summary: you have been promoted within the police headquarters, and your new position is the assistant of none other than Leon S. Kennedy. the ever alluring man has you weak in the knees.
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
word count: 9.9k
warnings: smut, boss x employee, very brief mention of smoking, very vague drug mention.
a/n: yay i’m posting it :3 using this photo cause i couldn’t stop thinking of noir leon while writing this (brainrot) i didn’t originally intend for this to be so long but here we are… this was different than what i’m used to writing but it was so much fun! already in the process of a second fic! enjoy yall
summary: you were simply a crow and nina’s closest friend, but kaz doesn’t understand why he feels the need to be near you or protect you when you can protect yourself; he is closed off and unreadable, and he couldn’t articulate his feelings properly, until you were hurt on the job.
warnings: the normal six of crows shenanigans.
author’s note: a reposted fic. do not copy, post on another site, translate or claim any of my works as your own or you will be reported!nav.
Kaz Brekker did not make mistakes. He was a thief, not a fool, the Dregs’ leader, and Ketterdam’s most notorious man. He had a sharp intellect and was astute; no one ventured to cross him out of fear, or they were rational enough not to.
warnings: explicit content mdni, afab!reader, bratty!reader, dom!diluc, he’s a bit feral your honour, rough sex, fingering, still pretty lovey dovey bc im a softie
diluc wasn’t an idiot. he couldn’t not notice the longing glances you gave him when you thought he couldn’t see you. he also couldn’t dismiss your not so subtle touches. you had a habit of tapping the small of his back gently to get his attention, wide eyes blinking up at him innocently, a “master diluc?” falling from your lips in that breathless tone that told him plainly what you wanted. but he never acted on it, even if every instinct within him longed for him to bend you roughly over his desk and fuck a few more “master diluc”’s out of you, until it was all you were capable of saying, until your legs trembled so much you could no longer support yourself, until your bratty mind had been fucked into docility and you were truly his. he was rough by nature, worn at the edges and brutal, but despite his longing, he didn’t want that for you. you deserved someone far better, someone untarnished and whole.
it wouldn’t take much to break this feeble wall he put up though. you made your move after a particularly long and exhausting night at the tavern, distracting him with paperwork long enough to ensure you were alone together. a casual brush of your soft hands against his knuckles startled him. “you really should rest master diluc, you work yourself too hard” you crooned as his head flicked up, eyes sweeping the room as he saw you had cornered him.
you rounded the desk slowly to stand next to him, allowing your bare thigh to graze his side. diluc swallowed. “i’m fine, thankyou for your concern.” he said brusquely, knowing that you were trying to provoke a reaction, knowing he needed to stay calm, and hating the feeling of the hot flush creeping up his neck. he couldn’t do it, he was a gentleman, you were too good. but as you bent down to put you mouth next to his ear, so close he could feel your shaking breath, clearly impressed by your own daring, he crumbled. “are you sure? i can he-“ your teasing words of concern were cut off as he stood suddenly, towering over you, his face so close your noses brushed. you let out a small squeak at this sudden change in atmosphere and backed away but diluc wasn’t letting you get away that easily.
he moved with you, stalking you down until your back was again his office wall. your eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and arousal as he pinned you in. “well,” he murmured, ducking down to whisper directly in your ear, “isn’t this what you wanted?” he didn’t like to admit just how much it encouraged him when you quivered under him. all you were capable of producing was a small spluttering sound, excuses on the tip of your tongue but diluc silenced them with one look. he watched as your shoulders drooped, eyes downcast as the fight in you died. “y-yes.” you mumbled to the floor, cheeks flushing. he remained quiet, letting the silence stretch as you began to squirm beneath him, clearly begging for a response, desperate of an acknowledgement of your vulnerability. he waited.
