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mooishbeam · 8 months

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『♡』 Obey Me

♡ featuring: kaeya x f!reader

♡ summary: you learn your lesson for disrespecting the calvary captain wc: 4.1k+ (i am so sorry)

♡ cw/tw: wax play, humiliation, degradation, sex toys, dacryphilia, rough sex, hard dom, overstim, orgasm torture, edging, bondage, squirting, pet play if you squint, kaeya is kind of an asshole, pet names (dove, pretty girl, sweetie)

notes: idk how the word count did that I'm too silly. feral kaeya does something to me tbh. n e way I promise a shorter one next time hehe. art by ttalby_ on ig <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Kaeya isn’t used to feeling like this.

The interesting days of tasks and adventitious missions superseded his need for activities outside of the Knights of Favonius. He often stumbled—more so, needlessly interjected—into petty situations. He lived for theatrics, an audience to indulge emotion and intimacy in its most vulnerable state. A man who solves the problems of the public before his own knew neither authentic nor genuine connection. Kaeya was well aware of how easily he made hearts swoon, with a silver tongue and attractive timbre, a mask imperceptible. When you arrived as an apprentice for the 6th Company, he assumed you’d be just as easy, just as captivated. You were anything but. You barely acknowledged his existence for the first year, and he’d be wrong to say your lack of dalliance didn’t chip away at his self-esteem.

Something egotistical in him wanted your attention. Romantic prospects were dispensable to him, but you had to know who he was. After all, who doesn’t love the Calvary Captain?

Just for fun he told himself, as you became the first person to turn him flushed and sow seeds of doubt surrounding love in his heart. Kaeya finally managed to achieve your regard and all you asked for was his name. The audacity of you, to ask the captain who he is? He nearly busted out laughing. He gently held your hand and kneeled to kiss it, maintaining eye contact throughout.

“Kaeya, my dear.”

You were surprised to find him waiting for you outside the headquarters one day, handsome navy strands haloed in confidence, a delicate flower and perfumed letter in hand. Kaeya watched you read it in silence, his poem dedicated to you, requesting a date. You couldn’t help but smile at his charm, despite his sweaty palms as he awaited your answer. An accumulation of the little things; the bouquet of roses he bought you weekly, so you’d always have a fresh one, making sure you were always hydrated, his ability to make you laugh in trying times. You were both full of adoration, though he wouldn’t admit how invested he was. The only person who glimpsed the truth was Diluc. Kaeya rambled in his drunken stupor at the tavern, and Diluc sighed at the overdramatic sonnet. “My heart beats for her like no other. Will this be my fate? My Greek tragedy?” he mumbled through hiccups.

As your relationship blossomed, work withered. An emerging problem reared its ugly head. Your assignments consumed your daily life and dwindled the moments spent with Kaeya. In the beginning stages of dating he understood, exuding nothing but patience and encouraging words. He didn’t expect you to drop work for him, and he was willing to accommodate the hectic schedule. Romantic gestures were limited to light caresses or kisses, clandestine sessions in abandoned alleyways. Frequent dates reduced to a couple a week, then a month, then none. The worst instances were when you assured Kaeya you’d arrive, only to call him a couple hours later with a tired apology, still stuck at your office. You promised him you’d make time for yourself and practice self-care, but it was evident you weren’t listening to his advice. You were no stranger to quickies, kindly offering them to Kaeya if he ever needed “destressing”. But the captain was never a fan of rushed affairs. He wanted desperately to share extended time with you, and you had none to give. It became easier to lie than to admit how overworked you were.

Kaeya didn’t come to headquarters today, but you recall the conversation from the previous night.

“Mm, I’m missing my little dove. Think you can come see me?” he said, tilting your chin up to meet his loving gaze.

“Of course. I don’t have a lot of work tomorrow so I should be done early.”

“Great. I’ll make dinner for us. Be at my place by 8, okay?” You agreed to the timeframe.

Now that you’re comprehending the incomplete documents strewn across your desk, you regret your conviction. You shouldered the weight of everyone in your division. It’s getting close to the date, and you’ve barely scratched the surface. You fumble for concentration, anchoring down to finish the rest of the list. You make haste and shove the papers at Hertha. I still have time to get there you thought. Glancing up at the clock as you dart out the building, your eyes widen at what it reads. 10:15 pm.

Fuck. You’re running now, skirt bouncing and bag rustling, navigating busy streets with an uneasy mind. Once again you promised, and once again you broke it. How could you be so careless? You catch your breath when your hand contacts the door. You relax before giving a few light knocks. The door swings open.

Kaeya’s hair is free from its usual constraints, draping down his back and shoulders, wispy bangs hugging his sharp features. He’s clearly pissed reclining against the doorframe. He stares at you with his arms folded in front of the parted button down that peaks into the muscular, scarred chest underneath.

“Kaeya, I-”

“Get inside.” He turns and walks to the kitchen. You follow him inside and take note of the cold portion of a beautiful plate—presumably your meal—sitting on the table. He swishes the nearly finished red wine before taking a sip. You search aimlessly for an acceptable excuse while he leans against the table with his hand, glass in the other, eyes trained to the floor. Each second of silence simmering makes your stomach knot tighter, and he lets you stand uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry, I... There were a few roads closed in the area. I had to take a different route.” you fib. He gazes at you, panning up and down before forcing a sarcastic smile.

“How unfortunate. Are these the same roads that made you three hours late?" His jaw tightens.

“It was pretty busy today-”

“I’m feeling generous tonight, so I'll give you one more chance to be honest.”

You sighed. “I’m so sorry. There’s been a lot of work lately. It’s not fair to you to deal with my problems.” He scoffs deeply, downing the rest of the glass and sets it on the table.

“If this isn’t working for you, I understand.”

“Oh? Are you suggesting a separation? Not even the gall to try and make it up to me?” he sneers.

“You’re handsome and people like you. It’s not hard to find other options.”

“If it’s not hard, why is the one thing I truly desire so difficult to hold? A petal drifting unpredictable wind, too quick to grasp.” He starts stalking towards you, relaxed but seemingly irritated. The contrast between his words and actions unnerves you.

“How many times must I tell you to take care of yourself, to not let them walk over you, to come to me if you need help?” He gets to you and snakes his calloused hand behind your neck, a firm grip. Yearning lips are inches from yours, his hair tickles your eyelashes.

“Why can’t you just listen to me, (Y/N)? Hmm?” He’s lenient, but you feel a shiver up your back and heat pooling in your stomach, nonetheless.

“I’ll try harder. I promise.” you say, barely above a whisper. The pad of his thumb swirls your cheek.

“I won’t entertain promises. Show me your dedication.”

“What do I do to prove it?” A sadistic grin grows across his face, and lips graze your ear, sultry voice coiling around the shell. Your breath stalls.

“Tonight, I’ll eat you up slowly-” Kaeya peppers soft kisses between the words against your jaw. “-savoring every. Little. Bite.” He trails down to your neck. You're melting in his hold, grabbing his robust arms for anything to stabilize you. "And when I’m picking you apart, and there’s tears in your eyes and you’re begging and you can’t take it anymore-” He drinks up your anticipation, an amused chuckle from the shudder prickling your skin.

“-you’ll sit there and obey me until I'm done. Like a good pet.”

You’re stripped of everything besides your underwear in front of the restlessly eager man. Standing in the center of this candlelit room, you feel miles away from him as he sits fully clothed on the edge of the bed. He’s lax, legs spread with a nonchalant posture; they invite you to kneel between them. Sex with Kaeya was never like this. Though infrequent, your back-alley blowjobs were done with kindness and haste. It was one thing for Kaeya to ogle your mouthwatering figure, another in the humiliating state he constrains you to. Your hands are bound by leather handcuffs that clip to a chunky black collar on both sides, limiting the movement of your wrists to just centimeters away from your face. You could move if you tried to, but the collar locked and tightened around your neck the harder you struggled. In the middle was attached a dangling leash, empty of its owner.

