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jinnie-ret · 26 days

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cigarette duet

poly!stray kids x ninth member!reader

genre: angst, fluff at the end

content warnings: smoking, mentions of rehab, mentions of recovery

word count: 3k

summary: you get hounded by your boyfriends after they catch you smoking. how will they react when you disappear and go off the radar?

requested: @ihrtlix

It has been a while since I've written! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get around to the requests for this event but I'm getting back into the swing of things! Hope you enjoy! Please don't take offense to any opinions presented in this imagine. Enjoy! And if you want to be tagged in anything I write please lemme know! <3

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Perhaps you had smoked one too many cigarettes last night. Waking up the next morning after battling your stresses with the addictive feed of nicotine, your throat felt dry, hoarse, scratchy even.

"Baby, are you sure you're not sick?" Felix fussed, placing his hand delicately on your forehead to gain an idea of your temperature. "I mean, you don't feel hot, but maybe you're coming down with something?"

"I'm fine, love, just need some water," you kiss his hand that was pulling away from your face, offering a reassuring smile after clearing your throat.

And in your mind, that was enough. You didn't notice the little things that your boyfriends did however.

"Binnie, what are you doing? You look like a perv haha," Hyunjin giggled at the sight of Changbin rummaging through the laundry basket and sniffing your hoodie.

"Ssshhh, keep it down. And plus, it's not being pervy, people in relationships do it all the time. It's comforting smelling each other's clothing," Changbin righteously pointed out to his boyfriend, puffing his chest before adding, "well, normally it is..." he sighed.

"Woah that's mean, you can't say our girlfriend smells," Hyunjin pushed Changbin's shoulder, laughing again but with wide eyes this time round.

"No, no, you've got the wrong idea anyways. I think... I think Y/N's been smoking. I can smell it on her hoodie," Changbin sighed, tossing the white hoodie of yours back into the washing basket that was full to the brim. He was about to continue his spiel of conspiracies until he jumped when your arms wrapped around behind him.

"Aw, babe, are you doing the washing? Thank god for that, I was worried it would never get done," you squeezed him tightly once more before kissing him on the cheek and continuing your venture into the kitchen, Felix trailing behind you.

"I think she's getting sick, I'm gonna see if we have any meds in the cupboard, or some throat sweets at least," Felix pouted as he walked past his two boyfriends, Hyunjin ruffling his hair on the way.

Changbin threw a meaningful look at Hyunjin, alarms going off in his head because it only added more fuel to the blazing fire of thoughts in his head.

"Look, we don't know that she is smoking for sure. Maybe she's just been around some friends that are?" Hyunjin whispers hurriedly, yet this caught Seungmin's attention, and his ears too.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Seungmin casually stood between the two, grabbing laundry detergent and capsules from the cupboard to act natural yet because practical at the same time.

"I'll explain later, to all of you. I'm just a bit concerned," Changbin sighed, rubbing his hand across his face before actually making a start on the chore at hand.

It was an escape for you, much like it was for other people who smoked cigarettes. And plus, you hadn't been doing it for long. You thought what could the harm be when you didn't do it a lot? Plus, it was handy that none of your boyfriends batted an eyelid in the studio when you said you wanted to go outside for some air. In fact, it gave the opportunity for Changbin to lay out his thoughts to the rest of your boyfriends who hadn't yet heard his observations.

"Y/N... I don't think she'd do that, I can't picture it," Jeongin shook his head, shaking his hands in confusion because the picture being painted in front of them seemed very unlikely and it wasn't a nice one to think of.

"And she knows it's too risky. First of all we're idols. I hate to say it but we have to think about that first in situations like these. Even when we're drinking we've got to be careful. If you're right about this, Binnie, then..." Chan groaned, leaning back into his seat with a huff.

"But she did just go out 'for some air'," Han added on, brows furrowed as he thought what Changbin was saying was quite plausible.

"Ok. We'll go check then," Minho shrugged as he stood.

"What?" Felix too stood up.

"We can't sit here and keep worrying. Let's go check and see for ourselves. If we're wrong... And I hope we are... Then it's fine," Minho grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket, scanning around the room for his boyfriends' reactions.

"And if we're not wrong, then what?" Hyunjin voiced his concerns.

"Let's just hope we're not," Chan was first to walk out the door, the rest of Stray Kids following along after him like ducklings and their mother. Apart from this time it wasn't the cute, adorable scene you'd hope for, especially because they could smell the smoke and see your lax figure as soon as they rounded the corner to the back of the building.

"No. Y/N you've got to be kidding me!" Chan snatched the cigarette out of your hand and immediately stomped it out.

"Chan I-" you fumbled on your words, eyes wide as you had all eight of your lovers stood in front of you. And the way they looked at you made you stomach twist into knots you were sure you'd never felt.

Disappointment. Anger. Concern. Indifference.

"Let's talk about this inside," Changbin wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he spoke quietly to you.

Your heart was racing faster. They were going to think the worst. But you had a way out of this. It wasn't even that bad. Sure, over the past month maybe you'd have been spending more money on packs of cigarettes, yet on the inside you felt as if there were worse things you could be doing to yourself.

"Sit," Minho bluntly said, face unreadable, tone void of emotion.

And so you did.

"We'll just have a conversation about this, nice and calm, ok?" Felix nudged Chan in particular with his leg.

It seemed however that it wasn't a conversation, but more of an intervention. A heated one, at that.

"I can't be nice and calm, Lix! Our girlfriend is destroying her body, and for what?" Chan's voice rose ever so slightly, hands squeezing the arms of the chair he was tensely sat in.

"It's just a cigarette," you feebly replied. That backbone of yours was slowly wearing away the more and more anger you felt radiating off of your partners.

"Don't be ridiculous," Seungmin scoffed, "think of the damage it's doing. Think about your career."

"It's more than just the odd cigarette, right?" Changbin prodded, wanting answers to the millions of questions he had. After all, he was the first one to notice how you gradually stopped voicing your concerns to him but still sometimes had the habits that showed your anxiety.

"Well, yes, but-" you began but were cut off.

"No buts. That's... It's, you're hurting yourself, hurting your lungs. Why are you doing this, baby?" Jeongin took your hand in his, concern not the only thing glistening in his eyes, which broke your heart.

"It's just a nice distraction, that's all. It won't go on forever, I'll just stop when I want to," you shrug your shoulders, squeezing his hand to show you meant what you said.

"It's not that easy. Nicotine. It's addictive. You think you can just stop like that?" Hyunjin frowned, shaking his head.

"I know I can," you firmly said, urging them with your voice to trust you.

"I don't know what planet you're living on," Chan shook his head.

"Channie..." Felix bit his lip, feeling torn. On one hand he didn't want your boyfriend to be so tough with you, but he also disagreed with the choices you made, the ones you were making.

"No I'm sorry but Y/N, babe, you've made one of the stupidest choices you could make! Seungminnie is right, Jeongin too. It's damaging for your body, let alone your career. You keep this up, you're not going to be able to sing as well as before. And then it'll get to the point where you can't breathe as well anymore," Chan ranted, fiddling with the bracelets adorning his wrist as he didn't take his eyes away from yours, not once.

"I just told you it's not going to go that far!" your face contorted to one of disbelief.

"That's out of your control," Minho sternly redirected your attention to him.

"Wow. It's like you don't even trust me. I'm not some kid. I can make my own decisions. So what if I'm doing this for a little bit of stress relief? For a bit of fun. It helps me," your voice almost turns to pleading, wanting them to hear you out, hear your reasoning.

"It hurts you, baby. And when it hurts you, it hurts us as well," Han bit his lip after shakily speaking up. He didn't like this situation, not one bit.

"I'm not doing it to hurt you. I'd never do that," your voice wobbled, throat feeling as if it was closing up from the sob that was lodged down there.

"Too late. I mean just look," Chan emptied your handbag, empty packets of cigarettes and some not, falling out onto the floor of the studio.

"Y/N, that's a lot," Hyunjin gasped, clutching a hand on his chest.

"It's not. It's not that bad..." you denied as you knelt on the floor and tidied up the mess.

"You're in complete denial," Seungmin rolled his eyes.

"I'm not! I'm well aware of my actions thank you very much!" you shouted suddenly, causing everyone to freeze at the volume you had just reached.

The guilt set in. It was never meant to go this far. It was just meant to be for stress relief. Something to distract you from the aches and pains, physical and mental. It wasn't long until you'd be performing a special fanmeeting and relearning old choreographies and a cover had you feeling like you were being worked down to the bone. Even iconic dances like God's Menu were hard to remember, and you felt like you had no chance. No choice. It was like it fell into your lap so easily.

The first time you had stood outside to catch some air, it was for that genuine reason. And you weren't alone. You didn't know if the person worked at your company, if you knew them, whatever. But their hand offering you something that could bring you temporary bliss was a solution you were grateful for. Only now, you were seeing that it was short term.

"You need help. Seriously..." Chan spat, grabbing his backpack and storming out of the studio.

"Find a way to end this, Y/Nnie," Felix mumbled, stroking your hair gently before following Chan out with a rush.

"You're all just going to go?" your voice cracked. Were they leaving you now?

"We just need some time," Changbin sighed. And then he was gone too.

"You're leaving me?" you sniffled, standing up to face your boyfriends that were still in the room.

"Not like that, baby. We're just giving you time to think about how you can stop this, ok?" Han stroked your face as he made sure you knew this wasn't the end. And then he left too, Minho, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin leaving too.

All alone. Perhaps it was what you deserved. You relied on the cigarettes more than your boyfriends. And they were all you had left for the moment. That was when it sank in. You had to make a change. You had to stop this habit form taking over your life, from pushing away the people you love most, and from taking your life away.

•••

"She's sorting herself out at least... that's got to be commendable."

"I guess so. Let's just hope it doesn't get out that a JYP idol is at rehab for smoking."

"It won't. And she's doing well from what I've heard..."

This was the only time Han was grateful for the staff gossiping. Immediately, he felt calmer. Considering the boys had spent the last few days blowing up your phone and worrying where you went, it was an oddly relieving feeling hearing you were at rehab. They had tried asking JYP himself, asking the manager of the company where you were but all they said was that you were safe.

"I know where she is!" Han bursted through the apartment door, slamming it shut behind him as he panted out of breath.

"Woah, woah, ok, deep breaths, let's sit down," Chan, with the darkest circles around his eyes yet, gently sat Han down on the sofa. He felt awful. He thought he had driven you away from them all. From the group. From the relationship. And that had been eating him up inside. It was a wonder he could act so calm with the news of you going into rehab.

"Rehab? For smoking? I didn't even know that was a thing," Seungmin hummed in thought, his arms crossed.

"I didn't either, but I overheard the staff. They say she's doing well. It's a good thing, right?" Han's eyes stared through the souls of everyone gathered in the lounge, begging for some sort of confirmation that things would get better.

"I mean, at least we're a bit more in the know then our own fans about why our girlfriend is on hiatus," Changbin brushed his fluffy, dark hair out of his eye.

"Can't we go and see her?" Felix wondered, lifting his head up from where it rested on Minho's shoulder.

"We shouldn't," Minho quietly sighed.

"Why not?" Jeongin quickly turned to him, mouth parted in shock that he didn't want to see Y/N.

"No, he's right. She's gone there for a reason. To get better. It's what we all said to her, isn't it? We'll see her soon. And when we do... It'll all be better," Chan helped everyone see sense. He was right. You had listened to them. You went and got help and were solving the problem. If they suddenly ambushed you and got in the way of that... You'd be back to square one.

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Today was the day, you were finally going back to the boys. You spent a good 3 weeks at rehab, and had been advised on some good coping mechanisms to take your mind off of smoking and how to create some healthier habits. You had shown good progress and it was deemed acceptable for you to leave and spend time back with your loved ones. And you couldn't lie, you were incredibly nervous. You had dropped a text without reading the spam that littered the groupchat, notifying your boyfriends what time you'd be returning, but after that you once again did not read anything else that was sent.

"Oh my baby, I've missed you so much," Han was the first one at the door, pressing kisses all over your face as he took you into his arms, holding you lightly.

"I've missed you too," you cried immediately, despite the weight off your shoulders.

"You're good now, right, darling?" Seungmin softly tugged you away from Han, both of his hands cupping your face whilst his thumbs wiped away your tears.

"I'm better," you nod through tears, Seungmin pressing a kiss to your head and giving space for your other boyfriends to soothe you and reunite with you. It had only been three weeks, yes, but 21 days had never felt so long.

"I'm proud of you, come here," Changbin scooped you into his arms and lifted you slightly, making you giggle before your feet touched the ground once more.

"Thank you... I'm sorry. I didn't realise what I had done... How far it went, you know?" you began, looking down at the floor as Hyunjin came and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his long arms securing you to him.

"We're just happy to see you here, honey, healthier," he whispered into your ear soothingly.

"And please talk to us in future. We had time to think after that, moment, and we know you were doing it as an escape. But we're here for you," Jeongin pecked you on the lips, your heads pressed against each other for a moment before he too moved away.

"Always, we're always here," Felix reiterated what Jeongin preached, and kisses you as well, noses rubbing against each other as he moved away, a cute expression on his face.

"Come here," Minho opened his arms, and you reluctantly left Hyunjin's arms only to be happy again in the warmth of your other boyfriend's embrace.

"Thank you for waiting, all of you," you swayed with him in his hug, until you pulled away and it was only Chan left.

He stood a few metres away, back to you, shoulders shaking ever so slightly.

"Channie... babe," you sighed, tugging his hand to turn him and face you. His words had hurt you the most but it was also a huge wake up call. "Please, look at me, I'm not mad. I'm so grateful."

"I was too harsh with you," he bit his lip, hard, not wanting to let any tears escape.

"I needed it. Look at me now, I'm here, I'm better, and I've got habits I can stick to instead. Ones that won't hurt me. And they won't hurt you guys either," you looked up at him, one hand running through the hair at the nape of his neck and the other cupping his face.

"I'm so glad you're back... We were worried... Lost without you," Chan admitted, staring up at the ceiling before kissing you deeply, expressing all the emotions he had held back whilst you were gone.

"It's all good now. Plus, you should all be proud of me-"

"We are proud of you, baby," Jeongin cut you off stroking your hair.

