After-hours inventory management takes an unexpected turn when you decide the boss has been working too hard. Diluc Ragnvindr is about to discover that some of his new hire's talents weren't exactly listed on their resume.
warnings : smut, blowjob, hints of dubcon, negligent display of power (employee-boss dynamic) he gets somewhat rough, deep throating, brat mention, kaeya mention, subtle slut shaming in the narrative, mean possessive luc :3
notes : luc might be ooc, this is my very first post (I’m open for constructive criticism). So sorry if my writing is cringe, thanks for reading 🥹
Two years.
Two years of you behind the bar. Two years of your mouth running at full speed. Two years of watching you charm his patrons and delight his brother and casually treat the Angel’s Share like it was your personal kingdom.
Two years of this.
Diluc leaned back in his office chair, one calloused hand tangled in your hair, the other resting loosely on the armchair. The door was locked. It was always locked now during the late hours after close.
The staff knew not to knock. The patrons knew not to linger. The whole city probably knew at this point because Mondstadt was a nest of vipers when it came to gossip, and you were not exactly subtle about the marks you occasionally forgot to cover.
Not that he cared. Let them talk.
His hips rolled up in a lazy rhythm, not quite thrusting, just... present. Letting you set the pace. For now.
You’re good at this. Of course you are. You are good at everything: inventory, customer service, defusing fights, making Kaeya actually shut up for once in his miserable life.
And this.
Especially this.
Your mouth was warm and wet and exactly where it belonged, and right now you were looking up at him with those dark eyes, that familiar glint of mischief swirling in them even with your lips stretched taut around him.
Fucking brat.
"You're being quiet," he observed, his voice rough. "That's new."
You pulled back just enough to speak, your breath hot against him. "Maybe I'm finally learning when to shut up."
He laughed. Actually laughed, a low sound that rumbled through his chest. "No, you're not."
"No," you agreed, and your smile was pure poison. "I'm really not. You know what Kaeya said? He said-"
Diluc's hips snapped up.
Hard.
You choked, a wet, surprised sound, your eyes widening as he hit the back of your throat without warning. Your fingers dug into his thighs, not pushing away, just holding on.
He kept you there. Counted three heartbeats.
Four.
Then he relaxed, letting you breathe, letting you gasp and swallow and glare up at him with tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
"You were saying?" he asked mildly.
You coughed, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and grinned. It was a wrecked expression, half defiance and half want, and it made something dark curl in his stomach.
"I was saying," you continued with your hoarse voice, “that Kaeya thinks you've gone soft.
That l've domesticated you. Tamed the infamous Darknight Hero."
Diluc's grip tightened in your hair.
"Domesticated."
"That's what he said." You licked your lips, slow and deliberate. "I told him he was wrong. That you're just as much of a bastard as you've always been. You just have better outlets now."
Another thrust. Harder. You gagged again, and this time he held you there longer, watching the way your throat worked around him, the way your eyes fluttered half-closed. When he finally let up, you were breathing hard, your composure cracking just slightly.
"Better outlets," he repeated. "Is that what you are?"
"Mmhmm." You nuzzled against him, cheek rubbing against his thigh like a satisfied cat. “Your favourite outlet. Your stress relief. Your-“
He didn't let you finish.
This time he set a rhythm, rough and relentless, not giving you room to talk, not giving you room to breathe. Each thrust pushed you closer to the edge of what you could take, and each time you gagged, each time you choked, that dark satisfaction spread through his chest like warm wine.
You loved this. He knew you loved this. The brattiness, the mouthing off: it was all leading here, to this moment, to him reminding you exactly who was in charge.
Your hands had stopped gripping his thighs.
They were just... there. Resting.
He watched himself disappear into your mouth, watched the tears streak down your cheeks, watched the way your body trembled with the effort of taking him. Beautiful. Ruined. His.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Those dark eyes, glassy and desperate, fixed on his face as he fucked your throat with single-minded focus.
"You want to talk about Kaeya?" He hissed, his voice was ragged, barely controlled. "You want to talk about being domesticated?"
You couldn't answer. Could only make sounds: wet, broken sounds that sent heat racing down his spine.
