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gyusimp · 10 months

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°• 🍡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 🍡 •° [Dom Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem reader]

Ok, I know this post is a bit different so let me explain. I have a friend who's sickly in love with Mitsuri, so she literally paid me to write a fic for her hahaha. I had never written femxfem before, doing this took me out of my comfort zone and even helped me unblock myself! It was a new experience and at the same time fun, I was satisfied with the result so I wanted to post it here in case anyone is interested lmao otherwise just ignore it. I'll post it on AO3 later too.

°•Read Part 02 here!

You were outside her door, in the hallway of her apartment after ringing the bell. Mitsuri would not take long to leave and so it was. After about 10 seconds she appeared on the other side of the door with a big smile on her face as she invited you in.

You had a math test in 1 week at university, you weren't exactly good at math so your friend immediately offered to give you some lessons, practice some topics and help you pass the test with the highest possible score.

"Welcome back, y/n-chan!" She greeted you, excited.

You took off your shoes and left them at the entrance and then headed to Mitsuri's room, the sound of your bare feet and hers walking on the floor accompanied their voices down the hall until she entered her room. The study desk was clean and tidy ready to work so you put your small backpack on the floor next to the bed and sat on one of the chairs that Mitsuri had brought.

"Thank you so much Mitsuri, you have no idea how much this will help me, you are amazing." You thanked her, for the thousandth time since she offered you her help.

"It's nothing y/n-chan! Anything for my friend" she said with flushed cheeks, moving one of her hands while holding her face embarrassedly with the other. "How about we start now?" One took a seat next to the other, you took out some graph paper, your pencil case and your math book. You told Mitsuri what you had to study and which ones were difficult for you, she was not only very good at math but she was also very sweet and patient with you so that gave you enough confidence to ask all the questions you wanted.

She was as sweet as a kindergarten teacher, she even congratulated you when the answer in the exercises you did was correct. It had already been 1 hour and a half since the study session began so the best thing was a short break to clear your mind and prevent you from falling asleep.

"You're doing great! How about a 20 minute break?"

"Cool, I didn't want to fall asleep." You joked, laughing with Mitsuri.

"I'll go get a glass of water, do you want water too?" She asked.

"OK thanks."

Mitsuri stood up and stretched raising her arms, you looked for no reason in her direction without thinking and watched just as she adjusted her skirt after standing up making your chest jump. Mitsuri always wore tight or short clothes, and this skirt was very short so you could see the beginning of her butt as she started to walk towards the door. When she left the room you tried to erase that image from your head and think about something else, maybe read your notes again and thus distract yourself quickly but all that came to mind was the scene when she opened the door of her apartment and the first thing you saw after her face was her tight bust under the little t-shirt she was wearing and that prominent v-neckline showing a big part of the beginning of her boobs. Was it starting to get hot? You decided to take off the cardigan you were wearing and freshen up, luckily you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired girl entered the room with 2 glasses of water in her hands, the water was so cold that small drops slipped down the glass.

"Thanks girl, this was what I needed." You said, hoping that drinking something cool would stop your pulse racing.

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About 25 minutes of class passed after having had that little break time, you were starting to get bored and despite putting all your effort into paying attention you couldn't solve this exercise. The problems were the most difficult and Mitsuri noticed your frustrated expression trying to solve it.

"Do you have any question?" She asked attentively.

"I can't understand this part, do the exponents have to be multiplied here too? Agh! I feel so stupid..."

"You're not stupid y/n-chan! You've already managed to solve other exercises, you're very smart!"

You looked at the clock on the screen of your cell phone, there was still time to complete the agreed 2 hours of study so you sighed tired when you thought about it.

"So far you've done really well, so I think we can take another break." Mitsuri said, trying to cheer you up.

"Ok, I hope that helps." You got up from the chair and stretched again as did Mitsuri. She got up from the chair and walked to her bed to get on and crawl on the mattress towards the pillows, you looked behind you and realized two things that made you feel too nervous again. She sat cross-legged but her skirt was very short so inevitably you could see her panties and because of the position of her legs you could have seen more but you decided to place your eyes elsewhere.

"Even I feel a bit tired" Mitsuri said.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who's been burning out her one neuron." You teased, both of you laughing in unison.

"I mean, I've never spent so much time sitting in those chairs, I usually use my bed as a study area so now my back is tingling haha."

"Me too!" You said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Mitsuri sighed and ran one of her hands over her shoulder and back. "Do you mind?" She asked. You didn't have time to react when she reached under her clothes to unhook her bra and remove it, throwing it elsewhere.

"N-not at all, don't worry." You and Mitsuri were quite confident so she was used to doing things like this in front of you without knowing that you were trying hard to hide your nerves.

"These things can be really uncomfortable sometimes, especially when, well...you know." She said, pouting as she massaged her breasts. Why had she done that? Now you felt bad for not being able to stop seeing her. Her little shirt was so tight to her body that it hugged her breasts perfectly, making her nipples stand out from under the fabric. Her breasts were large and the way they bounced under her clothes when she took off her bra kept replaying inside your head. "Sure you're not hot? I can turn on the fan if you want."

"Oh thank you. I'd like that very much."

You stayed sitting on the bed hugging your knees while Mitsuri stood up to go turn on the fan. When you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes and lie down on the pillows while leaving your legs bent. You felt a movement on the mattress so you assumed that Mitsuri had returned to the bed but then she didn't move again and remained silent so you wonder if she was still there or had left the room so you opened your eyes to find out. When you opened your eyes, you caught Mitsuri looking directly at your thighs and between your legs, with your knees bent that way she could easily see your panties under your shorts. This definitely made you too nervous, you were about to sit down and close your legs but another thought came to your head faster. She was also watching you like you were a while ago so that got you a bit horny.

Your face was very red just like Mitsuri's when she felt trapped by you but despite that she didn't try to hide what she was doing or at least try to look a little shy so that only made you keep moving forward.

"All in order?" You asked, spreading your legs with the excuse that your knees were blocking the view of her face in front of you.

At this point it was quite likely that you didn't care anymore and both of you would completely lose your shame.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsuri asked, starting to crawl towards you on the mattress.

"You didn't stop looking at me, it's unfair if I have my eyes closed." You answer.

Sometimes you two used to joke around in similar ways but now, things were getting a bit further, you both subconsciously expected one of you to stop but you kept going. You kept your legs open and Mitsuri lay on your abdomen between them, causing your core to rub dangerously against her and feeling her breasts lean against you.

"Of course that's fair, you were looking at me too so now we're even." She said, making you blush.

Both of you fell silent, Mitsuri staring at you while you tried to look anywhere but her face and that included the low neckline of her t-shirt in front of you. Mitsuri moved in place, at first you thought that she was settling into her place or she would just get up and the class would continue but everything changed when you realized that she started rubbing on you provocatively. Mitsuri settled her legs on the bed keeping one straight and the other bent to rub her own core against her panties and the mattress making her large breasts massage over you. The position of her legs made her little skirt mess up, leaving her butt exposed, showing you her tight little lace panties.

You didn't say anything, you just gasped and spread your legs more so that she could fit better in the middle of you. She smiled at you with desire so that she felt more confident to move as she wanted. Mitsuri placed her arms on each side of you to hold on better and continue rubbing on the mattress and on top of you, she even had the courage to start panting a little just to annoy you and increase your blush. Mitsuri wouldn't stop looking at you and see doing this kind of thing made you feel too nervous and even more when she was so close to you; but you'd be lying if you thought this moment was weird or awkward, each passing minute turning you on more and more and just waiting for one thing to lead to the next. You wondered if at some point she was going to touch you.

"This feels s-so good..." Mitsuri gasped. She settled between your legs and lowered one of her hands to her panties to take them and rub them better against her wet core. "You've never tried this before y/n-chan?...it feels really good."

"N-no..." you managed to reply, feeling her breasts on you turned you on more and more besides the sight in front of you.

"Really? Never before?...self-satisfaction is just as important as self-love, girl." She told you.

You didn't know what to answer, Mitsuri settled back and took her hand out from between her legs. She held on to the mattress again and it was after that when she groped her hand directly between your legs inside your shorts, over your dressed cunt making you arch your back in surprise. You were about to say something but you didn't even have time because she started rubbing her fingers against your panties causing a lot of friction with each brush of the fabric.

"A-AAH!" You moaned, surprised to feel her fingers in your panties.

Hearing your voice like that made Mitsuri turn on more, causing her to start moving her fingers faster as well as her hips against the bed. With every movement, she could feel her wet panties brushing over and over again in the middle of her slit, right on her slippery clit. The feeling was perfect so she wanted you to experience it too.

"Y/n-chan...I want to make you feel really good, aah-ah." she moaned.

Mitsuri took her hand out of your panties for just an instant, grabbing your shorts and pulling them down over your hips and butt until she took them off and tossed them around, exposing your black lace panties fitting your pussy on her face.

The pink-haired girl's fingers took the center of your panties and she began to rub the fabric making sure that each touch was right on your clit just like she did until little by little you were wetting the fabric of your underwear; you even started to move your hips to get a better feel. Mitsuri noticed that you began to get wet very quickly and slowly began to moan in need.

"D-doesn't that feel amazing?" Mitsuri asked. "The rub on the clit is perfect-aah! I'm so-so wet! And you too...mmhh."

You were both about to cum if she continued like this, but Mitsuri didn't want this to happen, at least not yet. She wanted to try more things and at the same time make sure that you enjoyed it as much as she did. Mitsuri stopped and got up, tooked off her skirt and sat up to crawl over to you.

"Don't you think it would be better to feel…closer?" She proposed to you, biting her pink lip. She traced a line with her finger all over your slit, feeling your wet labia. "We are both very wet." You stayed in the same position and Mitsuri imitated it in front of you, legs spread and leaning on her arms on the bed. "I'd like to feel you…here" she said, spreading her legs and making her panties shift to let her cunt peek out from under the fabric.

"Then do it..." you replied.

Hearing that made her heart jump with happiness. Mitsuri came up to you and took your panties off, then she got rid of her panties as well and left them lying around. She took your thighs squeezing them sensually to accommodate your legs around her waist and make you hook her between your legs. She did the same and that's when you realized how flexible Mitsuri was when she spread your legs and hers and hooked you in the same way against the bed, letting her breasts crash against yours almost on your face. When he was in the position she wanted, she dropped putting some pressure on you and sat down so that her pussy was exactly on yours, making you moan when you felt his wet labia. Mitsuri leaned over and settled on your hips, holding onto her arms on either side of you and beginning to move her hips, slow movements in circles and back and forth. The contact between your most sensitive points was direct, the position of the open legs of both and each of the movements made your lips move and your cunts open to collide and slide against each other.

Wet sounds began to accompany your and her moans throughout the room, you moved your hips against Mitsuri's to cause more friction. Both cunts wet rubbing each other, your clit massaging against Mitsuri's was the most perfect sensation you've ever felt in your life. You looked up or squeezed your eyes but when you looked ahead and saw Mitsuri's neckline you completely sank in pleasure and didn't take your eyes off her. Her tits moved and bounced on you with each of her thrusts, her hard nipples standing out under her tight t-shirt. Mitsuri's movements began to get faster and faster, crashing and bouncing off of you, she began to grind her vagina against yours increasing the odds of bringing both of you an amazing orgasm. You realized something, Mitsuri's t-shirt was too small and her bust was too big, her boobs began to bounce more and more forcefully from her cleavage and seeing that made you crazy and she didn't seem to care at all; she just kept moving on you, getting wet on your vagina until the position she was in and her strong thrusts caused one of her breasts to come completely out of her clothes bouncing on you and then her other tit did the same. You didn't take your eyes off her, her pink nipples were rubbing on your chest so you decided to take them to massage them with your hands and make her as aroused as you were.

"Y-your boobs are so big-aah! I love them."

"You're also...a-aah- you're beautiful y/n-chan! Your little wet cunt is so cute ah-mnnh!" Mitsuri moved away from you a bit and took off her shirt, making her breasts bounce even more when she took it off. You didn't stop seeing her for a second, moving more.

When she returned to the position she was in, you put both hands directly on her butt to massage it and put some downward pressure so that your cunt was closer to hers, you squeezed and touched her ass making her moan for a long time until that you felt the need for more. Your left hand slid between her buttocks until it reached her wet pussy and your right hand began to play with your own pussy or the part that Mitsuri's couldn't cover, wetting the fingers of both hands, pumping your own hole and feeling this made Mitsuri squirm on top of you, leaning her head back moaning with all her might and moving faster on top of you. Your juices and hers splashed between her slippery cunt and your legs spread wider to rub you with each of her folds.

"AA-AH! Yy/n...y/n-chan! Mmghh-aah!! D-you think you're gonna cum already?"

You couldn't even answer because you were about to, you moved your hips hard to feel Mitsuri on your clit while you tightened around your fingers, you squeezed Mitsuri's ass again making her moan as you did when a warm sensation it went down from your abdomen straight into your pelvis.

"AAH-AAH MITSURI!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! AAH!!"

Your legs spread wide, your back arched and a sticky white discharge shot straight out of your vagina drenching Mitsuri, causing her to do the same and cum in your pussy. Both wetting each other while she was still bouncing her pussy against yours in reaction to the orgasm until her speed slowed down.

Her thighs and yours were wet and sticky, you saw Mitsuri's breasts and as they glistened with sweat, sweat dripped from the back of your knees to your feet and your legs trembled as did your breath. Mitsuri lay down next to you and let both of you stretch out your legs after staying in that position for so long. Before she fully pulled away from you, you could see thin white threads coming from her cunt joining yours, leaving you wet and feeling slippery between your legs. Mitsuri's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, even though neither of you spoke it wasn't an awkward moment at all. You two looked into each other's eyes and different parts of your body at the same time. You didn't know what time it was, you even completely forgot the reason you were here, you saw the desk and looked at all your study material and then you saw the time on the clock next to the bed on a small table. 6:44 pm It was already getting dark outside and that worried you a bit.

"That was a very interesting lesson." You said, breaking the silence.

"We should repeat it another day, don't you think?" Mitsuri spoke, sensually.

"You think so? Then you won't be able to get me out of here that easily in a study session." You joked.

"You don't have to go today, I know it can be dangerous to go out at night so you can spend the night here..."

"You mean...a second round?" You said, getting up to approach Mitsuri.

"If that's what you want."

"Only if you let me go above you this time..." you replied, straddling her.

