you couldn’t recall the drive home. You couldn’t remember a time that you’d driven in silence, let alone a time that you couldn’t remember the task of traveling. To say that you were devastated was an understatement. If the woman was just a friend, why hadn’t either of them just come out and said that from the start? In the most rational division of your thoughts, you knew what the likely outcome was, you just couldn’t face it. Those few fatal minutes you’d spent helping Hip were so much more detrimental than either of you could’ve ever imagined. It wasn’t her fault by any stretch of the imagination, all the same her warning seared through the few lingering parts of your self worth.

Whether you’d listened to her then or now, the damage was done. Your feelings for Kidd had bloomed in spite of her warnings and you were finally paying the price. You wished you could say that you hated him but those feelings hadn’t changed in the slightest. He needed to take accountability for his actions and while you weren’t sure if your relationship was even a relationship to begin with anymore, you admittedly yearned for his comfort. He was somehow the disease and the cure, a twisted dichotomy that had been in motion since the first night you’d met. He hurt you then only to talk his way of it, you couldn’t let that happen again.

You could hear your phone’s incessant buzzing from its place on your nightstand, you certainly didn’t have the energy to answer it. You could see Kidd’s name brandished on the screen, not at all prompting you to answer and instead bringing you to tears once more. What was the point if something like this was going to restart your relationship every few weeks? You had a lot of love for him, but it clearly had nowhere to go.

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Seven

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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The day had finally come for Mosh and Hip’s party, you’d packed a change of clothes and the things you’d need to ready yourself after work. Kidd had been checking in with you throughout the day, even going as far as to let you know when he’d be leaving and when he’d arrived. You quickly dressed and prepared for the potential twinges of awkwardness that would likely be present between you and Hip. You wished she’d never said anything in the first place because while you appreciated her willingness to be a friend, it only served to complicate things further amongst everyone involved.

When you pulled up to their house, you were surprised by the sheer volume of guests that they’d invited. New faces filled every available space and while you spotted Kidd’s car, you hadn’t yet spotted him. You made your way inside where you were pleasantly greeted by Mosh who lead you to a room that held their main group. Isolating themselves was something that they all seemed to do subconsciously as no matter how many people were invited to the function, their group would always have a reserved space to convene.

You thought back to the first time you met everyone and how much of an outsider you felt, things were much different now and that initial meeting felt like a lifetime ago. Within the great span of time, you’d only spent a few months with Kidd but that time had been very eventful. A lot had happened, good and bad, and you were so happy to have been a part of it all. Get-togethers like these always seemed to make you sentimental, even amongst the deafening music and progressively sloshed attendees.

Kidd had tipped back a few shots but was handling himself much better than you’d ever seen him do before. If you hadn’t watched him drink, you wouldn’t even really know he’d gotten buzzed with how regulated he was. It was a nice display of his affections for you and you hoped that Hip would notice the conscious changes he’d made specifically for you. Although, Hip was rather torqued herself and seemed to be letting loose in the comfort of Mosh’s home. You couldn’t blame her as it was a much more comfortable environment than the bar and it seemed like that sentiment was spreading through the crowd as several attendees were planted in corners with their lovers, locking lips and letting their hands roam freely under the lack of light.

All the affection was dizzying and prompted you to get closer to Kidd who was very delighted to have you pressed against him. He smelled mostly of cologne with a hint of liquor, a wide grin curving within his features as he stared down at you. As you admired him, he allowed his own hands to roam and make their way to your waist. You knew exactly where this was headed and just as a familiar song began to blare through the speakers, you gave yourself permission to have some fun.

Hey you, big star, tell me when it’s over

Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter

‘Cause I’m through when the two hits the six

And it’s summer

You flickered your gaze from his eyes to his lips a few times, indicating that you wanted him to take action. Through his drunken haze, he picked up on what you were laying down and clumsily met your lips with his own. He wasn’t usually precise to begin with but his inebriated state caused a mess of red smears to spread much faster than usual. He’d already begun sucking your bottom lip, sliding his tongue across the soft flesh as a way to make you part your lips.

Cloud come, shove the sun aside

I think God is moving it’s tongue

There’s no crowd in the streets

And no sun

Your tongues were intertwined, dancing alongside the melody of the excessively loud song. Kidd’s head whirled as he drank you in, no longer able to think straight and needing a way to steady the two of you to keep going. He effortlessly lifted and twirled you around so that your back was pressed flush against the wall. His massive form caged you in, dominating your senses and maximizing your ability to be as intimate as possible. Your hands had made their way up his chest and to the soft tufts of hair that sprawled out on his neckline, he always loved the feeling of your fingers tugging at his roots. It wasn’t only a confirmation that you were enjoying yourself, but an indication of the two of you coming together as one.

The shade is a tool

A device, a savior

See, I try and look up to the sky

But my eyes burn

Kidd’s hands plundered from their place on your waist to the plush of your ass, squeezing roughly through the fabric of your bottoms. The force of his grip caused you to stumble a bit, he could be rough at times but it was never more than you could handle. You ended up straddling one of his legs in the process which did serve to steady you, but it also worked to arouse him significantly. He pulled away and stared at where your clothed sex rested on this thigh, he could feel himself strain against the cloth of his boxers and took it upon himself to begin rocking you back and forth. The push and pull of your pleasure against the threat of humiliation was thrilling for the two of you. The gasps that escaped your lips sounded delightful and even though no one was paying attention to your antics, you couldn’t deny how tormenting the situation was at the prospect of being caught.

Cloud come, shove the sun aside

I think God is moving it’s tongue

Kidd dipped his head in the crook of your neck and began haphazardly sucking the soft skin. The combination of your grinding on his thigh and the pleasurable pain from his love bites had you nearly pleading for more. A part of you cursed the decision to attend the party, you wanted nothing more than to wrap your legs around his waist and be carried to his bed for some much more explicit activities. You gave a light push to his shoulders and leant up to capture his lips once more, trailing your way down his jaw and to his neck. He began to pant heavily as your tongue dragged along the sensitive skin of his throat. He’d already been having the same thoughts you had, wishing he could tear your bottoms off and have you making pretty noises just for him.

There’s no crowd in the street

And no sun

In my own summer

Come shove the sun aside

“(Y/N)!”, you heard a high pitched voice whine out, Kidd’s expression turning to scowl at being interrupted, “I need help.”

As Kidd pulled himself away from you, a very disheveled and drunk Hip stood only a few feet away. She’d worn a full body harness over her outfit which was proving quite difficult to remove in her current state. She apparently needed to use the restroom and had gone through a series of trial and tribulation before seeking you out. Kidd was less than pleased and huffed his way to grab another drink as you lead Hip to the bathroom, successfully unstrapping her and advocating for her to retire the intricate accessory for the night. As inebriated friends often do, she gushed over how thankful she was for your assistance and that she would’ve been lost without you. Your little bathroom break had taken several minutes longer than you’d anticipated and while you didn’t mind coming to Hip’s aid, you were more than ready to be back against your partner.

After ensuring that Hip had made her way back to Mosh safely, you rounded the corner into the room where you assumed Kidd would be but those soft tufts of red hair couldn’t be spotted anywhere. You took a lap around the house to no avail, you still hadn’t found him. Resolving that he must’ve went out for a smoke break, you made your way outside to see that his car was also missing. He wasn’t thrilled that you’d been interrupted but things had been great otherwise, there was no feasible reason for him to leave without warning. Even more pressing than his absence, he wasn’t in a state where he should be driving which worried you immensely. You called his phone repeatedly, but he never picked up.

What had happened?

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Six

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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As time marched on and away from the terrible situation that developed during Killer’s birthday, your relationship with Kidd strengthened exponentially. He still hadn’t brought up Victoria by name, but he had mentioned going through really hard periods of loss that changed his life in very significant ways. You didn’t feel like it was appropriate to mention what Hip had told you, however you did feel much better that he wasn’t retaining his feelings any longer. You’d been staying over at his house now more than ever, getting to know Killer better as a consequence.

He and Kidd had both begun making the occasional joke that you should just move in already because you were there so frequently, but something was holding you back. You didn’t want to disturb the steady progression you’d established with such a grandiose change, living with them sounded like a lot of fun, but it just wasn’t the right time. An interesting development was accidentally mentioned to you by Killer that Kidd had started having trouble sleeping when you weren’t around. As to be expected, Kidd flushed several shades of red and denied the allegations while the three of you sat in the living room but later admitted to it when the two of you were comfortably tucked into his bed.

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started or why, but he was certain that the lack of warmth and your weight on top of him had something to do with it. He took every opportunity to tease you and you were absolutely going to use this as material to get back at him, your jokes only leading to giggly kisses and an ever embarrassed brute. He’d even gone as far as to pout and scoot away from you when you baby talked him for being so overtly clingy, the whole thing being unnecessarily dramatic but entertaining. He was unwavering in his determination to give you the silent treatment so you took it upon yourself to explore the contents of his room.

You flipped through several records and discs of his favorite bands, carefully handling those with sleeves or cases that were worn from being played so often. Although you weren’t catching on, he was watching you with eyes full of adoration. Much like yourself, these small moments were some of his favorite. You weren’t all done up or catering to the social aspects of going out, you were just (Y/N) in these moments. Unadulterated and bathed in the essence of yourself, no holds barring your little quirks or the way your eyes lit up as you examined his many random belongings. He had to stop himself from laughing as you attempted to lift a barbell that was sat beside his dresser, he knew there was no way in hell you’d get it off the ground but your look of determination was adorable.

He watched you trail over to his closet, shuffling through the many shirts of heavy metal and punk bands that matched the music collection you’d just gone through. You held many of his favorite shirts up against yourself in front of his mirror, all the while he was envisioning what you’d look like modeling them for him. Vocalizing that you were going to start taking the ones you liked for yourself, the banter that you’d been throwing at him finally caused him to scoff and sit up at the foot of the bed behind you. He pulled you into his lap and peppered light kisses on your neck. You were in the perfect position to watch his movements in the mirror, the scene playing out causing you to become a bit shy. Splotches of red lipstick littered your skin and smudged out of its place on his lips. It wasn’t his intention to be so provocative, but neither of you could deny the intimacy that was overtaking the ambiance of the room.

His hands kneaded at your waist, snaking around your front to occupy the empty space on your thighs. His thumbs moved in circles and drew closer to the waistband of your bottoms with each passing second. You locked eyes with his in the mirror, holding his gaze as he slowly worked a hand beneath your bottoms and to your sex. His motions felt heavenly and had you whimpering for him with your head leant back on his shoulder, mouth slightly agape and eyes screwed shut. He gradually quickened his pace which only added to the pleasure, a sudden lack of warmth from where his free hand rested on your hip caused you to glance back at the mirror. He’d shifted very slightly beneath you, enough to push his own bottoms down and free his hardened cock from its restraints. You watched with wide eyes as he began to pump himself at the same speed he was pleasuring you, nuzzling his head against your own to be as close to you as possible in the moment.

