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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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— joel miller x fem!reader

— warnings: explicit content minors dni, smutttt, dirty talk, very minimal plot sorry not sorry, swearing, needles, mention of injuries/cuts

— a/n: happy tlou release week!! this is set in jackson between the first and second game, i wrote the first part before i saw the show but just imagine with me okay. and it’s literally just bc i saw joel in that denim shirt and went yeah… i wanna fuck him in that. lmao. also dedicated to @everybirdfellsilent because we have been waiting for this show for so long and it’s finally here and oaoxosoxosox. wow.

You hadn’t asked for much.

It was a simple fix, you were sure of it. Yes, you don’t know anything about how to fix hinges, nor do you have any clue about how you broke it in the first place. Either way, it’s just a few screws and a metal piece, so was it really that hard to find five minutes to fix it?

Leading another one of the horses into the stable, you pointedly step over the gate that now lays on the floor, too heavy for you to move it. The horse tramples it, of course, which is why you had asked for someone to come and fix it before the horses were brought back in from patrol. Clearly, no one gave a shit about your question, but you know they’d all be the first to complain if it was their horse that got out through a broken gate.

It was late now, anyways. Too late for you to get anyone out, and even with the safety of Jackson’s walls keeping you blocked off from the outside world, being out at night still freaked you. When you finally got the horse in your hand settled and fed, you promptly sat yourself on the floor of the stable. Without the front gate, it wasn’t safe to leave the horses alone. With your luck, they’d get spooked and run all the way through town, and the last thing you needed was more reason for the people in here to look at you.

It wasn’t that you weren’t liked— you just kept to yourself. This life was hard enough as it is, and you didn’t see the point in making friends when in five years this place would probably be full of strangers. People die every day out here, you knew that too well. You wanted to save yourself the heartache wherever you could.

All that anti social behaviour certainly didn’t win you any favours though— hence the still broken door. You loved it— you were good with horses, having lived in a farm before the outbreak, so you decided to volunteer to help in the stables, but it was hard work sometimes. It kept you busy enough, though, and horses never wanted to make conversation, so… win-win.

There was only one problem with working in here. Truthfully, it wasn’t so much as a problem and more of a chronic condition. At least, that’s the way it felt every time Joel Miller made some kind of appearance. Most people just left the horses tied up out front for you to take care of, but Joel seemed to enjoy the peace the stable provided— that and you never talked much, which seemed to work for him. On the days he’d come back from patrol, the two of you would share a few hushed conversations as you worked and he hid from the rest of Jackson, and then you’d fall into a comfortable silence, sometimes for hours at a time.

Weeks had passed like this, and every single day you got a little bit more interested in who the man really was, other than his clear infatuation with his horse. Right when he came in would be the time you talked the most, after about forty minutes it would get too busy and you’d work until the sun set. But those forty minutes started to stretch a little longer, and he seemed to gain interest in you, too. Maybe you were grasping at straws, but hearing Joel’s low voice rumble a few more words every time he spoke to you was doing wonders for your self esteem, and even you couldn’t deny the way your face warmed when he smiled at you.

“Hey, you still— damn. What happened here?” Joel calls from the gaping hole that is the stable door, and only because it’s his voice calling you do you look up.

“It’s been broken all day. I asked someone to fix it, but…” You shrug, sighing and leaning your head back on the small gate that was the only thing holding the horse behind you from leaping out down the main street. “I guess they had other shit to do. I can’t move it on my own.”

Joel considers you for a second, how your frame is backed against the gate, conveniently placed at the closest point to the open door. Then, he looks back to the door on the ground, and back up to you. He smirks.

“So you were plannin’ on sitting in here all night?” The weight of the day makes your shoulders slump forward, and for the first time you really consider your plan. “You gonna body check a horse when he makes a run for it?”

“Okay, it was a dumb plan. But, it’s that or let them all out and get stuck cleaning up the bar floor or something.” He smiles again, the setting sun behind him washing over his shoulders in a pretty orange colour. A tilt of his head in your direction has you standing up, taking the lead of his horse that he offers to you.

“You take him, I’ll go get my tools. Fix it up before sun down.” Before you can protest or tell him he doesn’t have to, he’s walking off to the right up the hill where his house sits.

You’d always been a bit jealous of the spot his house is. It’s far away enough from everyone that you get some real privacy, but close to the stables if you need a quick exit. He had a porch, too. One you spent a little too much of your time staring at during your work hours, when he spent his off days strumming a guitar right in your line of sight. He was just… peaceful to observe. He brought a calm to you that no one else seemed to be able to do, almost enough that you could forget about the world outside and just exist in that little bubble for a while.

You lead Joel’s horse inside, hearing it trample the door again, and hang up his saddle next to the stable. Joels horse is much like him— quiet unless provoked. You found it out the hard way when you first led it in with a routinely aggressive horse, thinking it’s demeanour would calm him down. The next morning you woke up to two very angry horses and a half bent gate of steel.

“Saved you your favourite spot.” You say to his horse, Old Beardy. You never asked how Joel picked the name, but for some reason it worked so well— at least, he was definitely older than most. “See? He’s right up there.”

The stable at the back was angled just right so that the small window at the height of a horses head pointed directly towards Joel’s porch. Not close enough to see anything other than the outside, but enough that you know it’s there. You don’t come in here often, Joel always taking his own horse in, but when you do you can’t help but notice the instant calming effect it has on Beardy— you might have more in common with this horse than half the people in Jackson.

When you find your way back to the front, Joel’s footsteps are trudging back down the hill. You’ll be fairly useless as anything other than company while he fixes the door, but you can’t seem to stop your heart from racing a million miles a minute as he gets closer and closer. Yes, he makes you forget about everything on the outside, but that’s mainly due to how insane he drives you. All those conversations in the stables and too long looks in town are just all too consuming, and now, when you see him come into sight, you have to put some physical difference between him and you.

“You don’t have to, Joel. Really, I’m sure someone’ll—“

“No, they won’t. Knowin’ the people around here, you’ll be sleepin’ on the floor till next year.” He bends down, and you drop yourself back to the floor and stare in some kind of mesmerised silence as he runs his hands over the broken hinges of the door.

In a few passing thoughts you’d never admit to yourself, you have an obsession with his hands. He was just so…capable. He could do so many things so easily— and some kind of backward wire in your brain fizzled with electricity at the sight of him in his element. He starts fiddling with tools, first starting to remove the broken hinge, muscles flexing as he tears off the old bolts.

“What happened?” He says, the words muffled by the screwdriver in his mouth.

“I have no clue. When I woke up this morning it was blown in. I spent a good hour trying to move it but it’s so—“ With one arm, he pulls it up to stand vertical, a fist wrapping around the edge of the gate. It doesn’t even look like he tried. “—heavy.”

“Come ‘ere and hold it straight.” He says, keeping one arm out in front of him, the other still holding the door up. “I won’t let it fall. Come on.”

“Like this?” You say, staring down at him as you finally reach the door and take a little bit of the weight. He flicks his eyes up, nodding and shifting on his knees to get a better angle on the door.

“Perfect.” He says softly, looking up at you for another split second before clearing his throat and screwing on a new hinge.

“You really didn’t have to do this, but thank-you.” Joel shakes his head, his fingers fiddling with a latch.

“Least I can do. Everyone should be up here helpin’ you anyways.” He stands up, and with only a barrier the width of a gated door, you can feel his body heat keeping you warm when he towers over you. “Keep holding it still.”

“Yeah.” You manage, eyes fluttering closed. “People help, though.”

“Oh, I bet.” He says, sarcasm dripping off his words as he laughs dryly.

“They do! Sometimes… I mean, it’s not their fault. I’m kind of a hermit up here. I don’t really make an effort, so I can’t blame them.” He stops working, his knuckles white over the railing of the gate, and looks to you.

“You’ve trained all these new horses to track better than those guys ever could. They’d die out there without ‘em. Carl doesn’t know his left from right— he got lost eight times last patrol. It’s cause of your horses he got back safe.” Joel’s face is more serious, his eyes sharp but still with a hint of softness that he often looks at you with. “Doesn’t matter if you ain’t makin’ friends. This ain’t middle school, and people should be helpin’ you no matter what. Least of all fixing a door.”

“That’s why I keep you around, Joel.” You smile lightly, his voice getting lower the angrier he gets.

“Good. You tell me next time, and I’ll come round and help. Avoid the whole town all together.” You hum, letting go of the gate as he hauls it up in the air and shuffled backward, setting it against the hinges. “How do you know so much about horses?”

“I lived on a farm, way back when. Besides, they’re easy to navigate once you get to know them.” Joel puts the screwdriver back in his mouth, and you can’t help but stare at him. The small scars on his face, peppered around his cheeks. Some are older, worn and faded, while the one across his nose is new. It’s not even scarred yet, still fresh

“You okay?” He says softly, tilting his head.

“Your face.” His eyebrows furrow, and you shake your head. “Sorry. You… did something happen on patrol? You have a cut—“

“Just a few clickers. Real old, hauled up in a caravan out west. Nothing we couldn’t handle.” The door drops into place, and he swings it out towards him. It sounds less squeaky than it usually did. “Good as new.”

“You should clean it.” You say, worry edging in your voice. “If it was clickers.”

“I’m fine.” He shrugs it off.

“Come on. It’s the least I can do. I have a first aid kit in the back, and then we can call it even.” He relents, locking the door behind him and stepping further into the stables. “Sit. I’ll get the kit.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You can hear a small smirk on his voice, and you roll your eyes, turning around to find the kit. “Why you got a first aid kit in here anyways?”

“You’re using it now, aren’t you?” You turn around, raising your eyebrows. “You’d be surprised how many people come here before going to medical. I started to stock up a little, do what I can. It’s not much, but I can clean it off and do some botched stitches until they see a real doctor.”

“And none of those guys came up to fix the god damn door?” He was getting angry again, and you tried to ignore the shiver that went up your spine when he spoke like that.

He was sitting on a small stool, putting him about waist height. When you stepped closer, shuffling your feet on the floor, he tilted his head up. His open legs invited you closer, nearly drawing you in with a magnetic field he was completely unaware of.

Armed with a cotton ball and disinfectant, your fingers were light enough to breeze along his jaw to hold him in place. He stares up at you, watching your eyes as they flit between the cut on his nose and his wandering gaze. His face is warm when you work up the courage to place your palm on his cheek, thumb gently smoothing over the salt and pepper flecks of his beard. He doesn’t flinch away when you press the cotton ball to his face, swiping across the bridge of his nose.

“Does it hurt?” You whisper, feeling the need to keep your voice low.

“No.” He does the same, the heat of his body making you shuffle slightly closer. His hands are in fists on his knees, like he’s straining to keep himself still. “Told you it was fine.”

“And I told you I wanted to help.” When you’re satisfied with the results, you take a fresh cotton pad and dry it up. “You might need stitches. It’s deep.”

“Go on.” He says, and you lean back, eyes wide.

“You want me to stitch your face together?”

“Good practise, and I trust you.” The simple words have your heart slamming against your rib cage, but instead of showing it you kneel in between his legs and search the contents of the kit for a needle.

“If I mess up your face, you knew what you signed up for.” When you find what you’re looking for, you straighten, Joel’s face is right in front of you. It takes you a second to realise just how close he is, and the position isn’t lost on him either. It’s probably the most emotive you’ve seen him, his jaw going tight from how hard he’s biting down.

“It’s already messed up. You’re fine.” He manages, his voice strained.

“Hold still.” Whispering the words, you lean closer and bring the needle to his skin. His eyes close, and it’s when you press the point into his nose that his hands shoot out in front of him, holding your hips gently.

“Sorry. Shit—“

“It’s fine. Are you okay?” He grunts in a way you think is affirming, so you keep threading the needle. You only need one stitch for a spot this small. “Your face isn’t messed up.”

“Huh?”

“It’s not. Messed up.” You feel his thumbs stroke along the bone of your hip just once before he stills again. You tie off the stitch, and his eyes open. “There. You’re pretty again.”

Your breathing was rapid even though you didn’t have a true reason for it, but neither of you moved. His hands— strong and so fucking capable, holding you still on your knees in front of him. His eyes were pools, inviting you in with a gleam of something shiny, and where you were nearly gasping he was calm and collected. In his element, like he was right where he should be.

The whole stable was a dull orange now, the colours dusting through the strands of Joel’s hair. It’s never really sitting right, wind whipping it out of control on patrol, but you have the urge to run your hands through it anyway. You let yourself explore one small piece of him, like he has to you, and your fingertips run back over the shell of his ear, tangling in his hair. He sucks in a short breath, leaning into the hold of your hand.

“Joel.” You say, voice so soft he would of never heard you if you weren’t so close, but you call for him and he leans closer. Your foreheads nearly touch, and his hands tighten their hold on you.

“Thank you, darlin’.” You sigh deeply, unable to keep yourself upright at the nickname. It rings through you, his accent strong and adding an entire other layer to why he’s so easy to fall into. You don’t even really notice how dark it’s gotten— you usually have sprinted home by now. But Joel’s here, and with him this close, you can’t think of anything else. He leans closer, and your eyes flutter closed.

“Can I kiss you?” He says, the brush of his lips against yours sending a tidal wave of need from your head to your feet.

“Only if you hurry up.” You answer helplessly, voice cracking, and he smiles against you and finally brings his mouth to yours.

It’s anything but calm. That peaceful energy of the stables is completely shattered and sorted into something electrical and sizzling. He yanks you forward, bodies pressing together as you use the leverage of your hand fisted in his hair to kiss him harder and deeper. It doesn’t take long before his tongue is swiping along your bottom lip, seeking permission.

You let him in— you’d let him do whatever he asked for if he kept pouring himself into you like this. He tasted good, which should be impossible but when you’ve been starved of something for this long it doesn’t matter what he does it’s just that he’s giving it to you. He moves his hands to the small of your back, pressing your hips right in the middle of his open legs, his other hand on the back of your head.

You feel him groan when you press together, the sound waking up parts of you that had been dormant for far too long. It was like he had access to each nerve in your body, and every little sound or touch had them blaring red and sparking.

“Fuck, darlin’. Come closer.” He groans into your mouth before kissing you again. You smile for a moment, not entirely sure how you could get any closer, and then it’s wiped off when he hauls you upward, hooking your legs around his waist on the stool. “Yeah. Right here.”

Your arms cling around his neck, his own searching up and down your body. Your shirt rides up with the movements and you moan every time he grazed along your skin. There’s something equally hard and soft about his hands— rough from years of work but soft with the way they hold you up, how they’re careful not to dip too low or high. You arch your back, giving him wordless permission, and he groans into your mouth again.

At some point you have to breath— both of you gasping for air in the quiet of the darkened stables. He brings his hands to your face, holding you against his forehead so he can look into your eyes. He was smiling too— like actually smiling, not that half smirk you’ve seen so often.

“What are we doin’?” He laughs, kissing you again.

“I don’t know, but can we keep going somewhere that doesn’t smell like horse shit?” You whisper and he laughs again. It’s sounds so good— like the sound of the beginning of your favourite song. It makes your heart sing, melting you into the tune. “Please, Joel. I really want…”

“Tell me, baby.” He moves, angles your head with swift moves of his fingers so he can kiss you lower. Under your jaw, and then he drags his mouth down, along your neck, teeth nipping softly… “Fuck knows I wanna hear you say it.”

“You. I really want you.” He hums against your skin, one arm hooking under your ass as he stands easily. You squeal, muffling the sound in the mop of hair on his head. As you walk outside, there’s only a few people still mulling around, and they turn their heads towards you when they hear your soft laughter mixed with Joel’s— two sounds that seem to alarm them more than clickers.

For the first time since you’d been here, you really don’t care if people are looking at you, or what they’re saying. When Joel locks the gate behind you and slides you down his chest to let your feet touch the floor, you are reminded once again of his ability to remove every single thought from your mind except him. Just him, and his hands on your hips, spinning you around and leading you up the hill towards his house. How every so often he’ll bend down, pressing his lips lightly to the back of your neck, and how you can feel his smile on your skin.

He guides you easily, your body on auto pilot to his small gestures, and when you finally rush up the few steps of his porch— one you’ve spent way too much time staring at from afar, you’re both attached to each others face like horny teenagers. He fumbles with the doors lock, jamming keys with aggressive force while his other hand stays soft and sweet on your waist, holding you against him. When the door gives out behind you he never lets you stumble, taking you in his stride with practised precision. You’ve seen the inside of his house, but never the layout, so as he guides you blindly through the hallway, your shut eyes and occupied mouth never see it coming when you fall backwards onto a bed.

“Let me take this off.” He mumbles against your lips, tugging at your shirt and jacket. In a tangle of limbs you both shove at the material, finally hooking it over your head. He presses you flat against the mattress again, hanging over you and running his hands up and down your sides in long, soothing strokes. “God damn gorgeous.”

“Your turn.” The blaze in his eyes dulls slightly at your comment, and he just bends to kiss you again. He links your hands in his own, pulling you away from where they were tugging at his shirt. “Joel.”

“Nothin’ there you wanna see, baby. Just let me look at you.” As sweet as his voice sounds, and as much as you want him to continue, you pull away from his greedy mouth.

“Please take your fucking shirt off.” You say harshly, biting at his bottom lip hard enough for his eyes to open again. He looks over you, taking in the sight of you under him with your arms pinned above your head, back arched towards him. He’s clearly contemplating how difficult it would be to ignore you, smirking a little when he looks up at your hands again.

“Or what? You gonna make me stop?” He kisses under your jaw, his free hand skating along your side, only stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your jeans. When he hears you gasp as his hand disappears under the fabric, he laughs. “Nah, you won’t make me stop. Want it just as bad as I do, don’t you?”

