#he didn't want you to know that him boldly flirting with you that one night was just him being an idiot who forgot to replace his batteries

[alrightberries]

you meet bakugou at a dim bar one night and he's being extremely bold, you notice, and you kinda like it. he's leaning in close and glancing at your lips whenever you talk, and you never really took him for the straight forward type but hey, you're not complaining, cute guy's flirting, and you have no qualms about reciprocating it with bats of your eyes and sly little smiles.

except he's not flirting— he's just not wearing his hearing aids. he's trying to sight read your lips.

[phyrestartr]

Icarus Drabbles (Pt.3) | Sukuna x M!Reader

W/C: 3k #NSFW, Modern AU, ABO dynamics, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, blowies are received and given, mentions of character death

tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @tr4nniez

Done Deal

“You let me fuck you, and I'll give you anything you want.” That was his proposition. No more flirting, no more attempts to seduce you, just his obsessive pining resulting in a deal. 

But you didn't seem too bothered sitting across the desk from none other than Ryoumen Sukuna, who lounged comfortably, puffing on a cigar like he didn't just offer to pay you for sex. Granted, it wasn't just the sex he wanted. It was more than that. 

You took a moment before speaking. “I thought you were the kind of guy who'd take without asking.” 

“Who, me? Come on, sweetheart, I'm a gentleman.” Sukuna grinned and watched you wave the coils of smoke out of your face. 

You looked him over, not betraying your thoughts. “And if I refuse?” 

Sukuna's smile simmered down, unamused with the mere concept of rejection. “I'll still get what I want. And you'll leave here penniless.” His men locked the doors loudly at the other end of the vast office, making their point. “So? What’ll it be?” 

You took a slow breath. “I want a condo. In Tokyo.” 

“That's it?” 

“Paid in full.” 

“Now you’re talkin'.” 

You stood from your chair and walked around the desk as you unzipped your jacket. “And my name's going on title.” 

Sukuna undressed you with his eyes like the millions of times he'd done so prior. “Ho? You wanna be the one to pay all the taxes, huh?” He turned his chair to you as you approached. Sukuna spread his legs wider to make room for you to stand between, but you instead boldly straddled his lap. He knew he liked you for a reason. 

“I can forward them to you.”

“You think I'll pay them?” One of his broad palms groped at your ass. His stomach coiled with excitement; he was going to enjoy ripping you apart. 

“I know you will,” you hummed. Sweetly, you tilted Sukuna's chin up to get a good look at his handsome face. 

“Oh?” 

“Mhm.”

“‘N why's that?” Sukuna whispered. 

“Because you want to.” Your hands slipped down his neck, down to his shoulders. “Because you think I'll come back for more.”

“I know you'll come back for more.” 

“If you live long enough,” you sighed before plucking the cigar from his fingers and snuffing it out. “These things'll kill you, you know.” 

Sukuna fucked you on his desk moments after. His men stayed in the room all the while, watching and shifting with unease or simmering urges of his own. He vaguely recalled taking a phone call, too. 

So how the hell did we end up here? He had to wonder; back then, he bribed you for your affection, paid you handsomely but purposefully left you wanting more and more and more. He wanted to provide for you, in a weird, twisted way, and that was his method since, well, he wasn't ever sure he'd really get you to stay. 

Yet there he was, waking up in a house with his husband next to him and his daughter in the crib beside you. It felt so…bizarrely natural. Normal. Almost like he met a need he didn't even know he had. 

He hardly spent his nights at his casino, Malevolent Shrine, any longer. He didn't wander the floors looking for liars and easy targets for his dealers. He didn't head up to his penthouse at the crack of dawn with a new dame on his arm every night; he wanted to come here, to the home he had built to house his new family. Sukuna wanted to collapse into this bed, hear you bitch and moan about Gojo or Geto or whatever idiot employed you that day, spend time with his little pup and listen to her yip and babble about nothing and everything. He wanted these moments. He wanted to cherish the little sparks of light in his life before the universe snuffed them out like– 

Gramps is dead, Yuuji had said, voice quivering on the other end of the line. What do we do? 

Sukuna closed his eyes and rubbed his face, willing away the memory. He hadn't had to act like a big brother in so long, but the instinct came rushing back to him the second he heard his little brother in tears. It was all handled swiftly, everything from the cremation, to probate, to settling the estate–but the weight of death and finality clung to the air like petrichor after a storm. 

Sukuna looked to your sleeping face for respite. It helped to see you, to be reminded that you'd chosen to stay with him through thick and thin. Still, he couldn't help but remember what his grandfather asked him the day he met Touka. 

Where does this end, kid? 

This. The gang life. The life that's too unrefined and brutal to be considered yakuza. Because Sukuna didn't deal in honour. He dealt in violence, drugs and money–that voice spoke louder than honour and family. 

But didn't he reclaim his family? Didn't he honour you with change? 

Where does this end, kid?

Maybe with honour and family. 

“I can feel you having a crisis,” your scratchy voice mumbled through the static in Sukuna's mind. Your eyes opened a crack to find his own crimson set before you wriggled up to him and half-laid on his chest. “What's wrong?”

“Your bony-ass chin’s digging into my tit.” 

“Mmmh.” 

“You like money more, or me?” He asked. 

You snorted. “I like you and your money equally.” You let your head loll to the side to press your cheek against his chest. “But I like you more, I guess.” 

“You guess?” 

“I'm kidding, idiot. If I cared about money, I would've married into the Zenin family.” You sat up and looked down at your partner with bleary eyes. “Where's this coming from anyway?”

Sukuna huffed and scowled at the ceiling. “Nowhere. It's nothing. Forget it.” 

“Don't be a little bitch. Just tell me.” And when he didn't budge, you added, “Suku. Come on.” And when he still refused to cooperate, you resorted to, “Alpha, please?” 

His eyes snapped to you so fucking fast it made his face burst into flames. You grinned, so stupidly enthralled and in love with how the gross, domestic pet name fucked him up and--fucking hell, it was so cute but so annoying. 

“Fuck you.” 

“N'awe, you're such a cutie sometimes.” You purred in delight and nuzzled all over his face. “My cute, sweet, broody alpha that I love so, so, so much.” 

“Shut up,” he snarled before viciously nuzzling back and attacking you with puppy nips and rude licks to your face. “Fucking omega. You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?” 

“So are you. That's why we work well together, right?” You held his face still and planted a proper kiss on his lips. “We'll be fine. No matter what happens.” 

Your alpha took a deep breath while he looked up at you, and sighed. You looked so calm and collected about the whole thing, so relaxed in the jaws of a shark that could eat you whole and leave nothing behind. Guess that was why he was so enamored with you. Only petty things, like the shitty little fish that nipped at toes, wore you down. Not the big, bad, unknown depths of the ocean. 

“You believe me?” You asked as you pinched his nose. 

Sukuna grimaced and tugged your hand away from his nose. “Fuckin’–yeah, I believe you.” He bit your fingers in revenge. 

It was your turn to make a face. “Disgusting.” 

“You wuv id,” Sukuna managed around your digits, grinning like an idiot. 

“I have bad taste in men.” You yanked your fingers free when you heard your little one coo and shuffle in her crib. Sukuna always found himself impressed with how fast your omega responded to the littlest of noises, always automatically cooing and trilling back to your baby like you'd done it your whole life. 

“But you sure you're alright?” You asked as you scooped up the little one. 

Sukuna sat up and leaned back against the headboard as you settled down beside him again. “‘M fine. Just…thinking.” 

“About your grandfather?” 

“Guess so.” 

You nodded and leaned into him, chest purring with comfortable vibrato as his heavy arm looped around you and pulled you close. 

“He was a good man. Lived a good life. Long one, too.” 

“Guess you’re not wrong. Don’t seem too torn up about it,” Sukuna grumbled, vaguely aware he was on the precipice of starting an early-morning argument. 

“People die,” you said, looking down at your babe. “He was old as fuck. I’d talked to him about life and death a thousand times anyway. His point of view on things helped me see things differently.”

“Oh?” Sukuna’s attention snapped down to your little one as her cherry-red eyes sleepily blinked open. “‘N what the hell did the old fart tell you, huh?” 

You smiled as Touka screeched happily, reaching up for her father and wiggling around in your lap until she could slug her way over to him (with much help from your guiding hands, of course). Sukuna, the fraidy cat that he was, awkwardly tried to aid his baby girl with crawling onto his lap, too. You kind of understood why–his hand was about as big as her body. He was probably afraid of smooshing her. 

“He told me energy can never be destroyed. It can only change shape and form. It’s the same with our souls.” 

“The fuck does that mean?” Sukuna grumbled as his daughter determinedly tried to stand to reach his face. You moved to help her stand, but he huffed and took over, uttering a grumpy ‘I got it’ as he carefully, carefully held her up onto her feet like one would a kitten. 

You smiled, so horribly smitten. “It means our bodies die, but our spirits can’t. They just change form before coming back and living life all over again.” 

“Hmph. Sounds stupid as–” Sukuna paused as a tiny hand landed on his mouth. 

“Bah!” Touka chirped. 

You pursed your lips and melted into your partner, a happy, summer scent pooling around the three of you. 

“Mhm, daddy’s a cranky little bitch, huh, baby?” 

“Big bitch,” Sukuna corrected, words muffled by the tiny overlord. He opened his mouth wide, lightly chomping on her pudgy little hand with the gentlest pibble nibbles he could manage. Judging by her squealing laughter, he was doing an okay job.

“Cranky big bitch–my bad.” You rolled your eyes and exhaled deeply. “But yeah, that’s basically it. Mentioned some stuff about soulmates–platonic or romantic or otherwise–tending to find each other in their next lives too. So, technically, you could be holding your grandfather reincarnated right now–”

“Babe, don’t make this fucking weird,” Your husband groaned. 

You laughed, loud and brash, before nuzzling him. “Sorry, sorry. Can’t help myself.” 

Sukuna scoffed, furrowed brow only easing as Touka assaulted him with little pats all over his face. 

“You’re a nightmare.” He leaned in and nuzzled his baby’s round cheeks with playful growls. “You’re a smaller fucking nightmare. Spitting image of your mum. How the fuck is that fair, huh?” 

“Well, you better get used to it,” you taunted. “She’s the only one you’re getting.”

Wait. What?

--

Devour

It’d been a while since Sukuna had handled an interrogation. He’d stepped away from doing it himself when you’d both gotten back together officially, thinking you’d be upset if you found out he was still beating the fuck out of rats and cheats wandering through his casino–but the opposite turned out to be true. 

You didn’t really care. You didn’t mind it at all, actually. You only requested he kept that sort of business away from the curious gaze of the little girl you both doted on incessantly. 

So, he took it to the basement of Malevolent Shrine. 

“Y'know, I really needed this,” Sukuna sighed, loosening his tie a bit more before he leaned against the table of lethal instruments and wiped the blood from his split knuckles. “Kid keeps me up all night. Wife's always bitching ‘bout being tired. ‘N then I got dipshits like you sneaking in, trying to access restricted floors.” 

The man he regarded scoffed, probably unable to catch his breath to clap back or, well, breathe. The sight had Sukuna grinning, pure delight and satisfaction coiling in his chest. 

“Got somethin’ to say?” 

The man coughed and tried to pull himself up from where he lay splayed on the floor. Sukuna never tied up his guests, no no, he always gave them a fair, fighting chance, stating they could go free if they could get past him. None ever did. 

“Y-you do this to that omega you stole?” The stranger managed as soon as he got on his knees. “Lock ‘im in a room, make them fight their way out?” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Only omega I've had in here is the wife.” 

“Bullshit,” he spat. “You stole one that was sold to my benefactor.” 

The mob boss sighed and scratched the back of his head. “That's what you're here for? An omega that I never had?” Sukuna pushed off the table. “Well, that makes shit boring. You're here on a delusion.” 

“It's not–”

“Then who do you work for?” 

As expected, the idiot clammed up. Sukuna tutted. Why did all these bastards have to play hard to get? 

Ah, but then he had an epiphany--hadn't you mentioned marrying into the Zenin family? You brought it up not too long ago, back when Sukuna first started spiraling about life and death, about where his world of chaos would take him in the end. 

If I cared about money, I would've married into the Zenin family. 

Right. That's what you said. 

“Zenin Naoya,” Sukuna guessed. The heir was a rampant misogynistic piece of shit, wanting nothing to do with women on any level--but you? A man who could bear children, albeit through difficult means? That'd be invaluable to someone like Naoya. He could have his cake and eat it too. 

And by the way the crook's body tensed, Sukuna figured he hit the nail on the head. 

“No shit. That little freak’s really outdoing himself this time.” Sukuna laughed wildly, enthralled that he managed to piss off the Zenin heir by taking his bitch and knocking him up. God, the damage this would do to Naoya's ego.

“I'll let ya in on a little secret,” Sukuna sang, turning to the table and grabbing a set of pliers. “I wifed up that omega. Knocked him up already. Hopin’ he'll let up on the ‘one pup only’ policy. He's been real fuckin’ strict on the birth control, lemme tell ya.” 

“He won't forgive this,” the crook bit out. “He won't just–” 

Thwack. Sukuna cracked him upside the head and knelt on his chest, jamming the tool into his mouth and breaking a few teeth on the way in. 

“Fucker can try,” Sukuna murmured, voice growing thick with malice. His ruby eyes gleamed with predatory promise. “Killing him's at the top of my bucket list.” 

–

You were definitely possessed. 

How could you not be? You'd just seen your baby daddy (your very cut, handsome, snarky baby daddy) beat the shit out of one of your tormentor's grunts 

“Babe,” Sukuna moaned as you swallowed him down your throat again. You'd taken him hostage in the elevator the second he was done his deeds downstairs. It proved to be…somewhat problematic as people continued to open the doors, but eventually Sukuna hit the emergency stop button, nearly shattering the console. 

You hummed around him, pressing your tongue against thick, pulsing veins and squeezing at his base and sacks intermittently while your head bobbed to the beat of whatever tinny jazz played in the elevator. You kind of liked the tune. It sparked the idea of playing music next time Sukuna bedded you–

Bedded you. Ah. That seemed like a good next step. 

You pulled back with a disgusting pop and fought to catch your breath between leaving wet kisses and hickeys along his stiff length. Your hand worked him firm and fast, eager to get him to fall apart under your feverish, hypnotic touch. 

And he was close. You could tell by the way his hand held the back of your head, fingernails digging into your scalp every time you did something so, so right and so, so unbelievably good for the big bad mob boss you'd tricked into staying faithful to you. You figured you'd reward him for being such a good boy. It's what he deserved for sacrificing his freedom for you, and, quite frankly, you thought you'd been slacking on the praise. 

“Gonna cum?” You hummed, looking up at your partner through wet lashes. “Hm?”

Sukuna groaned. His fangs bit into his lip as he stared down at you, pupils blown wide, eclipsing the red of his iris. 

You smiled politely. “Mmh. I'll take that as a yes.” You kissed along his skin until reaching his weeping tip and giving it a gentle peck. “Where do you want it? On my face? In my mouth? Down my throat?” 

He bucked forward, jamming his tip between your lips and hissing when he felt the scratch of teeth against him. You sighed like he was such a nuisance, and opened up wide again, whining as he gripped your hair up into a messy, shitty ponytail before fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–” His body shuddered and he slammed inside one more time, squeezing his thick knot into your strained mouth and locking it behind your teeth as he rutted against your face, spilling down your throat. 

Your soft gags and chokes only made it better. He pulled your head closer, pressing your cute nose against the hazy line of his happy trail in a dizzy attempt to ground himself through the aftershocks of such a sudden turn of events. Going from beating the shit out of a sniveling sod to this was–

Your frantic smacking against his arm signaled your tap out. Sukuna cursed under his breath and worked in tandem with you to wiggle free the stiff problem stuffing your mouth and throat full. 

You gasped for breath. Drool and tears poured down your face as you coughed and swallowed whatever didn't have the chance to slip out of your aching mouth, and you wiped your mouth half-heartedly with the back of your hand. Sukuna hadn't seen a sight like that in a long, long while. Something so reminiscent of the early days of being bribed and paid for your services. 

“Christ,” Sukuna breathed as he brushed your hair out of your pretty face. “How much do I owe ya for that, huh?” 

You laughed between coughs before kissing his clothed thigh. “Just don't think I've appreciated you enough lately, you know?” You cleaned him up best you could before tucking your man away and standing to loop your arms around his shoulders. 

Sukuna caught your scent then; you smelled sweeter than usual. Warmer, too. Fuller. Something that reminded him of dough in the oven, billowing all around him and filling his senses with sinful sweetness. 

Your heat was on the horizon.

Sukuna smirked and switched the key holding the elevator closed and inoperable on the ground floor, and it started on its journey up, up, up. Time to get you back in bed. 

“Not appreciatin’ me enough, huh. Well, I was gonna mention it–” 

“Shut up. Don't be stupid right now.” 

Sukuna's grin grew. He leaned down, leaving soft kisses and nips along your neck, being sure to pay special attention to the scars he'd left behind. 

“You love when I talk shit.”

“You're free to believe that.”

“Oh? Then tell me what you've been appreciating about me, sweetheart. I'm all ears.” 

The doors opened to the penthouse floor, and you fought to drag the other out first.

“Your ass,” you replied, nearly exploding inside as Sukuna kicked the (unlocked) door in. Damn, how come he could do that so easily? 

“What else?” Sukuna's lips found yours time after time as you both fumbled your way toward the bedroom. 

You yelped as he threw you onto the bed. “J-Jesus–how strong you are.” 

“Yeah?” Sukuna kicked his dress shoes off and yanked your kicks off, too, before you had a chance to complain about shoes being on in the house. “Tell me more.��

“That's about it.” A sweet laugh bubbled out of you as he slipped in between your legs and kissed you like this was some highschool romcom.

“Oh? Lying now, aren't we?” 

“I think I need to examine you a little to remember, you know?” 

With all the strength you could muster, you turned the tables and flipped Sukuna onto his back, straddling his waist and running your hands up and down his chest. He still couldn't tell how you did it, but you flicked open every button of his dress shirt with unfathomable finesse before tracing the dips and curves of his defined muscles with teasing fingertips. 

“Hmmm…this is nice,” you murmured, taking your time to drink in the scar-riddled expanse of glowing, bronze skin. You scooted back, down his legs, to be able to plant soft kisses around his navel. 

Sukuna watched you with blown-out eyes; you were always good at teasing, at making sex electric and better than just cramming his cock into a hole. Secretly, he liked being pushed to the brink of insanity. Soft touches, whispered kisses, silent praise–it was all so your brand.

“What else?” Sukuna rasped as you left cheeky marks around his happy trail. 

“Hm. I wonder.” You took your time sidling up on his lap again, your hands taking charge and leading you up, up, up to his cut jawline and striking cheekbones. “This is nice, too.”

Sukuna licked his lips. “Yeah?” He Asked as he held your waist. 

“Mhm.” Your thumb stroked against his bottom lip thoughtfully before hooking inside and yanking his mouth open like a fish on a line. “This is a problem, though.” 

Your mate's heart thrummed like thunder. Rarely would he ever admit to liking being used, but when it came to you, his precious little trophy, Sukuna found himself far too eager to please. Too eager to consume. Too eager to be consumed. He could only hope you'd wreck him with whatever you wanted to do with that mouth of his. 

