Hello guys, I’ll be posting here my fanfic, as many of you saw I posted q lot of fanarts of Dracula, but he’s only one of the love interest in this fanfic.
This fanfic it’s a crossover between a lot of fandoms but mainly Baldur’Gate 3, One Piece and castlevania.
This fanfic will follow the cannon story of one piece, so, I hope y’all like it.
The love interests
Garp
Kizaru
Aokiji
Boa hancock
Sanji
Shanks
Dracule Mihawk
Brook - Soul king 🛐
Kaidou
Rayleigh
Shakky
Sir crocodile
Izou
Bartolomeu
Nico Robin
Nami
Buggy
Katakuri
Zoro
Kento Nanami (Yes, he’s in the story.)
Astarion (The diva revived my Preminger obsession.)
Vlad Drácula Tepes
Platonic love interest
Alucard
Law (Y'all thirsting over the Emo boy, but I only see him as my protected child)
Luffy (Luffy's true love it's meat, he's aroace, I won't change the plot.)
Tony tony Chopper
Jimbei
Mereoleona (trust me)
Lúcifer Morningstar (AGAIN TRUST ME)
This will be a x reader fanfic that will portrait a lot of sensitive and explicit scenes involving violence, sex, language and gore(I’ve never written anything of the sort involving that so I’ll try my best)
Its also posted on Ao3, but I’ll also post here because I like to add comic relief in form of memes.
Prompt: 'You May Now Kiss The Fae' -- Epilogue to the 'Proposal' Series over on my Main Masterlist. Ft. Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge
Requisitioner: Hana!
Warnings: None!
Words: 3726! (Purchase: Custom Fiction.)
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Your wedding to Malleus becomes a national holiday in Briar Valley before the invitations are even finished being sent out. Citizens decorate entire villages in black silk ribbons, glowing lantern lilies, and silver dragon insignias for the week-long celebration. Every noble family in the valley treats the event as though history itself is being written.
The royal council attempts to completely overtake the planning process almost immediately. They present ancient traditions, mandatory ceremonies, guest lists spanning hundreds of years worth of allies — but Malleus refuses to leave the wedding solely in their hands.
Because this is not merely a diplomatic event to him.
It is your wedding.
And if there is one thing Malleus Draconia has desired selfishly in his long life, it is you. He cares very little for the details. Only that it is the wedding of your dreams and closes with your soul bound to his.
He attends all planning meetings personally despite his schedule. He didn’t even do that for his coronation, so imagine how the consultants quake as they present their ideas to you with the king right there (A bit in his own head, only paying attention when you are stuck on a choice). He sits beside you during fabric selections, choosing the floral arrangements, signing invitations and virtually every task that he’d not think twice over if you weren’t there.
Insists on tasting desserts and all menu items. Remember the culinary crucible, dear? Oh, how it takes him back. Except now the head patiessiere nearly pees their trousers when he comments on the cake being a bit dry. Honestly. Do these people think he is a monster?
Across the entire process, he listens carefully to all your comments. The last thing he wants is a choice being swayed because someone devalued your opinion. Nevermind He can be a monster.
“You’ve glanced at the tulips thrice since the floral samples were brought out, and yet you were quick to agree on roses. Speak up, dearest. Otherwise I shall do it for you.”
Since you have no parents for him to formally ask, Malleus quietly seeks out Grim for your hand instead.
Which … becomes one of the single most confusing moments of Grim’s life. It’s not every day that the big honcho fae bends his head to a direbeast.
“Grim,” Malleus says, calm and with careful approach, “I would like your permission to marry your companion.”
Grim squints at him, puffing up. “And what do I get outta it?”
Malleus blinks once. “My gratitude.”
“Ain’t enough. What else ya got?”
The dragon prince smiles, thin and dangerous in the most charming way. “Do not become greedy, little beast.”
Grim immediately straightens, his tail tucked down as his voice wobbles. “...Y-you got it, Your Highness.”
His initial fear does not dampen Grim’s ego. He tries to milk the situation for everything it’s worth and Malleus allows it. While amusing, the matter is taken seriously. Grim is like your child, in a way. He sure demands your attention like one.
“I WANT TUNA. PREMIUM TUNA. NONE OF THAT CHEAP CANNED STUFF.” Grim slaps a list of demands on the tabletop, written in barely legible catscratch.
“You bargain boldly for someone so small.”
“YEAH, WELL YOU WANNA MARRY MY HENCHMAN OR NOT?”
Needless to say that the entire royal guard is horrified to see this beast with fangs bigger than its mouth riding the coat tails of their king. Yet Grim gets everything he wants and pushes the boundary…until he puts in an absurd dowry request and the tap runs dry.
“No, you may not have partial ownership over the royal treasury.”
“Eh, worth a shot. Can ya blame a guy?”
The wedding aesthetic is gothic fae, set in Briar Palace with the reception in the main ballroom.
Endless cathedral arches woven with glowing thorned roses, black candles floating in midair, silver tableware engraved with ancient draconic blessings.
Massive stained glass windows depicting Briar Valley’s royal lineage. Soon your story will earn a place there.
Music played by a live orchestra for guests to dance — haunting violin melodies mixed with deep choral hymns that vibrate through the palace halls. Only the best in the country.
Your attire is custom-made by royal tailors over several months. Every inch is hand embroidered with protective enchantments woven subtly into the fabric by court mages. For this ceremony, you are given his mother’s crown. As this is the day you become queen.
Malleus’s ceremonial robes are breathtakingly regal, made of of black silks with dragon scaled embroidered motifs. A high collar that reaches his throat, silver accents, and atop his head an obsidian crown set with emeralds that frame his horns.
The train of his cloak is so long that attendants have to carry it behind him.
Yet somehow, none of all that adorns him compares to the expression on his face when he sees you.
The ceremony takes place within the palace’s grand cathedral garden at twilight.Briar Valley’s sky glows violet-blue overhead while thousands of floating lanterns illuminate the marble pathways.You are kept separate from Malleus until the ceremony begins due to ancient tradition.
It nearly kills him. Malleus is NOT a patient man once the clock begins to tick with him at the altar.
Lilia thinks it is hysterical. Of course he does. Being the one to give you away, he’s already seen you many times. He does not understand Malleus’ pain.
“You’ve waited decades to fall in love, years for her hand, and now you cannot survive a mere six hours?”
“I am considering abolishing this custom permanently. For now, I need to temper myself. Not another word.”
When the cathedral doors finally open, every conversation dies instantly.
Malleus turns.
He had expected beauty. He had expected to be moved. He had not expected to feel his mind go quiet. You look so radiant that it becomes almost unbearable to be patient. His expression is composed, because it always is — but the possessive warmth in his eyes gives him away instantly.
He is thinking, very simply, that you look like you were always meant to stand beside him.
Ethereal.
Untouchable.
His.
The possessiveness that floods his chest is immediate and almost frightening in intensity. He needs the priest to speak faster. He needs everyone to be quiet so he can hear your steps coming closer. Time has never felt so agonizingly slow.
In his vows, Malleus does not speak lightly when he promises himself to you. Every word feels deliberate, chosen with care, like he is laying down a sacred vow even though he’s making up his speech on the spot.
He promises not just devotion, but presence. Protection. A future that is no longer measured in solitude.
“I have lived long enough to know that many things can be admired from a distance,” he says, eyes never leaving yours.
“You are not one of them. You are the center of my world, the home I return to, the future I choose.”
His gloved thumb brushes your knuckles. “I swear to stand beside you in joy and in ruin, in quiet and in raging storms, for as long as this heart of mine still beats.”
A beat barely passes before his tone lowers, just between you both. “And if it should ever fail, I will still find my way to you, my one and only love.”
When he kisses you, it contains all he’s been stowing away since the day began.
For one impossible second, it is as if the entire kingdom vanishes and there is only you, warm in his arms, and the knowledge that this is real. That you are his husband or wife or spouse in the eyes of the world now, but more than that — you are his in every way that matters.
Then the party begins.
There is no such thing as subtlety here. The palace opens up into a night of music, dancing, feasting, and enchanted lanterns drifting into the air like captured stars. Guests from Briar Valley mingle with the students and friends you brought from Night Raven, and for once Malleus looks utterly content to simply watch you move through the room, smiling at people, laughing, glowing under the attention.
Speaking of dancing - It's a tad intimidating for Malleus to dance with his grandmother during the mother/son portion, but all the more worth it to see you spun around by Lilia. Not only did the elder bat step in as the one to give you away before, but as your guardian.
When it’s time to cut the cake – which, to note, is a towering sight meant to feed hundreds – you do not smash the cake into his face, but you do smear a little icing on his cheek, and the entire room collectively freezes for one horrifying second because ‘human dare’? Surely there are some noblemen that don’t know Malleus well who expect divorce right there. How foolish of them, really.
Malleus only laughs, low and delighted, and calmly eats the icing off his cheek. He doesn’t return the favor, but a few flustering words are exchanged between the couple that guests aren’t privy to.
There is no garter tradition. Absolutely not. Not if he has any say in it. The concept of another man reaching for your leg on your wedding day is not something Malleus is willing to entertain, no matter how ceremonial anyone claims it is. The answer is a very polite, very final no.
At the height of the party, he listens to toasts offered by those closest to you both and lets the evening simmer before offering the closing note in his own words.
When he stands, glass raised and a presence that quiets the crowds, he finds it in himself to indulge in all who’ve gathered beyond your little happy bubble.
“Tonight,” Malleus says, lifting his glass, “I am reminded that even the longest roads may lead somewhere wondrous.”
His gaze turns to you, and everything else fades.
“I thank you all for bearing witness to this day, and I thank fate for bringing me to one who makes eternity feel short.”
A faint smile touches his mouth. “To my beloved — may your every dawn be bright, and may you never doubt that you are cherished beyond measure. To us.”
The following day, you’re together on the route to the Scalding Sands.
It is not just a getaway; it is a return. Memories of walking the streets of Silk City and tinkering with which souvenirs to bring home. How liberating it was. He enjoys the trip there almost as much as the stay itself, because it carries the memory of you both as students — younger, less certain of each other, but already orbiting one another in ways neither of you could fully explain at the time. He wants to recreate that feeling, but now with no distance between you at all.
He arranges a secluded stay where your status can go unrecognized where you can enjoy the novelty, the food, the stars, and the quiet without interruption. There are evening walks, private dinners, and long moments where he simply sits with you, listening to you talk about anything and everything while the desert wind carries you both above the weight of life.
Afterward, you settle in Briar Valley. Now King and Queen. Yet more importantly, now a family. The living quarters no longer feel like a place he inhabits through birthright. Because the truth of it, in his mind? Is that the palace was never home until you arrived.
Your wedding isn’t a spectacle. If anything, it’s an elopement…but a pre-planned elopement? Certainly not a whim. After all, he’d proposed in the past. It’s just that the matter of setting a date never came…until now. No better time than the present, no?
Lilia could make it into a grand spectacle if he wanted to. He has the connections, the charm, and more than enough history to justify anything from a moonlit courtly affair to a hundred-dragon parade. But when it comes to marrying you, he does not see the point in making it bigger than the love itself.
To him, the important part is not the crowd. It is the fact that it is you. So the wedding becomes something small, sweet, and quiet — a decision made with a smile and no unnecessary fuss. Just a gut feeling and enough coin in his back pocket to make something special.
It happens barely a year after you graduate from Night Raven, while Lilia is still getting his teaching license and you’re out finding what role you want in life. No hurry about it, either.
You, Lilia, Grim, and Silver are on what is supposed to be a ‘family’ vacation (sans. two very miffed gentlemen stuck doing their work back home) to the Land of the Red Dragon; and somewhere between sightseeing, trying novelties, and Lilia deciding the moment feels right, the “trip” becomes an impromptu wedding. No warning. No giant announcement. Just a very casual, whimsical decision that leaves everyone else scrambling to catch up (yourself included).
“Ah…all the views in this city would make lovely wedding venue options, don’t you agree? Aha! I’m glad to hear it! Let’s be off then!” Before you can blink twice, he’s snatched you by the wrist and begun prattling on to a shopkeep about purchasing a bouquet of wildflowers.
He is delighted by the prospect. You’re only half-surprised because, honestly,he’s always pulling last-second surprises like this.
The ceremony is put together in less than a day. Somewhere scenic, private, and beautiful in that understated way Lilia loves — maybe beside a quiet shrine, maybe in a garden with trees hanging heavy with blossoms, maybe on a playhouse terrace where the wind moves through fairy lights and the moonlight catches your wedding bands. No priest. No one in attendance, really, other than yourselves. Silver and Grim are off souvenir shopping and will be back just in time for dinner.
It feels simple, but not empty. It's intimate, like the world alone has been given the privilege of watching something precious happen. One of the softer moments in an old general’s life.
Cool lilac and plum florals, woven ribbons, warm wood cradling your wings, a crumpled linen cloth under your feet., fresh greenery tucked behind your ear and in his breastpocket, and a small spread set with local dishes. Ordered from the restaurant you’d eaten at the night prior, even though Lilia tried his darndest to gain access to your lodgings kitchen.
Your clothes are rented from a local tailor as well. Nothing extravagant or fancy. In truth, Lilia would have been satisfied getting married in the cleanest article in his suitcase. Yet the thought of seeing you in a rented Qipao was too tempting. Silver lets you borrow his blue handkerchief to fill three of the superstition requirements (old, blue, and borrowed). You buy a cheap cosmetic cubic zirconia tiara for something new. Lilia takes great pleasure in setting the gaudy thing on your head, encouraging you to play princess for the night.
When you step out from the changing booth, his lips pull on reflex. It’s been six-hundred-some years since his fangs felt too big for his mouth.
Not because he is surprised — he already knew you would look ravishing — but because seeing you there, ready to become his, hits him in that little, devastating place in his chest where he keeps all his most precious memories tucked away safely.
Lilia is playful by nature, but this moment strips that away just enough to show how deeply he feels it. You are radiant. You are real. And you are standing there about to choose him over and over again.
For a moment, he thinks of how fortunate he truly is. He has seven hundred years of memories. He is about to create more. There are many men he led to their deaths, who did not get to experience a fraction of what life had to offer beyond their blades and camaraderie.
Now, give him a twirl? Great. Now a kiss, maybe three.
“Ohhoho,” he chuckles while hovering circles around you, right before flipping upside down and stealing a nip at your nose. “There you are, dove! I was wondering when you would arrive and ruin my composure.”
Magenta eyes glint cheekily when you ask, “You had composure to begin with?”
He takes your chin between thumb and index, shamelessly admiring you from head to toe.
“A little,” his finger pinch with a millimeter left between them,” Yet you have stolen it from me, you minx.”
That night, standing arm in arm, he slides your wedding ring into place and holds your hand in both his own. Here, in this faraway land, there are no bounds. Only two people, choosing to go through time together.
“I have wandered a great many roads,” he says, eyes glimmering on you, “and I have learned that the prettiest ones are not always the easiest. They are often an illusion.”
A soft smile touches his mouth as he slips the ring over your finger. “But you? You make every path worth following.Should this be a trance, it is one I never intend to wake from.”
He folds his palm over yours and offers you his bare finger in turn. “I vow to laugh with you, to guard your heart when you are tired, more so when you are full with life, and to keep choosing you come every sunrise and to lay with you each sunset. ”
When he kisses you, it is but a brush. The complete opposite of his usual passion and cheeky excitement. There is a sweetness to it that feels almost unfair, because it is also full of decades’ worth of feeling he has never once rushed. In that moment, he is thinking about how lucky he is, yes — but more than that, how amused he is that something so simple could make his whole life feel rounded..
Now…back at home, there are two very displeased fae. The king of Briar Valley has done well to temper his emotions since being crowned, and yet thunder rained from the heavens the night your family vacation ended. Not only did he miss an adventure to the Land of The Red Dragon, but the wedding between his father-figure and best friend?
Mm. Yes. Malleus is happy for you two loves, but step aside. Give him an evening to simmer because he’s been planning what gift to give you both since the engagement and now it is ruined.
Sebek is no better. Congratulations are in order, but they’re spoken through grit teeth and blazing jealousy that both Silver and Grim got to partake in the merriment first
Needless to say, a reception is held back at your home in Briar forest. The small cottage you share with Lilia becomes quite the crowded hub.
It is intimate and warm and full of familiar faces both new and old. The cottage becomes the heart of it all, with blue torchlight in the trees, mismatched lawn chairs brought out for guests, little plates of finger food shared between friends, and decorations that look like they were gathered from the forest itself. Which…they were. Acorn strands, floral adornment from your garden, etc. Nothing you both did not already own.
Lilia…bless his heart, tries to make the wedding cake himself. You stop him before he can. Firmly. Lovingly. Because yes, you trust his intentions, but you are not entirely sure you trust a Lilia Vanrouge wedding cake to be…edible. It’s bad enough that you’ve had to replace the oven twice since moving in together.
“Lilia…darling, why don’t we order from Clover Bakery? Trey already sent an RSVP and I do love their honeycomb cake. This is a special day, why not let someone else do the labor?”
Lilia, knuckle deep in what you think is squid-ink icing, looks at you before grabbing a random bottle off the spice rack and dumping a third of the contents.
“Nonsense! A handmade cake is precisely what our wedding needs. It shows how grateful we are for our guests sharing in the merriment!”
“Ah…haha,” you can only nod and begin to think of ways his cake can be hidden from the guests, “you make a fair point. Uhm. How about we do both? The more the better, right?”
"Good thinking!"
Your first dance together is suave and a bit all over the place. He tries to cast a little levitation spell but his magic isn't quite what it used to be. What does warm his heart is Silver stepping in during the parent/child portion, as Lilia doesn't have a parent to join in for...reasons. Malleus wanted this honor with you, but it's Grim who takes the mantle. Although our beloved kitty does regret it during the trade off, when Lilia's spinning him in circles by his front paws and one slack grip from sending Grim right into the banquet table.
While the party is relatively relaxed and more akin to a reunion if anything else…he does take the time to offer a toast. Coincidentally after the cake was cut and people seemed to flock to the outskirts where they might feed the local wildlife. He stands with a glass in hand, looking far too pleased with himself for a man who just pulled off a surprise wedding.
“Well,” Lilia says, lifting his glass with a grin, “this is rather wonderful, isn’t it? It would be far better if I could recognize your lovely faces, but alas. These eyes aren’t so sharp after a glass or six of wine.”
A few people laugh. He lets them.
“Thank you all for coming to celebrate the two of us, and for not fainting from shock when we decided to make this official in the middle of a family trip.”
He turns toward you, and his smile softens into something far more tender.
“To my dearest…thank you for choosing this path with me, even though you deserve every grand thing the world could offer. I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”
His eyes gleam. “Now, drink up! We are married...ah, but not too much. I fear the wildlife might have a bit too much fun should you all pass out drunk in the shrubbery, kehehe~ ”
The following week? You’re both screaming in a wooden barrel down a waterfall in the Sunset Savannah. Just because the wedding occurred on vacation, does not mean you shouldn’t enjoy a proper honeymoon.
Thrill rides, enormous slides, lazy rivers, wave pools, splash zones, and enough noise and color to make it feel like the most chaotic, exciting honeymoon imaginable. It is exactly the sort of place that lets Lilia be ridiculous in the best possible way. This time just the two of you. Hopefully Grim hasn’t burned the cottage down, but you both can worry about it later.