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months

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Shut In (Eyeless Jack x reader oneshot!)

Basic plot: its really cold outside, and you urge Jack to stay in your home with you... he decides to stay despite knowing full well that he will be fine out in the freezing temperatures. You both decide to do things to pass the time and stay warm! Turns out Jack can make a mean cup of hot coco, too

Extra notes: I dont usually write fanfics, and the last one I've written was a personal one from late August... so to say I'm rusty and underexperienced is an understatement! I feel this one ended up a little.. weirdly paced imo but I think I'm still happy with the end result! Dialogue I feel I could have done better on but I'm going to be nice to myself since I mostly write hc posts so this is way out of my comfort zone.. Drafted on Tumblr then sent through google docs to pick up on some mistakes I missed, briefly reread no proper proof reading imo... lets hope this isnt a train wreck + it copied back to tumblr okay!! LMAO

Brief joke about pregnancy/making a pregnancy but its like one small snippet but I know that can make people uncomfortable + implies at least one of the characters is AFAB

Word Count: 2915

Extra Admin's note: I want to say again that I am so so happy about this blog hitting 1k followers, when I first started this blog I was originally going to use it to burn time and have something to do on the side, as well as having a place to put out my cringe ideas and hcs. I never thought this many people would be interested in my dumb thoughts, but here we are! I intend to keep writing this year, and perhaps even make more non-celebratory one shots this year? Maybe? I don't know I guess we'll see the reception on this fic!

It was the middle of the night, around the middle of January. Your boyfriend and you were holed up inside your apartment, you having locked the man up with you after seeing that it was below freezing out, as well as raining. You had to practically beg your boyfriend to stay with you for the night.

Your boyfriend, who also just so happened to be a man eating demon with tar dripping out of his hollowed out eye sockets. Your boyfriend, who was currently sitting still and staring forward, the only sound in the apartment coming from the dripping of your faucet. You had asked him to come visit you, it'd been a while... and he would never ever let you go to his cabin when it's this cold out. So here you both were now.

You pat the palms of your hands on your knees, sucking in one of your cheeks and working the flesh through your jaws for a moment. You were both technically stuck in the apartment now; you didn't want Jack to go out and risk getting sick, and Jack more than likely wouldn't want you to step out for the same reasons. So, you were both confined to what you already had within the space. You were about to open your mouth to speak but Jack broke the silence first. "You're shivering, do you want me to get some blankets?", blunt and almost robotic. He was never that expressive. "Or would you like to go to your room?" He added after a brief pause, his fangs poking just over his lip before he readjusted his mouth. You were both in the living room, sitting together on the couch; the front door to your left and a view of the kitchen to the right. You thought for a minute as your eyes lingered on the kitchen for a moment. You'd already eaten, before your partner arrived... but..

"That's fine, I'm probably going to make some hot coco," You pulled yourself up, stretching up. "Powdered stuff ooor..?" Jack mimicked you. You only shook your head, earning a disapproving look from him. "What?" You questioned, but he only dismissed you. "Why don't you get some blankets, I'll handle it," and he turned on his heel to make his way to the kitchen. "Maybe put on a movie, too, your choice." He added as his voice carried off. "Are you saying I can't cook?" You called back, following after him. No answer as he tugged out a pot. "I'll have you know-" you started once more

"Do you have half and half?" He was already opening your pantry to grab things.

"No, I don't,"

"Heavy cream? Whipping cream? Whatever it's called..." He mumbled as he placed various ingredients on the counter. Cocoa powder, vanilla, salt and sugar. You only nodded, and as he was about to begin working he paused. "Do you want anything else in it? Cinnamon? Nutmeg?" He paused and through gritted teeth, "Coffee?"

It was almost midnight, of course he would be opposed to you having caffeine so late.

"Cinnamon is fine," You watched him get to work. He measured everything out; even mixing the heavy cream with some milk to make a substitute for half and half.... was that really all it was? You weren't sure what you expected it to be, if it weren't..

He pulled his head up and stared at you. It was then that you noticed he had actually taken his mask off and set it at the end of the counter and out of the way. The black ooze dripping from his eyes was slow and posed little threat to dripping into your drink. He had a fistful of napkins on standby to dap his face dry should the flow quicken. "Aren't you going to get the blankets?"

You pat your hands on your thighs, pausing... watching him. His body had a warm glow on him from the old light bulb in the ceiling; it flickered every now and then. Under the yellowed light he almost looked healthy and alive, though there was no glint where his eyes should have been. His sharp nail tapping on the counter brought you back to the moment, blinking a few times. "Yeah.." you mumbled, defeated at the chance of making a drink for yourself stolen from you. But was that so bad?

You backed out of the kitchen, dragging your feet across the floor. Your apartment was.. a little on the smaller side so within a few steps you were in front of your bedroom door. You didn't really pay much attention to your surroundings as you shuffled through the blankets on the bed.. eventually you settled on just grabbing an arm full and waddling back to the living room, dumping everything you had grabbed onto the couch.

The house smelled of cinnamon and chocolate.. with a hint of vanilla.

Turning your gaze to the tv, your eyes scanned across the DVDs you had stacked messily. Nothing sounded good. "Is there anything you want specifically?" You called out as you settled yourself down criss cross in front of the tv and pulling all the cases onto the floor next to you. "Movie wise," You added as you pulled the first case into your hands. The DVD collection for Child's Play.. you had gotten it a few weeks ago, finding it on sale at your local store. You still hadn't popped it in to watch..

"I have.. Chucky, uhm..." You shuffled for the next case. "All the movies by the way.. I have that and.. most of the Friday the 13th movies," You called out. No answer, the only sound coming from the kitchen was the noise of a whisk gently being stirred. "I don't have Jason goes to hell... But!" You pulled out a third case with the Nightmare on Elm Street DVDs. "I DO have Freddy vs Jason," You mumbled and spread the three disks on the floor in front of you. Most of the disks you had, you noticed, were mostly older slasher movies. Still, Jack hadn't answered you. You pull yourself to your feet and trudge back into the kitchen. His back was to you, too preoccupied with the stove... He hadn't noticed you, not yet. An idea blossomed in your head, a smirk pulling itself across your lips. You steeled yourself, trying to force yourself to stop shivering.. Jack was always paying attention to his surroundings, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

You take a step forward and he still doesn't notice your approach.

Another step.

And another.

Jack wasn't the tallest, in fact if you wanted to you could rest your chin on his shoulder... and that's what you ended up doing, while wrapping your arms around his thick waist. You could feel his body seize up just a little bit against you, before relaxing. "You didn't answer, what sounds good?" You pulled your eyes down to look at the pot. Your drink was nearly finished. You view rocked as your boyfriend shrugged, still silent but the twitching of his pointed ears let you know he was listening.

"Anything's fine," Another shrug as he cuts the heat. "You're the one cooking for me, you get to pick the movie," You insisted. He paused mid-whisk, letting out a soft huff. Suddenly he spun around, his face just a few inches from yours. In the dimmed light his eye sockets seemed deeper, it's black ooze lazily dripping down his cheeks. You noticed the smudges on his face, from wiping the streaks. You briefly wondered what it was like to sleep with them, but your thoughts were cut short as he pulled a blackened and clawed hand to your hair; tucking a lock behind your ear. "How does...." He paused, sucking in his teeth. He looked almost embarrassed. "Bride of Chucky sound?"

"What? Want to study the characters again so we can dress up again this year for Halloween?" You tease. You had convinced him a few months ago to dress up with you. With him as Chucky, and you as Tiffany... It had taken some begging and convincing but you ultimately got him to agree. Although you didn't go out to get candy, you were both fine with staying inside watching movies together in costume. It was also that night you got him to watch the movies..

His ears darkened, before he scoffed. "No... actually this year I was thinking of..." He took a long pause, visibly scraping his brain for names of characters, before seemingly giving up. "Look I don't watch many movies I don't know any.. characters.." He grimaced, before gently pushing you off of him so he could turn his attention back to the hot cocoa. "We've still got nine months, more than enough time to come up with something..." You shrugged, then smirked. "Not enough time to make a Glen... or Glenda," You teased before turning on your heel. You held back a snicker as you heard Jack splutter, finally processing what you had just said to him.

"W-"

"I'm gonna go ahead and put in the disc, I'll leave it paused for you," You cut him off, still grinning to yourself as you kneeled down to do as you had said.

Soon enough Jack walked into the room with a mug, as well as a platter of cookies. "You didn't have to," You mumbled as you eyed the treats, but he only waved you off as he placed the plate and mug onto the coffee table. "You don't have to eat them, but I figured you might want a snack while watching the movie," He mumbled. You took the mug, and swirled the drink inside of it. "I hope I didn't put in too much cinnamon," Jack added as he watched you. He leaned over and started the movie.

You took a sip, smiling a little as the warmness crept in. "You did good, probably the best hot cocoa I've ever had." You offered a grin to him. "That has got to be the fakest compliment I've ever heard," Jack shot back, though you could see the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry! I believe this is the most decadent and satisfying beverage I've had ever been graced with in my life, and-" You began, only for Jack to hush you. "I'd rather you throw it on me, don't... say words like that again," He grumbled as readjusted himself into the couch. You took a sip and shrugged, "It's just absolutely immaculate," and he lightly smacked you on the arm. "I'm never making anything for you again," He snorted, before turning his attention to the movie.

You weren't going to lie, you felt a little bad treating yourself to the cookies, knowing Jack was unable to eat them without upsetting his stomach. Being a man-eating monster must really be hard. You purse your lips, and shoot a look at him from the corner of your eye. He must have been doing the same, because he turned his head to look at you. "Do you want to do something else?" He asked lightly, his grin from a few minutes ago already faded. "Do you ever miss eating.. food?" You asked before you could stop yourself. He didn't bother pausing the movie, instead he just fell silent and stared down, into the space between the two of you on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up, I know it's a touchy subject for you," You mumbled and put the mug on the table. You sucked in the air between your teeth, flicking your eyes up to the movie, before bringing them back down to your lap. It stayed like that for a minute before Jack broke the silence. "I mean... yeah, I do. But at least I don't have to eat every day like you do, means I can have more time to do what I want," He said. Clearly, he was still bothered, tip-toeing around the big.. thing about him. The air was still tense and thick, all of the previous joking gone now. It was nearly unbearable. Nearly.

"You know," Jack began after a few more seconds of silence when you didn't reply. "I've never tried cinnamon in hot cocoa, I didn't know that was a thing people did," He was changing the subject. "You haven't?" You asked, raising a brow. He eyed your mug, but you both knew there was no way he was going to take a sip.

"It's really good," You mumbled, and took the drink, "The combo, I mean," You added. He hummed, patting his knees lightly. You swirled the drink again, watching the... what was it called? Those lighter swirls in the drink.. Did that have a name?

"You've had hot cocoa before, right?" You asked. He hummed again, nodding his head. "Well.. the cinnamon makes it warm. Taste wise.. It makes it.." You took a sip and thought for a minute. "Richer, I guess? It's hard to explain," You muttered, then looked back at him. You tore your eyes back down when you saw he was looking right at you, totally hooked onto your words. "I hear nutmeg goes good in it, too.. but I've only tried nutmeg and chocolate together in baked goods," You shrugged. "You did really good with this, you know... not too much cinnamon.. not spicy, at least." You smiled. He nodded, before turning back to the movie.

"Woody, I hear people describe cinnamon like that," He leaned back into the couch, a dull pop came from his back.

"Woody," You repeated, then took a large sip of the hot cocoa. You put the mug down onto the table, and leaned into your boyfriend as the warmth crept and settled into your bones. You weren't even paying attention to the movie, your mind was now occupied with how tired you were. Your eyes slipped up to the clock on the wall, It was nearly one in the morning. Had it only been an hour since Jack walked himself into the kitchen?

You lean deeper into Jack, not caring about his body's natural chill. His clothing still smelled a little like the cocoa from earlier.. "Gotta invest in some cologne, you smell nice like this," You mumbled into his arm. "The cinnamon?" He asked, not looking down at you. "No.. the cocoa, I mean cinnamon would be a nice touch... but you don't seem like a sweet smelling guy, do you?" You muttered. "Are you already getting tired?" Jack asked, and he leaned over you to grab the remote, pausing the movie. You muttered, the heat of the hot cocoa doing way more than you expected on the tiredness you didn't notice you had. "A little," You shrugged, "But we can still try to finish the movie," You offered, but he shook his head. Of course he would, as much of a hard ass or party pooper he came off as, he was going to make sure you were going to get your rest.

You put your hand in his, the one that had the remote.. you unpaused the movie. He paused it, and you unpaused it again. It kind of kept up like this before Jack conceited and kept it playing, although he did lower the volume.. The subtitles were already on, though. "I win," You smirked up at him, before crawling into his lap. You placed your head on his chest, pausing when you felt him stiffen before relaxing against you. His heart beat for a moment before settling to its barely there rhythm. For a minute you thought about asking about his heart, as far as you knew he explained himself like he was becoming a walking corpse... how does that work?

You decided against it, you already asked about him earlier.. and besides, your mind was already beginning to blank as Jack reached to the side of the couch, and turned the lamp off.. It was dark now. It was still raining, you could more clearly hear the drops outside now that the movie was turned down. Plus, Jack was running his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. It wouldn't be long until you finally gave in and fell asleep.

"Are you going to still be here in the morning?" You asked, melting into his chest as he hummed in response. "Plan on it, I still need to clean up the kitchen," He added as he curled your hair around his hand. "It'll still be cold in the morning," He added, "I need to make sure you bundle up before you go out for work," He added. "I'm not that dumb," You muttered and lightly slapped his arm. You swear, if he still had his eyes he would have rolled them.

"How do you see? I know you're not.. a normal person, but," You blurted out, lifting your head. He pushed your face back down, shushing you. "Sleep," He ordered, before loosening his hold on you a bit so you could get comfortable. It wasn't an order but it may as well have been with how your body started to loosen into him within the next few minutes, quickly snuffling out your curiosity and questions.

He'd still be here in the morning, you could pester him then. After all, it's what he signed up for when the two of you started to date one another..