“You like watching this, don’t you?”, he asked through heavy breaths, “You fuckin’ love how I make you feel.”

“Kidd… I-“, you tried to manage through the intense waves of pleasure that were clouding your senses, “You make me feel so good…”

“You can barely speak and you’re panting so hard… You’re about to cum aren’t you?”, he continued spurring you on, his use of such explicit terms causing you to turn your head away from the mirror out of sheer discomposure, “Eyes on me, (Y/N).”

His tone was stern and worked to make you peer back at your own reflection. His motions had become furious around his own member, spilling over the top of his fingers while you held intense eye contact. Beads of sweat reflected off his forehead, highlighting his many scars and the contrast of black liner that emphasized his golden eyes. His gaze had always been sharp, it was one of the first things that you’d noticed when you’d met him after all. Heat pooled in your lower belly, quickly meeting his fingers as you reached your own end. Your body felt weak after such activities, you never wanted to leave the comfort of Kidd’s embrace.

After innumerable moments had passed and your strength had returned, the two of you sauntered to the bathroom for clean up. You both looked rather disheveled in your post-enjoyment states, each of your mouths a messy pink from the exchange of cosmetics that was nearly inevitable in the heat of the moment. Kidd’s eyes were darker and messer than usual as his eyeliner had bled from sweat and squeezing his eyes shut. After several towels and jokes about scarring Killer due to the noise later, you found yourself planted back atop his mattress and glancing at your phones as the two of you received a message at the same time.

Mosh had send out an invite in a group text to everyone in their inner circle about a house party hosted by he and Hip. There was apparently no real occasion, he simply wanted to have everyone together and under the same roof again. You were always happy and grateful to be included with everyone, but you couldn’t deny the anxiety that loomed over your attendance with Kidd after the things Hip had said. It was very unlikely that she’d mention anything about your chat from so many nights ago, but it irked you to consider the thoughts she’d been having about your relationship underneath your time spent in her company. Kidd had offered to drive the two of you, as he usually did, but the timing of the party cut directly into one of your evening shifts at work and you had no choice but to meet him there after the scheduled start of the get-together. It was no big deal to drive separately, but part of you wanted to arrive together with Kidd to show that you were going just as strong as ever.

It felt like there was never a more dynamic pair than the two of you.

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Five

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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You woke much later in the morning than usual, an indication of how drained you’d been from the turbulent night before. You were hesitant to reach for your phone, anxious as to what would be waiting for you. As you considered what seemed to be endless possibilities, your mind wandered to the conversation you’d had with Hip on the way home. In the clarity of a new day, you debated the efficacy of him leading you on and if you really had fallen victim to the wishful thinking that things were any different between the two of you than they’d been with his other partners.

Needing something to break you from the spiraling of your mind, you defaulted to checking your notifications. You weren’t exactly settled on your expectations, but hundreds of missed calls and texts from Kidd wasn’t what you’d imagined at all. It was obvious that many of them were sent while he was still inebriated, the overwhelming majority containing jumbled letters and parts of words with very little coherency. The most recent message was sent only a few hours prior, hoping that you’d made it home safely and that he felt like an ass for how he treated you.

It wasn’t the most refined apology, but it was an apology that was genuine by his standards. Much of your lingering anger had dissipated as you slept and while you didn’t want to relent so easily as his behavior was admittedly ridiculous, you also couldn’t deny the intensifying feeling of need as you thought about his innumerable attempts to contact you through the night. Resolving not to have the much needed discussion over text, you simply replied that you hoped he wasn’t too sick when he woke up. Not even a minute later, your phone buzzed in your hand with an incoming call from Kidd himself.

“Hey… Are you, uh… alright?”, his voice was gravely and sounded incredibly groggy.

“I’m fine.”, you tried to maintain at least a little bit of a chip on your shoulder, “I know that I at least feel better than you do.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty fucked up at the moment but that’s not why I called.”, he replied, carefully considering how he should address the obvious issue at hand, “I was wondering if you’d be alright with me coming over? I was such an asshole last night… We can talk about it or you can beat my ass, whatever’ll make you feel better.”

You did your best to stifle the giggle that broke past your lips. This wasn’t a laughing matter but you couldn’t deny that just talking to him with some semblance of normalcy was cathartic. You’d never experienced something like this before, the dichotomy of him exploding on you only to turn around and be so sweet about his indiscretions was clouding your judgement. He’d disrespected your boundaries and ruined what was supposed to be a fun night out which was cause for a much needed conversation about how something like that can never happen again, but you so desperately wanted to return to how great things were prior to the previous night.

“Alright, that’s fine.”, you replied simply, yearning for him to be at your doorstep already but not yet wanting your affection to be known, “Be careful and I’ll see you when you get here.”

He thanked you, which was admittedly comical, and ended the call to get himself presentable enough to face you. You waited for him very impatiently, an unwanted feeling of remorse creeping through your stomach as you thought over last night’s events for the thousandth time. His sudden change in demeanor was a lot to process and while you knew it was unacceptable, you found yourself making excuses for him. The situation was contextualized much differently after Hip informed you of what had happened with his last partner. You knew that he was interested you to at least some meaningful degree, but he could’ve very well still been struggling with grief.

You practically ran to the door when you heard knocking, pausing yourself for just a moment in an attempt to make it seem like you hadn’t been anticipating his arrival. Swinging the door open, you were greeted by a very fatigued Kidd. He’d brought pizza for the two of you with something wrapped very poorly in packing paper sitting on top of the boxes. His face softened when you greeted him, the sharpness of his golden eyes and the ghastly scars that littered his face were adorned in stark contrast to his expression. He wordlessly kicked off his shoes and placed the food on the small table sat just in front of your couch. When he turned back around, the two of you just looked at each other as he searched for any sign of emotion on your face.

He wasn’t used to this, especially not after having one of his blowups. He’d fully expected to walk into you telling him how much of a fuck up he was and how much better other people treated you. In fact, your calm demeanor was exponentially more anxiety inducing for him as he couldn’t gauge your thoughts or feelings. He was undoubtedly grateful that you’d even replied to him in the first place, but he was still waiting for what he’d resolved to be an inevitable fight. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the moment that you opened your arms to him, motioning your hands inward to signify that you wanted a hug. He was beyond floored and felt something akin to sadness plant an excruciatingly heavy weight in his chest. As his strong arms wrapped themselves around you, you rested your head against him to get as close as possible.

You felt your eyes begin to burn as you settled in his embrace and despite your best attempts to prevent yourself from being unnecessarily emotional, you sobbed against him. He felt even worse now than he did when he’d woken up and fully realized what he’d done, this was not at all what he’d imagined or prepared himself for. He took a few steps back and brought you both down to rest on the couch, feeling his own eyes begin to sting while he did his best to comfort you. Just as quickly as your tears had formed and fell, they subsided and your breathing returned to normal. As much as you relished being against him, you also didn’t want to suffocate him or overburden an already intense meeting. When you released your grip in order to sit up straight, he tightened his hold and peppered kisses to your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). You didn’t deserve that… I don’t even know why the fuck I acted like that.”, he started to explain himself, all the while keeping you pressed against him, “It’s not an excuse… I think I drank too much, too fast. It hit me all at once and it was my own damn fault.”

“I’m sorry too, Kidd. I-“, you started to reciprocate, only to have him shush you.

“Don’t fuckin’ apologize, I’m the dickhead here.”, you couldn’t help but crack a grin at his choice of words, always rough but so characteristic of him, “You can slap me, punch me, whatever you feel like you need to do, I deserve it.”

“I don’t want to slap you and I don’t want to punch you, just hearing you apologize is enough.”, you tilted your head to face him, “Thank you for coming to talk, I was worried I’d never hear from you again after all of that… Let’s just move on from it.”

He stared down at you very intently, perplexed as to why you’d be so quickly forgiving of something so awful. It wasn’t like he wanted you to be upset and he certainly didn’t want to fight, but that was the only way these things had ever gone for him in the past. He wasn’t used to someone being so willingly accepting of his flaws and it was jarring. He sat up after a moment, retrieving the wrapped item that rested on the top of the pizza boxes.

“This is for you.”, he placed the haphazardly packaged item in your hands, “I wanted to do something a little more than just bringing food so I made it for you.”

As you unraveled the crumpled brown paper, a flower welded out of wire, nuts, and bolts slid into your hand. Your heart swelled as you pictured him hunkered over a workbench, sick from partying the night before but wanting to make something that he thought you’d like. You clutched the metal daisy and flung your arms around his neck, spontaneously kissing him on the lips as a way to show how much you loved his gift.

“It’s so cute, I love it so much.”, you praised, the reddening of his ears and cheeks not going unnoticed.

“It’ll never wilt.”, he commented while refusing to meet your eyes, embarrassed at how sappy his little visit had become, “Let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

You retrieved drinks and plates for the two of you, opting to put some music on to fill the silence in the room. As order returned to your relationship, you couldn’t help but compare Kidd’s actions to the warning Hip had given you. If he were really leading you on, why would he have gone as far as to spend time handcrafting you an item out of materials that would’ve otherwise been put to greater use in his work? Kidd sighed in contentment after getting full, pulling you away from the pit of your thoughts.

“I have a hard time dealing with things sometimes.”, he blurted out, slightly surprising you as you thought that part of the conversation was over, “I don’t really know what it is and I’m not trying to make excuses, I just fuckin’ struggle sometimes… I always know when it’s coming and I hate that feeling.”

“I hope that you never have to feel that way again but if you do, maybe you can let me know next time. I’d do anything that I could to help you through it… this might be a little soon and you don’t have to say it back, but I love you.”, you admitted to him, allowing yourself to be vulnerable alongside him, “I don’t ever want something like that to be our end, I think I’d work through just about anything you needed us to.”

“Going all soft on me now, huh?”, he teased, not able to contain the prideful smile on his face as he squeezed you against him, “I love you too, (Y/N)… Thank you for this.”

“Ugh, quit thanking me and rub my back already.”, you teased next, wanting to continue lifting the heavy weight of the afternoon.

“Oh, I see how it is.”, he rolled his eyes while massaging his fingertips into your tense muscles, “You tell me you love me just to have me wrapped around your finger.”

“That’s right.”, you giggled, “So, did Killer have a good time?”

“Hell, he was sicker than I was this morning.”, Kidd laughed a bit, “He had a great time, but I don’t think he remembers much of it.”

As you relaxed underneath Kidd’s hands, head planted on his warm chest, you thought about the intense dissonance that separated your time with him the night prior and your time with him now. You couldn’t wait to wake up in his arms, reveling in his sleepy voice and messy hair. You loved those soft and insignificant moments with him, they might’ve been short lived but they always felt like you were seeing the core of Kidd as a person. Despite your undeniably strong affection for him, Hip’s concerns remained in the background. You fought against them and tried to push them away as the situation seemed to be bettering itself but a small, more logistical part of you begged to remind you of how quickly things could take a turn again.