After all, that’s your home now. That has always been home. He may teach, travel, and wander in his own way, but that cottage is where the two of you come back to each other. It is full of small comforts, lived-in warmth, and the sense that your life together is not some far-off future — it is already here. It is where he raised Silver, where his magic dwells in the floorboards and where he expects to greet the remainder of his days with everything he could ever need by his side.
I really loved your Narnia courting headcanons!, can we get the same but for Kalego and opera?
You sure can! We’ll start with Kalego and then do Opera in a separate post because space~ totally not because I find them harder to write hahaha😅
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Kalego Courting Human!reader
Much like his older brother, it’ll take a minute for Kalego to even admit he likes you, much less try to court you.
But for a completely different reason.
Whereas Narnia wouldn’t want to because you’re human, Kalego wouldn’t want to because he seems to have some less than desirable thoughts towards “love”.
Likely due to the way he was raised I will strangle whoever came up with the Naberius rules, I swear He seems to be the type to believe love is a distraction rather than something to seek out or even want.
Probably doesn't help that you're related to a boss he hates and a student who constantly causes trouble. Not to mention who your security devil is.
Also, he probably doesn’t know you’re human still, at least in the beginning.
Because let’s be honest, at this point it’s not so much that no one trusts him with the secret so much as you just literally forgot to tell him and have assumed he knew, since both Shichirou and Opera do, and he's always involved in things that happen.
(This leads to a very funny confrontation one day when you kinda just throw out some knowledge about the human world in comparison to the Netherworld.
“You act like you’ve been there.”
“Well of course I have, it’s a bit hard to be born a human down here. Although I wouldn’t be too surprised if there's a small colony or two hidden somewhere. As a race, we're rather adaptable, it's why Iruma and I can attune to different situations so well.”
“…born as a what now?” 😐)
He may have a tiny fit about this at first.
Humans are considered weak and fragile, after all.
But he gets over it.
Once he finally admits to himself he does in fact fancy you, he still won't make a move right away.
Kalego is a surprisingly cautious demon, and he doesn't want to risk the humiliation of rejection, or make either of you uncomfortable.
He will however choose to be around you more, subtly testing the waters with your reactions to different things.
He isn't very good at it, though.
You ask to borrow a pen since yours has run out of ink? He'll hand one over with only a bit of snark, his fingers purposefully brushing against your palm and linger for a moment or two longer than necessary.
You complain, only to him, about running out of your favourite brand of something? The next day, you have an "anonymous" gift of that very thing.
He is only slightly less petty to you. Whereas other 'newbie' teachers will end up with piles of work as tall as them, yours is maybe half that.
Just as I said in Narnia's, I think demons start courtships with gifts!
I think he'll probably give you something along the lines of practicality, but specialized practicality.
Perhaps a leather-bound notebook with a pretty one of a kind design on it. If you're the artist type, he might get you the highest quality brushes with your name ingrained on them.
I still stand by that Kalego is the silent acts of service, gift giving and quiet quality time type.
He's a confirmed rich boy, and so has no issue giving you gifts he thinks are worthy of your station.
Definitely not into PDA. The most you're getting out of him in a public space is an offered elbow and a hand on your back to guide you in crowded areas. If you're lucky, you might get a hand to hold.
I don't know why, but hand holding with him just seems super OOC to me. But him placing a possessive hand on your back seems far more in character.
He's an old school lover by personality and training.
He is better at initiating at home, but not by much.
Will hug you randomly when he needs comfort, though. Buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent until he has nothing but an empty brain and you.
While he's bad at initiating touch, he's perfectly fine with you doing it. Just gotta warn him before you do bigger things.
Want to rest your head on his shoulder while you both grade? AOK, as long as you're in private.
Want to sit in his lap while you both read, sharing a glass of wine, music playing in the background? He's more than OK with that.
He also enjoys having you pet his head. Enjoys the pressure of your fingers against the spots where headaches had been forming, and then are chased away by your skilled ministrations.
Also, I feel like he would enjoy ear messages?
I personally think that much like Narnia's been confirmed to have a seriously good sense of smell, Kalego has seriously good hearing.
He says "Silence!" so much, even when the people around him don't seem that loud, because they actually are that loud to him.
Better than normal senses are both a blessing and a curse. For him, though, it's mostly a curse.
He works in a high school filled with loud teenagers and just as loud co-workers. His ears are probably practically bleeding before the first period has even started.
Which is why he enjoys the ear messages. Helps the pain go away.
When it comes to you, though? He's never been happier to have it.
He loves music, but he's found no better rhythm than your heart beat and has never heard a better vocalist, even when you're sick with a scratchy voice.
You are quite literally his favourite song.
Hope you're brushed up in musical terms, by the way. He will use them a lot.
Despite his love of music, he probably doesn't get much chance to talk about it. So you're going to bear the brunt of everything he wants to say from the "The lyrics are atrocious, but the melody is quite lovely. Though they could stand to add a piano bit here and perhaps a few more strings." to "Have you heard so-and-so's latest album? It's really very good compared to other things coming out lately. It almost seems like this band knows what they're doing. Almost."
Although let's be real, hearing him jabber on about his interests is not going to be a chore.
Speaking of interests, I hope you're OK with cacti because they are everywhere.
He likes to collect them and takes great joy in caring for them.
Will occasionally compare you to one, but he means it in a good way.
Not in a 'you're really prickly' way, but in a 'Much like their beauty, yours is incomparable and unmatched before anyone else's' kind of way.
He'll also do things for you without prompting.
Running low on items needed for a beloved hobby? You'll suddenly find them replaced the next day.
Need to eat, but you don't have the energy to cook? He'll either cook for you or have a spontaneous restaurant date.
He'll always have a fresh steaming cup of tea for you in the morning. Or your whatever your favourite drink is if you don't like tea.
On a side note, I feel bad for you coffee lovers because I'm pretty certain it doesn't exist in the Netherworld, and it doesn't seem like there is a counterpart to it.
Have fun going cold turkey! -Love from a tea enthusiast
He will play music for you!
And if you also play an instrument? Even it's just singing or a light clapping of the hands, he would love to duet with you. Having a partner to play music with is literally something I can see him looking for in a partner.
If you don't play an instrument, but like to dance? He would more than love to see you dancing to his music.
It makes him feel things he didn't know he could feel.
If you can't music or dance, don't worry! He's more than happy to just play for you as you listen.
If you're interested, though, he'll be more than happy to teach you.
Little at home dates teaching you to play the piano or the violin, or any instrument you want to learn, is one of his favourite ways to spend time with you.
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He's quite distressed though when he realizes that by courting you, he's exposing himself more to the Sullivan family. He had to call out for a few days from the headache it gave him and wanted to cry at the fact he'd have to be related to the two demons he hated most, plus his favourite problem child.
Unlike Narnia though, he's incredibly helpful with raising Iruma since he practically already saw him as his own pup anyway. (Lets be honest, all of the misfits are his kids, even if he won't admit it.)
He brings the stricter side of parenting to your softer one to help balance it out. Iruma is quite happy with this arrangement, since now he has another parent to bring pride too and encourage him.
Sullivan cries a lot at Kalego blocking him from a good portion of his overboard ideas when it comes to you and Iruma. It's one of the few times you can see Kalego and Opera working together without complaint.
He's also a real guard dog when it comes to you.
He is fully willing and able to fight off anyone and everyone who decides they want to have a go at you. Even if it's his own family members. Whether it be members who have gone rogue coughNarniacough or members who think that courting is beneath Naberius's, especially unranked demons, he'll fight them all.
Listen, I have a headcannon that the Naberius clan uses highly ranked surrogate carriers and just don't do courting/marriages because romance would be a distraction.
Kalego fully believed in this until he met you. Now he's fighting the other family members (i.e his father, because his uncle couldn't care less) into submission because he refuses to give you up.
Speaking of Naberius headcannons I'm pretty sure they all have dog tails, and while Kalego usually hides his, he'll let it out and about for you. When you're alone, of course.
He refuses to admit it out loud, but he enjoys your fingers running through his tail fur, move your fingers just right, and you might even get to see it wag a little.
Will occasionally sit down next to you and just plop his tail in your lap for the pets while pretending to have not noticed and be doing something else.
Also, he's addicted to you even if he's very good at not showing it.
He's not pleased to go an extended amount of time without seeing you.
Will be extra grump and waspish during that separation period, and then will actually be slightly touchy when you're back.
Especially after the HeartBreaker exam, he will be keeping an incredibly close eye on you, and will be making lots of excuses on why you should be spending time together. From schedule/training planning for the misfits, to paperwork discussions when on school property, to a lot of at home dates when you're not at school.
In other words you have your own personal guard dog.
💬 1 🔁 4 ❤️ 8 · I need help figuring what to focus on next so I’m going to let the people decide :p. I’ll probably do all of them but I’ll
Here are some random snippets to help decide :p these are wip +screenshot of Pinterest boards for general vibes
Preview 1 (Mihawk x reader x Shanks)
“I think I would like to pursue her.” Mihawk said softly, watching as you artfully seemed to dodge any potential suitors that wanted to engage in conversation or dance. You glanced back towards the two swordsmen and gave an exasperated smile and wave. Mihawk tipped his head towards you and Shanks waved with a lopsided grin.
“Like as a bounty?”
“No romantically, you fool.” Mihawk said sharply as he gave a side eye to his red-haired companion. Shanks’ grin dropped, and he gave an empty laugh.
“What? You never pursue anyone.”
“When I see what I want I chase it. I want her.”
“Well you can’t have her.”
“Why not.”
“Well, first of all are you sure she even likes you–”
“That is not an issue, her eyes dilated and her pulse raced when I greeted.”
“Ha! That’s what people do when they’re scared Mihawk.” Shanks muttered. But he couldn’t deny it, he couldn’t deny the light in your eyes when he saw you speaking with Mihawk. He swore that look was only reserved for him, how cruel. “Besides,” he continued, “I saw her first. I liked her first, hell you wouldn’t even know her if it weren’t for me.”
“Don’t be chauvinistic Red Hair, she can decide who she wants if anyone at all.”
“Right, but if she did want one of us it would be me.”
“Of course. If she preferred the smell of cheap sake and sweaty sea men I’m sure she would prefer you.”
“And if she preferred complete psychological isolation and no social life she would prefer you.” Shanks said with an oh-so friendly smile. He couldn’t help it, he went for the opening.
Mihawk pursed his lips before his lips tugged into a smirk, “May the best man win then.” He was no stranger to challenges with Shanks, and he had competed for fun before for sexual escapades. But this was different, because in his heart of hearts he felt like for once he wouldn’t have to be so alone.
He held out his hand to Shanks and the other man laughed and shook it with a shake of his head, “Yeah. May the best man win.” Shanks wouldn’t lose, he wouldn’t let you down like he once did before. He was serious about you, and he truly believed that he could make you happy.
And so the war for your heart began.
Preview 2 (Sleeping Beauty Croc x reader):
“Are you hungover Miss Y/N? How unprofessional.” he snapped as he flung open your curtains. You didn’t even budge.
“Come on, can’t handle your liquor all of a sudden? Thought I taught you better not to punch above your weight.” he grumbled as he poured a glass of water for you and slammed it on your nightstand, “Drink.” Still nothing. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. You weren’t messing with him were you? You knew better. But he also knew that you knew better than to come to work late.
He sat down next to your sleeping form, the bed lurched under him and you rolled from your side slightly. He took two fingers and pressed against your pulse. Still alive. He pressed his hand against your forehead. No fever. He turned your head gently towards him. You looked so relaxed and peaceful, he glanced at your lips. No discoloration or tinges, which at least ruled out poisonings.
Crocodile grumbled, “Such a stubborn woman. Making me waste time in your bed. Wake up.” He pried open your eyelids with his fingers, shook you a bit harder, snapped his fingers in front of your face, and even dumped water on your face. He felt an unusual sense of guilt from his harshness towards you, but he couldn’t acknowledge it.
He sighed and bowed his head in defeat, “Fine. I’ll give you a bigger bonus and vacation.” It was then that he realized that maybe the situation required more professional care.
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Curses aren’t real. It was made up, a hoax, fairytales that carry no weight on daily lives. Yes, in a world of devil fruits and monsters curses were the least of your worries. Still, when your fated 33rd came around you were afraid to spend it alone.
There are worst things than eternal sleep, there was death. You had been so careful, you didn’t even leave the island. You never made it past your door. “Deilvery from Sir Crocodile.” said the servant cheerfully. A smile spread across your face as you opened the door and took the gift with a thanks. You loved getting gifts from your boss, it always seemed like he knew what you wanted without him having to say it. But you supposed after all these years he had gotten used to your tastes and quirks.
You sat on your bed and tugged at the ribbon. Jewelry, sweets, and even a plush. All to your liking. But something else caught your eye. How did that get in there? A singular red rose. You didn’t take it as romantic, more strange. You never said you liked roses, in fact you always told him their smell was irritating. Maybe he didn’t know you that well after all. You picked it by the stem and dangled it. Your hand twirled it, entranced by the color. Maybe roses weren’t so bad afterall.
You winced as your pointer caught onto a thorn and you dropped the rose. You pulled your finger into your mouth and sucked, suddenly feeling wheezy from the little bit of blood. You swore you were better than this. Maybe this was your body’s reaction to not eating yet. Yes, you just needed to lie down for bit, rest your head and then you’ll enjoy the rest of your day.
Preview Part 3 (Reverse Harem University AU):
(Bonus if u can tell who is who based on the outfits in this pic)
You readjusted your bra as you looked in the mirror, contemplating whether you should put on boob contour or not. It was your first party on campus, you had to look hot but not try too hard. Black tank top, shorts, and white sneakers. Should be simple enough. Alvida peered over your shoulder and plucked some stray hair from her brow, “Want some body oil?”
“Yes please.” you said with a smile as you rubbed some over your chest and arms. Smoother than a baby’s butt. “Do I look hot?”
Alvida scoffed, “Do you feel hot?” She almost wanted to add that you weren’t going to be hotter than her but there was no point. She decided to be nice.
“Yes?”
“Then yes.” she said coolly as she applied red lipstick, she motioned towards you if you wanted any and you shook your head. You turned towards the door as you heard knocking. You weren’t expecting anyone, the only person you knew so far was your roommate and Shanks. You doubted Shanks knew where you lived, that would be a welcome surprise.
“Can you get that? It should be Buggy.” Alvida practically ordered. You had a feeling that she was a more dominant person than she led on. It didn’t matter, you just had to be on her good side.
You opened the door and were met face to face with a boy with long blue hair and red nose. His outfit was colorful to say the least. But somehow he pulled it off.
“You’re not Alvida.”
“No, I’m her roommate, Y/N. Nice to meet you.” you held out your hand and he pushed past you. Once glance over at your basic outfit and Buggy wasn’t interested.
“Alvida, flashy as ever,” he glanced into the mirror, “Lipstick?” Alvida handed it to him with a smile on her lips. She didn’t care that they were matching, afterall she knew she was still going to be the most beautiful in the room.
You sighed and sat down on your bed, “So are we fine with going to Shanks’ party? It’s a bit off campus” You tried to hide your excitement. He was the hottest man you had ever seen. Sure he had a terrible sense of fashion but he was fit, funny, sweet, and a sophomore.
Buggy shot you glare, “Hell. No. Stay away from that little rat. How did you even get invited anyway? I didn’t even get an invite!” He felt his shoulder tense and ears redden as he thought about that stupid redhead. How did he even get into this school anyway? Of course he got in, everyone seemed to like him for whatever reason.
You shrugged, “He uh, kind of hit me in the face with a football.” What did Shanks do to make this guy mad? You didn’t know if that was a green flag or red flag.
“Probably on purpose. Ugh what a jerk. Don’t worry Y/N, stick with me and we’ll run this school! We’re going to the theatre club’s first party.” Buggy declared as he slung an arm around you. You smiled, even though you were uncertain that you even wanted to go to a theatre party.
Preview Part 4 (Haunting Mihawk x reader):
“Don’t you think it’s weird that Mihawk won’t let us into the other side of the castle.” Perona mused as she watched Zoro press the weights against his chest. She thought he tried too hard, but that was besides the point.
“No. It’s his castle.” Zoro grunted as he stared up at the ceiling. What happened in his mentor’s lodging was not his business. He didn’t care for the man, he got what he needed from him for the time being.
“Yeah but I get this sort of energy. Like something or someone’s trapped there.” Perona said softly as she looked to the side. She had to make sure Mihawk wasn’t listening in.
“Like a ghost or a person?” Zoro said cautiously as he continued his repetitions. He did feel a sort of unease when he looked in the direction of the west wing. And sometimes when he awoke he swore he heard something. At first he thought it was the humandrills but maybe…
“I don’t know. I mean if it’s a ghost I can help him get rid of it.” Perona said softly. The man did have a sort of hollowed look, as if he was half of the person he used to be. Maybe he was haunted by a malevolent spirit. Poor thing.
“And if it’s a living person, being held captive?” Zoro muttered. He didn’t believe Mihawk was all that human. The only pleasure he seemed to take was from drawing blood from opponents and drinking wine. He never broke, never showed any other emotion. There had to be something darker, something where he poured his being into. Maybe he was just as evil as the other warlords Zoro had encountered.
Perona paused and contemplated it. In truth she cared more if the spirit was dead than alive. She didn’t care much for Cindry or who she was before. This case caused for a paranormal investigation, one that she was up to the task for. She wandered off, leaving Zoro to his weights as she planned her adventure into the banned wing.
Preview Part 5 (Dofuwani x reader):
“I’m having a baby.” you announced with a smile. Mikita and Zala turned to each other in shock before turning back to you.
“Congratulations!” said Mikita cheerly.
“My condolences, there are places to take care of it. Should you desire.” Zala said coolly before taking a sip of her tea.
“Well I’m not pregnant yet, but I will be. I’m planning to be.” you said confidently. This caused another exchange of glances between the two women. You dug into the chocolate cake as they tried to figure out what exactly you were planning.
“And your…partners, knows about this?” Zala said cautiously. She didn’t understand your relationship, she came to conclusion that dealing with one man was enough she didn’t understand how you dealt with two. Especially with two who were so powerful in nature.
You shrugged, “They’re a nonvariable. I mean my relationship with them is just a heat of the moment phase. Croc is too old, too…not child friendly. And Doffy smothers too much. Besides their relationship is so old and volatile, I would hate to ruin that.” You took a sip of your tea, trying to mask your disappointment. You knew this had to end somehow, but it did bring you some comfort that it was on your terms for your own reasons. You always feared that they would get bored of you, or they would view you as too much of a burden. No, this was right. This way you could get what you want without complete heartbreak.
Mikita tilted her head, “So…You’re going to break up with them?”
“Yeah well no. It has to be their idea, but that’ll be easy. I mean it’s the right thing to do. Should be a clean easy break, right?” you muttered. You felt an uneasy feeling coming from the back of your neck, as if someone was watching you. You reached for your compact mirror and ‘fixed’ your makeup subtly. You didn’t need more confirmation other than the glimpse of the pale green hair.