The vibrating lace panties he put you in buzz agonizingly low against your clit, sending gentle bursts to the butt plug filling deep, foreign space in your body. You’re glutted, chafing your thighs together to numb the sweet ache dotting your core.

“C’mere dove.” Kaeya orders, his finger curls in a guiding motion. You take one step assuming his entreat, and he retorts with a tut.

“Aht aht, dogs don’t walk. Get on your knees and crawl to me.” Embarrassment overcomes you as you drop to your knees from the filthy demand. It’s degrading, having to crawl without the use of your arms. You scuffle with balance, and he takes pleasure in playing with the controller. Your rocking rear and wobbly legs find rhythm on the floor through the violent highs and lows of vibration. It was harder due to the position you stumbled in; the bullet teases you in the right spots. You finally reach him, resting your head on his knee, exhausted for what’s to come. He merely pats your head and uses the other to stifle the smug smirk.

“Good puppy. Look at me.” Suddenly, he wraps the leash around his hand and pulls in taut. It snaps your eyes to his lustful expression, a thick aura that encapsulates you, suffocates you in his command. Kaeya zips his pants down to spring his throbbing cock free, a dark brown gradient to the mushroom tip.

“Suck. If you let anything spill, I’ll punish you” he cooes. You lick the pre come away, fixating on the sensitive tip. His breathy sighs show appreciation. You lick in circular motions around it before lolling your tongue and taking all of him between your lips. His girth makes space in your mouth impossible until the head presses the back of your throat. “Ugh, fuck” he groans. Kaeya stands and pulls the leash towards him, enough to nuzzle your nose against his pubes. You gag and slobber over his balls from the constant pressure in your throat, and he keeps you there, watching the tears ball in your eyes, unfazed by your retching pleas. He keeps a firm grip on the back of your head.

“Can you take it?” It’s almost mocking, as if he can’t see the mascara that smears your cheeks and your sweaty, breathless figure. You nod anyway, eager to please. He hums approval before pulling out completely and hammering his length down your throat. His heavy balls smack your chin at a savage pace, and strings of spit connect your puffy lips to his shaft. It’s barbaric and your throat is raw from the impact, but he chases his high. You’re absolutely powerless, your hands can’t even push his thighs back. However, subconsciously it felt nice, to be out of control, at the mercy of someone else using you for their impulse. The whir in your soaking panties feels richer now, tangling in your lower back and clouding your senses. All you smell and feel is him, it was like you never worked a day in your life. Like you were made for this, and this alone. Obscene noises come from your squelching mouth and Kaeya’s broken moans. Fuck and yes are all he can handle through constant whimpers, and you feel him trembling toward his release. He tilts your head to get a better view of you, spit and tears mixed with strands of hair stuck to your skin. You were a mess. But his eyes are solely on you, drenched in adoration and pure love for your trust in him.

“I want this pretty face on me when I come” he whines and speeds up his thrusts before spurting hot, creamy ropes down your throat, painting your mouth white. He twitches wildly on your tongue till rest, and his guttural moans echo in your ears as you hollow your cheeks to suck him clean. A satisfying pop emerges when you free his tip, and he recollects himself. He somehow looks completely untouched, besides the sheen of sweat; the poise of a prince.

Once Kaeya comes to his senses, he eyes the evidence of wetness that soaks through your panties, along with drops of pre come you failed to notice. Truthfully, you tried hard to avoid spilling anything, but the sensations in both your back and front were dizzying. He drawls a dramatic sigh, and loosely fiddles with the leash.

“Didn’t I say not to spill anything?” His words are methodical, weaving enough vitriol to make your blood still at the upcoming punishment. “I’m sorr-”

“You made a mess. Clean it.” He drops the leash and waits. What you assumed to be a towel clean-up was quickly refuted as you felt the tension of his boot press on your upper back. With just enough weight, he forces your body down towards the fluids, arms crossed. You lick it up without complaint. “Good puppy” he praises.

Kaeya picks you up as if you’re featherlight and sets you on the edge of the bed on your stomach. You can’t see what he’s doing, and the silence frightens you. Immediately, the judder of the bullet increases significantly—not enough to make you come, but just enough to torment. You attempt to sway from undying heat between your legs, yet the static overtakes. Unbeknownst to you, the butt plug begins to vibrate, as well. You whine and arch your back involuntarily. You finally hear a deep chuckle from Kaeya. His fingers graze your sopping underwear.

“So naughty, you got like this just from sucking me off?” He pushes the bullet harshly against you. You mewl from the feeling. “Please Kaeya, it’s too much.”

“Shh, I know, I know. We still have a long way to go.” he soothes. He spreads your ass to reveal more area, and he’s hushed to an alluring whisper in your ear. “(Y/N). I’m going to spank you. And each time I do, you’ll count. One, thank you. Two, thank you. Up to sixteen. Understand?”

“Yes” you rasped.

“Good girl.”

Kaeya massages your backside and prepares a slap. His palm crashes sharply on one with a resounding crack. Blazing surge sprawls across the whole cheek, but you manage to stay afloat. “One, thank you.” He promptly delivers another, a staggering strike to match the other cheek. “Two, thank you” you hissed. He kneads the smoldering dough in his hands and smiles at the juices stuck to your inner thighs.

“Such a pervert. You’re not enjoying this, are you?” he teases. The lines of pleasure and pain blurred for you long before. The crackling fire of his hand swatting your ass makes you cry out. He’s brutal, and the grip you have on his sheets colors your knuckles white. You endure delicious thwacks with a tender bottom all the way through thirteen. Your malleable mind forgets to count past that, forgets your place. Kaeya feigns hurt. “Am I that forgettable? Should we start over?” A shudder trails down your back.

“M’no, Kaeya ple-ase. ‘M sorry.” you stammer. He swipes your tears with his thumb and licks it. “I’m touched by your tears” he groans. He moves back to your searing bottom, digging crescent shaped indents into the welted flesh with his nails.

“Do you know why I had you count to sixteen?”

“N-no...”

A low hmph. “That’s the number of dates you missed.” You go pale for a second. “It won’t happen again, Kaeya. Please!” you beg. The need for release ruins your rational thoughts, and he can taste your desperation. “Please what, dove?” He plays ignorance. “Tell me exactly what you want.” He caresses your face lovingly, despite his cruelty.

“Wanna come, I need it so bad, Kaeya.” His name rolling off your tongue in lewd fervor makes his length constrict in his pants. You’re putty in his presence, and he delights in molding you to his wishes.

"Are you worthy of it?" he taunts. Fresh tears brim your eyes, and he can’t fight back the snicker in his throat. He walks away from you, and you’re left alone until you feel the mattress give way under his knee. What little sight you had in front of you is robbed by the silky black blindfold pulling stiff on your eyes. “Too tight?”

“A little.” He loosens it a bit and kisses your temple. Suddenly, a sphere makes contact with your lips, and you open. The ball gag secures around the back of your head, and you’re already salivating from the stretch of your jaw.

“You know what, I’ll let you come.” he lulled. You can’t hear the malicious tinge in his words, and he swiftly turns both vibrators up to a harrowing speed at the same time. A strangled moan gets caught in your throat and you quiver and lurch over. He spanks your sore behind in response.

“Keep your back arched. I want a perfect view” he husks. You use the stamina you have left to stay in that position. Your hips are unconsciously rutting against the bullet, and the ecstasy lapping at your swollen clit sends trails of fire up your stomach. Kaeya watches the saturated outline of your convulsing vulva, the honeyed, muffled moans unending and palms his erection.