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Four

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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The weeks following your intimate morning with Kidd were filled with many more spent together, the quality time working to greatly substantiate the connection between the two of you. You were pleased with how open he’d been with you, often turning to heavy talking points late in the evening or early in the morning. You’d learned a lot about him, his personality, and how his friends functioned more like family. You assumed that he’d want to be exponentially more physical after that morning, but he seemed to value your company no matter the level of intimacy. It was refreshing and in great contrast to the way he’d made himself seem the night you’d first met. There were times when it felt like he treated you the same as he treated Killer, a trusted confidant but not by the usual implications that come with the addition of a lover.

Speaking of Killer, Kidd had mentioned that his birthday was coming up and they’d decided to have his party at the bar. From what you’d been told, they were known for throwing the occasional rager but it’d been a while since the last event. Kidd offered to drive, asserting that he’d pick you up so that the two of you could arrive together. He’d carefully maneuvered around the detail that Hip would be in attendance with the rest of their friend group, a fact that he knew would cause unnecessary worry.

He’d kept his word, arriving at your agreed upon time and unleashing a relentless barrage of compliments at how good you looked all dressed up for him. Being in his car surrounded by the scent of cologne mixed with the ever present undertone of metal from his job and a calloused hand lightly squeezing your thigh was working to solidify the ambiance of the evening. It’d been a while since the last time you’d went out with his group, a thought that was creeping in the back of your mind as he pulled into the lot. As always, a small number of them were postured outside the door smoking. You recognized Hip immediately as she was holding onto Mosh’s arm and smiling at Kidd’s arrival. The tint on his windows had made it impossible to see if anyone else was in the car, her face all but faltering when you stepped out alongside him.

It wasn’t an appropriate time or place to approach her, it was Killer’s night after all, but you wanted to break the tension so badly. You still weren’t sure what’d happened to cause her reluctance but nevertheless, it’d have to wait for another time. Kidd lead you to the door, greeting the group in passing but opting to get you inside. A cake was decorated and placed on a table in the middle of the room with balloon themed plates, the bar otherwise looking like its usual self. It seemed like the others were only holding back in lieu of Kidd’s arrival, immediately pouring shots and tipping them back one after another. You refrained from the festivities, hoping to provide the two of you a safe way home at the end of the night.

Killer seemed to be having a great time, which made you happy. The cake was left entirely ignored which made you laugh, they were far too wrapped up in their own antics to even begin the process of lighting candles. Kidd seemed to take notice of your amused face, snaking a hand over your waist and trailing to knead the plush of your hip. The sudden affection wasn’t unwelcome but it was admittedly uncomfortable in front of his friends. You gently removed his hand, attempting to place a quick peck on his lips to satiate him when he drunkenly stumbled until your back was against the top bar. Your hands instinctively met his chest, firmly pushing him back in an attempt to stop the barrage of kisses he was aiming to litter across your neck. The scent of liquor was intense and you could feel patches of lipstick being smeared across your skin by his imprecise movements. He groaned in annoyance when you used the leverage on his chest to push yourself away, effectively freeing yourself from his grasp.

“Not right now…”, you said in a stern but calm tone, aiming to diffuse the situation and redirect his attention back to his people.

“Goddammit (Y/N)!”, he yelled out rather loudly, taking you and several others by surprise, “You’re not drinking, you won’t kiss me, what the fuck? Why are you even here?”

Shock coursed through your body like fire, your ears burning as anger and embarrassment crested within you. This was your first time out as some undefined semblance of a couple, even more pressing that the night was supposed to be focused on Killer but Kidd was making a scene out of the two of you. You stood totally frozen as he stalked his way to the other side of the top bar, seeming to reintegrate with his crew just as quickly as he’d blown up. Everyone refused to look at you and you began to feel totally out of place, just like the first time you’d met. You knew that his actions were the result of the alcohol, but it didn’t ease any of the feelings hurt by his behavior. It was too much and with no one to turn to, you opted to just leave. It seemed like the best option as it would preserve the remainder of Killer’s birthday and give Kidd time to sober up.

As you reached the edge of where the parking lot met the main road, you listlessly scrolled through your contacts in search of someone who might be able to pick you up. You heard the door of the bar be thrown open and slammed shut. You couldn’t turn to face whoever it was, far too focused on keeping yourself together and preventing the already welling tears from falling. Footsteps that were far too light to be Kidd’s drew closer, stopping when they reached your immediate proximity.

“Are you alright?”, the voice was familiar, one that you hadn’t heard in a while.

Hip had a sad smile on her face, reaching out to place a comforting hand on your back. Her presence caused a whiplash of emotions. She’d been avoiding you consistently for so long that you’d long considered your friendship to be over.

“I will be.”, you answered honestly, feeling no need to mask your feelings, “I think I should just go… This night was supposed to be for Killer and we can’t talk while he’s drunk anyway.”

“I can take you home… I mean, if you’d be comfortable with that.”, Hip offered with hopeful eyes, appearing very genuine in her concern for your wellbeing.

You felt a sense of reluctance but accepted in spite of the awkwardness, feeling a sick sense of nostalgia washing over you as you sunk into her passenger seat. This was a disgustingly familiar experience, all too closely resembling the night she’d first convinced you to meet her and her friends at the establishment. Both nights revolved around Kidd’s actions, only occurring in drastic dissonance from one another.

“I know this probably isn’t the best time, but I’m sorry for being so distant.”, Hip broke the silence that had settled between the two of you, “I don’t regret bringing you to meet everyone but I have to be honest, I didn’t know what to do when Kidd told us he was interested in you.”

“What do you mean?”, you asked, her confession entirely too perplexing and not exactly helping you feel any better about the situation at hand.

“He is completely unconnected from his feelings and has a tendency to string his partners along. I’ve watched it happen so many damn times and I know it’s not something that he sets out to do, but something like what happened tonight is almost always inevitable. He starts fucking someone and let’s it go way too far.”, she explained as a feeling akin to repulsion bubbled beneath your skin, “I didn’t want you to end up in that position with him, but I didn’t know how to tell you without coming off like I just didn’t want the two of you to be together. I love Kidd, he’s a great friend and a great person, he just isn’t great in a relationship.”

“I care about Kidd a lot and I have to be honest Hip, gratification isn’t a major focus in our relationship. We’ve spent a hell of a lot more time getting to know each other and just enjoying each other’s company. I know that I don’t know him like you do, but I would be hard pressed to think that all of this has meant nothing to him.”, you stood your ground against her concerns, despite his actions you still believed that he cared for you in a meaningful way.

Her best efforts to not come across as abrasive were failing. You weren’t completely opposed to the idea that some of her words held merit but it was no easy feat to even slightly consider the possibility that Kidd wasn’t as interested in you as he’d led on. Not only had the two of you forged a physical connection, you’d also shared very intimate details of your pasts and what you’d both like to see in the future. You were always happy to listen to him and it felt like you’d gotten to know parts of him that no one else ever had.

“Has he ever mentioned Victoria?”, Hip asked after several quiet minutes.

“No, he hasn’t.”, your chest tightened with the realization you might not have actually known him as well as you’d thought, “Who’s Victoria?”

“She was Kidd’s girlfriend a long time ago and they didn’t work out.”, Hip explained, “Not long after they broke up, she got in an accident and… She didn’t make it.”

You sat silently, trying to make sense of what Hip was saying. That was one hell of a detail of his life that Kidd had never mentioned. He’d lightly brought up his past experiences with partners who just weren’t compatible, but not at all something as major as a love lost.

“It happened a few years ago… He’s never really been the same since. He still hangs out with the group, but it’s only because we were around before Victoria. If we weren’t, he would’ve pushed us all away too.”, Hip continued, “He and Killer have known each other their whole lives so he’s the exception but I’m telling you, I know he wouldn’t have anything to do with us otherwise.”

“You have to understand that It’s hard for me to even begin thinking that way. He’s only ever had nice things to say and has made it a point that he’s wanted to spend more time with all of you.”, you defended him, beginning to wonder if it wasn’t just a way to reassure yourself, “Just the other day, he was telling me about how excited he was for tonight because it’d been a while since the last time your whole group was together under the same roof.”

“I don’t know… I’m sorry this is all so heavy, I just felt like telling you was the right thing to do. I don’t want you to be hurt in the process of Kidd trying to figure his own shit out. Like I’ve said before, he’s a great friend, but that’s as far as I can defend his character.”, she reiterated her point as she pulled into your driveway.

“Thanks for bringing me home, I appreciate it.”, you thanked her rather awkwardly, still fighting the lingering twinges of anger from the immense doubt she displayed in response to your relationship with Kidd.

“You’re welcome.”, she reciprocated as you stepped out of the car, “I know everything I’ve said has been hard to hear, just please think long and hard about what you want and what you won’t ever find with him. I hate to say it, but I’ve seen this happen too many times before.”

“Goodnight Hip.”, you dismissed her and carried yourself inside, running over every detail of what she’d said.

What you wanted was as a future with him in it, no matter what that may look like. As much as you loathed the attribution, there was at least some tangibility to her words when considering the events of the night. You were certainly hurt and saddened by his actions, but that didn’t mean you weren’t willing to work through the rough patch with him. If he was only stringing you along, he had a particularly sick and twisted way of doing it. What would be the point of pouring the most intimate details of his life into you, only to walk away when he was bored?

You couldn’t ignore what Hip had revealed about Victoria, but you wished Kidd had just told you himself. He might not have been ready or known how to tell you, it was a very traumatic event and one that involved an ex-partner which wasn’t particularly suited to your own developing relationship afterall. By the time you’d reached the comfort of your bed, exhaustion had pronounced itself and immediately took hold when your head hit the pillow. You slept through the incessant buzzing of your cellphone as an innumerable amount of texts and calls flooded in throughout the night, all coming from the same person.

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Three

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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The next several days were spent texting Kidd about any and everything with no topic left unexplored. He’d start each day by texting you good morning and you’d end the night over the phone, telling him to get some rest when his speech slurred as a consequence of exhaustion. You found it so endearing when he’d send you random messages throughout the day, almost always relating to his job as a mechanic or a project that he was planning to work on as soon as his shift was over. Kidd made sure to ask about your day and the times you were free, opting to invite you to visit him at his house on your next day off.

You wanted so desperately to catch Hip up on your situation but she had still not replied to any of your previous calls or texts. Just thinking about what could’ve possibly caused such a change in your relationship was enough to make you ill. You forced yourself to focus on your pending day with Kidd, the only thing that seemed to effectively stabilize your thoughts. A part of you had started to wonder if she was upset that you’d grown so close to Kidd in such a short amount of time, but the idea was so irritating that you forced it to the back of your mind completely.

