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If you are a Brook lover, this is for you!! @cinnbar-bun is so talented with her writing. And the way Brook is written is just so, well, BROOK. Love that skeleton and his funky lil' laugh.

Gentleman- (Brook x Reader) SMUT

Summary: You and Brook have been doing this for a while now, teasing each other and seeing who will make the first move. Ever the gentleman, Brook is happy to play along until you give him permission to go further.

Rating: NSFW

Content: AFAB and GN! Reader, teasing, consensual voyeurism tease, strap-on, handcuffs + restraints, explicit consent, slight temp play, inappropriate use of Brook's DF, Brook and Reader being teases and menaces to each other, missionary, and confessions of love.

Also a bonus ending haha.

Word Count: ~3.1k

A/n: Requested <3 Yes we ARE fucking the skeleton man and god damn it he is the best of the best. No I am not accepting criticism nor will I get therapy. THIS IS FOR ALL THE BROOK STANS WHO ARE THIRSTY FOR MORE. DON'T WORRY, YOUR GIRL IS JUST AS THIRSTY FOR HIM TOO! Thank you for the request, darling, and I hope you enjoy!!! This was a blast to write.

You can read on my AO3 here!

“Brook, are you coming with us to shop?” Luffy asked. Brook took a drag of his cigarette and glanced over to your figure sitting on the deck. He hummed then shook his head. 

“Sorry, Luffy, I’ll have to pass on that today,” Brook stated. The smoke was leaking through his eye sockets and nose, but he could still make you out. He knew you were listening in, and the mischievous grin on your face told him you enjoyed his answer. 

And, well, he had to admit, he quite enjoyed your reaction too. He exhaled another puff of smoke as Luffy shrugged. 

“Okay. You and (Y/n) can watch the ship then,” Luffy waved. The other crew members had gotten off the ship, but Robin was the last to go, following behind Luffy after glancing at you and Brook with a raised brow. Brook didn’t give her an inch, continuing to casually smoke as if everything was well. At this moment, he didn’t particularly care what Robin may or may not have thought. The game was just beginning again, and he had a role to play. 

Today… perhaps today would finally be the day he could manage to win the prize. 

As Robin’s heels clicking eventually got quieter, Brook exhaled again. Smoking didn’t particularly do much for him as a pile of bones, but the few glances you’d shoot at him before looking down again confirmed to him that you indeed seemed to enjoy it. He didn’t take you for the type, but then again, he didn’t take you for the type to do any of things you were doing now. 

He also didn’t think he was the type to play along with it as well. 

It seemed that despite being dead and a skeleton, he was still a man through and through. The thought humored and comforted him somewhat, while also making him feel absolutely ridiculous. 

You kept drinking quietly on your spot in the deck, with a spare cup of tea right beside you. 

Of course you’d make tea. He loved tea. And this little “invitation” of yours would be nothing but trouble, should he accept. 

He strode over to you and picked up the cup. It was still warm, the perfect temperature for him to drink it at. 

“Ah, thank you for the tea, my dear,” Brook said in appreciation, with a hint of the profane beneath that kindness. You looked up to him and smiled. 

“I figured you’d want some. You’re my drinking buddy,” you joke, using the old nickname he gave for the both you. He chuckles and takes a sip. 

“It’s a lovely day outside, isn’t it?” He says, not really caring about the weather. You don’t care about it either, keeping your eyes trained onto his. 

“Mhm. It’s just a bit too hot for me…” you fan your face with your hand before tugging at your tight top. He knows what you’re pulling. He’s a lot taller than you, so he can look down at you as you show off your cleavage by tugging on the top. He doesn’t show any emotion or do anything beyond just sip his tea. He’s not letting you win this one today. 

You’re not impressed with his reaction, as he sees your face falter for a brief second. You arch your back and groan loudly. 

“Oh man, my back is killing me,” you say dramatically. He continues to watch as you stretch, curiously thinking of how you would look on your bed. 

Snap out of it!