"Well, be even prouder because I know how to bake an amazing carrot cake if I say so myself," you laughed, sharing a new skill that had occupied your stress and been taught whilst you were away.

"You can bake with me now! Oh my gosh! It's a miracle!" Felix cheered, tugging you into the kitchen as the other boys chuckled from behind you both.

"I didn't think you meant this very second!"

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marikosenwrites · 4 months

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bungo stray dogs dating headcanons

a/n: note this is for all dazai ranpo atsushi chuuya and akutagawa (in that order) simps <3 my bbys they're all short

warning: names called, kind of ooc(?)

gn!reader

dazai osamu

✧this guy is head over heels for you

��literally

✧will protect you in anyway possible after losing odasaku (sobb)

✧let's say you're in the agency so he sees you like almost everyday

✧you're the motivation that makes him go to the agency??

✧asks you to do a double suicide with him when you least expect it

✧you say, "some time."

✧DAZAI POUTS SO HARD

✧you chuckle, and ruffle his hair.

✧suddenly. he sits on your lap leaning his head on your shoulder-

✧SLEEPS the day goes by so quickly, and soon, it's already time to get off work and go to dinner with him

✧so you wake him up, "'samu? you said you reserved a table at the restaurant nearby, right?"

✧he jolts up excitedly. "yeah, i did! we're leaving, kunikidaa~"

✧you wave to kunikida on the way out and head for the restaurant

✧yall have a great dinner <3 and head back to the dorm, whereas you and dazai share a dorm!!

✧you take a quick bath and so does dazaiii he is so unbelievably fast

✧he sleeps like a koala. you're his tree.

✧you sometimes almost suffocate and then you wake up and kinda move dazai away from you

✧he grabs tighter.

✧shit ya gonna die but...

"n/n... don't leave me...stay..."

edogawa ranpo

✧you accompany ranpo on any case possible, if kunikida lets you go with him.

✧often times he does, and you're grateful for that

✧though there was this one time that you couldnt accompany ranpo on his case because you had to go for an urgent mission kunikida assigned you

✧he ignored you for so long 😭

✧"r-ranpo... i'm sorry, i had to attend the mission..."

✧he doesn't reply, unlike his usual self

✧you just hug him from behind and hand him a snack, a gesture saying that you're sorry

✧eventually he gives in and leans into your hug

✧you guys chill on the couch while eating popcorn

✧"y/n, y/n, do you wanna hear how the world's GREATEST detective solved today's case?" he asks you enthusiastically (is there a typo)

✧as a good partner, OFC you say yes then he rambles on and on while you eat popcorn and occasionally feed him some

✧you guys soon head to sleep

✧not after you guys take a warmmm bath together in your bathtub, though

✧as you tuck him in, you also give him a big kiss on his forehead, like you always do

✧and get in the bed yourself

"mm. much better. night night, sugar."

nakajima atsushi

✧this guy is so soft for you

✧protect him please and thank you

✧though ofc he wouldnt want you to face akutagawa by yourself

✧that's the only thing he wouldnt want you to protect him from

✧though, it would be nice if you protected him from kunikida's wrath of hell

✧he would come and find you to get to work, if you aren't already living together already

✧you guys walk hand-in-hand to the agency or if you live far, you guys meet up at the train station

✧he sits next to you or near to you in the office

✧kunikida's always complaining how he's always talking to you to his therapist (if he has one i feel like he needs one though)

✧is always paired with you on missions

✧"n/n! are you sure you're okay?" atsushi asks you worriedly.

✧"atsushi, i only bumped into a mannequin by accident-"

✧"are you sure??"

✧you OFTEN need to reassure him that you're fine and it was just a small scratch or something like that

✧he asks multiple times during the day and when you guys sleep he's just like searches for scratches that you're hiding not very obviously cuz he's worried

✧likes holding you when you sleep and you just lean into the crook of his neck like <333 you help him get rid of his nightmares

"good night, n/n... sleep well..."

nakahara chuuya

✧best fucking partner i swear

✧head over heels for you part 2

✧is kind of worried about protecting you if you get targeted by the public

✧only kind of though *wink wink*

✧his ability can protect you well and protect the city

✧if you ever get missions, asks you to send all the files to him just in case you go for more than a day and no one knows where you went

✧"baby, make sure to send me the files before you leave for the mission, alright?"

✧"mhm... i'll make sure to send it tonight, then. just in case i forget tomorrow morning."

✧you don't get lost too often though so he doesn't get to shine TwT

✧when you do though, chuuya gets very very worried and heads to the location to find you

✧always checks if you're okay, if you're heavily injured, fights the guys in like one minute and he's done and then carries you back to pm hq

✧if you're not as heavily injured but still injured (which is often the case if you're lost), still ends the guys in one minute and gets a bandage out of nowhere

✧when he gets home with injuries

✧you get to place kisses on them no matter where they are what they look like

✧sleep with you asking you if you want the big spoon or small spoon

✧you often choose the small spoon

✧rare occasions are that chuuya is heavily injured

✧you and chuuya sleep peacefully <3

"good night, doll. sweet dreams."

akutagawa ryuunosuke

✧akutagawa is clueless about almost everything in a relationship

✧except for that you share affection, i guess??

✧you're always paired with him in missions

✧if you're not akutagawa demands a refund from mori lmao

✧he has gin teach him on the basics of relationships, like what you should do while sharing affection and stuff

✧when you're hurt in a mission he picks you up with rashomon no matter what or how bad your injuries are/injury is, he doesnt care and you need care immediately

✧after picking you up kills the bad guys like "RASHOMON!" that kills them "HOW DARE YOU HURT Y/N?!"

✧"ryuunosuke?? it's only a scratch??" you looked confused to him.

✧"any wound is a fatal wound for you. you don't have an ability, y/n." he states bluntly.

✧you would just kind of bonk his head (so cute omg) and then be like "hmph"

✧he prepares an actual bath for you with bath bubbles and all

✧refuses to join you though he's not used to being completely uncovered in front of someone, even his family/lover

✧after a lot a bit of convincing, you manage to get him in the bath tub with you, relaxing

✧you guys finish bathing with some relaxing in each other's arms

✧he sleeps with a shirt on def but with like boxers on only though

✧he feels better with the shirt cuz rashomon

✧he cuddles you like he's protecting you and stuff

"i love you, y/n. always know that. good night."

a/n: also hoped you liked this! you're always free to request, as long as its in my abilities and i have the time.

©all banners, dividers, and stories are made by marikosenwrites and the pictures in it are from pinterest. i own none of the BUNGO STRAY DOGS/BUNGOU STRAY DOGS/文豪ストレイドッグス characters mentioned here.

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Just thinking about ASL living together (modern AU) and Ace always trying to sneak Yamato inside their house without Sabo's knowledge because he doesn't want him to go all 'responsible older brother' on him. But the reason why he's always letting Yamato stay over is because his life at home is obviously... Not so good and he hates being there so he tries to spend most of his time outside. And Ace's heart aches every time he has to let him go, so he often lets him stay over. It becomes more constant and less of a 'sneaking in for a while' thing. And Sabo knows. Because of course, Sabo knows. Sabo always knows what's going on. One day he wakes up to see Yamato having breakfast and Yamato gets all anxious and not knowing what to say and trying to make an excuse (because that's what Ace told him to do if this ever happened) and Sabo is just like "Do you want anything else?" / "Huh? What?" / "I mean. You're eating cereal but we have more stuff in here, you know? At least one of us can cook. What do you want? I can make you pancakes." / "YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE PANCAKES???????" / "Oh my god, what has my brother been feeding you in here???" / "Mostly leftovers." / "Dude, why are you still with him?" / "Because I love him!" / "Yeah, no, me too. I guess love makes you do stupid things like dealing with a fucking moron like him. Anyway- Pancakes?"

And then Ace wakes up to find his brother and his boyfriend actually getting along and laughing and having breakfast together, and he needs a second to process everything because he's tired as fuck and maybe he's hallucinating. But that doesn't matter because the point is that he's fucked.

Ace: ..... Hi? Sabo: Hey :) Ace: What are you two doing? Yamato: WE'RE HAVING BREAKFAST :D Ace: Yes, babe, I can see that. Why are you here, Sabo? I thought you were- Sabo: I got home last night from college. We have some days off. Now, care to explain why you've been treating your cool boyfriend like a dog instead of giving him actual meals? Ace: I- You're not angry? Sabo: Oh, no. I am angry. Can't you see I'm angry? Ace: Sometimes you give me mixed signals and I'm never sure...? Sabo: I'm angry. That clear enough? Ace: Yes. Yamato: Okay, so Sabo is the only person that scares you. That's good to know. Ace: OH SHUT UP HE DOESN'T SCARE ME I AM NOT AFRAID OF MY BROTHER Sabo: Ace. Ace: ... I'm sorry.

Then, Sabo takes Ace to a more private place in the house and expects an explanation from him and Ace can't keep the secret anymore. So he tells him about Yamato's dad and how he is not a good person and he's always keeping him locked and making his life a living hell. And Ace is literally begging Sabo to let him stay for a while and Sabo is just staring at him like "Why would I not let him? How could I not? Do you see me as some kind of controlling demon around this house or what?" / "I mean, you're kind of scary sometimes-" / "Because you don't do shit around here and when I left for college I expected you to take care of Luffy. But I'm not making Yamato leave! What the fuck, Ace? You should've told me." / "I just- I just don't want him to go back there. He's, like, the nicest guy I've ever known. He's just so good, Sabo. I don't want him to-" / "Yeah. Yeah. He's the love of your life and you're gonna get married and have a fairytale ending or some bullshit like that." / "I did NOT say that." / "But you love him. I'm not letting him stay over if you're not serious about this. We barely have money for us three and we're lucky I can go to college." / "... I know. I know. I do. I do, you know. Like. The L word. You know I can't say it." / "Idiot." / "You're so mean to me. You don't do this shit to Luffy." / "Because at least Luffy has the decency of telling me when his friends are coming over." / "That's what you think." / "What? / "Nothing."

So, long story short, Yamato has the chance to actually live with them for a while if he wants to. Of course, he can't do it permanently. But he knows he has a home there if he ever feels like leaving his own house.

#sabo is a fucking liar he only knows how to cook because koala taught him #and also sabo is a fucking mess too he just says he isn't but he is #sorry now i am thinking about yamato and ace cuddling at night and i'm very sad because i love them and i think we should talk more about i #the hurt/comfort potential of this ship #one piece #portgas d. ace #revolutionary sabo #asl brothers #yamato #yamace

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argreion · 3 months

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Tummy cuddles with Leon!

Tummy cuddles with Leon like... All Leons got a little tummy. I'm here to give it kisses, squishes, and probably fall asleep on it. Sometimes we all just need tummy. 😌

Btw so sorry for clogging the tags a bit last post for Leon today :3 I got to balance the dark with the fluff! Let both sides eat some food!

RE2R - Imma say it, probably the most giddy out of them all. Why are you squishing his little belly? Now you're nuzzling it? You're making him stutter and blush! He can't handle the cuteness with you hugging him! Falls asleep with you falling asleep on him. Would do it to you too, he's gonna squish and love you so much for it. Kiss your stretch marks too! 100000/10 on my tummy cuddler scale.

RE4R - Ok, maybe he got a smaller belly cause this is like... The most muscular Leon if we go off of RE4R. If not, then probably DI, ngl. Stiff, he's gonna tense up a little. He doesn't even exactly have a belly. Pets your head and he's gonna ask why? Why, sir? Just let me cuddle you, c'mon! Still cuddles your tummy a lot. Rubs his face in it because he loves the softness. Will pick you up and bury his face in it. Imagine a face palm, but instead he picks you up and slaps his face into your tummy. :3 1000/10 for my tummy cuddler scale.

ID - Ok, maybe he ain't so much tummy cuddler during this period. Might push you off a little cause ngl, he seems like he wants beauty sleep. No, stop cuddling him! Gets fussy, but he doesn't actually really mind it. Just don't get too annoying with it, he has work in the morning and he at least wants a few hours of decent sleep. Doesn't do much tummy cuddling to you, it isn't in his system anymore. Asides from coming home after a mission, then he's going to that couch and collapsing on top of you. He does blow a little bit of raspberries, he would. Admit it, most Leon's would. It's in his blood! Feels like more of a thigh rest person then a tummy rest person. 7/10 tummy cuddler scale rating.

Damnation - Er, he's got the spirit. Kinda. Doesn't honestly want tummy cuddles, nor wants to do them. Sadly... He's just a little ass for it. He's out of it, don't judge him for it. Ok, maybe he does want one but he's in his emo angry era. 3/10, he's an ass in this emo era compared to Vendetta. Just likes holding hands y'all... :( (Maybe some ass cheek holding too, but honestly all Leon's love ass in my head.)

RE6 - Ok, now he'll do tummy cuddles all the time. He understands it, he mastered it, and now you won't escape. He hugs and cuddles hard when drunk. Bud is a clingy drunk in RE6, and you can't tell me otherwise. Strokes your hair so you fall asleep on his stomach. Falls asleep like a old goober and wakes up. Calls it a five star resort just because it's you. Has low-key started to hold your waist and hips because of it. Blows raspberries on it cause he can and WILL. 10000000/10

Vendetta - Low-key loves it and hates it. Mixed relationship like with Ada. Prefers that he does it to you then you to him. It comforts him, like a cat kneading biscuits! Arms wrapped around you, and falls asleep like a baby! Then proceeds to push you away in his sleep because ew, his 'pillow' isn't cold! If you do it to him, lucky ass man. Probably when he's watching a shitty show and doesn't care in the moment. Likes hearing your heartbeat, and knowing you're alive and here with him! 6.2/10, he just doesn't want the tummy cuddles to happen to him.

DI - You can tell my fav, can't you? He's got belly, and he ain't afraid to use it. Jokes about it, too. If you ever drop to his knees and do belly smush, he's gonna stand there with crossed arms with a shit eating smirk. He loves it, he's old, and honestly likes affection from you. Like the cat you started feeding in Vendetta that would hiss, then starts wanting your attention every second. Throws himself on you in bed all the time to give your tummy kisses and raspberries. He'll nap, but he won't sleep. His neck will hurt, and so will his back! Poor guy is just happy ngl. ∞/10

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Could we see Konig being real stalker- cough cough I mean devoted?