Much more pressing was the storm that had begun to rage shortly after you’d arrived at Kidd’s. You were trying your absolute damnedest to not let him see how scared you were but as thunder rumbled overhead and hail pattered against his windows, you clung to him tighter than ever before. Judging by the wide grin splayed across his handsome face, you could tell he was loving every second of it.

“Scared of a little rain?”, he said playfully, leaning his lips close enough to your ear that they brushed against it.

“No, I’m not.”, you retaliated with a furrowed brows and a pout, causing him to erupt with laughter at your stubbornness.

“If you’re not afraid, why are you holding onto me like I can control the weather?”, he teased you, squeezing your sides as a silent way to ease your nerves.

You shot him a glare which immediately faltered as the power flickered out. Your vice grip on his arm tightened as you nestled your face in the crook of his neck. The thunder only seemed to crack louder and tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes. You really didn’t want him to see you like this but his comfort was the only thing preventing you from panicking. A sudden, loud rattling sound emanated from the front door which caused you to flinch. Kidd’s large hands met your back and relief washed over you as Killer stepped in, hair dampened from the heavy rainfall.

“It’s piss-pouring the rain out there.”, he commented as he kicked off his boots, running thick fingers through blonde tangles, “I’m not surprised the power’s out.”

“It just happened and it’s damn near got this one in tears.”, Kidd continued to tease as he gestured down at you, your reddened face indicating your discomfort.

“Don’t let Kidd mess with you (Y/N), give it right back to his mean ass.”, Killer instructed playfully just before each of your phones buzzed at the same time, a severe weather warning popping up on the screens, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it looks like this is a set-in storm.”

“Yeah, you’d be better off spending the night.”, Kidd rubbed circles into your back as you looked up at him with glazed eyes, “Not that I think you’d leave my side until it’s over away.”

You lightly swatted his chest in response to the comment as Killer shook his head. The three of you sat in the dark living room and talked about nothing in particular as the night went on, the occasional lightening strike providing momentary illumination. Unbeknownst to you, the two of them were purposefully keeping the conversation going to distract you from the weather. Killer took himself to bed after a while as exhaustion from a long shift became too persistent to ignore. Kidd took the opportunity to lead you to his room which, even with a lack of light, looked exactly as you’d imagined it would.

There were a few posters lining the walls and miscellaneous pictures of his friend group that had assuredly been gifted to him. His albums were nearly organized and displayed next to a large sound system, the volume of discs he’d collected was impressive. The closet was as nearly organized as everything else, each item seeming to have its own place. You snagged the biggest shirt you could find to sleep in, the garment perfectly distressed from being worn so frequently. As you stepped into his bathroom to change for the night, you couldn’t help but smile at the tubes of lipstick and eyeliner resting on the countertop. They were as unconventional as he was, but you couldn’t imagine him without such products adorning his already devastating features. When you reentered his room he was laid on his back on the bed, mindlessly scrolling thru his phone. As he turned to face you, his eyes grew a bit wide and his expression was unreadable.

“What’re you giving me that look for?”, you took on a serious tone to repay him for messing with you earlier in the evening.

“You’re wearing my shirt.”, he replied in a flat tone, his stoic face unwavering.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t bring any clothes with me so I thought I’d just wear something of yours to bed.”, you explained, starting to feel the beginnings of anxiety, “I can change back into my clothes, I should’ve asked first.”

“That’s not what I meant!”, he said a little loudly as he sat up and reached out to grab onto your waist, clumsily pulling you lay on top of him as you giggled, “You look good as hell.”

“Kidd.”, you laughed at his choice of words as they were rough but well intentioned, just like him.

You adjusted yourself to get more comfortable, using his chest as a pillow and positioning your leg over his own. He rested his hand between your shoulders as his thumb rubbed lazy circles, light snoring echoing throughout the quiet room as he fell asleep. The night was peaceful and you were sleeping soundly until the repetitive, rapid buzzing of Kidd’s cellphone on his nightstand woke the two of you. He lifted his phone to reveal Hip’s contact on the screen. He tossed his phone back onto the table and remarked that he wasn’t going to answer the call, she’d send a text if it were important anyway.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and flopped around until your positions had been flipped, you on your back and him nestling his head against your chest. He could tell that Hip’s call had made you tense so he opted to start making fun of how tightly you clung to him over a few drops of rain the night prior, the only way he knew to lighten the mood. He knew it’d worked when you scoffed at him, making it a point to mention how it was a hell of a lot more than just a few drops of rain. The sleepy laughs and wide grin that spread across his face from your defiance was contagious and caused your defense to falter. The two of you shared a glance and locked eyes, the seconds developed into minutes and you could feel your face growing warm.

Kidd leant up and hovered his lips over yours for a moment, giving you adequate time and space to push him away if you weren’t feeling the same things he was. He lowered his lips onto your own, only pulling away to get a look at your wide-eyed expression. You just looked so sweet lying underneath him, a tenseness swelling in his chest that made it difficult to breathe. He didn’t want to mess things up by moving too fast but he wanted you, needed you so badly. He resumed kissing you with a greater sense of urgency, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip as his hands kneaded your sides through the loose fabric of the shirt you’d slept in. He trailed his way from your lips to your neck, wasting no time in continuing his way down your abdomen.

“Kidd…”, you whimpered out as his lips met the tops of your thighs, realization of the situation dawning on you as he played with the hem of your bottoms.

“I’m right here, (Y/N).”, he began to massage your hips in an attempt to soothe your obvious discomfort, “Are you alright?”

“Yes… I think…”, his words meant so much to you, his attentiveness to your reactions only working to increase your growing desire for him, “I’m alright, just nervous.”

“I wanna make you feel good.”, he let his fingers slip just under the top of your bottoms, “Can I?”

You nodded your head after taking a moment to ponder on his proposal, totally overwhelmed but eager for relief from the arousal he’d built up within you. He slid the fabric past your knees, discarding the unwanted clothing to the floor. He took your knees in both hands and spread your legs to accommodate his body, opting to rest your feet against his shoulders as he left imprecise kisses on the inner portion of your thighs. You instinctively reached for his hands, interlocking your fingers with his own for support as he placed his mouth over your sex.

The most erotic sounds met your ears as he licked and sucked all the right places to have you writhing with pleasure. Your heavy panting only served to spur him on further, urging him to intensify his ministrations. Once he was sure that you were focused on the pleasure and relaxed, he released your hands in order to circle your entrance with two thick fingers. He pulled back for a moment as he carefully coaxed his digits inside, pumping slowly a few times before quickening and returning his mouth to its prior position. It didn’t take long for your abdomen to tighten, the flutters squeezing around his fingers letting him know you were close. He had certainly achieved his goal of making you feel good.

“Kidd! Something is- Something’s happening…”, you stuttered out as your impending climax coursed through your body.

He hummed as you came undone against his lips, continuing for a little bit more to allow you ride out your high before admiring his work. Your embarrassment returned in full force, prompting you to clamp your legs shut and pout when he stared for too long. He cracked a grin at you before pulling himself up and overtop of you, not hesitating to meet your lips in an exchange of adoration.

“You did so fucking well.”, he spoke against your ear, his voice sounding gruffer than usual, “You wanna try to take me?”

His use of the word ‘try’ was not just a phrase used in passing, he’d stripped unceremoniously after your consent and the size of his cock was impressive. He was big by every sense of the word, not a complete surprise considering he was a large person in general. He slid his hands under your thighs, lifting them to rest on either side of his own. He rubbed himself at your entrance for a moment, giving you time to prepare yourself before he began to push himself in. A lovely gasp escaped your lips as his hips pressed flush against your own, your half-lidded eyes meeting his very blown pupils.

He felt so good with you wrapped so snuggly around him, he couldn’t remember another time feeling so secure in a situation like this. Kidd drew his hips back and forth a steady pace, working his way to sharper thrusts as the pleasure built between you. He felt the need to be as close to you as possible, kissing and lightly sinking his teeth into any patches of exposed skin he could reach. Your nails coursed along the muscles of his back, an indication of how well he was fucking you.

“Fuck (Y/N)… I’m close…”, Kidd muttered out, gripping your hip and resting his forehead against your own, “I’m gonna fill you up…”

Your eyes screwed shut as his movements became erratic and sloppy, an intense warmth spreading in your lower belly as he slowed to a halt. His breathing was audibly heavy as he rested against you for a moment, carefully removing himself from you when he was grounded. Kidd wordlessly trailed to the bathroom, the sight of his naked ass causing you to stifle a laugh. He returned quickly with a damped cloth for clean up, already wearing clean bottoms himself and smiling manically at how beautiful you looked spread out on his bed. He rested the cloth between your legs, caging his arms around your waist and pressing himself against you.

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d be this clingy when we first met.”, you teased him, running your fingers through his hair and scratching at his scalp.

He only hummed in response, seemingly lost in thought. It wasn’t like him to pass on an opportunity to argue, especially not when it came to him being soft. The silence was disconcerting, was he having regrets? Had you done something wrong?

“I’m really glad that I met you (Y/N).”, he said out of the blue, obliterating your deprecating thought process.

“I’m really glad I met you too Kidd.”, you leant down and kissed his forehead, not entirely sure where the sudden sentimentality was coming from.

“I can’t really explain it but things feel different with you.”, he started, leaning into your hand as you continued playing with his hair, “Anytime we went out, I would get as fucked up as possible. We’d do stupid shit, find someone to go home with, and then wake up feeling like hell, pissed off at the world… Then do it all over again.”

You listened to him carefully, giving him the opportunity to open up to you while wrestling with the emotions his words were building up within you. The ‘we’ he was referring to was likely himself, Killer, and the rest of his friends that you’d met that first night at the bar. They seemed like nice people, but it was obvious that they led a hard lifestyle and Kidd was no exception.

“I guess it’s always been like that, nothing could ever go right or be easy. For a long time, it was just Killer and I taking care of each other.”, he tilted his head up to meet your eyes, “Sometimes I don’t even know how we made it this far… Damn, I didn’t mean to get all sentimental.”

“I wish the world had been kinder to you and that the past had been easier, but I hope I can help make the future something to look forward to.”, you replied, hoping to ease the looming discomfort brought forth by his recollection of the past.

He brought his lips to yours again, intertwining his tongue with your own as a physical manifestation of his feelings and reciprocation of your statement for the future. Kidd wasn’t used to opening up like this, especially not verbally. He was far better described as a man of action, not so much of words. It was bittersweet to be close to him like this, you loved having the opportunity to learn more about him but the struggles he’d faced pained you. It had also become apparent that the closer your relationship became with Kidd, the farther apart you were driven from Hip. It was such a strange dichotomy to ponder, but you pushed those thoughts aside and enjoyed your time in the moment regardless.

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Two

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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You glanced at the number for a moment trying to decide if it was worth answering. It was a strange time of night for a spam call and Hip would be more likely to text before calling, either way you had her contact saved so you were confident it wasn’t her. As you pulled into your driveway and started gathering your things to head inside, your phone started buzzing yet again. The same number from before flashed across the screen, this time prompting you to answer.