“Oh?” Sukuna breathed. Christ, his slacks were too fucking tight again. “The fuck you gonna do about it?” 

You sighed and shook your head. “God's work, I guess.” And you almost seemed burdened by what you ‘had to do’ as you loosened your waistband and wriggled up until you were straddling his broad chest with your weeping tip pressing against his lips. 

Sukuna grinned. “You think I'm gonna–” but he was more prepared for your rude push into his mouth than he let on–or he thought he was, anyway. He'd never really given head before, not really, but he'd given you a couple of handjobs in the past. Still, you were bigger than he remembered. Not as comically, ridiculously, stupidly big as Sukuna’s third leg, but you could probably stuff someone to the point of tears if you really felt the need. 

And, well, you were leaving tears in Sukuna's eyes, so theory confirmed.

“You're really bad at this,” you laughed. You held onto the headboard as you pushed into his mouth, letting him get used to it and adjust as a good mate should (maybe Sukuna should've taken notes). Thankfully, the man was a quick learner and a keener. He got used to the feeling of your length nudging against his throat, and posed himself a challenge to push it further. 

His hand grabbed at your ass and he pulled you closer, drowning in the sound of your warbled gasp mixing with a surprised yelp. Sukuna's other hand brute-forced his slacks open and fisted around his pulsing hard-on to the rhythm of your greedy thrusts into his mouth, down his tight, inexperienced throat. 

Your hips jolted and stuttered. Your hips stayed plastered to his face with weaker and weaker thrusts. Your forehead clunked against the rim of the headboard as your breathing got faster and faster, laced with tiny ah-ah-ah-s until–until–

“Shit–” you tried to pull away from him, tried to save him the grief of having to swallow down a load of cum (first time was always a terrible, terrible experience), but he wouldn't let you yank your hips away; his broad palm pressed against the small of your back and forced you flush against him, his nose pressing against skin as he swallowed and moaned around you like he'd been deepthroating cock his whole career. 

Somewhere in the haze of lightning and sparks, you felt him shudder and jolt under you, too. Then, like you'd done not so long ago, a swift tapping on your leg signaling, tap out, tap out! 

“Oh–fuck, sorry,” you babbled, hurriedly pulling yourself back and out of his mouth to let him breathe. “You're kind of a natural. I'm shocked.”

Sukuna was too busy coughing and fighting to catch his breath to snap back at you, though, and you couldn't help but laugh. 

“Shut it,” he scolded with a swift spank. “Spunk tastes like shit.” 

“But you’re not a spitter nor a quitter. You should be proud.” You smiled like the cheeky little shit you were before shimmying off your joggers and tossing them aside. “You did pretty well. Colour me impressed.”

“‘Course I did, who the fuck do you think I am?” He brought his other hand out of his pants and held them up to you, sticky with his own spend. “Deal with this.”

You whistled, and the heat in your face increased tenfold. “I guess you liked it. Good to know,” you said before holding his hand by the wrist and licking up.

“I'd be a freak if I didn't wanna make my bitch cum. ‘Specially when he's in heat ‘n primed to reopen the baby-making factory.” 

You looked at him, eyes round and owlish, before abandoning the mess on his hand in favour of kissing him. 

“The factory's open,” you assured, no doubt temporarily hypnotized by your body's desire to make your stupid alpha happy.

Sukuna rumbled a purr deep in his chest as he smirked. He'd gladly seize the moment.

“Let’s clock in and get to work, then.” 

–

Five is Better Than Three

Sukuna paced back and forth outside the bathroom door, impatient and anxious, waiting for you to just fucking tell me what the hell the deal was.

But Sukuna was anything but a patient man.

“Babe,” he growled, knocking on the door incessantly. “How long does It take to piss on a stick?” 

You scoffed. “I'm just--I'm trying to double check, you dumb bitch, shut up.” Your voice quivered the slightest bit, a soft sniffle or two barely making it above the radar. 

Sukuna sucked his teeth. He ran his hands through his hair and growled to himself, trying trying trying to stay patient, stay calm, stay–

“Sukuna,” you snapped when the door flung open. You were standing at the counter, an array of different pregnancy tests laid out before you neatly with you lording over them, face hot and eyes shimmering with…grief? Relief? Happiness? Sukuna didn't know, he didn't know. 

“Kept me waiting long enough, you fucking brat,” he came up behind you and stared down, clearing your noggin with ease and ignoring your grouchy quips and pinches. 

“I was–I just needed a minute, you stupid fuck, I'm--it's a lot!” You tried to push him away but, well, the man was an immovable object, and you were far from an unstoppable force. In the realm of physicality, at least. 

“Sukuna–” 

“This shit is like hieroglyphics,” he complained, picking up a test and squinting at it. His other hand held your waist to stop you from running away to hide. 

“It, uh. It means–well, I still need to get checked out officially but, uh, y'know. It's a yes. For now. Tentatively. All the tests are positive.” 

Sukuna exploded with happy puppy scent. He threw down the test and wrapped his arms around you, picking your smaller form up and swinging you around like a shotty romcom man should. 

And you laughed through your tears. You hugged him back once he put you down, and exploded into choked laugh-sobs as you pressed your face into his chest. His nice, strong, muscular chest that looked so good in that black tank top. 

“Oi, oi, what're the damn waterworks for, huh?” Sukuna asked through a wolfish grin. 

“I don't know, okay, just shut up.” You snuffled a few more times before sighing. “Maybe I'm just relieved that an old man like you still has a sperm count.”

“Hah. Big talk from a whore usin’ birth control and making me use a fucking condom ‘just in case.’” He nuzzled at your neck and purred deep in his chest. “Even then, my goods slipped through the cracks, huh? Doubt even getting your tubes tied could stop me from knockin’ your pretty little ass up, sweetheart.” 

You bit his tit while he cackled like a madman. “You're fucking gross and I hate you.” 

“N'awe. Would creaming on my cock make you feel better?” 

“No. Well, maybe later. But coffee and breakfast might subdue me right now.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Intro🔞

Unrequited love can be oh-so painful, especially as a hopeless romantic like Jeon Jungkook. You're supposed to just momentarily soothe his aching heart and take his mind off of things- but something about you just draws him in...

Tags/Warnings: Punk!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, Stereotypes, description of Unrequited love, romance, accidental flirting, some angst, major fluff, smut

Length: 2k Words

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A/N: this was supposed to be an angsty oneshot. Thanks to @euphoricfilter I decided to make it a softer series instead.

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Jungkook doesn't really know you. 

He knows that you don't like wearing pants, which is why you wear a simple cotton dress tonight despite the weather outside. You layered a sweater over it, and you wear fluffy overknee socks and boots- everything cute, a little oversized, giving you an overall soft appearance. He also knows that you don't really want to be here, that you accompanied a friend but that she went to make out with some boy she had her eyes on the entire night. And he knows your age, your name, and that you have a very nice voice. 

A voice currently whimpering against his ear, as he holds your thighs to keep you propped up against the wall while he thrusts his hips into you. He didn't really think much of it when you suggested this, and he definitely didn't think much of it when he agreed- after all, looks are just looks, down the line, and just because you don't look the part doesn't mean you can't be a little wild. 

What he did not expect was for you to turn out to taste so sweet- the entire ordeal of just a quick fuck feeling like something much more than he's used to. You're supposed to just take his mind off of his long time crush currently probably getting railed in the car outside- and you're doing much more than that. 

It’s like you’re giving him something entirely new to think about. Like you’re someone capable of filling her place in his head. 

Your hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into his leather jacket. The warm skin of your thighs, feeling just so good in his hands. And not to mention that clench of your core around his length, making him feel sensitive even despite the condom he wears. 

"What if you just find someone else, too?" You'd wondered at him at the bar earlier, cheek a little squished as you rested your face on one of your hands, looking at him. "She clearly doesn't want you from what I can tell. So stop pining after someone who doesn't see you." You'd boldly stated, throwing the bucket of cold water over his head- shaking him awake, in a way, because no one's really put it out in the open like that to him up until you. It's tough to hear it, but it's the truth- and you're right. 

He needed a distraction. And you seemed to be the perfect opportunity. 

Lucy had always kept him close- dangling him from a string in front of her heart, never letting him reach it- because it had always been closed off, her interest more in what she could gain from him, and not what she could give him as well. She clearly only really kept him close so he could do things for her- help her move, build up furniture, take care of her cat multiple times a week, even buy her things. Jungkook paid for her rent for half a year- simply because he wanted to show her that he was in it with a full and honest heart. 

He wanted her to see him. But just like you said, she doesn't. Because she doesn't want to see him. She doesn't want him. 

"And where would I find someone else?" Jungkook had asked, eyes finding yours as you'd shrugged. 

"Can't promise you a mind-blowing experience-" You'd told him, one of your legs moving forward to playfully kick his boot. "-but I'm right here." 

And right here you are. 

You smell really nice- he realizes that as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, your skin flushed and hot against his lips. He's not sure why he feels almost guilty taking you like this- you seem more like someone who deserves a romantic date night and then a good long slow-fuck in an actual bedroom, not some underground club storage room. You're currently single, and he knows that from you as well, but he's sure that you won't have any trouble finding someone in the near future. 

Though the thought of it makes him a little.. Upset, almost. Jealous? 

"You close?" He growls into your neck, and you simply nod in response, making him chuckle. You seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing, but you're actually kind of cute in this moment. He's, despite his looks, not one to usually do these kinds of things- he's a romantic, even if it's more of an unconventional one. He craves something real and authentic, something that knocks the breath out of his lungs and swallows his heart whole.  

Huh. 

Maybe under different circumstances, you could've been just that for him. He can imagine falling for you if you'd met sooner, or in a different situation- you seem very nice, with a laid back personality added to it. Your pretty face and pretty body is just an added bonus- and he feels a bit disappointed knowing he'll never see you fully nude.

What could you be hiding underneath those clothes? 

For sure something to be worshipped, a body meant to be made love to and not this right now. But you're already at the end, as he bites his lips and pushes you over the edge, your fingers clawing at his leather jacket as you weakly whimper out in pleasure, his own high a lot softer than yours. That doesn't mean it's any less fulfilling- in fact it's a pretty damn good one, drawn out, making the muscles in his thighs stutter a bit as he holds you up for a bit longer, before he slowly sets you back down to your feet.  

You avoid looking at him now. He wonders if you regret it.  

But is that really any of his business? 

"Okay?" He asks, much to his own surprise as he helps you stand, music dull, bass almost the only thing you can both hear as he strips the condom off and finds some tissues to clean himself up- giving some to you as well. You take them silently, and clean yourself up, watching him throw everything into a trash bin nearby. It's only now that you seem to take a look around the small storage room you're both in, before you pull up your underwear, cringing at the odd feeling in your legs. "You good?" Jungkook chuckles- but you still don't look at him, simply nod before you seem to adjust yourself. How do you really feel about this? 

It's none of his business. So why does he feel like it is?  

"Do you.. I don't know, do you want me to drive you home?" He wonders. "If your friend isn't back, I mean." He adds, and you shrug.  

"Yeah." You tell him almost indifferently, before he nods, and leads you back outside, music suddenly loud and clear again. "but.. I think I can see here over there." You mumble, as Jungkook adjusts the back of your clothes for you, something he didn't even notice doing until his hands were already on you. There's something.. odd about you. A strange attraction, almost.  

He's not sure if it's just post-sex-attachment, or if it's genuine interest.  

“She seems awfully... occupied though.” Jungkook chuckles, watching together with you how she pretty much doesn’t seem to care that she’s basically getting undressed by the guy on the dancefloor. “I’ll wait with you at the bar if you’d like.” He suggests, and you shake your head, visibly disappointed.  

“No.” You deny. “Just..” You pull your little bag a little tighter over your shoulder. “..I changed my mind. Take me home, please.” You ask without looking at him, and he nods quietly, a hand on your shoulder leading you outside.  

His car is a little old, but the interior is clean and smells nice. He instantly turns the heat on, making sure you’re comfortable, radio playing quietly in the background while you click your phone into the holder, the navigation app having started to show him the journey to your home. “Oh? We don’t live that far apart.” He notices, as he pulls out of the parking lot in front of the club. “I live near the subway station, where that weird store is. The one where that old lady sells healing crystals and shit like that.” He attempts to smalltalk, and you nod.  

“Yeah, I know that one.” You answer. “My mom used to be friends with the woman that owns the shop..” You shrug.  

“Oh, cool.” He offers. “I don’t really believe in that stuff, but each their own.” He tells you.  

“I don’t believe in it either.” You admit. “But my mom does, so I just.. Pretend I do. I don’t like to fight with her.” You say, looking out the window to see it starting to rain a little.  

“You seem like someone who doesn’t like arguments.” He chuckles. “Which is a compliment, by the way.” He makes sure to underline. “Can I ask why you.. Seem so sad right now?”  

“Sure you can.” You say, before you look back at your hands in your lap. “It’s.. She does it a lot. My friend, I mean.” You admit, before you sigh. “I feel like she’s just.. I don’t know. Like I’m just a placeholder, good enough when there’s no one else around.”  

“Hm, I get what you mean.” He answers. “Some people are shit like that. My mom used to marry and divorce like she was aiming for a world record.” He laughs easily, stopping at a red light. “Some people just can’t be alone. It eats them up- so they take whatever company they can, and love too easily.” Jungkook explains.  

“But where’s the love in that?” You mumble almost too quiet for him to catch, looking out the window again where two children run through the rain after what you believe might be their mother holding a yellow umbrella.  

“For some, that’s love.” He shrugs. “It’s different for anybody. My definition of love probably is different from yours, and that’s fine too.” He offers.  

“I don’t even know.. What it is.” You sigh, defeated in your tone. “I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.”  

“You’ll know when it happens, trust me.” He tries to lift your mood. “Maybe we can.. I don’t know. Stay in touch, hang around together. I promise I might look like it but I’m not involved in any drug-related drama.” He laughs. “But all you need might just be a good friendgroup, a nice social circle. And I promise my friends are all cool, even though they’re all guys. They’re all in relationships- well, apart from me, but you know why that issue exists.” He chuckles.  

“You shouldn’t let her use you anymore, you know?” You say quietly, as the surrounding area outside the car becomes familiar. “You’re.. Too nice for someone like that.” You say, as he parks in front of the apartment building your phone exclaims is your destination of choice. You reach over to take your phone from the plastic holder, when you notice Jungkook watching you intently, before he speaks.  

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and you look at him with wide eyes, interior lights of his car reflecting in them, making him even more eager to find out how it’ll feel like if you gave him the chance. You shrug, before you nod, visibly confused, while his eyes roam around your face, as if they can’t decide what feature of yours to focus on.  

Everything looks too magical right now. Like some cheesy romantic drama.

He’s not sure if he likes it or not.  

But as his hand reaches out to help angle your face right to place his lips against yours, he’s surely enough made his decision, sweet lipbalm of yours fruity on his tongue as he fails to keep his cool, leaning over further, both of your eyes closed as you get lost in the whole action- though he finally has to break free, the moment enough to cut the spell you both have been under.  

“Well fuck me.” He starts to laugh. “Now I’ll definitely need your number.” he jokes, as he takes out his phone to do just that, your fingers typing in the numbers of your phone, your heart still racing in your chest.

All while his words keep repeating in your head.

'You'll know when it happens, trust me.'

[too-many-fandoms-tbh]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

BRUCE WAYNE (BATMAN) SMUT

(bruce wayne/batman x fem!reader)

can be read as any batman, but he is described to be a partying bachelor in this

warnings: rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, jealous sex, semi-public (private bathroom) sex, established relationship, slight toxic undertones?? aftercare

she knew it was for her protection, but god did y/n hate pretending not to know bruce in public. they'd attend events together, and she just had to stand there and watch every time as he flirted with all of the girls who approached him. sure, guys flirted with her all the time, but she never talked to them for more than a minute, and she'd always make sure not to lead them on. bruce didn't care; he had to keep up his "partying bachelor" status. she brought it up to him once, and he of course reassured her she was all he wanted, but that didn't mean it still didn't hurt.

currently, she was stood against a wall, arms crossed over her stomach as she glared at the girls whom were flocked around her boyfriend. she was wearing a long, bright red dress that hugged her curves tightly and had a deep v-neck. there was a slit going up her thigh, which exposed her silver heels and caused her to constantly adjust her dress in fear of exposing herself. the dress was so tight that she couldn't wear her normal safety-shorts without there being lines, so she'd been stressed about that all night.

"hey there," a voice said out of nowhere. she snapped her gaze away from bruce and immediately replaced her scowl with a polite smile as she turned to greet the man. "you look like you could use a refill."

she paused, eyes looking at the empty glass, provided by the event's servers, on the table next to her. she'd never seen the man in front of her before, but he was definitely handsome, with blonde hair and brown eyes. his tan hands both held glasses of champagne, one of which was being held out towards her. in fear of being impolite, she took the drink with nimble hands. she was a little worried that he might've done something to the drink, but with the amount of security the crowded event held, she supposed she was safe.

"thank you.." she prompted, eyes raised.

"frank." he said quickly, an awkward laugh. "frank campbell. and you are?"

"y/n l/n." she responded, taking a sip of the drink. it tasted the same as the ones she'd had before, and she cherished the flavor.

"what're you doing all the way over here?" he asked. "i'm sure you'd be a hit out there."

she nearly laughed at his attempts of flirting. "i'm just observing." she shrugged.

he turned to follow her gaze and his eyes landed on bruce, whom was still surrounded by women. "looking at wayne, huh? he's got all of the ladies here wrapped around his finger. i'm surprised you're not over there too, unless you have a boyfriend, of course."

how ironic.

"you sound jealous." she swirled the drink in her cup, looking up at him through her eyelashes. holy shit, she was flirting back, wasn't she?

"so what if i am?" he said boldly. "i think every man in this room is."

"and why is that?" she continued, taking another sip of her drink. as she did so, her eyes trailed over to bruce. she knew he'd look over at them eventually, he was protective like that, but now he was straight up staring at her. he looked upset, and for some reason, she was almost pleased with that result. maybe, just maybe, this would show him what it was like to be in her shoes. she winked at him once before turning her attention back to frank.

she nodded along as frank spoke, but honestly, she had tuned out on a lot of it as she was looking at bruce. when he finished talking, she had a good enough idea of what he said to respond.

"so what," she summarized with a slight smirk. if only he knew who he was talking to. "you think you could show a girl a better time than he could?"

"oh, i know i could."

"ah, i see." she set her almost-empty glass down and reached for her handbag off of the table. the small, designer bag was cute, but she hated the fact that it didn't have a strap. she was digging around in it, searching for her small tin of breath mints, when suddenly she knocked the bag over. it toppled to the ground, the contents spilling everywhere. she gasped, carefully falling to her knees in order to collect her things. frank squatted down too, doing his best to help. she could see the way his eyes landed on her cleavage before trailing down to the her thigh, where she was maybe an inch away from exposing the space between her thighs.