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hi sunshine! how are you? hope everything’s good and you’re doing fine! sorry if I might sound too cheesy but I absolutely adore the way you write, everything you post I eat it up immediately and the fact that you do this for free? you’re a gift, so I was wondering if you’d like to write this scenario (exclusively if you’re comfortable and interested in doing so) it’s NSFW for shanks with a F!reader (there is just something about him that is so damn attractive) and it’s about her being maybe part of the crew or another pirate (your choice), we know his crew and him are not particularly interested in treasures and money, and I would think the one they have are obtained similarly to what the strawhats do and not by raiding cities, and I would imagine shanks to not be interested in jewelry so he lets his crew take what they want for themselves with the only exception that he always calls dibs on the most gorgeous necklace he can find, the crew knows this and it’s cause he absolutely LOVES to adorn her simply cause he adores her and gift giving is one of his love languages, what they don’t know it’s that what he loves even more is fucking her while she’s wearing nothing but that necklace. that’s it, oh bonus point if you make him like madly, deeply viscerally in love cause I think that man would be the kindest of partners.

Have a wonderful day and do not feel pressured to write this if you simply don’t enjoy it <3

I'm not even going to attempt an apology because there is no apology that could justify me letting this be in my inbox for 7 months. LMAO. I simply just have not been writing as much as I was. I'm hoping to correct that. Please know that it wasn't that I didn't like this idea. I was and am obsessed with it. I'm just mentally unwell~~ lmao.

ANYWAY. HERE IT IS. idk if you're still on tumblr, or long gone, but either way I had fun writing this. Thank you for sending this great idea months and months ago.

SHANKS X FEM READER / NSFW word count: 6.5k (i know i know, but what can I say, it's shanks) content warnings: nudity (duh lol), vaginal penetration, biting, scratching, there's some shower shenanigans, unprotected sex (they are pirates and live dangerously), pretty straightforward, have at it. A SUMMARY: nope.

The truth was, he should have let you go a long time ago. Let you fall to the bottom of the ocean along with all the ships he had sunk, with all the drowned men he had no sympathy for. He should let you go, but you are like the ghost of his arm. On hot humid nights, he wakes up with an itch on a forearm he can’t scratch so he tosses in bed, dreams of you–of the hand he can’t touch you with.

Shanks never cared about treasure, not even in his early youth. He was happier watching his men divvy the spoils among themselves. He’d take their laughter as reward, watch the joy in their faces and know that he had conquered more than just another pirate, more than just another adventure. He had conquered life itself.

Yet, he thought derisively, he could not conquer you.

But he knew what swayed you. He knew the light in your eyes that’d shine like beacons at the sight of jewels. How broadly you smiled while counting gold coins. He adored that undeniable air of superiority that’d keep your shoulders high when he’d slip ornate gaudy rings over each of your long tapered fingers. Shanks loved the sight of your delicate neck draped in gold chains, although he thought nothing beat the sight of his own fingers wrapped around it.

He hid his obsessions behind his smile. Some that he wasn’t proud of, but then, there was you, sitting on the edge of your bed, smooth legs crossed neatly over each other; his pride hanging by a thread on the curve of your cheek.

Not that he’d ever tell you.

The din outside the bedroom is loud, as it’s bound to be. Two pirate crews getting together, one being mostly composed of men while the other women, was surely to have interesting results. You ignore the shouting, and the cussing, the laughter and the start of badly played music accompanied by badly sung party songs. After all, it wasn’t often you were honored by Shank’s presence. You needed to make sure to take it all in.

Your dark eyes size him up, from the top of his flaming red hair, to the bottom of his feet–sandal clad and characteristic of his blase persona. His size alone was enough to intimidate most but you had him moaning in your ear too many times to count to let the broadness of his shoulders deter you.

“Fancy seeing you in these waters,” you find the words to speak. They are heavy on your tongue, and sound annoyingly childish to your ears. You hide the urge to grimace by widening your smile. Shanks had the power to make you feel like a schoolgirl; unsure, and giggly and absolutely stir crazy about him. You shake your leg repeatedly, as you toss your hair over your shoulder, your curls suddenly feel suffocating around your heated neck.

“Did you miss me so much you had to go out of your way?” Your voice is strained and high pitched. You hate it. You want to claw your throat out, but he smiles at you knowingly–as if he could read every stupid thought in your head and suddenly, you want to claw his face out instead. “You shouldn’t have.”

You try to sound light and airy, teasing–maybe even condescending, but your voice is still off. It brings heat to your face. You try to hide your embarrassment by laughing, and turning your head. You cover the lower half of your mouth, and glare at the nearest clothing rack. On it are the latest additions to your wardrobe, expensive silks and slinky low cut attire; everything you could think of that he’d like and never seen on you.

“Is it so hard to believe?” he asks you, his tone friendly and warm. You swallow thickly, unspoken confessions sticking dangerously to the walls of your throat. You think you’re choking. You think you’ll die then, and he stabs the wooden stake right through your heart when he speaks next: “We’re friends after all. Of course I’d miss you.”

That word bleeds into you. It spreads like ice, like venom throughout your being. Friends, because that was the only option among pirates. Friends, because the other choice was enemies–and could two enemies ever fuck like you and him? You suck your teeth and cross and uncross your legs. You adjust your seated position on the bed, while the crowd outside your bedroom continues to get louder. Although you’re avoiding his gaze, you feel it skim over your skin. You feel fire over the slope of your exposed shoulders, feel it over the swell of your breasts.

Friends did not look at each other the way he did.

“Well,” you interrupt his thoughts. Shanks blinks as he watches you uncross your legs again. He is mesmerized by the size of your plush thighs. His fingers twitch as he reigns in the impulse to reach out, to grasp one of them tightly. You stand up abruptly. “You have shitty timing, as usual.”

Shanks blinks, before he laughs with a soft shake of his head. “Really?” he asks and points his thumb behind him at the door. “With the party going outside I thought this was as good a time as ever.”

He approaches you, and you immediately stiffen. Shanks tries not to laugh. In place, he snorts quietly through his nose. His hand reaches for one of your hips. His strong fingers dig into flesh as he brings you flush against him.

“Come on, Doll,” he murmurs against your cheek. His breath is scalding against your brown skin. It’s like being kissed by the sun. You smell sake in his breath, almost taste the sweetness of it. “I sailed a long way to see you. Don’t you think our reunion should be a little sweeter?”

The slap against his chest is enough to stagger him backwards. You slip out of his space, trying to find your dignity along with your breath. Inside your chest, your heart runs at a neck-breaking pace.

“Estúpido,” you hiss at him, hands immediately going to your heated cheeks. “I’m not candy. You expect too much,” you tell him, turning your face to raise a brow. You try to read his expression over your shoulder. His hand slips into the pocket of his trousers. “Especially when you come back empty handed.”

“You think so lowly of me,” he complains although he smiles. His hand rummages in his pockets. You hear the clinking of a metal, and your body turns around completely before you can help it. “When have I ever come back empty handed?” As his last words reach you, he pulls out a gold necklace from his pocket. You immediately count eight amethysts beads in various sizes. Wrapped around the necklace is a fine woven chain with gold spears that dangle from the base.

You approach him, and reach gently with one hand. As you hold a golden spear on your fingers you see the sconce light of your bedroom catch on the tiny little diamonds embedded within. Shanks grins down at you. He sees that light in your eyes and feels a fire in his belly. It breathes life into him.

“You should have started with that,” you quip, your plush lips pursed together. He is sorely tempted to grab your face and kiss you. He almost puts up a fight. His hand grips your cheeks together, and he lands a noisy peck on your mouth. You resist, so he comes back for seconds and thirds.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he laughs as you slip away from his grasp, taking the necklace with you. You make a big show of wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. “Oh, see?” he gestures at you, with his brows scrunched up together. “Now you’re just trying to hurt me.”

“You’re a brute,” you snap, tossing your head again, finding your frizzed out curls currently insufferable. It was hair wash day, and Shanks was getting in the way. “Have you even showered?”

At the interrogation, Shank’s gaze shifts from your face to your body. It lingers momentarily on your breasts, before he drags them slowly back up, leaving you breathless. You hiccup.

“I–” you start, and your bottom lip quivers. Heat pushes you down to the ground, tethering you to the fire in Shanks’ eyes–one that is threatening to quickly consume you. “I was going to shower when you got here. That’s what I meant–”

Shanks steals your thoughts, and your common sense. He invades your space, his hand easily finding the comfort of the small of your back. He rests it there on the top of your ample backside. Sneakily, or at least he thinks so, he squeezes the top of one ass cheek.

“Is this your way of asking me for help?” He leans forward to press his forehead against yours. “Let me help you. I’m very good at it.” You think, it should humble you, the way he’s lowered himself enough to reach your height. You think, surely, this should be enough, mean enough. That you should not crave what he cannot give; false forevers and promises written in fool’s gold.

But you’d be a shit pirate if you didn’t dream at least every now and then.

You turn away wordlessly, and he follows quietly behind you. Inside the bathroom, he shadows your movements, his hand placed lightly over yours as you remove your clothing, and you drop the necklace over the pile of clothes. There’s a feral hunger lurking inside you, wanting you to tear his clothes off but you push past it and into the shower. You can’t see him, but you feel him grinning behind you, feel his predatory gaze sizing up your naked body. You close your eyes under the warm water coming out of the shower head, letting it soak your hair and body while you hear Shank’s clothing drop to the floor behind you.

Cleansing your body becomes a complicated task when Shanks is involved. He swears he’s helping as he slips a soapy hand between your legs. You bite your lip as his callouses brush against the sensitive skin of one inner thigh.

“I have two hands,” you hiss as you swat his hand away. You hear a sharp inhale behind you, and his breathy laughter hot against the back of your neck.

“All you do is try to hurt me,” he murmurs dramatically. His mouth grazes against your skin, the prickle of his facial hair against the sensitive spot behind one ear is enough to elicit goosebumps all over your body. “Are you showing off that you have two and I only have one?”

You stammer despite yourself. If you could take it all back you could. You hope the steam rising in the shower is enough to hide the color blooming on your cheeks. You turn around and fall into his embrace. Water ripples down the grooves of his chest muscles. They skimper along every ridge of his abdomen. Your hands slither smoothly over them, taking in every inch, and memorizing them until you could see it clearly behind your eyelids.

“No,” you admit at last. Your hands are on his neck, as you pull him down gently towards your face. “I know you do enough damage with one hand as it is.”

You press your lips against his hoping this would be enough to shut him up. His hand feels like fire on your lower back. He brings you closer to him, pressing you against his pelvis. You feel his cock stir and grow harder against the softness of your lower belly. If there is any doubt left in you, Shanks takes care of it by slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The kiss is feverish, and messy. A slippery sense that is only heightened by the hot water sliding down your face and his. You bury your fingers in his flame colored hair, pulling him even closer against you.

Kissing you like this was clouding his senses. Being a captain of his own crew, placed him in the position of making most of the decisions. Something about the way you touched him, kissed him, looked at him–always made him want to relinquish control. Still, he preferred to have you in bed, where he could have you at his mercy. Your mouth was hot against his neck, as you lowered your hands over his body. Shanks bites down on his lower lip, as your fingers wrap themselves around the girth of his cock.

His hand shoots out to grab a handful of your wet curls.

“Now who’s the one doing damage?” he asks in a whispered growl.

You look up as he tugs on your hair, and almost wish you hadn't. His swollen lips, the ones you had passionately kissed as if you’d never get to taste him again, made him look disheveled and broken. That paired with the clouded look in his eyes, the heaviness on his eyelids, the slight flush on his cheeks was making your heart ache.

You press your lips together tightly, seeking control.

Your stroke is treacherously slow. You squeeze tightly, enjoying the feel of his thickness inside your hands. His lashes flutter close, and you watch him tilt his face up, watch the water drops slide down the expanse of his thick neck. You continue to stroke the thickness of his shaft, every now and then twisting your hand around the tip of his flushed cock just to hear his breathing hitch–to pretend you have some semblance of control.

“Feels so good,” a mumbled confession tumbles off his lips. You feel it swim around your head, blurring your vision. It slithers around you, touches you where no man has touched you before. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

The heat between your legs becomes increasingly hard to ignore. You feel your heart pulsing at the center of you, as an undeniable wetness covers your folds. You reach out with one hand to cup his balls gently. When he murmurs your name, lips parted in silent ecstasy, you know you have to walk away first.

You remove your hands, but not before dropping a kiss on the middle of his hard and muscular chest.

“Wait–” he protests, trying to catch you. His large hand touches your cheek but you still turn away.

Water drips to the floor as you leave the shower. You ignore the towels nearby. Instead, you bend over well aware that Shanks was watching your every move. He watches the roundness of your ass intently as you bend over, and he gets a peek of that luscious center of you–that pussy he just can’t get enough of. When you stand up, the necklace is dangling from your slender fingers. He moves towards you, water dripping from his hair and his body to the floor. He reaches out for the necklace but you move quickly away from him.

“You’re being so difficult today,” he observes with amusement. “Not that you’ve ever been easy.”

He has to admit, you were very skilled at putting on jewelry all on your own. Still, he wished he had the privilege this time. Shanks would just have to get his reward in another form. Your naked silhouette walking away from him was surely close to divinity, in his opinion. The way your hips swayed with each step towards the bed was making him dizzy. He watches you even as you climb on the bed, slowly, naked ass in the air drawing him closer.

He gives in to temptation. As he is prone to do with your companionship. When you turn around, dropping on the bed on your back, you inhale sharply at the look in his eyes; two burning fires determined to consume you.

Shanks moves with purpose. You had always admired the way he’d move so quickly in such a large body, barely making a sound before he would strike. There’s a sense of urgency that touches you gingerly at the base of your neck. Once again, you feel goosebumps scatter across your body.

“I think I’m very easy to deal with, actually,” you counter belatedly. “The picture of angelic behavior. How dare you.” He was making you nervous as he just waited there–kneeling at the edge of the bed. You tried to regulate your breathing as you laid your head on the ample amount of pillows you insisted on having on your bed. Shanks taught it a nuisance so you continued. You’d do anything to get under his skin–and stay there.

Shanks laughs at you as he starts to move. He slithers towards you like a large predatory feline, dark eyes and flaming mane of hair. The muscles of his shoulders ripple with his movements, and you feel your mouth water at the sight. You lick your lips, and swallow loudly. He must have heard you, you think with embarrassment, as a smirk stretches his lips.

“I dare,” he drawls, dragging out his syllables. He slides next to you, sliding his hand over the softness of your belly. “Because I’m the only one who would. You should be grateful,” he continues. You bite down on your lip, careful not to make a sound but your body is a traitor and shivers under the roughness of his hand. “That I’m such a devoted friend.”