“But I want—“

“Shh, shh. I’ll give you what you want.” His mouth his dizzying— words and movements hot against your skin as his hand bypasses your underwear and drags slow circles against your clit, immediately drawing his name from your lips again. “There you go, darlin’. Feels good?”

“God— yeah, faster. Please.” Your chest was rising and falling so fast, trying to pull the air he was punching out of your lungs with every quick movement of his fingers. He hums at the praise, and you feel him shift above you, sitting up so he could slip one finger inside of you. “Fuck, Joel!”

“I know, baby.” He tilts his head up to kiss you again, tongue matching the fast and unpredictable pace of his hand. You can feel it building— pleasure rippling up your spine and fizzing low in your stomach, and your hands tug under Joel’s unrelenting grip.

He seems to forget he was meant to be holding you, his groans and concentration all focused on the way he was fucking you with his hand, so he lets you go, his hand going to hold your face. It makes you smile under him, but it quickly gets lost when you moan his name again, rolling your hips against him.

Now your hands are free, you have a moment of clarity when your eyes flutter open and see him staring at you; eyes flitting between your face and your chest. You want to have that— to see skin you’ve only thought about in the late hours of the night when you were alone, never admitting it to yourself when you woke the next day. You grab onto the hem of his shirt, ripping the denim up as far as you can, getting your hands on the bare skin of his back.

He doesn’t help you— too obsessed with the way you are writhing and moaning so loud the poeple down the street will know what your doing. Neither of you care about anything else than this, right here, and the fiery hot spark that’s lighting you up inside.

“Shirt, Joel.” You tug at the collar, then card your fingers through his hair and pull. He grumbles something, and then you whimper when his hand leaves you and he sits up on his knees. He was out of breath, towering over you and keeping you caged underneath him as he tore the shirt over his head and threw it behind him. When he leans back down, he doesn’t give you the time to admire him that you’d like, but you take what he gives you. He shoves your own jeans down, shaking them off you in one tug, and your eyes hardly have time to open before you feel the backs of your calves press against the flexing muscles of his bare shoulders.

“Perfect.” He says, speech almost slurred, and the look he gives you reminds you of the one he gave you in the barn. Before you can think enough on it, both of his hands hold your hips down and he gives you one last look before he buried his face in your pussy.

It doesn’t take much to have you screaming his name again, that sweet hot pleasure that was building so quickly comes rushing back with the wet heat of his mouth. He eats you out like he’s fucking hungry for it— pulling borderline shouts from deep in your chest, like something is bashing against your ribcage, only awoken by his complete and utter devotion. His tongue swirls and fingers curl, and you lose sense of direction, clawing at his hair and feeling his groan when you pull him into you.

There’s no where to go, stuck under his weight as he dives into your taste, at his mercy entirely. It was so different to see him undone— a sight you wouldn’t be able to forget next time he came into the stables all soft eyes and short words. No, here he was holding your eye contact, groaning your name as if you were the one doing this to him. He gave you no choice but to hurtle towards the edge of consciousness, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold out under him much longer.

“Joel. Joel— fuck.” His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently while his fingers curl inside you in a spot that has you seeing stars. “Oh, god—“

He doesn’t say anything when you cum, just groans into your pussy as he guides you through it. He sets pace and intensity, both of which are hard and almost unbearable, and he only drags himself away when you beg him to. Your legs shake, his hands smoothing over your thighs as his mouth presses wet kisses up your skin, over your stomach and chest, finally reaching your mouth with an overwhelming force.

You hum, tasting the combination of you and him together on his tongue, taking everything he needs to give you. He shuffles up, and you feel his cock pressing hard against your thigh, still straining in his jeans. You let him kiss you lazily, let him explore you this way while your hands busy themselves between your bodies, unzipping his jeans. When your palm brushes over his length still covered by his boxers, he hisses and his eyebrows furrow, like the pleasure is almost painful. You do it again and he shudders, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You’re so soft.” He murmurs past your ear when you slip your hand under the waistband. When your fingers wrap around him, you stay true to his word and stay light with your touch, not wanting him to finish just yet. You want to make it good for him— draw it out. Pay him back for everything he gave to you; not just tonight, but every night. “So fucking soft. Sweet.”

“You like that?” You ask innocently, stroking him again. Your thumb brushes over his tip and he shudders again, nearly shivering. “I can be gentle. Want you inside me, though.”

“Whatever you want. Fuck— anything you want to do to me. Please, baby. Not gonna last long if you keep doing that.” A single please was enough to grant him a thousand wishes, but you’ll settle for giving him just one.

He helps rid himself of the rest of his clothes, no insecurity in sight with the lower half of his body. There was no need to be… he was big. It made sense— he was a big guy, but it wasn’t just that. He was just… perfect.

“Eyes on me.” He says, pulling your gaze away from where your bodies are about to meet. “I want to see your face when I…”

He trails off when his tip lines up with your entrance. You bite your lip in anticipation, feeling the soaked pleasure coating him as he finally slides himself further and further. You both sigh, like a weight is being lifted from both of you. As if this was the way you were both meant to be.

He bottoms out, head buried in the crook of your neck as he chokes out your name. You feel full— the weight and stretch holding you to the bed, your arms strung lazily around his neck. Your fingers wander down his spine, keeping that soft lilt to your touch that he seems to thrive under. For all his hardness and strength, it’s the lightest touches that seem to crumble him the most.

“Fuck, baby. Feel so good around me.” Joel never speaks for the fun of it, but he says these things like he needs to. Strained and focused, like it’s a compulsion to tell you how good it feels. “Needed to fuck you for so long. You gonna let me make you feel good, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Joel. Please, I need— need you to move.” You whine like a spoilt child, and you are now that you’ve had a taste. He laughs once, a breathless sound, and then pulls out nearly all the way, only to slide back in with that same trained pace.

“Good girl.” He groans, and then picks up the pace.

It’s devastating. It’s the only way to describe it. He fucks you hard and slow, slowly etching himself into parts of your being you aren’t entirely sure he didn’t just create himself. Like he’s forged apart of you just for him, something low and hot, and he hits it with every, perfectly timed thrust. The bed rocks under him, but he doesn’t seem to care. Its creaks and groans are drowned out by his words and both of your moans.

You are incoherent— overcome by pleasure that shocks even the nerves in your fingers and toes, but it seems to have the opposite effect on Joel. He doesn’t fucking shut up— and it’s about the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

“So fucking tight around me.”

“God, you feel good.”

“You are so beautiful.”

“Gonna fuck you for days.” Is the last one you hear before his groans turn to borderline whimpers, his pace stuttering as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten and snap all at once. “Oh, fuck that’s it. Cum again for me. Jesus Christ—“

“Joel.” You can only whisper now— voice so strained that nothing could come out but his name. Your eyes roll back and you feel him fuck into you one or two more times, and then he pulls out and replaces himself with his hand. You ride out your pleasure on his skilled fingers, another wave of heat numbing you when you feel him spill onto your stomach, your back arching off the bed.

The room is suddenly dead quiet, nothing but panting breaths filling the silent house. He is still hanging over you, you can feel both of his forearms next to your head as he leans down to kiss you again. The warmth of his body is lifted just enough for him to use something soft to clean you off, and then he collapses beside you, tugging you onto his chest.

He runs his hand through your hair, stopping at your jaw to tilt you up. He kisses you again, the lack of oxygen making you giddy and dizzy, and you break the kiss only because your smiling so wide.

“What’s so funny?” He says, trying to be serious, but even in the dark you can see his matching grin.

“Just happy. Can I be happy?” It’s meant to be light hearted, but you feel him stop for a second, and then he tugs you a little closer.

“Yeah. Yeah, you can be.” He tucks you under his chin, sighing deeply as the rest of your body turns into him and tangles itself with him. “I am.”

You open your eyes a final time, seeing the pitch black dark outside. If it was light, you’d be able to see the stable from here, but it’s black out there. Usually it would make you uneasy, but tucked up under Joel’s safe arms, there’s nothing in the world that could make you feel more at peace.

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Hiii!!! Request for Yuta, where reader knows Yuta has a crush on them, and gives them time to confess but ends up getting fed up with how shy he is, and just blurts out how much they like him, in the most random setting. luv ur writing btw (:

surprise confession | yuta x reader

word count | 1k+

note | IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING!! also sorry this took so long anon!! i got stuck on what random scenario to use, originally i was going to have the reader confess on a roller coaster but somehow it changed. if anyone wants me to write a roller coaster version lmk 👍 (also sorry if he’s a ooc im having a huge writers block moment 😣)

You thought yourself to be a patient person, truly, but Yuta’s hesitance was beginning to drive you insane.

At first his shy behavior was cute. The shared glances, the way his cheeks would turn a cute shade of red whenever you complimented him, the way he’d stumble over his words when trying to compliment you back; you couldn’t get enough of it. Any day now he would pull you aside and pour his heart out to you.

But quickly a day turned into a couple of days, which turned into weeks, which then turned into months.

And quickly your patience ran out.

You began to think your feelings were once sided. Maybe you had just imagined everything. Maybe you had projected your own feelings onto him which caused you to misinterpret every gesture, word, and action. Had you simply over analyzed every encounter, searching for any hidden meanings behind his every action?

Doubt began to cloud your mind. You began to withdraw yourself from him, hoping that your limited actions would help your feelings disappear.

It wasn’t until while roaming the halls late at night you heard Yuta having a secret conversation with Panda that you confirmed it.

“Just tell them already!” Panda’s hushed voice was immediately silenced by another.

“I can’t!” That had to be Yuta.

“What do you mean you can’t? You like them, just ask them out!”

The two bickering voices began to grow distant when they started walking away from you. You stood leaning against the wall, a giant smile making its way onto your face.

With your heart nearly jumping out of your chest you happily walked back to your room.

Despite the conversation you heard between the two, nothing changed.

In fact, it seemed as though Yuta’s shyness increased, making it harder for you to even talk to him at all. You’ve thought about making the first move and asking him out first, but every time you try and bring up casually hanging out together, alone, he stutters out an excuse to talk to you later and nearly runs out the room.

At this point, you’re not even sure what to think. Instead of trying to come up with possible ideas as to why Yuta wouldn’t say anything, you've come to accept the fact he likely isn’t looking to be in a relationship. Which, given the whole Rika situation, makes sense. So instead, in an attempt to try and move on again, you went back to avoiding him.

“(Y/n), Yuta!” Maki called out, catching both you and Yuta’s attention. She began walking towards the both of you and gestured to the field behind her. “Both of you, on the field now. It's your turn to spar.”

But it seemed the universe had different plans for the both of you.

Before you even had a chance to protest, Maki and Panda walked past the two of you. “When I get back we’ll switch, until then keep sparring.” Maki stated, seemingly knowing you didn’t agree with the pairing.

You watched as they walked away, feeling Yuta’s eyes on you. Without saying a word, you stand up and grab your weapon and begin walking over to the field. As much as you didn’t want to be paired up with him, there's no use in arguing about it. You wanted to avoid any unnecessary drama that would come from asking to spar with someone else.

Once the two of you stood across each other you initiated the first move, charging at him with a force you normally wouldn’t use.

Yuta definitely noticed, stumbling a couple of times trying to keep up with your pace. “Hey, did I do something wrong?” Yuta asked, grunting as he tried to hold back the force of your wooden spear with his own.

“No, what makes you say that?” You respond, backing away to prepare another attack.

“It’s just that you’ve been avoiding me—” Yuta stumbles back when you suddenly attack, struggling to keep up with your pace. “What did I do to make you so upset?!”

Hearing those words made something snap in you. “That’s just it! You’ve done nothing!!” You yelled.

Yuta stumbled back, landing on his back while looking at you with wide eyes at your sudden outburst.

“I’ve waited and waited for you to say anything. I heard you and Panda talking in the hallway the other night, I know you like me, but it sucks just waiting around for something to happen! I’m upset because I like you too! A lot actually!!”

Yuta’s jaw slightly drops, watching as your eyes begin to water.

You quickly turn away from him and wipe your eyes. You didn’t expect to let it all out at that moment, but just hearing what he said combined with that confused look on his face made you angry. You felt as if you were the only one suffering in this situation.

The realization of what you said began to kick in and you felt your ears burn with embarrassment. Did you seriously just blurt out how much you liked him in the middle of sparring? You were definitely going to remember this moment years into the future when you’re trying to go to sleep.

Standing up, Yuta hesitantly approached you, afraid any subtle movement from him would make you run away. He clears his throat, catching your attention. You hesitantly look back at him, feeling even more embarrassed when you see Yuta’s worried expression.

“I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner, honestly, I had no idea how to approach you about it and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with how I felt..”

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you and put you on the spot like that. Just, ignore what I said—”

“No!!”

His sudden yell startled you. Seeing the look on your face Yuta retracts his hand, you kinda wish he didn’t move his hand away. “I don’t want to ignore what you said. Um, how about after we finish practicing we.. go out to eat? Would that be okay?” He hesitantly asked.

You took a moment to respond, taking in how his eyes shifted from you to the ground, his cheeks slowly becoming more red by the minute. Struggling to hold back a smile you nod.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

masterlist

#yuuta okkotsu #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #[📝 sunni writes]

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gorgeouslypink · 6 months

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i just wanted to bring something to your attention bc you're the only blog that i think people acc trust

i think u know @trynafindbarbiee

sorry if this doesn't link but she blocked me so lol

basically she used to be a good void blogger but you can go look at her page yourself and now it's all just an ad for some random Instagram manifesting coaching account that she claims isn't hers (apparently it's someone who helped her manifest before she entered the void state but she never mentioned this before) but for some reason, keeps on advertising for and lowk gaslighting people into joining bc she says stuff like "do you not want your dream life? why don't you just pay already?"

her exact quote: “She’s open for coaching guys What are fucking waiting for? Don't u want your dream life? Are u not tired? Are u not fed up with all this? ARE YOU NOT?”

This is so disgusting to me to gaslight desperate people like this

Also, I was there when she first posted about that account. She said the insta account only charges $11.99 and then she changed it to $23.98.

Also all the success stories seem so fake. I'm not one to doubt success stories but the first few all seem like they're the same Indian girl and then the last 2 sound like random fictional novels. The second to last is a woman who was hospitalized and over 400 people visited her, like even presidents or celebrities don't get that many people and apparently she had money problems but none of the 400 people could give her any money or like the most recent one. the reason i even decided to call her out was because she made up a ridiculous story of a woman who got pregnant because she was taking antidepressants. i am majoring in healthcare and am very passionate abt this topic because some uneducated people believe this "that antidepressants can cancel out birth control" so they use that as a reason to not take them even though this is completely false and there is no evidence of antidepressants cancelling out birth control❗️

i am pretty sure trynafindbarbie is spiritual soya, it doesn't rlly make sense why she would be advertising her like this and ive noticed certain things like them both saying "peoples"but yeah i hope you can atleast just share this with your followers so they don't get scammed

i looked into this and you're absolutely right, it's a bit disappointing and i just get upset when i see people trying to gaslight and scam this community because the majority of this community are just young girls trying to get their dream life. i hope you guys know that you are so powerful and you can get your dream life on your own!

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amaiyajiki · 1 year

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Soukoku X reader Dating Headcannons

A/N:I am not dead- so don’t worry- I was just having a major writer’s block- This is only FLUFF. idk if theres any warnings except dazai being dazai ig- (this takes place after dazai left and joined agency),gn reader.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

~Definitely a chaotic mess, but they’re your mess and you love them:) Idk how yall meet but Ima just assume you’re a civilian that somehow caught their eyes.

~Both of them would be clingy towards you but they will show their clingy-ness towards you in different ways.Dazai would be openly clingy with you, touching you in some sort of way.Hugs,kisses,cuddles anything you want:)

~Chuuya would be secretive about it. Like giving you gifts, with secret admirer written on top of them (you know exactly who’s it from).He cares about you so he will tell you to care of yourself. Taking breaks,giving you messages,etc.

~ Charcuterie and wine dates! yall would get drunk on the wines chuuya bought for both you and dazai. They would feed you and fight over on who gets to feed and you and who would get the last piece of meat or smth.

~(heres a pov):

“OI! you bastard! You fed them last time! let me fed them!.” Chuuya said. “Too bad, you’re always so slow into feeding them,shortie.” Dazai spat back. **inserts a bunch of insults towards each other**

You: **just eating the meat and cheese ** this is good drama :)

(I am so sorry if you’re lactose-intolerant-)

~Dazai wouldn’t really be secretive about your guy’s relationship, but if you wanted it to keep it a secret,he would respect it. Chuuya would most likely be the one to keep the relationship a secret bc of the port mafia. Chuuya would like to give you guys affective in private while Dazai doesn’t really care.

~They would both spoil tf out of you. Dazai would spoil you with affections and Chuuya would spoil you with his money. I feel like once in a while, the three of you would go to the shopping mall and buy shit with his money. He’s more generous with you but with Dazai,hes a bit more cautious with him since Dazai would literally spend all of Chuuya’s money.

~Honestly, Dazai would probably show up at your work place and start flirting with you bc why not:) Chuuya would also show up but only at night time, he would pick you up with motorcycle bc hes protective of you. “You could get kidnap for fuck’s sake! and its not safe to go home alone this late at night.” (His words not mine-)

~They would fight for your attention, like 2 boys fighting for their teacher’s attention. Dw just reassure them that you like both of them equally. Cuddles with them would be amazing, you would be in the middle either holding Dazai and Chuuya holding you or Dazai holding you and you holding Chuuya. ~Dazai would always ask all of you for a triple suicide as joke. I feel like he would mostly do it with you like “Why don’t we all just commit a triple suicide! It’s way better than double! :D” “Dazai- I swear to god if you say it again, I will punch you across the-”

~Dazai would sometimes feel- well- insecure is the right way to put it.Dazai would definitely have his downs and you and Chuuya will try your best to comfort him:D (don’t think that they won’t do the same for you or each other.)