“I’m sorry, this must be so hard for you” he soothes. “Almost as hard as it was for me to hear you lie so blatantly.” Kaeya wasn’t a man that held grudges, but he took amusement in your reactions. All he can think about is breaking you, with each touch and kiss; so that you travel through heaven and hell, drowning in desire until he carries you out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you come hard, hole fluttering around nothing with electricity squirming in your bones. However, the pressure doesn’t stop, it seems to vibrate faster as you buck and cry. “Oops, wrong setting.” He turns it up higher, the bastard. It rips through your orgasm, already approaching another and you can’t take the sting. “Tell me if it’s too much” he sneers. Your hands jolt and snap back to the collar.

“I’ll turn it off later, I’m kind of busy right now. You know, work and stuff.” What? He wouldn’t leave you like this, right? Undecipherable noises bounce around the gag, but none persuade him. Footsteps get quieter, then the door shuts.

You can’t look or beg for Kaeya, and tears begin to stain the blindfold. Buzzing roars in your ears, your limbs are too weak to hold up and you can barely breathe. Your thighs shake from sick passion, and you come undone again over the persistent toys. The twenty minutes he was gone felt like hours. Your muffled sobs are uncontrollable, come cascading down your legs and spit dribbles from your lips. You aren’t sure how many times you came before he got back.

The Archons must have shown mercy; the vibrations stopped. You hear that suave voice resounding in your brain.

“I think you’ve earned a break.” he says, freeing the panties from you. The plug steadily glides out of your pulsing ring, and he removes the blindfold. Kaeya is the first thing you see, and for a moment he shines like royalty. The gag comes off and you’re babbling Kaeya’s name over and over like a chant, a devoted disciple. He cradles your face and hushes you.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He flips you on your back. You’re in a daze gazing at him but his attention is lowered to your spread legs, slabbering at the slippery aftermath of his abandonment.

“Beautiful. A living work of art” he whispered. His mask dissolves before you. He reaches for one of the red candles glowing vividly on his nightstand and returns with the wax-leaking stick. You share a soft kiss, warm and pure while he tilts the candle over your chest. He’s careful with the course and allows it to dance across your breasts, down your sternum and above your pelvis. Each crimson plop and fleck are its own singing thrill, but your awareness is diverted to his wanton kisses, the nips on your bottom lip. Heat reignites your core. Once he blows out the candle, he smudges French kisses down your neck, tracing the pattern of the wax to subdue the burn. “You’re flawless” he breaths against your nipple. He sucks one while pinching the other, the occasional bite on your slightly bruising skin makes you wince. He slides off the bed and starts stripping with an insatiable thirst that longed to be inside you, shirt and pants thrown about. In one swoop, he grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge.

“If I uncuff you, will you behave?” You nod frantically with the clinking metal, and he detaches the restraints. He brings your legs over his shoulder, and you feel the cockhead prodding your slit. Kaeya sinks his tip into you, and you’re suddenly overcome with frenetic throbbing that ripples through your hypersensitive clit. “W-wait, Kaeya-” You don’t have nearly enough strength to protest when you grab his wrists settled on your waist—he’s determined to fuck it out of you. “Mm, just a little more” He’s craving, his veins rub your walls all the way to the base. With his balls flush, he pulls out and drives into you. The first pump sends a flaming shock through your body, an abyssal fall you succumb to. You can’t register the erotic screams or pleasant shock of Kaeya as a stream of liquid coats your bodies and drenches the sheets. Your hysterical sobs and innocent sorry’s are music to his ears, better than any melody in Teyvat. He rubs circles on your lower belly and starts again at an unrelenting pace. “I-I can’t Kaeya, ‘m coming so hard.” you wail, writhing from the deep strokes coaxing your g-spot. Your stomach quakes and you grip him like a vice, he can’t stop the feral urge. “Fuck- aww, sweetie. I know, I know. Can you do another one, for me?” He tries to keep his composure, but his voice is bordering unhinged, dying to see you squirt again. Kaeya's chest pins yours and he pummels your cunt with your shaky legs locked around him. Your nails latch onto his back and you weep into his shoulder. The emotion is too intense; your heart thrums viciously in your ears.

“You’re my pretty little fuck toy, hmm?” he stutters through thrusts. “Just lay here and take my cock. Quit your job. Be mine entirely.” Loud plap’s accompany his silent plea, and you feel another orgasm boiling. His palm pressing on your womb makes you incoherent and he chuckles. “Aw sweetie, it feels too good?” he mocks. You touch foreheads. You’re both teeming, waiting for each other. “Give it to me. Come on my cock like a good slut” he demands. Wave after relentless wave splinters you, and the gushing sprinkler covers him exactly like he wanted. Kaeya moans at the sight. “Shit, ‘m coming.” He pursues his sputtering hips, shooting thick globs that greedily crowd your sex.

Kaeya breathes heavily as he comes down from his peak twitching inside. You still tremble sporadically in his arms. He rubs your back, placing calming kisses all over your face. “You alright, pretty girl?” You’re edging on unconsciousness. He stays with you until you gather responsiveness.

When you wake, the collar is off, and you identify concern in his eyes. “You weren't this scared when you were killing me” you murmur quietly. Kaeya flashes a genuine smile. “If you died from good sex, that’d be quite the compliment on my part.” He props you into his lap facing him, and you're reposed on his chest. He pats your hair, staring off into nothing and everything.

“I’d much rather have you in pieces. Because I’m the only one that can put you back together.” It was a passing thought, one that shouldn’t be said out loud. It churns in your gut, and you aren’t sure why.

“You worked so hard today. Let’s take a bath, okay?”

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probablysimpledreams · 10 months

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Brat, You Belong to Me

(Crocodile x reader: NSFW)

a/n: Hello hello One Piece nation!! I am here with some nsfw Crocodile for yall<3 This is set when he's still a Warlord and in Alabasta just for some context!

cw: Very possessive Croco here. A little usage of his hook, uses the term "pet" (the relationship the reader and him have is more of a toy/item than relationship bro is not nice just hot and possessive), hints of overstimulation, begging, masturbation being watched, umm that should be all. The reader is written gender neutral but with female parts. OH and a Doflamingo appearance!

word count: a tad over 1.4k

The ride to the World Government headquarters felt longer than ever this time. You often accompanied Crocodile to his Warlord meetings, finding joy knowing it was another place he could show you off. You loved being his accessory, having such a powerful man's attention turned you on like crazy.

However, lately too many things have been stealing that attention away from you. He never disclosed his work to you, and honestly that's not what you cared about. What was bothering was that he was too focused on his work. This past month he has been in meeting after meeting, phone after phone call locked away in his office. The only time he has spent with you was so he could get off, needing to release stress in between meetings, calls, reports, you name it. You knew he wasn't a kind man, but this was the first time he did not take your pleasure into consideration. It was pissing you off to no end. What was so much more appealing than you these days?

You sigh loudly as you lay your head on the large man. You flutter your eyelashes as you look up at him, a frown forming as he does not even bat an eye. He continues reading the newspaper as you move closer to him, ignoring any personal space in the car. You abruptly pull away, laying down on the seats on the limousine as you throw your legs across his. You always made sure to wear something revealing to these meetings, per Crocodile's request. You extend your right leg in the air, skin brushing against the newspaper Crocodile is buried into you.

"Control yourself _______," he mumbled while turning the page of the paper. He still not even glance up to look at you. His response invoked even more rage within you. As you sit up and turn away from him, a plan to get his attention forms in your head.

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You smile as you enter the meeting room, looking around at the familiar faces. It had been a while since the last Warlord meeting, but you knew exactly who to target to get under Crocodile's skin.

"So nice of you to join us, Gator boy," a tall man smirks as he approaches the two of you. "And your little Birdy joined us as well." He winked as he took your hand into his. "How are you beautiful?"

"Oh you know," you smile up at the man. "Can't complain." You glance at Crocodile as Doflamingo presses a kiss on your hand. Despite Crocodile showing no reaction, you knew how he felt about Doflamingo, especially when it came to him flirting with you. You always obey his rule of not interacting with Doflamingo's moves, but it was time to play dirty.