"sorry," she laughed awkwardly, suddenly a little uncomfortable under his gaze. his eyes never left her body as he handed her the occasional lipstick or bobby-pin from the floor. she thought she wanted this attention, in fact she'd been craving it all night, but she suddenly felt guilty as she realized what she was doing. apparently, she'd done a better job flirting than she'd thought she did, and now this man was looking at her as if he expected her to come home with him tonight. all whilst her boyfriend was watching.

speaking of bruce, she glanced up to see him staring directly at her, eyes narrowed. to make matters even worse, she and frank both reached for her phone at the same time, their hands connecting for a split second. she pulled away quickly, but frank was already making eye-contact with her, a blush on his face.

"that's everything," he said, finally looking at her face. he stood up, offering her a hand as well. despite the fact that she wanted to get up on her own, she took his hand, standing up as slowly as possible in order to keep her dress intact. the second his hand dropped hers, she was adjusting her dress again, wishing she'd worn the black dress that alfred suggested.

"oh, here," he said. she had no clue what he was doing, but suddenly, his hand was on her face. he brushed something off of her cheek and she stood there frozen. her eyes looked for bruce, and he was dismissing himself from the girls around him. he pulled out his phone as he walked, but she lost him in the crowds before she could see where he was headed. "you had a hair."

"thanks," she forced a smile. her phone buzzed in her purse, and after saying a quick apology to frank, she pulled it out. bruce's contact filled her screen, and her knees went weak as she read his text.

"Meet me in employee bathroom, two minutes. Down the stairs to your left. Don't be late."

"oh my god," she attempted to feign a dramatic gasp, but honestly, she didn't have to try that hard to fake being shocked because she genuinely was. bruce was very rarely that demanding, and if he was, it was only after a hard night out as batman. "i am so sorry, frank, but i have to go. business emergency."

"oh, no," frank seemed a little appalled at her sudden exit. "don't apologize. i hope everything is alright."

"yeah, thanks," she reached over for her glass of champagne and finished it with a long swig, ignoring his confused gaze. "it was lovely meeting you, really. i'll see you around, yeah?"

he seemed a little shocked, but she patted his shoulder once before grabbing her clutch and walking away. she walked as fast as she could in a restricting dress and heels, which, honestly, was quite slow. no one seemed to notice her as she snuck through the unlabeled doors and down the concrete stairs. she really hoped these were the correct stairs, because it took her nearly a minute to get down them without ripping her dress. immediately, a door labeled "family bathroom" appeared to her left, and in smaller letters it read "staff only".

she prayed that it was the right room when she knocked. as quick as lightning, bruce opened the door and pulled her inside. she fell against the door as he locked it behind her.

"well hello to you too," she sassed, ignoring how turned on she already was. if this was something serious and not sexual, then she was about to feel real stupid. "what's up?"

"i could ask you the same question." he said, voice barely controlled. "what's up with campbell over there?"

"oh, so you know him?" she inquired boldly. she could feel the alcohol in her veins, not enough to make her tipsy, but enough to make her words bolder.

"yeah, i do," he grumbled. "nice guy."

she laughed lightly. "that's surprising. he hates you."

"oh, does he?" bruce didn't seem phased. "and why is that?"

she pushed herself off of the door, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. "oh nothing much," she smirked up at him. "just thought he could fuck me better than you."

this caught bruce's attention and his eyes hardened. his large hands found place on her waist, pulling her closer.

"and would you let him?" his voice was raspy. he knew she wouldn't, they'd had that conversation before when they were actually being sincere, but he had to see what she'd say now.

"depends," she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "would you fuck handsy-pansy? i'm sure she thinks she's better than me."

"handsy" pansy was some blonde woman whom seemed to show up at every event, and each time she saw bruce, she'd fawn over him the whole time, laughing at everything he said and always touching him.

bruce pretended to think, watching as she scrunched her face up at him. she knew he was just doing it to get a rise out of her, and she planned to return the favor.

"maybe i'll go and talk to frank after all," she pulled away, pretending to reach for the door. "i'm sure he'd love to have me in his bed after all of this is over."

the next thing she knew, bruce grabbed her hand. he pulled her back, spinning her enough so that their chests collided and he could slam his lips against hers. the kiss was rough and passionate, and she found herself wrapping her hands around his neck to stay stable. his larger hands gripped her waist, slowly moving down to her ass with a harsh squeeze. she moaned in his mouth, arching her back against him.

"fuck you better than me, huh?" he growled, pulling away. he pulled her by her waist, shoving her towards the sink. her hands latched onto the counter and she could see bruce standing behind her in the mirror. she bit her lip as he grabbed the long dress, bunching it up at her waist, where it surprisingly stayed. she watched his breath catch in his throat when he realized she only had lace on underneath. he didn't say anything, simply palming her smooth ass before reaching between her legs. his calloused fingers slid over her soaked folds and she threw her head back, a bright blush on her face.

"you're already so wet," he commented, pulling away. he met her eyes in the mirror. "was all of this for him?"

"no," she shook her head quickly, going against any of her usual bratty instincts. "it's all for you, bruce."

"all for me, huh?" he repeated. as he spoke, she arched her back against him, attempting to grind herself against his thigh. his hands found place on her hips, and her actions were halted abruptly. his grip was rough, but not quite enough to be painful.

"i don't know," he tsked, making eye contact with her through the mirror. "you seemed pretty pleased with yourself out with campbell, acting like a slut, all whilst wearing the brand new dress i bought you."

"god," she whined, biting her lip. the way he was staring her down through the mirror, thumbs caressing her hips, was driving her crazy. "please, bruce! i'm yours, all yours."

"now you're begging?" he asked slyly, fingers moving down her hips and to her thighs, where he then stroked her skin softly. "so eager to be fucked like the slut you are, huh?"

"so what if i am?" she challenged, trying to slyly rub her thighs together. her actions didn't go unnoticed, and bruce roughly separated her legs. she nearly fell, leaning forward onto the sink.

"you beg me to go out more," he murmured under his breath. through the mirror, she could see him unbuckling his belt. "and this is the treatment i get. you want me to fuck you? fine, i'll fuck you. i'll fuck you so good the whole party will hear you, and campbell will know you're mine. that's what you wanted, right? for me to show you i care?"

his words were almost sappy, but his tone was the complete opposite.

"i've cared the whole time," his gruff voice continued. she heard the clink of his pants falling to his ankles. "it drove me crazy watching guys look you up and down, talking about you like you're their next meal."

he didn't give her time to respond, because he suddenly slid inside of her. she let out an airy moan, manicured fingers gripping the counter as she adjusted to the quick intrusion. the momentary pain was quickly being masked with pleasure as he leaned forward, craning his neck to place a soft kiss on shoulder. though the moment was tender, his voice was still a husky whisper in her ear. "god, if only they could see you now, see how you're all mine."

the next thing she knew, he was pounding into her like there was no tomorrow, snapping his hips against her so much that she felt her entire body bounce with each movement. she tried to make eye contact through the mirror, but she couldn't bear to keep her head up. a constant string of airy moans were leaving her mouth, and had she not been about to collapse, she would've brought a hand up to silence them.

"fuck, bruce.." she managed to sputter out. his pace was relentless; it seemed his hours of being batman really contributed to his stamina.

"what?" he practically growled from behind her. "you can't take it?"

"i can!" she cried out, head thrown back as she struggled to speak. "i-" her next sentence got cut off by a startled moan as one of bruce's hands left her hips and snaked around to pressure her clit.

she moaned out his name as he continued his assault, his finger now rubbing slowly against the bundle of nerves.

"fuck," he panted from behind her. "you gonna cum for me, yeah?"

she nodded, her body shaking in his arms. she wasn't sure how much longer she could take it before she collapsed onto the floor, but god did she love it.

"i need words, sweetheart." he said, his halting the actions of his fingers. he was still pumping into her, likely because he too was close, but she immediately whined at the loss of contact against her sensitive clit.

"yes!" she choked out, only to then moan again when he twiddled her clit between the pads of his calloused fingers.

it didn't take long before she could feel herself nearing an orgasm. biting her lip to prevent herself from screaming, y/n came roughly, legs shaking so hard she was scared her knees were going to buckle out from under her. she expected bruce to slow down, maybe give her a moment to recuperate, but his pace only quickened to a near impossible state. he was back to holding her hips with both hands, using his virtually painful grip on her body in order to pound into her even harder. she was shaking like a limp ragdoll in his arms, incoherent moans leaving her open mouth. she was even more sensitive than before, and she was sure anyone walking by would be able to hear her.

right when she was sure she'd get whiplash from being jerked around so much, not that she was complaining, she felt bruce let go inside of her, his liquid coating her insides. once he was finished, he slowed to a stop and slipped softly out of her. she almost immediately fell to the floor, but his now gentle grip was quick to grab onto her.

he spun her around to face him, supporting her weight with ease. he gave her an amused smile, and she couldn't help but just stare at him, her face still stuck in a fucked-out haze. her makeup was smeared, and there were many loose, frizzy hairs stuck to her face. she managed to pull her dress back down to cover herself, but it was full of wrinkles, and there was now a wet patch on the crotch.

bruce pulled her into his chest and leaned down to press a lasting kiss onto her lips. she brought her weak arms up to wrap around his neck, and he continued to hold onto her, now moving his hands up to her waist rather than her sensitive hips. the kiss was slow and soft, a large contrast to his actions only moments ago.

"what'd ya say we ditch this joint, yeah?" he said once he'd pulled away.

"but bruce.." she began to murmur, obviously still dazed.

"the gala can wait," he reassured. "i'm not needed there anyways. what matters to me is getting you home."

she frowned up at him, but it really didn't take long for her to give in. she hated to admit it, but with how rough he had been, there was some much-needed aftercare in store for her. and knowing bruce, he was going to make it his life's mission to make sure she is as comfortable as possible.

"alright.." she said eventually. she went to step out of his grasp, only for her legs to buckle under her weight on the first step. stifling a laugh, bruce scooped her into his arms bridal-style before she could even process what had happened.

"you still think he could fuck you better than me?" he teased as he pushed open the door. all she could do was giggle in response, resting her head on his shoulder as he carried her down the corridor and into their waiting car. as she'd suspected, she was showered in warm baths, cozy cuddles, and her favorite snacks for the rest of the evening, and though she was definitely sore, there was not a single ounce of regret in her mind.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Alright, bet...

John Egan X Female! Reader

Summary: John Egan wants a date, he's ready to do anything to have it...

Warning: Flirting/ allusion to sex/ historical inaccuracies/ alcohol/ use of Y/n/ Swearing.

The bar was crowded, and it was full of soldiers and women hoping to get the attention of the soldiers. The music was loud, and the smell of alcohol was filling the nostrils of everyone stepping inside the bar. Y/n and her friends were on a girl's night out. She was a dancer, she danced in bars, it was her way of making money. No husband and parents were not happy with her career choice. She was alone. When they stepped inside the bar, they were amazed at how many men in uniform were inside. "Is it a new military base?" One of her friends, Ollie, asked. "I don't know, but I have a thing for men in uniform," Jocelyn said. Making the girls laugh.

John Egan was drinking. He was going on the base tomorrow and wanted to enjoy his last night before duty calls. When he saw her enter, he thought she was beautiful. Her presence in the room was hot. She stepped near the bar, ordering drinks. They made brief eye contact before she was dragged by her friends at a table. He had a new objective tonight: Get a date with her. He was watching her, laughing, talking and smiling to something her friend said. He clearly needed to talk to her.

When the girls saw a man approaching the table, they squealed, How was this handsome man going to talk to? "Good evening, ladies. Can I buy you something to drink?" Egan said, leaning against the table. Y/n smirked. It was the same man that she'd made eye contact with earlier. They looked at each other, making it clear who the chosen one. "We're good, but our friend here wants another one," Ollie said, pointing to Y/n. She mentally hit her, way to make it obvious, she thought. Y/n got up her seat and walked with Bucky to the bar. "I'm John, but call me Bucky," he said to her. "Y/n," She said, looking at him. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?" He flirted. "Drinking, just like you. I'm not working tonight, I thought I could go out and have some fun. What are you doing here, Bucky?" His name rolled on her tongue. He grins as he orders two shots of whisky. "Same thing as you, what do you do for work?" He asked, handing her the shot. "I'm a showgirl, I sing and dance to entertain people," She boldly said. She grew more confident about her job. At first, she'd lie about it. But now, she didn't care about the other people's opinions. They both drank the liquid and smiled. "You sing?" He asked. She nodded, looking at him.

"What would it take to get a date with you?" Bucky asked. They didn’t know how much they both drank or how many time had passed, but they both went to sit at a table. Just the both of them, her friends had left. She giggled when he mentioned a date. "Are you asking me out, Bucky?" She said, smiling. "Yup," he admitted. An idea came to her mind. The band was playing music, and it needed vocals. "If you go on that stage and sing a song, I will go out with you." She dared him. A spark in his eyes lit up. If there was one thing that John Egan loved, it was signing. Plus, the alcohol in his system made him more confident. "Alright, bet," he said as he got up his seat. He started to dance a little. The maestro looked confused, but when Bucky took the microphone and started to sing, he understood.

Y/n couldn't believe that he was actually doing it. She laughed as she heard his voice. It was joyful, raspy, and filled with passion. He knew he wasn’t a good singer, but he was getting that date. During the song, he looked directly in Y/n's direction. He had a huge smile on his face, and so did she. He was really committed to the song, and when there weren't any lyrics to sing, he was dancing again. At the end of the song, he took the mic again. "Thank you, I just earned a date!" He cheered. Y/n put her hands in her face. She was going on a date with him...

"I still can't believe you actually sang." She laughed. They both laughed. They left the bar after Bucky's performances. "Yeah, well, I wanted a date," he said, smiling. She looked down, blushing. "Now, what do I have to do to get a kiss?" She said. Bucky was speechless. She just flirted with him. "Nothing, darling, you can kiss me right now," he said. She looked at him, pulled him by his tie, and their lips crashed together. Bucky put a hand on her cheek. When they pulled away, his lips were red and a little bit swollen. "Holy fuck, can I kiss you again?" He asked. She nodded and their lips crashed again. Who would've thought that him singing would've get him that far. He was so gonna brag about it to Buck!

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Hey! I just wanted to rant/thirst to you about Freminet, so spoiler warning for some of his locked/upcoming voice lines bc I’m going absolutely insane over how he manages to flirt so submissively. Freminet may be truly sweet and innocent, but you can’t tell me that he isn’t purposefully advertising his subby nature. This guy automatically declines tasks from ppl other than his family, but offers himself up to “be of some use to you” in the first greeting 🤨. He straight up asks for orders with zero shame but it’s really the subtle things that are making me obsessed. I can’t really explain properly but it’s kind of like how a brat baits a dom into being more aggressive except he does it in a soft way?? He’s almost one of those mildly manipulative uwu boys going “I’m so shy 🥺👉👈 plz fuck me.”

Example A: Probably the best known example of this is one of his ascension lines where he goes “You didn't have to do this for me, you know. I'd obey you regardless.” Wtf bro, you can’t just say that?!? Being a bad liar doesn’t excuse you from not even trying to hide the horny. Please stop before I bend you over. I know some ppl interpret this as sad but imo it’s one of the most boldly sexual things to come out of his mouth.

Example B: Freminet mentions always having a home at the House of Hearth. And when you ask him to join your party he either says “At your command.” or eagerly asks us to take him (with us). But in the last option he replies with “Well, *fake ass sigh* I’ve got nowhere to go…” like he’s actively fantasizing about us making him come (along). I can just tell he’s smiling while saying this shit, he ain’t slick.

Example C: In an upcoming event the Traveler jokes about wanting to try on his helmet. Immediately the whore behavior jumps out and Freminet responds with “Well, if it’s an order…” Then there’s legit an option to say back “Yep, that’s an order”. Excuse me?!? Are you fucking kidding?!? I am actually gonna go feral rn. Like ofc Paimon interrupts saying “Hey, now’s not the time!” Paimon knows Freminet won’t get anything done once I slut him out like he’s obviously begging to be. “We don’t want to bother him now.” Bother him??? Bitch, he won’t be able to talk or walk once I’m done with him.

Anyways, that’s the end of my rant, but like wtf Genshin? Atp they might as well just let us give the kinky mf a contract and a collar

Bonus Points: The way Freminet will use his soft, raspy voice to randomly bust out a line more romantic than the actual poet characters in-game is crazy. Traveler just said goodnight like a normal person, wdym "May your dreams be as dazzling as the starry night above the ocean, and your dreamless nights be naught but filled with serene respite." Excuse me Prince Charming, how the hell am I supposed to go to bed without you in it now?

HKJFKSFSBDKDJSF

Anon please, I thoroughly enjoyed your analysis and now I cannot unhear these voice lines as anything except subby begging behavior 😵‍💫

Freminet has us all whipped with his pretty voice, short-shorts, and flirting. He knows exactly what he's doing and has no shame, it seems

[ageingfangirl2]

Met Your Match! Shanks (OPLA)

Shanks might have met his match when hitting on you in a tavern. You give as good as he takes. Shanks x Reader (female implied)

SHANKS

Another port, another tavern, another night of drinking and good times. The rest of the crew were merry, loud and mingling with the locals while I scanned the tavern for someone to keep me company. I was very confident in my ability to flirt and swoon women into my bed, and most girls in this tavern were already eyeing me up. However, there was one girl who sat alone at the end of the bar drinking and not paying attention to anything around them.

As I approach them they turn to face me and look me up and down, before going back to their drink, 'Not interested, find someone else.'

I sit on the stool next to them and order a beer, 'why would I find someone else when I want you,' I say boldly, puffing out my chest and accepting this challenge.

They laugh, 'someone's confident. I've had a long day, and I'm pretty sure another girl in here would be happy with your attention.'

'What do you do? I'm Shanks by the way,' I ask, genuinely interested, and maybe I could get their name.

They sigh, 'I'm a carpenter, and call me y/n.'

You didn't come across many female carpenters, and now looking closer I could see bits of sawdust on their clothes and they smelt like varnish. I can't keep the smirk off my face.

I clear my throat, 'I wish you were my big toe. Then I could bang you and every piece of furniture.'

y/n turns to face me trying to suppress a laugh, 'Okay Shanks, what's the difference between a G-Spot and a golf ball?'

I take a swig of beer, 'what's the difference?'

'A guy will look for a golf ball,' they answer deadpan.

I throw my head back and howl with laughter, finally someone else with a similar sense of humour, 'You've been sleeping with idiots love. You're cute as U in it, but quickie has U and I together.'

y/n nearly spits out their drink, their eyes twinkling as they take a deep breath, 'what do you call a man who cries when he pleasures himself? A tear-jerker.'

I take note of a few girls around us who were eyeing y/n up with disgust, maybe because they had my attention or maybe because of their dirty mouth. Either way, neither of us cared and continued to trade dirty jokes.

I straighten up, 'how is sex like a thunderstorm?'

y/n rests their chin on their hands smiling up at me, 'You're the pirate, tell me.'

I wink, 'You never know how many inches you'll get and how long it will last.'

Resting their chin on one hand, they reach over with the other and try to shove me crinkling their nose, 'how is playing bridge similar to sex? If you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand--' they pause, eyes going wide, 'shit! sorry!'

