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turtletaubwrites · 2 months

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A Good Catch ~ Part 4 ~ End

Shanks got the vote for my 600 Followers Celebration, and now I am wrecked. I love this fictional man so much. Please enjoy the conclusion to this lil story. 🎣💖 Thank you for all of the love and support, y'all are amazing!! 🥰

Pairings: Shanks x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4275

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Summary: Your impromptu vacation is coming to an end, and you try to enjoy it as much as you can. You want Shanks to know how much it's all meant to you.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Flirting, Alcohol, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be safe out there), Vaginal Fingering, Choking, Birth Control, Pet Names, Outdoor Sex, Porn with Feelings, Aftercare, Angst with a Happy Ending

A/N: I apologize for all the angst, but don't worry, it'll all be okay! I hope you enjoy this final chapter! This story was a pleasure to write. 🙏🏼

More dreams of the high seas rocked your sleep. The monstrous waves halted their deadly crash upon you as warm lips kissed along your jaw.

“Just a nightmare, damsel. I’m right here. I’ll save you.”

A choked sob left your throat as hot tears burned in your eyes before they’d even opened.

“Whoa, hey. You’re okay, sweetheart.”

Blinking through the tears, Shanks’ gorgeous face, lined with concern, filled your world.

“Need me to fight your dreams, Y/N? Never done that before, but I’ll find a way.”

He puffed up his chest before he kissed away your tears away, and your laugh lit his face up.

“There’s my fiery girl.”

Melting into a salty kiss, you let your bodies find each other again.

“Come here,” he rasped, guiding you to curl against him, his warmth pressed against your back.

He left kisses along your hair as contentment hummed softly through you.

Not enough.

“Want me again so soon,” he teased as you moved your hips back. He let out a hiss, and then a pleased chuckle when you found what you were looking for, rubbing your ass against the hard length of him.

“So greedy,” he purred, tracing his fingers along your neck and chest, his breath hot against your hair.

“I am.” The breathy confession poured out of you, pulling you free of some of that tension. “I'm greedy. And demanding.”

You reached your hand behind you, stroking that veiny cock up against the meat of your ass until he moaned for you.

“Presumptuous of you to demand anything of an Emperor of the Sea.”

His fingers wrapped gently around your throat, the tightening in your core almost painful as you cried out his name.

“Mm, what does my greedy, demanding little damsel want me to do to her?”

His cock twitched in your hand, letting only whimpers leave your lips.

He lifted his head off the pillow behind you, pressing his cheek against the back of your head to get closer to your ear. It didn’t matter where he was, or if he was even touching you, that voice would always destroy you.

“If you’re gonna be so rude, you’d better use your words.”

“Please…”

“That’s more like it,” he rasped, giving your neck just a hint of pressure. “Please what, pretty girl?”

You could feel slick dripping down your thighs already, and had to bite your lip hard to focus.

“Please, Shanks. I need your cock, need to feel you.”

“Good girl,” he praised, replacing your hand with his as he started to push between your thighs. “Fuck, sweetheart… Already drenched, hm? Lift that leg for me now.”

Your leg wobbled as he teased along your folds, lining up until he pressed the swollen tip of him inside.

“Please, please, please, please–”

Shanks dug his fingers into your hip, his voice heavy with his own need.

“Say my name.”

“Shanks– Oh my– Fuck! Shanks…”

The feel of him shoving himself into you sent your eyes rolling back. The force of his thrusts as he used your hip to slam into you harder tore raw, desperate noises from your throat.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growled behind you, losing some of his force as he released your hip. But he brought his hand to your throat again, squeezing until you choked out his name.

“Mm, you like this, Y/N? I can feel your sweet pussy gripping me so tight. Like when I choke you, baby?”

“Mhm,” you moaned, so close. Then his fingers clenched so fucking tight, and you came on his cock as you fought to say his name.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, kissing your hair as he loosened his hold. “I need to see you baby, can you move for me?”

After he helped you ride out that orgasm, you followed him, still twitching, until he had you where he wanted.

He sat up against the headboard, his eyes pouring over you as you slid onto his thick cock. The pressure of it had you slumping onto his chest, and he stroked your skin before pushing you back to meet his eyes.

“Can you stay with me, sweetheart?”

Your mind blanked at his words, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him pulsing against the walls of your greedy cunt.

“Can you keep your eyes on mine, Y/N? I wanna watch you fall apart for me.”

Of course.

Digging your fingers into his shoulders, your body thrashed as Shanks found the leverage he needed to make you scream. You gave him his name for as long as you could until you lost all words.

“Play with your clit, love. Let me see you.”

Your mouth fell slack with need as you were ruined again.

Shanks’ dark eyes were a mirage, everything golden, everything you needed, and you lost yourself in the feeling of hope. The feeling that it was real.