"Darling, I saved you a seat," Doflamingo escorts you over to the table where the rest of the Warlords sat. You thanked him as you sat in the chair between him and Crocodile. A small smirk formed on your face as you noticed Crocodile's attention was finally on you, even if it was just from the corner of his eye. Keeping up with your plan, you turn to ask Doflamingo a question. As the two of you talked you could feel a strong, piercing set of eyes watching you.

"Fufufufu, finally giving up on the old man huh Birdy?" Doflamingo leans closer into you. "You know my offer never expires," his hand starts trailing down to your exposed thighs.

"I might have to take you up on that Doffy," you giggle. "Ya know, Crocodile has been so busy lately, it's made me-" you were cut off by a hook creating a barrier between you and Doflamingo.

"That's enough," Crocodile huffs. "Both of you." Though he keeps a calm composure, you can sense the anger from his tone. The energy of the entire room shifts. His gold hook graces your skin as he pulls it back to himself, giving you a final glare before turning around.

"Oh? Protective, are we now?" Doflamingo chuckles amusingly. Before he's able to push Crocodile's buttons any further, the individuals who called for the meeting enter the room and begin speaking.

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Similar to the ride there, the ride back was silent. However, a winning smirk graced your face as he kept a hand latched on your thigh. His composure was slowly breaking as the ride continued. You impatiently rub your thighs together, causing Crocodile to tighten his grip on you. The car finally pulled into the Rain Dinners casino, and Crocodile dragged you all the way inside into his office. Using his hook, he quickly pushes everything off his desk and throws you onto the desk.

"Is this what you wanted so badly?" he asks, sliding the back of his hook against your clothed sex. You whine, yet he's not amused. "Answer me damn it."

"I-I want you!" you whine, unable to hide any desire. You've been so horny all month and can not take any teasing. His free hand slides your underwear off, then he presses the back of his hook against you again. You cry as the cold gold meets your skin. He gives a disgusted look as he pulls away, wiping the sticky wetness off the hook.

"Show me," he takes a seat down at the desk. "You put on a great show for Domflamingo earlier. Where's mine?"

You whine, but decide not to resist his demands. You quickly move your hand down your body, fingers swirling circles on your clit. Crocodile watches intensely as you get to work on yourself, moans leaving your lips. You could tell he was not going to give you what you needed yet though.

"C-Crocodile," you cry as you slide two fingers inside yourself. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to watch you intensely. You pick up the pace, pumping your fingers in and out of yourself at a quick pace. You continue to squirm on the table, moans crying for Crocodile to touch you and how you need him. Just as you're about to reach your climax, a hand reaches out and forces you to stop. You whine and fight to get out of his grip, but are unsuccessful as your hand is now pinned above your head.

"Such a good pet," he praises as he hovers over you. You swallow as he releases your hand, wrist throbbing from the tight grip. "Well, are you going to get what you've been begging for?" he motions to his harden cock trying to burst from his slacks. "Or should I make you wait even longer?" You eyes widen as you shake your head, causing him to chuckle as you quickly undo his belt and slide his pants off. "That's what I thought." Your legs wrap around his waist as he positions himself, tip barely inside you.

"Please Crocodile!" your impatience past its limit. "Fuck me already!"

"You don't make the demands here," he slams his cock roughly into you. "You got that?"

"Y-yes sir," you choke, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasurable pain.

"That's more like it," he smirks. He moves his hips to fuck you at a steady pace, starting slowly to make sure you feel every second of it. You cry as he pulls himself all the way out, seconds later sliding himself all the way back into you. Crocodile was clearly no small man, and neither was his dick. You still remember the first time he had fucked you, leaving you breathless and bleeding. You were sure you were bleeding again as it felt like he was ripping your inside apart with every thrust. This is exactly what you wanted. After a full month of being deprived your mind and body were ecstatic from finally receiving pleasure. It was all so overwhelmingly pleasuring, pushing you to your climax quicker than usual. Crocodile began thrusting faster and faster as you claw at his back. You know he will be mad if you ruin the silk button down he's still wearing, but you don't care. In this moment all you can focus on is your own pleasure.

"C-Crocodile," you moan as you tighten around him, causing him to let out a low growl. "I-I....Crocodile!!" you scream his name as the pleasure takes over you, vision going fuzzy as you reach your climax. You continues fucking you through it which causes you to squirm and cry out more.

You pant as you come down from the high of it all, sweat sliding down your face. You wince as Crocodile does not stop nor slow down. You reach out to put a hand on his chest, sweaty hands gripping his shirt.

"You're a fool if you think that's all," an evil smirk spreads across his face, eyes deeply looking into yours. "I'm going to make sure you never question who you belong to again."

#crocodile #crocodile one piece #crocodile x reader #crocodile op #crocodile smut #crocodile x y/n #cross guild #donquixote doflamingo #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #one piece #one piece smut

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chiharuuu22 · 2 months

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Whumpee, who was raised as a killing machine by Whumper and managed to become a "human" thanks to Caretaker, makes a special impression.

What if Whumpee was Caretaker's son?

There is a scenario that has occurred to me. If Caretaker A and B are husband and wife who join an organization to eradicate Whumper and his minions. Years ago, they lost their child to kidnapping and finally thought their child was dead.

One time, they broke into Whumper's headquarters and rescued the children there. Most of them are used as objects of research, and the rest, which are considered the most powerful, are used as tools to kill for personal gain. Most of these children had no identity, so they ended up being treated at a rehabilitation center belonging to the Whumper eradication organization.

Whumpee is a child who is finally under the supervision of Caretaker A and B. Initially, they had difficulty bonding with Whumpee. Whumpee's attitude, which was formed by Whumper, is very difficult to fix. Whumpee doesn't understand what is right and what is wrong.

Slowly, Caretaker A and B brought Whumpee to become "human" and the teenager he was supposed to be. Whumpee learns little by little about life and everyday skills. Whumpee understands what is right and what is wrong. Whumpee learns to understand "sorry," "please," and "thank you."

Of course, Whumpee ended up becoming very close to Caretaker A and B. Caretaker A and B even secretly wanted to adopt Whumpee.

No one realizes that Whumpee's appearance is actually similar to a combination of Caretaker A and B. Even if there is, they think that because Whumpee was raised by Caretaker A and B, Whumpee adopted their expression habits without realizing it.

One day, suddenly, Whumper attacked the organization's headquarters, causing chaos. Whumpee was asked to run as far as possible to be safe. Initially, Whumpee obeyed the order but finally changed his mind and returned to save Caretaker A and B. Even though he had not held a weapon for a long time, Whumpee's body still remembered to fight.

Whumpee became an aid to the organization and succeeded in eliminating some of the Whumper members. Together with their friends who had been saved, they thought that what they were doing was a form of gratitude.

Whumpee looked for Caretaker A and B, until finally they met when Caretaker A and B were fighting Whumper. Whumpee managed to win. However, when he was careless, Whumper still tried to attack his Caretaker. Of course, Whumpee's body moved spontaneously and eventually became a victim.

In the next classic scene, Whumpee finally has to receive treatment for the wounds he received. Whumpee got a donor from Caretaker who happened to have the same blood type.

Even though he didn't expect anything, Caretaker A did a little testing on Whumpee. After carrying out the first test, Caretaker A was surprised by the results. Then, he carried out various tests repeatedly and for days, and he even asked his friends for help to confirm the results.

And yes, Whumpee is their child who was thought to have died.

Caretaker A, who was still a mess, rushed to see Caretaker B, who was taking care of Whumpee. They talked to each other heart-to-heart. Caretaker A gave all the test results, and they cried happily together.

Caretaker A and B met Whumpee, who had gone through a critical period. They explain slowly that Whumpee is their son. At first, Whumpee thought Caretaker was joking because Whumpee didn't remember anything about his past. Until finally, Whumpee understands that he is the caretaker's son. Whumpee had parents all along. Of course, Whumpee felt very happy and grateful. He felt very lucky. Whumpee then learns to call Caretaker A and B "mom" and "dad.".