~If you got injured somehow, be it minor or major, These two will act like its the end of the world, (mostly Chuuya). If someone caused you that injury,don’t forget that the people you’re dating were/is part of the port mafia.

(I hope all of you enjoyed these headcannons! Make sure to drink water and eat food!) Edit:Shouts out to my bestie for helping me getting rid of my writers block!:D She said to me that Chuuya gives her Italian man vibes and now I can’t get that shit out of my head’-’ *wheezes*

#Dazai x reader #Chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #Dazai Osamu #Chuuya Nakahara #bungou stray dogs #soukoku x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for kicking someone from my server and not explaining why?

(emojis so I can find later: 🪨🪨🪨)

[This happened a few years ago, but I’ll write the ages as they were at the time.]

I (14M) made a server for a fandom I was in. It was a small fandom (I was mutuals with every single fan on tumblr) so I thought it’d be nice to have a place we can all talk other than the tumblr dashboard. This was also not my first server — I had 2 or 3 years of experience running them (having run a server with 100ish members a year or two beforehand) so I was fully confident in my ability to run a server with less than 20 people, especially since everyone knew each other and was friends already.

Now, there was this person in the server, we’ll call her B (16F). I wasn’t super close with her, but ofc I was friends with her through the fandom. We didn’t talk much — the only time I can recall us speaking outside of discord was to send fandom art requests to each other. Obviously I didn’t have a problem with her coming in, but as she spoke more in my server, I started to question whether she was somebody I wanted hanging around.

I won’t go into full depth of things she said or did (both for privacy’s sake and to keep things brief), but I’ll explain my biggest reasons for kicking her.

First, she vented a lot, which typically I wouldn’t judge, but I really didn’t want a fandom server associated with so much negativity — and not only that, but the way she vented was very… I mean, we would be telling her things she did wrong in general channels, and then she would go to the vent channel and say things like “I’m sorry I’m so stupid and such a bad person I didn’t know what I was doing wrong.” and then we’d (well, everybody else — I don’t play these games with people) all have to console her. Not only that, but she’d vent about shit like — “I’m such a bad person because I’m cis. I’m sorry for being cis.” In a server full of trans people.

Second was her ableism towards autistic people, in a server also full of autistic people (This is honestly the biggest thing I had against her). Since most of us were autistic, we headcanoned most (if not all) of the characters in the series as autistic, usually with little basis in canon. One person specifically said “I think X character is autistic” and most people agreed, until she came along and said “No, they’re too normal.” We were all kind of like “???” until somebody said “Autistic people are normal” and she said “No, they’re all learning disabled” and some other stuff I don’t remember off the top of my head. (Obviously nothing wrong with having learning disabilities and many autistic people do have them etc, it’s just the way she went about saying what she said — and also disagreeing with a harmless headcanon because a character was too “normal” to be autistic). Again, most of us are autistic and were offended by what she said.

These were the two biggest contributors as to why I kicked her from my server — there were more (usually smaller) things she did that made people uncomfortable or pissed me off, but again, I’m not going to mention everything.

So, I silently kicked her, not wanting to cause too much drama, but also fed up with her behavior. I think I also softblocked her on tumblr, not wanting us to be mutuals or friends anymore but also not seeing a block as necessary (I didn’t mind if she saw my fandom posts in the tag, for example). However, she ended up following me back and sent me an ask asking why she was kicked from the server. I believe I told her “I don’t owe you an explanation, I just didn’t want you there anymore”. I didn’t want to say “you did this, this, and this” and just have her say “I didn’t do that/That wasn’t a big deal” and turn it into an entire argument, you know? I also just didn’t want to talk to her at all. So after answering, I softblocked her again and she sent me a long rant calling me a bitch, to which I simply hardblocked her.

I’m pretty sure I was justified in kicking her from my server, but I’m not sure if I’m justified in not telling her why — I understand being confused and demanding an answer but I also know she’d been told off multiple times — and I still don’t think she’s owed a response. Maybe if we were closer friends, I would have explained why. But I don’t know. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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nanato04 · 9 months

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Thought instead of just reblogging everything, i will add some of my own works too <3

P.s. shanks has one arm here

Word count: 7750

You can read it on my Ao3 page:

You’re a fucking tease, you know that?

You were the latest member of the Red Hair pirates. You were quite the feisty one when the captain, Shanks, saw you for the first time. Being from a town where crime and murder was rampant, you grew up to be a very combative person. You met Shanks in a bar. While you were downing beer after beer, a bunch of no-goods came up to you and asked how much you charge for a night. You didn’t really get bothered by them and plainly said you were not in that field of work. But they didn’t seem like the type to listen and they started getting too handsy with you.

Shanks was sitting a few tables away witnessing this, he was blissfully eyeing your body while the bunch of fools came and interrupted. And just when he almost got up to defend you, you already got to beating the shit out of them with whatever came to your hand. You bashed one with a bar stool, broke a bottle on another guy’s face, gonged a man’s head with your head and repeatedly stomped his balls. Later when you were done bashing them you turned back to see a red-haired man and assumed that he was one of them. You threw a punch at him but he blocked it by effortlessly holding your fist with his hand.

“Cool down, tiger,” he said with a smirk.

“Who the fuck are you?,” you snarled while snatching your fist away from his hold.

“I’m Shanks, captain of my pirate crew. Nice to meet you,” he said with a toothy smile.

You then assumed he wasn't a part of that handsy group you just beat down.

“Oh. Well. I didn’t know that, sorry for throwing a punch at you. Now leave me alone,” you went back to your seat and continued drinking.

Shanks laughed loudly and he wanted to pursue you more.

“Hey, you didn’t introduce yourself,” he leaned on the bar counter, coming a little closer to you.

“Why should I?”

“No reason, just curious about you,” he said slyly. And it was kinda working on you.

You weren’t approached like this before, and he seemed like a nice guy. So you thought of entertaining this conversation a little.

“Name’s Y/N. I live here,” you said plainly, you didn’t maintain any eye contact.

“Ooo that’s a pretty name! Say, what do you do for a living?” He questioned. His strong presence made you feel a little intimidated, but you weren’t scared of him.

You gave him a side-eye contemplating whether or not you should tell him more about yourself. You totally ignored his exposed chest and abs from that half-way buttoned white shirt.

“Mmm. I do freelancing. I can fix things like machines and vehicles. Aside from that, I do other odd jobs too. Honestly, I don’t understand what I do for a living,” you said, slapping yourself in your head for talking too much.

He was silent and he listened to you. You got a little uncomfortable with how he just didn’t say anything so you chugged your remaining beer and got up from your seat.

You took a long exhale and said, “Alright, I’ll leave now. Goodluck with whatever endeavor you have going on.”

Just when you started walking out Shanks called you.

“Hey Y/N.”

You looked back to see him facing you.

He gave you a smile and said, “Join my crew!”

Your eyebrows shot up and you put your hand on your hip, intrigued at his proposal.

“Now why should I do that?” You sassed.

“You’re strong, I like ya! Plus I will keep you fed and you will have a warm bed to sleep on,” he candidly said.

You pouted your plump lips, thinking about this offer. He never broke eye-contact with you and there was thick tension between you two. Well, you’d have food to eat and a nice place to sleep. It would also be way more fun than the boring life you have going on in this island.

“I-,”

Yasopp cuts you off and yells from the faraway table, “OUR CAPTAIN REALLY GOT THE HOTS FOR YA WOMAN!” And all of the Red Hair pirates started laughing and hollering.

Shanks was flustered and gritted his teeth, making a mental promise to drown Yasopp later.

You barked out a laugh so big that you were in tears. You said between laughing, ambiguous words slurring out of your mouth, “I guess I’ll take you up on that offer, Captain!”

Shanks too broke out into a laugh, his cheeks had a light tinge of red on them.

“Sweet! Yasopp come here I wanna tell you something,” Shanks called him out sweetly, Yasopp tried fleeing but Benn and Roux held his hands and legs so he couldn’t move. Everyone including you laughed as Shank went towards his table as he cracked his knuckles.

___

Your new pirate-life was a hundred times better than your life in your hometown. You were liked by the entire crew and you enjoyed everyone’s company. You were also the only woman in the red hair crew but that didn’t bother you much since everyone was respectful and nice to you. At times you helped around with cooking and cleaning. You loved playing cards with Roux and Yasopp. Benn was a real good friend to you and he would always take your side when you bantered with your fellow crew members.

The catch here though was, you barely gave any attention to you captain and that always made him envious of his mates who always got your complete attention. Of course, you obeyed his orders and all but, you intentionally liked to tease him by not talking to him.

Shanks loved watching you. Regardless of the petty game you’re playing with him, he loved to observe you to see what all you’re up to. You were always in your black tank top and olive green shorts, exposing your thick and strong thighs. He would sometimes even take his time to count all the stretch marks you have, he has half the mind to graze his hand over your thighs and squeeze them but, he will work his way to there one day.

One day you jumped up to reach something and it made your butt wobble, you refused to take anyone’s help but at the same time you just couldn’t reach the jar you really wanted. Shanks was passing by the kitchen and he saw your struggle, he thought that was a nice chance to get closer to you but before he even made it to you Benn was there to assist you.

“Hey Benn! lift me up,” you asked your friend.

“Hmm? Aight,” he accepted your request and effortlessly lifted you up, his hands squeezing into your waist. You then looked out the kitchen to make eye-contact with your captain. You gave him a smirk and the red-haired man shook his head and huffed. You finally got hold of your jar. He put you down and you thanked him. He patted your upper back and walked away. You leaned on the counter and took a spoon and scooped up the jam in the jar. After witnessing all this Shanks still came inside the kitchen and stood in front of you. You saw him come closer to you so you put the spoon in your mouth, licking the jam off of it.

“What brings you here, cap’n?” you asked as you went for another scoop and just when you were about to put it in your mouth, Shanks grabbed your wrist and twisted the spoon towards his mouth and he ate the jam off, licking the spoon, all while keeping an eye contact with you.

“Just wanted some jam,” he said. He was so close to you that your bust was almost touching his chest. There was impenetrable tension between you too that was broken off by Yasopp yelling your name.

“Y/N!!! I SEE AN ISLAND COME HERE!!!”

“I’M COMING!” you yelled back. Shanks didn’t budge though. Your eyes darted towards his lip that had a speck of jam on the side. You brushed your tongue on his lower lip, Shanks was curiously watching you. You then wiped away that small bit of jam and licked your thumb, intentionally going in deep. He whistled at you as you shoved the jam jar on his chest and he held it. You smirked and walked off, he gladly watched you go. Once you were gone he covered his face with his palm and groaned. You will really be the death of him.

___

The Red Hair pirates had just landed on an island. It was a long journey for everyone. They landed on a very small, sparsely populated island and it was very inviting. All your crewmates had dispersed, some were buying food, some were hitting the nearest bar, some went exploring. While you, on the other hand, had an evil idea.

With whatever pocket money you had, you went to buy yourself something nice to wear. You tried a lot of dresses and then found a real nice dress. It was a black floral printed dress. It had a flowy skirt and was backless too, exposing the big scorpion tattoo you had covering your entire back, the tail of the scorpion ending tight above your intergluteal cleft. You twirled in front of the mirror, the skirt flew high enough just to give a teasing view of your ass. You were beaming with anticipation to do what you were about to do

Sweet.

___

Shanks and his mates were in the beach bar, it was a big open space with a bamboo roof. It was around 7pm and the sun had already set. The entire had a deep yellow glow with all the halogen bulbs at all the corners. When you entered the bar everyone’s jaws almost hit the floor. This was the first time they saw you in a dress, and you were in an enticing one too. You had all sorts of compliments getting showered on you along with whistles coming right at you.

You went to the bar counter and drank a big jug of ale for the liquid courage. Your back was faced towards where Shanks was sitting. The man was whipped. He kept quiet though, he didn’t give you any compliment, maybe this was his own way of playing with you. The captain watched you, how your back flexed as you moved. How your ass was flush against the seat. How short your dress was. Yasopp saw his captain’s attention towards you and he said, “I’m shocked how you still didn't ask her out yet.”

Shanks laughed and shook his head, “I’m loving the chase though.”

The sniper sighed and continued his conversation with Roux who was munching on a lamb leg and eagerly listening to him.

The bar then played a slow, sensual song. This was the perfect chance to fuck with the captain. You got off your seat and walked towards your captain’s table. Just when everyone thought you would approach Shanks, you set your hand on Benn’s shoulder and asked,

“Hey Benn, this is my song, wanna dance with me?”

You could see everyone’s eyes almost pop off their skulls, no one saw this coming. Shanks was fidgeting with Benn’s lighter, spinning it in between his fingers. You were really testing his patience.

Benn set his cigarette down and said, “You sure?”

“Yeah, come on!” you raised your hand, indicating for him to hold it.

He held your hand and got up. When he turned back to look at his mates he just shrugged.

“Can’t miss the chance to dance with a lady.”

You got him closer, and set his hand on your waist. You wrapped one of your hands around his neck and laced your other hand’s finger into his. There was hardly any space between you two and your tits were flush against his chest. Benn didn’t know what was going on but he was enjoying this sexy dance with you already. You slowly swayed with him along the rhythm.

Shanks’ pupils darkened and he leaned back in his seat. His gaze never left you. He wasn’t mad at Benn. Because who would deny a chance to dance with a gorgeous woman like you? But it really should've been him instead of Benn, with you, dancing slowly, maybe even taking it to the bedr-

Your tattooed back was facing Shanks, he could see Benn’s hand placed on your hips, his calloused big palms pressing into your plush skin. You grabbed Benn’s head from behind and brought his head closer to your neck. You then whispered something into his ear to which he reacted with a wide smirk and gave you a nod.

He then shoved your waist closer to his groin and you grinded on him. Both of you had breathtaking chemistry during the entire dance. His hand roamed all over your back, he didn’t touch your ass though. You swayed your wide hips and went lower and lower, your face dangerously close to Benn’s clothed manhood. Under the low-light your sweat sheened skin glowed and the big scorpio tattoo you had was moving like it was your spine. He then got you up and twirled you, your skirt rising high enough for Shanks to see the beauty marks on your upper thighs. Shanks was really at his limit at this point, everyone else was hooting and whistling at you two. You both ended the dance when Benn dipped you really low, holding up one of your thighs. His entire palm held your thigh with such grip that it left a dark imprint.

He then lifted you up as the song ended, both of you were pretty sweaty and you thanked Benn by kissing him on his cheek. He would be lying if he said he didn’t get hard during the whole dance sesh, though he knew you were doing this just to get a rise of Shanks. He wouldn’t mind being your partner in crime again though.

Benn went back to his seat. “You lucky bastard,” Yasopp told him.

“Fuck you man,” Shanks laughed threw Benn lighter on his face. Ofcourse Shanks knew this was just one of your ways to brainfuck him.

When he was searching for you, he found you near the bar stool, all alone.

He got up with an excuse to order more drinks. Shanks stood very close to you and told the bartender his order. You were casually sipping on your cocktail, playfully ignoring him.

“You’ve put on quite the show, huh,” he remarked.

“Benn’s a great dance partner,” you replied.

“Since when do you wear dresses like this?” he said as he eyed your neck, his gaze carefully observing the beginning and the end of your tattoo.

“Why? You don’t like it?” you asked, but before he even answered you got up and slipped a hotel room key card in his shirt pocket. You placed your hand on his bare chest and whispered in his ear, “Give this key to Benn, will ya?” You then bit the tip of his ear, earning a breathy exhale from him.

“Sure,” he said, and you smiled at him and walked away to the hotel.

Shanks went to his table to grab his coat while half of his mates were passed out and some were still drinking.

“I’m heading out,” Shanks said, desperation drenched in his voice. Benn understood the scene and he nodded.

___

It was a cheap motel near the bar. The whole building was made out of wood. When Shanks walked in, he was met by a receptionist who immediately got up and said, “Sir, are you headed towards room 104 by any chance?”

Shanks raised his eyebrow and answered, “Yeah. Why?”

“Uhh, I’m so sorry I’m afraid to say this but you don’t match the description Ms. Y/N gave so you can’t go in,” the poor receptionist mustered the courage to say.

“Hah? What did she say?” Shanks asked with a puzzled expression.

“‘Only allow the man who has long black hair with a big gun with him to come inside. Don’t allow anyone else, especially a tanned man with red hair.’ These were her exact words, sir. Please don’t go or else I'll get beaten up,” said the scared man.

Shanks barked out a laugh and shoved the receptionist’s face out of his way. He ignored all of his cries, amused at your silly games.

He was standing in front of room 104 and went in without knocking. The moment he entered he was shoved to the wall, invited by a sharp blade to his neck. You were dangerously close to his face, he smirked and looked down at you, who wore a bathrobe now.

“You’re not Benn,” you remarked.

“Nope, I’m your captain,” he played along with you.

You shoved your knife more into his neck, even a tiny bit of more pressure would cut into his skin. He hissed in pain but was loving every bit of it.

“Not outside the ship, you’re not. Get the fuck out of my room and tell Benn to come in,” you demanded, so close to him that he could taste your breath.

Shanks then immediately grabbed your wrist and aggressively turned you around, shoving your back on his chest. Your knife was now on your neck. The blade was on the verge of cutting into the delicate skin of your neck. But you took a big gulp and the motion got the blade to slowly and deliciously dig into your skin. You huffed, you couldn’t move an inch with how much force he was holding you.

“You really needed to be reminded that I'm your captain in, and out of the ship, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear.

His bare foot now snaked up your thighs, his heel finding its way to your pussylips, over the bathrobe. You gasped at the sudden touch. The material of the bathrobe was rubbing on your clit.