you raised your head, a fiery indignant glare in your eyes, the brattiness returned. before you could speak however diluc slid a large hand behind your head and closed the distance between you. the kiss was bruising, all consuming, a culmination of all the moments he had longed for this. you whimpered into his mouth, seemingly uncontrollably as you grasped at the front of his shirt. it didn’t matter he had you pinned to a solid wall, your knees seemed likely to give way at any second. diluc ran his callused hands through the hair at the nape of your neck and felt a gentle sigh against his lips. he was so close to you, thigh lodged in between your legs just to keep you upright and yet he craved more.
dropping his free hand to your thigh, he dipped his fingers under your skirt. even in this state, his lust-addled brain registered he needed to prep you before things progressed. you were saying something to him in between kisses, gasping for air as you pleaded for him, but it fell on deaf ears. your underwear was in his way. in one swift movement he yanked at the soaked gusset until the sound of ripping fabric rent the air. you went completely silent against him, and diluc finally allowed you to fully break away from him. you panted, trying to regain yourself as diluc started pressing gentle kisses to your neck and jaw.
he dropped the ruined fabric in his hand. in your head, the sound of the wet material hitting the floor was far too loud, and your face burned with humiliation, but diluc was too far gone to notice your embarrassment. now unimpeded, his hand ran up your bare thigh. “please,” he heard him self say in a low, desperate voice so unlike his usual measured one, “please let me.” you shuddered, the realisation that the diluc ragnvindr was begging you too much to comprehend. “i-“ you began in a shaky voice that was a poor attempt at your usual bravado, but diluc raised his head to look directly at you. his eyes were no longer hungry and domineering, but glazed over, the pupils so dilated that the red of his iris was barely visible in the half light. he seemed so desperate.
“yes.” you murmured, your needy gaze meeting his. diluc briefly pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before resting his head in the crook of your neck, as he finally brushed his fingers over your drenched cunt. you jolted, a “master diluc” falling from your lips before you could stop yourself. he had to bite back a grin.
he could feel just how wet you were, practically dripping down your thighs just at his teasing. he ran one finger through your glistening folds, up from your twitching hole up to your clit. you were whining, squirming under his grasp at the lack of stimulation but he didn’t care. he wanted to take his time with you. lowering a hand to keep your hips still, he pressed his thumb down insistently on your swollen clit and you practically wailed, a babble of “please”’s and “master diluc”. he started with slow rough circles over the bud, letting the rest of his fingers rub ever so gently up and down over your slit, groaning deeply at how quickly you soaked them.
he slid a finger in, painfully slowly. you couldn’t help it as a small squeak escaped you. his one finger was so thick compared to your own, the worn calluses brushing against your soft pulsating walls as he stretched you out, so so slowly. his breathing was heavy, trying to restrain himself. he didn’t want to break you just yet. it seemed to stretch on forever as he pumped that one finger in and out of your cunt, the lewd squelching sounds making you whine and wriggle and you mindlessly grinded down on his palm, a string of babbling pleas almost constant on the air and archon was diluc’s restrain cracking.
his nails on your hip were digging in, leaving crescent moons on your skin as he internally fought to stay gentle but he knew he didn’t have long. hurriedly, he pushed another finger in beside the first but met no resistance, moving faster, and you let out a broken moan into his ear, you head falling to his shoulder, glazed with sweat. your thighs were twitching with the strain, diluc was supporting your weight almost entirely against him as you panted pathetically. “d-diluc,” you half sobbed, honorifics forgotten as you began to shake. he had tried, he really had tried to be a gentleman, but as you clamped down on his fingers, moaning his name brainlessly as you came, he gave up trying to be gentle.
you were still shuddering with the after shocks and didn’t register the clinking of dilucs belt. with his body temporarily off your own, you slid down the wall a little, your trembling legs unbalanced. before you could rest on the cool floor however, hands slid under your thighs, lifting you and slamming bodily back against the wall. your cry of surprise wasn’t heard by diluc, as he raised you high enough to wrap your shaking legs around his middle. balancing you with one arm around the backs of your thighs, diluc adjusted himself just enough to allow his achingly hard cock free from the confines of his trousers. he pumped himself once, spreading a bead of precum before glancing up at you. you looked absolutely debauched, you eyes glossy and half lidded, face glistening and flushed red as you panted for air but you had dully registered what he was about to do. you began babbling again as diluc lifted your thighs higher almost resting on his shoulders, spreading you out like a common whore. he tuned out your cries that he wasn’t going to fit and that you had just come, grinding back and forth against your wet folds until he was satisfied it was enough.