Some stray strands of hair fall onto their face so I lean over and brush them behind their ear, our faces close, y/n blushing as I lick my lips, 'I only need one love. I've got one more for you if you think you can handle it. How is life like a penis?'

y/n gulps, 'How is life like a penis Shanks?'

'It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it,' I whisper.

y/n looks down and bites their lip, 'Why the hell not, meet me in the bathroom.'

I watch y/n get up and head towards the bathroom. I quickly finish my drink and get up to follow them, not caring who saw us and my obvious bulge. It had been a while since a girl had got me hard with words alone.

Y/N

Shanks enters the bathroom, locks the door, and before you can properly compose yourself after whatever the hell happened at the bar, he pushes you against the wall, his lips attaching to your neck quickly finding your sweet spot as if he could read minds.

You moan and tilt your head to give him a better angle, your hands reaching for the hem of his pants, while he does the same to your pants, both of you making quick work of the underwear of the other.

'Fuck me, Shanks,' you beg.

He comes up for air after switching between kissing and biting your neck, eyes dark and hungry as he smirks, 'Let me make you feel good after a long hard day.'

You squeak as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist before he thrusts inside you without warning. It had been a while since your last time so you were tight but your body greedily wanted more despite the pain.

'Faster...' you gasp.

He complies and picks up the pace, 'so tight,' he growls, 'but it's like you were made for me,' he hums.

Not wanting to be heard you cover your mouth with your hand, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. The only sounds are Shanks grunts and skin on skin. You didn't care how needy you looked as it doesn't take long for you to cum.

'Good girl, hold on a little longer,' he pants.

His thrusts become sloppier, and with one last thrust, he cums inside you. He stays inside you as the two of you come down together, and you remove your hand from your mouth.

'Being a carpenter has some advantages, Shanks,' you say playfully, lacing your fingers through his hair.

He raises a single eyebrow, 'tell me.'

You peck his lips, 'I'm good with wood and my hands.'

Shank's eyes light up, mischief the most obvious emotion, 'my ship is wooden. I could put your hands to good use love.'

After cleaning up you leave the bathroom together and it is obvious to everyone in the tavern what the two of you had just done, especially his crew who hoot and holler as Shanks leads you towards them with his arm around your waist and beaming like the cat who'd gotten the cream.

'Boys this is y/n, who wants another round?' he calls out.

Everyone cheers as Shanks sits you down next to a man who has black hair with a sprinkling of grey in it. You didn't expect to end your day screwing a pirate in a bathroom and drinking with his crew.

[megxplryxb]

Minors DNI...

Not my gif!

Warnings: Mentions of sex, heavy flirting

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Imagine....Robin dragging you to one of Steve's stupid parties and it’s honestly the last place you want to be, having already had to endure 8 hours in Family Video with him that day. Steve’s already in the corner of his kitchen, looking like a million dollars, talking to some blonde you recognise from the video store and you hate how it’s bothering you that she has her well manicured hands on his biceps but you grit your teeth, grabbing a drink and downing it quickly (your first of several that night). Of course it’s all part of Steve’s big plan to make you jealous, cause he’s really only got eyes for one girl. But you’re too damn stubborn to admit that you might actually like your handsome coworker because you didn't want to be one of those stupid girls that fell for Steve The fucking Hair Harrington....

When Steve grows bored of the lingering looks you've been exchanging all night, getting tired of pretending the guys lining up to make their move on you weren't irritating him, he walks toward you, a confident smirk across his face as he lifts his arm over your head to lean on the wall, closing you in.

You try your best to look displeased in his presence but when he boldly presses his body against yours, telling you just how pretty you look in your little red dress, you know instantly you're done for, cause you couldn't keep pretending that you didn't want to fuck Steve Harrington's brains out.

“So, princess, what exactly do you suggest we do about this sexual tension between us?” He whispers so causally in your ear and you're cursing at the way he has your thighs clenching just from how he was looking at you. Like you were the only person in the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Harrington." You reply, smiling sweetly, as Steve bites the corner of his bottom lip, grinning.

"So those hot little denim shorts you wore to work today weren't for my benefit? Like you didn't knock over those tapes on purpose so you could bend over in front of me, sweetheart..." He teases, stealing a little moan from you as his fingers begin to dance on the bare skin of your backless dress and you weren't sure how much longer you could stand not kissing him.

"Liked what you saw, Stevie?" You ask boldly, knowing it wasn't the alcohol setting your skin on fire now. It was all down to him.

"I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart. But if you want me to admit it, then yeah, got me hard as a fuckin' rock."

"Did you touch yourself thinking about it?" You whisper in his ear, tugging at his shirt, his lips trailing the exposed skin of your collarbone, slowly moving his fingers from your hip, sliding them down your thigh but stopping just as he hears your breath hitch.

"Did you?" He smirks, letting his hand fall back to his side again and he can't help but grin when he sees the disappointment spreading across your face at the lack of friction between you.

"No more games, princess, you know I want you and I know you want me, even if it kills you to admit it.... So, I'm gonna go upstairs and if you want me to show you just exactly what I wanted to do to you earlier, you'll follow me there in five minutes." Steve instructs, leaving you standing there hot and needy for more.

It didn't take you five minutes to make your decision but fuck, work was going to be totally awkward on Monday.......

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part Twenty (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of drinking (not in a bad way, but it's there), anger, yelling, trauma, mentions of violence and toxic/abusive family (Eris's) Some suggestiveness and horrible flirting

Part nineteen

Tag list: @esposadomd

A/N: Yeah, I didn't keep track of how much I wrote so this one is REALLY long. Basically more secrets and flirting at the end.

I sit in the cabin with a cup of tea, sipping on it as Eris and Rhys talk.

They thought that I wasn’t listening, that I was too shell shocked or stunned to speak, but in reality I didn’t want to have to talk this through with the two of them yet.

It was almost worse listening to them while they talked about me.

“Do you knew what he was doing to my sister and didn’t think to fucking tell me!?” Rhys whisper-shouted at Eris.

I could feel the heat Eris was emitting in his rage from here as he responded through gritted teeth, “I’m sorry, but you were living there and didn’t notice.  I don’t think anything I could have said would have done a damn thing.”

I can feel the rage radiating off of both of them, and I finally have enough, slamming the cup down on the table, ignoring the pain as hot tea sloshed over the sides and onto my hands.

They’re both silent as I seethe, barely able to contain my rage.

“Stop talking about me as if I’m not here.”

Eris is smart enough not to make a peep, but Rhys steps up, speaking in low comforting tones, “Y/n, I’m so sorry.  We’re just worried about-”

I resist the urge to hurl the tea mug at his head and instead shove away from the table and get to my feet, tromping toward the door.

“Wait, where are you-”  Rhys starts but I quickly cut him off.

“If you both want to go home, follow.”  I snap, and Eris is quick to follow me.

Rhys stands there for a moment as I throw the door open, but I hear Eris murmur to him, “She will in fact leave you here.  She’ll come back, but I suggest not gambling with how long.”

Despite the rage that’s still coursing through my veins, a smile tugs at my lips as Rhys quickly moves to follow me at Eris’s warning.

He wasn’t lying.  I once left him in the middle because he was in a pissy mood.

Of course, I kept an eye on him and made sure he didn’t get eaten by kelpies or caught by the weaver.

I stop in the middle of the snow, creating the portal back to the land of the living.

As we all step through, it seems that the group we left behind is sitting in uncomfortable silence.

Without a word, I give the whole room two middle fingers and back out into a different room.

I heard somebody choking down laughter as I slammed the door behind me.  I look around and realize I’m in a bedroom.

Frustrated and exhausted I go over and sit on the bed.

When was the last time I had gotten a good night's sleep?  Or slept at all.

I stare down at the surface of the bed for only a moment before murmuring, “fuck it.”  and laying down on top, deciding to only take a short nap until someone came looking for me.

Eris:

I had checked in on Y/N and saw she was asleep, so I had kept the door closed while the rest of us started back into planning.

“This isn’t going to work, we need something more than just extra defenses.”  Rhysand growls, prowling back and forth across the room.

I tried not to roll my eyes, like we didn’t already know that.

“She’s probably got some plan for that too, but knowing Y/N, she’s going to keep it a secret until the last minute.”  Sam responds, lounging back in the large chair.  He’s incredibly small in comparison to the giant arm chair, but his threatening manner makes him appear larger.

We all pause and stare at this human for a minute, and my lips twitch, trying to form a smile against my will.

Speaking so boldly in front of a room full of fae that could absolutely destroy him if they so wanted caught all of our attention.

Though, maybe I was underestimating him.

“Do you have any idea what she’s planning at all?”  Rhys asks, his voice sharp as his violet eyes cut into Sam.

The boy smirks.  “Well, I don’t see any reason to tell you if she hasn’t yet.”

I could get used to watching Rhysand fume without being able to do anything about it.  Even if he wasn’t worried about hurting him with his fae strength, no one dared argue too hard with the human.

After all, it was clear that he and Y/N were close friends.

I wonder what her life was like, all those years… well, dead I guess.

She hadn’t talked about it, even with me.  Which either meant we just hadn’t had the time or…

I had heard what her father said, about marrying her off to one of the Asteri.  What they had tried to do to her.

“Eris?”

I snapped out of my thoughts, only to realize the chair under my fingers was smoking, the room filling with the smell of burnt leather.

 “Yes?”  I ask in a casual drawl, switching which leg I had crossed over the other as I looked at Lucien, who had noticed my strange behavior.

His jaw worked, and I realized suddenly that he was worried about me.  “I was thinking we should postpone any further discussion until Y/n’s back, do you agree?”

I’m quick to nod my head, already aware that anything we did at this point was going to dissolve into more fighting, maybe even brawling.

I wouldn’t mind throwing a punch or two right now.

Everyone grumbles, but agrees, and I suddenly remember that I am the owner of this cabin, and that it’s my responsibility to get everyone properly sorted.

So I stand, explaining that rooms would have to be shared, how many there were, and where they were at, before leaving to let them sort themselves out, manners be damned.

It was not that long ago I wouldn’t have dared to leave them to their own devices like that, to not place the cruel albeit well mannered host.

Things were changing though, and with all the rushing around, I hadn’t had time to think of the possible consequences of my actions.

My poor mother, for example.

I had scars to remind me of every blow, every lashing and cut I had received at my families hands, but the ones that had cut the deepest were not the ones I had received myself, no, but the horrors I had to watch my mother live through.

Beron had quickly found out how much I cared for her, and used it against me, threatening her everytime I dared to even look at him wrong.

It was a nightmare of an existence, and sometimes he hurt her anyway, forcing my brothers to hold me back and watch.

They had no souls, my brothers, small sinister and cowardly clones of my father.  The only family I had ever cared about was my mother and Lucien.  Two people I would happily die for.

I had already failed one, my brother a walking corpse that would soon have to leave this world.  Along with my mate.

What cruel tastes the mother has, letting me call the only female I’ve ever truly loved my mate, only to know that she would soon be whisked away once more.

I rush out the back door, gulping down breaths of fresh air.

If my father found out what I was doing, he would make sure my mother paid the price for it.

That was the reason I had been plotting to kill him, after all.  Such a thing wasn’t taken lightly in Prythian, and I only had plans to stick around long enough that Lucien became the next high lord.

Sure, maybe he’s Helion's son, and his rightful place was in the dawn court, but I wouldn’t be able to stay and rule.  Not over the court I despised, the court that let my brother’s lover be beheaded, the court that had clapped me on the back when they heard of the arranged marriage between me and The Morrigan, fully knowing how much she didn’t want it.

The court that had kept me away from Y/N.

“Eris.”

Another time I would have welcomed my brother actually worrying about me, seaking me out.

But everything was too much right now, and I had to bite back a foul response that I knew would have driven him away.

“I’m really not in the mood right now brother.”  I snarl, barely keeping the flames that boiled under the surface from exploding in a wave of fiery rage.

Lucien came over and patted me on the back anyway, the gesture awkward.  “It’s been… a rough day for everyone.”

My stomach twisted, self disgust started to eat me up.  Here I was moping after my brother quite literally died and is still walking around.

“I’m sorry.  You shouldn’t have to come and try to comfort me after… everything.”  The confession is for more than just today, and we both know it.

I remember when Lucain was a small child, I loved playing big brother, doing for him what my brothers had never done for me.

Looking at Lucien now, sometimes I forgot how different he was from the young boy that smiled crookedly because I brought him a new toy from another court.

He took my arm in his, and started to drag me off away from the cabin.

“Wait, where are we going?”  I question, not really fighting him as he drags me further into the forest.

Lucien grins at me, his hair mussed and hanging in his face.  “Well, after I realized where we were, I remembered a tavern nearby, I was thinking maybe we could get a drink.”

I couldn’t help but raise a brow.  “A drink?”

He rolled his eyes.  “If there is any time to have a drink, tonight is it, and I’d rather not go alone.”

My lips tug upward as I sigh, acting as if this was all such an inconvenience.  “I guess I could go for one drink.”

Lucien smirked, but as we walked off, I realized this was the closest I had been to my brother in a while.

Y/N:

I stir awake as a gentle arm wraps around my midsection, pulling me in and cradling me with their body.

I could recognize Eris’s scent anywhere, and snuggle into the male behind me, half asleep and a peaceful feeling enveloping me.

My eyes crack open a bit more as I scent alcohol on his breath though.

“Where did you go?”  I mumble, barely keeping my eyes open as he hummed, gently tucking my loose strands of hair behind my ear.

“Lucien took me out to get a drink.”  He says, only sounding slightly tipsy, which I am thankful for.

I smile, even as I start to drift back to sleep.

“What did you two talk about?”  I ask, the words slurring together in a haze of sleep.

Eris laughs softly, seemingly unaware of the words slipping out of his mouth as he starts to slip into a peaceful sleep next to me, “We talked about mother, and how we could help her.  I asked his advice on what to do with the court, because I have no plans to leave your side.”

His face snuggles into the crook of my neck, finally falling asleep.

But now I am awake.  Wide awake.

I had forgotten.  How had I forgotten?

He always told me what Beron did to his mother, and we had both always been helpless to stop it.

But now…

But now I had power.  Now I could do something.

The thought eats me up from the inside.  It would be so easy to go over to the autumn court and put that miserable piece of shit in his place

I soon realize that I’m not going to get anymore sleep, and carefully detach myself from Eris, making sure not to wake him.

He reaches out for me after I stand, his face scrunching up unhappily in his sleep at my absence, andI debate just laying back down.

But this was something I had to do.

There was nothing I could do about my father with my mother’s life on the line, but I could save his.

So I shrug on a coat and head out the door, winnowing after I was a good distance from the cabin.

The autumn court was just as detestable as it was when I last saw it.  If anything, it had gotten worse, the poor getting poorer and the rich becoming more and more powerful.

Anyone who stepped foot in this court could tell there was something brewing, but right now, that worked to my advantage.

The halls are empty at this early hour and my footsteps echo in the long extravagant halls, unable to escape the gold no matter where you look, from the baseboards to the intricately carved furniture.

I had traveled enough that even if I didn’t know the high lord, I would be able to recognise his arrogance and haughtiness just from how he decorated.

I entered the throne room, and just as I had hoped, he had been aware of my presence in the castle, and severely underestimated me.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so relaxed on his throne with no guards nearby.

“You’re usually supposed to bow to your superiors.”  He drawls, and I let my mouth tilt into a crooked little smile.

Maybe Rhys had the mask of the vicious high lord and Eris had the mask of the arrogant monster, but I’d been living with many masks all my life.

And the one of the angry goddess was my favorite.

I let my power sort of ooze from me, swirling along the floor and covering the walls, letting the cover of night without the aid of stars cover every inch of the room except for a small circle around Berons golden throne.

His enraged and slightly terrified face was staring right at me, and I let my teeth grow slightly, partially turning into that beastly form some members of our family could become and forming black talons on the ends of my delicate fingers, my wings starker and their talons even sharper.

A crooked halo of starlight appears above my head, adding to the utterly terrifying expression I wore as I cloak myself in the swirling darkness.

“What were you saying about superiors Beron?”  I ask in a lilting voice, taunting him.

He carefully schools his face back into one of nonchalant, but I can still see the fear behind his eyes as he readjusts into an even more guarded pose.

“What is it exactly that you want, bat?” He spat, and my grin split wider across my face and I walked closer to his throne, the night rippling in my wake.

He leaned back, almost scrabbling as I stood right in front of him, grinning down at him as my eye glowed with sheer power.

“What I want…”  I start, making a god awful noise as I scrape my talon along the gold armrest of his throne, leaving a long gash.  “Is to make a bargain lord.”

His face is torn between rage and curiosity.

I think his fear is the deciding factor, because he relents and asks, “What sort of bargain?”

I smile, stepping back just enough to give him room to breathe, but not enough to let him relax.

“You don’t lay a hand on Eris, Lucien or your wife again.  You don’t have anyone else hurt them, you don’t let them get hurt mentally or physically by yourself or anyone or anything you know is going to hurt them. And I don’t kill you.  Good deal?”

I had thought it out as best as I could in the last hour, and maybe it was a bit repetitive, but it covered all the bases.

I had never been good at bargains, but this one was the most important I had ever made, and I wasn’t going to slip up and leave a loophole for this bastard.

He mulls it over, and I hold my breath.  I truly hadn’t thought it would be this easy.

“No.  How am I supposed to get anything done if I’m always worried about hurting them mentally?”  He asks, rolling his eyes.

Even though I’m surprised it’s not an outright no, I’m still hesitant.

But what else could he do?  If the worst it was going to be was him speaking nastily to them, that I could handle.

And if he tried to go after me, or Helion if he ever found out, we could handle him.

It’s times like these I was glad Eris let me in on that little secret.  Maybe I’d give Helion a little heads up Beron might be coming after him to get to his mate.

If Eris’s mother ever wanted to leave, I would help.

So, reluctantly, I nod. “Alright, so you don’t hurt or have any of them hurt physically and I don’t k-”

“You also don’t injure me in any way.”  He interupts, grinning, and I have to battle with myself not to kill him right now.

I need the other courts to support me in case the Asteri actually made it here.

Killing Beron, despite how awful he is, would scare the rest of them off.

I groan.  “Fine.  I don’t harm you in any way and you don’t physically hurt Lucien, Eris, their mother, or have them hurt.”

He nods.  “It’s a bargain.”

Eris:

I wake up alone, and I start to worry, pulling lightly on the fiery bond that now ran between me and Y/N.

She hadn’t said anything about it yet, and there was a consistent worry in the back of my head.

What if she didn’t want it?  To be tied to me like that?

After everything I’d done, I wouldn’t blame her.

A comforting wave of emotions washed over me, pulling me from my thoughts and I smiled.

Whatever she was up to, she was okay.

I go to get out of bed, but I'm surprised as a flower tumbles from the sheets, a red carnation lies next to me, making me smile even wider as I take it and place it in an empty vase.

I realize that all of the clothing I currently have in the closet is more comfortable than fancy.  I kept emergency outfits in a chest in the attic, but I would have to go through one of the rooms I had assigned to the others to get to it.

I start to worry about it, but I just pick out the best looking sweater and the only pair of slacks in the closet and head out into the main room.

The only one there is Nesta, and I can’t help it as a mischievous smile works its way onto my face, planning something.