“What is it?” Mikita whispered softly as she glanced behind you. She made eye contact with harsh yellow eyes that were giving you the death glare. Zala followed her glance and glared back at the woman, “May we help you?”
Monet didn’t say a word, instead she stormed off without even finishing her coffee. Or leaving a tip.
You rubbed your face and sighed, “How much do you think she heard?”
“Probably not much.” Mikita reassured with a hand on your shoulder as Zala stood up to clean the table.
“Ugh, she’s part of Doffy’s family. Little harpy, she’s never liked me.” you grumbled. His family was part of the reason why you didn’t want to have a child with him. Between the enabling Trebol, the annoying Dellinger, and the ever so ass-kisser that was Monet you were at your wits end with them. Not to mention there was a reason why Baby 5 and Law went completely no contact with him. You were fine with those red flags before, but you had to think ahead if you wanted to get what you wanted.
“Yeah she definitely heard everything. She couldn’t have gone far. I can kill her if you want.” Zala offered and you shook your head.
“It’s fine. My mind’s made up. This just means I have to change my approach.” You were going to go for a clean break, subtly annoying both of the men to the point that they would come up with the idea of a break up. Now that they knew your possible motive…well you would just have to improvise.
ʚ cw : yandere themes ៸៸ possessive and obsessive behaviour ៸៸ dark themes in general viewer discretion advised
ʚ note : oh wow I didn't expect this! but anything for my enemy to lover and vice versa <3
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ʚ affection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?
Suirou is a very passionate lover, even more so if he were to ever slip into a yandere mindset. He would absolutely become intense when showing you his affection, which would mostly be in the form of physical contact. If you refuse him of his affection, he guilt trips you
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ʚ jealousy do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?
He does get jealous, however, he wouldn't show it outright, be it in public or in private. He may go straight to punishing you — and when asked why, he would make you discern the reason for this sudden change in demeanor. Another way to is to guilt trip you and make you feel as if you're in the wrong
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ʚ patience how patient are they with their darling?
Suirou is quite patient actually, more so than most yanderes. He tends to simply let you continue on with your disobedience, mentally adding it to a little list in his head throughout the weeks to come, using them as reasons to punish you when you least expect it
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ʚ xoanon how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?
He had tried to win you over with his kind and polite nature, offering you help as he did many of the tengus at the mountain. In a way, he got you to rely on him and to seek him in times of trouble
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MIKAGE
ʚ affection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?
He shows his affection through words or affirmation and gentle touches. He doesn't tend to get too intense with this however his affectionate words can sometimes have an underlying meaning depending on the situation that you find yourself in
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ʚ jealousy do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Mikage doesn't typically get jealous, mostly because he has conditioned you in such a way that he knows you wouldn't dare try to leave him. In the rare case that he does become jealous, he wouldn't show it. And rather make you feel bad about it after by bringing it up later that day
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ʚ patience how patient are they with their darling?
He can be quite patient, however, that doesn't mean that he'll allow you to take advantage of his 'good nature'. If anything, he simply waits for the right moment to strike; catching you off-guard and making you regret every disobeying him in the first place — all whilst keeping that sickeningly tender smile upon his lips
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ʚ xoanon how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?
On good days, Mikage shows you just as much awe and adoration as you do him. When he has tried to win you over he did so with his charm — obviously he knew just how much of a good reputation he had and used it fully his advantage, getting you to fall for him by letting his kind mask do all the work
❤️🔥Mereoleona's obsession burns hotter than any flame ever could. She doesn't fall in love with you as much as she crashes headfirst into her feelings without ever stopping nor pausing. Only cowards hesitate after all. For her it all is very instinctual as she doesn't care who you are or what your past is. Once she decides that you are hers not even hell itself could stop her from pursuing you. At the very least you can be assured though that no one will ever have the courage to hurt you any longer for this lioness if ferociously protective and absolutely brutal towards any rivals or enemies. Her mere presence is terrifying enough that even captains of other squads try to pretend that they are invisible to avoid a fight with this lady. Some people like Yami may seek you out though to ask you if you could perhaps try to calm Mereoleona's feared temper at least a bit so that everyone else around her can breathe just a little bit easier. Truth be told though, even you aren't sure if you can do this. Mereoleone is a woman who burns hot with passion and fireceness and whilst you might be the only one who is allowed to witness her vulnerable moments, even you may be under the threat to burn yourself on her.
❤️🔥Her affection is the furthest thing from gentle. No, it is all-consuming like a wildfire. Spending so much time in the wilderness must have truly made her pick up some animalistic traits as you realise soon that she is very territorial. You are part of her world and the moment someone tries to steal that, this woman is quite literally fire and flame. She may not necessarily be the type to follow you around all of the time but Mereoleona doesn't need to do that either. Her presence lingers and the knowledge that you are hers is often fright enough to the point where some people just seriously avoid you on the streets. You are safe in her hands but never out of her reach in that sense and this is something Mereoleona counts on. Whenever the two of you are together though, she likes to make it very obvious that you are hers. She is incredibly physical and has almost too much energy for you to be able to handle at times. Honestly, she does manhandle you at times without even the intention to hurt you but her passion is something she can barely contain. So the times you end up being carried around by her are numerous. Whilst you may feel like dying from embarrassment though, Mereoleona parades you around like you are treasure.
❤️🔥No one wants beef with her. No, I mean it. Some people try to avoid you for this very reason and flee the moment they spot you even if Mereoleona isn't with you at that time. Even Squad Captains are more careful when you are around. The Black Bulls are arguably the ones who you spend the most time with besides her two idiot brothers. Even Yami though gets the shivers whenever he senses that she is about to make an appearance. He doesn't even see her. Instead he gets those cold shivers as if an animal is about to pounce on him and in a way he isn't even wrong. Mereoleona isn't jealous though. It's like I have said before, she is just territorial. She is confident in the fact that you are hers and she is confident that she can keep you as hers. What she doesn't appreciate though is when others try to cross boundaries that she has established. Almost all people know though not to make any advances on you due to the common knowledge that Mereoleona is your partner. The few who do though are usually new and do not know who Mereoleona is. All of them make a run for it though the moment Mereoleona makes her appearance to the woman's disappointment. Cowards.
❤️🔥What are you even meant to do when she wants a fight? Mereoleona lives for good battles to the point where she jumps into any conflict to hopefully quench some of her thirst for battles. You're familiar with that demon grin of hers that she gives every time there is the chance of a fight for her. Even enemies are terrified of that grin. Her reputation is the one thing that basically makes you untouchable most of the time. No wonder if one takes a look at the way she fights her opponents. Oftentimes she tends to go overboard even with people leaps and bounds beneath her strength in the name of giving them a lecture. Her mana is more than often enough to make people shut up, especially since she quite literally sets herself ablaze. You may think she is being cruel when she brutally advances against someone who stands no chance against her but Mereoleona would strongly disagree with you. She always goes fully out against everyone if they want a fight though obviously she doesn't kill those who technically are on the side of the Clover Kingdom. That being said, she doesn't like arrogant fools who believe their family status makes them better and she gives out brutal lessons to anyone who she thinks deserves it.
❤️🔥You have stopped bothering locking your door after she kicked it open the first time to the point where the door was flung cleanly off of its hinges. If this lady woman decides that she wants to see you, she will see you. There is nothing and no one that could stop her. So technically that means that she has broken into your house multiple times only to drag you out because she wants to spend time with you. Whenever she feels like it she drags you to bars, hot springs or into the forest with her. At one point you just resign yourself to your fate as you realise that there is nothing you can do and no one who would even dare to save you from her. The main problem that you find yourself with is that Mereoleona doesn't live in the capital. She spends most of her time outside the city in places as wild and untamed as her to bask in natural mana and live her life unrestricted by any stupid rules the city may try to enforce on her. And you bet that you will be dragged along despite your protests. Both of you could be training together. You can bet that she will tire you out to the point where your bones feel like they are about to evaporate yet still she would continue to push you past your limits. You can't escape her either way.
❤️🔥Training is gruesome and brutal as Mereoleona more than once pushes you past your point of comfort as she expects you to match her energy. No matter how much you try to convince her that you are simply of no royal blood and that you can never reach her level of mana, she will punch it right away. Excuses won't save you as she doesn't care about your humble bloodline. Yes, her mere name may be enough to keep you safe but obviously Mereoleona won't allow you to get comfortable due to that. She expects you to get stronger too and she will be brutally honest with you to the point where it is hurtful. There is no such thing as manipulation when it comes to her. She commands instead and you listen. Her devotion comes with dominance and you experience that every single day. She treats you like a treasure and a challenge wrapped into one person and guards the rare soft side she only allows you to see like a sacred flame. She doesn't even care what her family thinks about you. She has always done her own thing and she will continue to do so. At least her siblings are more welcoming towards you. Especially Leopold is very welcoming once she drags you along to meet her younger brothers.
Smut warning: oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), vaginal sex, afab reader, porn with a plot (I haven’t finished the plot), down bad kalego, dubious consent, spanking, predator x prey,
Coming from a guard dog lineage: the Naberius family. A vigilante family, specialized in catching demons who acts out of line.
A demon with a rank 8
A teacher from a renowned school. Babylis
An exemplary demon known to be a strict, rigid, intimidating and dedicated teacher. Always seeking to maintain order and discipline as a good guard dog.
Kalego every morning has to take a deep breath every morning not to kill some plague that he considers his students. And some teachers.
Since the damn principal brought his grandson to study at school, his life has turned upside down.
First that presentation disaster, invoking a taboo spell, a useless spell not to stumble. Then getting into a fight with the honor student. To this day, he is shocked that Asmodeus lost to the grandson of the director.
But the last straw was that he was turned into a family member by a student. Binding him on a one-year contract. The shock was so great that he fainted, which made him lose the division of classes, and remaining as principal responsible for the most problematic class of the school.
A bunch of problematic brats. It’s amazing he still has hair so many times that he wants to pull it off, but why when he can simplify double the homework of those miscreants.
As problematic as these brats are, they have shown enough potential, at the expense of the peace of mind of Kalego. He would prefer to teach a class that is less chaotic, or that has a sense of self-preservation.
Honestly he can’t wait to take holidays from school, the crazy headmaster and his abnormal class.
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Dr. [Yn] L/n. Aka the university’s Lara Croft.
A woman who had a relatively normal childhood, loving middle-class parents. The father was an engineer and the mother was a nurse, they traveled a lot and this fed the curiosity of little y/n about the world, everything was so great, new to her.
She is the author of the controversial thesis on "Advanced Lithic Engineering and Artificial Geopolymers". The theory? The Andean civilizations did not cut stones of 100 tons; they chemically melted them in place.
Outside the academy, they call her "Lara Croft in a lab coat". Not by look, but by certifications that most geologists don’t even know exist: Wilderness First Responder (First Aid in Remote Areas), Level 1 rope access (IRATA/SPRAT) and a jungle survival training with the Brazilian Army CIGS that would make a marine cry.
The day had been, for lack of a better word, a complete disaster. His coat was stained with mud,
Valac Clara creatina those weird things during the pratical magic class and Asmodeus Alice almost burning the room for a trivial discussion, Naberius Kalego’s patience had evaporated even before lunch. Now, at the end of the shift, all that remained was a pulsating migraine behind the eyes and the deep desire for absolute silence.
He walked through the empty corridor of the west block, massaging his temples. His shoulders were heavy. —Bunch of incompetent noisy... - he grumbled to the nothingness, the hoarse voice of so much shouting orders.
It was then that the air changed. That aroma. It began subtle, like a thread of sweet smoke snaking through the cold stone corridor, but quickly became thick, almost palpable. It was a sweet, warm and disturbingly "alive" smell. Unlike any demonic perfume or plant from the underworld.
Kalego stopped abruptly, his nostrils widening against his will.
'No. Not now.' His heart gave a painful jolt. He knew that smell. It belonged to "Dr. Y/n,". Normally he could tolerate - keeping a safe distance of two meters and holding his breath. But today... today the smell seemed more dense, more inviting.
He looked frantically sideways, his purple eyes sweeping the shadows like a cornered animal. He didn’t want to see her. He couldn’t see her. Not with his mental barrier so worn out by tiredness. If he saw her now, with that annoying gentleness and that exposed neck...
- I need to get out of here - he hissed. Changing the route, he practically marched towards the Teachers' Room. The plan was simple: come in, get your notes, go out the back and fly home before you crossed her. He walked into the room and slammed the door, leaning against it for a second. The silence of the empty room should be a relief. He let go of the air, walking to his table in a hurry. His hands, usually firm, trembled slightly as he gathered the scrolls.
He threw the bag over his shoulder. He was safe. He was going to make it.
The sound of the turning handle sounded like a shot in the silence of the room.
The door opened and an airstream came in. But it wasn’t just air. It was a concentrated storm of that smell. Today it was... different. Stronger. Maybe it was her cycle, maybe she had run, he didn’t know, but the aroma hit him with the strength of a physical hammer, making his vision instantly blurred.
Excuse me? Ah, Professor Kalego! Lucky I was looking for someone. You were standing at the door, holding a clipboard against your chest, smiling sweetly. You looked like lilith. You had no idea that by entering that locked room, you had just saturated the environment with the only thing capable of breaking Naberius' self-control.
Kalego felt the ground under his feet look liquid. The world turned. The exhaustion of the day mixed with the intoxication of the smell, creating a violent vertigo. He tried to step back, away from you, but The body betrayed his mind.
'Can’t hold anymore.' Kalego gasped, his heart beating fast, his senses being continually invaded by his smell
"Professor kalego?" Yours voice startled him making him lift his eyes
'Damn!' The drool ran down the devil’s lips, trying to wipe with the back of his hands.
"Are you okay? You’re holding the your chest." Kalego felt his knees fail when your smell attacked him without mercy, forcing him to kneel and hold his chest.
Seeing the oldest in that state you moved to hold him thinking he was passing out or having a heart attack.
Kalego finds himself kneeling at that exact moment, hugging the sexiest thighs he has ever held, and his face pressed against this woman’s groin. All of his senses screaming to devour her completely.
'Your naughty dog!' He cursed his bloodline,
"Professor kalego?" The fine voice carried him to the dreams that tormented the poor at night
Looking up, you saw a face of pure desire and fear, as if it was forbidden to touch you, but still did. Eyes wide, head against your groin, lips trembling close to the arms.
"Y/n." He filled his mouth to say your name.
"S-yes? Do you need anything?" he closed his eyes, rubbing his face against your stomach.
"I... am hot. My body is inflamed." You touched his forehead , it was sweating, and and seemed to burn in fever
"Oh heavens! You’re burning. Need to go to the infirmary! Are you feeling anything else?!" You put your hands under the armpits of the teacher to lift him, but he had locked his arms around your hips
That heavy breath of the same returned. “I’m hungry.” He said turning his gaze to you
Maybe he’s having a episode of hipoglicemia? “Would you like me to bring you some food?”
“Why bother…” he grabbed your pulse “when it’s right in front of me what I need.”
Oh shit! Did he found out?!!
You looked scared at him, he looked feral, the wings and syrup showed up, they were long and imposing, the tail swayed like an jaguar about to attack. He pulled his cloth, the black cassock thrown on a chair, and the shirt unbuttoned.
You took a step back, realizing the risk of being in a room with an Alex Predator. He was not acting normal, like a caged beast that finally escaped his chains. 'Is he angry? Is this hunger? Or it’s the evil cycle everyone kept talking about? Why the fuck is he looking at me like that?' Your mind screamed in terror.
You didn’t even notice when your legs hit the couch, you took so many steps that you crossed the room. "Why are you running away from me?"
Kalego crawled up to you on the floor, looking as if if you were a banquet
"P-Professor!" You tried calling him
"No! call me kalego." He ordered crawling on the ground, climbing your leg, and sitting on your lap. His wings covering your field of vision
"K-kalego, why are you on my lap?"
"Can’t I?" He looked with sad eyes but with frilly eyebrows, he is... pouting? Oh heavens, he’s almost moaning, as if I had yelled at my dog!
"Are you wrong?"
"Can’t I stay here?" He drew his face, inhaling your addictive scent, resting his head on your shoulder, getting dangerously close to your neck.
What the hell do I say? No? Yes? I don’t mind? Feel comfortable ?!
"P-Professor Kalego!"
"No. Only kalego ." He growled
"O-ok! K -kalego,
"Why? -Only Shichiro can sit on your lap? He’s bigger and heavier than me."
"P-why? That has nothing to do with you being heavy." Your throat was squeezed by his hand
"So why? What reason does the shichiro have the right to stay here?"
"E-he’s a naturally affectionate D-demon" You tried to pull your hand feeling the air locking in your throat
"I can also be affectionate."
'SINCE WHEN?!' Your mind screamed as you made the effort to take his hand out. In all your time in the underworld you have never seen this demon be affectionate with anyone, on the contrary he hates cute things and incompetence.
'Pr- Kalego! I mean I’m used to Balam touching me. He’s a good friend.''
"Friend?" Wrong answer, the air stopped completely in your glote and the eyes of the demon shone with jealousy
"I-kalego! My neck!" You were banging on the bare chest of the same
"I heard Iruma talking about friends." SO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU CHOKING ME DEMON? You held yourself back to not scream or pull his black hair like the night
"And so?"
"Friends are people who eat together, spend time and are considered precious to each other."
“Yes.”
"In this logic I am not your friend too?"
Why he spoke with this intonation? Where does he want to go?
"And I’d say we’re-we’re colleagues."
"Buddies?" He spoke with disgust
"S-yes, a level before friends. After all we barely exchange words when we go out together."
"Is it a requirement to talk to be friends?"
"S-yes, after all how we would be close without understanding each other."
"I understand you, I can read it like a manual."
'I have my doubts about that but all right.' You swallowed dry"b-good I can’t read you like a book, you’re a demon ... with many layers."
He growled again "layers? I’m hard to read?"
"You don’t let everything that you think show through.You’re pretty private too." You replied, panic taking over. You started kicking, writhing violently and trying to use your legs to push him or slide off the couch.
"You are blind, I’m an open book.”
"I really don’t know what you’re thinking!!" You yelled "Since we met you have not shown a minimum of interest, you avoided me as much as possible! I am not able to interpret confusing signals!"
"Confusing signs?" he laughed. That sadistic and angry laugh of him "I’ll show you what I’m thinking of you shameless succubus."
"Ahhh!" You shouted grabbing the man’s arms
Kalego had bitten your trapezius with force, leaving his canines, a fillet of blood running down your collar. When the same moved away to lick, you punched him hard in the face "you wretched dog. Why are you biting me?!" You held your trapeze in pain, the teeth marks looked like those papers we bite for x ray
Kalego held the cheek where he took the punch. The pain irritated him, but the taste of blood left him numb. He looked at you with red face, an expression that mixed drunkenness, lust and confusion of a dog that fell from the change.
"What was that face? That hurts you know?" You held your shoulder, preventing more blood from coming out
"I want you."
"What?"
He advanced again mounted on you, holding your face with both hands, looking into your eyes in a threatening intensity, your pupils were dilated, the black taking care of your eyes"I desire you. I have never felt anything like it, you are a fire that burns inside without smoke, you are my disease and my cure."