This is not good, the ideas I'm cooking up... At least Ghost gets to see Goose every day, lets keep that in mind. Also let's keep in mind that the nasty boy was retired for being too good at his job...

You tug your front door open because you're half sure you heard a knock. It was hesitant, and soft enough you could ignore it --something you're tempted to do given the sun is barely up-- but it doesn't hurt to check.

"Oh! König," You smile up at him, doing your best to look more awake than you feel. Still, you can't help rubbing some of the sleep out of your eyes. You note he's wearing his bandana again.

"Good morning Schatz, did I wake you?" His eyes dart over you with concern. You cross your arms tugging your flannel a little tighter over your slip, giving yourself some added protection from the morning bugs. You shake your head, like a liar.

"Nope, all good. What can I do for ya'?"

"My-" He drags the word out, looking over your head and into your house, "-coffee maker is broken," He nods a little, you stifle a yawn, "und I was wondering if you had any to spare?"

You nod and wave him into your home, hearing him shut the door nicely behind him and then silence. You glance over your shoulder to tell him to follow you, but he is. He's just... silent. You didn't know guys that big could sound like anything but giants, you sort your focus back to your coffee maker in the kitchen.

"Might take a few minutes, I was gonna make breakfast. You want anything?" You pop open the top of your coffee maker to dump grounds in, trying to think through what you've got in the fridge. Do you even have enough to feed this guy?

"That's very kind, thank you," König hums glancing around your kitchen, "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm not very handy in the kitchen, but maybe..."

You hum, watching the water fill your coffee pot before shutting the sink off. Actually you could use his height on a few things. "I've got a light out in the living room, if you'd wanna replace that? Save me getting the step stool."

You are so sweet, so soft, so trusting, made for all the things König wishes he was made for. You were so cute standing in your doorway, tired eyed, hair still messy from sleep, just a slip and an oversized shirt between you and him. That should be his shirt you're wearing. He'll find a way to get you one.

He flips a switch on the box on his kitchen table, and hears static crackle before the air waves pop into the right channel. This is just precautionary, he tells himself, just because you're a woman alone in the middle of nowhere. It's really for your safety, and he won't ever turn it on after this.

Your voice filters through the receiver's speakers singing along to some song he doesn't know. He settles heavy on his kitchen chair, folding his arms on the table to rest his head on them. You sound so pretty, like you're singing just for him. What's one bug? One bug is nothing, he thinks watching the blinking light on the receiver, you probably wouldn't even mind if you knew.

#I really wanted the coboys to be mostly sweet fluff but honestly the 141 has that covered #let the nasty boy be nasty he loves it #He does have to turn the radio off when his darling starts loudly swearing because he can't stop laughing #he's cute and i am mentally unwell but so are u for asking this #cowboy!König #könig x you #könig modern warfare #könig call of duty #konig x reader #konig x you #tw stalking #he's not gonna be dangerous about it tho #cute stalking

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sporadicthingcollection · 6 months

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Smash or Pass: Part 4/4 (LA!Buggy the Clown x Reader)

Summary: It's the last stop before the Grand Line and you slink away for a quiet evening. The universe, however, decides to clown on you. Sequel to Kiss, Marry, Kill. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Warnings: Attempted murder. Word Count: ~3.6k.

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PART 4: In which you prepare for a walk of shame, avoid eating your hair, and do some storm prepping.

Oh, what a wonderful dream. There you were, the High Surgeon Princess, besieged by uncultured swine. You thought for sure your time was up, but then the Harlequin Outlaw swooped in like the incorrigible, irascible rapscallion you've always wanted in your life and saved you from certain doom and dishonor. You graciously treated his wounds and one thing led to another and you fucked like rabbits in springtime. You got married and had two-point-five children and lived happily ever after in a castle with a white picket fence.

Unfortunately, your marital bliss is interrupted by the sun on your face and a battleaxe pingponging around in your skull.

You grumble. You hate Drunk You. She’s a bitch who doesn’t know her limits. Next time you see her, you’re gonna kill her.

Your cheek is stuck to something smooth, your arm is under something heavy, and something wispy tickles your lashes. You open your eyes to find that they’re all the same thing -- a broad expanse of tanned skin stretched taut over hard muscle, draped with a head of long, blue hair.

Alright, maybe Drunk You isn’t so bad. She knows your tastes and left you a thoughtful gift. Maybe you’ll get a bonus round.

You drape your other arm over him and explore. Nice pecs, fuzzy chest, cock semi-erect�� ooh, soft belly. Very nice.

You walk your fingers up to his face. Stubble, pierced ear… what the hell is that on his face?

You sit up as much as you can with your arm stuck under your gentleman friend.

Your memories come rushing back like water through a sluice. Your blood turns to ice. You’re never drinking again.

You’re stuck. In bed. Naked. With Buggy. Buggy. Fucking Buggy. Not Kuro, who at least had some class while he tried to eviscerate you. Not Mihawk, who has no beef with you personally and doesn’t wear a shirt. Not even that handsome Marine with the sword and suit.

You could have lived with any of those, but no, you wake up next to the most pathetic man in the four Blues. A literal clown. A vainglorious loser. A man who wants to rip your captain, your best friend, limb from limb and feed him to sharks.

Do you think you could chew your arm off before he wakes up?

You look for any sign of him stirring. Eyes closed, hair falling in his face, lips parted slightly as he breathes. One strong arm tucked underneath his head and the other in a loose fist by his mouth.

He looks so cute and peaceful. Ugh.

He shifts enough for you to free your arm and, just as you thank the gods, he lets out a snore that could have come from an ox. You can’t help but laugh.

Maybe this wasn’t a mistake. Maybe this was two people fooling around. Maybe nothing will come of this and you'll both go on your merry way with a fond memory of a night of drinking, dancing, and screwing. La-di-da-di-day. Everyone wins.

You stand up on shaky legs and examine yourself. A lot of little bruises on your thighs where he gripped you, but no hickeys. Thank God.

There’ll be no hiding the walk of shame, but you can at least maintain some dignity. You fix your hair, rinse your mouth out with the water in the dry sink basin, and sponge bath yourself with…

Hmm. No washcloth and you're out of rags. There’s gotta be something around here you can use.

Like the candy cane bandanna on the floor. You snatch it up and, wetting it, give yourself a quick wipe down. Pits, tits, pussy, as the saying goes. You'd never forgive yourself if you got something nasty from this.

“Oh,” says a soft voice.

You turn. Buggy, propped up on his elbow, blinks sleepily at you. The sun lights up his hair like a shallow sea on a calm morning, shifting and shimmering as he brushes a few strands out of his face.

Your stomach jumps up your throat in a most pleasant way. Clearly, it’s conspiring with your heart against your brain.

He rubs those wide, gorgeous eyes. “Thought you’d’ve made your exit.”

You were about to. You shrug. "Just enjoying the view. Counting the masts.”

Hook baited. The joke is right there. Right there. He’ll say ‘I’ve got a mast for you right here, hur hur’ and you’ll have an excuse to get the hell outta here.

But he smiles. Not the showman’s smile he gets before he says something he thinks is clever. It’s soft. Warm. The kind of smile one bestows in private to those deemed worthy.

"Glad you didn't," he says.

Your brain puts up a valiant defense, but the heart-stomach alliance is winning. You swallow.

His smile wavers slightly. “Is that my bandanna?”

Shame burns your ears. "Sorry. I'll wash it--"

He flaps his hand dismissively. "Keep it. I've got plenty."

He pulls the sheets back and by God, nothing has ever looked as tempting as him. Him, a pirate with a weird nose who tried to kill you, sprawled out on scratchy, threadbare sheets, his fat cock laying there so deliciously—

You swallow again. Your pussy has joined the siege on your brain and they’ve voted to rename it the Organ Entente.

He stretches as he stands, his muscles rippling as he pops and rolls his joints. Sunlight pours over his body, draping him in liquid gold. He pulls his hair from its ponytail and gives it a good shake before putting it back up.

Lest your eyes join the fight as well, you turn away. Count the masts in the harbor. See if you can spy any Marines. Find the Merry.

Two strong arms drape around your shoulders, pulling you against a broad, warm chest. He rests his chin on your head. “Think I can see my ship from here,” he murmurs.

And in jumps your skin from the top rope. The nerves have betrayed the brain, charging over the ridge to aid the Entente in its assault. “Yeah?”

“Right over there. The Big Top.” He points to a perfectly normal-looking ship, nothing like the beast that waylaid you a few weeks ago. “Well, she’s the Loosey Baru now. Heard the Marine captain's a real bulldog, so we did her makeup and gave her a costume change.”

“Amazing what you can get away with when your sail’s not a big Jolly Roger.” You were the only one against putting a giant WE ARE PIRATES sign on your mainsail, but you got outvoted.

His chest thrums as he giggles. “Subtlety is for cowards.”

You scoff. “Subtlety is for people who like not being in prison.”

"And being flashy is for people like me.” His head moves to your shoulder. His stubble scratches against your cheek. “Who like meeting girls like you.”

The Entente breaks through the wall and feelings flood your brain. Warm feelings. Fuzzy feelings. Feelings that make you absently kiss the side of his nose before you’re even conscious you’re moving.

Buggy goes stiff and not in the fun way that pokes your kidneys. He jerks away from you, gaze hard as he searches your face. Whatever he’s looking for, he must not find it, because a moment later he kisses your lips.

Overwhelmed, your brain surrenders. The Entente celebrates by jumping around all through your body, bouncing from your head to your toes. They also must have fired off a twenty-one-gun salute, too. Why else would your ears be ringing like bells? Big bells? Big, glorious, golden wedding bells?

But it's over as soon as it started. He pulls away and straightens up. “C'mon, let's get outta here before the matron gives us the hook."

Dressing goes smoothly enough for the both of you. Socks and gloves are retrieved. Drawers are located. Your bra and his scarf are found. You stuff his bandanna into your pocket and he settles on a ponytail.

You’re pulling on your trousers when you see him looking in a small compact mirror, carefully drawing green swoops on his face with what looks like an oil pastel.

“Makeup at a time like this?” you ask.

“Flashiness is next to godliness.” He draws a cross on his forehead, then regards himself. “Ech, I need a shave...”

You pause as you fasten your belt. “Gimme a few grand and I’ll shave you so smooth you’ll look like a ten-year-old. Promise not to cut your tongue off this time.”

“Done.” He swaps the green pastel for a tube of lipstick and moves on to his mouth, smearing his lips red. “Gonna have to straighten out my cabin first. Place’s been a mess since... well, always."

You pause mid-bra hooking. "Huh?"

“Haven’t shared with anyone ‘til now.” He rubs his lips together. “Not like it’s dirty — just clothes and shit everywhere. Hope you don't need much closet space.”

What the hell is he on about? You pull your shirt over your head. “Sharing quarters?”

“What, you think I’d stick you in with the freaks? My bed’s big enough for two.” With the back of his wrist, he smears the color onto his cheeks and into the gruesome smile he’s known for. “Not to mention that it's a bed and not a hammock. You ever try to fuck in a hammock? Ain't easy, lemme tell ya."

You lace up your shoes. "I have no idea what you’re on about."

"I’ll show you when we get back to the ship."

"What ship?”

Any mirth in Buggy's face vanishes. He looks at you, brows knit. "My ship," he says slowly. “We’ll get you settled, then I’ll go take care of my business, and we'll haul anchor when I get back."

The audacity of this man. "You really think Luffy'll let you kidnap me? He'll be on you like suckers on a squid."

He’s giving you a look you know well: the do-you-need-a-psych-eval-cuz-you’re-talking-crazy look. “Since when is going with someone willingly kidnapping?”

You return the look. "What the hell makes you think I'm going with you at all?"

He pockets the lipstick and clicks the compact shut. He steps towards you. “You said if I screwed you to the wall, you’d come with me. I did just that. And then I asked if you meant it, and you said you did.”

"That's not--" You falter. Okay, you can see how bringing up what he said and telling him to do it could be misinterpreted.

Well, shit. Miscommunication strikes again. "Sorry you got your hopes up."

Buggy falters. Something stirs the rivers of his eyes, the same vulnerable, hurt something you saw lurking when you'd insulted his nose. His gaze drifts downwards and his jaw clenches.

Remorse douses you in a bucket of ice water. You're officially a giant asshole. And a slut. And a dumb bitch lush who hurt someone you actually started caring about.

For a moment, you consider recanting. Go with him. Run off and join the circus like you always threatened you would. Sail the seas with a colorful cast. Get rocked every night.

You stop yourself. Enough. You hate a captive audience, you're not a pillager, and while you are a slut, you're not desperate. You have people you know you can trust. Stick with them. Don't jump in with the wildcard.

Buggy huffs, snapping you out of your musings. The hurt in his eyes has faded and the rivers are still. The eerie calm before the storm surge.

"You led me on," he growls.

"I did no such--"

A knife flies past your head, taking off a few strands of hair and shattering the window.

Buggy's shoulders rise and fall rapidly. He readies another knife. "I'm gonna rip your lying tongue out."

You suppose that's karma. You edge towards the window and he matches your step. Another knife narrowly misses the back of your head.

“And then I'm gonna drag you across the keel by your fingernails."

Ouch. A third knife sails past your nose. You're almost there...

"And then I'll nail your corpse to the figurehead!"

He lunges at you and you at him. You dive low, hitting the floor as he hits the dry sink and leaves the way to the door wide open.

Unfortunately for you, it's locked. You turn the bolt only to be pulled away and spun around by the strap of your satchel.

Buggy pins you against the door, yet another knife at your throat, his arm against your chest, and his knee between your legs. It would be hot if it wasn't for the deranged churn and roil in his eyes.

"I'm gonna ask one more time," he says. “You coming with?”

“No,” you spit. You try to kick him off, but he holds you fast.

He cracks a bit in both composure and voice. “What’s that little rubber prick got that I don’t, huh?! What's it gonna take?!”

“He’s never tried to kill me.” Not on purpose, anyways. “And he doesn't hurt innocent people.”

Frustration ripples through his eyes, and his gaze drifts downwards. “Well, I’m hurt.”