Nesta doesn’t notice me yet, but her head swivels as Y/n walks in the front door, slightly glowing with power as she flexes her fingers as if trying to expel something.

Her eyes met mine for only a moment before she sauntered over to Nesta, leaning against the wall.  “So how are you doing this morning my lady?”  She asks, and I’m shocked at the lower inviting tone she uses.

Even more surprised when for a moment, Nesta seems speechless.

I tug on the bond and Y/N lets her eyes slowly move to mine, raising an eyebrow, and I realize what this was about.

So she was going to flirt with Nesta because of that time I had danced with Nesta.  Not because she was jealous, no Y/n wasn’t that type of person.

She was trying to one up me.

Challenge accepted.

Y/N:

Eris starts to walk over, and I can’t help the excitement that sparks between us through the bond.  This was going to be fun.

I smirk at Nesta as she finally finds her voice.  “I am doing just fine.  Where were you all night?”

My eyes sparkle, and I taunt, “Why?  Were you searching for me last night, Nesta?”  I ask, rolling her name off my tongue as if it didn’t want to leave my tongue.

She straightened up a little bit, but before she could respond Eris was already at her other side, his pretty eyes trained solely on her.

“Now, come dear, if she was looking for anyone, she would have been looking for me.”  He says smoothly, his voice dropping an octave.

Nesta is struggling to hide the blush creeping up on her face, and I wonder how far we can push her before she punches one or both of us.

Instead to my surprise I hear more than see Cassian enter, eyebrow arched.  “I might have expected this sort of behavior from Eris, but from you y/n?”  He tries to make it come out playful, but it’s obvious his feathers are ruffled.

No way in hell I was letting Eris win this little game, so I turned to Cassian with my lashes lowered, looking at him as I asked innocently, “What, feeling left out Cass?  I can fix that.”

He practically spits out his drink, and Nesta holds back laughter at seeing Cassian sputter.

There’s a warning tug on the bond and I grin even wider, careful not to look at him as Cassian quickly came over and whispered to Nesta, “Let’s head out and let these two sort out whatever shit is causing this.”  He tells her with a grin and she nods, smirking a little.

“Hey Nesta, you know there’s a reason they call him Cassian-”  I say, smacking his ass right before Eris came over and picked me up, winnowing us away.

He slams the door to his room shut, but not before I can hear Nesta’s cackling laughter.

Eris and I stare at each other for a minute before he breaks down into a fit of laughter.  “You fucking smacked- you-”  He wheezes, and I grin.

“Well, I was running out of ideas and I’d been thinking about that pun for a while.”  I explain, blushing a little now that what I had done was sinking in.

He cocks an eyebrow at me as he starts to calm down.  “Exactly how much time did you spend thinking about Cassian’s ass?”

I scoff and shove him lightly.  “What a dirty mind you have, Eris.”  I tease, and his hands land on my hips, pulling me into him.

“The perfect match for your dirty mouth, petal.”  He says, nuzzling my neck.

I let out a breathy little laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck and tilting my head to give him better access.  “Since when did you call me petal?”

He hums against my skin and my toes curl in my shoes.  “Since you left me a flower for me to wake up to.”

I blush, having forgotten that little thing I had done to hopefully ease his worry. 

I let out a little snort, and he pulls back to look at me, his head tilting curiously.  “What’s funny Petal?”

Shaking my head, I’m quick to explain, “If I’m a flower, I’m no normal one.  More likely one made out of metal or flame, quick to cut and burn.”

He sees it for what it is, not something I’m ashamed of, just something that happens to be true, something I could be proud of.

Something sparks in his eyes and he grins, and I can’t help but try and save that image with his hair mussed and a look of pure excitement and joy.

“Turn around.”  He insisted and I can’t help but chuckle as I do.

I can sense his magic, and I struggle to stay turned around, patience not being one of my strong suits.

He tapped on my shoulder, and I whirled around excitedly, gasping as I saw what he held in his hands.

It was a flower made of flame, hovering slightly over his hands.

He gestured for me to take it, and I was careful as I reached my hands out, letting it hover above my cupped hands, the warmth radiating off of it comforting.

I hadn’t realized how long I was staring into the beautiful flower until he gently tilted my head up with a single finger, leaning his forehead against mine as he whispered, “My perfect fiery petal.”

I smiled, letting him hold me a while longer, hoping he didn’t notice the spattering of ink that painted the top half of my back, not unlike drops of blood.

A subtle threatening tattoo to mark the bargain I had made with his father.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d fallen into some trap, even though everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

It had to be.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Clipped Wings: Chapter Nine

Clipped Wings: After living a life in seclusion due to an over protective father, you sneak away to experience life as it really is. Slowly building up the woman you always wanted to be, your quiet life is interrupted when you meet a rather elastic boy and his crew. This is just the beginning of trouble and your carefully crafted life starts to crumble around you. The past never really stays in the past, and now it has come knocking. In more ways than one.  

Warnings: Explicit Activities Mention.

To Note: Dracule Mihawk x Reader, NAMED!FemReader, Some physical features have been given (hair & eye color).

Word Count: ~2.7k

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The predawn light filters through the thin curtains of the room, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. Mihawk sits by the window, Yoru resting across his knees. The rhythmic scrape of the whetstone against the blade is almost meditative, each stroke meticulously controlled. He sharpens his sword with the same precision he applies to every aspect of his life.

In the bed behind him, you lay sprawled, your body a canvas of your shared night. Your black hair fans out across the pillow, framing your peaceful face. The marks of his passion— bruises, love bites, and the carved cross—stand out starkly against your skin. Mihawk's eyes linger on the dried passion that clings to your inner thighs, marked by your virginal blood, with a mixture of pride and possessiveness.

The memory of your soft moans and desperate pleas for release plays in his mind like a cherished melody. He had pushed you to your limits and beyond, reveling in the way you had responded to his every touch. Now, in the quiet aftermath, he finds a strange satisfaction in watching the evidence of your intimacy bloom across your body. Only he would have that pleasurable memory.

He turns his attention back to Yoru, running the whetstone along its edge once more. Mihawk's thoughts drift as he works, replaying moments from the previous night. The way you had boldly flirted with him, unaware of his reputation or identity; how you had welcomed his touch with a mixture of innocence, curiosity, and desire; your eyes—a rare violet that hinted at secrets he longed to uncover. You are a refreshing change he greatly needed, and now desires.

You stir, eyelids heavy as they flutter open. A dull ache pulses through your body, a stark reminder of the night before. Muscles you didn't know existed protest as you shift slightly on the bed, trying to gather your bearings. You blink away the sleep and glance around, taking in the unfamiliar room and the soft light of dawn creeping through the curtains.

Then it hits you—you have a ship to catch.

"Ship!" You gasp out, panic setting in, and you scramble out of bed, the sheet tangling around your legs momentarily before you kick it off. Your mind races as you frantically search for your clothes, your eyes darting around the floor. The dress you wore last night lies in a crumpled heap near the door. You rush over, grabbing it with shaking hands.

"Where are they?" you mutter to yourself, glancing around for your underclothes and stockings.

Your bra is easy enough to find; it's draped over the back of a chair. You snatch it up and slip it on quickly, your fingers fumbling with the clasp. But your underwear and stockings remain elusive. Oh well. Behind you, Mihawk's eyes follow your every move, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he continues sharpening his sword, you oblivious to him and his watchful gaze.

With no other choice, you pull on your dress and grab your bag from the table. Your heart pounds in your chest as you dart towards the door and fling it open. As you are dashing out, Mihawk continues his run his wet stone against Yoru, but his eyes are now elsewhere. The very object you couldn't seem to find lays at the foot of the bed, partially obscured: your underwear.

You've left him a souvenir.

You sit on the deck of passenger ship, the salty breeze tangling your hair and carrying the scent of the ocean. The gentle rocking of the vessel provides a soothing rhythm, almost lulling you into a sense of calm instead of sea sickness. In your lap rests an old, leather-bound book, its cover worn from years of handling. The title reads "The Compendium of Devil Fruits and Their Powers."

Opening it to a random page, you begin to read about the different abilities these mysterious fruits bestow upon their eaters. Your fingers trace over illustrations of various fruits, each unique in shape and design. One page describes the Gomu Gomu no Mi, which turns its user into a rubber human, granting them elasticity and resilience.

You flip to another section, finding information on the Mera Mera no Mi. This fruit allows its user to create, control, and become fire itself. The thought of wielding such power makes your stomach turn.

Your eyes continue to scan the words in the book, but your mind is now elsewhere, replaying the events of the previous night. Mihawk’s touch, his intensity, the way he had pushed you to your limits and then beyond. A shiver runs down your spine as you remember every detail, every sensation. But alongside that memory is a growing determination. You are still feeling incredibly sore, hours after you had departed the island. You let out a breath through your nose.

You need to be stronger. Not just in spirit, but in body and mind. Your short time with Mihawk has shown you what true power looks like, and you crave it. Commanding, confident, a gaze that can silence or shut down a room. You want that. You want that safety. Permanently.

You stare at the horizon, the book heavy in your lap. The words blur together as your mind races. You’ve left behind a life of isolation, only to realize how truly unprepared you are for the world. The sea stretches out before you, vast and unforgiving. Your fingers tighten around the book's worn edges as you think about your next steps.

How do you become stronger?

Buying a Devil Fruit is out of the question; they’re rare and costly, far beyond what your minimal savings can afford. You’ve heard tales of people who have gained incredible power through sheer will and training, but where do you even begin?

Your upbringing as a noble has left you weak and underweight, your body unused to hardship. You think back to Mihawk’s intensity, his control. He had carved a path through life with sheer force and skill. Muscle, not devil fruit. You need that same fire, but the question is how to ignite it within yourself.

You recall how Mihawk had moved—graceful yet powerful. Maybe there’s something to be learned from observing others, from mimicking their strength until it becomes your own. But even that seems daunting when you can barely manage a single push-up without feeling exhausted.

Everyone has to start somewhere…

Your mind wanders back to the tavern where you met Mihawk. There were people there who seemed strong in their own right, people who might have advice or training methods they could share with you—if only you knew how to ask without revealing too much about your past or your intentions.

You barely notice the older man approaching, lost in your thoughts. He has the weathered look of someone who’s spent a lifetime at sea—tanned skin, a face lined with experience, and hands rough from hard work. He stops beside you, peering at the book in your lap with curious eyes.

"That's quite the read you've got there," he comments, voice gravelly but kind. "The Compendium of Devil Fruits, eh? Not something you see every day."

You look up, startled by his presence. "Oh, yes. It’s... an interesting subject."

He chuckles softly, easing himself down onto the bench beside you. "Name's Roderick. Mind if I take a look?"

You hesitate for a moment before nodding and handing him the book. He flips through the pages, stopping occasionally to read a passage or admire an illustration.

"So," he says after a while, "what's got a young woman like you so interested in Devil Fruits? Planning on becoming a pirate?"

The question catches you off guard, and you shake your head quickly. "No, nothing like that. I just... I want to be stronger."

Roderick raises an eyebrow and hands the book back to you. "Stronger, huh? That's a noble goal. But Devil Fruits aren't the only way to get there, you know. And they come with a steep price."

You glance down at the book in your lap, fingers tracing the worn edges of the cover. "I know," you admit softly. "But I don’t know where to start. I’ve always been... weak and dependent."

Roderick nods thoughtfully, leaning back against the bench and gazing out at the horizon. "Strength comes in many forms," he says after a moment. "It’s not just about physical power or Devil Fruit abilities. It's also about willpower, determination, and knowing when to fight and when to walk away."

You listen intently, absorbing his words like a sponge.

He continues, "I've met people who could crush mountains with their bare hands but had hearts as fragile as glass. And I've met others who could barely lift a sword but had spirits that could never be broken."

A small smile tugs at your lips as his words resonate with something deep inside you.

Roderick turns to you again, eyes twinkling with wisdom and warmth. "Tell me more about why you want to be stronger. What drives you?"

Roderick’s words settle into your mind, and you find yourself wanting toopen up to this stranger. The sea breeze plays with your hair as you take a deep breath.

“I’ve lived my whole life on a single island,” you begin, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. “I was sheltered, protected, coddled, but it was more like a gilded cage. When I escaped, I realized how weak I really am. I want to be able to protect myself and live without fear. I want to live.”

Roderick nods slowly, his gaze steady. “It sounds like you’ve already taken the first step by leaving that place behind. Sometimes, the hardest part is just deciding to change.”

You look down at your hands, fingers still trembling slightly from the morning’s events. “But where do I start? I’m not strong enough to fight or even defend myself properly.”

He strokes his chin thoughtfully. “Strength isn’t something you gain overnight. It’s built over time, through training and experience. If you’re serious about this, you’ll need a mentor or at least some guidance.”

Your mind races with possibilities. A mentor? Someone who could teach you how to harness your own strength without the power of a devil fruit.

Roderick continues, his voice taking on a more practical tone. “There are plenty of places to start. Martial arts dojos, pirate crews looking for new members, or even mercenary groups that train recruits from scratch.”

You bite your lip, considering his suggestions. The idea of joining a pirate crew is both thrilling and terrifying. You’re not sure if you’re ready for such a drastic step.

“Do you know anyone who could help me on?” you ask hesitantly.

He chuckles softly. “I’ve been around the world more times than I can count, but my fighting days are long behind me. However, there’s a place called Shimotsuki Village on an island not far from here. They have a dojo run by an old friend of mine named Koshiro. He’s a master swordsman and a wise man. He might be able to point you in the right direction.”

The name rings a bell—Shimotsuki Village is renowned for its swordsmen.

“Thank you,” you say sincerely. “I’ll head to Shimotsuki Village after my visit to Himiko Bay.”

He gives you a warm smile and claps a hand on your shoulder. “Good luck, lass. Remember, strength isn’t just about muscle or power—it’s about heart and spirit too.”

You find yourself in Himiko Bay, the scent of saltwater and fresh herbs mingling in the air. The small clinic you work at bustles with activity, patients filling the waiting area and spilling out onto the porch. Sunlight filters through the open windows, casting warm, golden light across the wooden floors. The room hums with quiet conversations and the occasional cough or groan of discomfort.

An environment you’ve grown comfortable being in.

A young boy sits on the examination table in front of you, his knee scraped and bleeding. You gently clean the wound, taking extra care to not cause any further pain. The boy winces but doesn't cry, his wide eyes watching your every move.

"You’re brave," you say softly, giving him a reassuring smile. "This will sting a bit, but it’ll help you heal faster."

He nods, biting his lip as you apply an antiseptic ointment. Your touch is firm but not without care, a balance you've perfected over months of practice. The boy's mother stands nearby, wringing her hands anxiously. You offer her a comforting glance.

"He’ll be just fine," you assure her. "Just make sure to keep the wound clean and dry."

The woman breathes a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly. She thanks you profusely as you finish bandaging the boy's knee and help him down from the table.

"Thank you so much, Miss Vee," she says, taking her son's hand.

"Anytime," you reply with a warm smile. "Take care."

As they leave, you turn your attention to the next patient—an elderly man with a persistent cough. You listen to his chest with a stethoscope, noting the rattling sound in his lungs. You jot down notes on his condition and prescribe a course of treatment.

In between patients, you find moments to catch your breath and reflect on your journey so far. Working as a nurse has given you a sense of purpose and fulfillment that you never imagined possible back on that isolated island. Self-sustaining.

Your thoughts drift to Mihawk occasionally, his intense eyes and commanding presence still lingering in your memory. But there's no time for distractions now; your patients need you. So you continue your rounds, tending to wounds, administering medicine, and offering words of comfort to those in pain.

By late afternoon, the clinic begins to quiet down as the last few patients are seen to and sent on their way. You take a moment to tidy up your workspace, organizing supplies and wiping down surfaces.

You head back to your rented room, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the town. The air carries the scent of the sea, mingling with the aroma of street vendors preparing their evening meals.

Unlocking the door to your modest room, you step inside and close it behind you with a quiet click. The space is small but comfortable—a bed with crisp linens, a wooden dresser, and a small table near the window. You drop your bag onto the bed and take a seat at the table, pulling out a small, worn leather pouch from within.

Your fingers deftly untie the string securing it, and you empty its contents onto the table. Coins and bills clink softly against the wooden surface, glinting in the fading light. You take a deep breath and begin to count, stacking the coins into neat piles.

Each coin and bill represents hours of hard work and dedication. All for your next goal. You mentally tally up your earnings from seamstress work and nursing, adding in tips from grateful patients and families. As you sort through the money, a small smile finds its way onto your lips. You've come far from that sheltered life on your island. Yet something in the back of your mind still craves for more.

Once you've counted everything, you make note of the total in a small ledger book you've kept hidden in one of the dresser drawers. The amount is still short of what you'll need for passage to Shimotsuki Village and to pay for lessons at Koshiro's dojo, but it's growing steadily.

You place a hand over your heart as you think about what lies ahead—training under a master swordsman, learning to wield strength not just in body but in spirit. It's an exciting prospect, one that fills you with both anticipation and determination.

With your finances accounted for, you carefully return the coins and bills to their pouch and stow it away safely in your bag. You crawl on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as exhaustion begins to creep in. The bed is lumpy but you are still grateful. Today was another step toward your goal—another step toward becoming someone who can stand strong on her own.

Date Published: 9/15/24

Last Edit: 9/15/24

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[creeky-cricket]

How (some of) the Freds respond to being flirted with :D

this is simply my pov of them so read more under the cut!! >:DD

1. Normal Fred: Depending on how close the two of you are, he'd either give you a curious eyebrow raise, before smirking and chuckling, looking away with an eye roll. or he'd scoff, glaring at you. no two ways about it. 2. Toy Fred: he didn't hear you. he was busy playing Mr. Hugs because he's been on night 2 for ages and he just can't seem to win!! 3. Withered Fred: He'd look surprised, no matter how close you were. probably flushing a little if he's seen you around a little. I feel like he's the type to be a hopeless romantic, so he's probably thought you were cute since you started working there. how you two knew of each other's existence without the threat of being mauled to death is beyond me but that doesn't really matter. And if you two were closer and there wasn't the anxiety of the other animatronics finding out about you two being friends anymore he'd probably be flirty back. and by God is this man bold. 4. Phantom Fred: ...What? 5. Nightmare Fred: Refer to 4. 6. Funtime Fred: Immediate witty response. especially if you two get along really well. like, if he was just your favourite character and you wanted to 'shoot your shot' while either working there at night or being out with them all to watch over them as they were rented out, he would give you a grin and immediately shoot back with some 'careful, cupcake. or you're gonna distract me from entertaining the kids.' And if you guys are close?? this man will not let you live. if you flirt with him he's coming back at you with TWICE as much force. not stopping until you're shy and flustered 7. FNAF world: ...Refer to 5 8. Rockstar Fred: If you guys don't know each other well he'd probably just assume you're boosting his ego. which would work but he wouldn't really take the flirt to heart. but if you somehow got around his balloon head and were able to have a conversation with him. hed more than likely fall quick. near the beginning of this, he'd probably get cocky, and flirt back, maybe not very good ones but he's trying his best. and if he's fallen he's fallen hard. And, if you were to flirt with him he'd probably flush, look around slightly, then slowly walk away, stammering as he did so, not wanting to embarrass himself. 9. Lefty: If you didn't know him all too well I feel like he wouldn't even respond, just looking at you blankly. and it would probably be awkward between you two for the next week (but he did appreciate the comment) you would probably end up becoming better friends if you played your cards right. and if you guys were already friends I think he'd flush, and a small smile would end up on his face as he looked away shyly. and if you two were close? hed get this mischievous smirk on his face as he boldly flirted back. bonus points if it's in front of other people. he liked to see you flustered and embarrassed. it was funny. 10. Glamrock Fred: Not knowing each other well, he'd probably smile, say thanks, and then move on. and that was his usual for most if not all flirting. if you guys were friends and you said that he'd probably flush, smiling widely before saying something corny like 'Right back at you' or 'I could say the same for you!' and maybe even flirt back if he felt like it. now, if you were close? this could go one or two ways. he could either blush and flirt back. Or, he would start talking to you with this teasing tone, and slight smile. and wouldn't back down till you did. and yes. he would continue to do this around the others. and no, he wouldn't care at all.

