Hiii Bee 🐝💕✨ I’m so excited for you to open requests for song fics! I always loved the ones you did in the past!
Could I request one for either Rayleigh, Denjiro or Mihawk, please? Don’t have any special wishes, just whatever inspires you! Thank you so much and I hope you have lots of fun with the requests you’re getting! ❤️
Laleeee you're always so sweet to me! ;o; Sorry for taking forever on this, my weekend has been busy as you know lol. I hope you'll like this though! I've been itching to use this song. > w>
(I asked Lale ahead of time if F!Reader was okay and she said yes to anyone who was wondering why she didn't request a gender and I included one, I felt the song was too heavily gendered to go GN.)
F!Reader / NSFW-ish (suggestive) / 1k
Song: "All the Pretty Girls" - Vera Blue
Like a '90s dream, cool cut, left drop earring
Cigarette stuck to the bottom of your lip
Saw you standing on the corner of the street
You got your own style with the way that you're moving.
The first time you saw him, you almost walked into a building. Tripping over your sandals, your eyes were glued to the figure he made. Towering over the rest—large blue hair bobbing, a smirk stretched across his lips, and with the bright colors of his outfit, it was hard to miss him.
Your friend finally noticed you weren't by her side and turned back to see you frozen in place. "Something wrong?"
"Who is that?" you whispered with awe, pointing down the street at the man's retreating back. And what a back it was, your mind whispered to you sinfully.
She looked at you like you were nuts. "You don't know him? That's the owner of the pleasure house, Kyoshiro."
Kyoshiro. You felt like the name didn't quite suit him but it was hardly noticeable compared to everything else about him. Handsome, the man was so handsome. You just had to meet him.
It took some whining but eventually you wore down your friend enough to get you into a party that Kyoshiro was supposed to be at.
Once you got there, it took a few hours to muster up the courage. You lingered around the edges of the party, feeling out of place and foolish. Kyoshiro was obviously popular, surrounded by followers and women all vying for his attention.
Still, he was the sole reason you were there and the first moment the man was alone you took the chance and hurried over. As you sat by his side, you could feel the weight of multiple glares from others in the room who had been hoping to do the same. They lingered like sharks ready to spring at the first opportunity.
Shyly you introduced yourself to Kyoshiro, heart in your throat, and he took you in silently. Then he smiled wide, hiccuped, and wrapped a warm arm around you, pulling you against his side.
"Nice to meet ya! Let's have a drink!"
I know your type, I spent too many nights
Black mascara dripping from my eyes
So I tell myself girl, don't get, girl, don't get too close
'Cause you...
The night was exhilarating. Once the two of you started drinking together, he seemed happy enough to let you stay by his side, a fact that made you feel faint with giddiness.
You noticed a few dirty looks here and there but you didn't let it bother you. If he had chosen another girl to keep him company you were sure you'd be among the many who were currently shooting daggers with their eyes.
You make all the pretty girls cry
You
So easy, you don't even try
You spoil us, toy with us when you're looking like that
You're standing there heavenly, always leaving us sad
You
You make all the pretty girls cry
Kyoshiro was funny and flirtatious. You couldn't remember the last time you laughed so much. The way he looked at you, his enormous hairdo blocking one side of his face so you only saw one amused eye and half his charming smirk was more than enough to make your heart flutter.
He was so incredibly handsome, it was hard to tear your eyes away. And when he suggested the two of you ditch the party, well—
What other choice was there?
I get turned on, I get strung out on the idea
From the chaos and the bad romantic feels
But guys like you know what to say to get me naked
Give me temporary pleasure
There's something you do better
The rest was a bit of a blur. You rarely drank and even when you refused half the time, Kyoshiro made you drink more than you normally would as he shot back more and more saké.
From then on there are only snapshots of memories—
Stumbling through the streets of the Flower Captial, laughing at the wind.
Getting to the pleasure house, a mix of scents and colors. Tobacco hung heavy in the air, along with multiple people's perfumes and colognes. It made you dizzy but Kyoshiro easily guided you along.
Your shaking hands moving along his skin, dipping into the panes of his abs, and feeling all the oxygen leave your lungs when he kissed you breathless.
You
You make all the pretty girls cry
You
So easy, you don't even try
You spoil us, toy with us when you're looking like that
You're standing there heavenly, always leaving us sad
You
You make all the pretty girls cry
Heated kisses pressed against your skin, your fingers scratching down his back.
Legs thrown open Kyoshiro pressing inside and—
I know your type, I spent too many nights
Black mascara dripping from my eyes
So I tell myself girl, don't get, girl, don't get too close
Sunlight streamed into the room, making you groan. Instinctively you patted the spot next to you and found it empty. You sat up slowly, a headache pulsing at your temples, and a weight dropped into your gut once you pried open your eyes to see the room around you barren.
No Kyoshiro in sight.
Not that you should have expected anything else, you figured as you buried your face into your knees, unshed tears burning hot in your eyes.
You make all the pretty girls cry
(All the pretty girls cry)
You
So easy you don't even try
You spoil us, toy with us when you're looking like that
You're standing there heavenly, always leaving us sad
"Oh look you're awake!" a warm voice greeted and your head shot up to met Kyoshiro's grin. He was fully dressed, not a hair out of place and you never have felt so glad to see anyone before. "Grabbed us some breakfast." He tilted his head at you. "Everything okay?"
He was holding a tray of food and you felt a smile split your face wide, your cheeks hurting with the force of it.
"Amazing," you answered joyfully. "Couldn't be better."
You
You make all the pretty girls cry
You
So easy, you don't even try
You spoil us, toy with us when you're looking like that
You're standing there heavenly, always leaving us sad
You
You make all the pretty girls cry
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