“I’ve really had enough of your games, Y/N, do you not know how much I want you, can you not feel it?” he said huskily, grinding his erection on your ass at the word ‘feel’.

Shanks didn’t fail to notice how you didn’t get defensive at all, your hands were just holding his hand but not trying to push him away. Instead, you were shamelessly grinding him right back.

Your breath started to grow heavy, but you wanted to push him toward the edge further.

“Yeah? Bet you won’t even last for five minutes, Captain,” you taunted him, the last word laced with seduction.

Shanks let out a demonic laugh and the blade that was on your neck was slowly now drawing drops of blood. His heel which was intensely grinding your pussy, now went to your knee and slid your foot to the side, making you lose your footing and you dropped down along with him. You squealed at the sudden action by your captain. Now you were sitting against your captain, both of your legs were wide spread open and locked in place by Shank’s feet. You couldn’t close your legs even if you wanted to no matter how hard you tried.

“I guess I just have to prove you wrong huh? You can decide if you want Benn over me once I’m done with you, sweetheart,” he purred as his hand snaked towards your pussy, and to his surprise, you were not wearing anything under. Your back arched when his thick digits casually traced your warm, saturated lips.

“Ooo, Benn’s gotchu this wet, huh?” he mocked you and licked his fingers clean. Your head was leaning on his chest, too aroused to even acknowledge what he said, and he was looking down at you with a vulgar smirk.

He then removed your loosely tied bathrobe from your shoulders, exposing your voluptuous tits. He let out a satisfying growl when he groped your breast. Kneading it with just enough pressure for your nipple to harden.

His mouth watered at how deliciously malleable it was. You held his face that was set on your shoulder, caressing it as he hungrily explored the sensation of fondling your tits. You grabbed his hair and pulled him close to your mouth, so close that he could feel your heavy breaths all over his lips.

“Touch me, captain,” you needily said, your hips grinding in need of any form of friction over your pussy. The cold air touching your exposed sex made your desperation for him worse.

Your words fell out of your mouth as sweet as grapes drenched in honey, how would he ever not listen to you?

His feet that were locking your legs in place had spread your legs further, and mild pain ran through the middle of your thighs. You moaned as the stretch was hurting you, but the arousal you got from that was unbearable.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, his hand now slithering down to your slit.

Tonight this madman was up to no good.

He collected all your juices to lubricate his hands, and he pressed on to your clit, your body mildly jittered at that and your hips bucked. But you only whimpered because that made your thighs stretch more. He shushed you, and snuggled his face on your neck, kissing and nibbling your salty skin. He continued his teasing by dipping two of his fingers deep in your pussy and removing them before you could even get a hint of pleasure from it. You whimpered from frustration because you were too damn desperate to be touched. You decided to take things into your own hands and you proceeded to rub your clit. His lips got closer to your ear, this time though, his voice carried no playfulness.

“Touch yourself and I will make sure you don’t even cum once,” his tone was so serious that shivers ran down your spine. You were even kind of regretting pushing him so much on the edge.

“Please, Shanks, touch me, I need you,” you begged, dumping whatever shame you had in you, already withdrawing your hand away from your heat. Instead, you held his thigh so tight to calm yourself down that he was sure you would leave marks.

He kissed your ear and hummed, “That’s my girl.”

His calloused fingers finally rubbed your clit at such intensity that he took your breath away. Your head threw back on his shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed as he was dwelling in the scent of you. He then realized that he cut your neck a little with the slight scent of iron. Your captain immediately attacked your neck, sucking the cut out. This was truly driving him crazy. His attack on your clit only became more fierce as he was now rubbing it with three fingers. You hissed in pain. But the pain drove you madder as the pleasure was slowly creeping up on you.

“Shanks! Ahh- I can't- this is too much AAHHN!” you cried and his fingers only sped up, making you grit your teeth as you could feel yourself getting close to your orgasm. Your breaths started getting heavier and faster. You grabbed his hair and pulled him hard, hoping he would slow down. But he growled at the pain, getting more riled up.

“What? Don’t wimp out on me now darling, you gotta last at least more than five minutes,” he taunted.

Heat pooled in your lower back and you could snap any minute now. Your chest now had droplets of sweat and Shank’s stubble was scratching your neck making your head spin.

“I’m so close! Shanks-”, you moaned his name repeatedly, your thighs were shaking, and you tried so much to close your thighs from the pleasure but the more you attempted escaping his iron grip feet, he stretched them out more just as quickly.

“Come for me, my love,” he said with such a sweet tone. Tears were running down your cheeks as you screamed his name. Soon it felt like your whole body was short-circuited and you were washed with an intense pleasure storm. He was letting you ride your orgasm out. The impact was so much that you pushed back hard against his chest but he stayed put. You could feel his hard dick against your back and as you spasmed on him, the friction made him harder.

Once you came down from your high Shanks stopped the abuse on your clit and let your legs go, you hissed in pain. Your thighs were buzzing and you were extremely sensitive. You fell back on his chest, he put his fingers in your mouth and you cleaned them right off, your tongue tasting every bit of your arousal. He then caressed your hair, muttering sweet nothings in your ear.

The captain got up and lifted you with his hand. He laid you down on the bed and he kneeled in front of you, unbuttoning his shirt, taking in your naked form under the dim light. His pupils were blown by how alluring you looked. You looked so ethereal for him. Your chest heaving from the intense orgasm you just endured. Your curvaceous figure just waiting for him to get touched, consumed, manhandled-

Once he got rid of his shirt, he got on top of you, his hand slowly feeling your curves and dips. His smoldering touch on your body made you writhe your hips under him. He held your thigh up with his hand and his face hovered closely over yours.

“So impatient for me, hmm?” he cooed above you. His eyes darted towards the corner of your lips that had some drool on them, a result of his ministrations from earlier. Without thinking any further he licked it up, kissing and tasting the drool on your chin. His lips and tongue then crept towards your lips and he kissed you with raging desperation. Your taste was triggering his suppressed animalistic desires. He groaned and you were moaning into his passionate kiss. He bit your lip hard and when you let out an ‘aah!’ he leveraged the opening and darted his tongue in. You wrapped your plush lips around his tongue and ground your hips on his boner. His clothed dick was throbbing and the more friction it got from your grinding, there was precum collected in his pants.

He slapped your thighs hard and your body jolted.

“Behave yourself, sweetheart,” he said after parting his lips from the nasty kiss he was indulging in.

“FUCK me, captain,” you growled at him and he smiled, loving how you are just as desperate as him.

The captain gave you another deep kiss, and his lips grazed your lower lips as he separated from you. He then kissed your chin, lowering down to your neck. He was peppering your skin with hot and open-mouth kisses, licking you up like you were some sugar candy. His rough hand grabbed your boob and he was kneading it with such fervor that it made your arousal worse. Despite his big palms, he still couldn’t fit your entire breast and it drove him insane. His mouth now on your chest, smelling the sweet sweat around your breasts. The sweet and raw scent of you was more intoxicating than the hard alcohol he drank. He licked and kissed between your tits and he latched his lips on your hardened peak. He sucked on your breast hard and rolled your nipple between his lips. His hand was keeping the other tit busy by stimulating it nice and slow. Your chest rose from the bed, shoving his face deeper in your tit. You whined under him and when you looked at him, he caught on your eye contact and he winked at you. You averted your eyes and hid your face with your hands.

Shanks pinched the nipple that was in his palm and you yelped.

“What? I just wanna see your pretty face,” he said with a smirk after finally removing his mouth from your tit with a ‘pop’ sound. He even slapped your tits and saw them jiggle so beautifully. At this point, he had already lost his mind.

This fucking dog-

“Shanks!” You called him out, gritting your teeth. You were frustrated by his current distraction. You needed to get his dick in you so badly that you came up with something to provoke him.

“Hmm?” He said. He was willing to make you suffer until he drove you to the very edge, even though it means his dick can’t take the restrained torment anymore.

You looked him right in the eyes and said, “Why aren’t you fucking me yet, huh? Can’t get it up?”

Shanks’ mind did a 180 and he’s now dedicated to fuck that sass right out of you. He barked out a devious laugh and his hand came for your throat.

His lips were brushing yours as he said, “Oh you wanna get on my dick so bad huh? Alright, I’ll give you just that,” he said.

He got off the bed and got rid of his pants. When his dick got free from the constricts of the clothing your eyes widened. Your mouth watered at his size. Oh, he was definitely big big. You then spread your legs for him. He saw your seeping pussy and fisted his length a few times. Smirking at how needy you were for him, he quickly got on the bed and settled between your legs. He then grabbed your thigh and flipped you on your stomach. You were knocked out of breath and before you said anything he grabbed your waist and raised your hips high. This way he really got a good look at your back tattoo. It was in its full glory and under the dim room light it looked so fucking sexy on you. He grabbed your butt and squeezed it. Your heart was beating faster with anticipation of what next he’d do. He got down and gave your pussy a kiss from the back. You hummed and he licked your slit, from your clit all the way to your tight asshole. His fat and slick tongue left you mewling. Your taste made him moan and he wanted to go deeper with his tongue but he has a different mission for now.

The captain got up and grabbed his cock and spit on his tip. The precum and spit lubed his dick real nice and he lined it up against your heat. He pressed your clit hard with his tip and was feeling your wet heat.

Your body shivered at the feeling of his cock lingering over your pussy. You were throbbing for him so much that you pushed your hips back in an attempt to get his dick in you. He huffed at your desperate efforts and if it wasn’t for him being dangerously horny right now he’d tease you until you lost your shit. Shanks began by slowly pushing his tip in. He hissed at how tight your cunt was, and you whined at his girth. Inch by inch he slowly entered you, the stretch made you moan and tears stung your eyes. You were panting and tried your best to relax your pussy for him but he was just too fucking big.

Your walls were difficult to enter, yet you were so inviting. The way your pussy contracted his dick it felt like you were trying to suck the soul out of him.

“You’re sucking me in so good babe,” he panted. Once he was completely inside you, he paused for a minute for you to adjust to his size. Meanwhile, his hand was busy kneading your butt and tracing all the stretch marks with his fingers. He felt his dick get drenched with your arousal as you slowly rolled your hips on him, looking back at him, you smirked. He saw your salacious look and responded by pulling out midway and thrusting in hard. You gasped and moaned and your face was buried in the pillow. Your captain filled you up so good you felt your whole body burn bit by bit. His hand was grabbing onto your hip as he pounded into you with need.

Your captain’s eyes wandered towards your vacant ass-hole and he had another nasty idea. He had a lazy smirk on his face as he spread your cheek with his hand and he spat on your puckered hole. Your eyes widened and just when you could say anything, his thumb was rubbing the surface of your tight entrance and he applied just enough pressure to push just past the surface. Slowly twisting the fingertip one way and then the other, over and over.

This new sensation made you whine and push your hips into him more. Shanks was really amused at your reaction to his experimental action.

“Ooo you like this?” he snickered from behind you. “Oh what a dirty girl you are~”

“You’re so fucking nasty- mmmh!” your muffled moans reached his ears. Half of your face was shoved on the pillow and you wiggled your hips indicating him to go faster. He gladly obliged by increasing the speed of his thrusts. At this point he could reach deep inside you, the sounds of smacking hips riled him up wildly. And he just had to make you more flustered by mumbling this, “I wonder what would your Benn feel like when he hears us like this.”

You weren’t taking any of his bullshit as you said, “Yeah? Want me to fuck him too and tell you who’s better?”

Jealousy crawled up his spine the moment you said that, imagining you with him being intimate makes him want to properly claim you as his woman. You cackled when he leaned forward and grabbed your hair.

“Hah! Did my captain get angr- AAAHN,” your mockery was cut off by Shanks as his pace got much more intense than before. He then rolled his hips a certain way, your body shuddered and your breath hitched.

He lifted your face and purred, “Oh? I think I found exactly how to shut you right up baby.”

His vehement backshots felt so fucking lewd and good. His dick was rubbing you on your weak spot constantly and you could feel your orgasm creeping up to you slowly. You grabbed onto the sheets like your life depended on it and moaned his name in fervor.

Shanks felt your pussy tighten around his cock, he saw how he could completely get inside you and as he got out there were strings of your juices and his spit.

At that sight, he didn’t have any intention to stop his jackhammering because he was dedicated to making you feel so good that you wouldn’t fall on anyone else’s dick other than his. He grabbed your neck and lifted you up to his level, pounding you real nice and hard from the back at the same time.

His grip tightened around your neck and his lips got closer to your ear, kissing it, nibbling it. “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he ordered oh so sweetly. One of your hands was wrapped around his neck and so the other hand went straight to your clit. His constant attack on your g-spot and your work on your clit topped off with his choking was a recipe for a storm that was coming towards you.

He felt your walls spasm around his cock as you finally snapped and you came again, very hard this time. Your loud moans and the wet slaps of his dick in you filled in the room. He groaned at how deliciously you were gripping him. He let you ride out your orgasm by languidly thrusting inside you, he held you by your chest and shushed you as your whole body was jolting.

He kissed your temple as you finally came down from your second high. “You came on my cock so well, my love,” he praised you, making your cheeks burn and avert your eyes.

He then pulled out of you and sat on the bed with his back against the wall. You looked at him, and he patted his thigh, gesturing you to come towards him. You crawled towards him and he was taking in your beautifully obscene form. Your skin was covered with a sheen, the light reflected on you and made you look like a sex demon. Your hair locks fell on the side of your face and your plush lips were apart with drool on the side of your lips. Your juicy tits looked so suckable while bouncing as you were going towards him on your fours.

You spread his thighs slightly apart when you reached him. You took your time admiring his strong and muscular body. Your fingers traced his chest, grazing his nipple, wandering down his abs. You got on top of him, your legs situated on either side of his hips. His hot and throbbing dick was almost reaching your belly button. You were actually shocked that something this big was able to go inside you.

You saw him in the eyes, and naturally, your attention went toward his prominent scar towards his eye. You absentmindedly grazed it with your finger but he immediately grabbed your wrist but didn’t pull it away from your face. He had a serious yet lustful expression on his face. You weren’t intimidated by him though, not even slightly. You found his scar beautiful, every bit of his body features was beautiful to you. You kissed his eye once. Then again. Awaiting any negative reaction from him, but you didn’t get any. His grip on your wrist loosened. You continued kissing him more, on his eye, on his nose, cheek, forehead, and wherever your lips took you. You then kissed him on the lips, your tongue was readily invited by his tongue. You went in for a deep, slow, and passionate kiss with him. You were strumming his heartstrings and he was blissfully letting you do so.

Your other hand held his dick, you were stroking him with your grip mildly right and focused on caressing his tip with your thumb. His breath hitched at that. Your kisses now peppered the side of his mouth, chin, and now his neck. You were sucking the large vein on the side of his neck, attempting to leave a mark on him.

“You’ve been such a tease, y/n,” he remarked with a love-drunk voice. You hummed and replied, “And so have you, my captain,” kissing his collarbone and trailing your tongue on his chest. Your grip on his dick getting stronger, strokes maintaining the same slow pace.

“Is that so?” he mused, looking down at you with a smile.

“Mmhm, you didn’t make a move on me all this time, so I took things into my own hands,” you answered. Your lips latched onto his nipple and sucked it hard. He hissed and his hand held your face, fingers lacing in your hair.

You loved how his nipple instantly hardened and you rolled your tongue on it. He was making low whiney sounds and to get more reaction from him you grazed your teeth on his bud. And you finally earned a moan from him.

He then pulled you up and kissed you harshly. You now lined his dick on your slit and pushed yourself down on him, this time without any struggle. You winced as you were still very sensitive down there, but you could manage it. He groaned into the kiss and you rolled your hips on him, causing him to throw his head back. Your hands were on his chest for support and you were riding him at a leisurely pace. He looked down at you and saw how your boobs jiggled every time you got up and down on him. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your lips were parted. His hand grabbed your ass and kneaded it, encouraging you to keep going on.

“You look so beautiful, y/n,” he crooned. Your heart fluttered at his words and you had the urge to make him feel good. So you tighten your pussy around his dick every time you get down and release the grip once you go up. This felt so sinfully both to you and him, you moaned as you could feel him go so much more deeper inside you. You picked up your pace and rode your man faster.

Shanks could feel the blood rushing to his core and his thighs tightened at the soon-to-arrive orgasm. So he lifted his lips making you fall flush on his chest. You gasped at his sudden movement and he thrusted his dick from below at a brutal pace. He held your hips so tight that you were sure his prints would be there to last.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and gladly took whatever he gave you. His dick was rubbing your sensitive spot with this accessible angle and you felt your face heat up. For some reason, you felt the urge to mark him too. You grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth to open. You collected a decent amount of spit in your mouth and spit into his. He looked right at you and swallowed it immediately. The sight of him taking in whatever you gave had stirred something animalistic in you. You were just as crazy as him. There was no going back now.

This time your third orgasm seemed to be arriving a lot faster than you thought but you also felt something else coming. You suddenly had the urgency to pee. You patted Shanks’ back and whimpered, “Shanks please let me go, I need to pee!’

He was too immersed in chasing his own pleasure to even bother to let you go.

“It’s alright, let it go, it’s gonna be fine,” he assured you. But you frantically shook your head and kept begging him to let you go. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to have you release all your juices over his cock. Even the thought of that made him hungrily pump you and even snuck his thumb on your clit to get you to your high soon. You wailed and moaned and felt so fucking feverish. You tried to hold it in but this beast would not stop whatsoever. When he felt the newly learned signs of your orgasm on his dick, he smirked and grinded in you.