“Hey, is this (Y/N)?”, the tenor of the voice was jarringly familiar and caught you off guard, it sounded just like him.

“Yeah… Who’s this?”, you asked although you already knew the answer.

“It’s Kidd.”, you heard him inhale, likely taking a drag off a cigarette, “I just wanted to say that I didn’t mean to be an asshole earlier… it was nice meeting you too.”

His words caused your chest to swell and drew the air from your lungs. He was using your own words against you, a way to makeup for his misunderstanding of your initial interaction while also showing that he was attentive to what you’d said to him. He’d laughed when you’d first said it and it made you feel like muttering it in the first place was a mistake, but this changed the way you perceived his response. He’d mentioned that no one had ever been happy to meet him and maybe that was more than just a self-deprecating joke in passing.

“Oh, it’s fine…”, you trailed off, trying hard to find the right words to say, “I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was… Well, you know.”

The fact that he’d taken the time to not only call but also apologize had greatly intensified your interest. Maybe he just wasn’t good at showing his own interest, it’s not like you were particularly seasoned with it either. He must’ve at least been attracted to you beyond his proposition for casual sex, why else would he go out of his way to let you know that he enjoyed meeting you?

“Don’t worry about it.”, he laughed a bit and continued, “I hope Hip will convince you to come to the bar again soon.”

“I don’t think she’ll have to convince me next time.”, you chose your words carefully, not saying too much but reciprocating his invitation, “Goodnight Kidd.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”, you could hear the grin in his voice, he was eager to see you again, “Goodnight (Y/N).”

You took yourself to bed and analyzed the events of the night several times over. The next morning, you sent Hip a text and let her know that you needed to talk. She already knew what you’d say, she was the one who’d given Kidd your number in the first place. She seemed pleasantly surprised that he’d actually followed through with calling you, something that she said was out of the ordinary for him. Rather than prolonging your absence any further, she suggested that the two of you meet at the bar at the same time as the night prior and that’s exactly what you did.

You found yourself putting extra thought into your outfit, styling yourself in a way that made you feel at peak confidence. The drive felt agonizingly slow and terrifyingly fast at the same time. You wanted to be there as soon as possible to have the most time to get to know him better but as you pulled into the parking lot, the thought of going through the motions was anxiety inducing. You noticed that Hip’s car was absent from the lot, your calls immediately being sent to voicemail. You’d arrived on time and while it was totally a possibility that she was only running late, the thought of her not showing up was daunting as she was the only common denominator that connected you to Kidd’s world.

A few minutes of waiting had turned into several, the hours only growing later with each passing second. Your texts weren’t being delivered which indicated that her phone was likely turned off. Had she forgotten about tonight? Did something else come up? Nevertheless, your time spent pondering on where she could be was cut short as you were startled by rapid tapping on the glass of your window. A smile broke out across your face when you saw him, red hair spiked atop his head and a leather jacket clinging to his shoulders as he lent to the height of your car. You rolled down your window to greet him, the smell of his cologne wafting in the air.

“What’re you doing here?”, he asked in a playful tone, his demeanor much more inviting than it’d been the night before, “Couldn’t wait to see me?”

“Something like that…”, you played into his suggestion, “I was supposed to meet Hip again but I don’t think she’s gonna make it.”

“Don’t tell me you need Hip to come inside and have a drink with me.”, he stood up straight and crossed his arms, internally praying that his attempts at flirting were actually resonating this time.

“I don’t know… she might not like me getting too comfortable without her.”, you teased him, your tone indicating that you were only joking.

“I’ll tell you what…”, he started while glancing around at the scenery, “How about we go somewhere else instead? I’ve been here the past few nights and it’s dead in there anyway.”

“Do you have anywhere specific in mind?”, you asked, nervous but excited at the thought of being somewhere alone with him.

“How about the riverfront?”, he prompted and you nodded to confirm his suggestion, “I’ll drive.”

You followed him to his car which very much fit his personality and slid into the passenger seat next to him. The closeness in such a confined space was nauseating, ultimately leaving you hyper aware of your surroundings. You’d struck light conversation with him, complimenting the vehicle and listening to him talk about all the parts he’d modified or crafted himself. You learned that he was a mechanic and had been managing a local shop for a couple of years. You loved watching his face light up as he talked about some of his favorite projects and machines that he’d gotten to work on.

He asked several questions about you and seemed genuinely invested in what you had to say. The two of you lead different lives but seemed to have many similarities, most notably when it came to media interests. As he pulled into the parking area at the river, the water glittered against the moonlight and added the perfect ambiance to your conversation. Kidd seemed to be stuck on your shared interest in music, something that he was clearly passionate about has he pointed out the patches of bands on his jacket. He put on one of his favorite playlists and continued the conversation by asking if you’d ever been in a relationship.

He took in your response and asked about the qualities that you typically look for in a partner. He mentioned that he hadn’t actually been in many real relationships, it seemed that he’d had more fun than anything. It made your heart twinge when he asked what you thought about him. Nearly all of what you knew of him was recently learned and while you didn’t want to come off as overbearing, you could already feel yourself slipping into him. Spending time with Kidd just felt so right, hours had passed yet they felt like minutes.

“I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you.”, you stated honestly, “I’m so glad you called because I’m having such a great time right now… I really like you, Kidd. Thank you for bringing me here.”

His face lit up redder than his hair, his cheeks almost seeming to illuminate from the intensity of your response. His eyes were locked on yours, almost as though he were searching for any hint of doubt in your expression. He couldn’t think of another time in his life when someone talked to him the way that you had. You were so open and readily accepting of what he had to say, it was such a refreshing change of pace to break up the monotony that his life had fallen into.

Following his instincts, he leant closer and placed a hand on your leg. You froze at the contact and prepared yourself for the impending intimacy that was sure to follow. He flickered his gaze from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes again. You traded your own glances between his gaze and his hand, stilling yourself when he began to draw forward. He placed a kiss on your lips and lingered for a moment, drawing back just a few inches to gauge your reaction. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he didn’t want to lose the contact if you reciprocated. You leant your forehead against his own, attempting to steady your breath.

“I guess I should get you back, huh?”, he said lowly, the gruffness of his voice awakening a feeling deep within your abdomen.

“Unfortunately…”, you smiled as he pulled back and rubbed his fingers into the top of your thigh.

He’d kept his hand rested in its position over your leg the whole time, a comfortable silence taking hold as the two of you processed the very meaningful past several hours. As he pulled up next to your own car, you noticed that a group was standing outside the doors of the bar. You recognized Mosh by his bright pink hair and posed next to him was Hip, cigarette in hand and as lively as ever. She still hadn’t answered any of your calls or texts, something that Kidd could tell had bothered you by the change in your demeanor.

“Looks like she found her way here after all.”, he attempted to cut the tension, not exactly sure what you were thinking or feeling.

“Yeah… Should I go over and say hi? I hope she’s not upset with me.”, you asked, really wanting some advice on how to handle the awkward situation.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”, he dismissed your concerns and got out of the car, meeting you at your side as you stood on the pavement.

Mosh called out to Kidd as you made your way over to your own vehicle, a feeble attempt to end what had proved to be another long night. It had a much better outcome than the previous evening but something about Hip’s silence was beginning to bloom in your thoughts. Something was off, even if you couldn’t place exactly what it was. Abrupt silence paused the eruption of chaotic chatter when you stepped into view, a glaringly obvious shift in attitude as they realized you’d been with Kidd the entire time. You waved at everyone, told Kidd goodnight, and headed home for some much needed decompression.

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#kid pirates #one piece #one piece fanfiction #anime #one piece x reader #eustass kid #killer one piece #eustass captain kid #eustass captain kidd #captain kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #massacre soldier killer #captain kid #what you won’t ever find

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part One

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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You sat in a booth with your recently found friend Hip as the last rays of sun faded below the treeline. You’d met while the two of you were searching for the same record at the same store, your conversations often turning into her trying to convince you to visit her favorite hole-in-the-wall bar. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with her, it was just such a sudden change in pace from your usual activities.

The aesthetic of the bar was a punk’s dream with every imaginable band poster lining the walls and music playing at the perfect volume to mask light conversations. Nightfall brought an array of personalities to the establishment, each seemingly more eccentric than the last. As a group filed in through the door, you recognized Hip’s boyfriend Mosh by his neon pink hair that Hip had talked so much about. He and several members of the group took a straight line toward your booth, the awkward pressure of social interactions began weighing on you as you wanted to make a good impression.

He’d introduced you to so many people, all as unique as their names, and the conversation was volleying really well. Your initial anxieties had began to falter but resumed in full force as another group entered. They were much bigger and menacing but there was a certain allure that made you silently wish for them to wander over to your booth the same way that Mosh and his crew had. You’d lost all presence in conversation with them as you were captivated by a red head that had sat himself up at the top bar.

The bartender didn’t even take his order, he simply poured him a glass of liquor and went on serving the others with him. He tipped the glass back with painted fingernails and took a glance around the room which allowed you to get a full view. He was clad in black with a matching bandana keeping tuffs of hair from falling across his face. His button up was littered with an array of patches from metal and punk bands that you recognized, as well as a Jolly Roger that somewhat resembled his features. The most striking part of his look was the thick eyeliner and deep red lipstick that beautifully contrasted his pale skin. The ambient lighting reflected off his piercings and only served to enhance his features.

The air was becoming suffocating, especially when he made eye contact with you and held it for a few seconds too long. You couldn’t make out the expression on his stern face and could feel your own heating up. Looking away, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about getting caught staring. You’d never seen someone quite like him before and he was undeniably attractive. Without even speaking a word, he’d dominated your whole non-verbal exchange. You were thankful when you glanced up and saw that Mosh had turned in a way that shielded him from your view.

“That’s what I’m saying! Suicidal Tendencies is a great band and I’m a fan of their stuff but there’s something about Bad Religion that just can’t be topped.”, you’d caught the tail end of Hip’s conversation, “Even Kidd, who would argue for the sake of arguing, agrees.”

Mosh and the others shared in a chorus of mixed reactions but nothing could’ve prepared you for the gruff voice that yelled over them all, “Bad Religion fucks and anyone who says otherwise can eat a dick.” The pool of people that were previously acting as your shield had split open to allow entrance for the very person whom you’d just had a staring contest with.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”, Hip stated sarcastically which caused you and a few others to giggle, he must’ve been the infamous Kidd.

“What’re you laughin’ at? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”, his expression was much less intimidating than before and you could tell he was just messing with you, but it didn’t help you to be any less flustered.

Something about the way he spoke coupled with the fact that it was directed at you was causing you to short circuit. Hip graciously chimed in that the two of you were friends and that she wanted you to meet everyone. He didn’t say much in regard to her statement, instead opting to stick around with your group. It didn’t take long for his original crew to shuffle over your way and because they all knew each other, which easily allowed them to overpower the mixed chatter, you stayed mostly silent.