There was that damn word again. There is a lump in your throat, bitter, and difficult to swallow. It almost chokes you to death as you push it down.

“Go to hell, Shanks. I don’t need friends like you.”

His laughter wounds you more than it should. You should expect this behavior from him. It was always the same. You parried his honeyed words with sharp remarks. A frail attempt at defending yourself and pretending you had no feelings for this Emperor of the Sea. He acted as if nothing you could say could hurt him, stop him, change his mind.

“Is that right?” he murmurs, his hand drawing slow large circles over your belly. Your legs move on their own. Your brows draw together as they slide apart, knees bending as you wiggle on the silk of your bedsheets.

“Mmhmm,” you reply. Your response is weak, you know, but your breathing was becoming more ragged the more he touched you. Your heart speeds up when he leans over to drag his mouth against the skin under your belly. You grit your teeth when he bites that same space of flesh gently. “That’s right. I don’t need you, Red-Haired Shanks,” you hiss through clenched teeth. Your hand is in his hair, fingers tangling in crimson locks. “I don’t–” You gasp, thoughts interrupted as Shanks journey moves lower to your pelvis. He kisses one hip, and then the other.

“You were saying?” he asks, a low chuckle dying on the crook of your inner thigh. You close your eyes tightly as the feeling of his hot tongue dips closer towards the center of you.

He pulls away, grabbing your wrist to untangle your fingers from his hair, as he sits next to you on the edge of the bed. This position makes you feel vulnerable–naked and laying on your back, as he sits up, looking down on you with your wrist still in his hand, both his feet on the floor; grounded.

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop floating up in the sky. The sight of him above you, smirking down at you victorious made you crave him all the more.

“I don’t need you to need me either,” Shanks says as he brings your wrist to his lips. He kisses the inside of your wrist gently; once, twice. “As long as you want me. That’s good enough for me.” He pauses to drag his tongue over the inside of your palm. Shanks eyes look down at you, away from where he is pressing your fingers against his mouth. They linger momentarily on your neck, and on the necklace, on your exposed breasts. “The way I want you,” he confesses in a low voice, before dragging his wide tongue up your index finger and plopping it into his mouth.

He sucks on it noisily, and slowly, holding eye contact. You feel close to combusting. Fury, or lust, you’re not sure. All you know is heat, all consuming, scorching, blinding heat. You force your hand out of his grasp, and use it to squeeze his face between your fingers.

“Shanks!” you hiss, breathing barely regulated. He watches you quietly, eyes dipping occasionally to your heaving chest. He loved the way the necklace looked over your breasts, the way the gold caught the light; how beautiful your skin shone underneath. A smirk begins to form, so you tighten your grip. “How much longer are you going to drag this out?”

There’s a touch of remorse in the back of his mouth; barely sour enough to make him grimace. He looks away from your pleading eyes to your neck, adorned lavishly in the necklace he had brought you. You looked so beautiful and vulnerable. He supposed it was time he did something about that.

“I thought you liked this game,” he mumbles with squished cheeks. Shanks holds your wrist again and pulls until you let him go. His fingers tangle with yours, and he lowers it against the bed by your head. Your fingers twitch, unfamiliar with this form of intimacy from him. Shanks' face draws closer to yours. You smell his sweet breath, and try not to count every freckle and sun spot on his cheeks like some kind of sentimental idiot.

“Enough,” you say. Your voice is whiny. You loathe it. “I’ve had enough. You brute. You insensitive–” Shanks cuts you off with a searing kiss. His mouth is forceful against yours. You mumble protests, unwilling to give up control entirely. His hand squeezes yours tighter as he pushes back, nipping at your bottom lip.

His tongue runs along your bottom lip, your back arches and you finally give in. You wrap your free arm around his shoulders to hold him close to you, savoring in the feel of his tongue inside your mouth. He brushes his tongue against yours, saliva coating both your lips until shiny. He moves to drop light kisses along the shape of your jaw. His next route of conquest is your neck, and you wince at his greediness–the way he’s sucking without a care in the world, as if he wants nothing more than to mar your skin for everyone to see what he has done.

He moves quickly, releasing your hand. You gasp when Shanks adjusts himself behind you in bed, face immediately burying itself on the side of your neck.

“Stay still, Doll,” he mumbles against your ear. Another shiver takes over your body when he takes your earlobe in his mouth. “I’m just trying to get a good feel for you. It’s been so long, after all.” He murmurs all of this against your ear, his breath hot and moist making you hyper aware of all his movements; the way his chest pushes against your back, how he lets go of the breast he was kneading to allow his thick fingers to traverse lightly over the side of your torso.

He continues until he is over your hip. He moves against your ass, pressing his erection against you. You hum lightly, enjoying the feeling of him–how thick and large he seems. There’s a ridiculous sense of pride swelling inside you for being the reason for his arousal; you, of all the seas he has traveled and conquered, it is you at this moment and no one else. His hand hovers over one ass cheek before he’s gripping it, gently massaging and spreading you open.

A brow rises high on your forehead. Before you can question him, Shanks makes a decisive move. He slides his cock between your ass cheeks, thrusting his hips gently to stroke himself between them. His breath comes out in puffs against the back of your neck with every slow thrust. You feel his precum smearing itself on your crack. It is a strange sensation, and you are ashamed to acknowledge how aroused you are at feeling him in a place he’s never explored before.

“Shanks,” you breathe out shakily. “Is this enough for you?”

He doesn’t answer you immediately, caught up in the lewd sight of his cock sandwiched in your voluminous and juicy ass. His breathing is ragged, chest burning from repressed lust. Seeing you–being with you–was not a common occurrence. The last thing he wanted to do was rush through this and forget to touch you, kiss you, in a spot he had planned–in a way he had fantasized about over and over.

“For now,” he grunts against your shoulder, biting and licking soon after. “Just give me a moment. I’ll take care of you too.”

You press your head back against him, exposing your neck to him. Shanks takes the invitation wordlessly, kissing and biting up your neck as he continues to slide his cock between your cheeks. His moans are soft, barely audible, but you feel the rumbling in his chest against your back every time he does. It makes you hotter, wetter. You sigh, desperate to feel him towards the center of you. You bring his hand around to your waist, slowly sliding his hand up your belly until it reaches the bottom of one breast.

Shanks smiles against your shoulder, where he bites down once more, eliciting a moan from you. “I know, Doll,” he mumbles, reaching for your breast as you had wordlessly requested. “You need more, don’t you? Always so needy. Always needing more,” his breath is hotter than your skin at the moment. It bounces off of it, as he twists your nipple between calloused fingers. You bite back another moan. “You’re never satisfied, but what can I say?” He pulls at your nipple harshly, making you cry out. “That’s what I like about you.”

He slips out from between your cheeks. You start to protest when he releases your breast. Shanks sucks his teeth, trying to silence you.

“I said I’d take care of you, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your ear, using his hand to lift one of your thick thighs. “You need to trust me more.” You help him without thinking, keeping your legs open while he slips his cock between them. His hardness is pressed against your soaking pussy. Your folds are slippery against his length. You hear him grunt softly against your ear, his breathing irregular as he stays very still. You chuckle, aware that he’s stalling–buying himself time.

Shanks loved a long game. He hated to cut things short.

Yet, like you, sometimes he was impatient. He moves shortly after, thrusting between your legs. It starts slow enough, his breath coming in short puffs hot against your ear. You reach behind you to grasp his hip. He rocks into you as you gasp, enjoying how thick he felt against your pussy, how the tip of his cock–mushroom tipped and meaty–would rub against your clit just right at certain angles. You reach further back, twisting your body, to grab a handful of his hard ass.

“Come on,” you goad him, finding it hard to think much less speak. “Touch me where it feels good.” Shanks laughs against your shoulder, and bites down over a blooming bruise. Your moan is high pitched as you try to reign it back. Although the party seems to continue outside the room, you don’t want to run the risk of your own crew hearing you moan.

“Don’t hold back,” he tells you, licking the teeth marks he left behind on your brown skin. “I’ve come a long way, you know. The least you can do is let me hear you fall apart.”

You grit your teeth, as heat wraps itself around your head. Your eyes sting from embarrassment, and what’s worse, is that you feel yourself dripping all over his cock, coating it in your arousal. You’re well aware he feels it too. It can be the only reason he picks up the speed, a throaty laugh echoing in the room.

In an effort to even out the playing field, you reach between your legs and grab the tip of his cock. You hear him gasp next to your ear as you guide his tip to your clit.

“I said here,” you repeat, rocking your hips so you can rub your clit against the tip of his cock. “This is where I want to feel you.” Your toes curl at the sensation, at how pleasure seeps deep into you, tightening with intensity at every rock of your hips. Shanks stills his movements, and presses his pelvis tightly against your ass. Your whines drive him to the brink of madness. He feels them inside him, tightening around him, pulling at his navel filling him with pleasure. His eyes shut close as he lets you take control–or lose it, he’s not sure. You seem delirious as you chase your orgasm, rocking on his cock as if your life depended on it.

Your juices coat his shaft, and he feels them slip lower, trickling down his balls. He pulls you even closer with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Go on, Doll,” he encourages you, his voice low and seductive as it breaks through your higher pitched moans. “Take it if you think it belongs to you. Take what you think is yours.”

You gasp as your ecstasy builds, your back arching as your hips stutter. You lose rhythm but it doesn’t matter, your orgasm swallows you whole. You reach out behind you blindly, your nails digging into his hair, scratching his scalp. You hear Shanks hiss as you cry out. He bites the top of your ear, and follows it down to your earlobe, to lose himself inside the crook of your neck, nuzzling your skin past the necklace. There’s plenty of reminders there–ones he had carefully left behind, but he figures a few more could never hurt. After all, you’re apart so often, he fears you’d soon forget how it feels to be desired and consumed by his affections.

You’re panting, barely coming down from your orgasm when you feel Shanks moving between your legs. His fingers rifle through your folds, enjoying the silky sensation of your cum around his fingers. You mumble something he can’t quite grasp as he tentatively inserts a finger inside you.

“Shanks!” you cry out, panting, eyes barely focused. “Hang on. Gimme a second.” He chuckles next to your ear, curving his finger slightly; searching. You bite your lip to keep from whimpering.

“I gave you plenty of seconds,” he says softly, playfully–as if he was singing. “You had your fun. I want to have some too.” You tremble in his embrace as he inserts another finger, and starts scissoring them inside you. You know he’d be annoyed, as you stay as quiet as possible, but you want to hear the way his fingers squelch when they go in and out of you. You want to hear him panting, the little soft moans that puff past his swollen lips. You want to feel him digging into your ass with his hips, feel his leaky cock on your skin.

“You’re doing it again,” he chastises as he pulls his fingers out. You gasp at the empty feeling, immediately craving him as soon as he’s gone. “I guess my fingers aren’t enough, huh?”

You swallow thickly, and move your hips testily, wiggling your ass against his erection. The look you give him over your shoulder is seductive enough to threaten to blow his head wide open.

“If you know that then why don’t you hurry up and put it in?” you mumble breathlessly. You’re breathing so loudly, Shanks swears he can hear you panting inside his head; over and over. “Or do I need to help you with that too?”

Shanks resists the urge to laugh. He scoffs instead, a tinge of embarrassment weighing heavily on his face. He didn’t need your help period when it came down to pleasing you. Your assumption was daring, and insulting. Perhaps he should teach you a lesson–a good one–before he leaves again. Shanks uses his free hand to guide his cock towards your entrance. He swirls the tip around your opening, watching gleefully as you wiggle your hips, trying to get him to slip inside you.

“Impatient as usual,” he remarks, a broad grin as he avoids your entrance again, choosing to slide his tip up and down between your folds instead. “Good things come to those who wait. Ever heard of it?”

“Your English sayings mean nothing to me,” you mumble, despite understanding fully well what he was saying. You turn your head, trying to glare at him over your shoulder as best as you could while he was still busy teasing you with his cock. You shiver as you speak: “What about ‘el que tiene tienda que la atienda’? Ever heard of that one?”

Shanks chuckles again, kissing your ear, and your temple. He lets his mouth linger there as he presses his tip against your entrance. You breathe in a gasp, full to the brim with expectation.

“You’re right, never heard of it,” he mumbles against your skin as he pushes forward, sinking into you slowly. You moan softly, it rumbles at the bottom of your throat, and drops into the pit of your belly where it starts a fire. “You should teach me more. What does it mean?”

Your brain can barely comprehend his words. All you can think of, all you feel, is Shanks cock moving inside you, you feel his body behind yours, his strong arm wrapping around your waist. All you can smell is his breath on your skin, all you can feel is the heat his kisses leave behind.

“So?” he asks you again, moving his hips slowly as he lets you adjust around his girth. “You won’t tell me?” Your gasp is ragged, little jitters shaking your body with pleasure. Shanks was no small man, and this was not even close to your first time with him, but he always took you by surprise. Not that you’d ever back down and admit defeat.

“Gimme a sec,” you spit through clenched teeth. He begins thrusting into you, picking up the pace without another word. His pelvis slaps into your ass, making a loud sound as skin hits skin. His balls feel heavy against your swollen pussy. “I said–gimme a damn…” You moan loudly, and press your head against his chest. Shanks smiles and cranes his neck to kiss your cheek.

“Take your time,” he grunts in between thrusts. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to keep from crying out but as usual, he reaches deep inside you, to the spongy spot that makes you fall apart. You gasp loudly, pants becoming closer and closer together. Shanks slides his hand from your belly to your breast. He grips it tightly, kneading, as he sucks on your neck, his fingers expertly finding your perky nipples.

They were already sore and sensitive from his earlier teasing, now, you could barely resist him.

You cry out, feeling control slip right past your fingers.

“W-wait!” you beg, kicking your legs impulsively. Shanks lets go of your breast to pin it down, as he continues fucking you from behind. He squeezes your legs together, creating an even tighter sensation as he thrusts in and out of you. You whimper, and shake, eyes unfocused as pleasure pools at the center of you. Your pussy throbs and aches. Shanks can’t help but grin at the way your pussy squelches every time he moves. You’re dripping so much he feels your sweet juices down to his balls.