"You're not exactly innocent!" He doesn't notice your hand sneaking towards the knob. "He'll have to be dead, dying, or catatonic before I leave him."

He looks back up. Defeat hardens into determination. "Consider it done."

You really shouldn’t say what you’re about to say, but the words are out before you can stop them. “Good fuckin' luck, big nose.”

The river rages. The floodgates crack and the levees break. He drops the knife and reels back a punch.

You twist the knob. The door opens outwards and he sails past you, landing a heap on the floor.

"Sorry," you say. You really do mean it. He tries to grab your ankles, but you dodge his hands.

The bar looks like a stampede went through it. The matron looks up from her cleaning as you leap down the stairs. "How's your boyfriend?"

"Trying to kill me." You sprint for the front door, only to pause. "This happens a lot. Situation normal." One more pause. "And he's not my boyfriend."

An impotent roar hits your ears. "I'm gonna make you eat your hair!"

And there's your cue. Exit, pursued by a clown.

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In hindsight, it makes sense that Sanji would be in the galley making breakfast. You still scream like you saw a corpse when he greets you, but he doesn’t take it personally. Just offers you a warm drink and a place to sit.

You sit at the counter while he pours you a steaming mug of black coffee. You drink deeply. “How do you always manage to make a perfect cup?”

“If I told you that, I’d be out of a job.” He returns his attention to the stove. “So what’s his name?”

You almost spit your coffee all over him. “Say again?”

“You're gone all night and come home in the morning looking like you ran the whole way.” He gives you a sympathetic smile. “Will you at least tell me if you were chased? Just in case we need to bust some heads.”

“I think I lost him by the shipyard.” You stare into the swirling steam. “If you fell in love with someone, would you leave the crew to be with them?”

Sanji’s gaze drifts upwards. "Didn't I already?"

But he's... Oh. Ooooh. "Alright, that was smooth. But you know what I mean."

He pulls a frying pan from the cabinet, gazing into its sheen like a scrying mirror. "I'm not sure. Depends." He looks up. “Is this the same person who sent you running?”

“No,” you say on impulse. Sanji continues to stare at you. You slump. “Yes.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Love always hits like a hurricane,” he says. You quirk your eyebrow at him. “Old East Blue saying. It's sudden, fast, and sweeps you off your feet.”

Not the only thing that does that. "Speaking from experience?”

“First time I saw you, love,” he says with a wink and a smile.

You blush in spite of yourself and laugh. “Call me in ten years. I’m a bit old for you.”

His smile grows. “Could have fooled me.” He clicks the burner on and turns to dig around in the refrigerator. “So, tell me about your temptation.”

“What's there to say? Boy meets girl, boy drinks with girl, boy dances with girl, boy kisses girl…” Boy blows girl's back out, boy gets his heart broken, and boy threatens to make girl eat her hair. “...and here I am.”

“Sounds like a swell guy.” He sets a stick of butter, a rasher of bacon, and a dozen eggs on the table. "At least you had fun."

You snort. “So what do I do about B—” You catch yourself. “About this hurricane of mine?”

Sanji looks at you. Not that accusing right-into-your-soul look that Nami does, but like a man contemplating fish in a pond. “Well, you could build a sea wall, evacuate to higher ground, dance around naked in the rain…”

You chuckle. You wouldn’t mind seeing that. “What would you do?”

He smiles. “Batten down the hatches and enjoy the rising tide.”

You nod. Certainly something to chew on.

Standing, you take your mug. “I’m going to sit on deck. Photosynthesize a bit,” you say. You smile. “Thanks for listening, Sanji. I mean it.”

"Any time, love. I'd never judge." He cracks eggs one by one into the frying pan. “Every big storm has a name. What’s this one?"

You pull the bandanna from your pocket. You should hang it out to dry. “Hurricane Buggy.”

As you head out on deck, you hear the mighty splat of eggs hitting the floor.

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The Buggy Pirates are no stranger to their captain's mercurial temper. Laughing one moment, shouting the next, then throwing a violent fit about who knows what, then back to cackling.

But this is extreme even for him.

They linger outside his cabin, listening to the crashing and slamming. No shouting, though. Just the occasional huffing and puffing, followed by the crack of splintering wood and the whunk of knives hitting the wall.

"How long's he been at this?" the strongwoman asks the fire eater.

"Longer than usual," he mutters. "No one knows why."

The old fortune teller -- also the cook -- crosses her arms. "He was gone all night and he comes back with a love bite. Could only have been a woman."

The shatter of glass makes everyone flinch. Still, not a sound from the captain.

"Could've been a fella," the strongwoman says.

The cook shakes her head. "I've been around a long time, girl. Only a woman could drive a man to this sort of madness. The fury of a woman scorned is nothing compared to the rage of a rejected man."

The contortionist rolls his eyes. "So he fucked around and found out. So what? Mohji said he had eyeballs on the rubber kid's crew. We need to move."

The strongwoman casts him an appraising look. "If you wanna go in and get him, be my guest."

He blinks, then frowns. He crosses his arms. "We could all go in there."

"I'm not gonna fight a guy with a shitload of knives."

"We can take him. Not like he can't stab all of us."

"He literally can."

"Wait. Shh, shh, shh." The fire eater puts a finger to his lips and holds up his hand. "You hear that?"

They all listen. They hear nothing. Silence.

He presses his ear to the door. "He's singing," he says with a frown.

They all glance at each other. That's never a good sign. "Singing what?"

"You know the one about the guy who gets drunk and kills his woman and gets hanged for it?" They nod. "That one."

The cook gives the strongwoman her famous told-ya-so look. The strongwoman rolls her eyes.

The door opens. The fire eater leaps away and everybody tries to look like they weren't eavesdropping as Captain Buggy comes strolling out, fiddling with his scarf and humming. He looks perfectly normal -- well, as normal as a man like him can look.

He speaks like he hasn't spent the last hour tearing his cabin apart. "Mornin', folks!"

The marksman looks at the strongwoman. Say something, it says. She shakes her head and looks at the cook. She looks at the contortionist, who looks right at the captain.

"Rough night, cap'n?" he asks.

Captain Buggy freezes. Everyone flinches.

Slowly, he turns to the contortionist. His expression doesn't change as a disembodied hand snatches the man by the neck and throws him into the water. Everyone jumps away, but nobody dares move any more.

Captain Buggy recalls his hand. "Mohji's found Rubber Boy, huh?" he says. "Great! Right on schedule. One little last minute change, though. The brunette with the long hair? I want her alive."

They look at each other again. "I thought we were gonna kill them all," the strongwoman says.

"Oh, we will. First, I kill Rubber Boy. His ass is still mine. Then you all clean up his little friends. And then..." His voice drops. "I teach the little diva a lesson, and then I'm gonna kill her." The darkness vanishes, and he returns to being jovial. "But first, breakfast!"

He strolls off, humming to himself. As soon as he's out of earshot, the cook speaks.

"Oh, he has got it bad," she says.

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Take a look at a boy like me

Never stood on my own two feet

Now I'm blue as I can be

Oh, love come get me down!

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A/N: And here end the melodramatics! a big thanks to everyone who read and commented and reblogged and liked and sent asks (askers ilu especially, i see a 1 by the envelope and my day is immediately made) 💙 i've got some ✨idears✨ in the pipeline for what's next, but in the meantime... stay flashy~

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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Okay but AU where Miguel is an alpha and reader is normal but they still give off the smell of being in heat before their period or just once a month so poor Miguel has to struggle with an oblivious reader whose just going around saying hi to people like they’re not a walking talking advertisement for sex

Reader: what do you mean 'I probably shouldn't go near Miguel right now? I thought he looked like he had a headache earlier so I got him some of those empanadas he likes from the cafeteria and some migraine tea

Peter B, not sure how he can tell you without sounding like an absolute freak that his friend is an Alpha and can smell that you're ovulating right now and if you go near Miguel when you're like this you could end up pregnant: beeeeecaaaussssse, Mayday misses you! Yeah, come hold my baby and come this way and hang with us and definitely NOT to Miguel's office!

(Lmao Miguel just checking security feeds by coincidence and, ugh, double whammy combo, he sees you holding the baby, in his eyes looking like the CUTEST potential mom, and he's just like "well, if she gets pregnant it's God's will 🙏". 'Poke holes in the condoms' girl he doesnt OWN condoms and he tells you up front, on his shit like "we're married, this is what married couples do". Or it's like. Kinda like with superman lol, where Miguel's altered not completely human DNA skirts around the spermacide in condoms that's formulated for humans so he might knock you up unintentionally but once it's on the way he wont let you get rid of it and he's actually so excited)

He overhears another Alpha make comments on your body and your scent and you just turn your head to see Miguel holding them by the collar as their little feeties dangle in the air and he's growling at them to "watch who they're speaking about that way" and you're just left ignorant that he's basically strangling the dude cause he was saying the equivalent of "if Y/N doesn't watch out she's gonna end up knocked up" and "hey maybe it'll be me" (no, absolutely not, run laps cadet, the boss ain't happy with ya)

And it works in reverse too! He smells good and you definitely cant help but notice 😩❤️ He stands just a little too close to you one day and you can smell this kind of masculine musk, I feel like he's kind of like too lowkey a recluse holing himself up to wear men's cologne but he's also like kind of an older man so just like, the thought of him having the scented pomade for his hair and you smell things like his deodorant and body wash when he's too close and it all smells very much you know Male but in a sexy way, the scent of aftershave sticking to him some mornings, coffee on his breath when he points to something on a monitor over your shoulder, just all these sorts of smells to associate with his presence even if you can't pick up the intricacies of his more "biological" components. You're up working late once and you fall asleep in a chair and later on you wake up tucked in on a couch in a break room with a blanket that has a scent on it (to tell other Alphas to back off and let you rest) and you can't help but put your face into it. like, as a young girl I didn't understand but I'm 26 now and there are just some male colognes and just like idk scents where you smell it and it's just like UGH I bet the man who left this is big 😩❤️ if it's not overpowering and you're not used to smelling "dude scents" that shit can be dangerous in the wrong hands

You experience the rare event of Miguel actually sitting down for once (shocking I know) and your desire to help and also your coochie activates when you see him looking kind of tired and run down and like, rubbing his face with a hand and he's got a migraine and here you are, "let me platonically rub your shoulders sir it definitely isn't at least partially because I'm crazy crazy horny for you and something about you kinda lowkey makes me wanna serve you"

Like you reach out and start rubbing his neck and shoulders and he's just so sore and had been working so hard he's like GROANING and shit like 😩 how could I not run my fingers through his hair, how could I SURVIVE if he started doing that shit. I couldn't, he felt your nails lightly drag against his scalp and it sent shivers up his spine and now you're getting your back put on the nearest flat surface while he pulls all your clothes off

"Sorry, but I don't think I can hold myself back anymore."

#yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #ughhhhh he does things to me #i like my men like i like my eggs. a little aged and broken to pieces

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a-random-weeb · 6 months

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Yandere Chuuya, Dazai, and Fyodor with a s/o who fight back and escape a few times. Quite rebellious?

Ignore this if you can't

I absolutely can!

TW: Fyodors one is incredibly dark, like, incredibly dark and disgusting, even I cringed while writing it. Ik yandere is supposed to be dark, but god, Fyodors is dark

Disclaimer: yandere stuff is never ok irl, I am not romanticising it. But always remember, as great as it is in fanfictions, it's definitely never ok in real life.

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「 ✦ Chuuya ✦ 」

•He hates how rebellious you are

•He's trying to give you a life of luxury, why the fuck are you trying to run?!

•He tries to avoid physical punishment, but he will lose his temper sometimes and beat you til you pass out

•Dont get me wrong, when you wake up it'll be in his arms while he mutters apologies, planting butterfly kisses all over your face

•If you try to push him away while he's comforting you

•If he's being mean or beating you up, fair enough, but he's being nice you spoiled brat

•You get to sleep on the floor of the basement for a few days, and don't expect food

•He loves you, but he's gonna have to teach you manners

•By the time you're put of that basement, he ignores you, and keeps your hands tied together

•At least he's feeding you again, right?

•After a few days, he'll give you all the affection in the world

•He guilts you into staying, saying how much he loves and needs you, saying all he does for you and how ungrateful

✩°｡⋆⸜\✮☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★✩°｡⋆⸜\✮☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★✩°｡⋆⸜\✮☆

「 ✦ Dazai ✦ 」

•He loves how rebellious you are

•Not only is it amusing for him, it gets interesting. Your contouring/figuring out escape plans, punishing you, your wild spirt, he loves it

•He loves the look of horror on your face when you realise you failed and it's time for punishment

•If he does manage to break you, he'll be nicer

•But, since you insist on being disobedient, this is the treatment you get

•He mocks you while you're crying on the floor in misery

•He laughs, kicking you and being a total asshole

•He loves you, but you have to be obedient

♡.˖. ༶ °˙+•♡.˖. ༶ °˙+•♡.˖. ༶ °˙+•♡.˖. ༶ °˙+•♡.˖. ༶ °˙+•

「 ✦ Fyodor✦ 」

•He hates your disobedience

•He hurt you so much when you try to run, mocking you when you fail

•He already knows your plans, and already knows how he will stop you

•He'll starve you, and sometimes not even give you water

•If you piss him off too much or try to escape too many times/actually escape (Which he's definitely caught you and brought you back) he'll kill someone incredibly close you you, showing them their head

•If you've been incredibly bad, he might kill one of your parents or best friend and make you eat some of them, he'll force part of their brain or something disgusting down your throat as well as force you to drink some of their blood

•He won't give you a part of the body that could kill you, and he'll only do this if you push him over the edge. But tbh you're probably already too broken from his past punishments or killings of your friends for him to do this

•He might also r*pe you, as well as physically hurt you incredibly badly. He might stab the inside of your ear and make you feel pain (he'll only stab one ear, he doesn't want you deaf for convenience purposes. He's disgusting)

•The punishment I talk about is only after a few years, you've been nothing but bad and annoying and you push him over the edge

•He uses his psychology knowledge, he gives you the world, then takes it all away, then gives most of it back, then before you know it, it's gone again

•Fyodor is will treat you how you behave, if you're a good girl you'll have the world, if your bad... Well... Yeah... He'll make your life a living hell

✰★☆✧✰★☆✧✰★☆✧✰★☆✧✰★☆✧✰★☆✧✰

Apparently people are too nervous to comment on most posts, so I'll just say comment whatever the fuck you want idc, I'll probably even respond

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itonashi · 1 year

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SCENARIOS

[ part 2 ]

older sister reader ! !

warning: multiple timeline, lowercase intended.mentioned of reo mikage, itoshi sae.

note: i literally suck at bowling what in the actual fuck is this... my sec time bowling was so ass it was worse than the first one.....