'Oh, so poetic' you almost let yourself be carried away not expecting to hear these words FROM THIS demon
"K-kalego what you ."
"Forgive me. - He licked his lips, his voice failed, returning to a pleading tone - I didn’t do it for evil. - he stroked your cheek lightly - I can’t control myself near you. - he confessed.
You felt the tail of the same coiling on your leg.
"I - he sighed - please - He let out a low roar, a pathetic and needy sound.
"Please what?" He looked at you with those dog eyes again, making your heart melt
F-f-cute! He’s very cute! I didn’t know that he could make those expressions!
"Please let me, just this once," he rubbed his face against your "I long to have you." Your eyes widened with the confession and before you could give an answer he took her lips.
It was not a gentle meeting. It was chaotic and desperate the way your lips slid, nothing to do with the usual posture of the same. All order, calm and control that he was so proud of, far from here.
He kissed as if you were going to disappear, his tongue explored your mouth with zeal, His tongue did not ask for permission; sweeping the roof of your mouth, brushing your teeth, you seek his tongue for a duel where there were no winners, only a drowning fate.
It was dirty. It was wet. The saliva accumulated quickly, gushing shamelessly through the corner of your lips, running down your chin, but he did not stop. He wanted to taste every millimetre of you, swallow every breath.
Okay. Perhaps you are not as strong as you thought, sedating briefly the kiss, hugging Kalego’s neck, deepening the kiss, trying to calm the energies.
Kalego gave a smile half the kiss, pulling back for air, giving small bites on your lips, you fought back the bites.
Wet!
His lips, cheek, neck and hands were drooling, devoured with bite marks, and you had a demon burning for more devouring your lips, giving light bites on the lower lip while looking at you with the naughtiest expression possible and xxx.
You pulled the demon’s short hair, trying to breathe again without drowning.
Wrong move.
The pull made kalego pant and growl, releasing a trembling moan and leaving it even harder, the boner was consuming the same. He needs to solve this urgently!
Never in all the existence of the devil would he imagine himself rolling his hips on your lap in search of friction, even minimal to relieve this pressure.
'HOLY SHIT!! It’s hard. Very hard' you sweated cold feeling the size of the demon that lost control
"You drive me crazy." He bit your cheek again "your smell is the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever smelled. It makes me want to devour it." He continued with his personal mission of filling you with bites. So far so good, but you choked when he pulled your blouse, his purple lavender bra shows it to the same. The same looked at her breasts as if to dissect them.
'GOD HELP!'
He lowered your bra, exposing her breasts to the cold air of the room, your areolas stiffened, and kalego saw it, getting more desire. By reflex you tried to cover her boobs with shame, kalego grabbed her wrists lifting them. Kalego experimentally licked one of the beaks, making it growl.
'This tickles!' You tried to fight again, your body was on fire, now if it was shame or anger? No one knew
Kalego looked at you as if you were a child running around the market. His insistence made the same unbalanced for a moment, and you tried to roll out of the sofa, but with him still straddling your legs, it only made you fall more on the couch.
'Shit!'
Kalego was happy with his new position, he settled on the couch now in the side, and nibbled her tit, sucking with taste.
You threw your head back, arching your back.
'Fuck! That’s good!' You took a deep breath holding the groans 'but too dangerous. I have to get out of here.'
While you had your internal crisis, kalego was releasing fires internally, the hands of the same sliding through its curves, squeezing each little piece, but he did not like that you were covered. Actually why are they still dressed?
"And wait kalego!" He tore your blouse in two and quickly lowered your black social pants, remaining only with your high heels and mismatched bra and white panties. Kalego was impatient. His hands, equipped with sharp black claws, trembled slightly, with the overwhelming need to touch pure skin. He turned you, wanting to have full access, his hands rising up your waist to undress the rest.
And that’s when he snapped. The frantic movement stopped abruptly. The sound of his heavy breathing was cut off by a confused silence.
His big hands, which were about to pull you closer, hovered over your bare back. He expected the familiar texture. He hoped to feel the bony protrusions of the shoulder blades where the demonic wings are gathered. He hoped to be careful not to trap his own claws in the sensitive membranes of your wings.
But there was nothing.
- ... Where? - The word escaped from his lips, hoarse and disconnected.
He stopped. The violet eyes, dilated and febrile, swept his back with a clinical intensity that fought against lust.
The skin on your back was smooth, soft, uninterrupted. He traced the line of your spine with the tip of the his claw, descending slowly, hoping to find the scars of an amputation, or the withered roots of a weak demon.
Nothing. Not a mark. As if you never had wings to begin with.
Then his hand went down to the base of your spine, where the coccyx should extend into an expressive tail. He expected something to curl in his hand, or hide between your legs. But nothing was met except for the curve of you fat ass.
Kalego frowned, a deep wrinkle of confusion emerging between his eyebrows. He turned you over again, holding your shoulders firmly, and looked at the top of your head. He pulled his sweaty hair away from your forehead.
No horns. No stumps. No tips. - You... - He whispered, passing his thumb through his smooth forehead, down the cheek. He seemed to be seeing a ghost or a mythological creature. - You have nothing.
"V-Are you humans?"
"Yes, sir!”
A deafening silence settled in the room
A human? All this time I’ve been having those dreams... was it that woman’s fault?
Suddenly your world turned, you gave a scream when you found yourself leaning on the thighs of the demon "k-kalego?"
"quiet!" He ordered, all warmth was gone now
- Bad girl. - His voice came out low, a reproachful growl mixed with pleasure.
His hand went down.
PLAFT.
He beat mercilessly, not with strength to break bones, but with the exact pressure to burn for days.
— Crossing the portal to the Underworld without authorization... - He dictated the sentence between blows, as if reading a school infraction, but his breath was heavy, hot against his back. - Breaking treaties of centuries with this reckless curiosity.
— F-It was by accident! - You held the tears, nails sticking in the fabric of his pants in despair. The burning was intense, spreading through the skin. - I didn’t want to! I swear, I didn’t know!
Kalego’s hand stopped in the air, hovering over the reddish skin. He leaned forward, his chest vibrating against his back, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
-Oh? - He let out a short and dry laugh through the nose. - So you’re a "good girl"?
The tone was pure sarcasm. He was mocking your innocence, playing with your vulnerable situation.
— Yes! - You sobbed, trying to turn his face so he could see the truth in his eyes, so that he would have mercy. - I did not intend to invade the Underworld! So much that I hurt myself because I fell!
The confession made Kalego hang for a second. The image of you, frail and human, falling from the sky straight into his territory... straight into his clutches. - Fell... - He repeated the word- Poor thing. Fell right into the wolf’s lair.If you fell and got hurt, then I should take care of you... - He whispered, his voice shifting from rebuke to a dangerous lust.Kalego breathed deeply, the air entering noisily through his dilated nostrils. The ecstatic vibration turned into a pedagogical coldness, but his eyes still burned.
- If you are a "good girl"... - He held his hip tightly, preventing any escape- Then you know how to count.
He raised his hand, flat and heavy. - I want to hear your voice. Count to thirty. And if you skip a number, or stutter too much... - he rubbed his lips on the back of your neck - ...we go back to one. Understood?
-s-yes... - you whined.
Begin. - He commanded, the trembling voice of a rage that could barely contain.
PLAFT.
- One! - You shouted, the voice trembling, the tears already running hot down your face.
— That’s for the hell you made of my mind. - He growled, his hand burning your skin, not just with the impact, but with the fever emanating from him. - Do you have any idea how many nights I spent awake? sweating? Thinking I was sick, infected by some plague, when in fact it was only your human smell permeating my senses?
PLAFT.
-D-two! - You hiccupped.
— Three. - He continued, beating rhythmically. - You made me doubt my own control. I am Naberius Kalego! I do not lose control! And you reduced me to an animal in heat, sniffing corners of the room looking for you.
PLAFT.
-Q-four... Aw!
— I was sure you were a high-level Succubus in disguise. - He confessed, his voice dripping with frustration and shame. - Because there was no logical explanation for a Rank 8 demon like me not being able to get you out of my head! I thought you were invading my dreams on purpose, planting dirty desires in my mind to manipulate me!
The count advanced, and with each number, he revealed more of the torment that lived.
- ... Eight... N-nine...
-— I couldn’t get near you! - He hit harder, his palm popping against your skin. - Did you think I avoided you because I hated you? That too, I despise you, but mainly because your smell made me dizzy, unable to formulate a coherent thought! All of my thoughts were pure filth!
PLAFT.
-Q-fourteen... Q-fifteen... - You sobbed, the pain mixed with the confusion of this aggressive confession.
— And then I saw you with the others... - His tone became darker, dangerous, his fingers squeezing his hips with excessive force. - Sixteen. Principal Sullivan. That eccentric old man brought you here,walking around, parading you ... I thought you had seduced him too. That you were using this... "fragile charm" to control the school through the shadows.
-n-no! Eighteen... I never...
— And Shichirou! - He shouted the name, jealousy exploding like a bomb. - Nineteen. Twenty. I saw him touching you, all gentle, all sweet "... and I wanted to rip his hands off. I thought: "She got him too. She is seducing Balam. She’s playing with him.
The mention of the friend made his anger shift focus. It was no longer jealousy, it was a furious worry.
PLAFT.
- Twenty one!
— That gentle idiot... He knew, didn’t he? - Kalego growled, his body tense. - His knowledge of humans is better than mine. He must have noticed the moment you stepped in here.
PLAFT.
- Twenty two...
— Do you have any idea how worried he must have been? - He rebuked, the harsh voice. - Shichirou is already anxious by nature. Having to watch a fragile human, day and night, afraid that she will break or be discovered... He was protecting you all this time, and you... you kept risking yourself, walking around smiling like you’re immortal!
PLAFT.
- Twenty-five! - You screamed, the voice failing.
— Are you aware of the danger? - He lowered his tone, bringing his lips closer to his ear, whispering the terror that he felt. - If I, who have self-control, almost lost my head by your smell... what would an inferior demon do? They would tear you in half before you could scream.
PLAFT.
— Twenty-six. - He told along, ruthless. - Your mere existence here is a crime. The balance between the Human World and the Underworld is sacred. It is fragile.
PLAFT.
— Twenty-seven. Bringing a human here violates the laws of physics and magic. You are an anomaly. A mistake in the system. You destabilize the order just by breathing our air.
You were already in your twenties, the voice hoarse from crying, the body trembling with spasms at each touch.
- Twenty-eight... V-twenty-nine...
Kalego raised his hand for the last blow, but stopped. The red skin ...
- Twenty-eight... V-twenty-nine...
Kalego raised his hand for the last blow, but stopped. The red skin under his palm radiated heat. He looked at you, weeping, human, frail, a living transgression of all that he swore to protect as a Watchdog.
And yet his hunger had not diminished.
Knowing that you were human did not repel him. On the contrary. It made something dark and primitive within him agitate. If you did not belong to this world, then you had no rights here. You had no protection. Except his.
His hand came down, not to beat, but to grasp. He squeezed the soft, possessive flesh.
- Thirty.
He leaned over you, his weight holding you against the couch, burying his face in your sweaty neck.
His hand slipped from her buttocks to the middle of her legs. His breath failed when his fingers, long and experienced, opened your lower lips, sliding through the moist and sensitive contour of your intimacy. - “What are you doing?” You sobbed too sensitive after the beating.
" You don’t expect me to walk around with this problem you gave me. - He growled, pressing his hip against yours, making clear the painful erection that pulsed against his thigh."
"Huh?"
He stroked her buttocks with the other hand, squeezing the soft flesh. - I am a watchdog. I catch and punish those who break the rules... - He paused, his fingers exploring you more deeply, pulling a moan from you. - You gave me the biggest headache I’ve ever had. Not even in my teens, I... got so horny. Now I know I was hungry.
He laughed, a low and guttural sound. — A human falling in the underworld? Ha. -- He inhaled the smell of your neck, shakily. - You smell fresh meat and flowers of the field.
The primitive fear hit you. That was a predator talking. - V-v-will you eat me? - The question came out trembling, naive.
His "inner dog" barked in response.
What a question to ask, thought Kalego. The honest answer? Yes. He wanted to tear you piece by piece. He wanted to lick until there was nothing left, until you were crying and crumbling in his arms, completely consumed by his existence. Fuck. He wants to. He wants to devour you in every possible way.
But he felt the tension on your shoulders, the real fear in your voice.
- No. - He replied, his voice hoarse, moving his fingers inside you with a slow possessiveness. - Not the way you imagine.
"C-What do you mean?" Kalego laid you on the couch, putting a cushion under your lumbar while kneeling on the floor and put his legs on the shoulder of it
"Who cares if you are human or a succubus." He hugged her thighs "today was the last drop of water, I was - am- willing to cross the any lines" he laid a kiss inside your right thigh, looking at you with eyes shining with lust
You opened your mouth in shock. 'Whoa there! So regardless of everything, I was going to be fucked by him today?! Crazy dog! Mad dog!'
He smiled "do you have poor hearing or were you crying when I said you were going crazy?!"
'I said it out loud!'
Kalego caused chills when he slipped his tongue to your lower lips, sucked your lower lips, shivers ran down your back.
"I was climbing the walls, that was the desire to have you" He spoke licking your clitoris repeatedly, like a dog drinking water. He began to make slow movements on the big lips and decreasing the size in the small ones, drawing a pattern never done before in you.
"Ka-lehh-go!" You pulled the devil’s head.
"Silence." He spoke angrily of being pulled from where he wanted to be with his face buried.
Kalego was trembling, pounding one while licking your intimacy from top to bottom, which was incredibly wet. "All this for me." He spoke by kissing her clitoris, nibbling the other thigh
"Ah! Kalego! please."
"Please what y/n?"
You pushed the head of the teacher "me .... makes me cum. Now." You speak in an authoritarian tone with the same, wet it was a plea nonetheless. He liked when you ordered him around like that.
You felt the orgasm coming down from your stomach with an overwhelming force, and kalego licked for fear of wasting a drop.
Your body was soft, limbs trembling after orgasm, ass is burning,spine aching, and legs are noodles. And the damn dog was far from satisfied
Kalego put your legs on the floor and sat down on the couch, taking off the rest of his clothes, now naked, he put you on his lap, giving kisses on his lap, giving kisses. He turned you to the door, lifting your legs and settling you on top of his dick.
“You know what to do, if you don’t want me teasing you till your head it empty.” You took the tip of him member and moved closer to your entrance.
He told you to brace yourself, you held onto his neck, watching together the sex of you meeting, the head of the member sliding inside without resistance, the outline appearing in your stomach.
“Aah.” You moaned shameless, feeling him cock entering you unapologetically
Kalego could not speak anything, just observe as if it was in the third person, his member sliding down and up, her breasts following the movement of gravity too.
'Naughty Dog! Was that what you wanted?' He trembled, feeling his eyes burn from ignoring the need to blink in fear in missing the scene
He bit your neck again, raising his hip repeatedly. "Aah."
'What a cute noise' he thought hearing your moans 'make me want' - k-ka-ah-le-go - your voice failed the deep thrusts
'Keeps moaning to me' he licked his lips
You were with the head clouded by pleasure, the hot body of the devil glued to yours, his cock finding the point that was making you see stars.
"Ahh! N-no!" His right hand let go of your chin to play with your sex, sliding his thumb down.
"Shhh!" He bit your ear
"Kah-le Huh!" You wept
"He keeps moaning my name." He spoke in a deep voice.
"Your m-hand."
"More?" He slipped now all the fingers on his clitoris "like this?"
"AHHH!!" He started rolling his fingers around the clitoris
"Ah. You devil! Woe! No! So na-ahn " You began to speak in your native language, struggling against it, jumping the more he played "cachorro safado!"
You thought he wasn’t understanding you, but he was. Your cries was feeding the same ego of "Yes, I am a devil dear." He whispered, "And judging by the way you’re squeezing me... I think you like it just that way." It should be illegal being this hot.
"Mierda! Fuck!" You started jumping in the lap of it, restless, panting, your orgasm was coming with force, bending your vision. Geez
Kalego teared up, feeling your ass hit against his groin hard. "If you keep doing that I won’t last." He warned you panting and with those little dog eyes, with dilated pupils is an innocent expression on the face
"O-stop looking at me like that!" You closed your eyes for a moment
"Like what ?" He rested his chin on your shoulder confused
"Like... Lik... - you barked when it moved inside of you slowly. - cute."
"What?" - His tone dropped an octave. Dangerous.
" You’re looking at me like a... a puppy begging for attention. - The words came out before you could stop it. - Like a stuffed animal. It’s... adorable.
"I? Adorable?" -
"Kalego, I don’t... ah!"
He stuck deep, without warning, making his back bow.
— I am a Demon Rank 8! - He growled, biting the sensitive skin of his shoulder, punishing you for the audacity. - I am the Watchdog! - He increased the rhythm, turning the act into something much more possessive and wild, determined to prove that there was nothing "cute" in it.
- Repeat! - He ordered, the breath beating hot on his face, the eyes now shining with that predatory malice. -
Your vision darkened, kalego was stocking up very strong, the rhythm don’t matter, you were feeling the member of the same pulsing, as well as its walls.
Seeing the kalego like that is very hot . All this anger directing to his poor little flower
"You’re - moan - cute."
"Damn!" He grabbed your waist and started bringing you to him "I’ll show you who’s cute."
You gave a slight scream feeling the liquid in the neck of your uterus burning, it was hot and dense, the ass of the same contracted, pushing hard until the last drop, while you convulsed on his cock.
“Fuck.” He cursed hugging you tightly “I can’t get enough of you.” He squeezed your breast
'Fuck! It really happened! I fucked my son’s teacher. (Idk yet if I’ll make her an adoptive mother or just a friend of Balam.)’ you groaned
Blink and you’ll miss how he manhandled you into a doggy position
You felt delirious, the thrusts were making so much noise, and kalego couldn’t be bother anymore. He was fucking you like he life depended on.
Kalego gave you a kiss at the end, a gentle one now, as if it was a consolation for having fucked you this hard.
From cuddling on the couch, he slipped his cock out, it was wet but now soft, the whole body of the devil was reddish.
Kalego used magic to clean your bodies, but he could not mask his smell on you and you on it. 'Fuck it now. Let everyone know.' His dog was happy to be able to mark territory
'Now what do I say??!! I rushed into it without even thinking right' he wanted to hit his head on the wall 'I hit her like I was disciplining a child' his face burned with shame 'his dog is mad!'
"Y/n." He called it
Yes m kalego?" You jumped looking at him
He sighed and knelt, putting his head on the ground, the wings of the same appearing. (It was the greatest sign that a demon was repentant, offering the base of its wings) "I beg forgiveness for my behavior. I moved on you without thinking, or considering your feelings."
You looked at him ‘I liked the sex tho. It’s been i while since I slept with a man.’
"You won’t turn me in, will you?"
He should, but knowing the risk that you can run in the hands of the underworld patrol, in the hands of his brother - sigh. - "No."
You breathed a sigh of relief. Opera and Balam startled you by telling you all the possible scenarios that could occur if you were caught.
"So I think we’re okay."
You would not imagine that he would be so good at sex, considering his very sweet personality. Besides, looks like your smell it’s what made him like this, you had no idea it was so powerful.