“That’s too bad. Perhaps you should try to take it easy today,” he suggests. “Maybe lay down for a while?” 

“That sounds nice but I was thinking about taking a bath right now,” you say as you run a hand through your hair and stand up. Even when you were standing, you still had to look up at him due to his height. You don’t even wait for his reply as you turn around and stretch again, this time bending over so he can take a good look at your behind. “See you in a bit,” you wink. 

Brook can feel the cracks beginning to form in the cup he’s holding. 

“Enjoy your bath. Should I be watching over you just in case?” He asks. It is the game you two have played, but even with his own fantasies, he won’t overstep with you. 

“I’d like that,” you say, giving him permission. “I’ll feel much safer knowing you’re keeping an eye on me.” 

And just like that, you two have folded. You saunter away, making sure to glance back at him over your shoulder. Brook feels the excitement running through his bones. He follows after you, keeping a sizeable distance while you disappear into your room to change. He waits outside, and he’s eager to use his Devil Fruit to take a peek, but that would spoil the fun, he thinks. 

So he waits. He hears the fumbling of your clothes, the opening of some drawers, some metal clinking- and then a small yelp. 

He drops his composure and knocks on the door. 

“(Y/n)! Are you alright in there?” He asks. 

“Yes. I need some help though. Can you come in?” He immediately swings open the door once you ask, and he’s shocked at the sight. 

You’re leaning on your bed, a towel wrapped around you while you hold your knee. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod. 

“I think it might be a small cut. Could you open that drawer over there and hand me a bandage?” You ask, pointing at the small nightside next to the bed. He nods and opens the drawer before another gasp. 

Inside is… 

He closes it. 

“M-my mistake,” he quickly apologizes, the embarrassment obvious in his voice. You click your tongue and dramatically sigh. 

“Oh, stupid me. I forgot that was where I keep my strap on and handcuffs!” You reply, and he glances at you to see you look completely fine while batting your eyes again at him. “I’m just so silly. I hope no handsome skeleton tries to use them with me right now. That would be awful.” 

You lean in closer to him, and he does too, admittedly enjoying how coy and forward you’re being today. 

“It would be a shame. How much would you dislike it if he did such a thing?” Brook asks, letting one of his fingers trail down the side of your face before he grabs your chin. 

“I’d absolutely despise it,” you whisper, and the heat of your breath sends shivers down his spine. 

“Well, fortunately for you, I am no handsome skeleton. Is that okay?” He whispers back as his other hand opens the drawer to bring out the fuzzy handcuffs you had there. 

“It’s more than okay,” you reply, and that’s all he needs before he quickly pins you to your bed and cuffs you. This is the furthest the two of you have gone, and you both relish in the surprise and excitement on your faces. 

He notices the way your face turns brighter, the smile on your face getting larger, and the way your chest rises up a little faster due to your breathing. It’s all so enticing to him. He can’t help but look at you as if you’re the only thing in the world right now. In this moment, you might as well be. 

“We should be quick, yes? I imagine the others will be back soon,” he reminds you. 

“I don’t care, honestly. I’m sure some of them probably figured it out already. Now come on, are you going to fuck me, or what?” You smirk. 

“You’re quite mouthy, darling. I thought you had some manners,” Brook teases your language, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle. 

“Sorry. Please, Brook, will you fuck me, or what?” 

“We’ll get there eventually,” he laughs back. He holds your restrained wrists with one bony hand (geez, was he always this strong?) and lets the other trail over your loose towel. He swiftly yanks it off with one tug, and lets it lay under the bottom half of your body, like the gentleman he is. He is amazed you’re letting your body be barren for him to see- to explore, finally. 

It is a tantalizing figure, as his fingers trace the outline of your body, from your collarbone, over your soft chest, to your stomach. The trembling breath you release is music to his ears, and he can’t wait to hear more. 

“Your body is a work of art, dear,” he says with a soft and genuine tone of voice. It catches you by surprise, as you look up at him with wide eyes. “I mean it. You’re very lovely.” 