[fumikomiyasaki]

😍➡ to flirt boldly

Neville to Oysron

Love is in the air

Given how Osyron behaved many assumed the god of light just lacked empathy had no emotion or didn't like to show it... however despite that notion Neville who was curious about him and his reputation wanted to at least attempt to get a smile or reaction out of him... and so the fairy boy attempted a plan... he didn't have the strength and power to kabedon him and make him week but he still wanted to use his words to get him.

And so visiting RSA and finding the god by himself playing his harp Neville took a quick picture of Osyron during this before approaching him. "This school is lucky to have someone as bright and beautifull as you around..."

"What is your intention mortal? Are you trying to flatter me to gain a favour from a god?"

"Not at all... I feel you deserve more appreciation and love... especially on a day like this."

Without a word Osyron turned around to Nevilles surprised he cornered him to the tree, trapping him between his arms and looking down on him.

"I won't mind more compliments but I do hope you are serious about this and are not wasting my time, little one."

"I am genuine about being interested in you... I know I could make you feel well."

Osyron almost slipped into a small smile but denied it, getting Nevilles attention for sure... at least it was one sucess of a reaction... flattering the god more turned out to be quite a success but he also did notice how Vain this man was with himself.

Either way those photos and talks for sure got him some good things to think about... and an invitation to stop by the night with him to see a light show. He couldn't wait for it.

[booksweet]

Earned it ft. Suguru getou

— kinktober, day 3: breeding kink

— warnings: smut, MINORS DNI, friends to lovers!AU, possessive!getou, jealous!getou, fem!reader, praise&degradation, soft dom!getou, slightly semi-public sex (they make out at his car), fingering, mention of dry hump, dirty talk, orgasm denial, mating press, breeding kink, slightly spanking, mention of pregnancy, cockwarming at the end, both reader and suguru are +18, grammar mistakes (if I forgot any, please, warn me)

– wc: + 4.9k

— A/N: hey, guys! This is a very special piece so, first: thank you @sebbyzoldyck for inviting me for my first kinktober, I'm so glad I joined it and wrote this, thank you. Second: i didn't have something in mind to prepare for you during my birthday and kinktober came in a special moment, moreover because I was supposed to release this oneshot on my birth date, so yeah, here's a gift for you <3 hope y'all enjoy the reading! Thank you for the support!

— tagging: @bubblebeemie @sebbyzoldyck @noritoshiikamo @savantsoulfinder @fiona782

You didn't know things would escalate so fast. However, even if you knew, you'd still pick up the same choices you've made.

That's how you ended up on your best friend's lap, his hands around your waist and his lips swallowing yours while you make out.

Sure, Suguru Getou was hella good looking and you recognized that. You've always seen him as friend tho... Until today. Until today you saw him only as a friend, until you both went to that party and everything changed.

"Suguru, Satoru's hosting a party, he wanna us to come. Will you go?" You told him when you two were together and he gave you a bored sight. He wasn't, actually, a party man, either away, if you were to come, he was as well.

"Will you?" He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, his dark locks falling like a curtain on his neck. When you nodded, he just said boldly "then i'll go with you."

He tried his best to hide how bothered he was about this party. He knew men like Satoru Gojo, and, even if they knew each other since childhood, he still disliked the way the blue man's eyes met your body everytime you were in the same place, he hated how his heart pounded against his chest whenever the white-haired was closer to you, teasing, flirting... And it hurt even more when you reciprocated him. He hated how jealous he got when it comes to you and the one's around you.

You have nothing to do with him, no relation with him, but friendship. He must hide all these ominous feelings in order to make you happy, otherwise, he wouldn't forgive himself if he screwed what you two had.

And, above all, he cared about your feelings, about your well-being. That's why he's letting you comb his hair before you two departure to Satoru's place. "Y/n! Ouch! Easy!" He complained when your brush reached a knot on his hair and it pulled his head back.

"Sorry, sorry," Your arms were out with palms fowards, brush in one hand as you stared at his handsome face at the mirror. "You look pretty handsome, ugh Suguru?"

He rolled his eyes and straightened his black t-shirt and then stood up. "Why don't you go get yourself ready, y/n? We'll be late." Not that I aim to go at all, but...

"Oh, you're right! Wait for me, I'll be right back." You hurried yourself to your bathroom to shower and the get dressed up and he just chuckled and stared at the ceiling.

"Of course I'd wait for you, silly girl."

He always thought of you as beautiful, someone who's not from this world when it comes to your beauty. However, today, on this night and this light, he couldn't take his eyes off from you. The way your dress highlighted your body... You were a sin. A sin he'd fallen so bad if he could drown in you.

"What do you think?" You said and gave him a twirl and he almost cursed. He wanted to have you there and now, unfold every piece of clothe off from you till he finally meet your naked body, until his tongue meet how you truly taste... "Suguru? What got you like this?" You furrowed your brows when he remained silent. Was something wrong? Were you that terrible?

You were dressed to kill. That's it. You were going to be his end. He coughed before answering "Oh, nothing, nothing at all, y/n, you're beautiful," and then he almost threw up with his following words. "Everyone on that party will have their eyes on you."

"Suguru!" You laughed out loud, your bright eyes on him made his heart flutter. "See, i'm not the only one, right? I bet you'll be the main attraction when we arrive, you'll even forget I exist."

He pursed his lips and rolled his eyes in annoyance Stop it, your dumbass. "Shall we?" He stood up and offered you his hand, it was now time to go and face everything.

When you two arrived, the music was too loud, everything was too bright - maybe he was being too complainant, he was feeling awful already. And just as he predicted, everyone looked at you. Really looked at you. The crowd fed itself with your sight and, apparently, you had no idea of it when you turned to him just to whisper.

"See, Suguru, they're all staring at you... Guess someone's got plenty candidates tonight, right?" He stared at your profile, your lips curled into a smile and you never realized, never realized the looks he shot at you, how protective he gets whenever someone would hit on you. And you dared imply he would stay with someone who's not you?

"I disagree" He retorts lowly and, when you're about to question him, you finally met your host.

"Y/n, darling!" There's something about his eyes on you, on your body, the way he smiles like a predator who's about to have its meal that makes Suguru's blood boil. He's all warm with you. Of course, he wants to take y/n to bed. Bastard.

"Satoru!" You greet him with joy, meanwhile, the black haired man stay behind you for his time to talk to Satoru. However, the white haired one just looks at him lazily, he'd rather talk to you than give him satisfaction. Suguru were only a friend of yours, why would Satoru give a shit about him?

"Mmm... Satoru, won't you talk to Suguru? He's here too." You said a bit uneasy to him and Suguru almost forgot his anger, almost. You were one of a kind.

"Hi, Suguru! You must enjoy the party, we got beer and food at the kitchen!" He grinned, his tone was excited and welcome to you, but you didn't catch a glimpse of how cold his eyes were. Not at all. "Make yourself at home!"

Satoru brought his attention back at you, ignoring Suguru completly. When his dark eyes met yours, you just gave him that look and you exchanged silent words.

I'll be fine, enjoy.

Sure?

Go ahead.

Suguru sighed and gave a step back. You were at the cave of the lion and, as it seems, he couldn't do nothing. He spent the next hours walking around the house, drinking some sips of beer and looking after you.

Some people tried to reach him with false praises, honey words and even explicit offers. He denied each one of them, he had eyes only for you. He was yours and your only. No one would have him, his body and soul, but you.

And he saw you got hit too. And, fuck his heart beat, you, too, denied them. I can't help feel this way, even if I know it's not because of me.

There was only one damn mother fucker you couldn't get rid of, and Gojo Satoru was getting on Suguru's nerves. Suguru laid his back on the wall staring at nothing at all and, after some minutes, he realized Satoru was with you again. Again.

"He doesn't give up..." He tapped his fingers on the wall. Impatient, he was impatient everytime you were with him. Jealousy doesn't fit me well, but what the hell can I do when...

Suguru snapped when he saw Satoru's hands on their wait to touch your waist. He couldn't bear the sight of him touching you, touching your waist, your bare shoulders, any part of you.

That's why you only realized what happened when his right hand were on your waist and his left one on your neck. His chest touching your back when you felt his breath closer to your ears, just for him to say. "Satoru, I think we're done here. Gotta take y/n back to her place. If you understand, for real."

You were ready to complain and ask him about what was happening, but he tightened his grip on your waist and squeezed slightly your neck. His breath was hot against your skin. You felt shiver running down your spine and prayed for anyone who's up in the skies for him not to notice what was happening to you.

That was the first time you truly perceived how your best friend was... hot. His massive chest against your back, his hands on you and his body roaming over yours. For the first time you desired him and something about his odd behavior lighted something in you.

"What do you mean? Me and y/n here were getting along pretty well without your help." Satoru crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you. You wondered what expression you wore that made him give up so fast. "Fine, enjoy yourselves."

With fast steps, Suguru took you out of the house. Sudddenly, you were at his car settled on the passenger's seat. You felt your cheeks burning when you side-looked at his frame. He was montionless, staring at the road without saying nothing to you. He's clearly pissed...

"Suguru..."

"No, not here."

"You should at least EXPLAIN what happened back there." You demand now that you think about it. What the hell hapenned to him? "I was having FUN."

"Y/n..."

"And you know what? I could've taken Satoru to bed. He was on my palm alrea-"

"No. You couldn't." He said boldly, and you gazed at how his hands grabbed at the steering wheel, his knuckles were blank.

"Oh, why would you say that? Am I not fucking desirable? I shouldn't be taken to bed with anyone? Is that what are you saying?"

"No." He whispers. His self control is on the line already, you're pushing his buttons. Stop, please, stop. I'll ruin everything.

"For a matter of fact, Suguru Getou, I'd have sex with ANYONE I want, and you have to say NOTHING. I thought you were my friend?!" You almost yelled. You were hurt, and you got the wrong idea of his actions. Fuck it.

"Shut up, y/n, shut up." He muttered and you gave him and angry look. How could he? "I wouldn't let you fuck with anyone"

"Fuck you, Suguru. Damn, stop the fucking car. I'll walk home myself."

"Shut up, y/n. You understand nothing. I won't stop."

"Oh, make me, Suguru Getou. Why would I do what you ask? Why would I need you to let anyone on my bed? FUCK YOU!"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING MINE, DAMN!" He brake the car abruptly, his eyes on fire when he turned at you. "Because, you are mine, y/n. Only I am allowed to touch you, to fuck you. And I'm yours. Ever since we met, I'm all yours and always will be. I lost my heart and my mind, they're all yours, y/n."

I'm all yours and always will be. That's what on your mind all the time he drove you back home. His words - kinda possessive and jealous of his, to be true - unlocked something inside you. First, disbelief. Suguru was your best friend for life, he wouldn't have hidden feelings for you, would he?

Aparrently, yes, he would.

Second, you body reacted to his words. You heart rate went up, your hands were sweaty and your mouth dry. At the dead silence in between you two, you almost could hear you blood running your veins. You felt yourself... wetening? Was it right? Only I am allowed to touch you, to fuck you.

What would he do if...?

"y/n, look..." Suguru was not hot headed anymore. And he instantly regretted his actions. He messed up everything. He fucked everything up when he spit those words out of his chest. And you haven't said a word until now.

She probably hates me so much. We won't be even friends anymore...

"Show me." You whispered and, for a second, Suguru didn't understand what you said. "You said you were the only one allowed to touch me, show me, then, how'd you do it, Suguru."

"I-" He was voiceless, his blood ran cold or... it ran to other places on his body. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me, Suguru." You smirked at him and your hands trailed his chest from his neck till the bottom of his abs. You could see the growing boner of his underneath his pants. He was getting harder and harder. "Show me, Suguru." You whispered against his ear when your idex finger ghosthed over his covered hard cock. "I want you to show me..."

"You sure?" He shivered with your feather-like touch, his mind imagined so many things you could do with your hands and that silly mouth of yours... In response, your pressed your palm slightly against him, feeling him.

Suguru snapped. He kissed you first, his big hand envelopping your wrist and the other enveloped your neck and touched your cheeks. His tongue claimed yours to be his. You could moan only with his kiss.

He claimed you all. It was hot, lewed. So many words unsaid in between you two now said only by his kiss. Fuck, you're mine. Mine. Mine.

It was wet, messy. But you didn't care at all. He was good at it and now you understood why people at school would talk to you to reach him. Suguru's a down bad for anyone, even you. Your free hand clawed his arm, surely leaving a mark, but, again, you didn't care. Neither him. He was yours to whatever for.

"C'me here, now." He hissed and, in a second, you were settled on his lap. His hands full of your thighs, playing with the hem of your dress just to lift it up in a torturous pace. You hands were on his cheeks while you kissed, and, when, he revealed your red lacies, his cock throbbed inside his pants.

"You were really ready to bed someone." He mumbled, his pupils dilated at the sight of you and your clothed pussy. A soaked pussy. "Yet, here you are..." His thumb hovered over the tissue, it was damp with your slick. "All wet for me..."

Chill ran by your spine and your stomach twisted. His eyes were hungry and, when you kissed again, you had a hand full of his dark hair. He released a moan when you pulled it back, his hips moved foward seeking for friction. "We should go inside" He whispered against your lips, nibbling your bottom one.

That's the story how you two are now on your coach. He had you only in lingerie - your bra thrown somewhere on your living room - and he's been shirtless. Suguru's having his mouth full of your boobs. His tongue playing with your hard nipples had you moaning his name out loud and your hips moving with his.

His hands are not bare, though. His left one is touching your body, all your body. He squeezed your ass, your thighs and pinches your nipples everytime he can just to make you cry out for him. Meanwhile, his other one is now playing with the hem of your panties, fingers up and down your slit. Goosebumps fill up your insides in anticipation when he slides it to the sides, revealling yourself to him, the air was cold when it hits you. But this were fast replaced with that hot and warm feeling under your belly.

"So wet..." He traces your folds with a single finger feeling your wetness, playing with your folds, opening you up to him. "And you said you were going to give this..." You moaned when he inserted his digit inside you, your head fell on the crook of his neck, his free hand placed now on your scalp and his thumbs caressing your skin. "To someone that was not me?"

"Mmmm" You muffled a moan when he started at a slow pace, your walls clenching around his middle finger, your insides received him like he was meant to be there, wishing for more.

"I need to hear your voice, sweetheart." He grinned and, with a hand full of your hair, he pulled your head back to meet your eyes with his. He broke his movements inside out of you, you felt hot at the sight of his demanding eyes. You were not full, yet, you wished for him to play with that spot... "Otherwise, you're not allowed to cum."

"Y-yes" You stuttered, froze under his sight. His hair brushed your hands when you held yourself by his shoulders. He gave you a mischievious smile and you felt your insides twist.

"With who?" He got closer, his lips hovering yours when he brushed your clit and you bit your lips to hold a whine from escape. "With Satoru Gojou?"

"A-ah! Wh-who?" You tried to concentrate, but it was so hard to talk when he buried his index finger inside you, now two of his digits filled your wet cunt and his thumb rest above your clit. Such a tease, you'd think if your mind we'rent numb to anything but to feel him. You prodded your hips against his fingers, however, he held you in place, he dig his hand on your waist.

"What have I said about answers, angel?" he left your hair loosen just to hook your chin up, you never missed his eyes and now he was your everything. "Answer me, will ya?"

A bead of sweat rolled on your temple, your breath heavy, you needed release and he knew that. Suguru knew your answer, he disliked it, but he wanted to hear it from your pretty mouth. "Yes." You gulped that knot on your throat. "Yes, him."

You ran ouf air when he buried his fingers deep inside you, his thumb circling slowly your clit. Streams of pleasure fled throught your body and he chuckled fastening his pace with each words. "You really thought he would make you feel like this, didn't you?"

"A-ah, Sugu-ru!" You whined when he held you in place, strong arms craving your skin. Your hips were weak, yet they still tried to move and rock against his fingers. "I-I tho-thought."

"Oh, now you're answering me? Good girl." He smirked when he felt you clutch against him again, your juices were all over his trousers and hand. He loved it, he loved all of it. "But would he fuck you like that?"'

You moaned out loud shamelessly when he hit your sweet spot while curling his fingers. The stretch was burning, however, it didn't matter, the waves of pleasure made you forget about the pain. His words made you forget about anything else, but him. "Would he fuck you with his fingers and make you dumb like the good little whore you are for me?"

"A-ah" You cried, the knot on your belly thightening even more with his words. Wet sounds echo throught your living room and you scream when he release your face to give you a slap on your ass cheeks, it burns as the same as you felt pleased by it.

"Answer me."

"N-no, he wou-wouldn't!" You're almost there, you've made everything he wanted you to do, you answered him. His fingers slammed your insides and your clit was swollen. You needed your relief, now. "Pl-please, Suguru-ah! I need to cum, I need to-"

You didn't know where your best friend had gone, all you knew was that you loved this new Suguru Getou. The one who calls you his slut and his good girl. And, oh God you screamed when he kept hitting that spot and made you see stars.

"Cum for me, y/n, my pretty whore," That's it, you came undone by his hands only. Your legs shaking above his thighs, your hips sloppier trying to move and feel his hard cock underneath your body, your head laid back in a silent scream and your mind went blank while he rode you through your orgasm. His fingers were out and inside you slowly and you almost felt overstimulation taking over your body.

"Look at the mess you've made, y/n, bet you taste good." He gave you that smile and your guts twisted. He was under a new light now, you and your body now realized it. When did he get so dirty? When did he learn to make you feel... like this?

Your body was weak, he held you in place with his free hand on the bottom of your back. "Look at me, angel." He said and your eyes traveled through his body till his eyes, you still felt his hard cock under you and you were waiting anxiously to see what's coming up next of this thing in between you two. His hand was bright wet with your juices, your slick clearly on them. He opened his mouth and licked them, and you quivered at the thought of what would he's tongue done to you if he used it instead of his fingers.

"Sweetest than I thought" he said and you stared at the strand of saliva that conected his fingers to his mouth. Filthy. That's what it was. Lewd. "Come on, you gotta have a taste of yourself, y/n, open your mouth."