“I’ve been waiting,” he says through gritted teeth but you don’t respond. He looks over at your face quickly, and realizes with glee that you won’t be telling him anything soon. Your hair still wet, is disheveled and tangled, partially sticking to your flushed face. Your cheeks glow under the scone lights, brown and warm and enticing. Your eyes are blown wide, lips glossy and swollen from all the kissing. On your neck and chest he can see bruises blooming already, only made all the prettier by the necklace hanging from your neck and over your breasts.

You look devoured, glorified and an absolute mess. Just the way he likes you.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asks you, his breath scalding against your cheek. His hand is clamped tightly on your thigh, keeping your legs tightly together. “You’ll cum for me, right, Doll? After all, I came all the way here to see your pretty face. To give you one of the necklaces you love so much. To give you all of this,” he says with a violent thrust. “Because I know how much you love it.”

You reach behind you blindly, savagely, your arm grasping his upper arm. You scratch his skin with your nails as you continuously cry out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix almost painfully. You reach out again, his hip, his ass, a part of his shoulder. You know you’re not being kind, your nails digging deep to leave your mark, but you have lost your grip on reason.

You cry out his name when you cum, twisting, and shivering under his embrace. Shanks holds you tightly, not stopping his hips. He continues to fuck into you, grunting louder and louder. He moans your name against your neck, as you feel him stiffen. His hips stutter, as he spills into you, losing sense of rhythm. Your body is too sore, and your mind too fuzzy for you to care about him cumming inside you.

Normally, you’d chew him out for it, but you had lost your fight the moment he shoved his cock in your pussy.

“Hey,” he drawls, licking the shell of your ear. You shudder, eyes fluttering close as your body feels heavier and heavier. You could fall asleep right there, if you really wanted to, covered in his scent, full of his cum and so spent. “You haven’t told me yet what it means.”

You somehow find the strength to laugh lightly.

“It means if you’re not here to fuck me, somebody else will be,” you reply, looking up over your shoulder at him with heavy lidded eyes. Shanks gasps dramatically and drops a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

“See? All you try to do is hurt me,” he whispers with a crooked smile. You reach up with one hand to cup his cheek and bring him closer to your mouth. You rest your lips just over his.

“And you like it too,” you tell him before kissing him once more.

#shanks x you #shanks x y/n #shanks x reader #shanks smut #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece imagines #one piece smut #for the cummunity!

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confusedspaceotter · 1 year

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Daily avatrice analysis (day 3)

day1 day2 day3 day4 day5 day6 day7 day8 day9

Seriously didn’t think i’ll have to split season 1 ep3 into 2 parts lol

anyway i’ll try to keep it brief today since the hug™ and the hallway scenes are huge milestones of their relationship thus is been talked a lot

Ep 3 part 2,

First, I would like to thank father Vincent for being an ally to the avatrice ship we didn’t know we had

homeboy sees avatrice interact for once in the canteen then decided to bring Beatrice to comfort Ava lol

Now you could argue and say that father Vincent asked Bea to befriend Ava but I think I would rather believe that Bea did this on her own because of her boarding school times(if you don’t know what I’m talking about check the day 2 post)

as much as I hate this man for lying to Ava I had to give this to him

he saw the vision when no one had

(Sorry Camila baby but you are still the captain of the avatrice ship tho

Now back to the scene itself

Avatrice really is endgame from the start huh

Just look at her

the moment she set foot in the room, her attention was dragged away by Ava

All hail protective Beatrice

You can tell she wanted to comfort Ava so much yet she doesn’t really know what to do

People might think that Bea is not good at dealing with feelings and that’s why she hide it

I propose that she is in fact too good at emotions

well more about the dark, bad side of having it ,and more importantly how to hide it

Given her past experiences I think is safe to assume she knows too well about the consequences of having feelings and I quote:

“When what you love, what should make you happy, only brings you pain.” -Beatrice(S1 Ep 8)

Yeah she knows what pain is

And yet

She can’t help but look at Ava, trying to find a way to provide comfort to her

Girl was whipped from the beginning man they were just meant to be

Now onto the hug it self

Sikeee there's something else here I wanna talk about

The moment mother superion left

She went straight to Ava

Girl couldn’t bother to wait for mother superion to left the room really shows how much she cared about Ava even tho she might not know her well

Now you can see the obvious hesitation she had

I’m assuming that reaction is combination of repressing your emotions for a long time and the result of keeping people out due to self-loathing

which makes this scene a thousand times more meaningful

Bea, the one who actively reject/avoid physical contact Initiate physical contact Im unwell

The fact that Ava is important enough to Bea that she threw her internal cage out of the window

I feel like in her brain is probably like:

brain sees pretty girl upset must comfort

And you know what the best thing is?

the fact that physical touch is both of their love language

as we can see in S2

They literally can’t keep their hands off each other

Now, many people have talked about how Bea feel or might be thinking during the hug

So I will talk about Ava instead

She is seeking comfort in the one person who is nice to her since she got here (minus Vincent he got ulterior motive

Ava your Kid is showing

I think we can see just how innocent and precious Ava is

reminds me of a meme I saw:

as a person who also had a childlike personality i would too dive head first to the one who is nice to me (especially when they are pretty girls like beatrice

Now onto the hallway scene

two things i wanted to point out

one, Bea using humor to try to comfort ava:

babygirl is learning how to comfort Ava we love to see it

and two

how observant ava is

“there's more to it then you are telling”

Ava took one look at Beatrice and said I know what you are lmao

“there is always more”

foreshadowing to ep 8 and could possibly be about Bea’s feelings towards Ava

i swear i didn't expect to write this many words

please lemme know if is too long i’ll try to keep it brief by not analyzing too deep with the more popular scenes(e.g. the kiss in s2 and so on)

Here’s a gif of Avatrice for making it this far <3

stay tuned :)

day4

#daily avatrice analysis #finally done with ep3 #should I do a tldr at the end of long post like this?#lemme know :)#I don’t know how to keep things brief #warrior nun #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva

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khaire-traveler · 3 months

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hi! feel free to ignore this ask, but im new to hellenism and worship in general. because of some sleep problems, i have set up a little altar for hypnos some time ago, and while my sleep has improved, i also need considerably less of it? (from 10+ hours to 4-6). is it a "normal" after effect of asking hypnos to bless my sleep?

also, hope you are doing well!

also also, if you have any tips on working and worshipping other deities residing in hades, that would be much appreciated!

sorry for the wall of text lmao

Hey there, Nonny, thanks for the ask!

My advice with things that relate to your health is always "mundane over magical" (I know that's typically a witchcraft thing, but hear me out) where it's honestly better to talk to a professional about such things than to think it a result of a deity. Maybe it could be Hypnos, maybe not, but I'm not fully comfortable confirming that for you, especially since I am, by no means, a medical professional of any kind. If you're noticing other symptoms, such as those common with mania (feeling you need less sleep, being abnormally upbeat and energetic, increased impulsivity, etc.), I would suggest seeking professional help (I am just saying this just in case; I don't know anything about you or what life is like for you). It makes sense, to an extent, that you would be needing a bit less sleep if the quality of your sleep has improved, but that said, it would usually decrease to 8 or 9 hours rather than going from 10+ hours down to 4-6. I don't think this sleep thing is related to Hypnos; I didn't personally have that experience when he helped me with my sleep.

With that aside, worshipping other Underworld deities would work the same way it has been with Hypnos, I imagine. I personally follow the practice of throwing away or burying perishable offerings, as burying it is a form of "returning it to the earth" for me. I don't consume any food or drink offerings I give to Chthonic deities either, as doing so doesn't feel right to me (it's like mixing something dead with something living, if that makes sense; it's about respect for me). I don't have much advice other than those things, and that's simply based on my own practice, so you obviously don't have to start doing them. I'd say to listen to your intuition and always research a deity a bit to get to know who they are (and even as a form of bonding). In the Deities section of my pinned post, I have more general advice for deity worship, but I think this is all the Underworld-specific advice I have to give; my worship doesn't change much for Ouranic or Chthonic deities, honestly. I think I'd be better at giving advice if you were asking about the worship of a specific deity (or deities).

I'm sure this wasn't the most helpful response in the world, but I hope you found something useful in what I said. Take care, and have a good day/night! 🧡

#anon asks #answered asks

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sapphire-weapon · 10 months

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ur last post about the tragic irony that is leon being saved by the cia makes me think about how, if not for them, leon wouldn’t have a ‘distraction’ for himself after racoon city. and like. can u imagine if they had just fuckin let him go. the thought of a freshly racoon city traumatized but not military traumatized leon running around looking for distractions seems like a whole new character to me

So this is probably a result of my original post being unclear, which is a huge my bad. But I didn't mean to say that Leon would have killed himself if not for the CIA. I mean that the CIA was both the cause of and the solution to his problem.

They pushed him to that point to begin with, but they were also the ones who saved him from it.

Which then only served to cement their hold on him.

Leon's life is shit, is what I'm saying LMAO

In a world where he'd never been kidnapped by the CIA, Sherry would've been his distraction. So, we would have had Actual Dad Leon instead of Suicidal Deadbeat Dad Leon.

But if the CIA had still taken Sherry but let Leon go... in that case, I'm pretty sure Leon and Claire would've fucking gone full traitor and waged war against the US government LMAO and you know Chris would be all in on that, too -- Mr. I Got Dishonorably Discharged From the Air Force for Fighting.

It does raise the possibility of Leon joining Claire for a co-op version of Code Veronica, too, and the thought of Leon and Steve interacting kind of makes me want to pull my skin off LMFAODBSK

But, either way, you're right -- he would've been a completely different character.

But I don't think that it'd be as bad as you're envisioning. In the scenario I proposed, the biggest motivating factor behind the suicide scare was ultimately Leon's overwhelming feelings of powerlessness and being trapped. If the CIA had let him go -- even if they'd still taken Sherry, he still had the freedom and the power to act on his own and do something about it.

So, like.

I remember when OG RE4 came out, and how shocked everyone was at Leon's characterization. But what RE4 did was take Leon's general disposition from RE2 and amplify it to an absurd degree. RE2 Leon was a nice guy, sure, but he was also stubborn, arrogant, and kind of obnoxious. So, in RE4, he's downright cocky and macho.

RE2make Leon had a more melancholic disposition, so that was what got amplified in RE4make.

But it was the training that did that to him. His exaggerated traits are a coping mechanism he used in order to survive the drastic shift in lifestyle that he was forced into, which is why OG Leon chills the fuck out more and more as the series goes on and he gets older. The more comfortable he becomes in his new life, the less he has to try to put on a performance or wear a mask.

So, without that combat training, he would have had a way more natural character progression. Imagine if RE2 Leon had been able to grow up as an unofficial third Redfield sibling -- because that's, ultimately, what would've happened. So, even if Leon had had a suicidal episode, one or both Redfields would've just beat it out of him LMAO

This would be a version of Leon whose confidence wasn't forced. One who still remembered how to smile and laugh from the heart. One with friends and a support group and who wasn't crippled by the ouroboros that is his loneliness feeding into his self-loathing, which in turn pushes people away and exacerbates his loneliness.

Because that's ultimately what's at the heart of Leon's character arc overall. Nothing that he does makes an actual difference in the world. Nothing in his life ever changes. He's chained to and trapped in a life he never wanted, and the same nightmare keeps playing out in front of his face again and again and again.

And he has to do all of it completely and utterly alone.

#resident evil #leon kennedy

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yeehawbvby · 8 months

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Falling Away With You readers!! I have something (potentially good?) to say!

I might start posting chapters again soon :3 But!!! There's a caveat.

The thing is, when I started my hiatus, I thought I would be able to take a short break, then write most of the story over the course of a few months to a year, and then get back to things with only, like, 25% of the work left to do.

Something that I didn't account for, though, was how the long-term results of brain damage and long-covid, paired with my barely-medicated ADHD, would interfere with that plan.

I think in order to write more, and to write consistently, I need those deadlines that take place when I'm posting with other people depending on me. I can't just set deadlines for myself and make them - my brain just doesn't work like that.

So, when I begin posting again, it might not be every Wednesday like it used to be, but maybe every other Wednesday? Maybe the first Wednesday of each month? I don't really know, I'll have to figure it out when I get there.

I'm also not going to make an ~official~ update about this on ao3 yet, because I have way more readers there (as far as I know) (like there's 160 bookmarks alone, I can't see how many people subbed to it or just look out for it or whatever yk??) and that's too committal/too scary lmao. I'm not positive this will even happen, but I just thought maybe I could let you guys know. If not for your own curiosity, then for my comfort :'D

Thank you for reading this if you got this far, and I'd love to hear anyone's thoughts/opinions on this!!

#FAWY #shut up crisa

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seelestia · 1 year

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Dulcet! ✨

Notable personality: It would be sarcastic, sincere and helpful? I always help my friends when they have their problems (more like a psychologist lmao) Person's that don't know me at first glance think that I'm mad or just a serious person (on the contrary when they get to know me! Does that count?)

My hobbies and interests: I like to sing a lot (I used to play a lot the guitar!) it relaxes me, sometimes I write stories and reeding! I listen to music, go for walks and hanging out with my friends (their not a lot, just a few little) I loooove playing videogames! When I'm with my friends we walk a lot because of me, sometimes we go find some abandoned houses and tell scary stories.

My love languages: Quality Time! It's a must for me! <3 And a bit of— (mind you I always ask for permission to touch the person first! For example: if I'm really close to my best friend and have the trust with each other or they're comfortable around me I will always ask first “Can I hold your hand/hug you?”/“Let me huuuuuug you”, if they say the “Okay” I let myself go with the mood!) Physical touch

MBTI (optional): I did a test and said this? Mediator (INFP-T) I'm not sure if this is that—

Hopefully I did it right! This is my first time doing something like this. :') If it's right thank you so much! Hopefully I didn't miss anything! (Love your stories and blog! I always check if you updated anything or you like my request 😭💞)

Anon— Rix. ^^

Btw: Have a nice day or night! Remember to always take a rest and eat something!

thank you so much for choosing 1-800-SEELEETIA's speed matchmaking services! the keyword: dulcet is inserted . . . congratulations, your result is successfully unlocked! [ submissions are closed, event post. ]

lia's note: rix, hi! nice to see you here, thanks for joining my event ;D your friend group sounds cool btw, i wonder if they will like itto? that's nice to imagine, haha.

「 YOUR MATCH IS . . . ITTO! 」

He can be quite the spirited guy, but this kind of energy is what allows him to ease himself into your friend group. Some of your friends might find him a little too loud, but no one can deny that fun and adventures tend to follow ITTO wherever he goes.