"nee-san, did you see my phone."

"what's that on your hand?"

nagi looked at his hands and saw his phone.

"oh."

sometimes you don't understand yourself either how you can handle nagi seishiro or understand him. lots of the auntie neighbors pity you for having a lazy little brother. who are they to judge him. sometimes you feel like bashing their heads onto the walls.

"you're very different from your brother."

that's what they all said. saying you were different from your brother. they're blind. in fact, you're very similar to nagi.

"nagi, can you tell me more about your sister?"

looking up to reo, nagi looked at him like he was an alien (he is). side eyeing reo, nagi sigh. it was all too familiar with him. ppl going to him just to ask him about his own sister. nagi thinks it's a hassle to talk about you.

"why don't you talk to her yourself. im lazy."

"erh, if you say so. then, want to come with me to talk to you sister?"

"my sister is not in this school. she already graduated two years ago."

"then i want to go to your house."

"side eye."

cooking as a child was hard. why does your parents always have to go overseas? you rarely see them. do they think this is easy as a child. dumb parents.

ever since you were a child, you tried cooking until you make it. your hand was full of cuts from the knife. some of it even turned permanent scars. why did you start to cook? to feed your little brother ofc.

"sei... wake up. lunch is ready." you smiled upon seeing nagi sleeping. you didn't mind it at all that nagi was lazy. with the right patience, you could handle nagi seishiro. he's your precious little brother after all.

nagi slurred in his sleep and slowly open his eyes. still sleepy, he stayed there for awhile to gather his thoughts. feeling a pat on his head, he knew that it was his sister.

"mmm.. awake."

"im going to pour water on you."

the boy sat up immediately.

one thing nagi knew about his sister. she is never joking.

[referring to this]

seeing the text that nagi send. you swore you almost drop your phone. nagi seishiro? playing football? a sport? kicking ball? him???? your little brother who never play any sports in his life at all? suddenly playing...?

it was all a shock to you.

"what the hell" you mumbled. you were just too shock. you could even die happily.

"im home."

seeing nagi entered the home bringing reo aka his slave. you stared at them for too long without any thoughts in your brain that you didn't even noticed they open the tv to watch some football matches.

"who is that?"

"itoshi sae."

perking up at the name. you finally realized you zoned out too long. too shock. looking at the tv, you saw the itoshi sae on it. you almost tsk.

it's not that you hate football or anything. you definitely like basketball more tho. you won't deny that itoshi guy is pretty. getting up from the couch, you pat nagi head and went straight up to your room.

searching up itoshi sae instagram, you look at his photo. not alot of post.. probably someone who only think about football, boring.

but other than that, you thought to yourself that he seems quite familiar to you..

"i don't want this."

"stop being picky. eat your food!"

"erghhh.."

tbh, you cooked nagi least favorite food because you didn't want him to be picky. he had always been picky. if he doesn't eat it, you're gonna make him eat natto for the rest of the week.

nagi was grumpily munching his LEAST favorite food.

#itomlist!!✧#itoworks!!✧#blue lock x reader #blue lock #you #bllk #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage

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jungle-angel · 5 months

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The Weight Game (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Your boys need some help and thank God for Rhett and his strange ideas

Warnings: Breastfeeding, mentions of birth, mentions of pregnancy etc.

"Alright little guy," Rhett said, carefully removing Tanner's carseat from the back of the truck. "You're up first."

Rhett zipped up the cloth canopy shield on Tanner's carseat before carrying him across the snowy parking lot and into the walk-in clinic. As soon as he had checked in and waited for what felt like forever, Rhett was called in by the nurse.

"Alright Rhett, what brings ye in now?" asked Maryetta Maguire, the quick-witted Scotch-Irish nurse.

"M'boys just need to get looked at, that's all," he replied.

"Ah lemme guess," Maryetta said. "(Y/N) had a home-birth?"

"Yep," Rhett replied. "Twin boys born Thursday night."

"Aye and the seventh o' December no doubt," Maryetta answered as Rhett very carefully removed Tanner from the carseat. "Looks like yer mum's handwork too, I'd say."

"Yeah and I helped catch'em both on the way out," Rhett chuckled.

Very carefully he placed Tanner on the exam table so Maryetta could have a look at him, the little one wriggling and waking just a little as she unbuttoned the front of Tanner's little blue pjs. Rhett gently stroked his son's hair as the nurse listened to Tanner's heart and lungs.

"Aw m'goodness, strong like his daddy ain't he?" Maryetta chuckled.

Rhett couldn't help but laugh.

Everything had gone well including his shots but it took Rhett everything in his power not to cry as Tanner howled from the needle-prick. As soon as he had calmed down, the nurse took his weight but that was where she had looked a little concerned.

"Definitely a bit underweight," she noted. "Has Cecelia got their birth weights recorded?"

"Yeah she wrote it down as soon as they were born," Rhett answered.

"Well," Maryetta replied. "As soon as I see the other one, I'll tell ye what the best bet is."

As soon as everything had been completed, Rhett loaded Tanner up into the truck and headed for home. Sure enough, when he had brought Tatum the next day, the same thing was found.

"I don't get it," Rhett said as he helped both boys latch onto you to feed. "These two are attached to your boobies every two hours and suckin back milk like it's goin outta style."

"Yeah you would think they'd be at least twenty pounds by now," you laughed.

Rhett scratched his head. "I dunno (y/n), we've gotta think of something," he said.

"Rhett," you told him. "They'll get there, it's just gonna take time."

You and Rhett watched the boys but still, they didn't put on any weight at all. Even Cecelia had grown a little concerned the more she watched them.

"Not sure what else we can do Ma," Rhett said as he dragged the newly cut Christmas tree up the back steps through the snow.

"I dunno either sweetie," she said. "If they were big enough I'd just as sooner have'em go out to the barn and get the milk right from the cow."

Rhett scrunched his eyebrows together. "Wait say that again?"

"I said I'd just as sooner have'em go to the barn and get the milk straight from the cow," Cecelia repeated.

"Ok one more time, but slower."

"Rhett James!" Cecelia barked.

Rhett laughed which earned him a sound smack on the shoulder from his mother.

"No in all seriousness though Ma, remember when (y/n) and I brought Amy home after she was born?" he asked.

"Yeah why?"

"She didn't gain an ounce even while (y/n) was on the meds that were able to let her feed," Rhett explained.

"What's your point Rhett?" Cecelia asked him.

"The point is," Rhett told her. "We gave her the cow milk along with it and BOOM! She shoots up like a weed."

Cecelia's eyes went a little wide, her eyebrows raising at her son's idea. "Well," she said. "I always told your father, there's no use in an experiment if we don't try."

And Rhett did exactly that. As soon as the Christmas tree had been brought into the house and Royal and Cecelia were standing it up in the living room, he grabbed a clean bucket and went straight to the barn to milk Abigail.

Rhett sang to himself while he worked away in the chilly barn, reminding himself that later in the night, the woodstove would need to be lit. Abigail's two little calves wandered over to sniff at Rhett, their black and white hides soft as ever as he kissed their heads and scratched their ears.

Back into the house he went with the full milk bucket, dumping it in a large pot that Cecelia typically saved for corn and potatoes. He let it boil for a good half hour before dumping the contents into several gallon jugs and just a little bit into two bottles for Tatum and Tanner.

"Alright darlin," Rhett said when he entered your shared bedroom. "Either of'em hungry?"

"Tatum is," you answered, tucking Tanner back into the crib at the foot of your bed.

Rhett took Tatum and sat with him in the rocker, the tiny little one sucking back the milk as though he hadn't eaten in forever. You couldn't help but blush when you saw the soft smile on Rhett's face, a flush of heat running all through your body as he gently fed the tiny little baby that was so near and dear to you both.

Sure enough, just a few days before Christmas, the boys slowly, but surely, get to where they need to be and you and Rhett couldn't have been prouder that your hard work and a little experiment finally paid off.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader

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samieree · 9 months

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Could you write a fic of Heimdall and the reader who is his shy servant girl? Maybe smut?

Yes, of course! 🥰 I hope you gonna like this, enjoy <3

!MATURE CONTENT! !MINORS DNI!

For a long time your main occupation during the day has been to keep Heimdall's chamber in order and to attend to various related tasks. It bothered you at first, especially since Heimdall was… Very specific, everyone in Asgard knew it, much less every servant.

Although, on the other hand, sometimes, for example, while washing, you gossiped with other servants about how, despite his nasty nature, he looks very good... He dressed in a certain style in which he looked very good, always combed his hair impeccably and, unlike other Gods, always kept his beard shaved.

He shaved it every morning, you know that from the time you once walked into his room to put freshly laundered clothes in the closet and saw him in front of the mirror, lather on his face, razor in hand and most importantly... Shirtless. You still remembered what he'd said before he went back to shaving: ‘If you're going to faint because you've never seen a man without a shirt, at least put my clothes down first or you'll have to iron them again.’

You were red as a beetroot as you put his clothes in the closet with your legs like jelly, trying not to think about the state in which you had just seen him. And surprisingly, you didn't tell anyone about this situation, you guess you were afraid that Heimdall wouldn't want you to spread such things and, Gods forbid, add some story to them.

But that wasn't the only time you walked in at the wrong time. One evening you came to make the bed. You knew you were maybe a few minutes late, but it wasn't his bedtime yet. But still… When you entered the room, he was lying in an already made bed, reading a book. And without even looking at you, he declared icily: ‘Next time I'll feed you to Gulltoppr.’

To this day, you don't know if he was serious or not. And honestly, you didn't want to know. From then on, you came even earlier to prepare everything.

In addition to your usual maid duties, sometimes Heimdall had special assignments for you… Which often took up a large chunk of your time.

For example, he once sent you to pick up some items he ordered from the blacksmith. Only it wasn't a few... It was two sacks of stuff, and when the blacksmith handed you the first one, it overpowered you right away and you fell over. There was no way to throw them over your shoulders and carry them. Halfway through the city you dragged them on the ground, and halfway you found Thor, who was kind enough to carry them for you. And not only them. He had both sacks slung over one shoulder and placed you on the other.

You were red on the face the whole way, you didn't even know if it was from the exhaustion of dragging sacks or from the embarrassment that Thor was carrying you effortlessly on his shoulder.

Despite those moments when Heimdall seemed to annoy you, you learned to… like him. Especially since you've seen the version of him that no one else sees. Instead of malice, you began to see humour and truth in his words. When you thought about it for so long, he might have been a dick a lot, but he never said anything that wasn't true. The whole ‘problem’ lies only in the choice of words.

But okay, a few people must have seen him shirtless, shaving or tying his hair, some girls who had been his servants before, since he never made a fuss about it (although maybe he just didn't care). But certainly no one watched him sleep, which you had several times.

Every time you were afraid that he would wake up and make a fuss in the middle of the night. You kept telling yourself that you'd only come in for a moment, put down the book he'd told you to find or just take the clothes to wash, but you ended up staring at him for at least a dozen or so minutes, just standing over him and admiring his beauty. Normally you wouldn't be able to do that because you couldn't stand his piercing eyes, but when he was sleeping...

He looked cute, his hair down, relaxed, sometimes with a slight smile on his face, if he was dreaming something pleasant...

But then you were very careful not to accidentally think about it in front of him, lest he read it in you and find out. Because what excuse would you have? That you wanted to cover him with a duvet?

Now, after a long day of hard work, you were finally going to bed. After a long day in which thankfully not much happened.

But as soon as you laid your head on the pillow and closed your eyes, you instantly remembered something. You forgot your chemise.

When you were dusting in his room you got hot and you hung your shirt on the chair, and then you forgot to take it from there when you left...

You quickly got out of bed, pulling slippers on your feet. Heimdall should be asleep by this hour, so it's pretty easy for you to get in, grab what's yours, and leave unnoticed.

As you thought, so you did. You didn't even change out of your nightgown, after all, who would see you in your sleeping clothes at this hour?

You quietly entered Heimdall's chamber and… You met his gaze.

He was sitting on the bed in his shirt, his typical trousers and even shoes on his feet. He was sitting and untangling his braids, or rather he was just starting to do so. At that hour, when he was usually asleep…

“I don't think it's work clothes.” He stated, looking at you, wearing nothing but a nightgown, with your hair down, standing in his doorway. “But if you're leaving all your clothes with me like that, maybe you've run out of clothes.”

“I…” You felt it, your cheeks red. “I just came for my chemise…”

“Just?” He asked as you closed the door behind you.

“And do you have any wishes?” You replied with a question, walking slowly over to the chair on which your chemise was hanging.

“Leave it.” You heard as you reached for your clothes. “Actually, I have…” He deigned to answer your earlier question. “Untie my hair, I don't want to deal with it.”

You were a little surprised at the request, because you've never done that before. Even though you thought about how his hair felt to the touch, you never thought that he might ask you to take care of it.

And now, right now, you were sitting behind him on the bed and slowly and gently began to untangle each braid one by one. You felt soft strands slide between your fingers, the small amount of light from the candles in the room reflecting off them.

You felt a bit irrational at the moment. You were sitting behind him in your nightgown and untangling his hair, which you thought he liked. All in all… Looking at the work you do for him, you're not much different than a typical wife.

“Say it out loud.” You instantly felt faintly. Well, you forgot yourself a bit, and here are the results... “Come on. Say it.”

“Say… What?” You didn't know if you were deluding yourself that he would let you go or maybe that you would manage to play dumb, even though it was obvious that he didn't let go that easily. And this time it was the same.

“If you're not ashamed to think it, then don't be ashamed to say it.”

It's over, there's no turning back. Either you say it or he will make you say it in some way you don't know yet. Anyway, he already knows what you were thinking, so you might as well say it out loud, right…?

Right?