There didn’t seem to be many good moments to jump in but you had to admit that you were enjoying listening to them talk, Kidd especially. Your interest in him was beginning to branch beyond his aesthetic as more of his personality displayed itself during interactions with friends that he clearly cared a lot for. You couldn’t think of any other time in your life that you’d come across anyone who’d captivated you in this same way.

As the night passed into early morning, the once rowdy group having significantly dwindled in size, Hip encouraged everyone to head outside for some fresh air and a smoke break. Even more members of the group took that as their sign to leave and suddenly those left from your booth included only you, Hip, Mosh, Kidd, and Kidd’s best friend Killer who’d remained just about as silent as you had. In a turn of conversation that you hadn’t anticipated, Killer mentioned that he needed Hip and Mosh to accompany him inside as he had something he’d been meaning to show them.

All the past glances of admiration toward the red head sat heavy on your shoulders as you awkwardly stood alone with him, lingering somewhat uncomfortably as he polished off a cigarette. You felt the need to say something but your nerves were so flared that you just couldn’t come up with anything. He was not at all trying to shy away from the fact that he was eyeing you and resolved to cut through the building tension after a few painstakingly long moments.

“Hip seemed pretty damn proud of herself for draggin’ you here.”, he leant up against the building, leveraging himself to face you.

“She’s been asking me to come for a little while now, I’ve just been so busy…”, you trailed off, “I’m glad I got to come tonight, it was nice meeting all of you.”

He laughed at your statement and it almost seemed condescending. Any confidence that you were trying to build in his presence came tumbling down. He didn’t strike you as a person who would have conversations with someone for the hell of it and he had no obligation to stand with you, but something about the whole interaction was stiff and uncomfortable. In that moment, it felt like you shouldn’t be there, like you were annoying him and intruding in his space.

“I don’t think anyone has ever said that meeting me has been nice, let alone that they were glad.”, he laughed some more and glanced away from your face, “Look, I’m just gonna to say it, I saw how you were lookin’ at me in there and I’m down if you are. We can either go to my place or yours, whatever makes you comfortable.”

To describe the emotions you were feeling as floored was an understatement. You had a sinking suspicion as to what his words insinuated and when he looked back at you in waiting, your thoughts were confirmed. It wasn’t like that, in fact you hadn’t even considered that as a possibility. Of course he was undeniably attractive, but you’d built a genuine interest in who he was as a person.

You felt bad to not at least say goodbye to Hip, but that could be rectified later. You were so embarrassed and torn between being flattered or offended. Had you really made it seem like you only wanted to sleep with him? The whole situation was incredibly suffocating, you desperately needed an escape. You noticed his expression falter as you pulled out your keys, your change in body language immediately indicating your answer.

“I wasn’t trying to...”, you couldn’t finish your sentence, let alone meet his eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m just gonna head home.”

The feeling of shame and embarrassment rose exponentially as you settled in your car and made the drive home. This was obviously a mistake and each time you had declined Hip’s invitation prior was a hidden grace. A part of you wanted to talk with Hip about the situation to get some clarity, but your feelings felt so baseless. Was this even something worth talking about?

However, as fate would have it, your choice in the matter would soon be taken from you as your cellphone rang with an unknown number flashing across the screen.

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#kid pirates #one piece #one piece fanfiction #anime #one piece x reader #eustass kid #killer one piece #eustass captain kidd #captain kid #eustass captain kid #captain kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #massacre soldier killer #what you won’t ever find

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What is your favorite quality about Kidd?

My favorite quality of Kidd’s is his heart. He has so much pent up love and devotion that pours into every aspect of his life but it’s something that’s indecipherable at first glance. He cares for his crew like family and would do any and every thing in his power to provide for them. He cherishes his little found family to a degree that even his ship is named after a lost friend from his childhood. He carries that weight on his shoulders so much so that he actively made it a part of his day to day life. Each and every time someone mentions or interacts with the ship, they’re also mentioning and interacting with Victoria which ultimately keeps her as a part of his life in a very meaningful way.

The incident with Killer during their reunion at the Udon prison camp was the first major look we got at his personality outside of the typical scenarios of piracy. Killer felt like he was damaged goods, keeping himself at a distance to avoid the rejection that he expected from Kidd and the crew, meanwhile Kidd was begging and pleading for Killer to just talk to him. It posed a very interesting dichotomy that while Kidd is a brutal and intimidating pirate, he is just as equally attached to his loved ones and cherishes the people he cares about.

He told Killer that he’d send anyone who dared to laugh at him to hell and every Kidd Pirate readily laughed alongside Killer to make him feel more comfortable. That whole interaction with the crew immediately coming together for one of their loved ones is a reflection of Kidd, his values, and his leadership as a Captain. I think that Kidd and the others would do the same thing for any of their crewmates, no questions asked. If they were only heartless brutes, compassion for Killer would’ve been lost on them but it wasn’t. ♡

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Would you date Kid if he was a real guy? 😎 If you could spent a day with him (and the crew maybe) what would you do?

I would absolutely, without a doubt, date Kidd. I think that we would have a lot in common especially when I think of the similarities in our personality, interests, and how difficult our childhoods were.

If I could spend a day with Kidd and the crew, I’d want to spend it on the Victoria Punk at sea so that everyone would be in the same place at the same time. I’d want to do some simple but fun things like listen to music, do each others makeup, paint each others nails, and play card/board games. I’d want to sit in Kidd’s workshop and watch him make something while getting him to talk about what he’s building. We don’t really get to see him making things outside of battle but it’s heavily implied that he’s always tinkering so it’s something I’d want to give some appreciation to. I’d like to watch Killer work in the kitchen and maybe have him show me how to make one of his favorite recipes if he would be up to it. Much like Kidd, we don’t really see him outside of combat so it would be neat to talk about his interests or just give him the space to talk about whatever is on his mind.

Heat and Wire are portrayed as quiet intimidators but we know that they have big hearts because they readily laughed alongside Killer after the SMILE incident so that he’d feel more comfortable. I think it would be fun to talk with them about how they dress and how to come up with such a unique style. That also goes for everyone else on the ship, but their appearances stick out to me in particular. I’d ask Heat about his fire breathing and how he settled on that style of fighting because it’s such a neat skill but I’d imagine it’s a difficult one to master. Wire doesn’t seem to talk much at all but I just know there’s a mountain of a personality underneath the silence so I’d try to interact with him in a group setting where the conversation could volley more comfortably.

Bubblegum, Dive, UK, Pomp, Boogie, Mosh, Quincy, and House are the people that I think would be up to the most shenanigans. It would be so fun to hang out and spur them on, especially when they’re actively trying to irritate Kidd. I can’t exactly explain why, but I think it would be fun to pester Kidd the same way he does to others. All too often the fun aspects of piracy are overshadowed by the lesser desirable aspects of that lifestyle so it would be nice to really take the fun moments and roll with them for as long as possible.

I genuinely feel that once they’re comfortable and could establish trust with someone, they’d be one of most fulfilling and enjoyable groups of people to become a part of. I can say with complete certainty that there would never be a dull moment. ♡

#thank you for asking this #it was really fun to give it some thought :)#kid pirates #one piece #one piece fanfiction #eustass kid #killer one piece #anime #eustasscaptainkid

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I love your account and the kid Pirates 😍 I have a question: I dont really get why Killer is wearing a mask 🤔. He's a handsome guy and if its because of his laugh you can still hear it underneath the mask. Do you think he hides something else like a third eye? 👁️

Thank you! :) I think that while anything is a possibility, it all stems down to a total lack of self esteem and severe confidence issues. Kidd mentioned that one of Killer’s main reasons for adopting the mask was because he hated his laugh and at some point stopped laughing out loud at all. Additionally, Killer went as far as to use bandages to conceal the majority of his face in Wano after being forced to eat the defective SMILE, something that totally wrecked his psyche. When they reunited at the prison in Udon, we got a very intimate look at the true extent of Killer’s issues and how little he values himself as well as the true significance of his relationship with Kidd. While Wano is a long arc, the in-story chronological timeline spans over a few weeks which is not a time frame that would cause the usual person’s psyche to breakdown the way Killer’s did. It really seems like Killer is only living for Kidd and the crew, he didn’t even give any consideration to dying for them and was ready to be a martyr at a moments notice if it meant he could secure their future.

The effects of the fruit certainly played a role in the psychosis he experienced, but it couldn’t have only been from the fruit as others who were forced to eat it were in exponentially better shape than him. I genuinely think he thought it was all over for him, perhaps he thought Kidd and the crew would see him as damaged goods and no longer the pillar of a combatant that he was before. The way I interpret the scene of Kidd trying so hard to get through to him, Killer only sobbing and laughing in response, was the result of total shock that Kidd was immediately accepting of him just as he always had been. In fact, Kidd needed Killer in that moment just as much as Killer wanted to return to Kidd.

In short, the mask stems from self hatred which is so devastating because his innermost thoughts sabotage the reality that he’s deeply loved and cherished by Kidd and the crew. (He’s also insanely attractive, let’s be real.)

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Love your Valentines Kid and Killer HC ❤️💖 especially the Poly. Could you do a nsfw Poly? Reader is seduced by Kid and Killer and spends a night with them. 😏

Depraved (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

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Content Warning: nsfw, afab!reader, light spanking, masturbation, fem!terms used, descriptive language, penetrative sex

Content Description: Killer requests the help of the reader but the situation isn’t what it seems ♡

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You were on the last step of your routine following a shower when you heard heavy boots approach your cabin, the handle of the door being roughly twisted to no avail. You’d only locked the door to change, something that had apparently interfered with the plans of your visitor as several knocks filled the silence in the room. You’d quickly slipped on a nightie in order to address the knocking, curiosity turning to amusement when you swung the door open to reveal Killer. The sun was just starting to slip past the horizon and the last golden rays of the day illuminated his blonde hair in such a beautiful way, you couldn’t help but admire him.

“I need your help if you have a minute.”, he stated flatly, tucking unoccupied hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Absolutely.”, you replied quickly, following after him as he took long strides toward the cabin he shared with Kidd.

He entered the room first, it was rather dark and left you with more questions than you had before. You’d turned to close the door behind you but before you could get a grasp on the situation, Killer caged you between himself and the painted wood. The lack of escape coupled with the feeling of his massive body easily overtaking your own was dizzying. You recognized the familiar clicks of his mask being removed, his bare lips making their way to your neck.

“Killer…”, you mewled out to him at the sudden contact, a chuckle coming from across the room causing you to flinch in his grasp.

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”, Kidd teased as he watched the situation unfold in front of him.

It had become glaringly obvious that this was no simple request for assistance, that was only an excuse they’d come up with to corner you. Killer could feel you start to squirm against him, prompting him to lift you at the waist and take you to the bed. He sat himself down and positioned you on his lap while Kidd sat on the loveseat parallel to the two of you. Kidd’s eyes were sitting low and you could only imagine that Killer held the same dark expression, the intensity of the moment causing warmth to pool between your legs to the point of throbbing arousal.