There is some irony there, though; while he never cowers at the face of risks as long as everyone is having fun, but the moment any of you mentions ghost stories or abandoned houses, the Oni just freezes. It looks like he already saw a ghost before you guys even stepped anywhere near an abandoned house.

He'd say, "Uh, a-are you guys sure about this? Like really, really sure— Huh, scared? Pfft, me!? No way!" If you tease him, he'd fake a cough and puff out his chest like a peacock.

Don't worry, ITTO isn't a spoilsport nor is he the type to hold the group back solely because of his. So, he will still go! But uh, expect him to cling onto you. You don't mind, do you? Heh, hehe... Sorry.

Also, according to Heizou, ITTO has a flair for singing. So like, you know, you get what he is trying to say, right? You strum the guitar while he sings his heart out! Bam, you and him? A match made in heaven! (Apparently, his lyrics are pretty trash, though. Just throw a pillow at his face.)

「 RUNNER-UPS: Heizou, Cyno. 」

#and tysm for the reminders! i'm taking care of myself so i hope you are too <3 #p/s: ily and your ideas sm hehe #seelestia.1k

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noaltbruh · 2 years

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Get to know my Oc!

I've been wanting to make this post for a long time, but I've never found the energy nor the time to do so. With Summer vacations approaching more and more, I have faith I'll be able to post more often like last year.

For now, enjoy this looong ramble about my Vento aureo oc: Eleonora!

Lmao nobody is going to read this.

As her personality and appearance highly depend in the context of the story, this is what I will primarily describe. Get comfy.

Also, this is extremely self indulging and pretty cringe, I've warned you.

Story:

Eleonora was born in the month of June, back in 2006, in the island of Sicily, Italy. She is 14 at the beginning of the story, and 16 by the time it ends. She grew up with two relatively loving parents and an older brother. Despite her father and mother's attempts at being there for their daughter, which they succeeded in most of the time, their very different ways of seeing the world sometimes caused conflict to emerge between the two of them.

This meant that, even as a young child, she would often comfort her very sensitive mother after an argument with her father, more closed off and serious than the woman. Emotional support was something she didn't struggle with, she was naturally good at caring for others, a trait she had inherited from her flawed, but nurturing mom.

The girl always stood out when it came to Academic. Not as much as Fugo, but smart enough to just generally maintain the highest scores in her class. Growing up, she decided to become a foreign languages teacher and attended a 'Linguistico', a type of high school in which students specialise in languages, with the intention of going to university, getting a degree and then starting her career.

So, while school wasn't much of a bother per se, her relationships with her classmates and generally anyone she ever came across were never...Genuinely good. Most of the times, people tended to ignore her or just never think too much of her. It never really influenced her in her early childhood, as she was generally a very naive but still kind child. Her lack of actual social experience and awareness started to be more evident during her early teen years, with people using her for what they needed (let that be emotional support or help with their homework) without paying her back for her attempts to be helpful.

As a coping mechanism, Eleonora would use works of fiction to detach herself from the world around her, causing her to sometimes result oblivious even to basic things right in front of her eyes.

She found her biggest comfort reading Vento aureo, left speechless in front of the colorful and chaotic group that the Bucci gang was. She admired how, despite everything they had been through, and their extremely young ages, those people had found the courage to reinvent themselves, determined to rule using their role in society to make Italy a better place.

In particular, Giorno struck her as a character and person. Seeing how much he strived to bring justice, without hesitating to kill if it was necessary, genuinely impressed her. His resolve and determination gave her hope that, one day, things would have turned around, and she would have found friends that loved her as much as the Bucci members loved each other.

In fact, even though her parents loved her, and so did she, the girl never felt truly comfortable around them, to the point of never mentioning her strained relationships with her classmates and avoiding the topic like the bubonic plague if her mother and father ever tried to bring it up.

This detachment from them is the reason why her surname is never revealed.

During her first year of high school, her parents told her that they would have had to temporarily move away to her grandparents' house in a Northern region of Italy, as it was closer to their workplace and her brother's university. They insisted for entire weeks for the girl to come with them, but she never accepted, claiming that she would have preferred to remain in her town, where she felt stable and safe.

Although very reluctantly, they knew that her daughter was headstrong enough to take care of herself, and they're seen checking in her multiple times a day via phone through the story.

Left alone in her house, Eleonora basically entirely dedicates herself to her studies, piano lessons and her love for stories, Golden wind always sticking out compared to the rest.

...In the meantime, in a parallel world, Giorno tries to experiment more with the stand arrow...But, accidentally, the boy ends up stabbing himself, causing Fates of different worlds to overlap with one another, and making the blonde end up in the girl's world, forgetting how he got there in the first place.

After some misunderstandings, the brunette very reluctantly explains how, in her universe, Giorno's story is fictional. Despite his skepticism and mistrust in the other at first, especially since the revelation of his reality being nothing but a tale is quite disappointing, she offers him to remain with her until they find a way for him to go back to his world.

Things between then start off as pretty rough. Eleonora's attempts at making Giorno feel at home don't always reach him, and her initial awkwardness doesn't help. She tries to help him get used to his new 'everyday life' in any way she can, but relaxing, not having any idea of how his team is doing without him, leaves him quite a lot on the edges.

On top of this, both of them tend to avoid the 'your timeline is a story' topic for quite a while. The boy doesn't feel ready to dive into it, and she surely isn't going to bring it up on her own, knowing that it clearly makes him uncomfortable.

With time, however, Giorno begins to notice and appreciate her kindness and, albeit pretty goofy, attempts at creating a nice atmosphere for the two of them. His sympathy in her regard only increases when he comes to see how lonely she actually is, which reminds him of his little, past self.

He tries to see her in a more 'human' light, instead of a simple reference point as someone who lives in this 'strange world'. He indulges, or at least tries to, in her hobbies and passions, finding out about her enjoyment in teaching others and her love for and videogames. Yes, they played Undertale together, that is canon in my story and I will not take any criticism regarding it.

Some of their sweetest moments include taking care of her pets or going to the beach, one of her favorite places, together.

For her birthday, and as a symbol of friendship, he gifts Eleonora a new, rather cute outfit, consisting of a white chemise and a plaid skirt, a present the girl accepts with huge pleasure.

As a way to make some extra money, since sharing between two people the cash sent by her parents is not easy, she decides to work part-time as a babysitter during Summer time.

Uncaring of the possible dangers of just wandering around the streets at 1 am after work, and despite Giorno's constant reminders of being careful, she finds herself cornered by two strangers, intentioned to take away her possessions.

Unable to fight back when physically attacked by the two, Eleonora still refuses to do as they say, afraid that she's going to let the other down and make him disappointed in her. Her determination to prove herself causes her to manifest and summon for the first time her stand, Mood Swing, which causes the enemies to pass out.

Badly hurt, but still standing, she tries to go back home, but is soon rescued by Giorno who started to get worries seeing her not coming back home at 2 am.

Next Morning, despite his attempts at scolding her for her reckless behavior, the brunette doesn't care and is over the moon for gaining a stand, albeit a rather weak one (see stand description below*). The boy soon enough smiles at his friend's excitement, but still makes sure to remind her that just because she has a stand, she has to be careful as to how she should use it.

Time goes on, and Giorno finally finds the courage to confront the matter of his reality not actually existing in Eleonora's timeline. When the two of them decide to watch Vento aureo together, however, something does not feel right: why did Fugo leave? And why did Bruno, Abbacchio, Narancia...?

This isn't what happened for him, everybody remained together and never died in his world, what's this supposed to mean?

When the brunette explains that, at least from what she has seen, that is the closure his story got, they're both shocked. The blonde doesn't know how to react to the fact that, in an another timeline, that could have very well been his own, half of the friends he had made died because of him. This causes him to have a bit of an existential crisis, questioning his worth as a leader and a companion for them in general.

The young girl, however, helps him to see that none of what happened was actually his fault, and that they all desired to free Italy from drugs as much as him, even though sacrifices had to be made in the process.

With this acknowledgement and acceptance of his world, Fate is soon enough satisfied and re-balanced, opening a portal to Giorno's universe.

As he quickly gets ready to leave, there's one last factor that needs to be considered, what will happen to Eleonora now?

She, too, packs up everything she needs to come along, deciding to bring, in a separate luggage, her collection of the Golden wind mangas as a reminder of how much has happened and how she has grown as a person ever since she had met him.

The problem is, he doesn't want her to come, insisting that his job and world are way too dangerous for someone like her, and he refuses to involve her into his business. She deserves better and is too good of a person to become part of a corrupted and obscure Organisation such as Passione.

His decision, however, triggers Eleonora mentally and emotionally, who doesn't listen to his motivations and only interprets his words as him not wanting her in his life anymore, after he no longer 'needs her'. This causes her to have a meltdown on the spot, clinging to the boy right in front of the door. His attempts at reassuring her don't work, to the point where, in a moment of extreme uncertainty and panic, she pushes both of them inside of the portal.

With no way to go back to the girl's world, Giorno gets mad at her for her irrational behavior, but when he sees the tears of joy in her eyes as she hugs him and tells him how happy she is to be there, with him, he can't help but feel compassion for the other, deciding to give her a chance at integrating in this new scenario, just like he did.

When she checks the time on the phone she had brought with her, she soon realizes that it had regressed to a mobile you'd see at that time. All the apps or other medias characteristic of 2001+ onward are gone... And with those, all ways of communicating with someone from her timeline no longer exists, this includes Eleonora's parents. She never will, through the entire story, speak to them again.

Putting that aside, the two soon notice that, for Giorno's world, his absence corresponded to nothing but a couple of hours. He books an hotel room for the other and tells her to stay there for the rest of the day, as he takes care of warning Bucciarati that someone will soon join the team, and resolves some other formalities.

The next day, nervousness kicks in as she gets ready to meet the gang. To her relief, Trish and Narancia welcome her with enthusiasm, while the rest of the gang, especially Abbacchio and Fugo, are very untrusting of the newcomer.

When she arrives at the villa for the first time, the brunette is amazed and happily begins to put her personal belongings in the room Bruno had prepared for her, hiding her manga collection in a locked drawer.

The day after, she has a conversation with Bucciarati while making breakfast. When the man asks her about her past, Eleonora fakes a story, explaining that after accidentally getting involved in the drug trade due to some classmates of her, she's unfairly arrested. Giorno bails her out, but rejected by her family and school, she has nowhere to go but the organisation. When the others wake up, she introduces Mood Swing to all of them, and is assigned to go on a mission in Salerno, near Napoli, to capture two members of a rival gang: Marco and Aurora Penne. Since she's still a newcomer, Narancia will accompany her.

While things don't go as planned, the mission is successfully completed. After going back home, Eleonora helps the boy with his homework and then spends some time bonding with the four teens while Giorno is at work. Fugo openly shows annoyance due to her presence, but not much can be done about it.

Around a month and a half after her arrival, Christmas time arrives. She's gifted by Bruno, and undirectly all of the gang, a personalized Christmas music box, inspired by her stand's appearance. The present, which all of them posses, represents a 'welcoming gift', and becomes one of her most treasured possessions after Giorno's outfit.

Whenever he's not busy with 'Mafia Boss duties', the blonde accompanies his friend around the city and spends a lot of time with her, pleased to see her slowly getting used to the Vento aureo universe and the Bucci gang's dynamics.

In fact, Eleonora also takes any opportunity she has to get closer to her companions, creating a very strong bond with Narancia, Trish and Bucciarati (although everyone loves Bruno and Bruno loves everyone so it's nothing special.)

The constant missions and the very different people she has to deal with in her new everyday life kind of intimidate her, but her desire to fit in with the gang and truly feel accepted by her new 'found family' motivates her to participate, albeit sometimes reluctantly, even in their crazy and unconventional ideas.

These include trying dog treats, putting her arm inside a trashcan, attending places with lots of people, such as carnivals, robbing a gas station at four am. and much more.

In particular, one of her 'biggest achievements', as she likes to call them, is finding the courage to play the keyboard during one of Trish's concerts, despite the pink-haired girl basically having to beg her to do so in order to get what she wants.

She still finds moments of peace and quietness hanging out with, aside from Giorno, best mom Bucciarati. The two of them enjoy fishing together and cooking for the rest of the gang, although the girl is clearly not as good as he is.

Becoming more carefree and wishing to fit in with the team's...'Colorful appearance', she decides to dye a part of her hair pink and finally gets an outfit that resembles something similar to the others' fashion sense.

Through the story, Eleonora always tries to put aside her guilt for just...Abandoning her parents and disappearing without ever giving them even an hint of an explanation as to what happened to her. This weight on her shoulders is also amplified by the fact that, at the same time, she's lying to the entire gang about her origin and her past, as she's scared as to how they would react if she ever were to talk about the 'truth' of their world.

Which means that she is unable to truly feel like a part of any of the two universes. She has abandoned one to move to another that would have made her 'happier', but even in it, and despite all the love that people have shown her, she's still reluctant to be completely honest with them, afraid of being rejected and 'dishonored' by the people she so desperately wanted to call her family.

Eventually, Giorno realizes that the pressure and the responsibilities she had put on her own shoulders become too much for her to handle, as he decides to be there for her and get rid of her guilt like she did for him before. When Eleonora finally accepts that her decision to start anew was for her own good, to finally feel content and welcomed somewhere, she manages to get closure for that 'chapter' of her existence, while it still sometimes hurts to think about.

She still does not feel ready to confront the truth regarding the mangas she keeps hidden, which the blonde respects.

Seeing how much his friend has grown since he's first met her, when the girl expresses her gratitude for having a person like him in her life, Giorno feels...Weird. After a long talk with Bucciarati, he comes to realize that he has grown romantic feelings for her, and confesses his love for the young one during one of their hangouts at the beach, knowing very well that it's one of their favourite places.

Filled with happiness, Eleonora accepts his confession and the two become a couple.

Most members of the team learn get used to her presence and consider her an integrated part of the family, but her relationship with Fugo is still strained. The boy keeps on seeing her in a bad light, claiming that she's just being falsely nice to gain everyone's trust. In reality, he feels like the brunette is just a better version of himself: smart, uptight, but more 'likeable' and less prone to getting angry.

The fact that Narancia takes a liking for her basically immediately also provokes his jealousy. Tired of seeing him mistreat the girl, orange boy states that, as long as the blonde keeps on acting like that, he'll stop being his cute happy self around the other.