You truly came hard this time and your eyes rolled back. Both of you felt hot liquid gush out of you and you screamed his name repeatedly like it was a mantra. He groaned at the feeling of you dripping, spasming cunt and it only drove him closer to his release. His hips stuttered and his pace was also faltering. Tears drenched your cheeks as you were extremely sensitive now and he was still going at it. You bit into his neck and pulled his hair hard. After a few more pumps the man under you growled and released thick and hot ropes of cum inside you. You felt so fucking dirty and at the same time, you felt so good. You whimpered and he rubbed your back. You totally didn’t expect him to cum so much. Once he rode out his high he went limp on the bed, his dick was still inside you and you rested your body on top of him. Too sensitive to even move.

Both of your chests were heaving. He brushed your hair away from your forehead and kissed you there. “You did so well,” he praised you. Your head got up from over his chest and you kissed him again, the tiredness was evident in your energy. You then whispered over his lips, “You’re mine.”

He smiled, “I’m yours.”

You hugged him tightly. He hugged you back with his hand wrapped around your lower back.

Both of you stayed like that for what seemed like 15 minutes.

Shanks patted your butt and said, “Let’s get you cleaned now, yeah?”

You nodded and when you got up, you saw his abdomen glistening from the arousal you had released earlier. Shanks' gaze followed yours and he smirked, “That was hot, I wonder if I could make you do that again.”

You laughed and smacked his cheek playfully. He even saw the intersection of your pussy and his dick, his semen was slowly oozing out of you. The sight made him hard again and you widened your eyes and immediately got up his dick.

Shanks barked out a laugh at your reaction and he laid you down on the bed. “What? Your stamina can’t take it?” He teased you.

Now you weren’t someone to take stamina criticism from your old ass captain, so you said, “Try me, captain. I’m sure you’ll duck out sooner than me.”

“Oh yeah?”

That night you both went on for a few more rounds and both of you ducked out at the same time. You both didn’t bother cleaning up and he slept with you with his dick still buried inside you.

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It was around noon the next day, Shanks had given you a nice hot bath and cleaned himself too. He let you sleep in and he said he would be back after checking in with the crewmates.

He walked to the bar he left last night and saw almost all of them passed out on the floor, chairs, and the fucking wall. He even saw puddles of puke at some corners and huffed. Shanks took a vacant chair and drank a half-emptied bottle of water.

Yasopp was passing by with a brush in his mouth and saw his captain in the beach bar. He didn’t fail to notice all the marks on his chest and neck. Disappointed at his captain for not even attempting to cover his love bites, and he did seem like he was proudly showing it off. “Oh she a freak freak,” he huffed and mumbled to himself. Being fully aware of your wilderness and his captain’s desire towards you.

-the end-

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Yandere Death Song with Darling Slithersong(Romantic)

Decided to put some of the requests I have in a randomizer again until I stop having writer's block for the old ones I'm doing rn. So, have this :)

Keep in mind this is Dragon/Dragon content, so you're both a type of dragon. Short as Dragon/Dragon content is odd for me to write in some cases?

Yandere! Death Song with Slithersong! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Dragon/Dragon pairing, Stalking, Just dragon courting, Dubious relationship, Trapping, Brainwashing through song.

As I am doing research on the dragon types let's talk about them before we start.

The Death Song is a tropical dragon that mimics butterflies in beauty.

The Death Song, like in its name, also has a siren cry that lures other dragons to it. This is usually to attract food.

These dragons are usually solitary in nature and hunt other dragons by trapping them in an amber-like substance.

These dragons can mimic and sing but struggle to use stealth. Despite this their slender bodies make them somewhat agile.

Their solitary attitude is because any dragon that gets too close is usually made a meal.

Now let's talk Slithersong, the dragon you are in this concept.

Slithersong are a close relative species to the Death Song.

Slithersong also use siren calls to lure in prey and use the same amber-like substance to trap said prey.

There's even some cases where Slithersong can blind prey.

Slithersong are smaller than Death Songs, which makes them faster and more agile.

This would give the Slithersong an advantage over a Death Song.

Slithersong are also solitary dragons due to eating other dragons.

Both dragons are very similar and difficult to train.

It would be... interesting if one tried to court the other.

Imagine if the Death Song thought you were trying to court it with your song which results in the larger dragon trying to court you.

You were just trying to hunt.

Your species is very similar to each other but it would take awhile before an obsession could happen.

Both types are solitary so it would take a long time.

Although I can see the dynamic of this as a Slithersong minding their own business while a Death Song tries to court them.

You just want to hunt and may even try to hunt the Death Song itself but the Death Song always seems to know when to back off.

At some point you may begin to tolerate the other dragon if fighting with it won't work.

The two species could theoretically be compatible with each other due to the similarities they share.

It would be a relationship similar to Night Furies and Light Furies.

The Death Song would no doubt try to hunt for you in an attempt to impress and feed you.

Why hunt for yourself? They can hunt for you...

They even brought dragons coated in amber for you!

Honestly, the fact your song makes prey delusional doesn't help.

The Death Song is only encouraged by your song and loves to hear it.

This situation is probably the only case of two dragons of your species being seen with each other.

It's even stranger that that the Death Song is sharing desperate courting behavior towards you.

Honestly, if the Death Song wanted to keep their Slitherwing! darling in place they may just use amber to trap you, too.

The Death Song would make sure their darling couldn't escape and would trap them in a makeshift nest.

You'd be fed and taken care of by the Death Song... even if you try to nip at them and growl.

If you got too worked up the Death Song would simply sing you a song.

The Death Song trills many songs towards you.

They're mostly calming songs and courting songs.

At night the larger dragon curls around you, amber coating your feet and wings.

To others it may seem like you're prey.

You feel like prey...

But not in the way you think.

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oliversrarebooks · 4 months

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The Rare Bookseller Part 37: Alexander's Housekeeper

Masterlist > Next

September 1925

TW: Captivity, mind control, mentions of abuse and murder

Just as Oliver had feared on his first night, it was far too easy to get used to living in a vampire's manor.

He'd spent the past few nights utterly engrossed in the books Alexander had picked out for him, primers on the supernatural world and its history. Oliver had always had a fascination for material like this, for horror stories and medieval descriptions of witchcraft and pictures of fairies at the bottoms of gardens, but he'd logically seen it all as just entertaining curiosities. Now he wanted to devour everything related to the strange new world he'd found himself in.

Naturally, he was focusing on information about vampires -- their strengths and weaknesses, their culture and habits. He learned that only blood taken fresh from live humans could truly sustain them -- bottled blood of the sort found in his master's icebox was at best a temporary salve to hunger, and animal blood did very little. It also was clear that very few vampires held moral objections to taking thralls. At least according to the vampiric author of the book he was reading, any vampire of means would have a handful of them in the household, usually taking the roles of servants and pets.

He remembered what Alexander had said in the auction house, that it had been months since he'd had a fresh human. If he were speaking the truth, he must have been starving and weak. That did track -- he had looked so utterly exhausted and spent when Oliver had arrived, and acted so much like a starving man when he'd fed. And now that he had fed, he was very obviously healthier and in better spirits.

The strange part was that a vampire that clearly had so much wealth went so long without sufficient blood. His master had remarked several times now that he hadn't been prepared to take a thrall, and that Oliver's situation had forced his hand. Why not, though? If moral considerations and money were clearly no object, what reason did he have for depriving himself? Given his power, why hadn't he taken Oliver from his bookshop the moment he decided he wanted him?

And what had happened to his previous thralls?

Perhaps he might get a chance to ask his master himself.

"Well, now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Oliver whipped around to see a complete stranger, a curly-haired man with a dusty blouse and a curious expression. He was grinning and baring her fangs. Oliver's heart raced -- what was another vampire doing here? Did his master know? He must, or so Oliver hoped, but he couldn't help but shrink himself against the shelves in fear.

"What a rich morsel Lord Alexander's found. Not every day I come across a thrall like you," he said, putting an arm on the shelves next to Oliver, blocking his means of escape. "Wonder if the lord of the house would mind me taking a taste."

"Please don't, sir," he said. Being fed on by his master was one thing, being fed on by a strange vampire with unknown intentions was quite another. "I think my Master -- I don't think you should --"

He laughed, loud and long, and backed off. "You know I'm just yanking your chain, right? I'm not going to eat you. Lord Alexander would fire me on the spot, if he didn't ram a stake straight through my heart."

Oliver let out his anxious breath as he remembered who this person must be, the vampire housekeeper that Alexander had mentioned. "So -- you're not going to --"

"I'm Kenny. I keep the place tidy and do the lord's laundry and such. And it looks like I'll be cleaning up for his pretty little thrall, now," he said, and Oliver wasn't sure how he felt about that designation. "Honestly, it's about time he got a new one. Whoever heard of a vampire lord who doesn't have any thrall? I think he was even drinking bottled blood."

"That's... bad, right, sir?"

"I mean... I drink bottled blood a lot, yeah, but that's because I've only been a vampire for a few years and I'm poor as dirt. Can't afford a fancy thrall, too much of a coward to go get my own and risk hunters. At least bottled blood sates the urge for a little bit," he said. "If I were a rich lord, I'd have a whole mansion full of thralls at my beck and call. A different flavor of blood for every day of the week, and they'd all be attractive, too."

"So do you know what happened to Master's last thrall, sir?" Oliver asked, before Kenny lost himself in his fantasy world, seizing on the opportunity to get some of his questions answered.

"Oh, yeah, Henry? Awful thing. Got killed by a jealous vampire, from what I heard." He leaned in a little too close to Oliver. "I assume that vampire's dead now. Lord Alexander's not a vampire I'd like to cross. Not a bad boss, though."

"How long have you --"

"I see you've met my new thrall," said a deep voice from behind Kenny. "I hope you understand that his blood is not part of your compensation."

Alexander was barely taller than Kenny, and significantly scrawnier, but Kenny still was immediately cowed. "I'm not harming a hair on his delicious little head, sir," he said, bowing meekly. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"See that you don't. And refrain from terrorizing him as well, in the future."

"Yes, sir."

"And make sure you do a thorough job of cleaning the main bed and bath on the second floor from now on, and do any laundry left out for you. I won't have my thrall living in squalor."

"Yes, sir, understood."

"...I'll increase your pay, to compensate for the additional time."

"Oh, thank you, sir," said Kenny, his face lighting up. "Between rent and saving up for a thrall of my own, I can always use the money. I'll go clean the new thrall's quarters right away, sir."

He scurried away, and Alexander fell sideways into an overstuffed leather couch. "Are you doing well this evening, Oliver?"

Any of Oliver's unease melted away in his master's comforting presence. "I feel very well, sir. How are you? Is there any way I can be of service?"

His master's smile was relaxed, and he looked so much more at ease than Oliver had ever remembered, even when he was patronizing the bookshop. "Not at all, you're doing quite enough, and I hate to interrupt your reading," he said. "But if you don't mind, I would appreciate your company by the fire. The nights are starting to grow chill, and it's quite agreeable to have one's thrall near."

"Yes, sir," said Oliver eagerly, sitting next to Alexander on the couch, and feeling a soft thrill as his master beckoned him closer, close enough that they were brushing up against each other. His master gently pet his hair before cracking open a book and settling in to read.

Oliver picked up his own book, relaxing with the warm fire and the proximity of his master. A perfect scene of contentment.

Except for the one thing that had been worrying him and stealing his focus...

His master did seem like he was in a good mood. This might be a good time to press him.

"Excuse me, sir," said Oliver, "I don't mean to interrupt your reading, but could I ask you a question?"

Alexander's eyebrows raised, and the look on his face suggested that Oliver's request was about to be denied. "Very well," he said, after a long moment. "But I might advise against asking questions if you suspect you won't like the answers."

Oliver felt a small twist, a spark. "With all respect, Master, I prefer to know the truth regardless."

"That's admirable. Truly," said Alexander, looking surprised. "Lily really did do a fine job with you -- I appreciate that you can push back. I've been lacking that, lately. Too far up in my own head. She'd put it in much more vulgar terms, of course." He sat up. "Ask, then, but understand that many things are better kept private."

Oliver felt relieved that they had an understanding of sorts. "What happened to your last thrall, sir?" he said bluntly.

Alexander let out a sharp laugh. "Of course that's the first thing you'd ask. I can't say I blame you. I'd want to know the same in your shoes." He sat in silent thought for a moment. "He was killed by a vampire."

His heart pounded. "Why, sir?"

"It was the doing of my sire. Most of the misfortune that befalls me is," Alexander said. "I haven't been eager to have this conversation, but you should know about him."

Despite his curiosity, Oliver was getting the feeling once more that he was in over his head.

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The Bookseller parts have been getting longer and longer, so I've been splitting them up so I can return to a more regular posting schedule. 1-2K words a week was possible, 3-4K words a week was pushing it. Hopefully I'll be able to post a part a week along with asks and side stories!

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Day 23: Hate Fucking - Helmut Zemo

Kinktober Day 23: Hate Fucking - Helmut Zemo x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, set during tfatws, enemies to fuck buddies, making out, quickie, wall sex, biting, marking, size kink, kitchen sex, creampie, nicknames, no use of y/n

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His presence had been a pain in your ass for the entire mission. In fact, you couldn’t help but complain about him constantly since the second Bucky had broken him out of prison, nearly walking away from the entire situation as Zemo strolled through the door.

A small part of you understood why he was needed but by god, he was making it difficult with his condescending, manipulative, self-righteous arrogance constantly being a thorn in your side, there was only so far you could be pushed.

“You’re not leaving me with him!” you argued, trying to block the exit.

“Sorry kid, you know we need someone to keep an eye on him” Bucky tried to reason, sighing as you wouldn’t move out of his way.

“Then I’ll go with Sam! Just don’t leave me with him, I can’t be held accountable for my actions if I’m left alone with him” you tried to bargain but you knew it was a waste of time.

“I also do not need a babysitter James” Zemo pipped up from where he sat reading his book, lounging on the couch.

You and Bucky gave him a pointed look, he did of course need someone looking after him, he was a fugitive after all.

“Listen, we won’t be away for long, just sit a few feet away from each other and you’ll be fine” Bucky squeezed your shoulder once more gently moving you away from the door, walking out without looking back, not giving you the chance to argue back.

Turning on the spot you began to open your mouth to argue with Sam but he gave you a sympathetic smile, “sorry kid, we won’t be long, try not to kill each other until we’re back”. He too left, locking the door behind him leaving you alone with Helmut who didn’t seem phased by the situation but you knew he was just as angered as you were.

You weren’t subtle with your movements, stomping with heavy feet over to the armchair, not caring that you looked childish in any way, fed up that you were being left behind once again in the mission to do the job that held no value.

Scrolling through your phone, you become easily lost in tik toks, helping the time to pass and trying not to laugh as each video scrolled by, trying to keep the scowl on your face just in case Zemo looked over, not quite caring in the pettiness you were displaying.

A sudden movement out of the corner of your peripheral vision had you sitting bolt upright, reaching for the gun that was strapped tightly to the holster of your thigh, pointing it in Zemo’s direction as he gently stood.

Lazily holding his hands up, he continued walking, not phased at all by your threat. “Easy dragă, I’m just going to use the bathroom”. Taking a second to determine whether you believed him, you finally relaxed your stance.

“Don’t call me that” you mumbled, slotting the gun back into its place and watching with keen eyes as he moved to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Your eyes then shifted towards your phone timer, watching as it ticked by, with each passing minute, your stomach churned in anticipation. When it had officially been 10 minutes, you were striding towards the door, banging heavily against the wood with your fist.

Zemo opened the door instantly, a smirk teasing you on his face like he had been waiting for you to do this, testing to see how long it would take you.

“I’m not going anywhere dragă, you really need to relax” the Baron leant against the doorframe, crossing his arms as his eyes travelled up and down your form.

“Not so easy to do with such an arrogant prick in the room”.

Helmut’s smirk shifted to a smile, “you seem awfully pent up”.

The way he was staring at you had your insides twisting but you weren’t sure in what way, feeling unnerved you began to step away, muttering, “whatever Helmut”. However, a firm grip around your arm stopped your movements, spinning you back to look at the Baron. “If you don’t remove yourself from my arm, you’re a dead man Zemo”.

One thing you should have accounted for was his training, forgetting momentarily, not having enough time to dig your heels into the carpet as he was able to shove you back into a nearby wall, lungs being winded by the impact. “What the fuck-”

He was quick, quicker than you had expected him to be as he was able both disarm you, the gun now skidding across the floor, and your arms being pinned to your side.

“No more talking from you” his voice was low, not aggressive like you’d expected it to be compared to his actions, instead it was laced with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You tried to squeeze out of his grip, knees lifting to kick him but he leaned his weight heavily over you, leaving you momentarily defenceless.

It also meant that he was so close to your face that you could smell his expensive aftershave, citrusy with a hint of smoke. “Why do you fight me so much dragă?”

His question threw you through a loop, confusion settling across your expression, eyes dropping to watch his lips as he spoke but that was only due to the close proximity. “You know why I hate you Zemo, that’s no fucking reason to slam me against the wall”.

Helmut chuckled darkly, his own eyes searching over your face, “oh I have every reason to slam you into the wall dragă”. Before your brain could overthink his works, and understand the connotations behind his emphasis, Zemo dipped his head, lips lazily connecting with yours.

Initially, you were too shocked to turn your face away, eyes wide as you could feel the scratch of his facial hair against the softness of your cheeks. The man holding you close shifted back an inch, eyes darting between yours trying to gauge your reaction.

You couldn’t even think, not with your head anyway as a deep ache began to radiate between your legs so as his face hovered close to yours, you moved first.

The kiss was chaotic, with no rhythme just licking, pulling lips with teeth, both trying to frantically kiss the other harder, not being able to move quick enough, heads tilting from side to side as his hands finally released their grip on your arms, giving you the freedom, to pull his jumper, chest bumping harder against yours.