The feeling that he wouldn’t disappear like mist to leave you alone in a barren world once again.

“Gods, I need you so bad. Let go for me sweetheart. Mm, feels– fuck. Come for me…”

Right now Shanks was real, and you sent his name like a prayer to the heavens as he filled you with pleasure, with meaning, with the heat of his body, with him.

Your body drank him in, and he gifted you with your own name as you milked his cock, dancing with ecstasy until you lost the strength to hold yourself up.

He held you then, that spicy scent like the last bitter glimpse of the mirage. The last moment to pretend you were saved.

“You know, Y/N,” he let out, his own voice still breathy and strained, “I’ve lived a lot of stories, but I’ve never met a soul like yours before.”

You hummed against him, shivering as his cock twitched within you. You didn’t want to let him go.

“You hungry, sweetheart?”

Breakfast on the beach with the hungover symphony of groans and snores made you smile, Shanks grinning at you as he shielded his eyes from the morning sun.

“You know, it’s not polite to make fun of those in pain,” he reprimanded before stuffing a heaping spoonful into his mouth.

“Oh, my deepest apologies. I didn’t realize that the consequences of your own actions were above reproach. The poor drunken fools.”

Shanks snorted, giving you a crooked smile after wiping his gorgeous face.

“Would you like to take a tour of the ship with me today?”

“Do I get to visit the gift shop afterward?”

This earned you a kiss, his eyes devouring you, eating you up after your breakfast bowls were taken away.

The first place he took you was the crows nest, and he truly looked like a pirate now, making his climb look effortless, even missing an arm. You had never seen your island from so high up before, or the expanse of ocean stretching out so far.

“It’s beautiful…”

“I know,” he hummed, kissing your temple as he held you to him. “I’ve been wanting to ask you, Y/N…”

“Hm?”

Shanks’ eyes held that playful edge they usually did, but something seemed a little sharper.

“Your grandma had a lot of stories about pirates. But you seemed so scared when we found you. What made you so afraid of us?”

“You remember there were good pirates and bad pirates in those stories, right,” you asked, sitting on the bench to meet his gaze as he joined you.

“I remember,” he agreed, tilting his head. “But you were truly afraid. Did you think all pirates were bad?”

“Shanks, should I trust every pirate I meet,” you laughed, leaning back against the railing. “Pirates are lawless criminals, right? Are you expecting me to believe that I should feel safe getting pulled onto most pirate ships on these seas? Should I feel safe amongst a ship full of strangers when I can't tell if they're the good ones or the bad ones?”

Shanks didn’t meet your laughter, his lips quirking as he looked down at his sandaled feet.

“No, you’re right,” he affirmed, his voice almost distant. “You were right to feel scared.”

“You made me feel safe,” you comforted, touching his knee to make him meet your eyes. “I’ve never felt safer than I do with you.”

His slow smile was everything to you, and he kissed your knuckles, the warmth of him lighting you up.

“I’ve gotta check on some things today. Come with me? I’ll show you our old girl, the Red Force.”

“Because you’re leaving tomorrow?”

Those words had remained unspoken, but you couldn’t keep them in anymore. His fingers tensed around yours, and you hated yourself for the hint of emotion you’d let into your voice.

“That’s right,” he almost whispered, trailing his thumb along your skin. “I need to make sure my ship is safe to go.”

I’m ruining it, I ruined it.

Grateful that he climbed down first, you took the time to school your face, and swallow the heat of pain in your throat.

Every moment that he stood you in front of some part of his beautiful ship, telling you about what he loved the most, you wished he would just keep his fingers on your skin.

More of the crew was on the ship today than you’d seen before, greeting you both as they reported to their captain.

Every now and then, as you passed by a little alcove, a hidden corner, Shanks would pull you aside.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Say my name for me, sweetheart,”

“Kiss me, please. Kiss me now.”

Time meant nothing, as you let yourself be with him. Laugh with him, joke with him, enjoy each moment.

“And here’s–”

“Your fishing equipment,” you asked without needing to, the smell giving it away.

“Mhm, what do you think?”

Ooh, you had thoughts.

“How the fuck are you alive,” you questioned, holding a decaying pole aloft. “How can you survive on the seas like this? Do you even catch any fish? What the fuck is this net?”

Shanks laughed at your outrage, and you rounded on him with genuine horror.

“We get by,” he choked out, laughter still caught in his throat.

“I’m genuinely impressed,” you said flatly, crossing your arms at him. “For someone that grew up on the ocean, I assumed you knew something about fishing. It’s a miracle you haven’t starved to death already.”

“I think I’ve encountered a few miracles in my time,” he grinned, tugging you toward him.