Bruno, who hears this conversation, decides to send Fugo and Eleonora on a mission together in an attempt at making them bond with one another. Things get out of hand and the two teens seem to be incapable of finding a way to defeat the enemies' powers. The elder one cannot use his stand, because if he did, he would end up killing everybody. In a similar way, Mood swing cannot be used, since the other's agitation would cause everyone, her ally included, to pass out.

Cornered and reassigned to having lost, the two of then have an heart to heart conversation, where Fugo apologises for his behavior and admits his faults. The girl forgives him for his actions and prepares for their deaths, but after making amends with one another, both of their stands grow, the boy unlocks Purple Haze distortion and Eleonora's Mood swing is finally strong enough to attack physically.

The mission ends and their friendship, still quite rocky, begins. Finally feeling accepted and wanted by everyone, the girl decides to confront the rest of the team and tell them about her origin, comforted but the fact that even if everything sadly went wrong, she would still have Giorno behind her back.

Using her mangas to prove that she's not lying, she explains what fully happened to her and what she used to know before joining them. One after the other, the Bucci squad once again confirms her as a part of them, stating that no matter what she might has seen of been though, she's at home now.

One year after their first meeting, they decide to throw a party for her, as she's never told them her birthday. After the small celebration, there's still one last gift left: all eight of them take a picture together, which replaces the previous one placed in the middle of the salon, dated from before her arrival.

As Eleonora finds genuine happiness with her found family, the story comes to its end.

Personality:

Eleonora's core as a character and person is her empathy, a trait inherited from her mother, and developed early in her life because of the woman as well. While she, like Giorno, enjoys analyzing others, they have different ways of doing so. The boy tends to see people he's not close with as tools, finding what might trigger them and use it at his advantage. The other, instead, can be blind to people's malicious intentions, focusing on what causes them to act they way they do and making excuses for their toxic traits as well. When first meeting someone, even though she owns nothing to that person, she will soon start to secretly analyze them, thinking of what she can do to make the other happy and satisfied.

In fact, another flaw she struggles with, is people pleasing. Eleonora's deepest desire is finding a place where she can fit in and where she can maintain harmony; she needs to be needed to be content and highly measures her self-worth based on the ones around her. She wishes to create an environment where all her loved ones are safe and sound, she hates instability and is willing to go to great lengths to make sure that everyone gets along. She's very avoiding of conflict, even small ones, and prefers to just play along if it means preventing a possible fight from happening.

She's naturally attracted to hurt people, the ones that look lonely or in need of comfort. Emotional support is something she has provided to her caretaker since youth, and while she genuinely enjoys caring for others, this is partly due to the fact that she refuses to make anyone go through the loneliness and rejection she felt as a child.

In fact, while she can be oblivious to others' fake kindness, she is also very good at spotting what might cause a person to get mad, sad or happy. She knows what to say to make sure that nobody will feel attacked, or she might even prefer to just not speak if she senses that a possible answer might trigger the one she's talking with.

Due to her actual lack of social experience, however, Eleonora tends to come off as pretty awkward and goofy when she's met with someone she's not used to be around. Her heart is in the right place, but she doesn't know how to properly make it work.

Her decision to go with everyone's wishes is also influenced by her fear of being left behind or abandoned due to past experiences. She believes that if she can't be "useful" to someone, they won't have a reason to stick with her anymore.

This also explains her high perfectionist behaviors. Eleonora considers a failure anything she hasn't put her heart and soul into, deeming it worthless if she doesn't push herself to her limits to achieve it. While this helps her reach great results and goals, it also puts a lot of self-destructive pressure on her shoulders, that she's unable to brush off since it is only determined by herself and her will.

Similar to how she tries to predict people's reactions, the girl has a thing for always focusing on the future, often idealizing it or, alternately, imagining the worst possible scenario. This causes her to focus on even very minor details to make sure that her plans are perfectly-crafted and have an high chance of working out. Because of this, she's also extremely ambitious and probably has some bigger scheme in mind when doing even something small, thinking of how that's going to help her get what she's settled her will on.

This explains why, even at a young age, Eleonora already perfectly knew what career and life she would have pursued if she hadn't met Giorno. She's determined and can get surprisingly stubborn to go on with her plan, becoming unusually blind to how it may affect others. It doesn't take much to snap her out of it, although it might surprise you just how rigid she could get.

Ss she values harmony and peace, she's not afraid to go against the flow if someone is being mistreated by the mass. An example is her defending her one her classmates from the rest after they started making fun of the kid, even if it meant putting herself in a negative light even more.

Her wanting to become a teacher is justified by the fact that it gives her the chance to fuse in one job everything she loves the most. She describes it as 'passing on something she's passionate about and seeing others succeed because of it'. It both brings her a sense of importance as she's helping someone, but also makes her feel even better because she's doing in while explaining something she genuinely likes.

In fact, despite coming off as a pushover, Eleonora can get very creative and imaginative, thrilled and stimulated even by the weirdest, least logical ideas and thoughts, and gladly discusses them. Her love for fictional worlds and fantasies also causes her to be extremely dense and oblivious to the 'concrete' world, disliking matters and topics such as Politics or geography.

She's extremely dreamy and idealistic, anything but down to earth, something she often gets scolded for by her parents. She might get so worked-up in her daydreaming sessions or just inner thoughts to not notice something standing in front of her eyes or a stain on her clothes.

She's an easily impressionable and scared person, being afraid of minor things such as bugs, heights or even unexpected loud noises and movements. Despite this, a part of her is attracted to the unknown and uncertainty, enjoying the feeling of living an 'adventure' as long as she has someone with her and the possibility to prepare even slightly beforehand. Her enthusiasm and interest for what is unconventional correlates to why she grows to love Golden wind so much, and to how she just doesn't listen to the blonde' s warning when she obtained her stand.

This contradicting nature is the reason why, while she does want to become part of the Vento aureo universe, she's also extremely shy, insecure and comes off as a 'scaredy-cat' when first meeting the gang.

Due to this tendency of thinking things through before they actually present themselves, she struggles with improvising or thinking on the spot, and often panics when the situation doesn't go exactly as she had planned. When faced with contingencies, not having the time to analyze a situation, Eleonora can make some excessively reckless and unsafe decision, as she's unable to keep her cool most the time, this is shown when she pushes Giorno and herself into the portal, without actually thinking of the consequences of her actions.

She's an emotional and nurturing person, who doesn't hesitate to wear her heart on her sleeves and openly shows happiness and affection, even excessively, around her loved ones. This emotional vulnerability pushes people to be more open about their feelings with her. This manifests in how fast she manages to make Trish and Narancia feel at ease around her. On the contrary, it also makes her an easy prey to take advantage of, especially because she is very quick to trust others.

Her sensitive nature proves itself to be a problem, especially when mixed with her paranoia and fear of abandonment. This manifests at her lowest point when she throws a tantrum in front of the boy, unable to listen to his reasoning for not wanting her to come with him, and convincing herself that he's just trying to leave her behind just like everyone did.

With time, she learns to let herself live in the moment, something she absolutely refused to do at the beginning of the story and previously. The gang's influence forces her to get out of her rules following mindset and, instead, stimulates her more repressed side in need of discovery and concrete experiences, basically going from "lawful good" to "chaotic good" on the alignment chart. She's seen smiling, openly talking and just presenting herself in a more optimistic light compared to her first introduction.

Relationships:

-Giorno:

Eleonora and Giorno's relationship starts off as pretty rocky. At first, they both struggle to see each other in a human light. The girl is still attached to the idealized 'perfect protagonist and person' version of the blonde she has created inside of her head from watching Vento aureo. This causes her to be extremely awkward around him, afraid of doing or saying something she wasn't supposed to and pushing him away even more. Despite her...Clumsiness, she still tries to make him feel at home in any way possible.

The boy, on the other hand, is confused by everything that is happening around him and prefers to keep his distance from the other, not sure if he should trust her or not. The main reason as to why he decided to stick with her was because she saw her as the quickest way to gain information regarding the world he had ended up in. He does, however, show a bit of sympathy in her regard from their first meeting, when he can't bring himself to hurt her, just because of how harmless and scared she was.

During the weeks following their first meeting, he sometimes asks her questions regarding the political or economical state of Italy and the world in general, not realizing that an average teen, especially one like her, who doesn't bother keeping up with what is happening around the world, has no idea how to answer.

When he notices her not mentioning anyone aside from her family, the brunette explains how she isn't exactly beloved by many, which reminds Giorno of his own childhood when people would ignore and make fun of him. Finding a way to relate to her, even just a bit, he starts to see her more as a person and starts to notice more clearly her hard work to create a nice atmosphere where they could live together.

At the same time, him opening up a little and showing more interest in Eleonora's hobbies, also motivates her to take down the idea of perfection she had associated with him and begins to treat him as a friend.

He's surprised to see how energetic she can get when the right buttons are pushed, such as her tripping from her bed when realizing she has unlocked Mood swing the morning after the aaccident.

They're the type of couple in which they are better at looking after the other rather than themselves. The girl's nurturing nature impresses Giorno, who is not used to receiving so much care and affection, especially since she offered him everything she had without really asking for anything in return. She's good at cheering him up and getting his mind off stressful things, either personal or just mafia-related. As the blonde's behavior is also influenced by his girlfriend's, he learns how to be more in contact with his feelings with her help, understanding that showing emotions or doubts is not something to be ashamed of.

At the same time, he helps Eleonora overcome her insecurities and fears, teaching her not to care about other people's judgment and how to stand up for herself. He loves her, but also wants her to be independent from anyone and develop her own sense of identity. Particularly in the second half of the story (chronologically speaking), any place where he can be found becomes Eleonora's safe zone and a place where she can find calmness and tranquility. Although his busy work-schedule doesn't allow him to be there for her 100% of the time, they always find a way to reunite and spend quality time together. They love going for long walks, in any pastry shop in the city (they share a love for sweet food!) or in public gardens.

While they might differ a lot in their hobbies and ways of interacting with the world, with Eleonora being a bit more unconscious, emotions-driven and sometimes an head in the clouds, while Giorno is rigid, serious and logical, they create a complex but functioning dynamic that allows them to grow, ironically because of their differences.

-Narancia

Narancia is Eleonora's closest and most trusted friend. He welcomes her with open arms when she first joins the gang, which catches her by surprise, but she quickly learns that his kindness towards her is due to her insecure and shaky attitude, similar to how he used to act when he was the newcomer instead.

The girl gladly reciprocates his sweetness, offering to help him with his homework and defending him in an argument with Fugo. Their genuine concern and desire to look after one another is pretty obvious.

In fact, the reason as to why they bond so easily, is because they're the opposite sides of the same coin, often seen as the two 'youngest members', as the children that need to be protected and as the 'most innocent ones'. This is not entirely false, and while they don't like the feeling of not really being seen as equals by the rest of the team, it helps them create a very strong friendship, finding comfort in each other as they don't fear the other's judgment in the slightest.

Eleonora's empathy and emotional awareness is a huge comfort for the other, who feels free to show a more fragile side around her, knowing very well that she isn't going to take advantage of him, nor will she dismiss his feelings or look down on him for being "so sensitive". She always has a word of reassurance ready and she's an exceptional listener, letting him vent for as long as he might need.

However, most of the time, Narancia always tries to make sure she's happy, showing her his excited, lovable and kinda bold side. He basically drags her into any activity the rest of the gang and him are up to, is awesome at making her laugh, and helps her let herself loosen up a bit and 'enjoy the moment', at least once in a while. He will purposely push her out of her comfort zone and what she's used to, which scares the girl but also stimulates her curiosity.

They also have a lot of hobbies and tastes in common, such as playing videogames, reading comics or music. They both have the same shitty sense of humor, and laugh together at the dumbest stuff. Very supporting and wholesome relationship, with sometimes an hint of sadness.

It is also implied, during the story, that Narancia does have a minor crush on her, but he never actually acknowledges it and, as such, it's never expanded properly.

-Trish

Trish, similar to the boy, also gladly helps her with getting used to her new life in the Bucci family (such as her showing the brunette around the villa). While at first, she's just excited by the idea of having another girl around, their friendship develops in something more significant than that.

The girl with green eyes encourages the other to look after herself a bit more, especially on a physical level, due to her tendency to neglect or completely forget about her appearance. She acts as a sort of big sister figure, sometimes making remarks on Eleonora's little crush on Giorno, and seeing her as a cute little angel who is too pure for her own good.

In reality, however, Trish also admires her in a way, for having the guts to join an Organization such as Passione and managing to get used to the Mafia's...Dynamics. She knows her 'little sister' is not the strongest one physically, but still thinks it's great how she's able to keep up with the others' attitudes during a battle.

They bond quite a lot over their shared love for music, and the older girl pushes her to share her piano abilities with others.

-Bucciarati

As Giorno cannot always help her, Bruno acts as Eleonora's 'comfort person' many times. She deeply admires the man and looks up to him as a role model to follow, this is also pretty obvious by the way she gets flustered when someone says that the two of them have similar ways of acting. They both enjoy caring for other people, are surely less 'lively' than some other members of the squad and love the sea.

Although in a less direct way than Trish and Narancia, he still tries to make her feel at ease in her new home, having a lot of faith and hope in her as she was brought there by the blonde. He firmly believes that all she needs is just someone who believes in her, and he's not wrong.

He appreciates her helping around the house or with every-day tasks when time she gets the chance to, even though he sometimes worries that she's overworking herself.

When Bucciarati notices Eleonora getting stressed or just not being in a good headspace, he'll calmly ask her what the matter is, but understands if she doesn't feel like talking about it, especially since most of her inner conflicts...Can't really be brought up around him.

In this case, he'll look for an alternative way to reassure her, but still reminding her that she doesn't need to hide anything from him nor the rest. Every time she has to lie to him, it feels like a direct punch in her guts.

He gladly teaches her how to cook and, even though, he's a bit embarrassed to admit it, he also shows her how to knit. The girl often comes to him when she accidentally ruins her clothes in a battle.

They enjoy doing community service together, grannies and children love them both.

Father-daughter relationship. If Bruno wasn't so young, you'd genuinely think he was her parent.