You did as he requested and he inserted his two fingers on your mouth, you almost gagged, almost. You moaned at the feeling, your heat hot again as you sucked his fingers feeling the taste of your pussy on them. "Good girl," he looked at you with lustful eyes before pulling you into a harsh kiss. "I can't wait to bury my cock inside this cunt, I'll fill you up like the good whore you are"

You whined when his tongue fought yours and he stood up. Your legs around his hips and his arms around your waist and back, pulling your hair to deep the kiss. Your hands played desesperately with his belt, loosing his trousers as he took his way to your room. "Suguru, I want it, I want it, I want it..."

He chuckled and wore a devilish smile. That's all he ever wanted to hear from you, and now he's going to enjoy himself on your babbling mess. "Tell me, darling, what you need?" He teased you while you got inside your room and he placed you two on your bed. The mattress ticklish on your skin. Again, you couldn't focus on it, only at the feeling of him rubbing himself on your slit. The tissue of his trousers made it painfully hard to concentrate. "Use your mouth, sweetheart, or is it worthy only when you're calling out my name?"

"I- I want you." You muttered and watched his hands travel up and down your legs, your body hair harrowed and he loved to watch how your body reacted to his, you panted your words and your cheeks were reddish. You fucked face was all that mattered to him. You looked adorable. "Suguru, I want your cock inside me, please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

You stopped talking when his fingers clawed your tighs and you squeaked while he got you wide open for him, legs on your sides and you realized he had taken off the rest of his clothes. You drooled at the sight of him naked in between your legs.

"Oh, baby, I'll do more than just fuck you,"he pumped himself with one hand and the other kept you open to him. He jerked off with his own pre-cum, his tip was red and his cock had veins craved all his lenght - needless to say you wondered how it would feel against you. "I'll show you a reason you will never forget me and think of others"

You whined and tried to move against him when his tip played with your slit and he hit your clit with it. "Stop teasing, Suguru..." You cried and you look so beautiful under him that he couldn't say no to your pleas. "Ah!" You felt him stretching yourself while he put in, it felt... overwhelming. You felt full and it burned your walls, pleasure and pain mismatched.

"Hold on, sweetheart." He kissed you deeply and gave you small circled movements on your clit to stimulate your body. You were so tight he could moan out loud and fuck you raw, but he wanted it to be memorable, as he would do. "You're taking me so well, look at you, my good little whore."

"A-ah! Suguru..." You closed your eyes and your nails dig his shoulders' skin. When pain was not on your mind anymore, you only felt full. You moaned at the feeling and your hips started moving by themselves, trying to reach for him and get friction at your clit.

"So tight," He moaned when he begun to move his hips against you. Your gummy walls held him so good and he felt immeasurable pleasure only to be inside you. And more, when his hand gone right after your neck and squeezed it lightly, the way you called out his name and you clenched on him, he could just cum right there.

"What a good slut you are, that fucking cunt is mine. All mine." He groaned and his thrusts were getting harder and faster. You were already a babbling mess and all you could do was whine and cry. "Tell me, who does this cunt belongs to, ugh?"

"A-aah, Su-suguru..." When you didn't answer, he slapped your ass-cheek's sides and you screamed in pleasure and pain, it would surely leave a mark tomorrow morning.

"What have we fucking said about you answering me?" He demanded and his pounds got slowlier, but still harsh on you. You felt his balls hitting your skin and lewd skin-to-skin sounds resonated towards your moans. "Or my cock made you already so dumb you can't answer a simply question?"

"No, no, no, don't stop," you begged and your hands pulled him against you while you scratched his skin. "My cunt is yours, all yours, my pussy is yours. Don-don't stop, please."

He throbbed inside you with your words, that's all he could ever ask for. And something lighted up inside him when your gummy walls clutched him inside even more, and your moans got louder. You were closer, as he was.

"I'll cum inside you," He groaned and your eyes widened when he said that. He pounded roughtly inside you and kept hitting the right places inside your cunt, his thumb played with your clit and you said nothing but moaned his name again and again. "I'll fill you up with my cum, I want to see you full of my fucking load, what do you think?"

"Su-suguru... M'close..." You cried and he held your legs against your chest, his dick reached even deeper inside you and all you cried out in pleasure. He was close too, that overwhelming feeling when he got closer to cum was coming by each second.

"What do you think?" He smirked and kept his pace. "First with my cum, and then I'll see you round with my child. What do you think, y/n? Do you want me to fucking breed you?"!

"Yes, yes, please, cum in me, breed me, Suguru." You whined and he snapped. You answer was all he needed to fold your legs and hand you into a matting press. Air ran out of your lungs and all you could babble was a mess of 'suguru' and 'yes, please, there'. He kissed you harshly when you two came together.

You were tight against him and his thrusts got sloppier and sloppier. Both of you drunk with each other's body, scent. His thick and hot cum filled up your insides and, somehow, maybe you wished he really knocked you up.

"You..." He begun talking, he struggled to breath and his hair fell like a curtain above you. "You..." He kissed you again, his dick still buried inside you. "You won't waist a drop, I'll make it sure."

You chuckled and caressed his cheeks, feeling full of him. "Suguru, tell me something..."

"What, sweetheart?"

"Do you love me?" He widened his eyes with your question. Yes, yes. That's what he wanted to answer, but would you run away from him if he did?

"Yes..." He mumbled and you felt yourself blushing. He could feel your cunt's reaction down there too. Interesting... "Do you want me to show you this too?"

He smirked at your confused expression turn into a flustered one as you felt him hardening again. Inside you. "Sweetheart, if I'm to knock you up, do you think it'll take only one time to tire me? We still have a long night to go, darling."

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hi! Not sure if your reqs are open but first they aren't you can ignore this, can I get a genshin characters x reader who says I love you without much thought? Like if someone does something for them they'd say thank you and then I love you [maybe the genshin chars don't know that and have a crush on the reader? So when they help with something reader just says ily without much thought?] anyone is fine

Characters x reader who says I love you without thinking!

Of course! I'm pretty new here so until further notice my requests will be open! I tried my very hardest to vary a little between scenarios. I could get to too many characters, so i apologize. Let me know if you would like a pt2 of other characters!

Also, any pointers anyone has one how to better my writing style or how I post I would be happy to hear!

Plot: Reader who often says I love you for simple things such as along with a thank you from favors. How will they react?

Characters: Monstadt: Diluc, Kaeya, Venti. Liyue: Xiao

Warning: Not proofread. Let me know if there are any major mistakes.

Diluc 

Diluc had done a favor for you which involved your friend's birthday. He had let you use the bar as the place to hold the party, despite that day being one of his busiest and most productive of the weeks. 

Diluc was signing papers and finalizing deadlines in his office when you come in. He looked up and saw you there and gave you a polite smile.  

"Good Evening, (Y/N)." He said. 

You nodded and smiled, "Good evening."  

He saw how nervous you looked and raised an eyebrow, "Might I Inquire what brings you here this fine afternoon?"  

You shuffled nervously and then took a deep breath, "May I ask a favor?"  

Diluc nodded and set his pen down, letting you know you had his full attention, as you usually did when he was with you. Diluc had tried his best to suppress his feeling, but he just loved all of the qualities that made up you.  

"Well you see, my friend's birthday is on a Friday, and I wanted to do something special for them. Would it be too much to ask to rent out the bar in Mondstadt?" You asked. 

Diluc looked over at a appear he had just been analyzing before you come in which gave a report of the sales on the days of the week. Friday had been his highest one along, and he knew he'd lose a lot of sales if he closed out the place for evening. But how could he say no to you? Besides it was just one day. 

"Of course. Write up a contract and you can pay me any amount you wish whenever you get the chance." He stood up and made his way to his bookshelf where he had contract guidelines. 

"Really? It wouldn't be too much to ask?" Your eyes shined as he walked over to you and handed you a book on previous contracts as well as rules and regulations 

DIluc nodded and smiled, "Yes. It is your friend's special night is it not?" 

You sighed excitedly and then grabbed the book enthusiastically, "Oh thank you thank you thank you! I love you!" You hugged the book and smiled at him. 

Diluc's cheeks felt a bit hot, but he was going to blame on the heat of the candles around you two. To preserve his sanity he would pretend you said it to the book. He cleared his throat and nodded, "No worries, it is my pleasure."  

You quickly hugged him, "I'll write up the contract as fast as I can and come back." You then turned on your heel and ran out with a little skip in your step.  

He smiled a little to himself as he looked after you. Maybe one of these days he'd wrack up the courage to say that to you so boldly as well.  

It wasn't the first time he'd heard you say something like that to a person, and he was sure you didn't even notice 

Kinda made him a little jealous knowing you'd said it to other men like his brother  

Kaeya  

This man is quite the flirt, so his automatic reaction when you thanked him for helping him with a quest you had been stuck on was to flirt back. Not to mention the feeling he had been developing for you...well of it together caused for some chaos 

Kaeya froze the last hydro slime causing it to disappear into ash. He turned to you with a smile, "That would be the last of them, no?"  

You quickly scanned the area and nodded and affirmative. Ou finally touched the last of the puzzle piece and a chest appeared, "Yes! We did it! Ah I love you!" You jumped up and down in excitement, "Thank you for coming out this far!" 

He lost his composure for a few seconds but quickly regained it. Did you just say you loved him? "Oh don't try to change the subject on me, snowflake." He smirked and looked at you with a seductive air. 

"Wh-what are you talking about?" You stepped back a little, never really seeing this side of Keaya. He'd always tried to maintain a more mature and cooler manneri8sm around you rather than his flirty one.  

"Well you just admitted you loved me did you not?" Kaeya let his sword disappear and supported all his weight on one foot crossing his arm and looking at you intently 

"I did?" You laughed nervously, "Whoops. Don't think much of it, it's kind of a thing I do without much thought." You waved him off and then turned to the chest. 

You didn't notice how much that affected Kaeya. He had just given his 100%. His flirtiest side. And you quite literally waved him off! Playing hard to get I see.... 

After that day he would often do favors or be around you just to hear you say that. Well more than he was around you before  

He also would say it back sometimes to with a sly smile  

He'd get you one day.  

Venti 

Venti would be really flustered and use his playful side to hide it. Sitting in the Plaza where the big statue of the anemo god was playing his lyre, he heard footsteps coming up behind him. Who could it be? He wasn't expecting and audience 

"Hey Venti!" You sat down next to him, "I heard you playing and you know I can’t miss any performances if I can help it." 

Venti smiled. What a delightful surprise, "Oh this isn’t a performance. This is but a mere practice. I am much more skilled and advanced than these simple tunes!" He chuckled in his way (ehe~) 

"Could you teach me a bit maybe?" You asked. Venti was a little surprised at how interested you were in his lyre. You often came to see him perform but he didn’t think you'd ever want to actually learn. He handed his lyre over and showed you the finger placement to a certain chord, eventually adding more until you could play the very first few lines of a piece.  

"Ah this is so cool!" You smiled and handed the lyre back, "I'm so happy! I love you! You're the best!" 

Venti blushed a little. Your smile was so radiant. You truly shone brighter than any star, "It was but a small lesson. I could teach you more if you'd like." He beamed brightly. The I love you had truly made his day.  

You nodded, "That would be so cool!"  

He stood up, "Well then I better get planning my lessons and clearing my schedule up."  

You stood up as well, "I forgot I was out shopping too! Best I head out too. Goodbye Venti" You waved and turned to leave. 

He had walked a little ways off before he turned, "Oh (y/n) wait!" He had t do this before he chickened out, "I love you too!" He smiled and then ran off. 

You stood in the middle of the square a bit flustered as many heads turned towards you. You couldn't help but smile after the silly bard. 

After running for a bit, Venti stood behind a pillar to hide, his face all red from running and how flustered he was 

He was slowly but surely earning his way into a special place in your heart, even if the I love you didn't mean much when you had said it just now  

Who knows maybe the lessons will....spark something  

Xiao  

Xiao isn't used to human interactions or the ways of humans in general, so his knowledge isn't that much. He doesn’t know which phrases are special or not, and he had heard you say I love you to other people multiple times.  

Xiao found himself listening in on a couple at Wangshu Inn who were staying near his room. As the couple sat at the balcony. One of the two reached out and fondly caressed the cheek of the other, whispering I love you before bringing their lips into a kiss. 

Usually, Xiao would be disgusted and he'd decide to come back later, when they had finished their moment. But something about what the person had said and how they said it caught his attention.  

The individual had said the same phrase you often say, but it was in a way he had never heard you say it before. His mind wandered to you saying it that way, but to him. He blushed at the thoughts flooding his mind and decided exterminating demons was a good way to clear his mind.  

But just as he was about to disappear he felt hands grab his shoulders and a voice yell, "Boo!"  

Xiao made his spear come into existence and he jumped away, weapon at the ready. When his eyes focused on what had caused him to jump so much he blushed.  

You were there having a giggling fit, "I managed to scare you. You looked so surprised and it was so funny haha, I love you! Ah I'm sorry I didn’t mean to scare you so much." You finally calmed down.  

Xiao's blush reddened when he heard you say I love you. With the thoughts he had just had swimming around his mind, it really wasn’t the time! His bad Karma was out to get him today.  

 Xiao looked away, "I didn't hear you come in." He said.  

You smiled a little and nodded, "I know. Why were you distracted?" You asked tilting your head to the side a little. 

Xiao frowned and looked away, "Its best if we don't discuss that now. I have things to do." He then turned and disappeared, off to fight hilluchurls. 

That night will forever be embedded within his mind. It was the most adrenaline he had had coursing through him in a while  

Xiao felt ashamed at himself for having such thoughts and he'd often beat himself up over it  

He'd never touch the subject again, but maybe if one day you brought it up...he'd be willing to talk. 

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Yandere Amajiki W/ A Mean S/o:

This was requested a long time ago but i decided to do it now because i need new ideas and writing long fics is taking up a lot my time and killing the mood of this blog. I will still be writing long fics and series but people like my hc and ive been neglecting that part of my following. Thank you for your patience, its very appreciated!

(Amajiki is a pro hero and you're a also a pro hero who happens to be incredibly sadistic.)

MDNI

W: NSFW, Pegging, AFAB Reader, Nipple Play, Biting, Spanking, Use Buttplug, Hair Pulling

TW: Manipulation, Murder, Gaslighting, Abuse, Toxic Behavior

Tamaki hates, absolutely HATES it when you spend time with other people that aren’t himself. Yeah, you both arent dating but he feels like you're betraying him in a way.

He technically has never spoken to you, he once directed a "hmmm" in your direction but that was it. Nothing more and nothing less.

He's tried to speak to you, but you make him so nervous. You're so perfect that it scares him.

He came up to you during an agency briefing and tried to ask you out for some coffee but he was moved to the side by someone else, some guy who had more confidence to ask you out for coffee.

Tamaki didn't take that well.

He followed the two of you to the coffee shop you went to and watched how the guy miserably tried to hold your hand.

You were playing hard to get.

Was that how you liked it?

Tamaki paid closer attention to what you liked and disliked in the hopes that it would tell him what he should do to increase his chance with you.

He learned that you liked a lot of classical music. He found it odd because you usually brought rock and metal band shirts for your civilian clothes but he guessed he might have misunderstood you.

He was able to get the key to your locker and stole some of your clothes. He promised to bring them back the next day but he ended up keeping them. He uses them as sleepwear and it makes him think that you’re sleeping next to him.

He begins to write in his diary again. Most of his entries are about how you looked that day and how much he wanted to kiss you.

His dreams were another problem all on their own. He wanted to feel your warm breath next to his skin and feel your body on top of his.

The way he wants your hand to wrap around his throat as you use his as your personal pleasure toy has him jerking off early in the morning or in the middle of the night.

He decides to act boldly and brings you gifts.

A cup of warm coffee, a new band shirt, new sweaters, even books about different animals were made present on your desk and locker.

He bought you so much that it was beginning to fill up your usually empty apartment.

You knew that he was the one buying you gifts and it wasn’t surprising to know it was him.

He was obvious. The guy that “asked you out” was your friend just trying to help you get away from Tamaki and his weird staring.

You both gossiped about how lanky and weird he was. If only Tamaki could have heard all the awful things you were saying about him maybe he would have left you alone.

But you enjoyed his courting. It felt nice to be wanted by some weirdo with horrible social skills. You also had to admit that he was kinda cute, more in the vulnerable-looking way.

You craved the attention and you loved how you had him hooked so it wasn’t hard to make him completely focus on you.

You started by doing small things, making idle conversation with him even though it was all one-sided, and bringing him coffee.

You then moved into bringing him food or asking him out for lunch, nothing out there was considered dating.

You also began to flirt with him openly. His face would get all red but it was worth every second of awkward conversation with him. He was yours and his focus would only be on you.

Maybe it was sick to feel so thrilled by having a puny guy be lead when you know that he has a thing for you, but it was fun.

He was putty in your hand and you could wait to test him on how loyal and desperate he was for you.

You find someone disposable, another coworker who you knew no one would think twice about so you saw it fit to use them as your persona punching bag.

Their face was completely destroyed and they stopped breathing a long time ago.

It didn’t mean you were just going to stop.

Tamaki came across you and the body of his former coworker in an alleyway. He thought that you and the coworker were going to sneak away and do…. whatever his mind thought you were going to do.

He couldn’t imagine that he would find you covered in blood with a nasty smile on your face as you continued to deface your coworker.

“Y- Y/n?” Tamaki’s voice was faint but ever-present. You turn around and greet him with fake shock.

You beg him to not tell anyone what you’ve done, “It was self-defense. He tried to take advantage of me. Please, Tamaki, help me.”

You kneeled in front of him, grabbed onto his cloak, and began to cry into it.

His arms immediately wrap around you and wiped away the fake tears you shed.

How couldn’t he help you? You were so vulnerable and your vial coworker had just attempted to take advantage of you.

He had to protect you.

Work-life changed dramatically for the both of you. Tamaki began taking fewer days and smaller shifts so he could be by your side to console you after your shifts.

His friends were aware of how much he liked you but they weren’t aware of the obsession he held for you. If they did they would probably find it adorable since they’d assume it was innocent fun.

If they only knew he hid your victim’s body in his apartment for a few days before getting rid of it.

You liked messing with him at home too.

He would come over to your palace and do all of your home chores for you. Your home has never been so spotless thanks to him.

You would also give him what he wanted, you weren’t that mean.

Tamaki made it clear that he had a crush on you and you felt bored enough to make the first move because of his shyness.

You yanked his hair and made him face you.

“Y- Y-n? W-hat are you do- doing?” His face grew red and you could feel his heartbeat violently in his chest.

“I want to thank you for being so sweet with me.” You whisper.

You kissed him. A simple need-filled kiss that had him moaning and whimpering.

You know that taking advantage of this anxious and sweet man would lead to further problems but he was too pretty not to fuck.

Playing with his body told you all of his weaknesses.

Playing with his nipples gave you loud gasps and soft moans while sucking on them brought him to tears.

The more time he spent at your place, the more he knew he wanted you to belong to him.

You fucked him till his mind went blank. His ass was numb from all of the spankings you gave it and the constant abuse you showed his hole but he loved it all.

You made him feel like he was indestructible.

He felt loved every time you both met up.

But his favorite thing of all was when you’d bite his neck.