His fingers keep stroking over your skin, and he enjoys the feel of it. He wants to remember this moment for decades to come. He wants to indulge in this feeling, of this gorgeous human presented underneath him. In his years of living (and unliving), he hadn’t quite felt so attracted to another. And though he knew what the end would bring, he still wanted to spend a moment with you. To allow him and you the chance to finally be one. 

“May I continue?” He asks. You nod and make another sound of encouragement. His hand cups at your breast, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh in his hand. It is soft and warm. It’s unlike anything else, really. 

You’re warm all over, and the natural heat of your body makes him long and desire more. 

“Can I try something?” Brook pauses his ministrations and you nod. 

“Go ahead, Brook,” you respond your curiosity peaked. Brook places the hand against your stomach and you instantly gasp when you feel a slight chill where is his hand is. 

“Brook-!” You let out such a delicious moan of his name, and he grins. 

“You like that?” 

“Yes, go on…” you whimper. He gets excited at this, and begins to run his hand along your warm skin, cooling it off gently with his powers. The sensation makes you shiver and let out beautiful sounds he wishes to hear more of. 

Now he’s feeling a bit selfish. He wants to pull more sounds out of you. 

He stops with the cooling touch and instead has his hand travel to your lower region. 

“Ah, you’re dripping wet,” He teases, running a finger through your folds and showing you the sticky fluid on it. It’s almost embarrassing, but you’ve long abandoned shame for this moment. 

“Don’t take so much time,” you whine. 

“Darling, you can’t expect me to see this and not enjoy your body, do you?” At this, he leans down to your ear while his thumb circles your clit and a finger enters your body. The loud exhale you let out was lovely. “Allow me to show you what you have done to me with all that damn teasing.” 

His finger moves faster, before he adds another and you throw your head back. 

“Heh, you’re just upset you kept falling for them,” you cheekily respond. 

“Perhaps. But no more games right now. I want you. I want you badly,” Brook replied earnestly. 

His fingers were stretching you out, and you moaned. 

“And you want me, too,” he adds. You nod. 

“In the drawer… lube in there…” you breathlessly say. He complied and quickly brings out the bottle. 

“Yohohoho! You really came prepared!” Brook laughed. “I guess I should get undressed, shouldn’t I? Although, I’m already naked!” 

You rolled your eyes at another of his bad jokes, but he saw how you had a small smile on your face. 

“Just take them off, Brook,” you chuckle, and Brook slowly removed his fingers from inside you. He removed his jacket and pants, revealing himself fully to you. Even though most of his skeleton was visible on a usual basis, to expose himself like this to you, in this context, was almost… frightening to him. He let you stare for a moment, let you take it in, in case you wished for him to stop. He certainly wouldn’t blame you if you had said so. 

But instead, you tilted your head towards the toy and looked at him with raised brows. 

“You ready?” You asked, confused and sounding vulnerable- as if you were afraid he wished to leave. Brook ran his thumb over your cheeks. 

“Yes. Very much so. I’ve waited a long time for this,” he replied in a hushed manner. With that, he had attached the strap on to his pelvis and applied a liberal amount of lube so as to not hurt you. He held your hips and gently rubbed the dildo across your folds a few times to stimulate you. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes. Go ahead, Brook,” you replied, and with a swift thrust, he sunk into your soft walls. Although he couldn’t feel it, the noise you made was precious. Beautiful. You took deep breaths to adjust, and Brook rubbed your stomach in tender circles to soothe you. 

“Sh….sh… tell me when to go, dear,” he whispered. You swallowed roughly before panting out a ‘go’, and he began to move his hips. Your chest and body bounced with every thrust he made, and he watched in amusement at the way your face contorted with pleasure. 

“Oh, geez, Brook… fuck…” you moaned out loud, freely expressing yourself knowing that none fo the other members were here. 