“Stop doing that,” you breathed, pulling away before you panicked, grabbing his hand in both of yours.

“Are you o–”

“Sorry,” you rushed out, “I’m just pissed that a world renowned pirate ship has such a pathetic excuse for fishing equipment.”

Shanks paused, his eyes raking over you before he kissed your forehead, pulling you along.

“Come on, fisherwoman. Let’s get back to our vacation.”

An early dinner brought more clear eyed crew members to join you at the dingy table.

“Did your grandma leave you with any keepsakes,” Benn asked, his curiosity pulling you in, “Any strange weapons, or trinkets, or anything?”

“Um, no,” you answered, looking up as you tried to think of anything. “Just old fishing poles, and a bunch of stories I never believed.”

“A few more of those stories sounded real, you know,” he almost whispered, leaning back as Shanks leaned in.

“What do you mean?”

Benn gave a quick nod, standing to leave as Shanks let his voice tease over your ear, bringing shivers to your skin.

“It means we’re sure your grandma was a pirate. Or at least she knew one well enough to take all their stories.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why,” he breathed against your cheek, leaving a press of lips that was barely a kiss.

“It doesn’t matter if a fisherwoman’s stories are true. It just matters that they make the time pass by faster, make the boredom of waiting less harsh. We just need something to make life bearable until we get to the next bite.”

Why do I keep doing this? I don’t want to waste my last day with him with my shitty mood. Fucking stop!

Shanks said nothing, as if he could read the ungrateful thoughts in your mind. He stood, snagging a blanket off a hammock as he led you to the sand. He led away from the camp, until the voices, and the light of the fire were gone, and he gestured for you to help him lay the blanket out.

He plopped onto his back with a low grunt, bringing a soft laugh to your lips.

“Are you gonna–”

He didn’t have to convince you. You tossed yourself back, a groan interrupting his words as you fell beside him.

Your hand found his, and the waning moon filled your life as you let its light take over.

“You really are incredible, Y/N.”

The silence of nonbelief filled your space, but you shook it away, giving him everything you could, everything you hoped he would understand.

“You saved me, Shanks.”

“Oh, so you finally admit it?”

You tore your hand from his to smack his chest, grumbling at how much his giggles made you need to kiss him.

“No, stupid! I mean…”

Words. How could you put everything into words? Everything he’d done, and the gratitude you wanted him to take with him?

“I had forgotten how to live, Shanks. Forgotten how to enjoy the life around me. You helped me remember. I’ll never forget it.”

Tears filled your throat, and there was nothing you could do to stop them. No force in this world could hold back the weight of emotion that you felt for this ridiculous pirate.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, curling yourself against him. “I’m just going to miss you.”

Shanks said nothing for a long moment. Just held you, held his cheek against your hair while you tried to calm your breathing.

“I live a dangerous life, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

“I know, Shanks, it’s okay. I knew you’d have to leave,” you breathed, slow tears dripping down to his chest as you pulled him even closer. “I just wanted you to know… I wanted you to know how much these past few days have meant to me.”

You followed as he sat up, brushing your tears away. He held your jaw, tilting your face to study you.

The way Shanks looked at you always felt like a gift, and tonight it felt like treasure. You rested your hands on his face, and sent gratitude to the moon for lighting up these magical nights.

“I feel the same, Y/N.”

You couldn’t tell which would feel worse, which would make it harder. The thought that it didn’t mean much to him, and that he'd be able to sail away from you, just the same as he would from any other island.

Or the thought that he would miss you, that you would both spend nights under full moons, remembering the touch of each other’s skin, remembering everything.

How could you let him go? How could you ever move on if you knew he was out there somewhere with your name etched in his mind?

His lips met yours, and this kiss felt like the end. It felt like the world was ending, and all you could do was hang on to each other, keep that connection until you would be flung apart.

This little world you had created together, this moonlit beach filled with laughter and lust. It was coming to an end, so you tore every moment of joy you could from it, like a band playing music as the ship sinks.

“Y/N…”

“Shanks.”

Clothes were left in a pile on the sand. His clothes. His loose clothes that you’d never feel on your skin again.

He kept bringing you back, out of the painful thoughts. He always knew how to save you.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he rasped, trailing his lips along your neck. “You have made me so happy.”

Every touch was precious, and your eyes never parted for long.

Shanks moaned your name as his fingers reached your thighs, your body’s need for him staining the blanket beneath you.

You nodded as his eyes grew dark, and those rough, perfect fingers pressed gentle circles around your clit before entering you. You fell back onto the blanket, and that heat, the pressure in your core was so close.

Just being with Shanks gave your body so much pleasure that it took no time at all before your back was arching, and you looked up at his glowing face while he brought you.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, tracing those wet fingers along your skin, marking you with that pleasure.