“What’s… going on?”, you managed to ask, totally embarrassed at how much they were affecting you.

“Well…”, Killer started as he tilted you to rest your back again his chest, spreading your legs to sit across his thighs, “The Captain asked me to bring you to him and who am I to disobey Captain’s orders?”

You instinctively reached to pull the hem of your nightie down, exponentially more embarrassed that you hadn’t put on any bottoms. Kidd rubbed a hand over his face to ground himself in the moment, watching you struggle to cover yourself while Killer maneuvered you as he pleased was such a sight to behold. He could feel himself strain against his pants, internally fighting the urge to reach out and take you from his partner for himself.

“Hey, it’s alright.”, Killer rubbed your thighs with big, warm hands, “Let us take care of you.”

He placed a few soothing kisses to your cheek and shoulder as his hands massaged the plush of your inner thighs. Your head fell back against his shoulder while your hands gripped his forearms, fire seared through your nerves as his fingertips gently caressed your folds. He brought them higher and added a bit of pressure while rubbing tiny circles against your sensitive bud, humming in response to your gasps and whimpers.

“Does that feel good sweetheart?”, Killer mumbled in your ear, relishing the way you writhed in pleasure for him.

“Yes, Kill…”, you spoke softly, leaning your face up to place a kiss on his lips.

He quickened his ministrations on your clit, anticipating the impending climax that was clearly dangling you off a ledge. Kidd watched as glistening slick dribbled down your tender flesh, an indication of how well Killer was servicing you. He freed his aching cock from his bottoms, stroking himself a few times to find some semblance of relief but it just wasn’t enough. He needed to touch you, to be as physically close to you as Killer and perhaps more. The sound of Kidd standing and walking caused you to divert your attention to him, immediately tensing when you felt his thick fingers begin to circle your opening.

“Relax for me, (Y/N).”, he huskily commanded, your widened and glassy eyes spurring him on.

He worked a finger in and out a few times before quickly following with a second. The combination of sensations had you mumbling incoherent phrases, clamping down on Kidd’s digits while throbbing against Killer’s. All the muscles in your body tightened, your abdomen spasming as you came undone for the both of them. Killer slowed his pace to allow you to ride out your climax before bringing his hands up to massage your hips as Kidd’s fingers made scissoring motions inside.

Kidd leant down to bring you into a feverish kiss, sucking your tongue and hooking his arm under your back. He lifted you to sit up on the edge of the bed with your thighs dangling on either side of his own, grinding his hips into yours. The sticky sound that emanated from his motions was pornographic, effectively causing your arousal to create a mess between your legs. Killer took the opportunity to shed his own bottoms, stroking himself to the sight of Kidd manhandling you in the same manner that the Captain had observed before. You steadied yourself by throwing your arms around Kidd’s shoulders, resolving that his patience had certainly dwindled by this point. He trailed the head of his cock up and down your puffy folds, settling his motions by nesting the tip at your entrance. Your hands gripped at his hair as he thrusted himself in, prompting the Captain to groan at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You feel so fucking good (Y/N)…”, he grunted into your ear, kissing your neck before continuing, “You love this don’t you? Getting your little pussy fucked by the Captain and his first mate, it makes you feel so good doesn’t it?”

His filthy words mixed with his unrelenting pounding had driven all the air from your lungs. He was just so big and warm, always filling you up perfectly. You couldn’t muster any words, only capable of moaning and nodding your head as a fiery sensation began to build in your lower belly for the second time that night. A strangled gasp escaped your lips when you felt a harsh slap on your ass, Kidd hissing as you clamped down on him from the unexpected impact. The sudden change in friction caused him to cum almost immediately, inadvertently bringing an end to his time with you.

“Use your words.”, Killer said authoritatively, bringing himself against your back once more.

“Y-Yes, it feels g-good.”, you forced yourself to speak, earning a rather sadistic sounding chuckle from Kidd as he playfully nipped at your neck.

“Good girl.”, Killer praised you, moving his hands to grasp the underneath of your thighs.

“You took that so fucking well.”, Kidd kissed your forehead as he removed himself, “You’re such a good girl.”

His praise caused you to tremble, he wasn’t usually quite this soft so you were certain he’d needed this. You watched him plop back onto the loveseat and resume his initial position for observation, your thoughts of him being cut off as Killer positioned you over his own member. His strength was on full display as he effortlessly guided you down onto his cock, the change in position and sensation of being taken from behind with so much extra slick in the mix caused you to whimper loudly. He shushed you and cooed at how proud he was of you, how pretty you were all laid out and open just for the two of them.

He pistoned his hips at a feverish pace against your own, that familiar burning in your belly returning at full force as he pounded so unrelentingly deep. His moans were low, sitting just below your own pleasure constricted mumbling. He could feel your wonderful spasms begin to flutter around his length, urging him to bring a hand back to your clit. He was already so close himself and did everything he could to hold off so that he could feel you come undone around him. His calloused fingers brought you right over that blissful edge once again, him filling you past capacity in tandem.

Kidd’s face, neck, and ears were glowing the brightest shade of blush you’d ever seen. He could be so domineering in the moment but the clarity after seemed to leave him a bit shy. Killer had a tendency to ease into the moment at the expense of his own shyness, reclaiming confidence after the fact and always providing the best aftercare. It was such a wholesome dynamic and the more you thought about it, the faster the tears welled in your eyes. They made you feel loved, wanted, and safe above all else. You brought your hands to your face to try and conceal your sobs, immediately causing worry to erupt between the two men.

“Talk to us (Y/N), are you hurt?”, Killer gently pulled your hands away and brushed away the falling tears.

“I just love you so much.”, you admitted while nuzzling against his chest, a content smile breaking out across his features as he rubbed your back.

“What about me?”, Kidd grumbled from across the room, not doing a very great job of hiding his jealously.

“I guess I love you too, Captain.”, you teased, cementing the sweet moment in your memory.

“HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GUESS?!”, He raised his voice but not at all out of anger, instead looking to tease back and lighten the mood.

“We love you too.”, Killer rolled his eyes at Kidd and placed a kiss on your temple, “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Kidd huffed his way into the bathroom to help get ready for aftercare, the remainder of your evening spent being pampered and held by your partners.

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#kid pirates #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #anime #eustass kid #killer one piece #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #captain kid x reader #eustass captain kid

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Do you think there's something going on between Kid and Hip? She's a similar type as Victoria and when Shanks hit Kid, she kneeled and touched him in Sorrow. 🤔👀

I didn’t get that impression, it seemed like she reached out to him and reacted to his injuries the way a sister would if she’d just watched her brother get mortally wounded. It doesn’t seem like there’s anything going on between Kidd and Hip (or any of the others) that is inherently romantic at all. They are very much a found family and while it is possible that some of them fool around or experiment with each other, I just don’t think their behavior fits that kind of dynamic. Kidd is driven by his goals and inclinations to become the king of the pirates and as I’ve mentioned many times before, I feel like Kidd would become romantically interested in someone sporadically. It’s definitely not something that I think he’s actively seeking but it is something that could happen if it was the right person, the right place, and the right time, essentially how it happened with Victoria. I also think that while it isn’t impossible for him to fall for someone on the crew, he’d be more likely to fall for someone and then ask them to be a Kidd Pirate so that his relationship with them would be built from a more personal connection that isn’t only about supporting him as a Captain.

Something else to think about is that Kidd flat out ignored Hip when she was begging him to retreat from Big Mom during their fight on Onigashima out of fear of him potentially being killed. He obviously loves and values her as a friend and crew member, but I don’t think he would have totally ignored those words if they were said by someone closer to him such as Killer or a lover. As far as Hip seeming to be a similar type as Victoria, I also don’t see Kidd having one set type. His beloved crew members are incredibly eclectic and can really only be categorized under the very large umbrella that is the punk aesthetic. Kidd and his crew seem to be drawn to people that are like themselves characteristically, not giving much or any consideration to someone’s physical appearance. I don’t think it would matter what a person looked like much (if at all), it would come down to their personality and how socially compatible they are with Kidd and the others.

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Kid and Killer are both awesome and they share such a deep bond ❤️. Might not have one without the other. I keep thinking about what it would be like to have a love triangle with Kid and Killer. What would that look like and who would play which role in the relationship?👀🔥🔥🔥😋

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I agree, I definitely don’t think you could have one without the other. They are two sides of the same coin, the same soul split in two. That dynamic is what makes the idea of a love triangle so interesting with them because it’d be a constant push and pull, both of them so stubborn and unrelenting so that the other could have their chance with you.

As far as instigating the whole thing, it could result from either of them at any given time though I don’t see them being the type to actively seek out a relationship. It’s far more likely that a mutual attraction spontaneously occurs similar to what happened with Victoria and when it does inevitably happen, Kidd and Killer are locked in before they even fully realize its going on.

Perhaps it starts with some increasingly intimate interactions in the common areas of the ship, maybe some out of place compliments given by a red-faced Kidd or an unusually talkative Killer. If you happened to be a non-member of the crew, prepare to be asked to join and don’t even attempt to decline as they’ve already sunk their teeth deep into you when it comes to that point. They wouldn’t force you to be with them romantically, but they’re very protective of those they care about and would want to ensure your safety from the haven of the ship.

Kidd might notice that Killer has gotten comfortable around you rather quickly, especially if he’s talking more or allowing you to occupy the kitchen while he cooks, but Killer certainly knows that Kidd is smitten way before Kidd is ready to acknowledge those feelings himself. Kidd’s demeanor is far too open and boisterous which makes his ‘subtle’ changes in behavior that much more obvious, especially since he and Killer know every little thing about one another.

If you maintained a level interest in them both, there would be some inner dialog that makes them question whether you’re being friendly or if you’re actually flirting with them as it seems. This is where the mutual pining would come into play (more on that here) as they may grow a bit distant to see if you’ll seek them out on your own. If they didn’t know about each other’s feelings before, it becomes glaringly obvious when they notice that the other is intentionally avoiding you.

They’d slip away to Kidd’s workshop or their cabin to talk about what exactly is going on, from there it all gets laid out on the table. The major issue that you’d face is that they both value the other’s happiness so much that they’d willingly let you go for the sake of the other. Killer is specifically affected by this sentiment as he has such heavy self image issues and wouldn’t be confident that you’d want to be with someone like him in the first place.

When you can’t ignore their sudden polarization anymore, you seek council from some of your closest crewmates who have sat back and watched the whole thing unfold at a painfully slow pace. Any doubts or insecurities you have would be quickly diminished as they’d reassure you that both Kidd and Killer are interested, they’re just silly little guys who don’t know how to properly communicate their feelings. This could be where the option of a polycule is presented. They’re both wonderful men and realistically, who could choose between them?