“Good, good… let it out. Let it all out. Let me hear your voice,” Brook ordered. He moved a hand lower down your body and let his thumb rub your clit again. The sensation of the toy inside you and his finger against your sensitive nub drove you mad, making you scream in joy and ecstasy. 

“Harder!” You yelled, and Brook complied by thrusting his hips faster. He leaned down towards you, pinning your arms again with his other hand. 

“As you wish, my dear. But don’t blame me if you can’t walk after, alright?” You were too focused on the pleasure to respond or care, giving a weak nod. Brook found it almost cute, but he didn’t want to embarrass you or make you feel self-conscious, so he kept the thought to himself. 

The pleasure in you was growing as Brook continued to hold you tighter, squeeze you harder, and fuck you faster. It was almost inhuman how hard he was going, and the attention he was giving to your body made you melt against the bed. You whined, begged, pleaded, and cried pathetically, thanking Brook for the pleasurable experience. 

“You’re getting close, hm? You’re squeezing it so tight and your breathing is getting faster,” Brook hummed to himself. 

“Y-yes, Brook… please…” you whined, and Brook removed the hand pinning you down to stroke your throat. 

“I want to be a bit selfish, darling. I want to hear you scream my name,” he said. “Can you do that for me?” 

“B-Brook,” you stammered. 

“Louder.” 

“Brook,” you stated as his hips hammered into you. 

“You can do better than that,” he commented. 

“Brook!” You cried as he hit a wonderful spot inside you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Brook took it as his cue to get you over the edge. 

“Louder, my dear! I know you can do it! Put your soul into it!” 

The thumb working on your bundle of nerves pressed down and you felt your oxygen being taken away as the coil that had been building up within you snapped. 

“BROOK!” You screamed, orgasming around the toy. Brook slowed his hips down to a halt while he let his his thumb continue to circle to extend your orgasm. 

You shakily rested against the bed, gasping for air and twitching in delight. You felt a cool touch on your forehead as Brook placed his hand and used his Devil Fruit powers again. 

“This should help you settle down and relax,” he explained, and the hot pulse of your lower body combined with his cool touch on top made for a pleasant feeling. 

“Thank you, Brook,” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering in exhaustion. You let out a quiet laugh and had a tired smile, a sign the afterglow was getting to you. He wanted to bask in it for a long time. Brook removed the strap-on and had placed it to the side, taking to settling beside you on the bed as he undid your handcuffs. 

He wrapped his bony arms around you, spooning you against him. It was quiet, minus the sound of your breathing. That was, until you spoke up. 

“I love you,” you stated in a low tone. 

“H-huh?” He gasped, taken aback by your confession. 

“I love you,” you repeated. 

“(Y/n), is this the sex talking?” He joked, unsure if you were being serious. No, it was more like… like he couldn’t believe you felt that way for him. 

“No. It’s my heart talking. I love you.” 

He stayed silent, not certain of how he should respond. You curled into yourself, expecting rejection. Instead, Brook pulled you closer and and rested his chin on the crook of your shoulder. 

“Then, if that is the case… allow me to give my heart to you, as well. Of course, I don’t have a heart anymore but you’ll allow that, won’t you?” Brook asked. You sighed in relief. 

“I won’t mind. Not at all, Brook.” 

“Wonderful. (Y/n), you do have all of me. Even though I don’t have a body or heart, my soul will be yours,” Brook confessed. “I will always treasure you within me.” 

He stroked the side of your body before he heard your quiet snores. He chuckled as he pressed his “mouth” to your head, as if kissing you. 

BONUS: 

“Hey, where are those two?!” Nami cried, lugging back tons of bags from their shopping trip. 

“Some guarding they were doing,” Zoro scratched his head as he threw a large box onto the deck floor. Luffy meanwhile, looked around and frowned. 

“Do you think they ate without us? Meanies,” the captain pouted. Robin glanced to the deck table and noticed the cup of tea you had brewed earlier- or, more accurately, the one you made for Brook- and chuckled. 