“Shanks, please–”

“I’m here. I’m right here, Y/N.”

Gentle kisses covered your neck and face until his lips found yours. He kissed you now as if you had all the time in the world. His lips and tongue took their time, exploring you, bringing soft, needy noises from you both.

Finally, he rolled that heat of him onto you, his cock sliding through your wet folds. He moved his hips, getting so close as he kept his eyes on you, his arm holding him up above you.

“Help me, sweetheart.”

His husky voice made your eyes roll back before you reached down to guide him to your entrance. He hissed when you wrapped your fingers around him, and wasted no time in stretching you, molding your body to his shape.

That red hair hung loose, falling around his face as he rocked into you. Your hands clung to him, let him be your anchor.

“Look at you,” he said with a breathy smile, “my fiery damsel. You are so good for me, so perfect for me.”

“You feel so good, Shanks, you fill me–”

“I’ll fill you up, beautiful. I need to feel you again.”

He nodded down at you, eyes going frantic as he snapped his hips up.

“I need you baby, need to feel you…”

He growled as your fingers found your clit, thrusting into you as hard as he could on the blanket covered sand.

“Look at me, just like that, so good for me.”

“Shanks, I’m coming…”

Strained, primal noises left your throats, tearing through the air.

You could feel the throbbing veins of his cock as thick ropes of come filled you, painting you, claiming you.

He managed to breathe first, and you knew he was showering you with sweet words, sweet praise. You weren’t in words yet, you were just in the heat of his body, your racing heartbeats mixing together, that delicious scent of him.

You could have stayed on that blanket forever, but soon you were laughing, helping each other don sandy clothes until you found the shower again. Washing and worshiping each other before sharing more stories as you lounged on those red sheets.

It was a perfect night, and though you fought against sleep to make it last, you woke to more warm kisses, and a mind filled with stormy seas.

“Good morning, damsel,” he teased with that crooked smile.

Shanks held your hand on deck as your shitty village came into view. In your other hand, you played with that little stone in your pocket.

Something to remember him by.

This gorgeous ship docked, and you watched the crew bring your tiny useless boat down. Your stinky gear was piled within, and you laughed to yourself at the sight of the single oar.

Keep it together.

“Goodbye,” you managed to say without your lip quivering, looking up at him before heading down.

“Wait, I…”

Your breath hitched, his hand tensing around yours.

“I’m walking you home.”

He led you along, and your mind felt foggy, not quite there. Nothing felt real, and you weren’t sure if it was helping you or not.

The crew called for you as you passed, waving and yelling their goodbyes. You caught Benn staring at Shanks, shaking his head. Yassop gave you a wink, and the sounds of everyone’s cheers followed you down the dock onto the dirt trail home.

“This is it,” you announced at the door to your rickety little house, the first words either of you had spoken since stepping off the ship.

The air was thick around you. His eyes were a little wide as he stared at you, and your jaw was clenching as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

Your mind went in a vicious circle of wanting to beg him to stay, and wanting to beg him to leave already because it hurt too much.

“I’m, uh,” he cleared his throat before touching your cheek. “I’m gonna miss you, Y/N.”

The answering words choked out of your throat, high and shaky, and his smiling face fell. Those pretty eyes looked pained, his brows pulling together as he reached for you.

As he kissed you.

Another perfect kiss. Until you pulled away.

“Goodbye, Shanks.”

You wanted to shove him away as he nodded, chewing on his lip for too long.

“Goodbye, damsel.”

His soft voice almost broke you as he turned away. You couldn’t watch.

The fishy stink of your house filled your nose as you fell inside, still holding in your sobs so he wouldn’t hear your heart breaking as he walked away. There was nothing but tears, and the rocking movement of your body as you held yourself, your still bare feet shaking as you sat on the old wooden floor.

You had never felt more alone. There was no one you could even tell the story to. The story would disappear, just like he did.

Remembering the stone in your pocket, you held it in your palm until the wracking sobs began.

I wish you were here, grandma.

Grandma.

Your body moved on its own. Out the squeaky back door. Running up the dirt trail, to the little hill above the house, until you fell onto the grass, clutching that little stone in your palm. You touched your forehead to the heavy stone with your grandma’s untrustworthy name carved upon it.

“I finally lived a story, grandma.”

It spilled out from you, as if you were sitting on that boat with her, waiting for a bite. You didn’t even have to lie. It was a good story.

“I’ll never forget him,” you whispered, breath finally even, with the pressure of tears still there. But maybe… Maybe you would be okay.

“Y/N!!”

What the fuck?

“Y/N!”

That voice. His voice. You didn’t want to torture yourself. It was just your mind trying to deal with the pain.

“Damsel! Don’t hide from me, please!”