“be good for me” was all the warning he gave you before he began to push into you, and this time he was not slow.
you let out sharp cry as he bottomed out in you, clutching desperately to the back of his shirt as he split you open. your vision went fuzzy as you moaned brokenly. no amount of prep could’ve been enough for how stretched out you felt, full to the brim. diluc wasn’t coping much better. he groaned loudly as your walls clamped down on him, so warm, so wet he could feel his sanity ebbing away. “hng-need you to relax.” he grunted, sweat slicked forehead on your shoulder as he caught his breath in gasps. you weren’t listening, already so drunk on his cock he doubted you could hear a word he was saying. he dug his nails into your leg hard enough to pierce skin and you wailed, releasing him from your vice like grip long enough for him to pull out halfway and slam back in. you moaning in unison, holding onto each other like one of you might run away.
diluc started a relentless rhythm, too rough and too fast to start but judging by your cries you weren’t complaining. with each thrust, you were almost bounced up the wall only for him to pull you down harshly back onto his cock. tears pricked in your eyes as he pounded you, so aggressive it should’ve hurt but you were enjoying yourself far too much to care. your hands carded senselessly through his hair, scratching at his scalp with your nails as he fucked your brain to mush, and diluc moaned unrestrainedly at the feeling. he felt out of control, almost carnal as he indulged himself in you, for once not holding back at all as he pounded all the reason he had out of his head and into your greedy cunt. you had tears running down your face now, you eyes unfocused as it all became too much, and archons, you were such a pretty crier. your moans were intermingled with sobs as diluc forced your legs higher, folding you in half, knowing he didn’t have long but determined he was going to make the most of it.
in this position, you felt even tighter around him, sucking him in insatiably as he continually hit that spot inside of you that made your legs shudder in his hands. your wailing cries were increasing in pitch, your whole body twitching as you got closer and closer. diluc was panting now, his own arms shaking from the strain of keeping you both up. he felt hot tremors up his legs as he clung to rationality. in the brief moment before he fell completely off the edge, he raised his head just enough to meet your eyes.
you looked a mess, face soaked with tears, lips bitten and wet with saliva, but your eyes were needing, a silent plea. he pressed a messy kiss to your lips. it was the final push you needed to fall completely as you wailed brokenly into his mouth as you came again, squeezing him so hard he saw white. swearing loudly he let out an embarrassingly high pitched moan, biting down hard on your shoulder to muffle his voice as he emptied into you. diluc couldn’t focus on your cry of pain but he felt you go limp in his arms, finally docile. his legs felt weak and he let you both slide down to the blissfully cool floor. neither of you said anything as you caught your breath, clinging on to each others shaking bodies.
❧ ; SYNOPSIS.he’s loyal and you play games, he loves you and you’re too afraid. you’re polar opposites and yet neither of you can stay away.
❧ ; cpu characters.chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader.
❧ ; word count.4.4k.
❧ ; genre + rating.fwb!au, angst, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!
❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution!!characters are in their twenties, heavy smut, angst, toxic relationships, mentions of weed, mentions of blood, high sex, unprotected sex, oral sex ( fem!receiving ) fingering, choking, marking, spanking.
❧ ; streamer commentary.waa this is super late but this is my contribution to @keizos / @ineuii ‘s scorpio season collab. i hope i managed to do it justice and i had a lot of fun writing fuyu !! <3 m.list. + tip jar.
there’s a song on the radio that you seem to know, ruby lined lips wrapped around a rolled joint hum along to the slow roll of R&B that purrs through the speakers of chifuyu’s bmw— he doesn’t know it, the song, nor does he care to, hyper fixated on the heat of your presence by his side and the softness of your voice as you exhale lyrics intertwined with smoke into his car.
the bass vibrates against his spine through expensive leather seats and he can’t tell if it’s the cause of his heart rattling around in the cavity of his chest or if it’s you you and the slow drags you take whatever it is you smoke and the o-shape of your lips as a puffy cloud fills the air. chifuyu doesn’t know the song, but it’s what you like and it’s always about what you like.