He slowed. Just enough. Let you breathe, let you recover, let you think you had a moment to collect yourself.
"I'll tell you what domesticated looks like," he said, thumb tracing your plump cheekbone. "It looks like you on your knees. Every time you run that mouth. Every time you push too far. This is what you get. This is what you wanted."
You nodded. Or tried to. It was hard to nod with his hand fisted in your hair.
"Then take it."
He snapped his hips forward again, harder than before, and held. Held you there, pressed against him, feeling your throat contract around him in desperate, reflexive swallows. The sounds you made -gagging, choking, whimpering—were the most beautiful sounds he'd heard all day.
When he finally let you up, you collapsed against his thigh: gasping, drooling, completely wrecked.
And smiling.
"Fuck," you whispered hoarsely. "Okay. Okay.
Maybe you're not domesticated."
Diluc stroked your hair, gentle now, the contrast almost obscene. "Maybe not."
You turned your head, pressed a kiss to his knee.
"I love you," you mumbled against his skin.
"You're such a bastard. I love you."
Something in his chest shifted. Softened. He ignored it.
"On the desk," he said. "Now."
You laughed, that same bark of laughter from two years ago, and let him pull you to your feet.
The office door stayed locked. The tavern stayed empty. And Diluc Ragnvindr, the terrifying Darknight Hero, the brooding master of the Dawn Winery, spent the next hour doing things that would have made Kaeya choke on his wine.
Robby and Abbott thought Dennis would be a playful puppy but he’s been too abused in his life so far so he’s too nervous, pees when scared and always thinking someone is going to hurt him, scared to eat or ask for anything, so they have to learn to help him get through this to actually enjoy himself.
i feel like other ppl hav done this concept better than i could so i want to propose a fucked up version of this (sorry anon)
tw toxic relationships
they encourage this behaviour.
Telling him people are mad at him, that loud sounds equal pain, that the outside world is dangerous.
When the doorbell rings, they tell him he needs to go hide in his cage because maybe they´re here to take him away. They have to prepare his food because he´s just a dumb little puppy who doesn´t know what´s good for him.
They make sure he doesn´t feel safe anywhere away from them. At first, he´s still allowed to work, but they make sure that every time a patient raises his voice, they rush to his side like he was attacked. Making sure he thinks of them as his protectors, the only people who care.
He pees himself at work once, when a loud noise startles him. He starts crying, overwhelmed and humiliated and terrified. They coo at him, taking him to the bathroom and cleaning him up with soft towelettes and softer words.
"Maybe this is too scary for out puppy hmm? Maybe you should take a break?"
So he starts being their life-in doggy.
They don´t let him out by himself because he could get scared and what of they aren´t there.
He starts to feel panicked when he´s alone, already anticipating that he can´t handle a panic attack alone.
Eventually, he begs them to quit their jobs, because he can´t stand not having both of them with him at all times.
Luckily, they can retire.
They order food and groceries. They don´t talk to people from work. They don´t leave the house.
Because what if puppy gets scared?
He needs someone with him, even when he goes to the bathroom.
Maybe he stops talking, Maybe he really is their abused dog.
John thinks you're too soft for war... until you prove otherwise. Now enlisted on his team, he's finding it more difficult than usual to build your trust. Slow burn, eventual smut, I love John being off his rocker a little bit. He's also an unreliable narrator.
Occasional content warnings: non-graphic/past sexual assault, emotional and physical abuse mentioned. All chapters are listed with their content warnings at the beginnings of the part.
☠️🕊 - Dead Dove Content
🌶-🌶🌶🌶 How spicy a chapter is. 1 - mild spice but no sex, 2 - suggestive content, nongraphic sexual content, 3 - graphic sexual content
🪶 - Fluff
🔪 - Graphic violence
💔 - General Angst
Part 1 - John thinks your too soft until he sees you take a man's life. ☠️🕊🔪
Part 2 - John offers you a deal.
Part 3 - John's having some trouble forging a connection between the two of you.
Part 4 - John finally gets you to talk a bout yourself a little bit.
Part 5 - John finally gets a foothold.