“Shanks?”

You had to clear your throat to yell his name, but you were still frozen to the spot.

“Fuck, Y/N. Where are you?”

His voice moved closer as you climbed to your feet, your legs wobbly from sitting on the ground for so long.

Waving for him, your lips parted as you watched him run up the trail. His hair was damp with sweat, and his breathing was ragged as he stood before you.

“Wha–”

“We need a fisherwoman,” he practically shouted at you.

Not a sound left your lips as you tried to figure out if you were hallucinating or not.

The hallucination reached out to hold your hand, squeezing as he caught his breath.

“You saw our stuff, we’re terrible! We need someone to fix up our gear, and help us fish in all sorts of wild waters.”

Your brows creased as you tried to focus, a headache starting to form from all the whiplash and crying.

Shanks dipped his head toward you, bouncing on his knees slightly as he continued.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna be a pirate. You can still travel with us until we find an island you like. Somewhere you can be happy.”

Your mind was still stuck, just trying to understand the words he was saying.

He touched your cheek gently, those pretty eyes searching yours.

“I don’t…” he started, his voice rough, like he couldn’t get it out.

“I don’t wanna leave here without you.”

The chains around you broke loose, a wave of relief, and joy, and excitement rolling over you. You lunged at him, falling into a laughter-filled kiss.

“Are you sure,” you questioned, mind still fragile, afraid to lose it all again.

“I’m sure, I promise,” he breathed between those sweet kisses.

Pulling back from him, you looked into that face that you’d never forget. The joyful surprise in those eyes, the slow, crooked curving of those lips. A truly happy smile. Your new favorite.

“You know,” you teased, poking his chest, “you sounded pretty distressed there. Almost like you were the one in need of some rescuing.”

Shanks’ smile turned mischievous as he caught your hand, starting to pull you away from your old life.

“Damsel, I’m gonna be your captain now,” he threatened, the purr in his voice sending shivers over your skin. “We’re gonna have to work on your manners.”

“Good luck with that,” you said with a laugh as you followed him to the trail.

“Wait,” you cried out, pulling your hand away.

“Why? Is everything okay,” he asked, worry filling his eyes again.

“I’ve just got one more thing I need to do.”

Kissing his cheek, you ran back toward the grass.

“Hey, grandma,” you whispered as you left that little stone on her grave, winking at Shanks as he beamed at you.

“You were right. It was a good catch.”

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mingiswow · 1 year

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Lion Heart | Yeosang

Pairing: Prisioner!Yeosang x afab!servant!reader

Genre: Dystopian!Ateez, smut

Word Count: +5.1k (oopsie?)

Content Warning: mentions of poverty, mentions of alcohol and food, brief mentions of canibalism (the poor people pick up the pieces of the dead to have something to eat), mention of animal and human deaths, matriarchy (is that really a warning?), English is not my first language, if I forgot anything lmk

Smut warning: just pure filth omg, reader has a vagina and boobs, oral (reader recieciving), piv, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, kinda rough sex?, reader has their hands tied, dirty talking, Yeosang call reader servant and baby several times, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid, stds exist), cumshot, slightly cum eating and sharing (I said it was filthy)

a/n: another part of the Halazia series that you guys voted for me to keep writing (with the amazing 88,8% answering yes). Since the first time I saw the mv Yeosang reminded me of a gladiator so I had to make this scenario mixing the idea of gladiators and dystopia. It was really fun to make and I hope you guys enjoy it ^^

The loud cheers from the crowd announced that another one of the prisoners was killed. You winced at the thought of the man’s body torn apart, pieces scattered around the arena for the lion to eat. You always hated those battles, never understanding the need for that. How the world, which was in constant expansion, evolution, and technology evolving to the point of having automatic cars and smart houses, turned into this mess that could only be compared to the ancient times.

The part of the Earth in which you lived was responsible for the meat, the fields that once were full of life were now dry and full of malnourished animals that only the richest could afford to buy, the other people would have to pick up the pieces of the prisoners to eat, not caring that once that was another human being, the hunger bigger than that.

“Yn, can you please bring another cup of mead?” The daughter of the state chief, and your mistress, asked while not taking her eyes off the arena in front of her. You nodded and headed to the small makeshift kitchen to grab her drink.

Not everyone had the luck you had, most people from where you came would be down in the crowd or probably dead like your parents. But destiny was good to you and put you on the same path and the same time and day that your mistress was, saving her from being killed by some of the government objectors. The chief and her husband were so thankful that they gave you a job as her servant and promised to take care of your family when you have one. You were both kids when that happened, so you grew up by her side, accompanying her in every step, even allowing you to study with her.