“It’s best we don’t disturb them. They probably got tired,” Robin said in a mirthful tone. She had a smile on her face, and Nami recognized that smile. It was the smile that meant that Robin knew something no one else did. Nami raised a brow at Robin before dusting off her hands. 

“Well, since they’ve rested up, the least they could do is help us put all these supplies away!” Nami responded, not even daring to guess what Robin was thinking of. 

Robin nodded. 

“Of course. I’ll go let them know they’re wanted here,” she laughed again as she began walking to the your room. 

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Kaito Tenjo x Reader

"Heii, Haruto, I brought you something." As you rise the lift in the center of his room with a bag in hand, you greet the short, blue-haired lad.

"You did, but why?"

"Just what do you mean by 'why'? Because you're priceless to me." You stroke his hair as you move over next to him as he gazes out the wall-sized windows that encompass his bedroom and over looks the luminously reflected city.

'However, I doubt that you'll use it anytime anyway.' You ponder to yourself while you hand him the bag.

"It's certainly bright outside; it's almost as if the sun never set." You point out in attempts to strike up a conversation with the now-zombie-like child.

"[First Name], how is it that I am so special to you?" He holds the bag you gave him, his broad and golden eyes gravitate towards yours.

As you close your eyes, you scratch your face with a grin and chuckle awkwardly. "What exactly do you mean? Everybody has somebody special during their lives. Such as you and Kaito. You two are my special people, so is Orbital."

"Why?"

"Just 'cause." You open your eyes and shrug, sweat dripping from your brow as he stares at you blankly and unblinkingly. "You need to know, Haruto-"

"What exactly are you doing here?" You turn around to see Kaito enter the room via the elevator panel in the heart of the floor. His mechanical friend follows him as usual.

"I was just visiting Haruto."

"I told you nobody except family is permitted in this room."

"Heh? I'm practically family; are you suggesting Orbital is more family than I am? Who are you to say I'm not welcome in here? Haruto may be your brother, but I've been around him nearly as long as you have, Kaito." You huff and tap your foot with both palms on your hips.

"Do refrain from speaking to Master Kaito in such a manner, miss-missy!" Orbital chimes in.

"Orbital, c'mon, tell Kaito that I'm just as close to family to Haruto as he is. I was there when you were created, and I was there when Haruto first fell ill, which is far more than Dr. Faker has been-"

"Enough. I've heard more than needed. You are permitted to stay as long as I am able to speak with Haruto in peace." Kaito rolls his eyes and pushes by you, bending down to his younger brother's height. As he looks into his sibling's eyes, his demeanor softens.

"Hey, pal, how are you doing lately?"

"[First Name] has given me a present." Haruto reacts robotically, holding the bag up before his brother's face, his features expressionless.

"That's nice of her." Kaito gingerly nudges the bag down and away from his face. "Listen, I guarantee that I'll return you to normal, alright? Just hold on a bit longer for me." Kaito pats and caresses Haruto's hair.

"Aww, this is so cute." You whisper as you stand next to Orbital, a compassionate expression on your face.

"Master Kaito told you to shut- shut it." Orbital beeps out, but you have a feeling he's cheerful about the display before him as well.

"Kaito and [First Name], please report to my office at once." Mr. Heartland's voice rings through the building's speakers, catching both yours' and Kaito's attention.

You match your eyes with Kaito's and he nods. "I'm taking off now. But I won't be gone for long, Haruto." Kaito kisses the top of Haruto's head before standing up. His scowl appears once more and his eyebrows slant as he marches to the center of the room.

You follow suit, standing adjacent to him on the elevator platform that interfaces to Haruto's room from the lower floor and it begins to descend.

"Wait- wait for me!" Orbital surges onto the platform as well, clanging down onto the spot next to you.

—•-•-•—

"[First name], Kaito, thank you for coming." Mr. Heartland's strained and obnoxious voice greets you and Kaito as you enter his dimly lit office. The sliding doors automatically close behind you.