“I'm like a wife to you…” You said softly, finishing your work on his hair. Now his hair was flowing down his shoulders and partly down his back. You dropped your hands to your lap and looked there too, embarrassed of your thoughts.

“You're right.” He replied. This surprised you, rather you expected him to scold you and tell you not to even think about him like that ever again. And he just admitted you were right… “Only one aspect is wrong.”

He turned to you, staring at you for a few longer seconds before grabbing your hands and pushing you onto the bed, pressing your wrists into the mattress. Instantly your breath quickened as you felt his body against yours, no matter that you were only in your nightgown, you could feel the warmth of his body. It was impossible to ignore this. Not when your heart raced at the mere meeting of your eyes, let alone such close contact.

He leaned down slowly to your ear, his loose hair teasing your neck. Only then he finished his earlier thought, whispering it right into your ear.

“Wife is the person you also sleep with.” You felt your cheeks turn red again.

You started to wonder if it was a suggestion, if he really meant it.

“So?” He moved away from your ear so he could look into your eyes. “Do you still want this role?”

“Yes…” You replied quietly, no longer escaping his gaze.

He didn't say anything else, just leaned in and placed his first kiss on your lips. He was very gentle, or his lips were so soft… You returned the kiss, emboldened that he had made the first move.

When he released your wrists to put his hands on either side of your waist and move them along your body, you moved your hands to his shoulders. Then you slowly slid them down to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them all one by one. Then you could put your hands on his warm, muscular chest.

You could finally touch what you had only seen before and it made you blush. His skin was smooth, strangely not covered with any tattoos like other Gods. You felt him tremble slightly under your touch, just like your body reacted when he touched you.

He lifted himself off you for a moment to throw off his shirt, then returned his mouth to your neck, giving it many kisses and occasionally teasing it slightly with his teeth.

You felt as if your heart was about to jump out of your chest just to be as close to him as possible.

His hands landed on your thighs, just under your nightgown. As his hands moved higher, they uncovered more and more of your body. Eventually the shirt went over your head and landed on the floor, leaving you completely naked.

Your first instinct was to cover yourself, to hide your breasts from his gaze and touch. You weren't so sure about your body, you didn't know if he'd like it, and that uncertainty only filled you with shame.

“You're beautiful, there's nothing to hide.” He said calmly, smiling at you. He ran one hand through your hair and with the other he held one of your hands that you wanted to cover yourself with. “All beautiful.” He added just before kissing both of your breasts in turn.

Feeling him so close, feeling his touch on the most sensitive parts of your body, your body responded with a burning desire. You wanted him now, all of him, as close as possible, to feel it as much as possible.

It wasn't long before he pulled away from you just for a moment to kick off both his shoes and his pants. Immediately after, all his attention returned to you, to kissing your breasts, to touching your thighs, between which he found a comfortable place.

Your hands didn't stay in one place for long, they wandered as far as they could, relishing the opportunity to touch his soft, fragrant skin.

The longer you were close to each other without any obstacles in the form of clothes, the more you wanted to feel him inside you. The tension that was building up inside you, the desire, became unbearable as he continued to touch and kiss you in every place except the one that craved his attention the most, which was between your legs.

“Please…” You said softly, moving your hips against his.

“Please... What?” He repeated, biting your earlobe lightly. “Tell me what you want and maybe I'll give it to you…”

Of course he knew what it was about. He wanted it like hell, but at the same time he wanted to hear it from your lips, it turned him on even more. He saw how much you wanted him, he felt it, but he still wanted to hear it. To hear you ask him for more and then moan his name under him because all you can think about is the pleasure he gives you.

“Please take me... I want to feel you inside me.” You almost groaned, closing your eyes as his lips trailed over yours, his tongue lightly brushing against them.

It was just waiting for him to finally enter you. You moaned as he felt his cock stretching you, slowly moving deeper and deeper, as if conquering you inch by inch.

Your fingernails were digging into his arms and would leave marks, but it didn't matter. Especially not when he started moving.

All the excitement that has gathered in you so far was not going to let go so easily, with each thrust you wanted more and more, desperately wanting to relieve this tension accumulated in you.

Fast, hot breaths, chaotic touches, moaning, passionate kisses - this filled the room. And it was filled with it until you both came, only then having a chance to catch your breath.

It was only when the desire for the other body brought a wave of pleasure that hearts began to slow down and breaths to even out.

Heimdall rested his forehead against yours, watching you with a smile on his face. He seemed to enjoy what you did just as much as you did, about what simply coming to pick up a forgotten chemise had turned into.

“You've just expanded your responsibilities.” He said, turning on his side.

“If that includes rest after, I don't mind.”

“Includes.” He replied in one word, pulling you with his arm. With your head on his chest, you closed your eyes and fell asleep to the melody of his beating heart.

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#heimdall #god of war ragnarok #gow heimdall #god of war heimdall #heimdall god of war #god of war #gow #heimdall gow #heimdall x reader #heimdall smut

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rogueddie · 1 year

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It's an easy task he is given. Humans break so easily and this one is no different. He's given enough time by his Master to watch, to stay in the shadows and wait for the perfect moment to strike.

It's almost too easy. This specific human is so tired, seeming to drag itself around its house. Only sustaining itself because other humans come and force it to do so. It is weak. Despite it's size and the warnings from the Hive, this one will be a kill he knows he will not enjoy. There's no sport to it.

The window isn't locked. There's no alarms or traps. He slides in with no trouble, no resistance.

And there it is. Laying in bed, asleep, not stirring at his quiet footsteps. It is curled up in a tight ball, arms wrapped around itself, making it look almost small. It is completely vulnerable. An easy kill.

But it feels wrong. The idea of killing this human, now that he's here...

His Master has no problems with killing his creations. He won't hesitate to kill Kas either. He has to kill this human, or he will be killed himself. His survival instincts burn strong and bright.

His hand is gentle when he reaches out to brush its hair back, pushing the stray strands away from its eyes. It doesn't wake, but it does shfit in its sleep. It seems to almost seek out the warmth from his hands, trying to turn its head to press against him.

He can't help but wonder why it is left on its own. Can't help but wonder how stupid the other humans must be to leave this one behind, to not see how important this one is. He wonders if they realize how vulnerable it is.

This time, when he reaches out, he touches its skin. A finger on its arm, feeling the heat of its skin and the steady thrum of its heartbeat.

It hums, eyes slowly blinking open.

He should leave. He needs to leave. He has to kill it. He cannot let it wake properly. It will kill him, try to at least, forcing him to finally go through with his Masters command.

"Eddie?" Its voice cracks, sounds so sad and desperate, confused. There's a shine of building liquid in its eyes. It doesn't try to hurt him, grabs his top, holds him there. "Is this- are you real? Are you really here?"

He blinks at it for a moment. "Yes."

It laughs, a sound that is such a horrible mix between relieved and distressed. It lifts himself up, throws his arms around... him? He hugs him tight, hands clutching at the back of his top.

"I'm not..." He tries, but he cannot find the words. He waits until he pulls back from the hug, so he can look him in the eyes. "I am not... right."

He scoffs at him, something about his grin tickling at something in his head. "Well, yeah, obviously. You were dead, dude."

"I was dead?"

But that's not right, is it? He doesn't remember being alive long enough to have died. Although, the more he thinks about it, the more his head aches. It feels like theres something on the edge of his thoughts.

"Yeah. Fuck, I don't even care how you're back. Dustins gonna be so happy to see you again."

"Dustin... Henderson?" He leans back, staring at the wall.

He sits up, finally looking concerned. Not as panicked as he should be though. "What do you remember?"

"Dustin was... crying?"

He isn't sure where the thought came from. He knows it to be real though. A kid, holding him as best he could, crying over Eddie. Over him.

His head hurts. Being near Steve is only making it worse.

"Woah, hey, where are you going?"

"I can't... be here. Not safe."

"You are, you're safe here, I'm not about to let you get hurt again."

"You are not safe." He gently pries Steves hand off his wrist.

"I can take care of myself."

Eddie snorts, rolling his eyes. "You can't even feed yourself. Just... give me some time to get my head right, ok? This is all... a lot. And I was about to kill you in your sleep."

"Ok," Steve winces, looks a little ashamed. "Good point. But where else can you go? I have plenty of space. Parents aren't coming back any time soon either. You'll be safe here."

"But what if I-"

"No, nope. Don't give me any bullshit excuses. If you have somewhere safe that you would rather go to, that's fine. If not, you're staying here."

"I have somewhere safe I can go."

"Really? Where?"

Shit. "Uh... Skull Rock?"

"Doesn't exist anymore. Looks like you're stuck here."

It's not the worst place to be stuck, he reasons. It's better than going back to his little hidey-hole in the Upside Down. Especially because Steve puts a jumper on and cooks him some food. He doesn't bother putting pants on, confidently walking around in his boxers.

... Not that Eddie is looking or anything.

The food tastes horrible. Wrong. But Eddie forces himself to eat all of it, hiding his grimaces. Even though it tastes foul, it leaves him feeling a lot better. Full, healthier. More grounded to reality.

His house has two spare rooms. They're so clinical, neat and put together. They're worse than Steves room, which looked more like a nightmare than a bedroom.

Eddie tells Steve as much.

"Thanks," Steve glares. "But unless you want to sleep on the sofa, you need to pick a room."

"I'm stealing yours. It's the only one that doesn't look like bleach."

"Hilarious."

Eddie immediately follows him as he heads back towards his room. "I'll sleep on the floor? Come on, those rooms are horrible. I've seen better bedrooms in school."

"You're not sleeping on the floor." Steve climbs into bed, shuffling to make room and patting the space next to him. "Come on. Stay on your side."

"Sure, sure."

Eddie doesn't sleep anymore. He doesn't tell Steve that. It's nice to curl up, warm and comfortable. It's nice to have someone else there. It's nice to have Steve there.

He wishes he could say he's surprised at how quickly and how easily Steve falls asleep. But it's as nice as it is worrying. Steve still feels comfortable and safe with him, even though Eddie tried to explain that Vecna had something to do with his return and his change.

Steve doesn't move a lot in his sleep. Only once. Turning over, onto his front. Onto Eddie. He shuffles for a second, one arm curling around his waist, before settling. He doesn't move again the whole night, only the occasional squeeze on his waist.

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Why Should I Keep Your Secret?

WC: 5k

Pairing: Vampire!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: The next morning, you're hoping to be convinced it was all a dream. When it isn't, you try to come up with some kind of plan, but Joel won't give you the space you need to process this.

Tags: MDNI, Sexual Tension, Threats of murder, Dom/sub dynamics, Hostage situations.

A/N: Here is part two of my Vampire!Joel series! There will be one more after this at least because I want to write some smut but it didn't happen in this one so... there will definitely be a part 3 with smut. If you'd like to read part 1 click here. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy!

Joel lets you sleep through the night. You wake up the next morning to find him leaning against the far wall looking out the window. You sit up with a soft groan, your muscles a little sore from how long you slept on the stiff cushions. You get to your feet and duck out into the chilly morning to go to the bathroom. You finish up and head back to wash your hands and do your routine morning sweep of the lodge. Nothing comes up and you don’t see any movement through the windows. When you go back to the main room, Joel is serving up another bowl of soup. “Morning, sunshine.” He rumbles, pushing the bowl in your direction.

You’re still not entirely sure what to do about your new situation with Joel. But you nod to him and thank him for the food. You watch to see if he’ll get a bowl for himself, convince you that it was all just a very vivid dream, but instead, he raises an eyebrow at the stew and waits for you to take a bite, leaning on the counter and folding thick, muscular arms over his chest. “Go on, now.” He encourages, watching you intently. You sigh, pulling the bowl close and eating it. It was warm and delicious. Despite being in Jackson for nearly a year, your relationship with food has yet to balance out. You try to eat slowly, but you still finish your bowl in under ten minutes. Joel chuckles, “There’s more if you want, it ain’t gonna disappear on ya.”

You give him a sheepish grin. “I’m still getting used to the whole ‘there’s enough food’ thing.” You admit. He nods in understanding.

“I get it. Ellie nearly suffocates herself at every meal still. Do you want more?” He offers.

You shake your head. “I’ll let it settle. What do we have left to do before we leave?”

Joel looks around, “Most ‘f the list is checked off.” He pushes off the counter and snags your bowl, refilling it. You’re relieved to see he’s going to eat the stew. But instead of grabbing a spoon, he set it back down near you.

“I said I didn’t want another-”

Joel steps close, trapping you against the counter. “You’ll need it. Will keep ya from getting dizzy after I feed.”

“You eat it then.” You gesture to the bowl. No, no, Joel most definitely didn’t drink your blood yesterday and then proceeded to tell you that you now belong to him.

He steps closer and you’re shocked to realize that you’re not really that scared. A little nervous, but you’re not worried he’ll hurt you. Instinctually, you trust Joel. “C’mon now. We talked about this.” He reprimands you gently as he pushes your hair off of your shoulder, curling his arm around your back so he can dip his face into your neck. “About you being mine. About how avoiding this isn’t going to work.” He nuzzles your neck, his beard irritating your skin. You’re going to have red marks from it. His lips brush against your pulse point, his nose pressing into your neck to inhale deeply. “You’ll make a far tastier breakfast than that stew for me.”

Your pulse spikes but you don’t make any moves to try to stop him. You just grip his shirt and whimper a little when you feel sharp teeth tease your neck. “Atta girl, jus’ relax.” You do your best to do just that, trying to control your breathing as he continues to hover over you. He scrapes what you assume are his fangs over your skin as you try to get a little bit more of a grip on yourself. “You’ll be alright,” he coaxes gently, “Won’t take as much as I did yesterday.” You let those words comfort you. His hands are very gentle and his body pressed against yours felt comfortable. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up on the countertop. You clutch onto his shoulders as he coos softly to you. “It’s alright, just wanna get you off your feet. It’ll be more comfortable for you sitting or lying down than standing.” Your eyes meet his as he spreads your legs and steps between them. His smiling at you, trying his best to keep you at ease and he leans over to nuzzle at your neck again.