It was during one of your study sessions that you learned that in ancient times they used to have something similar to what you had now, panem et circenses, a way of distracting the population from the real problems, keeping them entertained with the battles. It worked back then and it worked now.

You gave the young woman her drink before going back inside the tent where the chief’s family stood to see the fights. “You really don’t like these, do you?” Her father, a middle-aged short man with a mustache and brows that resembled fluffy caterpillars, asked coming from the other end of the tent, the one where it led to the tunnel that connected the arena to the fort you lived.

“Violence is not my forte” you replied, handing him a jug of mead. “Never really understood how people could enjoy seeing others being torn apart like rag dolls”

“Me neither, but they seem to enjoy it,” you nodded. “Why don’t you go home?”

“Oh no, sir, I must wait for mistress and the chief, it’s my duty”

“Oh don’t worry dear, I can take c-“

“YN! DAD! COME SEE THIS!” You stood by the girl’s side and looked over the arena. “He’s winning the lion”. Down on the sandy ground, you could see a man fighting against the lion, he outsmarted the feline, making it hit its head on the concrete wall several times. You could see the animal was dizzy and probably not seeing its target properly. The fighter grabbed one of the chains that were attached to his body - to make it heavier and harder to run or fight - and threw it at the lion, hitting his sides, the action making the animal roar and try to grab the man, that used the movement as his advantage and jumped on top of the lion’s back and swung another chain around the neck and squeezed tightly. The animal tried to fight but he ended up lying dead on the ground.

Your mistress raised from her seat and clapped excitedly, joining the screams of the crowd, that cheered the man’s deed. “Bring the man to have dinner with us tonight” the chief said, leaving her chair and going back to the fort, her men following suit, as well as her husband.

“Don’t you think he was amazing, yn? Killing that lion so cleverly” the girl asked while going back to the fort. “How old do you think he is? He didn’t seem old. Probably my age? Do you think he’d sleep with me?” you chuckled at her words, she was always finding new men to sleep with, her mom’s bodyguard not being enough anymore. “What about you, yn? I’ve never seen you interested in anyone” she looked at you, genuinely curious. You’ve been together forever now, she considered you her best friend, and so could you consider the same.

“I don’t have time for that, miss Solbin, I have to take care of you” you said, her eyes rolling at your excuses. “Besides, it’s not like I haven’t had my adventures but no one ever caught my attention in that department” you confessed. The chief’s men weren’t your cup of tea, nor you were theirs, which was good to keep your relationship completely professional. And besides them, you barely interacted with anyone else, the ones you did were merely one-night stands.

“So you are open to a relationship?”

“I didn’t say that” she giggled excitedly, as if she was planning something. And knowing Solbin she was.

After safely arriving at the fort and being greeted by the guards, you ran to prepare the woman’s bath for the dinner, grabbing the warm sun water and putting it in the tub, filling it enough for her body to be under the bubbles. Sometimes - most of the times - you thought of how unfair it was for the richest to have warm water, bubble baths, soft pillows, warm clothes, and delicious food, all while more than 90% of the world barely had enough food to survive. All of their riches came from the exploitation of these people. And you, being their employee, enjoyed at least part of it.

The giggles of the woman shook your thoughts away before leaving the bathroom so she could take her bath alone. When you entered the room she was already missing some pieces of clothing, one of the new guards looking like a lovesick cartoon from the doorframe. “Oh, yn, didn’t see you there” she grabbed the man, pulling him inside.

“I’m leaving now, miss Solbin. The bath is ready, if you need anything else let me know” you said trying to ignore the fact that the man was almost eating her neck.

“Before I forget, mommy asked you to take some clothes to the prisoner and lead him to the service bathroom” you nodded before leaving, her excited giggles getting trapped behind the giant wooden door.

You walked past the corridor until you arrived at the central hall, where the chief’s husband was helping the employees to arrange everything for the dinner.

“It’s an important day, no fighter has won the lion for the past twenty years” as if he was reading your mind, the man told you. “Hyebin wants everything perfect” you nodded. “Dear, take those clothes to the man, please. And take him to the service bathroom, it must be empty by now” you nodded again and dismissed yourself, going to the cells under the fort.

Those cells haven’t been used for centuries, since it was too dangerous to keep the prisoners in the same place as the chief. The fort was an old castle built centuries ago, you always joked that it was when dragons used to exist of how old it was. But it was still some of the most protected and secure places to keep someone like the chief herself and her family. You walked past the only guard that was looking after the prisoner, that, now, wasn’t a prisoner anymore since he won the battle. So why keep him down here?

As you got closer to his cell, you heard some of the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard, the voice singing it soft, velvety, deep. The lyrics were about this world that once existed, where animals walked free and people were happy, with no worries in their minds, only spending time with their loved ones while baking delicious food. The closer you got, the clearer you could hear how beautiful the voice was and how it felt like you were laying in a soft bed with hundred of soft blankets wrapping around your body.