You’d not even realised just how pent up you truly were as a strong thigh pushed between your legs leaving your cunt grinding down on the muscle, mouth opening in a quick gasp before it was swallowed up by Helmut’s tongue dancing with your own.

Zemo seemed to be moving with just as much passion and ferocity as his hands dropped to the zipper of your jeans, you wanted this, want to get rid of some of that tension before you exploded. Releasing the grip on his jumper, your hands mirrored his, gripping his belt and hastily undoing it but not as smoothly as his, your hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline.

“Fuck” you grunted as your jeans were harshly pulled down with your underwear to your knees and before you could do the same to him, your body was being turned, face now being pushed up against the cool wall, hips being jutted out slightly.

“Hurry up” he couldn’t have moved any quicker if he tried as he pulled out his cock, you couldn’t even see it over your shoulder from the positioning, only realising he had even released himself when his lips attached to your ear lobe and the hard press of his tip moved against your cunt.

Zemo swears as he feels how wet you are, only taking a second to compose himself before tilting his hips up. He was bigger than you had expected, your pussy trembling with the stretch as inch after inch delved deeper. He was moving too slow so with a grunt you pushed your hips backwards, taking the remainder of his cock causing you both to shudder, you felt so full but you still needed more.

It seemed that Helmut was experiencing as much urgency as he began to fuck you hard, his hand disappearing into your head, tugging back your head to expose your neck giving him the perfect opportunity to bite the junction between neck and shoulder.

“Ah! Don’t fucking mark me you possessive freak” he chuckled, licking over the spot that he had just bit to soothe the skin before putting all of his energy to thrust deeper and harder, your face aching from the impact of your body being pushed forward but you didn’t care, finding some sick joy in the mixture of pleasure and pain.

His lips were back teasing the shell of your ear, “you should stop fighting me all the time, we could have such great fun”.

“Shut up and fuck me, Zemo”.

Saying his name seemed to snap something within him, his cock pulling all the way out leaving you feeling oddly empty before he was dragging you over the island in the middle of the kitchen, not without its difficulties with your jeans halfway down your legs.

Just as you felt like you were about to fall on your face, you found yourself being pushed until your front was against the marble countertop and before you could react, Zemo was fucking you again. His grip on your hips was harsh enough that you knew they would be bruises later but you didn’t care, mouth gaping open releasing a steady stream of moans.

His thrusts were hitting you so deep, stroking against all of the beautiful spots within, your juices coating him, causing each thrust to squelch. You felt it now, Zemo moving so quickly that you didn’t have time to dwell in that blissful build-up, it was simply just there tight and arousing and then you were cuming, hard, walls fluttering around his cock.

The tight grip your cunt had on him was nearly overwhelming for the Baron as his thrusts faltered and he too was cuming, coating you with every ounce of cum that he had in his tightened balls. His seed spilt out of you, dripping down your thighs as he all but collapse against your back.

It didn’t take long for him to recover, however, silently easing his cock out and walking away without another word but you were fine with that, rushing to the bathroom to clean yourself. It also took longer than you expected as you had to wash your face repeatedly to try and get the glazed “I’ve just been fucked” expression off of your face.

Re-entering the main room, you noted that Zemo had returned to the couch, reading the same book as before acting like nothing had even happened so you sat as well, trying not to glance at him every few seconds, mind both overthinking and blank at the same time, the only sign that something had actually happened was the slight pulsing still tingling in your cunt.

Only a few moments later the front door was unlocking, and Sam and Bucky returned from wherever they had visited.

“Good to see you two haven’t killed each other” Bucky commented, dropping into the chair adjacent to yours.

“I can be good sometimes, Barnes” you retorted, noticing the slight smirk on Zemo’s lips.

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kaiapaia · 7 months

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i've tasted blood (and i want more)

Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu/Reader

WC: 5,542

Content warnings: if you do not like blood, this is probably not the fic for you. Contains depictions of canon typical injury/vampire bites, as well as the symptoms and aftereffects of blood loss. Also contains some yan behavior/themes. Read at your own discretion. This fic also contains an explicit smut scene- no pronouns are used for the reader, but they are described to have a vagina.

Happy Halloween, witches! It only took me a month but I did finally finish my first Halloween fic. This one is a vampire au for JJK, featuring vampire!Yuuta. I had fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it as well <3

Title is from the song Toucha, Toucha, Toucha, Touch Me from Rocky Horror.

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI. If you don't have an age in your bio or pinned, I will block you.

Yuuta’s been looking tired lately. Well, more so than usual. Even though he was turned only recently, Yuuta has the bone-tired look of someone who has seen many centuries pass. The transformation had deepened his dark eyes and sharpened his cheekbones, creating more places on his already angular face for the shadows of exhaustion to cling to. You might say it in jest, but a part of you really does blame Gojo for working poor Yuuta into the ground.

However, as much as you would like to, you can’t place all the blame on Gojo. Since he’d transformed, you’d only ever seen Yuuta drink from the cold storage synthetic blood bags kept in reserve- never the donated ones, and he avoids the volunteer feeding drives like the plague. Shoko just shakes her head. She tells you that while it’s not healthy, it’s survivable, so she can’t force him to feed.

When you finally worked up the courage to ask him why he hasn’t fed, he just smiled that disarmingly charming smile of his and told you not to worry, he just wasn’t hungry. You had to drag your gaze away from the points of his fangs, gleaming ivory under the harsh lights of the clinic.

You’ve been close to vampires before; there are several in residence at the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School. Maki feeds to maintain her incredible strength, and Nobara says that anything other than real blood will wreck her complexion. Both of them are beautiful- Maki in the way a leaping panther is beautiful, all lean muscle and coiled power, and Nobara in the way a roaring tiger is beautiful, brash and proud.

Yuuta is different. He is still beautiful, under the dark shadows that cling to his face like soot. But he is striking in the way a hurricane or car crash is. You look at him and can’t look away, in a way that feels a bit like morbid fascination in the face of disaster. He is a force of nature on his own- you’ve seen him spar on campus, and you know he’s the only person who can keep up with Maki or Gojo. You also know some of the tragedy that dogs his steps. People still go out of their way to avoid speaking Rika’s name near Yuuta, even after the dramatic mission last year where he finally put her soul to rest.

You’ve wanted to reach out, to offer him some comfort, especially after everything with Rika. For the most part he’s let you. He’ll sink into your embrace like it’s a soft bed after far too many hours awake, and you are content to hold and be held for as long as he needs.

These moments are unfortunately few and far between. Since he was turned, you’ve noticed Yuuta retreating further and further from you. He still acts like your friend, but he no longer drapes an arm around you, tucks his chin over your shoulder when he wants to see something you’re holding, or links your pinkies together when you stand close enough that your shoulders touch. You feel the loss of the casual intimacy keenly, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering what might have caused your best friend to pull away from you.

As a human with no special powers of your own, you assumed that Yuuta was simply gravitating towards people who shared his experiences and understood what he was going through. It didn’t make it hurt any less when he would startle when you walked in the room, look at you with those soulful dark eyes, and leave. You’d even noticed that when you stood near him, he would hold his breath. You knew that the turning sharpened mortal senses, but you didn’t think that you smelled quite that repulsive.

Since then, you’ve resigned yourself to this new state of your friendship. Yuuta has been through hell, more literally than most people, and you don’t want to put undue pressure on him to do something he obviously doesn’t want. So you let him keep his distance, opening your arms for him whenever he comes to you for comfort. You stroke his hair and murmur soft words in his ear, and try to tell yourself that those moments are enough when you watch him smile and laugh with his other friends.

You are caught off guard when he stumbles into the clinic in the middle of your graveyard shift. You are startled out of your studying by the loud crash of the metal doors being thrown open, and you look up to see Yuuta, fair skin and snow white uniform stained scarlet. His eyes are wild, and while his katana is sheathed you don’t miss the way he reaches for it when you jolt up behind the desk. You hurry around the desk, snapping on neoprene gloves before you reach for him, intending to check over the wounds that are still sluggishly oozing crimson.

Instead he bats you away, pressing one hand over his mouth and nose. “Stay away,” he growls at you, pushing past you into the clinic. He goes straight for the sink, turning on the faucet and leaning down to swallow mouthfuls of water. You watch him swish it in his mouth before spitting it out again, the water running red with blood.

“Yuuta, you’re hurt. Let me do my job and help you,” you try again, approaching slower this time, hands out as if you’re nearing a wounded animal.

He’s resting his head on his forearm, leaning against the wall. Pinkish water is still dripping from the corner of his mouth. “No. Don’t come closer,” he pants out. He’s trying to be commanding, but the state of his injuries and the way he’s struggling to regulate his breathing override any fear you feel.

You get close enough to carefully wrap a hand around one of his wrists, and you almost jerk your hand away in surprise. Yuuta’s normally cool skin is burning hot, pulse pounding so fast you can feel the beat of it on his wrist.

Gently but firmly, you pull him away from the sink, leading him to sit down on the nearest table. Now that some of the blood has been washed away, you can finally get a good look at his face. His eyes are bright, the bags gone. There’s even a flush to his normally pale cheeks. He looks healthier than he has in months, despite bleeding all over your operating table.

“What happened, Yuuta?” you breathe, looking him over. The immediate concern is two deep cuts, one reaching from the side of his neck down to his chest and the other biting deep into his side. You begin cutting away the tattered remains of his shirt and surprisingly enough he lets you, swaying forward to rest his head in the crook of your neck as he often does after rough missions. You feel him take a deep breath against your pulse point, the movement of air sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

“Was tracking a witch,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your skin. “Set a trap for me. Tricked me into drinking some of her blood.”

You keep your hands steady, treating what you can reach until you’re forced to put a hand on the uninjured side of his chest and gently push him away so you can reach the rest of his injuries. He doesn’t let you get far, keeping you close with a dazed look in his eyes and a flush burning high on his cheeks. His symptoms make a little more sense now; this has to be his first taste of real blood since he was turned. He’s going to have to stay overnight for observation; there’s a chance he could go feral.

You move to go to the cold storage unit and get him a blood bag. You know he’s probably ravenous right now. Blood will help him heal, and hopefully take the edge off his appetite so you can call for Shoko. Before you can get more than a step away, he locks his arms around you and pulls you back to his chest. He runs his nose along the curve of your neck, hot panting breaths blowing at the delicate skin. You reach up, running a hand through his dark hair and he practically purrs, leaning into your touch.

“You gotta let me go, Yuu,” you tell him softly, trying to coax him into letting you go. “I’m just gonna get you something to eat and I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t want it.” The words would sound petulant under normal circumstances, but right now it sounds desperate. “Tastes bad.”

“You have to feed on something, Yuu,” you say. “You’re running on empty, and you need something in your stomach so you can heal.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “It just all smells bad. It makes me sick.”

A thought crosses your mind. “You could feed on me,” you suggest, running a calming hand up and down his spine. “I know it smells bad but it’s fresh, and it’ll help you heal the fastest.”

You feel the shudder that rips through him. He sits up a bit, swaying. “No,” he protests. “I can’t, I’ll hurt you.”

You’re already unbuttoning your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders to rest in the crooks of your elbows, far enough away that hopefully it won’t get too bloody. You grab his hand, catching his attention. “It’s okay, Yuuta. I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me.” You slide a hand up to the back of his neck, drawing him close to you. He resists at first, but lets you pull him back to your neck.

His nostrils flare and he groans. “God, you smell so good,” he whines against your throat. “I’ve been wanting this for so long. It’s not fair for you to do this to me.”

“You don’t have to hold back. Take what you need,” you tell him, holding him close.

Yuuta hesitates for another moment, before his hunger overwhelms him. You feel the cool touch of his spit-slick lips before the hot prick of pain as his lips pierce the skin of your neck. The pain is sharp and hot for a moment, before it melts outwards in a wave of pleasure that crashes through your limbs like the aftereffects of a supernova. Now you understand why the volunteer feeding drives are always packed- this rush, the spread of his venom in your bloodstream, triggers a cascade of hormones that drives you into a state of euphoria.

You feel boneless, relaxed and adrift in a sea of warmth with only a slight sensation of suction on the side of your neck to ground you. Everything is hazy and electric all at once. You hardly register the cool wall of the clinic pressing against your back, but each brush of Yuuta’s hands on your skin makes every hair on your body stand on end. Every touch of his hands as they roam your body and each movement of his lips on your neck sends a shockwave right to your core. Within seconds, you are dancing on the edge of a peak that promises to be more intense than anything you’ve reached before.

Helpless to do anything else, a wavering moan escapes your lips. Distantly, you register an answering one rumble from Yuuta’s chest. A moment later, you feel his lips leave your neck and you whine at the loss of sensation. Everything still feels hazy, and not in a fun way. You see Yuuta’s face swim in front of your vision, a mass of pale skin, dark hair and darker eyes that are wide with an emotion you don’t have the capacity to name right now. You know he’s saying something, his words are high pitched and panicked in a way that makes your oncoming headache worse.

The air of the clinic starts to feel bone-chillingly cold. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to preserve the body heat that seems to be rapidly leaching from you. Yuuta’s fuzzy form dips out of your vision for a moment, returning with what you assume is one of the flimsy blankets kept in the clinic for such a purpose. He carefully drapes the blanket around your shoulders, but it’s not enough to keep you from shivering.

Ever so gently, you feel him scoop you into his arms. He sits down somewhere, cradling you to his warm chest so close that you can hear his heartbeat, pumping your lifeblood in his chest. The sound lulls you to sleep, pulling faster at the threads of exhaustion already dragging you down. As you fade away, you feel a faint press of lips to your forehead, and Yuuta’s gentle voice whispers to you, “I’m sorry. I know I should, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to let you go after this.”

When you swim back to consciousness, the first thing you feel is a splitting headache. You open your eyes to the sharp pinpricks of early morning sun stabbing at your pupils. Somewhere next to you, you hear Shoko’s voice. “Easy there kid. You’ve had a rough night. Take these,” she presses two pills and a bottle of water into your hands.

You swallow the pills and the cool water gratefully. After the pills have kicked in, you sit up, grateful that the world is no longer swimming in front of you. “Where’s Yuuta?” you croak, touching a hand to your sore throat. Your fingers meet the edge of a bandage, pressed neatly over the two puncture wounds on the side of your neck.

“Had to kick him out this morning. The two of you gave me a hell of a scare,” she looks at you reproachfully. “Came into the clinic to find the two of you looking like you just escaped a Saw trap. At least the kid was lucid enough to stop the bleeding last night, or this would have been a much rougher morning for you.” Shoko gestures to the bandage on your throat. “Practically had to pry him off of you though. He wouldn’t leave until I swore to him that I would stay with you until you woke up. Which reminds me, now that you are awake, I have a significant amount of blood to clean up out there.”

You move to get up and help, and she pins you with a glare. “Absolutely not. You are staying put until you’ve slept more and eaten that,” she points to a wrapped bento box on the bedside table.

“I’m sorry, Shoko. I’ll make it up to you,” you say meekly.

“You can do that by not letting a half feral vampire feed on you,” she grumbles, pulling on gloves and grabbing the cleanup kit from the closet. “Also by not complaining when I stick your ass on cleanup duty for the next month.”

You toss her a salute. “Yes ma’am.” You bite back the smile that’s threatening to pull at your lips. You must have been in a bad state last night, for your normally cavalier boss to fuss over you so much. It feels good, to have someone care for you like this.

The thought does drag your mind back to Yuuta- your last memory from the night before is his voice, saying something about not leaving you, but he is nowhere to be found. Shoko did say something about kicking him out of the clinic, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d threatened him to stay away for some time. She does get protective of you. You can’t help but feel guilty; you knew the potential consequences of what you were offering last night and had done it anyway, and now you’re sitting pretty in the clinic and Yuuta is most likely facing serious consequences for circumstances that had been largely out of his control.

You lay back down, lost in thought. There’s a lot of last night that’s blurry. You remember pretty much everything until Yuuta bit you, and after that your memory gets foggy. However, there are some things that you do remember that you can’t seem to get out of your head. Up until now, you’d thought that Yuuta had avoided you because he couldn’t stand your smell. After last night, you’re not so sure of that anymore. Granted, he was half feral with hunger and definitely not in his right mind last night, but you can’t help but hope that this means that things will change between you two. It had sounded like he’d been forcing himself to stay away from you, and you find yourself hoping that he meant it when he said he wouldn’t let you go again.

You fall asleep with that thought on your mind, and a faint smile on your lips. Your dreams are strange, disjointed things, but throughout them all you see familiar dark eyes in different places and you can’t bring yourself to be afraid.

When you wake a second time, the light in the clinic has changed to the golden rays of the late afternoon. For the second time today, you find someone waiting for you at your bedside, and for the second time today it’s not the person you’re hoping to see.

Even though you’ve been studying at the technical school for years now, Gojo still unnerves you. He wears those strange dark glasses everywhere, and they somehow make him look more unsettling than the few times you’ve seen him without them. Sure, they hide his wide, electric blue eyes that are so bright they seem to glow on their own. But the glasses also accent the two smaller pairs of crystal blue eyes that sit on the edge of his cheekbones and just above his brow bone. Both sets of eyes meet yours as you wake, and you’re met with the strange feeling that he’d known exactly when you would open your eyes.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Gojo greets you, making an act of looking up at you from the documents in his lap as if four of his eyes hadn’t been watching you wake up. “How are you feeling?”

“No worse than after a night out with Nobara,” you shrug your shoulders, reaching for the water bottle on your bedside table.

“Glad to hear it. You’re tough for a little lab rat,” he laughs, crossing his legs. “Shoko threatened me to keep it brief, so I’ll get to the point. Yuuta has been asking to see you. Do you want us to let him in?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately.