Maybe because Whumpee was happy, his healing progressed quickly, and Whumpee was able to return home.

Everything continues as usual. Except Whumpee finally has a birth certificate with his family name on the back.

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greytongue · 10 months

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rest with me.

cw: implied smut. this is just fluff. conflicted feelings. y’all are both agents. angst????? cuddling. you feel this shouldn’t go any farther, but you REALLY like leon. he is understanding

“stay.”

leon places a large hand on your bare lower back as you sat on the edge of the hotel bed. your eyes closed at the warmth of his hand and you sighed solemnly.

this wasn’t supposed to have happened. you two were assigned on a mission, it went relatively smoothly and now you were both spending the night at a random hotel before you’d both catch a flight back to headquarters and be given another assignment.

but of course, there was only one room available with only one king-sized bed. great.

he’d offered to take the floor, like the stupid, handsome gentleman he was. you insisted for him to just get on the bed, you were too tired to register how awkward this whole thing was. he obeyed.

you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t help but twist and turn. you had let out a sigh as you settled on your back. then, he gently reached and brush a lock of hair out of your eyes, gazes now locked onto each other. next thing you know, he’s going down on you and your hands are tangled in his hair, among other things.

you sighed, arms stopping mid way through the sleeves. “we shouldn’t have done this, kennedy.” you shake your head, pulling the shirt over yourself now. the fabric pooled around his wrist as he continued to stroke your back.

“and just keep ignoring what this is?” he gestured a finger between the two of you.

“i don’t even know what’s going on with us, leon.” you turned to look over your shoulder. “we’re supposed to just be coworkers.” you rub at your temples, trying to soothe yourself from your inner conflict.

“is that what you want?”

you stopped. in a perfect world, this would be great. but alas, it’s not. but no matter what, you simply couldn’t deny your feelings for the blond. no matter how hard you shoved those stupid fluttery feelings into a jar and threw it into the ocean.

leon sighed at your silence, moving his sizable hand from your back to your hip, over your sleep shirt.

“look, let’s sleep for now, yeah? we can deal with this later.” he tugged at your hip for you to lay down, and you complied. you were sluggish after fucking the shit out of each other. you both needed your rest.

you hiked your legs back onto the bed, he immediately opened his arms and you scooched into the inviting warmth of his body, pressing close and wedging your head beneath his chin. he held you tightly, nose burying into your hair and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

you draped an arm over his waist, “i’m sorry for… being like this. i know i’m not saying anything you wanna hear-“

“shh,” he began stroking your back again. “just rest with me.”

you closed your eyes in defeat, body truly beginning to relax.

“okay.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil leon #fluff fic #fluff fanfic #slight angst #conflicting feelings #implied smut #cuddling and touching #comfort

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mikavlcs · 11 months

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Young Blood

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x gn!reader

Summary: You’re new and Gwen’s forced to show you around. It doesn’t end up being as tedious as she was expecting.

Warnings: mild astv spoilers, my writing lol

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: listen, i know this will get like 20 notes, but i needed to do this okay. i love her sm. this also my first time writing anything marvel related...as i’m sure you can tell.

Masterlist

Gwen dug the heels of her palms into her eyes as she walked up the wall, unsuccessfully fighting off another exasperated groan.

She shouldn’t have been doing this. She should be off in another dimension fixing anomalies and fighting bad guys, not this. Anyone could greet new recruits, so why Miguel insisted on making her do it was an eternal mystery. She was honestly starting to think that he just liked annoying her.

Jessica offered her a sympathetic smile when delivering the news, but Gwen didn’t want sympathy, she wanted a mission.

Still, she followed orders, knowing that disobeying would only put her further down the mission list. Plus, with Pavitr and Hobie busy, what else was there to do?

She stepped up to the entrance and her eyes found you immediately. You were easy to spot. All newbies were. They all had the same awe-struck reaction to the compound which Gwen couldn’t blame them for, considering she had been there once herself.

Your mask was off, hanging limp in your hand while your eyes roamed the vast space with a wonder she felt only months prior. It brought a smile to her face.

“Insane right?” she prompted gently as she approached, drawing your eyes to her. “I had the same reaction. It’s not every day you get to see so many spider-people in one place.”

“I didn’t know there was this many. I thought I was the only one,” you admitted, astonishment clear in your voice.

Gwen chuckled. She knew the feeling well. “We all did, but there’s more of us than you can imagine.” She stuck out a hand. “I’m Gwen, by the way. I’m your appointed tour guide.”

You took her hand, gave it a firm shake. “I know, Jessica told me. Nice to meet you, Gwen.”

“Likewise. What Earth are you from?”

“Uh,” you trailed off briefly, tapping at your watch. “Earth-69.”

A snort escaped her before she could stop it. You looked up at her, wide-eyed, while she fought to contain herself.

“I’m sorry, I’m—it’s nothing. I’m actually from Earth-65. Never met anyone from the same sector.”

Brows raised, you remarked, “Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” She took a look at your suit and, seeing the abundance of white expertly weaved in with the mixture of red and black, couldn’t help asking, “So, why white? Most of us use some combination of red and blue. Besides me, obviously.”

“I want my enemies to see me coming,” you replied, sending her a slightly off-kilter grin that made her unsure whether you were joking. She smirked.

“Foreboding. I like it.” She turned, signaling you to follow. “Now, come on. As you can see, we have a lot of ground to cover, and Miguel will want to brief you as soon as possible.”

You obeyed, following her as she led you around headquarters, showing you the ins and outs of every winding, overlapping corridor while informing you of the group’s purpose. Well, as much as she could without ruining Miguel’s big presentation.

About a third of the way in, she said, “I should probably start introducing you to the others.” Gwen looked around, spotting a few vaguely recognizable masked faces. She pointed to one with a large white spider on his chest.

“That’s Peter.”

He gave you a polite salute which you returned, giving him a compliment about his suit as well. A familiar plastic Lego figure came ambling down the way. Gwen pointed to him.

“That’s Peter.”

The Lego twisted his hooked handpiece in your direction. You gave him a startled wave in response, looking thoroughly perplexed. Next, a car came cruising along and she pointed at it.

“That’s also Peter.”

The car honked as it sped by. You didn’t even react this time. Up ahead, Gwen spotted Ben, sitting off to the side with his tightly curled up to his chest. She sighed, halfheartedly pointed in his direction.

“That’s—”

“—let me guess, Peter?” you cut in, shooting her an unimpressed look.

She laughed. “No, that’s Ben.”

You let out a quiet oh and gave him a concerned look. Ben roused at the sound of his name, looking at the both of you with an absolutely pitiful expression.

“I would greet you guys, but I’m in the middle of a very traumatic flashback,” he moaned, overblown sorrow tinging his words.

Your eyebrows knitted together, and you started to say something, but Gwen pushed you forward by your shoulders, throwing a bye, Ben! over her shoulder. “Trust me, it isn’t worth it,” she mumbled at the confused look you gave her.

She continued guiding you by your shoulders, ignoring the odd looks from passing spiders, until you stopped short suddenly, making her crash into your back.

You were frozen, mouth agape, and eyes locked on something across the way. “Is that a t-rex?”

Following your gaze, Gwen beamed and nodded. “Yep. That’s Spider-Rex.” You gaped.

“Hey Pter!” she yelled with a wave. A ground-shaking roar echoed through the compound in response, scaring more than a few spiders and making Gwen chuckle. After a few more moments of gawking, you unfroze and continued following her, though your eyes still trailed the dinosaur in the distance.

The rest of the tour went without a hitch, the only small stops being a break to pet Spider-Cat and a short introduction to Margo. Soon enough, she was leading you down the long, dark hall to Miguel’s sanctuary.