"You, you accept?" He spoke incredulous
"You can’t go back. It was quite humiliating to get spanked at my age, especially for a reason that I had no control, but it was. And you apologized."
"Aren’t you angry?"
"Errgh... more shocked than angered now. I didn’t think you, of all the demons, would jump on me."
"I am so sorry for that."
'I don’t know what to say now!!' You freaked out inside
"Something else." You caught the attention of the older one who was red "what are the chances of pregnancy in the underworld?"
BOOM
💥
They didn’t use protection. Kalego felt a headache forming "normal. We don’t exactly have fertility problems."
"... you can prevent pregnancy, right?"
"Yes. We can go to the pharmacy and buy one for you."
"That’s a … relief!"
Indeed, he can’t imagine having to explain to his family why he had a child with demon with unknown rank. Even more if the child came out mixed! Wait can their genes even mix? No. No. Don’t think about.
You walked side by side through the shopping streets of the Underworld, keeping a "safe" distance of thirty centimeters.
Kalego could not look at you. He looked forward, jaw locked, hands in pockets closed in fists.
His mind was in absolute chaos.
'What are we?' he wondered, glancing at the top of his head.
Were they enemies?
No. Enemies try to destroy themselves.
Were they rivals?
No. You never competed with him.
Were they... friends?
Definitely not. He snarled at you. He avoided being in the same room.
'It was a relationship of dog and cat,' he realized with a bitter taste in his mouth.
In his head, he was fighting a territorial war. He saw it as a threat. so he barked, showed his teeth and marked territory.
But you?
You always said "Good morning, Kalego-sensei" with a smile.
You offered tea when he was stressed (and he refused).
You were polite. Friendly. Professional.
And how did he repay this education?
He threw you on a couch and used you to satisfy that hunger.
'I am a barbarian,' he thought, shame burning his ears. 'She was kind, and I was a brute. I skipped all the steps of courtship, respect and verbal consent.' The pharmacy chosen by him was not any corner. It was a high-standard establishment, frequented by nobility, where discretion cost more expensive than medicines.
The door bell rang softly. The room was cold, smelling of sterile herbs and clinical magic.
The attendant, a tall, skinny demon in glasses, recognized Kalego’s aura immediately. He didn’t make jokes. He didn’t smile maliciously. He became pale and bent at an angle of ninety degrees.
-Lord Naberius. - The attendant’s voice was a respectful whisper. - What can I serve?
Kalego walked to the counter. He did not need to threaten. His presence already shouted "If you ask a personal question, your store turns to ash".
— I need a fertility regulator. Immediate action. - Kalego spoke low, clinical and cold tone, although inside he was dying. - For a... delicate physiology".
The attendant, professional trained to handle the secrets of the elite, just nodded. He did not look at you. He knew that to look at the companion of a Naberius in such a situation was asking to lose his eyes.
- Understood, sir. I have the formulation of House Astaroth. It is mild, no mana side effects.
The attendant placed a small black velvet box on the counter and entered the value in the cashier.
Kalego paid. The silence was absolute.
- Thank you”
Kalego stopped in a less crowded area and held out the velvet box to you. He couldn’t look you in the eye. He looked at your shoulder.
- Take. - His voice sounded strange. Without the aggressiveness of before, just... tired and awkward. - That should solve.
You took the box.
- Thank you, Kalego.
There was an awkward silence. You were calm (after all, problem solved), but he seemed to be having an internal breakdown. He opened and closed his mouth, the ears low, the tail (if it was visible) would be between the legs.
- Y/n... - He called, finally looking at you. His expression was of someone who did not know where to put his hands.
- Yes?
- I... - He stuck.
He wanted to ask, "Do you hate me?"
He wanted to say, "I’m not always like this."
He wanted to explain: "I thought you were a danger, so I treated you badly, but now I see that the danger was me."
But all that came out was:
- Are you cold?
You blinked, surprised at the change of topic. You were without a coat, and the night in the Underworld was cold.
- A little bit.
Kalego took the jacket he was wearing. He placed it on your shoulders with excessive care, almost as if you were glass, avoiding touching your skin unnecessarily.
- Keep it. - He grumbled, crossing his arms to warm up (or protect himself emotionally). - I take you to the door of your house.
The silent walk was becoming unbearable for Kalego. Each step echoed shame and confusion. Also, walking on the street with you meant exposing you to more looks, more demons smelling him in you.
He stopped abruptly.
-This will take too long. - He grumbled.
Before you could ask "What?" Kalego bent down and passed one arm behind his knees and another behind his back. With a unique and fluid movement, he raised you in style bride.
- K-Kalego?!
-Hold on. - He ordered.
A pair of black wings, huge and majestic, tore the back of his shirt (or magically appeared, if he is dressed as a teacher). With a powerful kick of the legs, he shot into the sky.
The ground moved away vertiginously.
— Ah! - You shouted, burying your face in his chest and gripping his shirt tightly, the knuckles turning white. The feeling of gravity disappearing was terrifying.
Kalego climbed up to reach the air currents above the roofs of Babyls. He flew with an absolute stability, without bumps. He was strong, solid and warm against the cold wind of night.
Feeling that he was not going to drop you, you opened your eyes slowly.
The view . Purple and orange lights of the Underworld shone down there like jewels. The wind hit your face, but the aura of Kalego created a subtle barrier that protected you from the worst cold.
- Wow... - You whispered, relaxing the grip in his shirt and looking around. - It must be nice to fly free like that.
Kalego looked forward, the face stoic, focused on navigation.
- ... It’s convenient. - He replied, dry. For him, it was just a means of transportation. Basic biology.
You laughed at his pragmatic response.
-I guess. To me, it seems like a dream.
He looked down. The sound of his laugh, so close to his ear, caught his attention.
You were smiling at the horizon, your face illuminated by the demonic moon. Your lips were half-open.
Kalego focused in the mouth.
Perfect teeth. White. Aligned.
But... straight.
Without the sharp fangs that he saw in all demons. Without the tips made to tear raw meat. They were "blind" teeth, made for soft things.
Involuntarily, Kalego passed the tongue on his own long and sharp fangs inside the closed mouth.
Wow.
Memory hit him like a physical punch.
Those teeth "without tip"... he remembered exactly how they felt hours ago. How they rubbed into his skin without cutting. Of the softness of that mouth which was not made to bite, but which devoured him nevertheless.
The image of you, panting, with that human and "harmless" mouth doing unspeakable things with it, flooded his brain in 4K.
Kalego’s heart missed a beat.
His right wing missed the rhythm.
You fell half a meter into the air before he regained control, flapping your wings with excessive force to compensate.
- Kalego?! - You got scared, squeezing his neck. - All right?
- Side wind. - He lied, his voice strangled, his face burning in a color that fortunately the night hid.
He looked forward, refusing to look at his mouth again. The cold sweat went down his spine.
I need a spiritual retreat,' he thought, in absolute panic. 'I need to isolate myself in a mountain, meditate under an ice waterfall and purify my mind. '
He squeezed you against the chest, flying faster towards your house.
'This woman...' he thought, feeling the sweet smell and softness of her body in his arms. 'It will haunt my mind indefinitely. I’m screwed.' Kalego descended vertically, landing in the front garden of his house with the lightness of a feather, despite the speed. He put her on the ground gently but retracted his arms quickly, as if you were on fire.
Another strange silence hovered. The night wind rocked the trees.
- Thanks for the ride? - You tried to break the ice, adjusting the clothes crumpled by the wind. - And... for today.
Kalego widened his eyes. Before you could finish the sentence, his hand flew to cover your mouth. The leather glove muffled your words.
— We did not speak of today. - He whispered, desperate. He was not ordering; he was begging. The violet eyes begged for mercy. - Please. I can’t take it anymore.
He took his hand slowly, covering his own face with both hands, releasing a long and muffled groan of existential suffering. He looked like a statue of defeat.
You looked at that mighty demon, the terror of Babyls, acting like a dramatic teenager. You couldn’t hold on. The air escaped through the nose. The beginning of a laugh.
Kalego lowered his hands instantly, narrow eyes. - Did you just laugh?
- Sorry! Escaped. - You put your hand in the mouth, trying (and failing) to get serious.
- Do you find my suffering funny? - He asked, offended.
n-no! It’s just that... I’ve never seen you so...
You Can say it . - He sighed, resigned, shoulders falling. - Pathetic? Out of control?
Human. - You corrected mentally, but said aloud: - Shaken.
He looked away, kicking an invisible pebble.
- I lost control. It’s unacceptable.
You looked at him. He seemed so... defeated. So in need of comfort. His image overcame the memory of his pet in the human world, that big and angry dog who turned into butter when he did stupid things. How I miss you. Without thinking, moved by the instinct of pet owner, you stretched your hand and landed on top of his head, between the pointed ears.
You caressed. A gentle stroking, scratching the root of the hair.
Kalego has frozen. But his body does not. Behind him, the black tail with the tip of hair tufts ...
- V-you! - He stammered, pointing at you. - Are you caressing me?! Like on a pet?!
You were with a face of fear, realizing the error. But his eyes went to his tail, which stopped waving instantly, trying to feign dementia.
Do you think that’s funny?! - He looked down with maximum reprobation, straightening his hair where you touched it, trying to regain dignity. - I am a demon, Y/n!
“I know.”
“You clearly do not recognize the danger I pose.”
“Shut up!” You commanded him
“Listen, you’re clearly shaken by everything that happened, and regret what you did, you’re uncomfortable Im human.”
-No. - The response was quick, an instinctive shot.
- Listen, I won’t judge you if you feel disgusted by... Before you could finish the sentence, Kalego advanced. He was not gentle. He grabbed your hands tightly, pulling them against his chest, forcing you to feel his heart beating like a hammer against his ribs.
- I have no disgust of you! - He hissed, his voice vibrating with intensity, his violet eyes burning in yours. - I have disgust of myself.
You stopped, surprised by his vehemence.
“Why?”
“ Because it did not matter what you were... - His voice failed, getting lower, hoarse. His face, already blushed, became of a dark violet tone. He turned his gaze to her lips, then to her eyes, tortured. - Succubus, human, monster... I didn’t care. I wanted... —He could not finish the sentence, shame locking his throat.
“Are you angry because you wanted to have sex and did?” - You asked, trying to understand his logic.
“ By the way it happened! “- He let go of his hands to gesticulate, frustrated. - No courtship! No clear permission! I acted like a hungry animal! — He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but failing miserably.
It doesn’t matter what race you are... - He took a step forward, cornering you against the tree in his garden, but without touching you. Just surrounding. - This did not diminish the desire. On the contrary. It terrifies me, Y/n.
— Because you are fragile. - He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. - And even though you break easily, even though it’s forbidden... the only thing I can think of is to lock you in my room and make sure no one else gets that smell. — He opened his eyes. There was no more anger, just a brutal honesty.
“ I’m not sorry I wanted you. I’m sorry I didn’t do it right. I didn’t give you the chance to choose.”
- Kalego... - You put your hand on his face. - “I it’s okay. I enjoyed, I didn’t fight it.”
Well you were frozen in shock watching as kalego turned into a feral thing before your eyes. You were mesmerized and terrified of that transformation, never seeing something like that.
And when he confessed he wanted you, it got your knees weak, the only thing stopping you was the fear of your secret being exposed to the guard dog.
“You didn’t have a chance.”- He replied.
Hoe, I punched you. You’re lucky I didn’t had my dagger with me. — As you were about to give him a piece of mind
—But now you do. — He looked deep into your eyes.
“ I’m a demon, Y/n. I’m jealous, territorial and apparently have self-control problems near you. And now I know your secret. - He paused, swallowing dry. — So if you want me to go away... if you want me to pretend we’re just colleagues... order me now. - His voice
Kalego was stiff, ready to argue, ready to list a thousand security reasons for which he should stay. He expected fear, gratitude or even cold rejection.
He did not expect the smile you gave. A smile of singing, slow and dangerously seductive.
- Kalego? - You whispered, stepping into his personal space instead of backing away. - Do you like me?
He opened his mouth, surprised by the direct question.
- Or... - You continued, your voice lowering to a velvety tone. - Are you just feeling guilty for having stayed with the "defenseless human"?
You didn’t expect an answer. You slid your arms around his neck, the body gluing into it with a familiarity that made him lock. His nails, short but firm, traced a slow line through his tensed jaw, rising up to the chin.
Kalego shuddered. The touch was light, but it seemed electric.
- You are really very adorable when you try to play the hero - you provoked, eyes shining with fun.
- I have already said that I am not... - He tried to growl, but came out weak.
- Shhh. - You put your finger on his lips. - Hush now, Kalego.
He obeyed. Not because he wanted to, but because he was hypnotized by the change in his posture.
— Listen well - you said, looking deep into the violet eyes. - I fell here by mistake, yes. But I was welcomed. I have been living a quiet and functional life. So protection is not something I need. You leaned over, your lips brushing his ear, the voice laden with a dangerous promise.
- I’m not just a prey, Kalego. I also know to bite.
He released a sound choked with surprise when his hands went down his back and, with surgical precision, brushed the base of the wings. Kalego’s knee gave way. It was a possessive, knowledgeable touch.
You walked away just long enough to look at his face, now blushed and stunned.
- I’m an adult - you said, adjusting the collar of his shirt with a final tap. - I take responsibility for my actions, love. Now go home - you ordered softly, turning the key in the door. - Before I decide to test if you can obey as well as you can bark.
With a firm pull, he tried to bring it against his chest, seeking to dominate it with brute force and regain control of the situation.
But you did not resist. You flowed.
Letting yourself pull, you turned on your toes, sliding to the side and passing under his arm as if they were in the middle of a dangerous tango. The maneuver caught him off guard, using his own strength to position it exactly where you wanted it.
“ True.”- You whispered near his ear, now positioned next to him, with your hand on his back. —“ We did much more than play fighting. The puppy was very naughty.”
Kalego turned his head, the violet eyes flashing with provocation. He pointed to his neck, where the collar of the shirt was slightly apart, revealing the marked skin.
“You tasted my bite, and you ask for more?”- He smiled, a crooked and smug smile.
Instead of backing, you pulled the lapels of his jacket hard. Using his momentary imbalance and his firm base, you glued your chest to his and in a bold movement tilted it back - an inverted dance dip.
Kalego’s eyes widened.
“ you have not yet known my bite.” - You whispered, the face centimeters from his, looking at him from above.
- You! - He poked, his hands holding your waist by reflex not to fall
You didn’t let him get up. You kept the tension, your eyes fixed on his, serious and seductive.
“Humans and demons... - You started, your voice low and hoarse. - We are different sides of the same coin, Kalego.”
You slipped a hand from his collar to the nape of his neck, holding his black hair, forcing him to keep eye contact.
“We are greedy. Shameless. Cunning. And ambitious.” - You have listed the "sins," bringing your lips closer to his to each word, but not touching. - “Do you think I am a helpless prey just because I have no claws? My kind conquered the world without magic, only with hunger to have.”
Kalego’s breathing was erratic. The indignation of being physically maneuvered was quickly replaced by overwhelming excitement. The smell of your confidence was more intoxicating than any perfume.
He could not stand the provocation. The "hunger" you described shone in his eyes.
With a sudden force, he firmed his feet and reversed gravity, straightening the body and bringing you along, eliminating the last millimeter away.
He did not ask for permission. He did not warn.
He stole the kiss. It was a hungry, possessive kiss, a direct response to his challenge. He kissed as if to prove that, no matter how cunning or greedy you were, he was still the devil who could consume you.
And you did not back down.
His hands went up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, opening his lips to let him in, returning the bite with the same intensity. There, on the threshold of the door, under the moon of the Underworld, there was no more predator and prey. There were only two greedy creatures, disputing who devoured whom first.
When he finally walked away, panting, his lips swollen and his eyes dark with desire, he growled against his mouth:
“naughty little thing... I’ll show you what happens when you try to defy a Watchdog.”
Guys, I had an idea for a a fanfic: JJK x ladybug!reader
Imagine the potential. She could bring so many characters back to life, and still keep things balanced. I really want to read a fanfic like this.
It is activated through a Cursed Tool— a earring she acquired in Egypt.(why Egypt? I thought it would be interesting, since they’re know for doing all the ancient things we know mostly and I thought it would be funny if yn was accidentally buried inside a pyramid and she discovered the earrings after passing through a bunch of traps and puzzles)
For this to work in jjk world, I would make yn depressed, and her depression medication would fuse with the power of creating. Her desperate wish to "fix" her own mental state combined with the artifact, creating a powerful Binding Vow that shaped her innate Cursed Energy.
Part 1: The "Lucky Charm & transformation
Once yn transforms her speed, strength, reflex are amplified, and she gets a ladybug outfit. (I like the outfit)
The user gets a yo-yo that will materialize any random object forcing the reader use a problem-solving ability.
Activation: When Y/N is faced with a Cursed Spirit or a hostile technique, her mind subconsciously analyzes the "problem." She then expends Cursed Energy and activates her technique.
Manifestation: An object manifests in her hand. This object is never a weapon. It is always a seemingly random, mundane item: a spool of thread, a rubber duck, a wrench, a mirror, etc.
The "Solution": This item is not the solution itself, but the key to the solution. It is imbued with a conceptual property that is the perfect, subtle counter to the enemy. Y/N's "fight" is a high-speed puzzle.
Example: Against a Curse that moves through shadows: Her Lucky Charm might produce a "Cursed Flashlight." It doesn't harm the curse, but any shadow it touches becomes solid and immobile, trapping the curse in its own medium.
Part 2: The "Miraculous Ladybug
Activation: This ability can only be activated after the source of the destruction (the Cursed Spirit or Curse User) has been defeated or neutralized.
The Act: Y/N claps her hands and channels her energy. This releases a wave of "positive" energy (a reverse flow of Cursed Energy) that washes over the entire area of the battle. All non-living objects are restored to their state before the fight began. All living humans who were injured are healed.
Reversing Death: Y/N's power can "recall" the souls of those killed during the conflict as long as it is activated within a short "golden window" (15-30 minutes after death). It restores their body and re-binds their soul, effectively a complete resurrection.
2. Weaknesses and Limitations
This power seems absolute, but it’s not.
* The "Lucky Charm" Weakness: Y/N must be clever enough to figure out how to use the random item. If she can't solve the "puzzle," the charm is useless.
* The "Cure" Limitation: She must defeat the enemy first. She cannot use her restoration ability mid-battle, nor can she use it on herself to heal.
# This is something I thought it could make the characters yandere if you want. Imagine you are saved by someone dear, yet the person forgets you or the memories you shared together. She is so desperate to save everyone else that she is literally erasing her own identity, her own happiness, and the very bonds she is fighting to protect.
Since her power is fueled by her deep, desperate desire to "fix things" and "make everyone happy." To restore reality, she must sacrifice a piece of her own. Costs her a small, happy memory (e.g., what she ate for breakfast, a funny joke she heard).
3. Classification: Special Grade.
* Threat Level: Zero. Y/N herself is not a threat.
* The Jujutsu world (especially the higher-ups) would be terrified of her. A sorcerer who can undo death breaks the entire foundation of their world.