-Mista

Not much is there to be said about their relationship. The boy isn't bothered by her presence when he meets her, and just accepts her 'cause Giorno says she's cool. They are basically the complete opposite of each other, only finding common ground in bad jokes and weird ass ideas. This is probably her biggest pro in his book, the way she actually likes and encourages his theories instead of dismissing them like the rest of the team does. They get in some heated debate at lunch over why blood could potentially taste good and give the rest of the squad an headache.

Aside from that, they sometimes hang out with each other, but mostly because it's a group thing and Narancia and Trish are also involved.

They're friend, just not close.

-Abbacchio

Eleonora and Abbacchio don't really get along at first. He doesn't have anything against her personally, just the man being a jerk to the newcomer as usual. He does behave better than how he did with Giorno though, he doesn't want to mess too much with someone the Boss values close to himself.

He will often make provoking remarks regarding her scaredy-cat behavior and her lack of physical strength, but genuinely wonders how a 'weakling' like her managed to convince the blonde to let her join the team.

He does warm up to her after some time, and cannot deny (though he'll never say it out loud) that she reminds him a bit of Bruno with her whole 'worrying excessively about others' thing. The man himself tells her to take a break sometimes, and he definitely finds her less annoying than most of the 'hyperactive brats'.

It might surprise you, but the girl partially opens up to him about her past. Not getting into details, of course, but still mentioning some...Big regrets she carries on her conscience, which are not easy to get rid of. The albino might not be the best at comforting, but he still reassures her that even though she might have made mistakes in the past, her joining Passione remarks an effort to change for the better.

She knew he could understand how she felt better than anyone else, and almost ends up crying in front of him. He doesn't know how to react, but feels better when she tells him that's a positive thing.

He won't admit it, but he also considers her an unofficial daughter, similar to Bucciarati.

-Fugo

Oh...Where do I even begin?

Fugo and Eleonora's relationship is far from an healthy one...Basically through the entire story. While the boy isn't trusting of others at first in general, which could explain his initial coldness and bitterness towards her, the fact that he keeps on maintaining this behavior after months of knowing her, is the proof that there's something behind it.

When he can't justify it on her being new, he claims that he's being suspicious solely because she just acts...Too nicely, to be a mafiosa. He thinks of her as someone who is fake, dishonest and manipulative of others (which ain't completely wrong tho). While this isn't entirely a lie, as he genuinely believes this, it's mostly something he forced himself to be convinced of, because in reality...He's kind of jealous of her.

She's smart, goal-oriented and serious when needed...Traits they share with one another. But he can't help her but seeing her as sweeter, more patient, funnier and actually...Useful on missions, unlike him.

That's not how it actually is though, she is no perfect Saint and struggles a lot both on missions and with interacting with others, but Strawberry boy doesn't have a lot of self esteem, and genuinely thinks that she's everything he could be at his best.

With him having no reluctance to scream, insult, and sometimes almost get physical with her, Eleonora doesn't understand what she did wrong and genuinely doesn't know what to do to make him change his mind about her.

Luckily, with the others' help, the two of them end up being one of the reasons for each other's growth as people and characters, finally starting to get along, at least a bit. (In case you hadn't read it, this is explained in more details in the 'story' section').

Stand power and appearance:

Eleonora's stand is named 'Mood swing', and unlike most of them, the girl uses she/her pronouns for her spirit instead of it/its. She consists of a white creature around as tall as her Master (so 1,60 m), with wavy, kinda messy, long and black hair, a pair of down turned, dark eyes and rosy cheeks. Her fringe is also never properly in place and sometimes gets in front of her eyes. Aside from these, however, she doesn't present any other facial features.

She has a flower crown in her hair made of pink and golden carnations, her user's favourite flowers.

She wears a long, puffy brown dress, that covers up to her entire body. It is adorned with white laces in its lower part and on its sleeves. It also includes a pink/white round neck collar and a piece of cloth, similar to a cape, but that only reaches her back up to around the middle of it, allowing the image of a pink heart surrounded by golden silk to stick out.

In reality, however, the dress is merely to hide the fact that she lacks a body. It doesn't have arms, legs, a neck and so on...It is literally just an head attached to a piece of clothing. If you tried to put your arm inside of her sleeve, you'd find nothing but emptiness.

Due to more of half of her body structure missing, Mood Swing is incapable of attacking, not having the chance to punch or kick like most stands do. This is why she has to rely on her non-physical abilities in order to help in combat, at least indirectly.

Her powers are divided in two categories:

First of all, she can feel the emotions of everyone in a room or any sort of space. She can decide to either choose someone in particular, or just sense the general atmosphere of a place.

This turns out to be important, as Eleonora is, by consequence, useful for tracking down enemies as well as Narancia, when the other's radar cannot be trusted as it spots the breathing of animals as well. Even in a crowded place, if everyone looks relaxed, but she senses unusual tension from one of them, she knows she's found the target.

This also helps with interrogating a potential enemy. She would approach them casually, especially since, from her appearance, you wouldn't really tell she's a mafiosa. As soon as she notices something out of the ordinary, like an unexplainable agitation in the other, she comes to the conclusion that they're a threat, and warns the rest of the team.

Outside of battle, however, she's also seen using this ability in order to make sure that her loved ones aren't hiding any negative feelings from her. This often happens with Giorno, who just cannot pretend to be okay when she's in the room, as she will easily tell that something's off and will use her stand to confirm her doubts, no matter how good the boy might be at masquerading his emotions.

Secondly, she can project what she is feeling into everyone around her or on specific targets. The intensity of the emotion, however, is amplified depending on how close she is to the person she wants to use this power on.

While this is supposed to be her main offensive mean, the ability turns out to be unstable plenty of times, especially due to Eleonora's tendencies of letting her feelings control her instead of her controlling them.

For example, choosing which target to project the emotion on requires precision and mind-clearing, something she highly struggles with. If she, herself, is experiencing an highly sensitive moment, she might be incapable of keeping Mood Swing under control, activating her and influencing everyone in her range, including her allies. This turns out to be a huge problem when she and Fugo are sent on mission together, because due to her growing anxious from the enemies getting closer and closer, she cannot summon her stand, or the blonde would be attacked by her too.

In the most extreme case, the creature could be summoned and act even when her user didn't mean to take her out in the first place.

When Eleonora is able to...Not lose her cool excessively, Mood swing turns out to be vital for completing a task. When the target is close enough, they will pass out, as something too intense such as excessive sadness or anger makes oneself lose consciousness, due to the amount of adrenaline going through the body.

Even when they don't become completely harmless, being under the stand's attack is no easy job to deal with. She can slow one down, make their berating much heavier, their vision less clear, their movements less precise...Almost like lowering an npc's stats in a game.

A simple example: if she feels insecure regarding the outcome of a mission, and an enemy suddenly comes from behind her, they will pretty much experience a panic attack on the spot. Or, as seen when she first uses her stand, her anger from the two boys trying to steal her properties is projected into them, who end up passing out. This does put Eleonora in a situation where she basically always has to feel...Bad, In order to be helpful, but she doesn't mind, not too much anyway.

Once the target is spotted and immobilized, her partner comes in and basically steals the kill.

(End of the story only) After she has matured and grown as a person through her journey, Mood Swing still remains the same in appearance, but unlocks a new power: the ability to use her long sleeves like the ends of a rope, chocking and strangling an enemy to the point of killing them.

This is only a feature of her that we see when the girl's character development, and by consequence the narration, are almost over. As she has gotten stronger, physically and most of all mentally, she's able to overcome one of her biggest struggles and something that highly held her back when faced with danger. The fact that it is not a direct mean of attack, however, proves that despite everything, she still considers violence one of her last resorts.

Stand stats:

Destructive power: None

Speed: None/A. Mood swing automatically interferes when her user feels threatened and immediately activates her power, similar to how Heaven's door turns people into books.

Range: A. The stand makes up for her lack of physical power through having an extremely wide range, up to hundreds of meters.

Stamina: C. While her power could potentially be used endlessly, it is very unlikely that Eleonora will keep on feeling the same emotion for a long period of time.

Precision: E. As explained before, the creature's precision can vary and is highly unreliable.

Development potential: A, but C at the end of the story, after obtaining a third ability. Could she, one day, gain an actual body? Who knows.

Physical appearance:

Eleonora is a girl of average height, around 1,60 metres tall, making her the shortest gang member. She's mostly slim, but is rounder than average on her thighs and ass. Trish often tries to compliment her body, but accidentally makes the other think that she's fat.

She has dark brown hair and eyes, part of her forehead is covered by her fringe, which she insists of 'hiding' because it's 'too big'. Her face is long and she has small lips, but an incredibly pretty smile. She wears round shaped, golden glasses and has a small waist.

Her look, like mentioned before, changes a lot along the story.

When she first meets Giorno, her hair reaches her shoulders, and she's dressed as how you would expect an average teen girl alone at home to look like. A simple T-shirt, a jacket, some oversized trousers...Nothing special. The rest of her wardrobe also doesn't stick out, mostly just consisting of jeans, some elegant pieces of clothing for special occasions and monochrome shirts. It's stated that she doesn't really like dressing in such a basic way, but is afraid of people's reaction if she were to wear something...Less common.

When Giorno comes to know this, he gifts her the outfit she wears basically for half of the journey. It consists of a white, long sleeved chemise, decorated with some buttons at the level of her chest, and paired with a cream and red checkered skirt that almost reaches her knees. She often wears short, white socks and brown boots to accompany the rest.

This is what she's seen wearing when leaving her world, when first meeting the gang, and during some of her hangouts with them.

However, after knowing the rest for quite some time, she decides to give a more 'radical change' to her appearance. She doesn't bother trying to fix or brush her fringe anymore, she moves a part of her hair to the side and dyes it pink, together with the upper pair of her haircut as well.

She starts wearing a pink and white corset, decorated and tightened with a white ribbon almost at the level of her waist, and puffy, sheer transparent sleeves. Along her arms, she wears satin sleeves, that end in transparent sheer too.

She wears a brown belt with an heart in the middle and white shorts that reach her knees. The trousers are adorned by a long, satin pink skirt, coated with laces on top and by the sides, while in the front (I'd say halfway through the shorts) and inside, more sheer.

She's still seen wearing brown boots, but it's a taller pair compared to her previous one.

Similar to Bruno's little hairpins, she also has two heart shaped ones in her hair.

At first, she doesn't personally feels the need to change, and mostly decided to go through with this idea just for the mere desire to 'blend in more' with the gang. She feels too...Generic, this isn't going to help if she really wants to be a part of them...Or at least, that's what she thinks.

She does grow to genuinely appreciate her look, keeping on dressing like that because it makes her feel good.

By the end of the story, Giorno has healed her eyesight, so she no longer needs glasses, and her hair reaches the lower part of her back. She also has two small bandages, one on her nose and one on the side of her cheek.

References for her look:

The pictures were respectively made by:

-@hikikomori-route

-@maladaptivedongdreamer

-@kakyoin-n0rii

Check them out, they're extremely talented artists! ^^

Fun facts, hobbies, likes and dislikes:

Eleonora dislikes being called by her full name, she thinks it's too long and formal, and often feels dense or uncomfortable when a friend of her uses it. She prefers to be called by a nickname, or simply "Ele"

She has a huge sweet tooth, but her biggest weakness is chocolate. She cannot humanely make it through the day without eating a piece of it, it's her fuel.

She loves indie games and RPGs. Her favourites being Undertale, Deltarume, Omori, Ddlc and Radiant Historia.

She likes Vocaloids but is embarrassed to admit it.

Her favourite time of the year is Christmas.

The biggest inspirations behind her design are the Pearls from Steven Universe, while Mood Swing was inspired by Queen Ripple from the Kirby Franchise.

The stand was designed a lot earlier than the character herself, and it was simply a brainstorming of mine while I was unable to fall asleep.

For any ship name regarding her x another character, simply take the first two or three letter of the other, and add 'el' (ex. Gioel, Narel, Fuel, Trel...)

The reason why she started to play the piano, was to learn how to play 'Your reality'.

She loves to bake, but always stains her clothes in some dumb way.

She's a huge picky eater. In particular, she hates ham, salami and most liquid foods (like soup).

She hates geography, latin and Politics.

She's an INFJ 1w9.

She's never had a crush in real life, her only love interest was Giorno.

She's Christian and feels strongly about religion.

She's asexual.

Quotes:

"Look...I-I know that it's not easy to accept, or even just...Acknowledge. But that is not you, you...Your friends, are okay, they're all okay, they're safe and sound...Because of you!"

"Y-You wouldn't just...HEY, GIO-Giorno... Where d-do you think you're going?"

"Nu-uh, you've worked enough today, lay down and I'll handle everything!"

"I have a...OH MY GOD! HAHA, IN GUARDIA, ENEMY STAND USERS, 'CAUSE THE STAND MASTER ELEONORA AND HER AMAAAZING MOOD SWING, ARE ABOUT TO KICK YOUR ASS!"

"I hate doing this, but I have a reputation to maintain, I can't just...Let everyone down like that...Especially myself"

"I either put everything I have into something, or there is no point in doing it in the first place"

"Guys, why don't Christmas and New Year fall on the same day?"

"I won't, I mean...At the end of the day, it was my choice"

"You say you owe me everything...But sometimes, I don't think you understand how that everything, would have never happened if I had been...Alone"

"Living in the moment? That...Sounds wrong"

"I'm okay, I just...It happens sometimes, that's all"

"Mood Swing can tell me that you're sad, but not the reason why. That...Is something I figure out on my own, because I know you"

"Yes I am! I'm a liar, a selfish, manipulative liar! I ran away from the ones who love me, and now...I'm just delaying the moment they will start to hate me too, and it's all my fault"

"Why am I doing this? Because...It's the right thing to do. That's just how it is. When...When I see someone in pain, I can't just stand there and act as it's nothing, I need to interfere, to be...Useful"

"I get it, I just...Burst into your life out of nowhere, and everyone was so quick to accept me, it confused me too. But...I'm no replacement to you, none of them...Of us, would ever leave you behind"

"Wanna see a video of a stick bug dancing?"

"When someone succeeds, and you know you've helped them arrive that far, isn't that just the best feeling in the world?"

"Hug?...Please?"

"Once, I spaced out while my mother was telling me how to use a printer"

"I have this tendency of just...Suppressing the past, you know? It's my way to block out negative things, acting as they have never happened, to the point of forgetting about them entirely...Still working on the last bit though"

Songs I associate with her:

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I think that's all, but if you have any questions regarding her, don't hesitate to ask! ^^

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