Miguel, seemingly sensing your guys’ incoming presence, activated his platform and let it start making its way down. Very, very slowly. He wasn’t even halfway down by the time you guys made it into the heart of his den. Gwen barely resisted facepalming. He did this with every newbie, and it got more embarrassing each time. She leaned over to you, suppressing a grimace at the bewildered look on your face.

“I know, it’s slow. He just really likes his dramatic entrances,” she explained away, watching Miguel’s platform descend from above ever so slowly.

You both stood there for minutes, until finally, the platform stopped, and Miguel turned to peer down on you with a look that would have made Gwen cower a few months ago, but now just made her want to heave a deep sigh.

“Miguel, this is the new recruit from Earth-69,” she announced, voice rising at the end with the remnants of a poorly contained laugh. You didn’t seem to catch it, but Miguel did. He gave her a look that told her to knock it off and she did. Hesitantly.

He stepped off the platform and approached, eyes solely on you. “I see. Welcome. We’re glad to have you, but unfortunately, your briefing will have to wait as something has come up.” He turned his gaze to Gwen then, and her posture straightened as she realized what he was about to say.

“Gwen, I’ve got a mission for you.”

“Yes! Finally,” Gwen replied. But he was giving her that look. Her excitement wavered, realization setting in. “Please, don’t say tha—”

“You’ll be needing a partner for this mission.”

Gwen groaned. She hated partner missions. Even when she got the opportunity to pair up with people she liked, she much preferred to go solo. She just worked better alone—always had and always would. She tried to plead with Miguel, “C’mon, Miguel, you know I’m—"

“This is non-negotiable, Gwen,” he cut her off with that annoyingly authoritative tone that she couldn’t stand. “Pick a partner and get going ASAP. I want this done as quickly as possible.”

He walked off then, likely to find Jessica, leaving Gwen to sulk. And she did for about thirty seconds before pulling herself together. When Miguel wanted something done, it needed to get done. She could sulk more later. For now, she shifted her focus to finding an apt partner.

Her go-to’s were off the table. Pavitr was off on his own solo mission and Hobie was off doing lord knew what. Probably something anarchy related. She would have to find someone else.

Jessica was always busy these days, and she was taking less and less missions as her due date neared anyway, so she was off the table. She wasn’t asking Ben because she valued her remaining sanity. Peter B was an option, but he’d want to bring his baby along and Gwen was not equipped to deal with that. But maybe Web-Slinger would work. Or one of the various Peters. Or…maybe someone new.

Her eyes drifted over to you, still at her side despite the tour being technically over. She sized you up, once, twice, then one more time for good measure. You could work, but she knew nothing about how you operated in the field. The entire time, you watched her with a raised brow, unafraid of her judgment.

She crossed her arms, leveled you with a careful look. “On a scale from 1-10, how would you rate your combat ability?”

“10/10, but I may be a bit biased,” you responded immediately, still maintaining eye contact.

Her chin jerked up, eyes narrowing. “Confident, okay. How about web-slinging ability?”

“9.5/10.”

“9.5?”

“I might’ve hit a bird last time,” you said with a small grimace, “but everything else was flawless. Promise.”

That was good enough for Gwen. She uncrossed her arms and stepped closer, giving you a sly smile.

“Well then, newbie, how would you like to go on your first mission?”

You were pulling on your mask before she could even finish, red fabric veiling your wide smirk. “Let’s do it.”

With a nod, she inputted the coordinates Miguel sent her and watched as a corresponding portal spawned with a brilliant burst of light and color. The sight never got old, no matter how many times she saw it. You stepped up to her side and she sent you a sideways glance, a smile creeping onto her face.

Partner missions sucked, but she had a feeling this one wouldn’t be so bad.

#i need this movie injected into my veins #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #spider gwen #ghost spider #across the spiderverse #spiderman #marvel #this is kinda boring sorry. testing the waters #also idk what tags this should exist under #but who else has had hummingbird on repeat??

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koumine · 2 years

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Geez how many wips do you have lol? 🌹

(I say, sneakily shoving my own pile of wips under a rug)

I have so many WIPs that I have utterly given up on counting them ever again... it is A Problem 😅

from [untitled ICUSLY sequel] chapter 1, Lucifer/Reader. tags: pact use, mild humiliation

"Predictable," he breathes, shuddering a little as the pact forces his hand to keep moving.

"Oh, is that a complaint I hear?" you say mockingly. "Then I guess I'll just pull out."

"No," he growls, tightening his legs around your hips even more. He flushes redder in embarrassment and bucks his hips a little as you laugh at him.

#ICUSLY series my beloved #obey me lucifer x reader #sub lucifer #bottom lucifer #dom reader #top reader #gender neutral reader #race neutral reader #fic: icusly #smut #wip #snippet #my fic #koumine #asks and answers #obey-me-headquarters #wip sentences ask game #ask game

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frenchfrywrites · 9 months

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So I admit I don't know much about slashers, but I am in LOVE with all your new writing and rebloging of these cute guys!! ESPECIALLY your Michael Myers posts, omg, I just love every single thing you've written for him!

Anyways, I may not know much about the characters (but I would love to learn more about then! Just uh, not see their movies...), but I'm really vibing with the posts about them!!

EHEHE YAY!!!! I'm glad you're enjoying them without knowing about their source material hehe. I think I have a couple of followers that are in the same boat. Though I will say, some of the horror movies aren't so scary (take this with a grain of salt maybe. I'm crazy crazy desensitized)

Michael is by far my fave of the slashers I enjoy (which I feel is obvious lmao). He's like, my ultimate comfort character. Any time I see him there's joy in my heart. He's the silliest scrunkliest kitty boy in the world to me. I could talk Abt him forever.

Also! I'm definitely gonna have a new slasher fic coming out soon teehee 😇

#if u guess the slasher correctly ill give you 10000 dollars just kidding i will not #my brain is ROTTED with slashers these days #all i can think abt are silly lil horror movie killers getting their asses pounded and dicks sucked #sighs dreamily #french fry replies #obey-me-headquarters

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shinystar000 · 1 month

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CAPTAIN AND HIS SUBORDINATE

→ Yami Sukehiro x m reader

tw: make out session?

It didn't take Asta long to settle into life at the Black Bulls headquarters. He felt honored to be part of such an incredible group. However, there was a small issue: under the leadership of Captain Yami, there was also a subordinate named [Y/n] who gave off this intimidating aura that shook Asta to his core. Worst than Captain Yami.

After getting used to his new home over the course of several days, the 15-year-old was an early riser, continuing his routine of waking up his captain. Despite having permission to do so, it seems the captain was grumpy each morning. On a certain day, Asta found himself hesitating before knocking on the wooden door, listening to the usual long silence. Summoning his courage, he called out.

"Captain! Sir, it's morning!" Asta persisted, ignoring the hesitation, he knocked repeatedly until the door creaked open. Revealed behind it was the intimidating figure of Yami, who fixed Asta with a nasty glare. The ash-gray-haired boy couldn't help but squeak in fear at the sight of his powerful captain.

"Don't you ever stop with the damn knocking?" Yami's voice boomed with irritation, causing Asta to shrink back slightly, his nerves on edge from the captain's sharp tone.

"I-I'M SORRY, SIR, YOU TOLD ME WAKE YOU-" Asta's words stumbled out in a rush, his voice laced with fear as he bowed profusely in respect. As he lowered his gaze, his eyes caught sight of small bite marks on Yami's neck, causing him to pause in confusion. Were those...? No, it couldn't be. Before he could dwell on his thoughts, he felt Yami's grip tightened around his head, the pain intensifying.

"Hey. Are you listening?" Yami's voice lowered ominously, causing Asta to flinch and yelp. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Fortunately, his captain showed mercy, releasing his grip on Asta's head. "What are you standing around for? Get back to cleaning," Yami commanded sternly. Forgetting about the mysterious marks, Asta saluted him and obeyed.

"Sir, yes, sir!"

With a burst of energy, he dashed down the hallway, likely waking up others in the process. Yami scratched his neck, an annoyed expression crossing his face. "That damn kid."