Gojo is uncharacteristically serious. “Are you sure?”

“I am. I knew the risks. I don’t blame him.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Gojo stands up, shuffling the papers on his lap back into their folder. You catch a glimpse of an ad for a local bakery mixed in with what looks like the pages of an incident report. “I’ll go tell him he can come see you. He’s been bothering me nonstop about it since Shoko kicked him out this morning.”

He walks to the door of your room, pausing on the threshold with one hand on the doorframe. “I hope you’re prepared for what you’re getting yourself into,” he tells you over his shoulder.

A few minutes later, you hear quiet footsteps outside your room. Yuuta has showered since you last saw him, his hair soft and clean and face free of blood. He hesitates at the threshold, but you beckon him through. “Come here, let me look at your injuries.”

He follows your demand, sitting on the bed next to your knees. You can feel his eyes on you and you know that there’s something he wants to say, but you decide to check where those wounds had been last night first. Thankfully, you are met with smooth, unblemished skin at his side and chest.

You pause there, one of your warm hands resting against the cool side of his neck where one of the wounds had been. You lift your eyes to meet his. A moment passes, then you both speak at the same time.

“I’m so sorry-”

“I’m glad you’re-”

You laugh, sliding your hand down his arm to his hand. You gently untangle his fingers from where they’re clenched in the hem of his shirt, and slowly twine your fingers with his. “I’m glad you’re alright, Yuu. You scared me pretty bad, running into the clinic all cut up like that.”

“I’m alright thanks to you,” he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it. “Please don’t put yourself on the line like that again. I can’t lose you,” he asks, dropping his head to rest his forehead against yours.

“I’m a tough cookie, Yuuta. I can take a little bite.” You squeeze his hand.

He groans above you. “You’re so cute. I don’t know how I ever convinced myself to stay away.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your face. “You think I’m cute?”

“I do. You’re irresistible to me,” he says, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You smell divine. You have no idea what a temptation you are. I tried to stay away; I was so worried that I would hurt you. And then you offered yourself up to me and I couldn’t resist anymore.” He lifts his head, bringing his free hand to your neck, tracing a whisper of a touch against the bandage. “I wish I could be stronger. Be better, for you.”

“You were starving, Yuuta. You endured so much.” You squeeze his hand. “I know you didn’t mean to, and I trust you. You won’t hurt me again.”

“I won’t,” he says, his voice full of conviction. He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I won’t ever hurt you like that again.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and then lets go, reaching over to the bedside table to get the bento box that’s still waiting for you on the bedside table.

He shuffles closer to you on the bed and brings a piece of food to your lips, holding it patiently at the seam of your mouth until you open and delicately take the morsel from his fingers. You chew thoughtfully, watching him select the next piece of food from the box.

“What does this mean, for us?” you ask him softly, in between bites of food.

“It means I’m yours,” Yuuta answers, his voice solemn. “I’ll do whatever you want- be as close as you want me to be. I understand if you don’t want-”

You cut him off before he starts to spiral. “What if I want this? Want you?”

“Then I will give you all of me,” he says, dark eyes locked onto yours. “And you’ll be mine. Are you sure that’s something you want?”

You reach out, cupping his jaw in your hand. “I’m sure. I want you, Yuuta.”

He covers your hand with his, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for a long time.

“What do we do now?” you ask, looking at him.

He laughs. “All you need to do is let me take care of you,” he says, eyes warm. “There will be time for other things after you’re feeling better.”

True to his word, Yuuta does take care of you. Every moment he’s able, he spends time with you, making sure you eat, stay hydrated, and stay warm. He even brings you a selection of his hoodies to wear, and it’s hard to miss the way he preens whenever you wear one in public.

You spend the evenings together. He’s taken to cooking for you, complete with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, and he smiles brightly whenever you oblige and plant a kiss on whatever part of him you can reach without getting in his way. After he’s fed you, the two of you will curl up on your bed and read together, or watch a few episodes of a show you both enjoy. It makes for a very cozy routine for the two of you.

Well after the point when you’ve fully recovered from the incident in the clinic, you notice that Yuuta’s cheeks have begun to hollow again, and the shadows are starting to cling to his face. You kick yourself for forgetting; he should have fed again by now to keep up his strength. Shoko will probably kill you herself if you end up in the clinic again for a bite gone wrong, so you approach the situation with care.

It just takes a bit of patience. You’ve noticed Yuuta is happiest when you let him do things for you, so you spend the evening asking him for help with little chores around your small apartment. You let him cook dinner and do the dishes afterwards, sitting at the counter and keeping him company while he works. You’ve done everything you can to make sure it’s a relaxing atmosphere; there are candles lit that give your little apartment a golden glow, and soft music plays from your little speaker.

You wait until the two of you are warm and curled up in your bed before you make your move. Yuuta is leaning against the wall, his chin on your shoulder and his arms looped around your waist, ready for you to pull out the book you’ve been reading together and find your place.

Instead, you turn slightly in his arms, just enough that you can see his face. “Yuuta, I think you need to eat,” you tell him.

He looks down at you, a very cute confused expression on his face. “What do you mean? We just had dinner?”

“You need to feed, Yuuta.” You take off the hoodie you’ve been wearing all night, leaving you in just your tank top and shorts. You let your head loll to the side, exposing your throat to him. “Let me take care of you like you take care of me.”

“What if I hurt you again?”

“You won’t. You only hurt me last time because you were half-feral and starving. I want you to feed before you get to that point again.”

His eyes are massive; the dark irises trained on the movement of your pulse at your throat. You can hear him swallow.

“Are you sure?”

You take his hand. “I’m sure, Yuuta. I trust you.”

He brings your hand to his lips, scattering delicate kisses over the back and where your pulse flutters at your wrist. “You are too good to me,” he sighs, breath skating over your skin. Gently, he slides out from behind you but he doesn’t go far. He pulls you down to rest on your back, hovering over you with a soft look on his face.

“What’re you doing, Yuu?” you ask, watching him from your position on the pillows.

“I wanna make sure you enjoy this, too,” he murmurs, dusting kisses down your throat to where the edge of your tank top sits on your chest. With tender care he lifts the edge of your tank up, waiting for your approval before he pulls it off of you. He repeats the same process with your shorts, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks as he looks at your naked body with such reverence in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

He trails his lips over every inch of your exposed skin, paying special attention to your nipples until they are stiff and puffy, shining with saliva in the soft light. Slowly, he moves his way down your body, kissing down your stomach until he’s hovering over the part of you that’s been crying out for attention under his gentle ministrations.

“You smell heavenly,” he breathes. He leans in and drags the flat of his tongue up your slit, savoring the wetness that’s begun to gather between your legs. “You taste divine,” he moans, the vibrations of the sound dragging an answering one out of you.

His tongue laves hot strokes over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as he tastes you. He keeps teasing your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue or rolling it between his lips for a moment in between licks, the motions stoking a fire in your belly When he pulls it between his lips and sucks, stroking it with the flat of his tongue, fire sears through your veins and you arch up off the bed, a long moan stuttering its way past your lips.

Yuuta pulls away from you for just a moment. “That’s it, my love. Let me hear you,” he moans, before diving back in and continuing to devour your pussy. His ministrations drive you higher and higher, fast approaching the peak with no sign of stopping. Pleasure floods your body, turning your limbs to jelly as he indulges in you.

When your orgasm hits, you feel a prick of pain on the inside of your thigh. A moment later, you feel a rush that amplifies and extends your release. It hits you so hard that you can’t even make a sound, arching silently off the bed, your mouth open in a soundless scream as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Your vision even whites out, everything going blank for just a moment before you collapse bonelessly on the bed.

You hear a faint slurping sound as you come back to yourself, and you look down to see Yuuta pulling himself away from your thigh, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. The gesture doesn’t do much beyond smear the blood and cum across his face, but neither of you really care.

He pants for a moment, dark eyes unfocused, before his gaze sharpens and he looks down at you.

“How do you feel?” he asks, worry creeping into his expression.

“Like I just saw the face of god,” you joke, a breathless laugh leaving your lips. “What about you? Do you want me to return the favor?”

He blushes at that, a slow scarlet flush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. “Ah, I’m fine. Don’t worry, I enjoyed myself.” He pulls back, sliding off the bed and standing up. You catch a glimpse of a dark spot on the front of his loose sleep pants before he walks away, moving towards your little ensuite bathroom. “I’m going to run us a bath. Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” you sigh, sinking into the soft pillows beneath you. You hear the faucet turn on, and a rustle of cloth. A few minutes later, Yuuta returns. You hold out your arms to him and he laughs softly, scooping you into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, carrying you gently into the bathroom.

He sets you in the warm water and then slides in behind you. He lets you rest for a moment before he starts to run a warm washcloth over your skin, lathering you with bubbles that smell like your favorite soap.

You let him take care of you, only taking the washcloth for a moment to wipe the blood and fluid off of his face and neck, scrubbing his skin with a gentle hand. He leans into your touch, practically purring with his eyes closed for a moment.

Once you’re both clean, he gets out and dries himself first before helping you out of the tub and wrapping you in a fluffy towel. He leads you over to sit on the closed toilet before he opens a drawer and pulls out your little first aid kit. Gently, he pushes your knees apart to inspect the two neat puncture wounds that decorate the meat of your inner thigh.

He carefully swabs them clean, pressing an apologetic kiss to your knee when you hiss at the sting of the disinfectant. You watch him open two bandaids, bubblegum pink and printed with Hello Kitty, and position them over the cuts. Satisfied with his work, he rocks back on his heels and looks up at you. He pulls your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the back before he stands up.

“Wait here, I’ll grab you some clothes,” he tells you before he walks back out into your bedroom. He returns a moment later, clean pajamas and underwear in one hand and your favorite hoodie of his in the other. Yuuta helps you dry off and dress, making sure to support you when your knees wobble.

Once you’re clean and dressed, he takes you back to bed and settles you down with a bottle of water and some snacks, before curling in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You snag your laptop from your bedside table and turn on an episode of the show you’ve been watching together and snuggle in, opening up the snacks that he brought you when your stomach rumbles.

The two of you fall asleep like that, wrapped up in blankets and in each other.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta x reader #tw blood #tw vampire #tw yandere #if you got this far mwah thank you ily #kaiawrites

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That whole little spat has also really proven how "don't feed to trolls" has fallen by the wayside because tbh, I was here for the entertainment and I will be the first to admit that that was full troll behavior - I mean, why else would Kurloz be my pfp?

And they just kept jabbering and ranting on and on...

Babes you could just stop engaging at any time, I have no need to barrel into your asks and keep it up lmfao. You're in control of your online experience. I'm here for the drama, this account exists for the drama. I give advice but I'll admit that I - again - am far from a great person and I will happily play around with antis. You keep talking, you keep up that entertainment. You keep little ol Jackal-troll here fed.

You want me gone? Curate your own experience, hit that block button, stop engaging.

It's that easy.

#anyways its like 6am and i havent slept yet goodnight #that was fun #proshippers against censorship #jackal barks #proship please interact #proship positivity #proship #proshipping #proshipper #proshippers please interact #proshipper safe #anti anti

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trashlie · 11 months

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ILY FP 231

ALRIGHTY KIDS WHO’S READY FOR STALKYOO WEEKEND WHO’S READY FOR ME TO TALK NONSTOP ABOUT ILY AND TENSION AND FEELINGS AND EXECUTION AND SUBTEXT I’M RARING TO GO picture me frothing at the mouth rattling the bars of my cage because that’s been me and that WILL remain me!

Look I’m about to choke out 246 different posts but I’m going to do my best to try to keep this one on topic... but we know how I get so uhhhh. Brace yourselves lmao

This episode is just CATNIP for me, and I know I keep saying that but forgive me, everything we’ve been getting in these arcs is jus tailor-made, it’s the stuff I feast on, it’s got me scurrying up walls like a lil lizard chewing on the rafters shrieking like a banshee. I am FED and I am addicted and I WANT MORE!!!!!!!

Nana + Shinae is just unhinged chaos I was completely unprepared for and getting to see them play out more in this episode is a HOOT. I say this with affection, but I am SO GLAD she’s not MY grandma cos WOW I, too, would be so embarrassed. (Actually she reminds me a lot of my mom, pls understand the embarrassment I have endured at her hand!) Shinae and Nana bonding over their mutual dislike for Rand was SO funny - like oh shit wait you don’t like that old geezer OR that witch? Oh you have TASTE (also there’s a subtle little... dig if we want to call it that “Oh I like this one” [eyes]). All the while Nol just sits by watching with that EXPRESSION LMAO

In fact, all of Nol’s expressions are SO funny and SO good! I cannot get over his deeply mortified blushing when Nana called the headband his “comfort headband” and pretty much aired that he was so upset that he was fiddling with it lmao LIKE COME ON (BUT ALSO HER INSINUATIONS? NANA U NASTY FREAK LMAOOOOOOO implying he’d done something unholy with it I SIMPLY CANNOT) His expression as he fucking!!! Throws!!!!! His blanket over her with his lil eye buggin out? PURE COMEDY I LOVE IT

But obviously the meat and potatoes of this episode is the Shinae Nol confrontation - and the elephant in the room. Nol says so much while saying so little - the subtext is off the charts and it’s INSANE to me that they are just.... confessing between the lines lmao

Let me get this out of the way, my favorite point to yell about: Nol cannot resist Shinae. He tries and he always fails. He is so weak in the face of her - and now he finally understands why. She doesn’t seem to realize it, but she manages to elicit truth out of him, she keeps him rooted to the spot. He’ll purposefully distance himself from her - angle away, sit away - but he still ends up angled in towards her, drawn in. She gets to him in a way that, as far as we can tell, no one else can. It’s what made it so difficult for him to actually part with her - why he stumbled and clutched her before he finally snipped the cord, why he had to block her and when she got around that (her message in his spam) he had to drown it out with alcohol. Her gravitational pull on him is so great and he is now aware of it.

I think he did have every intention to talk to her. Maybe he wasn’t going to be as open as we hope. He seemed like he wanted to at least try to clear something up. But his tune completely changed after she brought up Dieter, after she made him realize that Dieter saw it all, that he knew what Nol knows. Ngl I find this simultaneously funny and frustrating because it DOES put them in such a precarious position and Shinae is just SO unaware of it yet!!!!

Nol knows that when it’s just them, things cease to matter. It’s the way he phrases things - like how he talks about when they thought everyone was asleep, because it was that cloak of secrecy that allowed him to be so bold. It was the belief that the whole world was asleep and they were alone in their bubble, no thoughts, nothing else, acting on their whims. He knows he made a move on her, and he knows it was intentional, and it would never have happened if Dieter and Soushi were awake. But that’s the thing about when Nol is alone with Shinae - he seems to forget everything else. She disarms him and he acts on his whims.

The range of his expression is so good here - going from guarded and cautious to the moment he’s putting the dots together and he closes his eyes and screws up his face. Nol isn’t an asshole - he knows what Dieter must be feeling, what it must be like to have witnessed that, to listen in on that. Shinae may not have processed how loaded it was, but Nol can see it easily from Dieter’s perspective.

And here’s the thing about Dieter, too. He’s not a fool, he knows what he’s up against. I don’t mean it in that he’s competing with Nol, really, but we know he compares his relationship with Shinae to other peoples’ relationships with her. We’ve seen him voice his insecurity to Minhyuk - that he doesn’t have with her what Nol does. When he told Shinae she loves Nol, he obviously meant it as a friend, the way he does - but I still think he was voicing a fear that he already had in his heart. Like Nol, though, Dieter isn’t good at resisting Shinae, and he lets his hope build up when he knows better. Dieter knew he was playing with fire.

That doesn’t make it hurt any less, though - to basically have it confirmed almost behind your back. Dieter can see it for what it was - not just the way Nol was acting, the way he looked at her, the way he literally put the moves on her lol but it was the way she received it, the way she flusters under his gaze. It was how she stayed at his side the whole time, how her concern for him outshines her need for sleep or food.

Nol’s guilt is SO strong, it permeates this episode, but I think it’s also very much twisted with his fear. It’s easier to use the guilt, to frame around that, because in his mind he fucks things up all the time, he makes things worse, his existence creates more problems. I love that Shinae calls him out on the fact that it’s not his fault that his plan to get her and Dieter together didn’t work because it’s true. While he’s not wrong to some degree - pushing Dieter and Shinae to be friends does kind of prolong the pain, at the end of the day, they all make their choices. Dieter chose to collect those moments with Shinae knowing they were supposed to be strictly platonic, everything as friends. Shinae still chose to confide in him, to open up, to let him in. Just because Nol pushed the friendship it doesn’t mean they had no agency in the matter.

But obviously the real issue is not that he pushed them, that it draws out the pain for Dieter. It’s that he did all of that and in the end, he was the one who hurt him the most. It wasn’t that Shinae didn’t reciprocate - it was that Nol has feelings, too.

Now, I want to make a point here that I’m sure we’re all on the same page about. No one is really “at fault” here. It’s not like anyone has done anything wrong. Sure we can argue that Shinae has gotten Dieter’s hopes up unintentionally. Sure we can argue that liking someone your friend likes is bad. But human feelings are messy and don’t exist in a vacuum of good vs bad. The whole thing about dibs is so gross in general - it denies someone agency and instead rests on those who like them. Is Nol a bad friend for falling for someone his friend also likes? Is Shinae a bad person for falling for the friend of the guy who likes her? Obviously there are things that need to be cleared up - she needs to sort out her feelings for them, but the point remains. No one is at fault.

But that doesn’t mean Nol won’t feel guilty, won’t feel like an asshole for finding a new way to hurt the people he cares about.

I know this sounds crazy but I kind of lmao like the way he told Shinae she needs to go, that “You can’t be here alone with me any longer.”