They would be open and accepting of the idea, but I don’t see their dynamic changing much at all. They’d still be partners in that platonic soul-mate way and you’d be their new little partner, the platonic aspect of their relationship being completely lost when it comes to you.

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Could you do a story where the reader comes accidently in when Kid and Killer take a bath and stays with them because Kid calls her prudent 👀🙏😋

Bath Time (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

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Content Warning: suggestive language ♡

Content Description: gn!reader stumbles upon Kidd and Killer taking a bath

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Things had been unusually quiet on the ship for an uncomfortable amount of time, an embarrassing feeling of longing washing over you as the Captain and his First Mate had been tucked away for the majority of the day. You’d recently exchanged your mutual affections for one another, but the awkward phase of the blossoming relationship hadn’t yet subsided. A few of your crewmates trekked here and there, but each of them were wrapped up in their own responsibilities.

Your duties had already been completed and your cabin was immaculately organized, nothing else seemed to require your attention or assistance. You’d tried to spend some time with Kidd in his workshop after breakfast, but it didn’t last long as the music was so ear-splittingly loud that you couldn’t focus long enough to enjoy it or him. Killer had been busy in the kitchen prepping meals for the week and the last thing you wanted was to get in his way or annoy him, especially considering your crewmates on dish duty had likely been talking his ear off.

Resolving to take yet another lap around the ship to occupy yourself with some kind of activity, you took notice that the kitchen was now empty. Similarly, Kidd’s workshop was dark and eerily silent. This meant that they were either dwelling in one of the common areas or they’d snuck back to their shared cabin to relax. You’d tried not to be so overtly clingy but as you rounded the stairs leading to yet another empty common area, the urge to trail to their cabin overtook your thoughts. The space had only recently become freely accessible to you so there was still come uncertainty about the parameters of intrusion but against your initial anxieties, you approached their door.

You took a few deep breaths to calm your growing anticipation before knocking against the painted wood. Hearing Kidd yell for you to come in, you swung the door open and let them know that it was only you. You expected them to be lounging on the couch or resting in the bed but the room was empty apart from their boots by the door. You removed your own shoes and placed them in their designated spot, trailing to the door of the bathroom where the two men must’ve been congregating. You were not prepared to see them fully nude, leant back in the massive bathtub and chatting about nothing in particular.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in the tub.”, you said, not specifying the phrase to either of them while backing away from the door, the embarrassment materializing across your deeply reddened cheeks and ears.

You could hear very faint laughter, unlikely of Kidd and an evident slip up from Killer. When the sound of splashing and footsteps began, you stumbled to a seat to try and make yourself look somewhat natural. The two of them were not phased by each others nudity at all but it was a skill that you’d yet to manage. Much to your shock and surprise, Kidd stepped out from around the corner with nothing covering himself. You hid your face in your hands and he bellowed out at how shy his little partner was proving to be. He’d likely never say it, but messing with you like this had become one of his favorite things. He and Killer had been hoping that you’d seek them out at this time of the day, especially considering they’d been so busy earlier on.

His footsteps halted in front of you and the room grew silent for a few seconds too long. When you spread your fingers just enough to look up at him, he leant down and effortlessly gathered you in his arm. He took off back to the bath and the realization of what was going to happen dawned on you.

“I don’t need a bath.”, you pleaded, looking anywhere but Killer’s naked self giving you a knowing smile as Kidd began stepping back into the water, “I still have my clothes on and I really don’t need a bath.”

“I know you won’t strip and get in with us already in here.”, he sunk into the still steaming water, positioning you between he and Killer, “You’re so nervous and for what exactly?”

“Don’t lay it on too thick, Kidd.”, Killer put his hand on your back and started ruffling up the wet fabric, taunting you in his own way, “This is supposed to be relaxing, remember?”

“Yeah, I know but you have to admit it’s cute seeing (Y/N) all flustered like this.”, Kidd played into Killer’s hand, reaching at the waistband of your pants which caused you to jolt.

“I can do it!”, you squeaked out, keeping your eyes completely forward, “Can we have some bubbles or something?”

“Why? So you can hide?”, Kidd leant deathly close to your ear which prompted you to lean closer to Killer, “Or maybe so you don’t accidentally look at my big-”

“THAT’S IT!”, you raised your voice above his to stop whatever depraved sentence he was about to finish, “I am so out of here.”

You attempted to stand only to be pinned against Killer’s chest, the violent splashing of the water causing you to giggle as Kidd took the opportunity to shed your bottoms. He launched them into the sink across the room as Killer helped you peel off your top, throwing it to the rest of your drenched garments. You did your best to allow yourself to relax despite the crippling nerves that were eating away at how vulnerable and close the three of you were in this moment. You’d closed your eyes to afford yourself some kind of emotional support, the contentment shared between your lovers slowly starting to envelop you as well.

“Want me to wash your hair sweetheart?”, Killer’s sudden words next to your other ear caused you to flinch, Kidd once again amused by your reaction and lamenting that they’d have to do this more often.

As intimate and sweet as the gesture was, this was beginning to look like a long evening of uncomfortable but embraced experiences shared between the three of you.

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A Long Week

Kid X F!Reader X Killer No warnings here just Killer and Kid being sweet to their girlfriend because she had a bad week. I wrote this for @motherofflies because she had a rough week.

You slammed the captain's quarters door shut and dropped your bag on the floor, the weight of the week finally lifting from your shoulders. With a weary sigh, you plopped onto the massive bed in the center of the room, burying your face in the pillow. The muffled sounds of frustration escaped as you let out a yell.

The door creaked open, and your sweet boyfriend, Killer, the first mate, cautiously entered the room. He approached the bed and sat down beside you. "Having a rough go at it, huh?" he asked as he ran a hand through your disheveled hair.

You nodded into the pillow; your voice slightly muffled but somehow, he still understood you. "Everything that could go wrong did. I just needed to let it out."

Killer ran a soothing hand over your back. "Well, you survived and, you’re back on the ship with me and Kid, everything’s okay now sweet girl.”

Just as Killer was offering his comforting presence, the door swung open once more, and your other boyfriend, Kid, with an attitude to match his fiery red hair, strode in. "What's all the damn yelling about?"

You raised your head from the pillow, shooting him a glance. "Just had a rough week away from the ship. Needed a moment to scream into a pillow, that's all."

Kid's expression shifted, his face contorting a harsh frown "Who am I killing?" he asked, a seriousness in his voice brought a heavy feeling to the entire room.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No one, not everything can be solved with violence, you know."

"I know," Kid replied, "but whatever asshole it is, they deserve to die screaming for upsetting you" he said, rather matter-of-factly.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "Unbelievable! You're something else, you know that?"

"Well, I can't believe I get to call someone like you mine. I got to take care of you, you know?" Kid's eyes softened as he looked at you, brushing a stray hair off your face. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"How about a hot meal and a nice bath instead of Kid burning a city down?" Killer suggested.

You laughed. "That sounds perfect, Killer. A meal and a bath are exactly what I need right now."

"Great, I'll make your food. Kid can draw you a bath.”

Kid and Killer left you in the bed, the door softly closing behind them. As you lay there you focused on what was around you, the gentle rocking of the ship, the warmth of the bedding, surrounded by the scents of your two lovers, you almost began to doze off.

After some time, they returned, Killer carrying a tray with all your favorites and a straw, three goblets accompanied by a large bottle of plum wine. Kid not far behind with a bottle of lotion in hand. Killer sat at the head of the bed with you and poured your glass. Kid settled at the foot of the bed and began to rub your feet and lower legs as you enjoyed the meal.

You took a sip of the wine, feeling its warmth spreading through you. Killer rubbed the back of your neck, engaging in light conversation about the week. As you relaxed, you winced a little.

"Kid, maybe a bit gentler on the foot rub" you suggested.

Kid looked up "Oi! Just trying to work out those knots, who are you to give orders to your captain?"

Killer fussed at your shared lover. "We want her to feel pampered, not pummeled."

"Alright, alright" he grumbled.

After the delightful meal came to an end, you felt a contented warmth settling within you. The Killer cleared the dishes, Kid stood up from the foot of the bed and stretched his right arm out to you "Let’s get your ass in the bath; it's ready."

The water was just the right temperature. Candles flickered around the room, casting a gentle glow. Fragrant lavender scented bubbles floated on the surface, their sweet scent filling the air and creating a soothing ambiance.

Kid settled into the bath, drawing you onto his lap. As you nestled against him, he gently pulled you closer. You couldn't help but feel the solid strength of his well-toned chest and abs beneath your touch.

He scrubbed your back down with a loofah as you traced your fingers along some of his freckles. Every so often the pads of your fingers catching a scar.

"Feels nice?" he asked, his voice carrying a gentle warmth that you weren’t used to hearing.

"Yes" you replied, sinking further into the bath. "It's incredibly relaxing. Thank you, Kid."

He grinned, continuing his attentive strokes with the loofah. "Anything for you, babygirl. You deserve a bit of pampering."

By the time Kid finished washing your body, Killer arrived, he began to shed his mask and then his clothes. As he proceeded to undress, the soft glow of the candles played on his features, he was such a pretty man. Seeing him without the mask was such a rare treat, one you couldn’t resist taking in.

As Killer eased into the bath, the water shifted, rising but not overfilling. Bubbles displaced, and one playfully landed on Kid. Kid took a handful and flung it onto Killer. The boys laughed at each other. Killer threatening to get Kid back later when you were sleeping.

Killer turned on the sprayer hose, adjusting it to a light spray. Warm water cascaded onto your scalp and down your back and, creating a blissful sensation. With care, Killer applied shampoo and began a gentle massage. His fingers worked in gentle circles, massaging your scalp in a way that almost put you to sleep right on top of Kid. He then detangled and conditioned your hair with a touch far more delicate than you’ve ever used on your own hair.

After Killer had rinsed the last bit of product off, Kid picked you up from the water and wrapped you in the fluffiest towel. He carried you to out of the bathroom and laid you down on the soft sheets. He dried your body off as Killer came behind you and dried your hair.

The three of you settled in bed, nestled between these two behemoths of men. Surrounded by their comforting presence, you felt small and protected. You drifted towards sleep guided by the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests, the gentle murmur of their breaths, and the warmth of their firm bodies pressed against you.

You woke up to Killer’s warm hand gently rubbing your shoulder.

“Not yet” you said as you buried your face deeper into the crook of Kid’s neck and cuddled closer to him.

“Come on, sweet girl, its half past noon, you guys’ can’t sleep the day away, besides we have plans.”

“Kid?!”

“Kid, we are late!”

That seemed to do the trick, as Kid sat straight up in the bed.

“Oi, seven hells! I’m up, we’re up” Kid said as slid off him.

“What plans?” you yawned out.

“You’ll see” the shouted in unison.

#i love it so much #I’m crying actual tears #This was so fluffy and sweet and warm and AHH

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