“Are you enjoying the show?” you snapped out of the trance when you realized you were already in front of his cell, staring at him while you listened to his beautiful voice. He smirked at you and you felt weak on the knees. You have never seen such a beautiful man in front of you. He had a built physique, not like the guards, but his arms were strong and his shoulders wide, giving him this almost superior look. Even all dirty in mud, sand and dry blood he still looked like the most beautiful creature you’ve laid your eyes on. “Are you the chief’s servant?” he asked, leaving the bed and coming closer to you and you noticed how tall he was.

“Yes, I mean, I’m her daughter’s servant” you bit your tongue at how stupid you sounded stuttering to him. “I’m here to take you to take a bath and get ready for the dinner.”

“Are you going to help me bathe?” the mischievous grin he held as he walked closer to you was your end, making you wet for no reason. You felt so stupid, he said a couple of words and had a smirk and you were already wet.

“No, sir, I am going to show you the bathroom” you gave him the neatly folded clothes you held. “Here are the clothes the chief gave you to wear” he grabbed the pile, hand caressing yours in the process, smirk still on his lips. “If you’re ready, please follow me” you turned around and started to walk outside the dungeon, him following suit.

You could feel your back burning from his stare and unconsciously you started to sway your hips more, as if you were trying to allure him to do something to you. You felt pathetic really, wanting this unknown man to fuck you senseless until you had nothing in your brain besides that beautiful voice of his. And you couldn’t help but wonder how his moans sounded, making you bite your lower lip at the thought.

“What's your name, sweetie?” if it was anyone else, you’d cringe at the nickname, but it sounded so good coming from his lips.

“Yn” you answered, finally arriving at the bathroom and opening the door for you two to enter.

“Mine��s Yeosang if you’re interested” he walked past you, leaving the pile of clothes in a dry corner near where the bath was already prepared for him.

“I’ll leave you be, mister Yeosang, the guards will be waiting outside for you to get ready. Don’t get too long with the bath, the dinner is almost ready and you wouldn’t want to leave Ms. Hyebin and her family waiting” you closed the door behind you and let out a deep sigh.

“He’s that hot?” Yohan, one of the guards, asked you with a playful smile on his lips.

“Fuck off and do your job” you left the place to go back to the hall, your head spinning in millions different directions. How could someone be this hot and alluring? What was his trick?

You kept your way to Solbin’s room, hoping she had sent the guard she was fucking back to his job, you didn’t want to see anyone having sex. Not in the bothered state you were.

For your enjoyment, the man was already gone and the woman was almost ready for the dinner, her beautiful delicate face adorned with a pink blush that gave her even more of a youthful look than she already had. You two had almost the same age, you being two years older than her, yet, you looked more aged than her, probably from work and sun damage. “Oh, you’re there, yn. I thought you wouldn’t come back” she smiled at you through the mirror. “Aren’t you going to bathe? The dinner is almost ready and I bet the man is almost done with his hygiene as well” you nodded.

“I was just making sure you were on time, miss Solbin” you answered, helping her to put one of her hair pieces. “I was worried you’d be late again” she giggled.

“Oh you know… these men never take too long” she lifted herself from the chair and went to the full-body mirror, admiring her outfit. “Now go, yn. You don’t want to leave mother waiting”

“Yes, miss” you left her room and went to yours, which was next door. You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, face wet in sweat, hair disheveled and clothes dirty.

You took your clothes off and threw the dirty pile in a corner, you’d deal with them later, and decide on a quick shower, not wanting to take too long. The cold water hit your warm skin, making the body hair bristle and the pores shiver. You started to hum the same song Yeosang was singing earlier and your mind wandered back to him, to his voice, his smirk, his voice. You kept imagining how he’d look under the bubbly water, his body in all its glory. How his muscles must be hard and defined, his legs just as strong as his arms. Maybe his little friend was as pretty as him. Without even thinking your hand went south, touching your body through the way down before finding its way in between your legs, playing with the folds of your vulva, the tip of your index and middle finger starting to slowly circle your clit. You threw your head back, mouth agape but no sound left, you got used to being quiet so no one would listen to you. You kept your assault on your clit, going faster with each passing second until you reached your orgasm. When you came back to your senses and you realized what you did, you felt dirty, almost disgusting, for masturbating to a man you didn’t even know.

You quickly came out of the shower, putting on the only clothes you had for occasions like that. You looked yourself over in the mirror, the dress pants hugging your hips and thighs just right, enhancing every curve you had, the matching vest and beige button up shirt looked gorgeous on you, you had to admit that. Even though it was the only outfit you had, it still made you feel pretty confident in your body. You put on your black boots and went to the hall where Solbin and Yeosang were already there, happily talking. The guards and maids watched their interaction in their spot.