Nol has acknowledged his role in this. He acknowledges the way he deliberately hurt Dieter, even though it wasn’t his intention. And what’s more is what he’s not saying - the subtext. That she can’t be alone with him because they will continue to say and do things that will hurt Dieter, that will create more pain. Nol knows how easily Shinae can disarm him if he’s not vigilante. All it takes is her bringing him ease again, him falling back into that comfort, forgetting the rest of the world, acting on it again.

There’s something that feels so urgent about it? Intense? That she NEEDS to go because he doesn’t have the willpower any more. That he’s trying REALLY HARD to be a good person, a good friend, but it’s so difficult. He says it every which way besides with words, and if you read between the lines he’s practically screaming it out loud.

I actually think he’s handling it pretty well, even if it doesn’t clear things up for Shinae in the moment. He’s acting on Dieter’s behalf - but also on his own. And hers. Shinae needs to come to the conclusion he has and it’s not for him to tell her. Part of why it’s so easy for Shinae to let herself feel that way with Dieter is because she knows he likes her. He’s safe and comfortable. Had he never confessed would she think anything of the way he looks at her? Would she think anything of the comfort he brings her? But because she knows, it has affected her view. I don’t say that like it’s a bad thing, because we all respond to people based on how they feel about us, I think. But if Nol were to speak those words out loud, if he were to tell her “it’s because I like you!” how would it make her feel? Would it influence what she thinks about him? Surely it would!

Nol is trying to get Shinae to come to the same realization he has, and more so, he’s trying to get her to be clear about her feelings. Do you like me or not? Do you act this way with everyone? He sees the way she gets flustered, he knows the effect he’s got on her. He’s probably sure she reciprocates those feelings and hasn’t figured it out yet - but there’s still a shadow of a doubt. There’s still the fact that maybe he’s reading into it, maybe he’s seeing something that isn’t there. Maybe she’s someone who cares about him and he’s misread it because he’s so desperate to matter to someone, anyone.

Look we all know better, but we also know how doubts persist!

There’s so much ANGST but it’s SO good! It’s not angst for the sake of angst, it’s not drawing something out just to make the story last. Nol’s expressions cause me PAIN, Shinae’s make me ACHE. He feels like a guilty asshole, he wants her to go, but he can’t even look at her and say it - he looks away, his mouth set in that way holding back all the things he believes he should not say. Honestly they are so good at hurting each other ;______; it hurts ME, too!

But also, I get it. I’m with Nol here. How can he bear to look at her when he’s pushing her away again? How can he bear to look at her when it’s all his fault (according to him). He can’t even look at her when he tells her Dieter was awake the whole time. It’s such a loaded statement but unfortunately it doesn’t QUITE land because Shinae can’t quite grasp the significance.

Actually this whole part is both so funny and so unbearable to me lmao because Nol is all but saying that Dieter oversaw them having a very non-platonic moment and she’s like i don’t get it why’s that a big deal LMAOOOOOO ;____; Nol is going THROUGH it okay! She keeps insisting that it meant nothing, that it’s just friends, what’s wrong with that. And Nol can’t come out and say the truth - that it looked romantic that it felt romantic, that he meant all of it and that’s why it’s so wrong. The whole time he’s trying to get her to understand WHY that hurts Dieter and she’s just hurting him at the same time LMAO OUCH

I LOVE those panels where we can’t see their faces - where it’s Nol’s frustration and anguish that she doesn’t get it, that he’s trying, that he feels awful because of course those feelings are still there why wouldn’t they be. His frustration, the faint lines on Shinae’s face.

Maybe it’s there at the back of her mind - something faint, something distant. Maybe for a moment she understands what Nol isn’t saying, the implications of what Dieter oversaw, overheard. But if it, she doesn’t acknowledge it at all.

Nol’s hand over his face in frustration, that panel where we close in on his eye and Shinae says “You’re not intentionally trying to hurt him!” But... he is. Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt Dieter - but he IS intentionally doing things that hurt him. And he still wants to! That’s the thing, that’s why he needs her to go. It’s so easy to fall into that, to act on that, to forget Dieter exists and instead indulge a little. It may not be his intention to hurt Dieter, but it’s his intention to do things that WOULD hurt him, and she doesn’t get it.

But GOD lmao the way she just starts to rub salt in the wound!!!!! “Whatever he thinks is just a misunderstanding. There’s NOTHING going on here!”

In ILY universe, nothing is always Nol. There is Nol going on here.

And look, I feel for him here, a LOT. This must be SO hard!!!! Not just the pushing her away, not just knowing he hurt Dieter, but having this whole conversation, her not getting it, her taking a moment that clearly meant SO MUCH to him and saying it meant nothing. Again, there’s so much that is LOADED when she says “We’re all friends here!” and he says that resolute “No”, his eyes hidden from us, his hands firm on the wheelchair.

Shinae misconstrues it as no, we aren’t all friends, but what Nol means is that no it’s not just friends. It’s two different people who like her a lot. It’s knowing he acted on something that hurt his friend. That moment wasn’t platonic, wasn’t just friendship - not for him. Clearly she’s unready to see it, but he knows it. No. We’re not friends here - we are people who like you so very much.

GOD, THE ANGST, THE ANGUISH. I AM SWINGING FROM THE RAFTERS I’M HOOTING.

I LOVE the moment he says he can’t take this - he can’t keep having this conversation, can’t take being shut down like this, can’t handle her downplaying a significant moment. If she wants to tell herself it was nothing but to keep reiterating it to him? Unbearable! But also I LOVE that Shinae stands her group and puts her foot down, I love her calling him out because like I get it! I understand both of them. She’s had no time to process any of this, all she knows is she wants him to stop pushing her away, she wants him to stop boxing her out, she wants him to be OPEN.

In a way, they are fighting for the same thing, but they keep obstructing each other. They want the same thing but they’re speaking in different languages. He WANTS her to see it - that it wasn’t a platonic moment, that he meant it that it matters that their fingerprints are all over it. He wants her to see what Dieter saw. She wants him to show himself, to open up, to stop hiding, to be vulnerable. They are trying SO HARD to get the same thing, but they just keep butting heads and getting in each others’ way.

AND WHEN SHE TELLS NOL THAT SHE’S NOT NOT INTERESTED IN DATING DIETER? OH MY /GOD/ lmao alkjfkjafkjafkjafkjja alfjakfjj SHRIEKS

Not ONLY has she basically downplayed this whole romantic moment, downplayed whatever is transpiring between them but she goes on to say SHE’S NOT NOT INTERESTED IN DIETER?! LMAOOOOOOOOO Again I reiterate no one is at fault here!!!!!! But lmaooooo the OUCHIES of this whole conversation! Isn’t it bad enough that she says it was nothing it doesn’t mean anything, and then she goes on to be like I mean i don’t totally NOT not like him idk..... LMAO

He’s clearly frustrated both in trying to get her to understand what he isn’t voicing, but also because he seems like such a resolute person? Or at least, he tries to be. I assume it’s kind of like... he realized he likes her and that’s it. It’s not that he thinks he might like her, it’s not that he might have some feelings. He knows he’s all in, all feelings, all eyes on her. And she appears so wishy washy - flirting with him but doesn’t acknowledge it, unintentionally stringing Dieter along and igniting that hope.

And the thing is she isn’t doing any of this maliciously. She’s tried to be clear with Dieter! It’s not her fault that he keeps getting his hopes up. She’s had no time to process her feelings for Nol, has had no experiences to compare any of this to. I love this conversation between them because it illuminates how little Shinae knows about feelings, about love, about romance. She hasn’t let anyone in in a long time, has guarded herself so tightly, and now that she has, how is she to understand the ways they affect her, what their significance means?

It’s easy to see why she keeps trying to box her feelings about Nol into a box they don’t fit. Of course she cares, of course she worries, that’s what friends do. It’s not that she cares, though - it’s why. Does she care as a friend or does she care as something else? That’s what he’s trying to get her to answer - and I think he got close. But she needs to distance herself from the night, too. She needs to dwell on those feelings - and not just the intensity of trying to hang on to him, but the other feelings, too. The butterflies, the fluttering, the fluster, the way she can’t meet his gaze, the way she starts to fluster if he looks at her for too long.

Someone said that Shinae is practically confessing to Nol and doesn’t even realize it and my god they’re right lmao. The way Shinae argues back that she knows Nol didn’t like it when she left after they danced, that she knows he was bummed, can you really throw all that away what we’ve been through, how effortless we are? lmao SHE REALLY JUST. Goes on saying it!!! AND SHE DOESN’T RECOGNIZE IT FOR WHAT IT WAS.

(I mean she did a whole damn love soliloquy in front of Minhyuk for Nol so like. It’s been an all night thing lmao)

Also it hurt when Nol admits that Dieter doesn’t have that with Shinae - not even as her friend. Even if she does not not want to date him, even if a part of her DOES like him - does it compare to what she feels about Nol? Does it compare to what he means to her? He can’t look her in the eye, and even as she tries to play it off, to say hey all friendships are different does it really matter SHE can’t meet his eye.

Consciously Shinae may not be aware of it but on some level she must know. On some subconscious level, that ghost of a thought passes by, a faint wave of shame. She doesn’t share with Dieter what she shares with Nol. It’s true that there’s something there, but it’s something she’s avoiding, something she consciously cannot face yet.

BUT LISTEN, MY GOD. NOL ASKING HER WHY SHE CARES /SCREAMS JUST SCREAMS ALJKFKJAFJKAFLJ AFJALJJAF AFJAKFJFA

He’s pushing!!!!!!!!!!!

I love that Nol is a ball of contradiction. He wants Shinae to acknowledge what he isn’t saying out loud, he wants her to realize that it means something to him, that there are feelings, that it’s not platonic, and he wants her to acknowledge so she understands why he’s pushing her away. But I think he also wants her to admit it herself. Confirm what he suspects. She fights SO hard but she can’t say why. She cares so much but she can’t elaborate.

Convince me.

LKJFKJAF LAJFKAJFA F /SCALES THE WALLS PARKOURS ACROSS ALL THE ROOFS IN THE NEIGHBORBOOD.

He knows. HE KNOWS. Convince him he’s wrong. Convince him it’s not what he thinks. Convince her that her extent of care of need her desperate desire to keep hold of him to make him show himself to her to be vulnerable with him is platonic. Convince him.

AND SHE CAN’T!!!!!!!!!

Again, she averts her gaze! Again, she flusters and blushes. Again he disarms her just by looking at her and he takes advantage of the moment to finally kick her out.

GOD WHAT AN EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST WANNA BARK BARK BARK WOOOOF RLKJJKJ RRRRGGHHR RRRRHGHGHG LDKJC YIP YIP YIP

IT’S SO GOOD. THE SUBTEXT, THE EXPRESSIONS, THE DANCE AROUND THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM, THE ANGST, THE EMOTIONS.

And no matter which standpoint you look at it from it’s just GOOD.

Nol feels guilty, like an asshole, he has hurt his friend. But more than that - it’s how he knows he can’t be alone with her, how he knows he can’t stop himself any more from acting on what he wants. He needs to PHYSICALLY remove her because that’s how little resistance he has, because that’s how much she gets to him, how much she affects him. It’s the way it hurts to have this conversation - where if he says the words out loud it makes them real and it becomes a weight she has to carry. If he can make her reach the conclusion on her own, maybe it won’t be so bad. He won’t have to deal with the pain if she doesn’t reciprocate - if she comes to the right conclusion and keeps her distance. If he says them out loud and she has to turn him down? He can’t handle that he can’t bear it. But at the same time, every time she denies that their shared moment meant nothing, that the way he looked at her, the way he treated her (HOW HE TOUCHED HER?????) was just platonic to him???? HOW CAN HE BEAR TO ENDURE THAT CONVERSATION?!

And it’s not that it means nothing - she just needs the space and time to process it, to really play out what happened. I think, too, on some level she IS subconsciously repressing it. Isn’t it scary? Especially because Nol is a person who comes and goes, who pushes her away and then shares these intense moments and then shoves her away again. What good is it to acknowledge what he means when she can barely keep a hold on him as a friend, when she can barely make him understand his significance. Nol and Dieter both are such good friends to her, people she can rely on, people who make her feel safe. Sure Nol may not make her feel secure all the time lmao but when it’s just them, when they’re lost in that little world, for the moment, he does. It’s scary, to think of losing any of that. All the relationships she’s ever been privy to have fallen apart. There’s no photos, no memories of her family as a whole unit. She’s seen what Rand and Yui look like. She’s got no experience of her own, and now that she has friends she loves so much, she’s too afraid to lose them.

How can she begin to dissect what Nol means to her when it makes him feel more fleeting? How can she begin to understand what exists between them is romantic when she’s never really witnessed a healthy successful romance exist?

The thing that makes friends to lovers SUCH a good trope, and why I love it SO MUCH is the stakes, the risk vs the payout. What if you take that step and it all goes wrong? What if you mess it up and you lose someone who is SO important to you, someone who means so much? What if all goes wrong and you can’t put it back together and you make something beautiful all wrong by getting your fingerprints on it and chipping the corners? You start to fear even the possibility because sure it could go well - but if it goes bad you lose it ALL. Everything.

But what is life if you don’t take some risks? Can you live with that regret, if you never take a chance, if you miss out on something you wanted?

That’s the thing about Dieter, isn’t it? He knows the risks. He knows he’s playing with fire, knows he doesn’t quite have with Shinae what Nol does. But he still tries. He still lets his unwavering hope go, even if it hurts him. He can’t ever say he has any regrets because he’s given it his all. Sure, it hurt a LOT and it’s going to, until he gets over her and can find a way to move on, but at least he tried. At least he made the effort and can say that he did his best.

It’s funny that Nol and Shinae stand in that place. She’s doing her best, she’s making an effort so she can’t regret not trying - but she just can’t see the full picture, can’t acknowledge WHY she’s fighting WHY she’s pushing. But Nol is the other part of it, the understanding, but also fear. It’s not just Dieter that stops him. If she continues to deny that it means anything, if she continues to say it was nothing.... that hurts. It’s bad enough to have feelings - but for the person you like to deny them? GOD. ;A;

At this point there’s a lot of conversations that need to be had, and i think I’m looking forward to (hopefully?!) seeing Nol and Dieter talk it out. I think as much as Dieter is hurt, I can’t see him as the kind of person who would stand in the way of his friends happiness. If they make each other happy, who is he to tell Nol to back off or something? Shinae is a person with agency who can make her own choices and if she comes to a realization that she reciprocates Nol’s feelings well.... he can’t really stop her just because she doesn’t like him. He’s not an incel alkfkjafjaf lmao I don’t think it’s the kind of thing that would make him hate either of them.

I’ve said it before but Dieter loves Nol, too, so he can understand why Shinae would fall for him. And likewise, as a person who likes Shinae, I’m sure he can understand how Nol would unintentionally fall. There’s a lot that’s happened between Nol and Shinae that Dieter doesn’t know about - the things that draw them together, that make them reach out to one and other. I think he can probably get that sense - there’s just SOMETHING ELSE there that isn’t with him and Shinae.

I like to think Dieter might encourage Nol, or at the very least perhaps tell him to stop pushing people away. That one of these days he’ll push and she won’t come back and can he really live with that? While Dieter doesn’t know as much as Shinae, he at least seems to have the sense that there’s a profound depth to Nol, that there’s a lot of pain (as evidenced between him and Kousuke) and that his life hasn’t been as easy as Yeonggi made it look, so maybe he, too, will what it means for Nol to open up, to really truly fall for someone who feels the same as him. Who is he to deny their happiness, just because it makes him hurt?

On the other hand, a part of me dreads Dieter and Shinae talking because WHEW BOY we know it’s going to hurt either way it goes. Will she deny her feelings about Nol, try to continue to write them off as friendship because it scares her, because she’s so afraid of losing him that she’s willing to swallow them down, because she doesn’t want it to get in the way? Even if she did, Dieter would see through it. I think now that he’s seen it, really seen it at play, he knows he can��t keep pretending. That’s why he’s distanced himself. If she were to try to play the card that it meant nothing wouldn’t he get more upset that she’s lying? God it just feels like a painful conversation ;___; And if she’s honest with him, if she sets him straight that she should have been clearer, that she hurt him, it just makes it hurt more AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

JUST AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

All that said, I love how good of a subversion of “why does my kokoro go dokidoki”. It’s not that Shinae is naïve - it’s that she’s inexperienced and scared. It’s that she hasn’t had the time to process, it’s that she has this mix of feelings that she’s had no time to sort them out and untangle them. For so long she held people at arm’s length and now her heart is too full! And because it’s subverting that trope, I don’t think we’ll see it drawn out for a terribly long time, and she’ll put on her big girl pants and try to make it right. Right now she’s afraid to rock the boat. She’s been hurt so many times by people, she doesn’t want to be the one who hurts others, she doesn’t want to be the one who inflicts pain. But I think when she realizes the truth, she’ll realize that trying to ignore it causes more pain, drawn out. That’s what Nol is getting at. That as long as she doesn’t definitively have feelings, it only hurts. It drags out Dieter’s pain every time he thinks there’s a chance. It drags out Nol’s pain, that she can’t sort out the feelings.

I love so much that Shinae cares about peoples’ feelings - especially because in the beginning she so badly wanted to believe she doesn’t care if people think she’s a bitch. She’s so empathetic and caring! But at some point we have to realize that avoiding a problem only makes it worse. It’s so much better to be up front and get it out of the way. Dieter won’t be able to heal until the wound stops getting ripped open. He WILL be okay, he WILL get over. But it won’t happen until she makes things clear.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS SO MANY FEELINGS I HAVEN’T EVEN TALKED ABOUT NOL’S RESOLVE BUT I’M SAVING THAT FOR A SEPARATE POST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS

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