"He has a lot of spirit, I can see why you picked him," a groggy voice emanated from inside the room, belonging to a specific [h/c] figure who comfortably nestled into warm sheets, his form practically naked, adorned with marks far worse than Yami's, each one filled with love. The sight of his lover sprawled out like that elicited a hum from the man and savored the moment. With a smile, he closed the door, granting them both some privacy.

"You can say that again, he's a pain in the ass but he's strong," Yami agreed with a small smirk, meeting [Y/n]'s raised eyebrow with a knowing look. Yami walked over to lay beside him, craving his embrace without needing to ask for it. "Stronger than you?"

"No, not really..." Yami trailed off, his attention fully captivated by him. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss, reigniting the passion between them that had been interrupted earlier by Asta. Any lingering thoughts vanished as Yami's lips moved against [Y/n]'s soft ones, consuming him with hunger and desire as if it was his last meal. Their bodies entwined, Yami's muscular frame pressing down, his arms encircling his waist as their chests pressed together in a warm embrace, lost in the moment.

Yami's tongue slowly slipped into [Y/n]'s mouth, eliciting a gasp of surprise from the other. His subordinate was enveloped in pure bliss, his mind becoming blank as he surrendered to the sensation of being touched in such a way. As he felt himself sinking back into the mattress, overwhelmed with pleasure, he let out a muffled moan. With a dark chuckle, Yami teasingly drawing blood from [Y/n]'s bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away. It was a cute sight, seeing his boyfriend breathless and flushed from nothing more than "simple" kisses.

The heated atmosphere shifted when Yami felt a hard tug on his black hair, causing him to wince, [Y/n] clicking his tongue disapprovingly and decided to push Yami off of him in order to breath. "Jeez, lucky for you, I'm into that sort of thi-" he was cut off mid-sentence by a pillow smacking his face, prompting a snicker from [Y/n]. "C'mon, we can't lay here in bed all day."

Yami groaned, but then he playfully pulled him back down onto the bed without using much strength. He lacked the energy to get up and desired to stay in bed a while longer. "I'm the Captain, and I order you to stay here, it's barely morning..." he complained. [Y/n] remained stubborn and didn't listen, a trait that perhaps was one of the reasons Yami fell in love with him in the first place.

Putting on a pair of pants, his subordinate shook his head with a knowing smile.

"As your...husband, I order you to go do your job of being captain." His back facing Yami, he couldn't see the way he paused and widened his eyes slightly in realization from being referred to. The [h/c] left the room without a single word. He on the other hand still had so much to process. Feeling his heart quickening in his chest, he snorted while covering his mouth after leaning back in defeat.

Shit, I'm in love, huh?

#x male reader #fluff #oneshot #anime x male reader #black clover #black clover x male reader #black clover x y/n #yami sukehiro #male reader #drabble #fanfic #fanfiction #anime

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whatdudtheysay · 1 year

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Toji fushiguro x F! Reader

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

CW - gun play, overstimulation, Oral (F Receiving), DUBCON/NONSPOKENCONSENT, creampie, squirting n creamin, toji being a bully

Not proofread - Secret agent au

Part 2

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"Strip."

You glared at him through your lashes, holding one arm as you contemplated everything.

You were your agency's best spy. But somehow your opposing team had hired him. Fushiguro Toji. A skilled 'hitman'. If the money was good he'd do the job without question. They had sent him after you when you were doing patrol and you basically fell into his traps and soon enough there was a white cloth over you mouth and you got very sleepy.

Now you were here. In some big looking hotel room with Toji sat on the bed in front of you.

"Excuse me?"

Toji sighed

"You're not dumb y/n. Take off your clothes."

Your brows narrowed.

"You think I'd really obey your commands?"

Toji got up, towering over you with ease.

"I've been pretty kind to you but don't push it. I could make your death look like an accident if I wanted." Toji told you coolly. "They want you at their headquarters alive but I need to search you. Cooperate."

You held your breath, watching as toji sat back on the bed.

He raised his brows slightly. You took a deep breath.

Let's just get this over with...besides. my team'll look for me.

You reluctantly peeled off your jacket, letting it slip to the floor, making toji relax slightly.

You undid your weapons belt, all the different knives and daggers falling to the floor, making a clinking sound. You contemplated trying to attack him but it was evident on his face that he wasn't in the mood. Besides, he was big and you were just over half his height.

You lifted your shirt over your head, revealing your tank top, then pushing yourself out of your black leggings, your underwear coming into toji's view.

He hummed, making your face heat up.

"There." You murmured.

Toji made a tch sound, getting up and walking behind you, his hands scrunching the material of your tank top.

"You must've forgotten this, him?" He asked, his breath tickling your ear.

Before you could stop him, Toji had already torn the material, pulling it off your body with ease. You shuddered once his hands moved to your hips, massaging your flesh.

"Hey- I don't have anything else on me-" you stammered, trying to stop his hands.

"Not entirely sure about that. " Toji replied, hands moving to your bra clasp.

He undid it with ease, slipping it off your body, making you gasp slightly. You covered your breasts, turning to look at him.

"You're such a pervert!" You yelled, trying to move away from him.

During your efforts, you stumbled over your belt, falling against the bed. By the time you had propped yourself in your elbows, toji was already spreading your legs, positioning himself between them.

"What're you doing?" You questioned, trying to push yourself further up the bed, your attempts failing once Toji held your ankles.

"I need to check one more place." Toji responded, a hand pulling your panties down.

You clamped your eyes shut as he did so, trying to imagine you being anywhere else. However, your eyes opened suddenly when you felt Toji pad at your clit, making you whine.

"Stop! What're you doing-" you whimpered, trying to contain your voice when he began rubbing your sensitive bud with more pressure.

"Just checking."

"You've done enough."

Toji looked up at you with a smirk on his face.

"Well, you're awfully wet down here, y/n. You're making a puddle." He taunted, a finger moving down to your entrance, pushing two thick digits inside of you, holding them up after to show you how much you had drenched his fingers.

"No way -" you murmured.

His fingers moved back to your clit, his other hand pushing into you, making you mewl, your pussy clenching around him hungrily.

"Shit." Toji groaned, eyes locked on the way you hungrily sucked him in.

You whimpered more, your eyes closing as you tried to fend off the pleasure you were receiving.. You weren't supposed to feel good about this but you couldn't help it. His fingers could easily hit that sweet spot you had deep inside you.

Toji halted his movements, causing you to look at him again.

You were about to ask why but you stopped when you saw that smirk.

"Let me go " you huffed, feeling embarrassed. "My team will kill you."

Toji stayed silent before laughing, making you narrow your brows at him.

"What's so funny."

Toji looked over you once more, a hungry look in his eyes. He lifted your legs, pushing them to your chest whilst he positioned himself in front of your heat, his tongue licking over you, making you sigh, your toes curling.

"You believing your team will actually come for you is funny." He sighed, looking up at you before lapping at your slit.

You let out breathy moans, hands moving to clench his hair which Toji undeniably took as a compliment.

"They- they are comingg for me-" you moaned, pulling at his hair harder, your orgasm creeping close.

He stopped his movements, meeting your eyes once more.

"You're dumber than you look." He tutted, his fingers thrusting back into you. "Nobody's coming for you."

You bit back your sounds, unable to hold back your orgasm anymore, letting it wash over you, hot globs of tears falling down your cheeks.

Toji moved away from your heat, wiping your essence from his chin.

"What do you mean.." you weakly asked, your body feeling tired from the orgasm he just put you through.

Toji laughed.

"This was basically your suicide mission. You come from an amazing agency. Ya think they wouldn't know I'd be sent." Toji scoffed, pulling a gun from his waistband, followed by a dagger that he threw to the floor, keeping the gun on the bed side table.

"they've wanted to get rid of you for a while. Why else would they send you alone?"