When he does bite down, it’s gentle. One of his hands goes to your hair, tugging it back slowly until you lean your head into his palm. His other hand is wrapped around your back, cradling you to his chest as he drinks. Your hands tighten in his shirt as fight or flight instincts start kicking in. Your legs try to close but are stopped but his hips, and your hands push against his chest a little. But he’s warm and solid, pressing over you, pulling at your neck and your core tightens at the feeling. It’s not terrifying like it was last night. No, having Joel this close sucking on your neck, his hands pressed to your back and head, his body keeping your thighs open has you aroused and you have to bite back a moan. Joel groans, his own cock hardening in his jeans, brushing against your crotch. His thumb strokes your hair as he slowly pulls back, licking at the wounds until they heal and disappear. Once they’re healed, he leans back down. Without biting you, he starts sucking on your neck again. His hands tighten around you for a moment as he most certainly leaves a very dark bruise on your neck. You do fight this, more out of surprise than actual fear though.

“Joel! What the fuck?” You push on his chest to try to get him to talk to you. When he pulls back, a lewd smacking sound echoes from where his lips separate from your skin. He smirks.

“Want all those little boys in Jackson to know you’re no longer available.” Joel hums, brushing his thumb against the mark. You blink.

“I’m not…” You trail off, blinking up at him for a moment. It occurs to you then that ‘claimed human’ might mean more than just for feeding purposes. “Right.” You decide to process it later, when you’re alone and have access to booze.

You shift on the counter, getting a thorough reminder that the crotch of your underwear is wet due to Joel’s actions. You blush as he reaches over and hands you the bowl of soup. You hold it in your hands but just stare at it, not making any moves to eat. Joel plucks the spoon from the bowl and scoops a bite onto it before lifting it to your mouth. The move stuns you into action, you lift your hand, grabbing his wrist as you accept the bite. You grab the spoon and slowly eat the bowl. Joel hums, his hands landing on your thighs, staying between them as you consume the soup far slower than you’ve consumed most of your meals in years.

Once you’ve finished, Joel takes the bowl and finally steps back, going to wash it out before placing it on a drying rack. He helps you off the counter and sets you on your feet, hovering for a few moments until you are sure you are steady on your feet. “I’m alright.” You assure. Despite the fucked up circumstance, Joel was being absurdly gentlemanly about it and you’re kind of adoring him for it. “Thank you.” You murmur as you head for the door, ready to leave the strange night and even stranger morning behind you.

Joel opens the door for you and closes it after himself. As you make your way to where you’ve kept your horses for the night, his hand lands on your lower back. “You’re doing good. Don’t fret too much.” He says. You honestly have no clue how to respond to that. ‘Don’t fret’? What kind of advice is that when he just drank your blood like a human mosquito?

You ride in silence, and you’re grateful for a chance to process what’s happened between you and your patrol partner over the past twelve hours. Last night you had been way more scared, way more ready to do just about anything to never interact with Joel Miller ever again. You had woken up with that same mindset until he had cornered you against the counter. Something about him being so close had comforted you, soothed you. You had no issue with Joel being so near to you despite what had happened last night… You had even gotten aroused by his proximity.

You should probably tell Tommy and Maria, though, right? Like, that’s the responsible thing to do, right? But he was so gentle this morning. Joel has always been courteous, not necessarily open and inviting, but friendly. Charming enough to get by with a pretty smile and a polite, hard-working attitude. Outside of patrol, you and Joel don’t really interact. You nod politely to each other in passing but that's about it.

In all honesty, you would have never suspected his secret had he not bitten you yesterday. He seemed as human as can be, with tanned skin, a gruff attitude, and a beautiful smile that only seemed to come out when his kid was around him. You watch him discreetly, watching his body sway back and forth with his horse's movements. You wonder how he deals with being around Ellie all day and night. Is he… you shake your head. The thought of Joel potentially using Ellie as a food source has you sick to your stomach.

“If ya got questions, all ya gotta do is ask ‘em.” Joel finally says. He must’ve seen you staring.

“How do you live with Ellie without…” You trail off, mentioning his kid had gotten your life threatened last night. Joel’s jaw clenched and you look straight ahead, worried you’ve crossed another line with him.

“Kids are different. I’ve never struggled to be around them as much. I’m not entirely sure why it works that way, but I ain’t chompin’ down on any rugrats, mine or others.” You nod, grateful at least that the girl is safe.

“Any theories on why it’s different for kids versus adults?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

Joel shrugs. “No idea, but I’m glad for it. Feeding is weird with a claimed human. I kill those I feed from for a reason.” The only other claimed human he had was Tess, and it had made sense at the time due to the fact that they were already together. Tess had helped a lot in figuring out his self-control around others after he turned. Kind enough to help him out, but firm enough to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her. He’s forever grateful for his time with Tess.

“Weird how?” You ask, figuring you should probably know how this affects him.

Joel looks over at you and raises an eyebrow, an amused twinkle in his eye. “C’mon now, you know how, felt it this mornin’ didn’t ya?”

You blush as you remember feeling him hard between your legs. “Oh. Does that happen every time you feed?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Not every time. Drugs, alcohol, the food you eat, and your hygiene all affect how your blood tastes. That bullshit about how vampires will drink all blood offered in humans are just myths. One time early after I turned, I found a few junkies in an abandoned building in the QZ. It’s harder to handle the thirst for the first year after changing simply because you’re getting used to it all. I figured snagging someone nobody would miss would help out with not accidentally draining my partner dry. One taste of that junkie had me convinced he had radioactive blood. Fuckin’ disgusting. Raiders ain’t much better. Maybe it was different before the Outbreak,” He shakes his head. “It’s like eating what you have to because you need nutrients but you don’t like the taste.” He looks over to you. “You’re the first I’ve fed from and actually genuinely enjoyed outside of ‘I need to actually eat 'cause I have a human kid I need to take care of’ in about a year. Before Ellie.”

You take all of this in silently, not really sure what to say. You process the information. It’s certainly fascinating to know about, but it’s also a lot of personal details from Joel that you don’t think you want despite asking for them. One detail does stick out to you though. “You had a partner?” You wince, why are you asking questions?

Joel nods, but there’s a very deliberate stoicism on his face, he doesn’t talk much about Tess. “Yeah.” He says, but he refuses to elaborate. He can’t, not yet. It’s too soon.

You nod and fall silent. You’re still an hour out from Jackson and you’re honestly content to let it ride out in silence until you make it back. Then you can huddle yourself away in your living room and figure out what to do about Joel. Or maybe you’ll huddle away in Maria’s living room and just tell her Joel decided to make you a convenient snack for himself. You feel Joel occasionally watch you out of the corner of his eye but he remains silent. If he can read your thoughts, he’s being very calm about the fact that you’re debating on going straight to Maria. Who are you kidding? Debating? No, you were going straight to Maria, end of story.

You breathe a relieved sigh as you enter the walls of Jackson, hearing the gate shut behind you as you and Joel turn to the stables to dismount and take care of your horses. You guide your horse inside and unbuckle the saddle and brindle. You stroke her nose and tell her she did a good job. Joel lifts the saddle off of your horse for you and you thank him as he sets it against the wall where it goes. You brush your mare's mane and feed her a few carrots before guiding her back into her stable to rest. Someone will come by later to let her out to graze. You check to make sure she has fresh water and put some hay into her feed corral before closing the gate.

You turn to leave and find Joel leaning up against the wall, watching you with his arms crossed. You pause and you both raise your eyebrows at each other. “What?” You ask.

“We ain’t done talkin’.” He responds, pushing off the wall and jerking his head toward the door. “C’mon, I’ll walk ya home.”

“I was going to Maria’s, actually.” You say in a burst of bravery. You don’t want to be alone with Joel again. Not now that you have an excuse to not be.

His jaw ticks at that, and he steps closer to you, reaching out to curl his fingers around your bicep. He’s taking care to be gentle but he’s firm in his movements as he pulls you to his chest, his free hand reaching up to cup your chin in his palm, guiding your gaze to his. “I know. But we got a little sidetracked on our talk earlier and we need to finish it. ‘Sides, I told ya, y’ain’t tellin’ nobody, so I dunno what you need to go to Maria’s for.” With that, he steps back and pulls you toward the door. Once you’re walking willingly, he drops the hand on your arm to rest on your back.

“Could you at least be a little less obvious?” You grumble, tensing under his hand and feeling trapped next to him. The chuckle he gives in response just pisses you off even more.

“Nah. Want ‘em to see ya with me. That way everyone knows who gave you that pretty mark.” His eyes dart to the bruise on your neck. Fuck, you’d forgotten he did that.

Your hands fly up to cover the hickey. “Damn it, Joel! The fuck’s wrong with you, man?”

He laughs as he guides you through town and toward the street you live down. “I reckon a whole lot, dependin’ on who ya ask.” He teases.

His jovial mood has you on edge. Joel isn’t what you consider a happy guy. He knows how to be polite enough to get by, but walking you home and laughing at how you bitch at him under your breath certainly isn’t in character for him.

“People are gonna think we slept together or something.” You continue with your lecture, glaring at your porch as it comes into view.

“Well, I suppose so. That was kinda the point, Darlin.’ ‘Sides, we’ll probably get there quicker than you think.”

Your eyes snap to his face in surprise. “Well, aren’t you a bold one, Miller.”

He shrugs as he follows you up the steps of your house, stepping up against your back as you fumble for your keys. “Don’t act innocent. You got so wet when I fed from you this morning.” He noses at your neck, inhaling your scent as your door clicks and opens under your hands.

You blush, flustered by his words and the feeling of him against you. Your arousal from earlier twitches between your legs curiously. You get through the door and shrug Joel off of you. “Get off me, Joel.”

You get about two steps away before Joel is hauling you back into his chest and kicking your door closed with a slam. He turns and pushes you into the door, pinning you there with a growl. “Watch yourself,” he says lowly. You huff at the threat but mutter an apology as you twist around to face him. The second you do, his hand is curling loosely around your throat and he pushing you firmly into the door. You watch him, waiting for something, but he doesn’t make any moves, leaving you both staring each other down. Then, he smirks and eyes you ravenously. “You’re wet again, Darlin’.”

You glare at him, reaching up to push him off. “I’m not telling people we’re screwing on the down low because you broke Tommy’s rules.”

“Yes, you will.” He murmurs, his free hand captures one of your wrists and he pins it beside your head. “You’re gonna do as you’re told and when we’re out and about, we’re gonna be just another happy couple in Jackson.” He lowers his head and his voice as he continues. ‘Because if people find out, and they disrupt Ellie's lifestyle here, I’ll fuckin’ kill you and everyone you run to. So behave yourself. You know I’m not a patient man.”

You lower your eyes at that. You don’t want to disrupt Ellie’s life here, and you don’t want people's life on the line because you disobeyed Joel, but goddamn, you shouldn’t have to obey Joel just because he broke his promise to Tommy. “Isn’t there some way to reverse the claim or something?” You try not to sound whiney when you say it but it’s all feeling like it’s hitting at once and you kind of hate Joel for putting you in this situation at all.

Joel sighs, finally backing off and taking a few steps back to give you some space. Your hand goes to your throat as he watches you, thinking about something, maybe how to best answer you.

“No.” He says finally. The way he says it is final, like it should end the discussion, but you want to push. “Perhaps if you were just passing through, if I had let you live and walked away, it would’ve been different. But we live in the same town, we see each other in passing multiple times a day, and we’re patrol partners. We spend a couple of nights a week side by side for twelve hours straight.” You shake your head, there are ways you both could eliminate a lot of that contact.

“So we switch patrol, that removes the bulk of our interactions.” You offer, thinking it makes sense in the long run. Joel shakes his head, stepping toward you again like he can’t help but need to be close.

“When we claim a human, a bond is formed. It’s why I kill when I feed. We get possessive and overbearing. The way it was explained to me is that if you drink from someone who isn’t a complete stranger you’ll never see again, you end up becoming attached to that person, like tasting their blood and leaving them alive suddenly makes them your number one target when you're thirsty again because you already know what they taste like and you see them around often. It makes you a literal walking target to me. If you really wanted to break this bond, one of us would have to leave Jackson entirely.” You could never ask that of him when he has a kid to care for still. But the idea of leaving the sanctuary you found here seems like an impossible task. You don’t have any family here or anything but you’ve found a family within the walls of Jackson and the idea of leaving that makes emotion tighten your throat. “Or…” Joel continues, taking another step closer, gently tilting your chin up with his index finger. “We can try to make this work. Civilly.” He coaxes softly. You reel at how he can go from making death threats to gently coaxing you with a soft touch and hopeful eyes. What the fuck?

“Joel…” You hesitate, what is even your argument here? You’d rather leave than deal with this? That’s ridiculous. Would you rather risk death and tell someone the truth and potentially leave Joel and his 15-year-old homeless? No. Do you try to make this work in a civil manner? You sigh.

“You’re not leaving just to avoid this. I swear to God if you even try it, I’ll come after you and drag your ass back.” Joel growled, seemingly knowing where your mind was at presently.

“What was the point of offering that option if you’d just bring me back?”

He sighs. “It wasn’t an option, dumbass. Y’ain’t leaving, and there ain’t a way to break this bond. We make it work. That’s our option.” He says sternly, his grip tightening just a bit on your jaw. He pulls you against his chest, brushing your hair back from your eyes. “C’mon, I ain’t that bad, Darlin’. Just need a little cooperation.” His voice is sweet and coaxing, and it terrifies you. It speaks to the predator he really is that he’s threatened you in numerous different ways and the gentle lull of his voice still makes you consider this.

“Fine, but we’re not telling everybody we’re a couple. This stays between us. If you don’t want me telling anybody, then we don’t tell anyone at all.” You say.

Joel watches you for a moment before chuckling. “You don’t get a say. You’re my human and I’ll decide how much others know.” He pauses, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “This bond will grow stronger the more I feed. The more I touch you, the closer we get. Everything we do with one another will strengthen this bond, even this argument.” He gestures between you guys. “I already told you, it makes us possessive, that’s why I left the mark. I want people to know you’re mine. I want everyone else to think of me when they hear your name.” He gives you a look that has you swallowing, you have a feeling the hunger on his face has nothing to do with blood.

“A fake relationship?” You scoff at the idea, it was all so juvenile.

Joel shakes his head. “Not fake, just more… acceptable than this.”

“What is this? I mean I’m yours and you’re… what just my vampire dude?” You shift to lean against the wall. Joel watches you silently, eyes tracking your every movement like a hawk. He scoffs at your words though.