DISCLAIMER: Anything marked M for Mature has sexual, explicit content. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age. All works of fiction are marked with a rating for a reason.
Synopsis: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone. Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.
Genre: friends with benefits!AU + friends to lovers!AU
Synopsis:
It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.
Synopsis:
There are some beings in the world who can walk in both this one and the next. They exist on two planes – one, the concrete land of buildings and people; the other, a shadowy landscape of dreams and blurred reality. Everyone thought they disappeared though, everyone thought they were gone. You thought this as well, until you began having the dreams.
Synopsis:
As the sole princess to the Province of Dietas, you have been engaged since your birth to a man you don’t love. When a goddess intervenes and offers you sanctity, you take her up on the offer without asking questions. Your newfound freedom comes at a cost, however, when the situation spirals and the trials begin. Men are demanded to race for your hand and if they lose, they must die. Even this, you are resigned to, until he appears. Until Jimin walks into the ring and declares himself a competitor.
Synopsis:
As the rightful Queen to your nation, you have always known you one day must marry. Each time the question has arisen in the past, you have found legitimate reasons to turn the men down. Until now, that is. Until the proposal of a distant King, one whose union would only bring benefit to your people. Except for the fact, that your heart has already been taken by his proposer.
Synopsis:
Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.
Genre: Office!AU + comedy + told entirely through correspondence
Synopsis: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence.
Genre: Arranged Marriage!AU + part of the Bound series
Synopsis: Jimin has been your best friend forever, your betrothed for just as long. When you decide to leave all that and venture out on your own - what happens to the two of you?
Synopsis:
You, a foul-mouthed photographer. Jimin, the star right wing of your college’s hockey team. When, as punishment, you’re assigned to cover a story on him for the paper, it might be the worst thing to happen to you since unsliced bread. Or… maybe not.
Genre: friends to lovers + threesome (feat. Jungkook)
Synopsis:
Jimin and you are always flirty. When his childhood friend, Jungkook, visits, they show they’ve always been competitive. What happens, then, when both of them set their sights on you?
Synopsis:
In the dystopian world of Farcia, people wear glasses which allow them to filter reality. These glasses change perception; they allow people to only see only what you want to show. What happens then, when you decide to take them off?
⇁ smut, slight humor, drama || brother’s best friend!au
⇁ public indecency, dirty talk, a lot of teasing, jimin’s porn preferences, and boobs
⇁ 6.3k
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The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.
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alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??
title: detours, aka the extended version of drivers license pairing: park jimin x reader genre: idiots to lovers, brother’s best friend!au, college!au, angst, romance, smut word count: 13.8k prompt: in drivers license, you think park jimin is out of reach. in detours, jimin feels like he can’t reach you. warnings: um jm masturbates ig, oc got insecurities, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, 18+ stuff basically a/n: it only took about 3 months. hope i don’t disappoint you guys ♡ also i bolded angst bc it may be kinda sorta sad idk (also i don’t proofread my smut scenes so don’t come @ me)
Park Jimin was your first heartbreak.
The yellowish tinge street light that shines on his car alone, parked on the side of the road by his home gives the perfect view of him. He still looks handsome under the mustard-like illumination; ugly saturated colors didn’t alter his beauty, leaving him remaining flawless as ever. But the lovely boy isn’t what your eyes are drawn to, no, it’s the Aphrodite that occupies the passenger seat that captures your attention.
title: driver’s license pairing: park jimin & reader genre: angst-ish, coming-of-age, one-sided!au, brothersbestfriend!au word count: 3.8k+ prompt: park jimin is your brother’s best friend that you’ve been crushing on since… forever.
a/n: heh, a shortie to get the juices flowing. enjoy! + detours, the continuation