Your eyes began to sting from this new information, trying to hold back tears.

"you're lying."

Toji scoffed, pulling off his shirt to reveal his well built body, huge scars littered across his body.

"Then why haven't your co workers come, hm? As soon as your body cam got turned off they should've tried finding you," he sighed, pulling down his pants and briefs, revealing his hard cock.

Your mouth went dry at the sight. Long and hard was the only thing going through your head, trying to think of anyway to escape it.

Your eyes moved back to his face, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Fuck you. They'll come for me, they will-"

"Shut the fuck up with your blabbering. You look sexy as shit but don't push it." Toji warned, grabbing his gun once more. "Or I'll push a fucking bullet through your pretty little head. Ok?"

You shut up, nodding slightly when he pushed it against your head. However, it was all a distraction that toji used, using the time he had to quickly thrust himself into you, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Toji mentally cursed himself. Your pussy was gonna get him in trouble. Lots of trouble. The first slide was otherworldly. Your cunt hugged him tightly, almost trying to suck the blood out of his dick. He almost came inside you right then and there.

"Now say you'll be a good girl for me." Toji commanded, slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt making it seem like he was letting you get used to his size which was a cover-up of him trying to fend off a mind blowing orgasm that was creeping up.

"I'll.... I'll be a good girl..." You replied, your breath shallow at the feeling of his heavy cock dragging against your fluttering walls.

You had had sex multiple times but it felt like it was your first time all over again with the way toji's dick forcefully stretched you out

"Good...shit, this pussy's so fucking tight. Might have to stretch it out all night so I can fit in here, huh?"

You nodded, your mind going blank at the thought of it, incoherent sentences spilling from your lips as he dug deeper, the head of his cock bulging in your stomach.

Toji's hand snaked around your neck, burying the gun deeper into the side of your head.

"You seem a bit eager for someone who was just betrayed by an agency she swore secrecy to. Were you a slut this whole time?"

You bit your lip needily, legs wrapping around his waist instead, unable to form words whilst your back arched.

Toji chuckled breathlessly,

"so you are just a slutty nympho. 's fine. I'll give you what you want."

You hurriedly nodded, nails digging into his sides as he brought you to your second orgasm.

"Ahh, fuck-toji, gonna cum" you whimpered, nails moving to drag over his chest.

"Hold it." Toji grunted, his pace becoming more rough whilst his grip on your hips tightened.

"Can't-"

"Well, you're gonna fucking hold it or I'll just have to kill you right here n' now." He threatened, tapping the gun against the side of your head.

There was no way you were gonna hold it. Toji was fucking you so good. Too good. It wasn't long before your body betrayed you and went tense finally letting go, your walls milking him tightly while you cried in pleasure, nails raking over his built stomach, breaking flesh.

Toji suddenly stopped moving. Looking over your face with a displeased expression.

"Couldn't fucking hold it, could ya?"

More tears stained your cheeks, looking away from him. Toji grabbed your chin roughly, pulling out of you after, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.

Toji moved the gun from the side of your head to your trembling lips, tapping it against you, smirking at the sight of your terrified expression before sighing, lowering the gun further until he met your leaking entrance, lubricating the gun with your slick before pushing it into you, making you moan on surprise, trying to move away from him desperately.

"I'll pity you, pretty girl. There's one bullet in here.." toji hummed, his finger teasing the trigger. "But because you disobeyed me."

Your eyes clamped shut when he suddenly pressed down, only a small sound coming from his hand gun, a hint of disappointment on toji's face.

"You're a lucky slut." Toji commented, thrusting the gun in and out of you, his dick twitching at the sounds of your whimpers and your now uncontrollable sobs. "But since you wanted to cum so bad then I wanna see you do it around my gun."

Your pleads for him to stop went unheard. It was different from when he was inside you. The gun was rigid and the roughness scraped against your walls. But you found yourself bucking against it, wanting it to angle deep and hit that spot toji had found so easily.

"Such a fucking whore." Toji mumbled, picking up the pace of his thrusts whilst his other hand moved to fist against his cock, groaning in pleasure at the sight of you.

"Toji Please-" you begged, feeling your stomach tighten harder. "I can't hold it-"

Toji just hummed as if he was listening, pushing his gun deeper inside you, earning himself more moans and whimpers from you.

"Since you're being more honest," Toji sighed, picking up the pace, your eyes clamping shut once more. "You can cum."

The tension in your stomach practically exploded as you came around him hard your pussy gushing with arousal as toji chuckled lowly, rubbing your clit harder, watching as more spurts of squirt came out of you.

"Fucking slut...guess it's expected that you'd like getting fucked with something like this," Toji cursed, pulling his gun out of you before raising it to your lips, forcing it past your slightly opened lips. "Clean it."

You didn't disobey him this time, instead licking the outside of the gun quickly, trying your best to clean it. Toji took it out of your mouth finally, letting it rest against the side of your head as he bottomed out, making you scream in pleasure at the return of that oh so sweet stretch.

"Shit. Feels like you've gotten tighter down here-" he gasped, pushing the gun closer against you, making you mewl, hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Toji didn't waste any more time, pounding his cock deep inside of you, earning loud moans from your swollen lips.

"Please, toji! Slow down, Please-" you whined, more tears falling down your puffy cheeks. You were still so sensitive, scared that you'd cum again with just a few more thrusts.

"Quit your fuckin' whining." Toji grunted, enjoying the way you tightened around him. "You act like a slut, you get fucked like one. Now quit squirmin'"

You moaned harder when toji suddenly grabbed your leg, throwing it over his shoulder whilst he aimed at a different spot, more hot globs of tears falling from your eyes.

"Toji- cant- fuck I'm gonna cum" you cried, your back arching up towards him as you tried desperately to move away from the rushed feeling.

"Fucking. Hold. Still." Toji groaned, voicing each word with a deep thrust.

That did it for you, you came around him again, squirting against his abdomen whilst your hole continued to milk him needily, your eyes almost rolling back at the euphoric pleasure.

"Toji, toji, Toji-!" You cried, feeling his thumb move to rub against your clit once more. "Can't take anymore,"

"Shut the fuck up-" Toji cursed, panting heavily at the feeling of you clamping around him. "Gonna cum inside this slutty cunt."

You shook your head and toji decided to remind you of the presence of his weapon, digging it against your temple, shutting you up once more, only choked moans and more cries of pleasure leaving you.

"Shit, shit, shit-" toji hissed, his hips slamming into you with more need. "Gonna cum- gonna fill you up,"

After a few more fuelled thrusts, toji lightly stuttered in his movements, his head lightly tipping back as he emptied himself into you. That action alone had you cumming uncontrollably again, soaking both you and toji this time. Toji let you both ride out your highs, lightly rocking his hips into you before pulling out, his dick coated in a mixture of his and your cum.

Your eyes fluttered shut, resting against the sheets that were now sticking to your sweat covered body, shivering lightly once you felt Toji pushing his cum back into your leaking hole.

Toji let his eyes wander over you, a part of him not wanting to take you to the rivalling headquarters but he knew he'd see more of you anyways.

You on the other hand didn't know how much time had passed. You opened your eyes, still inside the hotel room but this time in an oversized black shirt, the sheets changed and you didn't feel sweaty.

Before you could question anything, toji walked back in from what looked like the bathroom, fully clothed this time, something black in his hand.

You froze when he walked to your side, a small smirk on his face as he leaned over you, your heart beat picking up the pace.

"Sorry, sweetheart....as much as I had fun last night...business is business."

He then pushed the black cloth against your nose. You struggled against him but it was inevitable. Your body was still so sore from the harsh treatment toji had put on you and eventually you used all your energy, your eyes becoming heavy lidded, forcing you to close them.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll make sure they're easy on you over there..."

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A/n - thanks so so much for all the love I've been getting recently! Really do appreciate it and I'm happy that you all actually enjoy my work! Thanks for over 200 followers ❤︎

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