“Vampire dude? That’s the best you got?” He shakes his head, he leans down so his nose brushes against yours. “The technical term would be Master. I am your vampire master.” He says it in a taunting tone like he’s got you in check-mate with those words. You actually laugh, was he serious? You look over his shoulder, half expecting Tommy and Ellie to jump out at you guys and yell ‘Sike! Happy Halloween!’ No one does, though and you’re forced to process Joel’s words.

“Is this some fucked up Halloween prank? Like, I know Dracula was playing a few nights ago, but come on, Joel.” Desperate to have Joel tell you that, while, yes, he is a vampire, he’ll just leave you alone as long as you don’t tell Tommy he slipped up.

His eyes bore into yours before he lowered them, one of his hands reaching out to curl around one of yours. “Look, I know I’m puttin’ you in a fucked up position here, but I can’t jus’…” He trails off, looking away and grinding his jaw. “I can’t just leave you alone. You’re so sweet and,” he sighs pushing your hair away from your neck so he can lean down and inhale deeply against your neck. “Y’smell so good for me, Darlin’. Can’t leave ya if I tried. I’d lose my goddamn mind if someone tried to touch you.” He drops your hand to curl strong arms around you, pulling you flush to his body as buries his face into your shoulder. “Y’already mine. Others ain’t fuckin’ touchin’ ya.” He’s practically rambling at this point, crushing you to his chest as he mutters possessive words into your skin. You finally nod.

“Alright, Joel. I got it. I get it. I won’t…” You groan hating yourself just a little for letting him win. “I won’t tell Maria.” You finally say, and you mean it this time. You and Joel will figure it out.

Joel looks up, dark brown eyes watching you carefully, “And?” He eggs for more.

“And what?”

“You gonna be feisty and keep fightin’ me on every little thing?” He questions.

You sigh, you thought you were taking this entire thing in stride if you were completely honest. “No.” You grit out angrily. You clench your jaw and look at your couch. “Now will you leave?” You ask annoyed. Joel huffs and tips your head back to his with his hand. A small, amused smile plays over his lips. “You’re not very well-behaved, ya know. Master might just have to punish you.” You laugh at that, the words sound completely ridiculous.

“Give me twenty-four hours to process this… alone. And then I’ll come back with a better attitude, or try to.” You look up at him, hoping Joel will recognize that you need some space.

He sighs and steps back from you. “I’ll give you ten hours. I’m coming back tonight to feed, and make sure you get enough to eat yourself.” You have to admit, you’re a little offended Joel doesn’t think you know how to take care of yourself.

“I can feed myself just fine. And you just fed this morning, and last night, just take the night off and come back tomorrow.”

He shakes his head with an exasperated huff. “You just said you weren’t going to be feisty, and yet here you are refusing to cooperate again.”

“I just some time to wrap my head around this.”

“And give you enough space to try something stupid? No, I don’t think so.” Joel counters.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter, Joel.”

“You’re mine, I’ll decide when I want ya and when I don’t.” His hands move to tangle tightly in your hair, pulling your head back so your chest arches into his. “I’ll give you today to drop this fuckin’ attitude. If you decide to be like this tonight, we’re gonna have problems, little girl. Got it?”

“Yes.” You whisper back to him, eyes shining with fearful tears. He’s big and strong and fucking terrifying up close.

His grip on your hair tightens, his mouth curling up in a snarl. “Yes, what?” He growls out.

You clamp your mouth shut, as submissive as you can be, you can’t call him master. He’s out of his fucking mind if he thinks- he yanks on your hair again, a growl leaving him. “Yes, I understand. Joel, please. I’m sorry.”

You can’t do it. You just can’t. He seems somewhat pleased with your response, though because he pulls back again, stepping away from you with a small nod. “You continue not cooperating, I will make you call me Master until you get it through that stubborn brain of yours that I fucking mean it when I say you belong to me. For your sake, I suggest you figure out how to submit.”

You nod, cowering from him, tears streaming silently down your face. Joel sighs, cupping your face in his hands and wiping away your tears with his thumb. You let out a whimper, trying to push his hands away, worried he’d hurt you again. “Shhh. Just cooperate, Darlin’. It’ll be a lot better once you get used to this, I promise.” He presses his forehead against yours, stroking your cheeks with his thumb, shushing you softly. “It’ll get better, I promise.” He leans forward and kisses you. Your hands curl around his wrists as his mouth moves against yours. The kiss lasts for close to a full minute before Joel finally pulls back, that hungry gleam sparkling in his eyes. “I’ll see ya later, baby.” Then he’s opening the front door next to you and walking through it, closing it behind him. You’re left wondering what the fuck just happened, as your knees give out and you slide to the floor. The feeling of Joel’s mouth against yours leaves your lips tingling. Fuck… You liked it.

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Bitten

Pairing: Vampire!Shanks x AFAB!reader

Warnings: NSFW, biting, this got graphic fast, doggie, oral (fem receiving) P in V, fingering, cum drinking, squirting, feeding, groping, aftercare, overstimulation,

It was the night of the full moon, and it wasn't just any full moon, it was a blood moon. Most of the red hair pirates had gone to bed, in fear of a superstition that the blood moon was an ill omen that brought out the monsters in men's hearts. Only you, Shanks and Benn were awake past lights out to view the celestial spectacle.

"Careful there sweetheart, you might not want to lean on the railing right now. One stray wave, and you'll go straight into the drink." Benn rumbled from his lounge chair on by the mast.

You stood up straight and grumbled, "I've fallen overboard before, and you didn't have a problem bringing me back up."

"Yeah, but that was during the daytime when we could see, if you fall in and don't come up then you are as good as gone." Benn retorted, flicking the ash off the tip of his cigarette into the breeze. "And when the rest of the crew was awake to help."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "fine, fine," and strolled over and plopped down on the couch Shanks was sitting on. The red head wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled your back against his side. Shanks kissed the crown of your head and mumbled, "wise choice love, we wouldn't want to wake the crew, or worst lose you."

Your hands gripped his forearm as you got into a comfortable position. The warmth of his body seeped into your skin as you relaxed against him.

"If you were gone, I'd have to find someone else to tease for my amusement." Shanks added, before his lips danced over your neck. A shrill squeak ripped from your throat at the tickling feeling, you tried to escape him, but the tightly muscled arm around you just tightened.

"Benn! Help me." You whined, "Your boss is being mean to me."

"You're fine, he doesn't bite... Well t least not often," Benn replied, leaning back in his chair and taking a drag off the cigarette held between his fingers.

You glared at him out of the corner of your eye and growled, "he might not, but I do." You twisted behind you and sink your teeth in Shanks's neck. The tall man groaned, "oh fuck, darling." His hand slide down and squeezed your breast, making you moan around the mouthful of his hot skin. His breath fanned over your shoulder as a chuckle rumbled in his chest, "I didn't know you liked biting, I must admit that I usually prefer to be the one doing the biting, but don't mind indulging you."

"If you two are going to go any further, fuck off to your own room, and let me enjoy this night by myself." Benn growled.

Shanks chuckled, "so you don't want to watch? How unlike you, but fine." He shifted his hold around you and picked you up. Purely out of spite you refused to release your bite, as he carried you below deck. He kicked open the door to his room, the carmine colored moon light poured in from the large bay windows, making your partner's usually very cozy room quite eerie. As he made his way over to the large bed in the center of the room, the smell of your captain flooded your nose making you quite giddy. Shanks plopped both of you down onto his plush bed. "Are you gonna let go, love?" Shanks huffed, dragging you to the head of the bed. When you didn't let go, Shanks's hand dove up your shirt, and he yanked on your nipple. The yelp he pulled from you allowed him to pull away, he reared up and sat on his heels. His brown eyes took in your form, before focusing on your chest. He pushed your shirt up until it bunched at your collar bone and circled his thumb in a soothing manner over the bud he had been rough with.

"There we go, now my turn." Shanks purred before diving at your chest, nipping and sucking at the skin around your areola. His stubble leaving a pleasant burning sensation in his wake that made heat pool between. You gasped and squirmed, trying to rub your thighs together for some relief when Shanks pried your legs apart and laid himself between them. "Oh no, no, no, you don't get to pleasure yourself, only I get that honor." Shanks whispered as he rested his chest against yours, sinking you deeper into the crimson covers of his bed. He hummed in amusement as he trailed his nose from your chest up to your neck and his hand gripped your wrist and pinned it above your head.

"Shanks, please kiss me." You panted, while trying to tilt your hips, so you could grind against his stomach.

The look he gave you was almost feral, but he made no move to kiss you. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you..." He said, suddenly quite serious, all traces of lust gone from his voice. "Bust I'm worried it might scare you off."

You scoffed, "darling, I've seen you behead a man, there are very few things that you could tell me that would scare me off."

"Even if I told you I'm not human anymore?" He asked, "and that I need something besides normal food to survive?"

You frowned, and searched his eyes only to find that no deceit in them. "What do you need to survive?"

A hesitance overtook your brave companion, giving him pause before he responded, "blood."

"I still love you even if you are a vampire, because you're still you..." you cooed, finger combing his hair back with your free hand, before adding, "wait is that right, you're a vampire?"

He let out a relieved shuddering breath, and nodded his head.

"But why tell me about this now?" You asked, "are you hungry, is that it?"

Shanks shook his head momentarily before cocking it to the side and replying, "Well, I ate on the island, but I'm still feeling a little peckish. And while normally I would ignore it, this blood moon is making it hard to ignore."

You giggled, "So what you're telling me is you want a dessert, baby?"

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the column of your throat, as he replied, "absolutely, and I figured you would be delectable."

"Perhaps, but don't you think I'd be even better after a few orgasms? When my blood would be a cocktail of hormones?" You sighed, trailing your fingers from his hair, down to his jaw, and lifting his chin to make him look at you. As he gazed up at you his pupils widened before narrowing into a slit like a cat's eyes and red flooded his iris.

A low growl rumble shook his chest, making your own rib cage vibrate. "I don't know, but I'd love to try it out."

"Then get to work," You commanded softly, and pecked a gentle kiss onto his chapped lips.

Shanks lunged forward, slamming his kips to yours while his hand gripped the collar of your shirt and tore it down the middle. And before you could complain he huffed, "relax, I'll buy you new ones," before parting your lips with his tongue.

You slid your trousers off for him because you did not want them ripped. "No panties or bra tonight? What a naughty thing you are." Shanks quipped as he pulled away, to undress himself. You decided then to tease him, and dipped your hand between your legs, running your fingers through your folds and around your clit. He hungrily watched you lift your hand to show him how wet they were. He stumbled over his pants crawling back on the bed, trying to get back on the bed. Shanks kicked them off as he shoved your fingers into his mouth. Laving his hot tongue around each digit to suck them clean.

You used your other hand to take a handful of his hair and guide his head between your legs. Shanks did not need any more encouragement to latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. When you gasped out his name, he moved down to your sopping cunt, and lapped up as much of your slick as possible. His tongue greedily dipping inside you, sucking gently as your walls to drink up more of what you had to offer. Shanks's eyes remained locked on your face the entire time, making sure you could see him swallowing.

As his jaw grew tired, he pulled away, and replaced his mouth with his hand. Stroking your clit with rough pad of his thumb while his long fingers scissored and curled inside of you. Shanks watched you with rapt attention as he wound the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter. "Come on, come on, give me something to drink love." He barked, while you bucked up into his hand.

"It's close!... But not enough. I need both!" You cried, digging your nails into the wooden head of the bed.

A rough growl bubbled in his throat, before he latched his mouth over your clit and shook his head while thrusting his fingers into the spongy wall that always made your toes curl. The coil in you suddenly snapped, but pressure kept building inside you. You wailed out as every nerve in you sang in pleasure, bucking your hips uncontrollably until the pressure in you burst, all over Shanks's face. He quickly cupped his mouth over your cunt as you squirted, gulping down your cum like he hadn't drunk in a month.

When your head stopped spinning, allowing you to regain awareness, Shanks was kissing his way up your belly. He hummed, "And now for the main course," and suddenly the world spun around you, and you were now face down in his sheets. His big hands gripped your hips, and he hauled you, so you were ass up. Shanks guided his fat cock between your folds, and stroked himself to make sure he was well lubricated. He ignored your pleas of urgency, as he gripped the base of his dick and slapped the sticky head against your clit. "Patience love, wouldn't want to hurt you one accident." He purred, before pushing himself inside. The stretch made you gasp his name, and arch your back for him more.

"Go ahead and set the pace darling," Shank ordered, hands gripping your hips and urging you backwards. And set the pace you did, leaning back on your knees and putting your back into slapping your hips against his. He eventually started to meet you halfway, with thrusts of his own. It didn't take him long to pull another explosive orgasm out of you, one that didn't stop. Each one of his thrusts had you gushing and clenching around him. You were absolutely cock drunk, and unable to do more than let him use you like a cock sleeve, and babble things like declarations of love and praise him for how good he was fucking you. Which shifted as his thrusts grew sloppier, to please for him to fill you with his cum.

Your cries were cut off when he wrapped his hand around your neck, and he hauled you up on your knees. Each thrust was harder than the last, as he got closer to his own orgasm. Finally, cumming when his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of your neck as he released his load deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back, and you came again, as you felt his warmth spread in what you could swear was your womb. His hips still pumping into you, to milk what was left of his orgasm. You could hear him gulping down your blood, as you rode out the aftershocks of pleasure that wracked your body. When Shanks felt full, he pulled away and let you go, unaware how lost in the sauce you were. That is until he watched you fall forward, into the puddle of your own cum that had formed on his sheets. He smirked as you slowly slid off his cock, and cum around nothing, releasing a gush of fluid and cum.

"Are you good?" He asked, sliding his hand up your back in what he thought was a soothing manner. Only for you to arch away from his touch with a whine. "Was it that good?"

"Yes, and I'm still sensitive." You panted, trying to crawl away from him.

Shanks pulled you back under him, and pushed away the damp hair that stuck to your forehead. "is there anything I can do for you?"

"Water." You groaned hoarsely, "Fuck my mouth is dry."

"I imagine, I'll be right back" Shanks chuckled.

"Put on pants!"

"No."

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