4. Domain Expansion: Sanctuary of the Mended Heart
* Appearance: When activated, it doesn't trap the opponent in a sphere of violence. It transports both Y/N and her target to a bright, sun-drenched, "unbroken" world. It might look like a peaceful Parisian park or a cozy, perfectly clean room from her childhood.
* [Forced Restoration]: While inside the Domain, all damage is instantly undone. Any wound Y/N or her opponent suffers is immediately healed.
* Example: Against a Cursed Spirit born from the fear of fire, the Domain would be to douse the Cursed Spirit in a conceptual "water" of peace and safety. The curse is not destroyed; it is unmade by having the negative emotion that created it "healed" and "restored" to a state of peace. In short: Her Domain doesn't kill curses; it exorcises them by saving them.
Timeline
- I thought in following the original timeline but I would made yn older (legal) to date the older characters, she’d go to jujutsu high as a form of internship.
- experience: yn could be new to jjk, so the characters would try their best to aid her perfect her technique and skills ; or
since she was a ancient artifact, she could have her very own cursed? Spirit, I don’t know if they would be cursed, since in miraculous they’re know for being beings that existed since the beginning of times, and a mage that crafted the jewelry that brought them to the physical world. This spirit which only yn can see will give her directions, so she could be very capable and confident when transformed in ladybug (like our original girl marinete)
Pegging Cross Guild
Pairings: Reader x Buggy, Reader x Mihawk, Reader x Crocodile
Rating: Explicit for each of them
Words: ~500 each
Summary: Drabbles about Reader asking their partner if they can peg him and then...pegging him.... heh 😈
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You’ve been in this ‘relationship’ for a while now, and you posed a question to your lover: “Will you let me peg you?”
Buggy:
He’s caught off guard, red-faced and spluttering. “N-No way! Freak! Why would you even want to do something like that!?” He turns in bed with a huff, acting offended and outraged, but you can tell he’s mulling it over as you turn out the lights and lay down to sleep.
It isn’t even a full 24 hours later when he tells you he’s interested. Perhaps not in so many words, but you understand his meaning. “I guess since it’s you, weirdo.” He says, acting non-chalant, picking at a loose string from his sleeve. “Wouldn’t want to deprive my freak of their needs.” He grins and you promise him you’ll make it good. That leaves him blushing, but not from embarrassment this time.
It seems he’s done this before, because he’s directing you and telling you exactly how to finger him open. At one point he shoos you away and does it himself. You aren’t terribly upset, the view is nice, there’s something so intimate and arousing about seeing how your partner pleasures himself.
He turns over and lays on his belly, lifting his hips to get onto his knees, presenting himself to you. Now you’re the one blushing.
“But, Bug, I want to see your face.” You pout, rutting your strap between his cheeks.
“Sh-shut up and do it.” He grumbles into the pillows. You know he’s eager, he’s red all the way to his shoulders, his cock rigid and leaking, body trembling when the dildo presses against his rim. He moans loudly as you slide into him, even if he tries to muffle it.
You slowly slide in and out, Buggy pants hard, the muscles in his back and thighs jumping whenever you push in to the hilt.
“Is it good, Captain?” You ask, teasing but genuine. You want to know, want to hear him. It was half the reason for doing this. You love how expressive he is during sex.
He nods quickly into his crossed arms, arching his back as if asking for more. You lean over him and pet back his hair, asking if he could say it for you. He shivers but complains “Just keep going, freak.”
You oblige, gripping his hips as you fuck him, gradually increasing your pace. He moans and curses into the pillows, into his arms, and you long to hear him fully. You reach forward and pull lightly at his long hair to encourage him to lift his head, wanting to hear him. He whimpers when you tug and you let go, afraid you hurt him.
Buggy reaches behind him to find your hand and brings it back to his head. You’re surprised at the quiet request for more, but you can’t deny your clown anything. You wrap his long blue hair around your hand and give an experimental tug, forcing his head back. He whines, loud now that he’s not hiding his face and your skin tingles in satisfaction.
You keep a firm grip on his hair and with your other hand hold onto his hip as you fuck him, his delicious cries and moans free to fill the air, to urge you onward.
“Please please please please please!” He’s begging and sobbing and you can’t help moaning along with him, your hips slapping hard against his ass. He cries out your name as his cock twitches violently, making a mess on the sheets below him.
You praise him, kissing his slick back. He flips over, pulling you into a sweaty hug, kissing you wherever his sticky lips can reach.
Mihawk:
He blinks slowly. And you blink back, like two cats having a secret conversation.
“I’m amenable, but I have one request.”
You nod for him to continue.
“I would like to be on top.”
The slow blinking resumes. On top? He’s been above you, sure, but while he’s also the one receiving? You feel warm at the thought alone and nod quickly. “I agree to your terms.”
“Excellent.” He easily resumes his reading but you can no longer focus on your own book, too excited for the potential of seeing another side of Dracule Mihawk.
He does not disappoint. When he bares himself to you, you can see he already has a plug in, ready for you. You wish you could have done the fingering yourself, but you aren’t going to take his thoughtfulness for granted. He surprises you by guiding your hand between his legs, letting you pull out the plug. It is an unbelievably sensual experience, watching his pale cheeks brighten with color, his soft lips parting in a pleasured sigh as you slowly tug, those golden eyes dark with a hunger you’d only seen while on the other end.
He slicks up your fingers with lube and lets you play with him, slowly kissing you, tongues sliding over one another as you tease his rim. Seems you didn’t have to be disappointed at not getting to finger him after all.
Once he has you kiss-drunk he pushes you onto your back, kissing your neck, down your chest to sit on his knees before you, his cock stiff and eager. He strokes your dildo with a slick hand and for a fleeting moment you wish it was real, that you could feel the silicon cock as if it was your own.
You watch, enthralled, as he straddles you, holding the dildo in place as he sinks down, until his ass meets your pelvis. He lets out a sigh, something like relief and satisfaction. Slowly he rolls his hips, grinding on you, the hot drag of his hard cock over your abdomen its own teasing sensation.
He’s gorgeous, like an art piece come to life: all beautiful unmarred skin, firm tensing muscles, his face handsomely pinched in pleasure. You’re aroused and in awe, breathless despite not doing a lick of work. Then he starts bouncing, properly fucking himself on you and you have to bite your lip to stifle your moan. For a second time you wish you could feel the dildo. Even if you can’t, you still feel pleasure, arousal, lust, heat; he draws it from you so easily.
His hands rest on your thighs as he bounces and his head dips back, exposing the beautiful length of his throat, letting out a soft moan. You grip his thigh, hand darting out to stroke his cock. You need to see more from him, to pull out as much pleasure as you could.
He lets out another moan, and you feel hot from being the one to make him sound like that.
“You’re so beautiful. Lovely. Perfect.” You rasp, needing him to understand everything you felt.
He huffs, a sound between amusement and annoyance.
“Be quiet and make me cum.” He pants, not even bothering to look at you, his brows furrowed in concentration.
You let out a whimper, nodding profusely even though you’re sure he can’t see it. You stroke him the way you knows he likes, a tight ring around his head, and he cums over your hand and belly, letting out a trembling sigh, cock twitching and oozing as he catches his breath. Effortlessly he lifts himself up and sits down beside you, petting back your stray hairs, kissing you on the forehead.
“Let me return the favor.”
Crocodile:
He laughs, and you’re surprised at first, unsure what to make of his reaction. He takes a drag from his cigar and lets it out, leaning in close to you. “Hell. No.”
You knew it would be a hard sell for him. He does not trust easily, and based on his past relationships, he’s touchy about bottoming. You asked and got your answer, even if it is disappointing.
But over time you ease him into the idea that he could still be in control, could feel pleasure without the pain or humiliation he tied so deeply to anal. It started small, your thumb pressed against his rim while you sucked his cock, which turned into a lubricated finger, and then two, until it was the norm that you fingered him open while he was in your mouth.
He was wary when you suggested using a toy, something bigger and more direct than your much smaller fingers. But he allowed it. Just once. It was enough to prove your point. You had him cumming hard that night, the loudest you’d ever heard from him during an orgasm.
He clearly surprised himself, trying to play down his reaction, but you could tell it had a lingering effect on him.
All of that hard work leads you to this moment; Crocodile on his back, legs spread as he lets you slowly thrust inside of him, his cock rigid and weeping, attempting (and failing) to suppress and bite off his moans. You feel insane with lust as you watch him, wishing you could properly share in the pleasure you were giving him. But for this moment alone you are eternally grateful. Sir Crocodile didn’t spread his legs for just anyone, and you had put in the work to finally earn it.
With two oiled hands you stroke his massive cock, rolling your hips to find the spot that you know will make him loud. It’s a bit of trial and error, harder to direct the dildo with only the harness and your hips instead of your hands, but you find it, and once you do, he doesn’t last long. He’s fighting so hard against his own reactions, his own body, but he’s no match for the pleasure you give him. He’s panting hard, cock dripping, body trembling as he tries to control himself. You want to make him feel like this all the time, want to give him everything, if only to see these moments that were for you alone.
A shout bursts out of him, body tensing from head to toe, cum shooting from his cock so hard it hits your chin. His orgasm is long, pulse after pulse of semen soaking your chest and hands until you’re sure you’ve milked him dry. He’s boneless on the bed, chest heaving, his face the most relaxed you’ve seen.
“Thank you Sir, I hope it was good.” You kiss him on the forehead and he grunts, eyes closed. Seems he couldn’t even open his eyes or speak. You smile secretly to yourself and clean up, proud of your hard work.
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𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 | LADS + when YOU send them a pic (again)
warnings: suggestive, picture of how I roughly imagine your muscles look but feel free to imagine it in your preferred skin colour and/or body type!!, boners (caleb and raf), all of them are subby!! a bit less for raf and cal tho bc I headcanon them as more dom leaning
The moon’s ascent bled the last of Alabasta’s searing heat, transmuting the desert beyond Crocodile’s window into a silent, silver-washed waste.
A rare, almost languid stillness upon him, he attended to the ghosts of his desk—a silent congregation of letters, long ignored. Each was granted a moment’s hollow regard before crumbling to dust in his palm, their unspoken pleas forgotten.
Then, as if the desert itself had answered his unspoken ennui, his fingers found not parchment, but a gaudy, opulent envelope. Tawdry, yet meticulously wrought.
An invitation? A low scoff escaped him. The tip of his golden hook slid beneath the wax seal, which yielded with a sigh. The air bloomed not with the scent of ink, but with the dark, resinous breath of oud. As his eyes traced the script, disinterest, that old familiar shadow, began to retreat before a flicker of intrigue.
A red-light district beneath the heart of Alabasta. A vein bulged from his forehead--who dare send such debauchery to him!? Alas, Crocodile's curiosity outgrew his disgust, and he soon found himself just before their doorstep. After crumpling the invitation, he pushed the doors asunder.
Frankincense. Saffron. Jasmine.
Its inebriating scent wafted by his nose, his senses once again masked by the musk of aphrodisiacs.
The longer he stared at his surroundings, the more he wanted to leave. Too many eyes and ears for him -nigh-bare bodies included. A droplet of sweat carved a path down his cheek,
He didn't like it here.
Crocodile pushed through the crowd with relative ease, regaining his bearings in a nearby lounge while nursing from a glass of date wine.
"This is what they call entertainment? ..." Intoxication lulled him to a somewhat lax state, almost enough for him to ignore your footsteps.
Almost.
Someone's behind me. Crocodile stiffened, not bothering to turn and look just yet. The figure halted somewhere behind him. They were close. Too close.
"What do you want," Crocodile finally snapped, still refusing to look at the stranger.
“Attending the guest of honor” your answer was simple but all he needed to know
.
You've got to be kidding me. Crocodile exhaled through his nostrils, finally spinning around in his chair to glare with narrow eyes.
"Is that so." He spoke in a low, gravelly tone filled with disdain.
You made a little bow , pointing your hand at the second floor
“ma'am sent you a letter”
Crocodile raised an eyebrow.
"And I'm supposed to go up there." He said more like a statement than a question. As he crossed his arms, the metal of his hook clanked against his coat. "What for."
“You're welcome to go and leave when you please sir”
He clicked his tongue, eyeing you with a hint of frustration in his eyes. He begrudgingly stood.
"'ll humour you," he relented. "This better be worth the effort."
“This way then. “ you walked in front of him, leading him to the second floor, a even more private area, with incense, and lots of fabrics his gaze roamed the lavish surroundings. There was no denying the extravagance of these private quarters.
‘Whoever's hosting this sure has money to throw away.’ Crocodile thought, stopping only when you halted before heavy curtains. pushing the fabrics out of the way, leading to a room where an older woman was sitting on a throne, the room filled with beautiful women in revealing clothes
Crocodile's gaze wandered across the room, taking in the women dressed in seductive attire. Despite his annoyance, he found it difficult not to stare; their beauty was hard to ignore.
He averted his gaze to the woman sitting on the throne, his expression hardening slightly.
"I take it that you're the one who sent me the invitation." Crocodile said gruffly, taking a few strides deeper into the room and stopping a respectable distance from the throne. His eyes flicked around again, wary of any sudden movements from the women nearby.
The older woman sitting on the throne gave a small smirk, her gaze fixed on Crocodile.
"You would be correct," she said in a melodic voice. Her eyes gleamed with an air of elegance as she assessed the man before her.
"I am the Mistress of this establishment And you must be the Crocodile."
Crocodile's expression didn't change, though his gaze hardened further. He wasn't used to being appraised so blatantly.
he replied gruffly. " I was under the impression you had something to discuss with me. I don't have time for frivolous meetings."
The Mistress chuckled softly, unbothered by his demeanor. She leaned forward ever so slightly, her eyes never leaving him.
"Straight to the point, just as I expected from the great Crocodile. Yes, I did have something I wished to discuss with you
She gestured gracefully to an ornate cushion on the floor, indicating for him to sit.
"Please, make yourself comfortable."
Crocodile's eyes darted to the cushion and then back to the Mistress. His lips curled into a thin, disapproving line, but he complied, taking a seat. The cushion was unexpectedly soft, almost too comfortable for his liking.
"What is it?" he asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing.
The Mistress studied him for a moment, the amusement in her eyes barely hidden.
"You do not trust me, do you?" she inquired, a small smile playing on her lips. "I can almost hear your thoughts, Crocodile. You wonder what my motives are, why I have called you here. You wonder if this is a trap."
Crocodile's eyes flickered with a mix of annoyance and wariness. The accuracy of her assumption was almost unsettling, though his expression gave none of it away.
"I'm a cautious man." He replied bluntly, his voice flat. "Especially when it comes to strangers with ulterior motives."
Crocodile's gaze flickered to the wine offered to him. He eyed the liquid with a hint of suspicion before begrudgingly taking the cup.
Might as well... he thought silently, bringing it up to his lips. He took a small sip, the rich wine sending a warm sensation down his throat. Not bad.
The Mistress couldn't help but study his reaction, observing him with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction.
"Good, isn't it?" she commented, the smirk still on her face. "Only the finest for my guests."
She leaned back in her seat, her gaze never leaving him.
"Tell me, Crocodile," she began, her tone turning more serious. "What do you think of my establishment?"
"It's... lavish," he responded flatly after a moment, swirling the wine in his glass.
"The attention to detail is commendable.
Crocodile's eyes briefly glided to the women nearby, their sensual presence not escaping his notice. He shifted in his seat, somewhat uncomfortable.
The Mistress chuckled lightly, clearly amused by his answer.
"You're being kind," she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You don't approve, do you? You find this place... not your taste?"
Crocodile clenched his jaw, the corner of his mouth twitching. She was annoyingly perceptive.
"It's a den of sin and indulgence," he stated bluntly. "I have no interest in such vices."
The Mistress raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"You prefer the life of a pirate, is that it?
Sailing the seas, fighting Marines, claiming treasure for yourself?" She paused, taking a sip of wine from her own cup.
"But surely even a pirate finds himself in the mood for a little indulgence now and then." Her eyes flicked to the women nearby, then back to Crocodile.
Crocodile's gaze darkened at the insinuation. He disliked where this conversation was going, not wanting to admit to any sort of weakness.
"Indulgence clouds judgment," he retorted gruffly. "Weak men seek comfort in vices. I have no need to fill my life with pointless entertainment."
The Mistress was undeterred by his stern demeanor. She seemed almost amused by his defensive nature.
"You speak as if you've never felt a moment of pleasure in your life," she remarked, her tone half-serious, half-teasing. "Don't tell me you spend all your nights aboard your ship, drowning in paperwork."
Crocodile's eyes flashed with irritation, his grip on the cup tight. "don't need 'pleasure*" he grumbled, his voice gruff. " I have ambitions. Goals. Something bigger to strive for." she smiled like a Cheshire cat
He had a feeling she was baiting him, but he still couldn't help but respond.
"I have my sights set on the top," he finally said, his voice carrying a hint of determination. "I'm not like those other fools who squabble over mere treasure. I want something more... significant." The Mistress leaned back in her seat, her eyes locked onto him.
"Power," she guessed accurately, her tone bordering on a purr. "You desire power."
How much? She asked
Crocodile's eyes narrowed. He didn't appreciate being so easily read, but he also couldn't deny the truth.
"Enough to bring the whole world to its knees," he answered without hesitation.
He couldn't help the hint of ambition in his voice. "I want to crush those who stand in my way. I want to be unstoppable.
"An ambitious goal, indeed," she mused, twirling a strand of her silver hair around her finger. "But how do you plan to achieve it? You can't do it alone, no matter how strong you are."
Crocodile's expression hardened, his jaw clenching. "I have my methods," he ground out, unwilling to reveal any more details.
she analyzed him with a unnerving insight, before getting up and clicking her fingers motioning to follow her
Crocodile found himself unable to resist the Mistress's request to follow, albeit begrudgingly. He drained the last of his wine and rose to his feet, his eyes following her every move.
What is she up to now? he thought suspiciously, his guard still raised.
"You see a den of indulgence, Crocodile. A weakness. I see a confessional. Men of power come here to shed their armor, and in doing so, they give me their secrets. Every whispered dissatisfaction with the King, every illegal deal, every hidden debt... it all belongs to me. This establishment isn't a business; it's a weapon."
Crocodile doesn’t look surprised. “So?”
Nonchalant granny)
“Alabasta is a desert. What's your goal
here?” Crocodile's eyes narrowed at the unusual question, his guard up even higher. He didn't know where the Mistress was going with this, but he was wary nonetheless.
"What does it matter to you?" he grumbled, crossing his arms. "My goals are my own
“Hmmm.”
Crocodile's patience was starting to wear thin. He didn't appreciate the Mistress's prying into his motives.
"What's the point of these questions?" he demanded, his voice edged with irritation. "What are you trying to get at?"
“I'm curious”
Crocodile grunted in frustration. He could sense the Mistress's curiosity, and it bothered him. But he knew he wouldn't get anywhere by being hostile.
"And if I refuse to satisfy your curiosity?" he retorted, still folding his arms across his chest.
“I'm a simple curious old lady”
A simple curious old lady, my ass. Crocodile thought sarcastically, but he bit back his tongue. He had a feeling the Mistress was more cunning than she appeared.