Part 6 - A soft moment. 🪶
Part 7 - John's version. 🪶
Part 8 - You willingly offer John a piece of information about yourself.
Part 9 - The fallout of John being protective of you. 🌶
Part 10 - John and you fight. ☠️🕊
Part 11 - Once is a coincidence, twice is a pattern. 🪶
Part 12 - John doesn't want to let you go. 🪶
Part 13 - The moment John falls in love with you. ☠️🕊🔪
Part 14 - John messes up a confession. 🌶
Part 15 - John manages to fix a confession. 🪶
Part 16 - John messes up asking you out. 🪶🌶
Part 17 - 2 years later and you and John act like you're married 🪶
Part 18 - John finds himself aching for you 🌶🌶🪶💔
Part 19 - The fill in Lieutenant is making assumptions about you and it spurs John on. 🪶💔
You’re Mine to Toy With || Poseidon X Nereid! Reader Smut
CW: heavy dubcon (come on, it’s poseidon), orgasm denial, PIV, forced voyeurism, minor character death (don’t worry about it), crossdressing reader, dead dove
Plot: Poseidon develops an infatuation with the new Undine in his court. There is something unsettling about him, and that fascinates Poseidon. He soon comes to realize that this Undine was truly a Nereid in disguise.
Poseidon didn’t pay much attention to the Undines in his court. His eyes tended to dwell on the Nereids and other nymphs instead. Of course he wasn’t adverse to receiving pleasure from men, but very few Undines had managed to catch his eye. That was until you came along of course.
One evening during dinner, he was silently enjoying his ambrosia, until you bowed before him, presenting him with Grecian wine on a platter. He raised a brow as he observed your quivering form. You were not his usual cupbearer. You were smaller, suppler, quieter.
You looked up at him with wide nervous eyes. He had yet to take the goblet from your platter.
“My lord,” you acknowledged him, extending the plate further. The timbre of your voice was far higher than his previous cupbearer. You sounded like Zeus’ ganymede more than anything.
His eyes narrowed as he continued to observe your form. He wrinkled his nose as he took in the clothing that obscured your body from his view. You were far more covered than the other Undines. Despite the heat in Atlantis, you were wearing a thick chlamys across your chest while the others were shirtless or in thin Chitons. He didn’t know why, but it bothered him to no end that your body, unlike all the others, was hidden from his view.
“My lord?” You softly questioned, your voice cracking and eyes furrowing as Poseidon continued scrutinizing your form.
Finally, with a sigh, he grabbed the goblet from your platter. After the king took a sip of the wine, you turned on your heel, eager to dart away from him. Before you could stray from his seat, his strong, cold hand caught your arm.
You squeaked in fear as you were suddenly yanked before the king. With one tug, he brought you to your knees before him.
“My-my lord?” You implored, eyes now wet with tears.
“You’re not my cupbearer,” Poseidon stated, his cold eyes boring into your own.
“You dismissed him a few nights ago,” you stammered out, trying to keep your voice even.
Poseidon hummed in consideration. He remembered his usual cupbearer now. He was a good cupbearer; he had been for decades. One night, however, he tried to serve Poseidon poisoned wine.
He apologized profusedly, tried to tell Poseidon that a minor god forced him to do so. But no amount of apologies could change the fact that he tried to poison his king. As such, Poseidon impaled him with his trident, letting his wine red blood spill onto the white marble of his dining hall’s floor.
He looked towards the others in the room with his cold blue eyes.
“Clean this mess. And find me a new cupbearer,” he ordered before storming from the hall. The minor gods, nymphs, and undines scrambled in a panic after that, trying to complete Poseidon’s orders before the blood could seep into the white floor.
He shrugged as he looked over your form again.
“So you’re who they sent to replace him?” He asked.
You nervously nodded.
“Y-yes, sire,” you stammered. “I have served you since that night.”
Poseidon’s brow furrowed. He would’ve remembered such a sudden change. Then again, he’d managed to forget the cupbearer’s blood he’d spilled, so anything was possible. He was a busy king after all. But to forget such recent events so easily was unbecoming.
Poseidon quickly summoned a papyrus scroll and scribbled something on it, then placed the paper in your hand.