You claimed him, you were his and he was yours. No one would come in between the both of you.

You had him where you wanted him and it was gratifying to know that such a successful hero could be so easily manipulated.

You abused him, beat him, even gaslight him about the one time you flirted and slept with a colleague telling him that you never did it and that if you ever did it’s because he didn’t fuck you well enough.

You yelled abuse at him, mostly for minor things like forgetting to do the dishes, but he never complained. He accepted that he failed you and promised you that he would do better for you.

“Y/n? Can I ask you something?” He was sweating bullets in his suit, the noise of the other patrons not truly helping him in his current predicament.

“Sure, what do you want.” You continue to eat your steak and chuckled at how he strained himself to speak louder.

“I- I wanted to-” He struggled to muffle his moan as you turned up the level to the vibrating buttplug you got him some time ago.

“I- w-want- fuck˜ I wa-nt to ask if- if you w-ant to marry m-me?” He leaned onto the table and tried to hide his face by covering it with his arms.

You on the other hand already knew what you would say but you wanted to see how he’d react if you hesitated.

You remained silent for the rest of the night while Tamaki silently followed you around hoping that he didn’t just ruin your relationship.

You found yourself at the end of the night fucking into him while he cried out your name.

His drool slid down the sides of his mouth and his body was covered in bruises.

He felt so vulnerable yet afraid. You never answered him.

Did you love him? Did you want him like he wanted you? Were you using him?

Was there someone else he should be concerned about? Was there another body he would need to hide soon?

“I love you so much, Tamaki. Never leave me, please?” With a set of fake tears in your eyes, you swoop down and kiss him breathless.

He felt like he was on cloud nine. Was this a yes?

“Let’s be together forever.” Yes, you did say yes.

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🍋 Rayleigh x AFAB Reader (smut)

Theme: SMUT! Creampie! Age Gap (reader on 20s)! Overstimulation! A bit of sensual choking but not really highlighted. Captain reader. FLUFFY ENDING! 🥺

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Y/n and her crew have been stuck in Sabaody Island for a week now. Apparently, the one who's supposed to coat their ship is a fraud and has been milking them money; but nevertheless they're at a random tavern in Sabaody celebrating- as they've scared off the scammers- with their very own money (now back in their hands).

"Fools, they truly think they could fool a pirate." Y/n's right hand man, who runs by the epithet "bolt", mocked venomously.

"Hai, hai, hai bolt-san." Y/n, the captain of the crew said as she gently pat the head of her right hand man in order to calm him down.

"Captain, I'm not a dog." Bolt hissed as he swatted her hand away which made Y/n raise her hands up defensively. Bolt then patted on Y/n's back, informing her that he's joining the crew gathered in a table. This time, Y/n remained deep in her thoughts as she was left alone in the bar.

A huge grin crawled on to Y/n's face as she now eyed the pirate-filled tavern. They've never been this relaxed for a long time and it's also quite good to know that the Marine HQ has been relocated. Despite of the sudden surge of pirates on the area, it's quite soothing to know that celestial dragons have not set foot on Sabaody for two years now.

"A young lady like you should be having the time of her life by now instead of sulking alone." A raspy voice suddenly interrupted her from her thoughts, the culprit seemed to have taken the vacant seat beside her.

"Did it seem like I was sulking?" The captain asked as she chuckled on what he said.

"Was I mistaken?" A white-haired man seemed to be the owner of such voice.

"This," Y/n said as she paused and gestured to her face.

"Is my happy face." She added, a huge grin now slipping to her features.

"Now that's more like it." The ripped old man commented, as he referred to her smiling face.

"You don't mind if I give you company right?" He asked.

"I really don't need your company but you don't seem so bad, old man." She playfully said, a smirk now lingering her lips.

"Old man," he mumbled and repeated what she just called him, he chuckled upon the realization.

"Is this you drawing the line, young lady?" He teased which only made the young Captain laugh.

"The old man has a name you know." He teased more.

"And that is?" The young captain asked.

Bingo.

"Rayleigh," he said, with a toothy grin as if he hit jackpot.

"Hmmm... that name somehow rings a bell. Do I know you or something?" She rhetorically spoke, a sense of familiarity over the old man's name.

"Maybe." Rayleigh smirked as he knew what she's trying to figure out. He then chugged his beer at the fleeting silence.

"My name's Y/n, nice to meet you Rayleigh." Y/n said as she extended her hand for a hand shake.

"You're not my uncle or something right?" She asked, making sure before anything else which made Rayleigh momentarily choke on his beer. A light-hearted laugh ripped through his mouth once he regained his composure while he firmly shook her hands; unbeknownst to the old man, he has managed to spread tingles through out the young captain's body.

"No, I don't think so." The old man then said after he recovered from laughing which made Y/n lightly laugh as well. Y/n gently squeezed her thighs as he felt his firm hand linger over hers.

"Hmmm... just trying to make sure." The young captain flirted and Rayleigh didn't miss on that. Slowly, Rayleigh dropped her hand much to her disappointment.

"What's there to make sure?" He challenged, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

"Hmmm... maybe the old man wants my company for the night instead." Y/n boldly stated.

"Are you sure it's not the other way around, Captain Y/n?" Rayleigh asked, this time in an obviously lascivious manner. Y/n felt her breath quickened as she shamelessly checks the old man before her, up and down. Her heart suddenly dropped as she noticed him leaving the bar stool,

"Don't you wanna go somewhere quiet?" He suggestively asked which made the young captain hop on her stool in relief as she now followed his trail out of the tavern.

"Lead the way, young lady." Rayleigh gestured a hand forward, hinting that they're heading at her place. A sudden yet soft wind gust through out the island which made the young captain's hair flow in a breath-taking manner; Rayleigh sighed in awe at the beauty walking beside him. If he was at his prime, he was so sure that he would pursue the lady beside him.

Once they've arrived at their venue, both walked past the dozing front-desk clerk and head towards her rented room, in where she nervously shuffled for her key to fit in the door's key hole. Rayleigh noticed the woman's demeanor but he didn't say anything about it as he patiently waited.

Once they're in, Y/n's breath hitched in her throat, highly relieved as her room remained tidy.

Before she could say something, strong hands gripped her waist as she was being gently pushed against the door, shutting it in the process. Her worries were immediately thrown out of the window as experienced lips roughly crashed to hers. She moaned at the kiss as Rayleigh attempted to deepen it, softly biting at her lower lips and to his success, she welcomed his tongue and has now fought for dominance. Y/n's attempts were futile as the old man seemed to be taking charge.

Rayleigh's strong grip over her waist slowly slid to her behind as he sensually squeezed her ass. The woman moaned to his lips once more and soon after she detached her lips from him to gasp for air. Rayleigh continued to squeeze her ass making the young lady shift in impatience. She has never felt her body burn for someone like this before. Rayleigh indeed knew what he was doing.

"Jump." Rayleigh mumbled, Y/n immediately jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist as he led her to the bed, with his hot mouth leaving sensual kisses on her neck. Y/n was nevertheless impressed at the old man's brute strength. Her mouth agape as he sensually kissed her throat. She slowly grinded her groin to his and earned a groan from Rayleigh. Rayleigh gently laid her back on the mattress as he continued his ministrations to her neck. He then spread her legs wide as he settled between them, making sure to nudge his thighs on her burning core in which Y/n responded with a grind.

His lips returned to her mouth as his knuckles smoothly trace the skin beneath her shirt, sending shivers down her spine at how calculated the gesture was. He latched his lips on her earlobe, harsh breaths aimed at her ear making her core yearn for his attention. A moan escaped the young woman's lips as he felt Rayleigh grind against her core.

"I-I need you..." Y/n impatiently whined in between whimpers as all she could ever think about is to be impaled by the well-built man before her.

"Patience, princess." He sensually whispered in her ear; he proceeded to lightly suck behind the shell of her ear which made her gasp in delight.

Rayleigh then detached his lips as he decided to lift her shirt, slowly trailing sensual kisses beneath her clothed breast. Rayleigh immediately took her top off and before she could process what he's doing, he has successfully unclasped her bra and latched his mouth on her nipples. Y/n's back arched at the situation. A moan escaped her lips as she felt his vacant hand starting to play with her clothed clit. Rayleigh softly bit on her mound which made her whimper once more.

"...Please." she whined, leaving all her shame behind as she started to untie the cloak around him and unbutton his top. As if her request is granted, Rayleigh hurriedly pulled her pants down along her underwear, with her shoes dropping along the process.

Hot kisses trailed to her belly. Rayleigh spread her legs wide, studying the moist in her glistening core. The sight only made his cock go harder. He soon took off his top and immediately pushed down the clothing on his lower region, making Y/n almost salivate at the sight. His veiny cock standing proud , tall, and thick. Her eyes trailed at his sculpted thighs, stomach, as he crawled towards her way in an animalistic manner. The way his muscles ripple at his movements made her squeeze her thighs shut but Rayleigh was fast to stop her. He opened her legs as wide as he could and before Y/n could open her mouth to whine again, his lips latched on her clit, sucking on it as if it's his favorite dessert.

"Fuck! Rayleigh~" Y/n whined as she grind her core further his face, an iron steel grip, glued her hips to the mattress. His brute strength once again turning her on more. Her hands immediately found his hair as she ran a hand through it. Rayleigh momentarily stopped his ministrations.

"You taste sweet, young lady." He smirked at the young woman before he dived right back to her throbbing pussy. Rayleigh hungrily lapped her lower lips, returning to suck on her throbbing clit as if his mouth is vacuum. Y/n moaned loudly, no one has ever made her feel this way just with their mouth alone. At this point, she's very glad and relieved to have met the old man.

A finger slipped through her cunt which made her arch her back and buck her hips in pleasure. Y/n's eyes rolled as he felt his finger hit the right places without his mouth ever detaching her clit. Rayleigh's experience was quite evident in his ministrations and how Y/n never wished the night to end. Y/n whined as she felt him insert a second finger, curling upwards towards her clit from the inside. His speed increasingly rapid as he now wrapped his left arm around her waist, slightly lifting the lower half of her body in the air from the mattress as he deeply thrusted his fingers inside her pussy, hitting the same spot that made Y/n roll her eyes in pleasure. Y/n became a writhing mess, as she squeezes her breast and twisted her nipples while he does his thing on her.

"Rayleigh~ I'm cumming!" She loudly moaned, practically screaming as she felt herself lost in pleasure.

"Let it go princess." He encouraged, as he latched his lips back to her throbbing clit while he expertly curled his fingers in her.

"RAYLEIGH~" She moaned as she squirted on his finger and to his chin which made the old man chuckle. Yet, he didn't stop sucking her clit harshly as he gently rest her lifted ass back to the mattress.

"Rayleigh— FUCK!" She exclaimed as she felt herself writhe at the overstimulation, Rayleigh then licked her pussy lips clean and chuckled once more as her squirt has messed with her bedsheets. Y/n panted hardly, as she felt Rayleigh crawl to meet her face to face. Before she could greedily gasp for more air, Rayleigh immediately crashed his lips to hers, letting her taste her own juices.

"How was that princess?" A mischievous grin sprawled on his lips as he then sensually lick his lips, savoring her juices.

"Fuck me..." she panted with a lustful look on her face. The look on her face awakened something on Rayleigh, he wanted to be rough with her and realized that she could take it. Y/n also sensed that the mature man before her has been trying to hold back, she wanted to unleash that.

"Don't hold back..." she whispered. Rayleigh immediately crashed his lips to her once more as he slowly lined his cock to her entrance. A loud moan ripped through her throat as she felt him roughly pushed his cock in her pussy. Rayleigh immediately sucked on her throat, momentarily holding his hips back as he allowed her to adjust. Despite his age, he knew how big his cock can get when fully throbbed; to his ego, the women he bedded before whined at how big his cock is as he fucks them until they're dumb.

Rayleigh snapped his hips once more to test the waters and by the look on Y/n's face, she's more than ready to take him. A smirk spread on his lips as he lift himself up a bit pulling his cock almost out from her pussy as he position her left leg over his shoulder, he has also managed to sneak a pillow beneath her ass to elevate her in a specific angle. Before she could open her lips, Rayleigh immediately snapped his hips, burying his cock deep on her core as sensual screams escaped her lips. The size of his cock and the angle that they're in immediately hit her in her g spot. She quivered at the sensation. Rayleigh then latched his lips to one of her nipples as he increasingly snaps his hips to her, making her moan his name like a prayer. His speed and his strength has made the bed harshly creak and slam to the walls. Rayleigh knew she was lost in pleasure as her face started to contort in a liberating manner.

He pulls his cock and slams it back at her in an inhumane manner, such precision and strength made Y/n moan louder. Her voice could probably be heard through out the inn but she couldn't care less.

"Yes~ there~ FUCK!" She whined, this time, Rayleigh's mouth sensually caress the side of her neck. Despite trying to be discreet on marking her, her neck and breast is somehow painted with his mouth, yet she didn't mind, she didn't care.

Without stuttering his pace, he easily turned Y/n on her knees. Pulling her back against his chest on a kneeling position as he continues to pound her from behind. Rayleigh's lips continued to abuse a specific area on her neck where she seemed to react the most. He wrapped his left arm through her waist, as he repeatedly slammed on her, hitting the same spot. His eyes darkened to animalistic lust as he bit her neck and watch her breast bounce at the intensity of his thrust. He slowly tried and experimented, lightly choking her with his right hand. A gibberish moan escaped on Y/n mouth as he lightly squeezed on her neck.

"Hmm, you seem to like that." He whispered on her ear, an octave lower than his usual tone which made Y/n a moaning mess. He gently yet firmly pushed her body down to the mattress, her head buried deep to the mattress with her ass and lower half on Rayleigh's mercy. A firm spank on her ass while he thrusts made her moan, her ass jiggling at the intensity.

"R-raylei— AH!" She moaned, as she became a dumb mess under his mercy.

"I-i'm cumming!!" She moaned loudly, Rayleigh felt his movement momentarily stutter as he is close as well. He immediately snaked a hand between her thighs which made her squirm as he softly yet rapidly press circles on her clit as if it's an emergency button.

"F-FUCK!" She sensually screamed at the added sensation.

"Go ahead p-princess."  He panted and moaned as he felt her cunt tighten around his cock.

"F-fuck..." he mumbled as he tried to hold his release.

"Rayleigh!~" Y/n moaned as she released loads of cum on his cock, she immediately arched her back to meet his chest, as she attempted to reach his ass, as if to push him further in her, she knew what she wanted was crazy but she said it anyway;

"C-cum in me." And almost immediately, Rayleigh cummed deep in her pussy. Both panting hard as he slowly thrusts his cock to ride their highs.

"F-fuck rayleigh~" she cummed once more as he felt his cum hitting the same spot deep in her, her body jolting and writhing at the heightened pleasure. She knew her legs already gave up on her for awhile now and it was because of Rayleigh gripping her ass up that got her in place.

For an old man of his age, he is far greater than any man of her age that she's spend the night with.

"W-who are you..." she panted, still in awe at his stamina and strength. Rayleigh slowly pulled out which made her whine at the emptiness. She flopped on her stomach as she couldn't feel her legs at the moment. Rayleigh flopped beside her, as he pulled the blanket over her body. He gently pulled her towards his body, as she now rested her head on his chest, wrapping an arm across his muscular waist.

Soon enough, both drifted to sleep.

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Y/n decided to extend their stay for another week as her crew were still looking for someone to coat their ship; she couldn't also tell them that she's having a hard time walking after her sexual encounters with the old man. A few days have passed since her wild and steamy night, although she could walk fine, there's still something a bit for her to recover. She chuckled at the memory.

As she was packing her things, harsh pounding on her rented room were heard.

"Captain!" Her right hand man exclaimed from the other side of the door.

"Come in." She firmly spoke, as she remained seated at the edge of her bed.

"We found someone who's very much willing to coat! Although... he suggested to extend our stay for another week to ensure the security of the coating." Bolt said, relieved that they've found someone to coat yet worried that they had to stretch their stay.

Y/n groaned at the extension, as she couldn't wait to sail to Fishman Island but nevertheless she agreed to the conditions.

"Captain! You wouldn't believe this!" Bolt started as they've walked closer to the ship.

"Oh shit, there he is. He really did said he'll start as soon as possible." Bolt added as he pointed at the crouching figure near their ship.

"Captain!!! You wouldn't believe this man right here. Prepare yourself—"

"Rayleigh?" Y/n immediately voiced out as she noticed the familiar figure crouching beside the hull of the ship, preparing something.

"No way..." Bolt gasped, in awe as his Captain has already met 'the dark king'.

"Oh, Y/n!" Rayleigh, exclaimed in acknowledgement, a huge smile on his lips as he eyed her figure.

"Captain?! I feel so betrayed?!!" Bolt dramatically spoke.

"Huh?" Y/n replied in confusion.

"You never told me that you had met, Silvers Rayleigh! The dark king! Right-hand man of the Pirate King!" Bolt exclaimed in amazement, which made Y/n's jaw drop. She knew that she saw him somewhere!! But what the hell? She has fucked the dark king? The right-hand man of the Pirate King? She has fucked someone who has already seen the One Piece?!

"W-what?" She gasped in awe. Dumbfounded by this new information.

"Young man, that's all in the past. I'm just an old man who coats ships." He chuckled as he met his eyes with the accusing stares of the young captain. She knew that the dark king is in Sabaody but never has she expected to bump with him.

"A-ah—"

"My name is l/n f/n, it's such an honor to meet you!" The young captain, immediately bowed in respect and awe towards the man before them, almost forgetting that she has gone intimate with him.

Rayleigh chuckled which made the young captain look up, she realized that he is now standing in front of her.

"Wait, I gotta tell them!" Bolt exclaimed as he bolted off to find his crewmates leaving a nervous Y/n behind.

"B-bolt! W-wait..." she staggered.

"My, my, my young lady. You weren't this nervous the first time we met." He teased as he tucks a lose strand to the back of her ear.

"You..." she mumbled, as her eyes trailed to the hull of the ship. She's so embarrassed to even look at the man before her.

"No need to be shy now, young lady." He chuckled, igniting butterflies to her stomach. As she boldly met his eyes, she truly felt like fainting as he winked towards her direction.

"Cheeky bastard..." she mumbled, which made him laugh. Nothing about him seemed old at all, she knew she's in trouble as she realized she's slowly growing a crush towards this old man.

"W-why didn't you t-tell me..." Y/n meekly mumbled, embarrassed at her ignorance. The dark king laughed as he observed another side to her that he never knew existed. Cute, he thought.

He shrugged his shoulders and slowly lift her chin up to meet her eyes as she seemed to be very interested at the ground at the very moment.

"How cute princess!" He exclaimed, a huge grin on his lips as Y/n swallowed the non-existent lump of her throat. She could feel her chest tighten in awe, as her heart doubled in speed at the sight of the man before her. Rayleigh knew all too well what he's doing with her and chuckled as his charms remained intact just like in his prime days, what a relief.

"How about a coffee date so that I could make it up to you?" A huge grin painted on his lips as he runs his thumbs through her cheeks, feeling it go warmer by the second.

"Y-you're paying!" Y/n attempted to speak firmly but instead it came out meek and too cute for the dark king.

"Alright then..." he chuckled.