"What do you need Heartland?" Kaito questions pointedly. One of the only sources of light is a spotlight that shines on the swivel chair in which Mr. Heartland sits. He turns in his red chair and stands up, welcoming you both with open arms. "What? A man can't invite his favorite employees into his office without suspicion?"

"Not if it's you, sir." You admit honestly, a grin on your lips as you place a gloved hand on your right hip. "You're always up to something."

"Flattery doesn't work on me Miss [Last Name], but you can compliment me later." He laughs. "Right now I have something special in mind for you two."

"And you needed both of us?"  Kaito's sharp reply is heard as he looks at the well dressed man in front of him.

"Of course! I need you two to find this man." He throws a picture of the guy to Kaito and he catches it between two fingers. You lean over and look at the photo in Kaito's fingerless gloved hand, tilting your head with a bemused pout.

"What's so special about 'em?" You ask, looking between the picture and Mr. Heartland. The arrogant man laughs.

"He has bypassed all of our hunters so far, so I have no choice but to send my best recruits."

"He seems pretty basic." You agree by pointing to the image. Kaito shoves the picture into your palm and scoffs as you invade his personal space, making you gasp and lean away.

"Are you saying you can't handle him?" Mr. Heartland gives a Cheshire grin.

"I was just saying. . ."

"I'll take care of it myself." Kaito cuts in.

"Excuse me? I'm still here, Kaito." You huff, puffing out your cheeks and look at your partner. He simply ignores your gaze.

"Nonsense! You have to bring [First Name]. You two are a team after all."

"She'll just slow me down."

"It is not up for discussion, you will go together. Now."

--•-•--

"Ho-ahh!" You can see the man you were given orders to hunt down, being thrown into the air after being attacked by Kaito's dragon. The man spins backwards onto the cement in the alley, his body rolling several times before his back crashes into a brick wall opposite the alley and he passes out.

"Your number is mine." Kaito states, reaching out of his white fingerless glove and rips the Number and soul from the man's body.

"Don't you think you're being too hard on him?" you ask, leaping off the lid of a nearby wooden crate. The only response you get from him is a glare and a sneer as he turns and starts walking away from you. "Hey Kaito, wait! Seriously, did I do or say something that upset you?"

"Why do you bother staying? You're a mediocre duelist at best and add almost nothing in collecting Numbers. You're too soft, too weak."

"Huh? What's wrong with you? You know, Haruto would be shocked if he saw how you treat people now—”

"Stop pretending you know everything about Haruto and me. You're a nobody, someone who just likes to stick your unwanted nose into other people's business."

'Ow. . .' Your brows deepen, you choke back tears and press a fist to your lower lip. When Kaito sees your reaction, he doesn't pretend to notice or care.

"I miss you Kaito!" You scream, lips trembling and tears streaming down your cheeks as you take a step towards him. He stops walking with his back to you and you can't see his expression. "I miss the way you used to laugh and smile and cry. I wish you would smile again— show some emotion— not like the sad grin you give to your brother. I want a sincere smile full of joy. I miss the old Kaito. . ."

The night is quiet except for the occasional beep of a passing vehicle every few minutes and the moans of the beaten man in the alley. You continue the onslaught of words, despite his nonchalant response.

"Don't you dare say that I don't know anything about you or Haruto. I love you two, so, so much. You have some nerve, you know that?" You wipe your eyes with your palms, an ugly cry escapes your lips. "I wish we could all go back to the way we were before this stupid hunt for numbers—"

"Come here." Kaito's command is almost muffled by your obnoxious cries, but you still manage to catch it. You sniff, looking up at him. His back is still to you, but you manage to see his hand out to his side, palm open and fingers spread invitingly.

'Is he. . ?'

"Before I change my mind."

You blink, a smile spreading across your lips as you look at his open palm. You let out a deep sigh  before nodding to yourself and jump into a sprint with a laugh.

Perhap it's your optimism or blurred vision from the tears, but you swear you can see a smile flicker across his pale cheeks as you wrap your fingers around his.

"Thank you, Kaito."