"You seem more like a meddlesome old lady to me." he retorted, unable to resist a jab at her.
she laughed “old people are like this. But 1 already know what I need to Know. Feel free to enjoy the night”
Crocodile's eyebrow twitched in annoyance as the Mistress laughed off his comment. He didn't appreciate the way she treated him like some entertainment.
"And what exactly did you gather from these questions?" he asked gruffly, his eyes narrowed. "What is it that you think you know about me now?"
she left him unanswered
Infuriating woman... Crocodile thought, gritting his teeth. He stood there for a moment, the silence in the room almost tangible. His irritation was starting to bubble over.
"You're not going to answer, are you?" he grumbled, his voice tinged with frustration.
“Would you like me to escort you back?sir?
Crocodile almost jumped in surprise, his tough demeanor momentarily faltering. He hadn't expected you to appear behind him so suddenly, and it caught him off guard.
"No need," he grumbled, recovering his composure quickly. He didn't appreciate someone sneaking up on him like that.
" can find the way back myself."
You bowed “I wish you a good night then.”
"Likewise," Crocodile muttered, giving a curt nod in response. He didn't linger any longer, turning on his heel and leaving the Mistress's company.
As he walked away, the events of the evening replayed in his mind. The Mistress's questions, her enigmatic demeanor, and your silent presence all left him with more questions than answers. He tried to push it out of his mind, but a nagging feeling told him this wouldn't be the last time he would encounter her.
Crocodile's thoughts were interrupted as he passed by a group of rowdy men, their voices loud and obnoxious. They were clearly intoxicated, laughing and catcalling at the women nearby.
Crocodile sneered, his irritation growing. He never had patience for fools, and these men were no exception. As he passed them, one of the men suddenly called out to him.
"Hey you!"
Crocodile stopped in his tracks, his patience already razor-thin. He turned to face the man who had shouted, his expression stern.
"What do you want?" he asked in a low growl.
The man, clearly drunk, stumbled closer to Crocodile, a stupid grin plastered across his face. His friends followed behind him, chuckling and jeering.
"You look like you could use some company," the man slurred, his eyes roving over Crocodile's form.
Crocodile's jaw clenched at the man's insolent behavior. He didn't appreciate being harassed by a drunk fool and his companions. He took a step forward, his voice cold and sharp.
" don't need your company," he grumbled. "Leave me be."
You appeared behind the drunk man, like almost of thin air sir. Creepy
“Excuse me sir, would you like some wine?”
The drunk man's attention swiveled to you, his gaze lingering over your form.
He was clearly entranced by your honeyed tone.
"Wine? Hell yeah, doll," he slurred, grinning lecherously at you.
The drunk man watched you with wide, infatuated eyes, his gaze fixed on your every move. He eagerly accepted the wine you poured for him, practically drooling over you.
Crocodile, observing from the side, couldn't help but roll his eyes. Pathetic fool. he thought
You grabbed another bottle of champagne, shaking it, at opening mimicking golden rain inside the dark hall, as they worried the night get drenched in alcohol, I gathered the champagne with the cups in a tray
The drunk men's eves widened further as you skillfully opened the champagne bottle, the golden liquid spraying and shimmering in the dim light. Their gazes followed the path of the champagne, fixated on the way it cascaded into the cups like a golden shower.
"Damn," one of them gasped, his mouth agape. "That's some fancy trick, doll."
flashing them a charming smile “of course, it's my pleasure serving the guest of yasmin district”
The men were completely entranced by your smile, captivated by your charm.
"Oh, you're serving this whole district, huh?" one of them asked, his eyes roaming over your figure. "You sure know how to take care of people, doll."
“Am 1?” You pretend to be thoughtful
The men chuckled at your response, their gazes still glued to you. They were completely under your spell, their words more slurry and nonsensical by the second.
"Yeah, you're like a goddess come to life," another man chimed in, gesturing grandly with his champagne cup. "Too damn beautiful to be real."
Crocodile watched from a safe distance, his annoyance at the men temporarily replaced by amusement at the scene unfolding before him. He couldn't believe how easily you had these fools eating out of your hand. They're like mindless dogs... he thought dryly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The men continued to shower you with compliments and drunken admiration, their words becoming increasingly ridiculous and incoherent. One of them hiccuped loudly, nearly spilling his champagne, before trying to speak again.
"Hey, doll," he hiccupped, struggling to form a coherent thought. "You think you could sit with us for a bit? Keep us company?"
“I'd love too i gushed but my performance on stage is the next. ” you lamented
The men let out a collective sound of disappointment, their faces falling at the news. They clearly wanted you to stay and entertain them.
"Ah, damn," one of them grumbled, pouting like a child. "You gotta go on stage? Can't you play hooky just this once?"
crossing your arms in a X “no no, I take my presentation very seriously, ma’am is watching”
The men slumped in their seats, their disappointment clear as day. One of them let out a dramatic sigh, his head dropping in dejection.
"Aww, damn it," he grumbled, clutching his champagne cup tightly. "You're breaking our hearts, doll. Can't you breaking our hearts, doll. Can't you ditch the show just for a few minutes?"
“You'll have to pay the price, ma am doesn't like lazy workers”
The men's eyes widened at your words, realization dawning on them. They may be intoxicated, but they knew the importance of paying their dues.
"Price?" one of them repeated, a hint of worry in his voice. "How much?"
crocodile watched as you tripled the standard price
Crocodile's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he overheard the conversation. He had expected you to simply brush off the men's advances, but instead, you were shamelessly charging them triple the standard price.
Clever girl... he smiled at the pathetic men at your feet.
The men, despite their inebriated state, were shocked at the hefty price. They grumbled among themselves, debating whether or not they could afford it.
One of the men, emboldened by the alcohol and his infatuation with you, decided to speak up.
"That's- one started
“a lot, doll.” The other one finished looking at the price
You sure you're worth that much?" he slurred, his gaze roaming your figure.
“Well you have to have a taste for yourself, people have different taste.”
The men exchanged glances, contemplating your words. They were clearly captivated by you, and the temptation was strong. They started talking amongst themselves, discussing the price and its implications.
One of them finally spoke up, his voice slurred yet determined. "Fine, doll. We'll pay the price. We want the taste of your…
'performance'."
The other men nodded in agreement"Yeah, we'll pay," another one grunted,
With the snap of your fingers, and 2 hulky men showed up, showing them the price of your particular time
The men flinched as two large, burly men suddenly materialized behind you.
They were imposing figures, their muscles bulging beneath their shirts.
One of them held out his hand, palm up, silently demanding payment.
The men, still intoxicated but now slightly intimidated, quickly rummaged through their pockets, producing the necessary money. They placed it in the man's hand with a mixture of reluctance and eagerness, their gaze never leaving you.
The large men counted the money, ensuring the payment was sufficient.
Once satisfied, they nodded curtly and disappeared back into the shadows, leaving you and the men alone once more.
With a respectful bow you started“then to the show boys.” part of your attire fell, revealing a long opening to your toned legs. The sight sent their already racing hearts into overdrive, their breaths quickening.
"Damn," one of them choked out, his eyes following the exposed skin. The man gulped, trying not to drool.
Crocodile wasn’t aware he also was staring… too long tô be polite.
one of the hulky man asked crocodile if he's was going to watch the private show, otherwise he'll have to pay
Crocodile, who had been observing the scene with a raised eyebrow, was taken aback by the request. He wasn't interested in witnessing you entertain these donkeys, but the hulking man's firm gaze made it clear that payment was necessary.
He grumbled under his breath, his irritation briefly evident before he reluctantly nodded. "Fine, fine. I'll watch the damn show." We’ll might as well see what the fuzz it’s about
The burly guard nodded in acknowledgement, seemingly satisfied with Crocodile's decision. He gestured for Crocodile to follow him, leading him towards a secluded area to watch your performance.
As he followed the guard, Crocodile grumbled to himself. He settled into a secluded spot, his gaze fixed on the stage where your performance was about to begin, with a relaxed posture and bored expression he watched the lights change focus, complimenting your vibrant red attire, decorated from head to toes with gold bracelets, rings, earrings and belly chains.
Well don’t you look like a Christmas gift?
You’re pretty he’lol admit, but he’s surrounded by pretty woman.
bowing to the audience once more, before grabbing your sword. “I'll dance the dance of the sun god.”
The men's attention was fixated on you, their gazes locked in eager anticipation.
The dance of the sun god? One man commented.
Who cares, it’s sound fancy! Another one chirp
“Powerful.” The other disagreed
The room fell into a hushed silence as you began your performance, the dance flowing through your body effortlessly. Each move was a graceful masterpiece, the gold jewelry glinting softly under the the gold jewelry glinting softly under the lights.
The men watched intently, their jaws slack and their eyes wide. They were completely entranced, their earlier drunken state replaced with absolute captivation. The dance of the sun god was indeed a spectacle, and they couldn't tear their gazes away from you.
As your dance progressed, each move executed with precision and grace, the men's awe only grew. Their gazes followed every movement of your body, tracing the curves of your form and taking in the beauty of your art
. Even Crocodile, who had initially been irritated by the situation, found himself begrudgingly captivated by the display before him.
Your dance grew more intense, the movement of your body becoming more fluid and less sensual. The men's breathing quickened, their eyes fixed on your every move. They were mesmerized, entranced by the allure of your dance, including crocodile.
The drunk men watched in silent awe as you shifted your expression, your face now etched with an intense determination. The tempo of the music quickened, and your movements followed suit, becoming more fiercely intense.
Crocodile, eyes fixated on your performance, was taken aback by the sudden change. He couldn't help but lean forward, intrigued by the fierce energy oozing from every move you made.
the light finally went out as the wind blew the candles, surprisingly the audience, not expecting to be in the dark, an ominous feeling creeping up on their spine, the hairs on their neck stood up.
Where were you? The music stopped…
No it’s calmed down, the drum it’s still playing, slowy and very low.
They saw movements even in the dark, something was moving on the stage, there was a lot of unclear noises to them to comprehend what it’s passing.
“Miss!” One of them called out
Crocodile sensed the tension getting higher as the drums kept that tempo. “What is happening?” It’s this part of the show? A trap?
When the tension was almost unbearable, when the dark started to scare them.
Light!
The lights came back. Not from the candles. No. Not from the ceiling , but from your own sword. The red incandescent blade, light up the darkness, illuminating your face.
The men including crocodile widened their eyes. What is that look? It’s staring through me! They felt naked before the intensity of your stare. They gasped when you rotated, the light gone again, the room descended into darkness. But then, amidst the blackness, they witnessed a breathtaking sight. your sword ablaze, casting an ethereal glow around you. You moved the sword like a true master, a true warrior, fighting tons of enemies, the darkness your enemy.
It was impossible to win against the darkness. Your lonely sword was a small torch inside the room.
The song picked up again, you kept moving, turning, circling, as you completed another cicle of the dance, you did a front mortal, rotating your sword.
There!
Right there!
The sun!
Your blade was ablaze! On fire.
Crocodile's mouth dropped for a instant, his gaze fixated on the flaming sword. It was a mesmerizing sight, and he found himself completely entranced.
The men watched in absolute awe as you wielded the flaming sword with precision, the weapon twirling expertly in your hands. Your movements were seemingly sluggish yet meticulously calculated, each twirl and attack executed with unmatched finesse.
Crocodile surprised himself finding hard to breath and focus on the performance.
The men were completely spellbound, witnessing your acrobatic display as you fought invisible foes. Your movements were a graceful blur as you flipped through the air, rolled across the floor, and dodged unseen opponents with ease.
Even Crocodile, despite himself, found his heart racing as he watched you dance on the stage. The thrill of the imaginary battle was palpable. Finally with the last enemy cut.
You fell to your knees, grabbing your chest in what seemed pain, the fire burning out, life your life essence before them.
The men let out a collective gasped frightened. There you okay?? The fire? Was it’s too strong? Then the darkness
They were restless, they were waiting. For what? What?
And suddenly, you spat out a jet of fire, igniting the candles and incense once more, illuminating the room in a warm glow.
Crocodile, who had been holding his breath, exhaled heavily, his heart still pounding from the display. He couldn't deny it anymore; he was utterly captivated by you.
“Thank you for watching my dance boys.” You waved. At them with a big smile
The men, still reeling from the intensity of the performance, let out a mix of cheers and applause, their admiration clear in their voices.
"That was incredible!"
"You're unbelievable!"
"Damn, doll! You're something else!"
Even Crocodile, despite his initial reluctance to admit it, couldn't help but respond with a applause completely spellbound.
The drunken men, still buzzing from the thrill of your performance, called out. their words filled with praise and appreciation.
"Wait, doll! Don't go!"
"Stay a little bit longer!"
"We want more!"
Crocodile observed from the corner, He was just as captivated by your performance as the men, and the thought of you leaving so soon was nearly unbearable. He bit his lip, his usual stoicism crumbling as the desire to see more of you took over.
He found himself standing up, his gaze fixed on you as you prepared to exit the stage. The men's pleas filled the air, their voices a chorus of pleas But amongst it all, he heard himself speak, his voice soft yet firm.
"Wait." His voice stopped you in your tracks before turning to the guest of honor
“Did you get lost sir?”
Crocodile took a step forward, his gaze unwavering as he approached the stage. His expression remained stoic, but his eyes gleamed with intensity.
"I want to make a request," he said gruffly, his voice carrying over the clamor of the other men's pleas.
“Of course, what can I do for you?” You smiled politely.
Crocodile took a deep breath, his gaze flickering between you and the surrounding crowd.
"A private session." he said firmly, his voice betraying a hint of desire. "I want one-on-one time with you."
You froze momentarily, before smiling professionally, snapping your fingers “that can be arranged” the bulky men showed him a menu of the prices and everything included
Crocodile, though caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, kept his romnosure as he lonked at the menu
The prices were steep, but he didn't bat an eye.
"I'll take all of it." he said without hesitation, the seriousness of his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
caught of guard, you forced a smile “I'm happy you're eager to spend time with me.” the bulky men opened space for a private room, pushing the drunk men out.
Crocodile followed the men towards the private room, his expression calm and composed despite his heart jumping on his chest. The room was lavish, with soft couches, dimmed lights, and a thick carpet.
As the men left, closing the door behind them, Crocodile took a moment to observe the surroundings. The atmosphere was intimate, and he was now alone with you.
there was a large bathtub filled with bath oils, and a stage
Crocodile's eyebrow raised slightly as he noticed the bathtub filled with bath oils and the stage in the corner. It was clear that this was no ordinary private session.
He shifted his gaze back to you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every detail. The silence between you was electric.
“How you'd like to start sir?”
Crocodile's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression stoic yet intense. He took a step forward, closing the distance between you.
"Lie down." he said gruffly, his voice a low command.
A velvet laugh escaped you, going behind him, sliding your hands around his waist. “sir, I'm here to please you not the other way around”
Crocodile's breath hitched as he felt your hands slide around his waist. The unexpected touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he clenched his jaw, his eyes briefly flicking shut.
"Watch yourself," he warned gruffly, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I don't like to be touched so freely.
“Then you bought the massage pack for?”
Crocodile paused, his irritation faltering briefly as the realization washed over him. He had indeed purchased the everything without batting an eyes, and your hands on his waist were simply fulfilling the service.
He grunted, his expression softening slightly. "Right," he muttered, begrudgingly allowing your touch.
“Would you like me to start with a bath?”
Crocodile considered your question for a moment, his gaze flicking to the bathtub and back to you. He was still wary of allowing himself to be so vulnerable in front of you.
"Fine," he grunted, reluctantly agreeing. "But make it quick."
“Sir, I know you're a busy man, but since you bought all of the services, it takes a while”
Crocodile let out a heavy sigh, realizing that he had indeed signed up for everything. He ran a hand through his hair, begrudgingly accepting the fact that he would have to remain here for quite some time.
"How long exactly?" he grumbled, looking at you.
“Till morning I'd say”
Crocodile's shoulders sagged at your words. The entire night... he thought to himself, already regretting his impulsive decision. He let out a disgruntled grunt, but didn't protest further.
"Fine," he acquiesced, resigned to his fate. "Get on with it then."
“Would you like me assist you with your clothes ?”
Crocodile tensed momentarily as you offered to assist with his clothes, his initial instinct being to refuse. But then he remembered he had paid for everything, and reluctantly consented.
"Alright," he grumbled, begrudgingly accepting your offer.
Crocodile allowed you to help him remove his coat, his muscles tense beneath the thick fabric. His eyes followed your every movement as you hung the coat away.
He was used to doing everything himself, and your assistance felt strangely intimate. He clenched his jaw, suppressing the unfamiliar feelings that surfaced within him.. Every touch, however light, felt intimate and almost overwhelming.
“Shall I remove the hook sir?”
Crocodile let out a gruff sigh, still uneasy with the situation. However, he nodded, giving you permission to undo the hook.
"Be careful," he grumbled, his voice gravelly. "It's a pain in the ass to fix."
Once the hook was removed, the blouse fell off completely, revealing his muscular torso. His skin was a canvas of scars and stretch marks, each one a testament to his battles. His body was bare, save for his rings and earrings
He felt exposed, his usual defenses stripped away. His gaze flicked to the exotic fruits, a distraction from the discomfort of revealing his scars.
Damnit.. he cursed mentally. he looked at his missing hand with annoyance and a little disgust
As your gaze lingered on his missing hand, Crocodile instinctively clenched his jaw, his expression hardening. He was keenly aware of his missing limb, and the sight of it often filled him with irritation and a hint of self-disgust.
He shifted uneasily under your gaze, his eyes darkening. "Stop staring at it," he grumbled, his voice gruff. "It's not a damn spectacle."
“A pirate life it's hard. You're decorated with scars.”
Crocodile's breath hitched at the gentle touch of your fingertips on his bare skin. The soft caress sent a shiver down his spine, and he clenched his jaw, fighting to maintain his composure.
He gritted his teeth, the mention of his scars causing him to shift uncomfortably. "You don't know the half of it," he grumbled. "This life ain't for the faint-hearted. Scars are a part of the damn course
“So manly.” You gushed
Crocodile swallowed hard as you stripped him completely, his body exposed and vulnerable before you. He clenched his fists, his muscles tensing instinctively as he fought the urge to cover himself.
He grunted, embarrassed by your comment. "Shut up," he muttered gruffly, his gaze avoiding yours. "Don't act like you've never seen a naked man before
“Never saw one like you. You're big. Bigger than the bodyguard here.”
Despite himself, a hint of pride flickered in his eyes at your comment. He was used to being admired, and the thought of you finding him attractive fueled his ego, even if just a little bit.
He grunted, the corner of his lip twitching slightly. he mumbled, his voice holding a hint of satisfaction. "These muscles ain't just for decoration."
Crocodile allowed you to guide him to the bathtub, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. The sight of the bathtub filled with bath oils, the dim lighting, and the intimate atmosphere all made him feel a bit out of his element.
He stepped into the water, feeling the heat envelope his body, and let out a low groan. The warmth was soothing, and he couldn't help but close his eyes for a moment, tension slowly seeping out of his muscles.
Despite the soothing warmth of the water, Crocodile felt a sense of unease wash over him. He was acutely aware of his vulnerability - without his Logia powers, he was just an ordinary man, completely at your mercy.
His eyes flickered open, his gaze fixating on you once more as he tried to mask his discomfort with a stoic expression.