“Tell Hermes to fetch me this potion from Hekate,” he said. “I expect it tomorrow evening.”
You quickly nodded your head, accepting the command despite your fright.
“You are dismissed,” Poseidon said, smirking slightly as he watched you scramble away. He was going to have fun toying with you.
XXX
After you’d found Hermes and delivered the scroll of parchment to him, you burst into tears. You had never expected to serve the tyrant king. Had it not been for your brother’s participation in that foolish assassination attempt, you would have never had to assume his duty.
You were especially frightened as you had heard both the fearful and excited whispers of the Nereids who Poseidon had bedded. Some had gone with him of their own enthusiastic volition. They raved of how he’d taken and satisfied them. Others had been taken by him against their will and sobbed for days afterwards. You did not want that to be your fate.
Of course, the god was unparalleled in his beauty. It would be a lie to say that you did not fantasize about him having his way with you. It would be a lie to say that you’d never shoved your fingers inside of yourself and tried to pretend that they were his own. But your fear of his greed and lust outweighed your desire for him. The way he so easily dismissed and killed his own subjects and servants sent icy chills down your spine.
You were afraid of being used and discarded by him. You were afraid of him taking your virtue. But most of all, you were afraid that you’d willingly let him do that, that you would enjoy his loveless, lustful touch. You were afraid that you would become truly infatuated with him. That you would give all of your love, lust, and devotion to a man who couldn’t care less about you.
So you had disguised yourself as an Undine, concealing your Nereid body in hopes of escaping his lustful gaze. In hopes of escaping your own degrading desires. You had successfully stayed under the radar, but you’d unfortunately caught his eye this evening. Your disguise inadvertently made you stand out amongst the others.
You prayed that he would not discover you. You prayed that he would not take you to his bed. And, most of all, you prayed that Aphrodite could make you forget your shameful desires for the cruel king.
XXX
Aphrodite had a cruel sense of humor.
You thought Poseidon would forget about you after you served him his potion, but he seemed to notice you more and more.
Some nights he’d interrogate you thoroughly before the rest of his court, bringing you to the verge of tears before dismissing you. Other nights he wouldn’t give you a fleeting glance. He was playing with you like a cat with a mouse. He was letting you know that no matter how far he’d let you stray, you were still his to toy with. He would remember you.
At first, he only tormented you during your duties in the dining hall. Then he progressed to “randomly” crossing your path in the hallways. He’d usually tear you from whatever you were doing and bring you into a tense conversation, trying to extract every little detail of your life. Other times, he’d simply pull you close, observe you closely, then walk away, leaving you bewildered.
This routine was especially disorienting. You were constantly on edge, constantly trying to come up with new lies to tell him to obscure your identity.
But he had confronted and interrogated you so so many times that you were growing inconsistent. You were getting lost in the lies you’d made up to obscure your identity. Everytime you stammered out the wrong thing, he’d smirk.
“You’re lying to me, little cupbearer,” he said, his steely eyes glinting down at you as he smirked.
You gulped, pressing yourself further into the wall as if it would let you escape.
“No matter, I’ll find out your secret soon enough,” he shrugged before strolling away, leaving you to quiver anxiously.
One fateful night, every lie you’d constructed finally came undone. You were happily walking with some Nereids towards the women’s bathhouse. One by one, you all began to file in. The second you stepped foot inside though, you felt a strong arm grab you and slam you into the wall, disorienting you.
You looked up to see Poseidon’s furious gaze boaring into you.
“What do you think you’re doing,” he hissed, pinning your shoulders to the wall. The Nereids around you were murmuring fearfully.
“You think you’re worthy of entering the female bathhouse, you lowly Undine?” He hissed.
“My Lord i-it’s not what you think!” You pleaded before shrieking as he punched his fist at the wall next to your head, splintering the marble.
The Nereids outside of the bathhouse squealed in fear as he did so.
He turned to glare at them, instantly silencing them all.
“You dare to sneak in and gaze at the women who belong to me?” Poseidon raised his brow. “You dare defile my nymphs? How long have you been doing this? How long have you been making a fool out of me?”
“My Lord, please let me explain-“
“Silence,” he commanded, practically paralyzing you with the wrath in his eyes. Before he could continue berating you, one of your Nereid friends interrupted.
“My lord, she’s not an Undine!” She squealed out.
Poseidon paused, blinking slowly as he processed these words.
“What?” He replied, perplexed.
“She’s a Nereid, like the rest of us!” She continued. “Please don’t hurt her, please-“
Your friend’s pleads were cut off as Poseidon’s trident speared through your neck.
You screamed in terror as you watched her innocent blood splatter your other friends and spill on the floor.
“My lord, why?!” You cried out.
“No one in my court lies to me and gets away with it,” Poseidon hissed.
“And you are no exception,” he snapped before dragging you into the bathhouse.
You tried to protest, but it was no avail. Poseidon was far stronger than you.
A commotion fell over the Nereids inside as Poseidon pulled you into the bathhouse.
“Lord Poseidon, what are you doing here-“ one of the eldest Nereids began to ask before Poseidon glared at her, effectively silencing her.
He grabbed the edge of your chlamys and chiton and tore it away, disrobing you in one smooth motion.
You trembled in fear as Poseidon examined your naked body. His eyes wandering from your breasts down to what lie between your thighs. He then wrenched your legs open, sliding two of his fingers between your embarrassingly wet labia. Your cheeks flamed hotly as he did so. Your legs shuddered as his middle finger brushed against your opening. He then trailed both of his fingers up to your clitoris, toying with it before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
You let out a shamefully load whine, your thighs trembling as he toyed with your clit. You embarrassingly groaned in protest when he pulled his hand away. He then hooked his left arm under your left knee, lifting it to wrench your leg open, exposing your wet cunt to the other Nereids.
You squealed in protest as he did so, as the others nymphs’ eyes widened in shock at the display.
“How many of you knew about this?” Poseidon demanded. “Of the fact that my cupbearer was truly a woman?”
None of the Nereids could look him in the eye.
He shook his head in frustration. With his right hand, he spread your labia apart, showing all the Nereids your entrance.
“You all hid this from me?” He demanded. “You dare to hide what is rightfully mine from me?”
He dropped your leg before spinning you around to face him.
“And you,” he hissed. “Why did you hide who you truly were from me.?”
“I was afraid…” you murmured, casting your eyes down.
“Of what?” He glared.
“You t-taking me…” you continued, your cheeks flaming as you admitted it.
His eyes grew colder. “Just what are you insinuating-“
You dared to cut him off as you uttered the truth you never wanted to admit:
“And that I’d like it.”
Poseidon looked down at his fingers that glistened with your wetness, the evidence of your shameful arousal clear to him.
He then smirked at you.
“I will take you, but your lies can not go unpunished,” Poseidon said.
He then turned his gaze towards the Nereids.
“As will the rest of you,” he warned.
The bathhouse doors slammed shut and locked.
“You can all watch as I have my way with her,” he smirked. “And witness just how much she likes it.”
XXX
You whined out in shameless pleasure as Poseidon bounced you up and down on his cock in front of all the other Nereids. They watched in abject fascination as your cunt eagerly sucked his cock in.
Though Poseidon had been merciful enough to finger you before fucking you, not even that could prepare you for the feeling of his cock inside of you. The tyrant king’s member was almost as thick as your forearm and just as long. Every single long, hard thrust stretched your pussy more than it had ever been stretched.
“Please, my lord, i-it’s too much!” You squealed. You cried out as he ignored your pleads, opting to rub your engorged clit with his middle finger instead.
“You have not earned a break,” he simply said, continuing to force you up and down on his cock.
Just as you’d feared, you enjoyed the way he used you. You enjoyed the way he took control. You enjoyed the way he treated you like nothing more than a toy.
You wailed as you felt an orgasm draw near.
“My lord, please! Please let me cu-cum to fruition!” You cried out, overstimulated tears beading at the corners of your eyes.
He groaned as he felt your cunt sieze against his cock. He had denied you so many orgasms. Even when he had fingered you to prepare you for his cock, he withdrew them before you could come to fruition. He was cruelly tormenting you for the way you’d lied to him. He savored the sound of each plead, cry, and whine, as you begged him to let you orgasm. Each and every time he denied you.