Crocodile's tense muscles protested briefly before gradually relaxing under your skilled hands. The lavender oil, combined with your expert touch, caused him to let out a deep sigh.
Despite his initial reluctance, he found himself succumbing to the soothing sensation.
"Hmpff..." he grunted, his eves closing focusing on your hands on his knots
“Tell me if I'm applying too much force.”
Crocodile's breath caught as you expertly worked on his shoulders. "Nah, it's fine," he mumbled gruffly, his eyes closed. "You've got good hands.
He relished the feeling of your fingers working out the tension in his muscles, the oil creating a pleasant scent winding the relaxation.
Your nimble fingers danced over his skin, targeting all the knots and tensed muscles. Despite his initial wariness, Crocodile found himself involuntarily sighing in relief. The stress and tension seemed to melt away beneath your touch.
"Damn..." he muttered, his eyes closed. "You're good at this."
“You paid handsomely, I only leave when you're satisfied”
Crocodile grunted in agreement, his mind lost in the sensations coursing through his body. The warmth of the water, the soothing touch of your hands, the scent of lavender - it was all becoming intoxicating.
He leaned back further into the bathtub, his guard steadily dropping.
he muttered, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "I expect to get my money's worth."
“I'll make it worth sir. Hope I reach your expectations” you whispered into his ear A shiver ran down Crocodile's spine as your whispered words grazed his ear.
The combination of your hot breath on his skin and the intimate proximity sent jolts of sensations through him.
He cleared his throat, his voice gruff. "You better," he muttered, his body growing more relaxed under your touch. "It’s a fortune I spent"
“it's a fortune invested in selfcare”
As your fingers danced along his chest, spreading the oil over his scarred skin, Crocodile found himself unable to argue with your words. He grumbled under his breath, his body almost involuntarily relaxing under your touch.
"Self-care..." he repeated gruffly, his gaze flickering open to meet yours. "Is that what you call it?"
“Wouldn't you treat yourself nicely like this?Crocodile's breath hitched as you tipped his chin up, his gaze locked on yours.
The intimacy of the moment made his heart race, and he found it difficult to maintain his usual gruff demeanor.
He moved his head to the side, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Yeah, I guess... I don't treat myself too often," he muttered, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Usually more focused on work than... this."
“You should, it doesn't harm caring for the body.”
As your fingertips caressed his lips, an unfamiliar sensation washed over Crocodile. He couldn't recall the last time someone had treated him with such gentleness. It caught him off guard, his breath hitching slightly.
He grunted, his eyes fixed on yours. "I...
Suppose you have a point," he muttered reluctantly, his voice a touch huskier than usual. "Been a damn long time since I... cared for myself, I guess."
“Pamper yourself more. You deserve it, all those shoulders rock stiff with stress.”
Crocodile sighed. He did have a habit of neglecting his own needs, always too focused on work.
"Yeah, I guess I do tend to carry a lot of damn tension around," he admitted, his voice gruff but soft. "Just... too busy with all the usual crap, I barely find the time for myself."
As your fingers worked their magic on his pecs, Crocodile found himself letting out a what he found embarrassing moans, but he couldn’t care less now, his body was more relaxed than ever, like a cloud on the sky. He couldn't help but marvel at how good it felt to be pampered like this. "You sure know how to make a man feel good."
“I'm glad to be of use sir.”
The tension that had been etched into his face began to soften, and he found himself involuntarily arching into your touch.
"You're more than useful," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily. "Damn, I feel like I'm melting away.
And doze off he did.
His usual guarded expression relaxed into a soft, almost content one as he surrendered to the comfortable feelings coursing through him.
When he awoke, he found himself wrapped in a towel, his body fresh and clean. He sat up, blinking the drowsiness from his eyes. "Damn, how long was I out?"
“20 minutes? Give or take”
Crocodile let out a surprised grunt.
"Only 20 minutes? Felt like hours." He looked around, noticing the change in surroundings. "Damn, I must've been more exhausted than I thought."
He ran a hand through his damp hair, his mind still slightly foggy from falling asleep so suddenly. "You carried me out of the bathtub?" he asked gruffly.
Crocodile couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he looked at your stature, finding it hard to believe that you had lifted his heavy, muscular form out of the bathtub.
"And how the hell did you manage that?" he asked, a mix of curiosity and disbelief in his voice. "You look like you'd snap like a twig if you tried to lift anything over twenty pounds
“ I'm tougher than I look sir, I'm made to handle you throughly”
Crocodile grunted at your confident response, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. "Made to handle me, huh?" he repeated gruffly, his eyes narrowing.
He was well-acquainted with physically strong people in his line of work, but most were men built like oxes. "I'll believe it when I see it."
You lifted your eyebrow at the challenging before smiling “As you wish sir.” You pushed him effortlessly into bed
Crocodile's eyes widened in disbelief. He landed on the bed with a thud, his body bouncing slightly on the soft mattress.
He propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze fixed on you. "Well, I'll be damned.." he muttered, a hint of astonishment in his voice. "Guess you weren't bluffing about handling me."
You smiled, crawling your way up to him “what you'd like to do next sir? Would you like to feed you? Paint? Tell tales?”
Crocodile was taken aback by your forwardness, his eyes following your movements as you crawled towards him. For a moment, he was at a loss for words. The notion of being pampered and catered to like this was completely foreign to him.
He cleared his throat, his gruff voice betraying a hint of embarrassment.
"Feed me? Paint? What are you, my damn nanny?"
“1 can be many things. Anything you ask”
Crocodile couldn't help but be slightly entertained by your eagerness. He ran a hand over his face, sighing. "You're like a damn chameleon," he grumbled, his gruff voice tinged with a touch of amusement. "So you're saying I can ask anything of you, huh?"
Y-yes.
Crocodile's lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned back on the bed, his expression turning cocky. "Anything, huh?" he repeated, his gaze roaming over you. "Well then, I have a request."
He looked you up and down, taking in your figure. "Come here," he said, his voice lowering to a gruff command. "Sit on my lap."
As you climbed onto his lap, straddling him with your slender legs, Crocodile let out a low, guttural groan. The feeling of you so close, so intimate, ignited something within him. His hands instinctively went to your waist, resting
As you stayed seated on his lap, you couldn't help but feel the effect you were having on him. His breathing grew slightly ragged, and his gaze hardened as he met yours.
"You feeling how you're affecting me, doll?" he grunted quietly, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "Or are you playing ignorant?"
“My apologies sir. I didn't mean to neglect you.”
A low, guttural sound escaped his lips as you kissed his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. His hands reflexively gripped your hips tighter, his body responding involuntarily to your touch.
He murmured something under his breath he muttered, his head tilting back to give you better access to his neck.
As your lips traced a trail down his neck to his collarbone, Crocodile found it increasingly difficult to control himself. The sensations were overwhelming, setting his nerve endings on fire.
He let out a low groan, his body arching slightly into your touch. His hands on your hips tightened their grip, his fingers digging into your skin. "Damn. he breathed out, his voice gravelly.
"You're.. making it hard to think straight..”
“Then don't think at all. “ As your lips met his, Crocodile finally snapped. All his restraint crumbled, and he kissed you back with a hunger he had only known in battle. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer, his body pressing firmly against yours.
"You're right," he murmured breathlessly between kisses. "Damn the thoughts... I just... need you."
With a quick, fluid motion, he flipped you onto the bed, pinning you beneath him. He straddled your hips, his muscular thighs on either side of yours, trapping you beneath him.
He looked down at you, his gaze burning with desire. "Damnit... you've got me all twisted, doll," he grunted breathlessly, his hands roaming over your body.
As your clothes gave way to reveal more of your body, Crocodile's eyes widened slightly. The sight of your body underneath him was breathtaking. It stirred something primal in him, his hands greedily exploring your newly
He let out a ragged breath, his eyes roaming over your body with a mix of admiration and hunger. he muttered, his voice hoarse. "You're even more gorgeous than I'd imagined."
Crocodile's fingertips traced the curves and contours of your abdominal muscles, his eyes widening in surprise.
He had expected softness, but he encountered hardness beneath your skin.
He murmured, his voice rough and hoarse. "You're... very meaty. I feel your muscle desing beneath my hand," he commented, his hand roaming downwards. "Damn, doll... you're a paradox. So soft yet so hard at the same time.
You smiled lazily at him “women are complicated creature”
Crocodile couldn't help but let out a low, throaty chuckle at your words. "You've got that right," he replied,
With your permission, Crocodile's hands roamed freely over your body, his touch growing more urgent and eager. He kissed you roughly, his mouth claiming yours with a heated fervor.
As he discarded his robe, revealing his muscular torso and the towel around his waist, he knelt in front of you at the edge of the bed. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation.
His hand ran through your hair, his voice gruff and raspy. "You know what I want, doll?"
“I can see in your eyes.” You took his member into your hands, pumping
As your hands wrapped around him, a low groan escaped Crocodile's lips. His hand in your hair tightened, his fingers tangling in your locks. His head fell back as a sharp inhale passed through his clenched teeth, as your tongue wrapped around him.
"Damn, doll..." he grunted, his eyes fluttering shut. "Keep going like this."
His hands grabbed your hair tightly, the sensation overwhelming. “Gods You're gonna be the death of me." He grunted, his eyes darkening with desire
His breathing came in sharp gasps as he struggled to maintain control. His gaze locked onto yours, his expression a mix of tension and pleasure.
A deep, ragged groan left his lips as he watched you struggle. He gritted his teeth, his body tense. "You... doing okay, doll? You're... taking more than I thought you could." His hand gently petted your head, his fingers stroking your hair.
As he bucked his hips gently to test your limits, Crocodile watched your expression closely. He was impressed by your ability to take more without complaint,“You take it like a good girl... didn't think you would be able to handle it”
As the intensity built, Crocodile's restraint began to fray. His grip on your hair tightened, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. he growled, his eyes dark with a raw intensity. He pulled you closer, his body taut with tension. "Can't wait anymore, doll, I need to... have you now." His voice was rough and commanding, leaving no room for disobedience. "On your knees."
he pulled out before finishing, with a swift, fluid motion, he flipped you onto your knees, positioning you on all fours before him. The sight of you in front of him, vulnerable and submissive, sent a surge of primal desire coursing through him.
As he teased your entrance, he ran his hand up your back, his fingers tracing a slow, possessive path. His body pressed against yours, the heat radiating from him like a flame. He leaned forward, his breath hot on your ear, his voice a low, gruff whisper. "You ready for this, doll? You think you can handle me?"
“I can sir. Don’t hold back.”
A deep, primal growl rumbled from his chest as he heard your response. He was already riled up, his desire for you overriding any hesitation. "Good." he said gruffly, his voice thick with need.
"I'm going to give you what you want.But don't say I didn't warn you, doll. I'm gonna make you sore.”
With a single, swift move, he pushed forward, filling you completely. He groaned aloud, his body tense with anticipation. "Shit..., you feel good." he panted, his fingers digging into vour skin.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. His lips found your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "You like that, doll?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You like feeling me buried deep inside you?" He nipped your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin just enough to leave a mark
His grip on you tightened, his desire growing. He nipped at your neck, his teeth leaving a trail of red marks on your skin. "... you're... gonna have trouble… walking once I'm done with you." He muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
…and for a moment, the world outside melted away. There was nothing but him and the overwhelming need to possess you. He took all his stress, all his frustrations, and poured it into you.
Every thrust, every movement, fueled by raw, primal lust.
His lips met yours, his kiss hot and demanding. He kissed you fiercely, his hips rolling against you, driving into you with a possessive urgency.
He wanted to claim you entirely, to mark you as his. His kiss was rough, his tongue plunging into your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lips.
You arched your back, your legs moving desperately as you felt his cum filling you
're a damn good one," he murmured, his lips hovering over your neck. " haven't had anyone who could handle all of me the way you do." It was a rare moment of vulnerability from him, a
peek at the emotions he usually kept so carefully hidden. He pulled you close, his arms embracing you tighter, his body still pressed against yours, his breath hot on your skin.
"You're gonna make me soft," he joked, his voice almost fond.
He couldn't help but admire your ability to take everything he had given. In most other situations, he might have taken control. But there was something about you that made him want to let go, to surrender. He nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent deeply.
he enjoyed letting his member softened inside, staying like that for a few moments, just enjoying the intimate feel of being close to you. He ran his hands over your skin, tracing lazy patterns on your skin, his touch surprisingly gentle. he murmured, his voice a low whisper. "you're gonna make me addicted to you."
I rolled our bodies, topping him am I your favorite?
As you switched positions and ended up on top, he looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense. His hands went to your hips, his grip firm and possessive.
"Damn right you are," he growled, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
“I'm happy to please.” He watched as you wet him, cleaning his sweat covered body ."You're a damn tease," he muttered, his voice ragged with need.
“what would vou like for me to design?” He watched as you picked up a brush and some paint, his curiosity piqued.
The question you asked was unexpected, but he found himself intrigued. "Hmm.." He pondered for a moment, considering your offer.
"Surprise me, doll," he said gruffly, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "Do whatever you want."
“What do you like”
He thought for a moment, his eyes roaming over your face. "I like... power he said gruffly. "Strength, dominance, control. I like things that are ruthless and fierce," he continued, his voice taking on a more intense tone. "I like things that are dangerous, but also... beautiful," he added, his eyes lingering on your face.
"Can you make something like that?"
“It'll take a while but I can paint”
He nodded, "we have all night still” he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I ain't going anywhere. I want to see what you got”
He watched as you painted, your brush gliding over his skin with skillful precision. The touch of your brush felt almost like a caress, and he found himself leaning into it slightly. As your paintbrush moved over his chest and arms, painting intricate designs and symbols, he found himself entranced by the feeling. He studied the images you were creating, his gaze tracing the lines and shapes that were slowly taking form on his skin. There was a stark contrast between the brutality of battle and the delicate movements of your brush, and somehow it suited him perfectly.
It was a strange juxtaposition, but one that he found oddly poetic. As he watched you work, he couldn't help but think that you were creating a work of art on his body, one that told the story of his life through the simple brushstrokes.
He found himself feeling sense of... raw vulnerability. He didn't like to be vulnerable. It made him feel weak.
But here, in this moment, under your tender touch, he felt safe. He found it strangely satisfying.
As you showed him the mirror, he looked at the finished artwork on his body, the symbols and designs standing out against his skin. His eyes widened slightly, his expression a mixture of surprise and admiration. "Damn," he muttered, his voice low and gruff.
"You're a goddamn artist, doll."
I'm glad you liked.
He nodded, his eyes trailing down his own body, admiring your handiwork. "I do," he confirmed, his voice gruff but softer than it usually was. "You've got a gift. doll. You made me look..." He stopped
As he turned to look at you, a hint of desire flared in his eyes. The sight of you, standing there with a brush in hand, igniting a smoldering heat within
him.
He grabbed you, pulling you close, his touch rough and eager.
"You've got me aching for you."
He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before crawling on top of you, his eyes dark with need.
Crocodile collapsed on the bed, panting and exhausted. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening in the soft light. He was utterly spent, his muscles trembling with fatigue. He let out a weary sigh, his eyes closing for a moment as he caught his breath. He felt a sense of satisfaction coursing through him, his exhaustion mixed with a deep sense of contentment. He was exhausted and sore all over, but it was a welcome feeling, a reminder of the intense pleasure he had experienced. A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips
“You look happy now. I take it you're pleased”
He let out a soft chuckle, opening his eyes to look at you. "Pleased is an understatement," he said with a smirk.
"'m damn near euphoric, doll."
He reached out, his hand grasping yours and pulling you closer to him.
"Come here," he murmured, his voice softened. "Let me hold you
YouI rolled into his arms
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. He let out a content sigh, his chin resting on top of your head. His body felt warm and solid against yours, and you could feel the steady beating of his heart beneath your cheek. "You're comfortable, doll" he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your hair.
Pretty much. my face was pressed against his pecs
He chuckled softly, enjoying the feeling of your face pressed against his chest.
"Comfortable, huh?" he teased, his arms tightening around you. "You like using me as a pillow?"
cought... ahem You have a very comfortable chest
He let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound resonating deep in his chest.
"Yeah?" he said gruffly, his voice holding a hint of amusement. "You like using me as your personal pillow, huh? I'm honored, doll." His arm tightened around you, pulling you even closer, the hard plane of his muscular chest serving as a soft, warm cushion for you to rest your head upon. "But don't get too comfortable. I might start charging you rent."
I'm afraid I can't afford to rent such expensive pillow
He chuckled at your comment, his hand moving up to idly toy with your hair.
"Damn right you can't, doll. I ain't cheap," he said with a smirk, his voice gruff but affectionate. "But I'll make an exception for you. I don't mind a pretty thing like you using me as a pillow every now and then.
lucky me.
He chuckled with you, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. "Damn right volt're lucky" he agreed his voire soft and gruff. "Not every day you get to use a pillow this comfortable. You should count yourself a damn lucky girl."
It was early morning, the soft light of dawn just beginning to filter through the curtains. Crocodile stirred slightly, his body still weary and sore from the night before. He let out a low, weary moan, his arm instinctively tightening around you, as if to keep you close even in his sleep.
He slowly blinked open his eyes, his gaze falling on your face. He studied your sleeping features for a moment, a small, soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched you sleep, his eyes softening in a rare moment of tenderness.
he enjoyed the view of your bare self leaning on him.
He felt a pang of desire as he looked at you, his eyes roaming over your bare torso. He reached out to run a hand gently across your skin, his fingertips unusually gently across your skin, tracing a lazy path along the smooth contour of your body. "Damn," he muttered, his voice gruff and filled with a hint of admiration. "You're a sight to wake up to." he stopped mid sentence realizing what he just said
He froze, his hand hovering just above your waist. The weight of his words suddenly hit him, and he paused, realizing what he had just said. He had never been one to express his thoughts out loud, especially not in such a sentimental manner. He quickly cleared his throat, his hand returning to his side as he averted his gaze, a hint of embarrassment on his face.
racing, his thoughts were a chaotic mess. He was used to being in control, always having a clear goal in mind. But here he was, taken off guard by the sight of you, vulnerable and defenseless in his arms.
He had never felt this way before. The feelings were new and unfamiliar, and he didn't quite know what to make of it.
He ran a hand over his jaw, trying to compose himself.
“Good morning”
He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, surprised that you had woken up.
He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his usual gruff demeanor. "Morning, doll," he grunted, his eyes still avoiding yours.
You caress his face “why so gloomy in the morning?”
He stiffened slightly at your gentle touch, his guard going up instinctively at the intimate gesture. "I'm not gloomy, doll," he said gruffly, trying to keep his tone casual. "Just... just got a lot on my mind, that's all.
Hmmm
He could feel your gaze on him, and he knew you weren't buying his excuse. He felt suddenly uncomfortable, his defenses rising as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "It's nothing," he muttered, his voice gruff. "Just some things I need to work out. Nothing to worry about."
“it's okay. I'm always here if you decide to come back”
His heart skipped a beat at your kiss, his defenses crumbling slightly. He found himself wanting to open up to you, to let you in. But he held back. "It's not your problem, doll," he grunted, his voice rough but softer than usual. "I can handle it. I alway
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