He sped up his movements, slamming his hips against yours with each and every thrust. As you grew closer, your wails of pleasure grew louder and louder.
“Oh gods, Lord Poseidon, I-“
Immediately, Poseidon lifted you off of his cock, leaving your cunt to squeeze around nothing as he denied you yet another orgasm.
He barked out a laugh at your frustrated cry.
“That’s what you get for lying to me,” he smirked. He then spun you around, pinning your torso against the edge of the pool before he raised your hips up into doggy style. He continued his thrusts, relishing as you began to cry out of frustration.
Admittedly, Poseidon was growing closer as well. The feeling of your tight, virgin cunt squeezing his cock, the sound of your begging, and having an audience of wide-eyed Nereids was ecstasy-inducing.
Maybe he’d make a habit out of this, of shamelessly putting you on display before everyone, showing everyone just how much you like it.
With that though on his mind, Poseidon slammed his hips into yours one last time before his release crashed over him.
He groaned as your tight walls milked his seed out of his cock. He stilled, taking a few deep breaths as you quivered beneath him, overstimulated yet sexually frustrated.
Poseidon had finished, yet you still hadn’t had your release.
You turned to face him with pleading eyes.
“My lord, can I…?”
“No,” Poseidon replied as he pulled out of your quaking cunt.
“What?” You whispered in disbelief.
“After hiding all of this from me, you are undeserving,” he shrugged. “But maybe next time.”
He strode out of the bath, making his clothes reappear as he did so. Poseidon looked back at the audience of Nereids.
“One of you better clean her up,” he ordered. “I expect to have wine with my dinner tonight.”
He unlocked the bath house doors after that. Most of the other Nereids scurried out in fear. The few left behind rushed to you, cleaning and comforting you.
You quivered in frustration and shock as you processed what had happened. Poseidon had stolen your virginity in front of all the other nymphs. He cruelly toyed with you and brought you to the brink of pleasure several times, yet ultimately denied you the greatest pleasure of all. Yet somehow you’d found enjoyment in it.
i have such a bad headache... like do u... like uhhhhh do you uh think they would make players sashimi for the vips? like what if inho gets to eat gihun that way (Credits to masked officer)🙏🙏🙏💅💅
Wait wait wait…HOLY—DEAD DOVE AHEAD! PLEASE READ THE TAGS!
Also last ask for the night! More tomorrow!!!
Ok so, while I don’t think I ho would EVER be ok with the masked officer or anyone killing Gihun (yes, I am ignoring season 3) that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t allow certain…things to happen to his favorite player.
Maybe as part of the "entertainment" the VIPs get to choose what players they want to eat, and the masked officer makes that happen. Inho was always curious about how it would taste but none of the players ever caught his eyes-until Gi-hun. When he laid eyes on Gihun, he knew he wanted a taste of him-metaphorically AND figuratively.
So when Gihun's little rebellion failed? That was his chance. He had the guards knock Gihun out and take him to the masked officer and his specialized team on the island. There, the masked officer takes great pleasure in cutting off one of Gihun's legs and cutting out a chunk of meat from one of his thighs. As soon as the "meat" is cut, he takes the cuts to the chef so that he can prepare it for Inho.
While Gihun is kept in an isolate room to recover, his wrists and other leg tied down to the bed, Inho is served sashimi and a "beef tartar" made from Gihun's flesh. He savors each and every bite, barely dipping them in any sauce, practically vibrating from how delicious the other man taste.
He tells the masked officer that he did a good job and to compliment the chef who prepared Gihun for him. He also told the masked officer that once Gihun could be moved, to move him to Inho's private quarters because Inho would like to continue "tasting" his favorite player...
And when Gihun woke up, missing one of his legs from the knee down and missing a chunk out of one of his thighs, and the frontman standing in front of him, telling Gihun that he tasted divine? And when the frontman took off his mask, revealing himself to be Youngil and offering Gihun a taste of himself?
Gihun would know that there was definitely a fate worst than death on that island.