You greeted the fellow staff and got to your position behind Solbin, a few steps back. The woman didn’t even realize you arrived, completely lost in her flirting game with the man in front of her, the two whispering things to each other and talking I. Each others’ ears. In the corner of your eye, you could see the guard she had previously fucked throwing daggers with his eyes at Yeosang. She only acknowledged your presence when the man in front of her smirked looking at you. She turned around and smiled at you.

“Yn, come sit with us at the table” she motioned her hand for you to join them but you refused.

“It’s okay, miss Solbin, I’ll stay with the staff”

“Oh come on, yn~” she extended your name, pouting at you. “I thought we were best friends” you chuckled at her, always trying to get you with her cuteness.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not part of the staff, I’m still your servant” she rolled her eyes and when she was about to debate, her mother and father appeared.

“Solbin is right, yn, you may be staff but you are almost part of the family” the woman spoke as she walked across the wooden floor, her steps echoing every time the heels met the floor. “Sit with us, I insist” she motioned to the chair next to Yeosang and you bowed, accepting the offer.

You awkwardly sat by his side, still a little uncomfortable. Not only with the fact that you were having privileges over the other employees, which you always hated but also because you could feel your face heating with the thought that you just masturbated thinking about the man on your side.

The maids brought over the tray carts filled with food and put the plates in front of you. You knew they had made Ms. Hyebin’s favorite, roast lamb with mint sauce. You noticed how Yeosang’s eyes shined looking at the food and wondered how much he starved.

Everyone waited for the chief to take the first bite before starting to eat as well.

“So, Yeosang, right? How did you become a prisoner?” The woman asked, eyes never leaving the man.

“I lost my job as a fisherman and couldn’t buy my sister’s medicine anymore, so when she died I got angry and drunk more than I should have and ended up breaking the pharmacy” he simply said, almost as if didn’t affect him, but you could see his left leg bouncing under the table and instinctively you put your hand on top of it to hold it down.

“What did she have?”

"Leukemia. The medicine didn’t cure but it retarded the effects” she nodded to him once again.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that. I wish we could do more for the population but as you know, the main government doesn’t allow us to do anything without prior approval” it was Yeosang's turn to nod. “I assume I am really privileged to come from the family I came from and have the opportunities I had but not even 10% of the population worldwide have this chance” she sighed looking at her plate, defeated for being part of this system.

“So… you were a fisherman?” It was her husband’s turn to talk, trying to lift up the mood and change subjects. Which worked.

The dinner was nice, even the other staff joined after a while. Hyebin, a bit drunk and overwhelmed with her own feelings, invited them to be part of the celebration as well. It was past 2 am when the chief and her husband decided to go to bed, mostly him making her go due to her wasted state. You were the next one to excuse yourself, not wanting to cock-block Yeosang and Solbin, that seemed to get along pretty well.

You arrived at your room, taking the clothes off and folding them neatly, and storing them away before putting on your nightgown and going to bed. You were almost asleep when you heard a knock on your door. Groaning a little from being interrupted, you left your bed and opened the door, a smirking Yeosang behind it. “Hi, sweetie” his voice a little bit lower and hoarse from the alcohol.

“Can I help you?” You asked, a bit self conscious with the transparency of your camisole.

“Yes, you can” he pushed himself inside your room and closed the door behind him. “You see, there’s this servant that I can’t stop thinking about, the way their hands were warm holding my leg still under the table” he started to take steps towards you, and you took steps back until the back of your knees hit your bed, making you fall sitting on it. He stopped in front of you and got on his knees. And you couldn’t deny that that was one of the hottest images you’ve seen. “The way the curve of their breasts kept getting my eye and all I thought was that I wanted to put my face between them while fucking them in front of everyone” you gulped at his words. The man grabbed one of your hands and put on top of his pants, you could feel his member hard under the fabric. “Can you help me with my problem?” You looked over his dark eyes and nodded, breath getting stuck in your throat when he pulled you closer to him by your waist and attacked your lips.

And dear god you don’t even remember the last time you kissed someone so good. His lips were rough on you, moving with hunger, kissing you like your lives depended on it. His hands were everywhere, all over your body, giving special attention to your thighs that were right in front of him. You never felt so turned on by something, by someone, you didn’t know if it was his body, his voice, his smile, how his throat would do low rumbles every time he’d lower his kisses to your throat and collarbones. He stopped his ministrations so he could take off your nightgown, revealing your uncovered breasts and the thin material of your underwear, which he could see that it had a damp spot on it. His lips were instantly on one of your breasts, sucking the hardened nipple and soft flesh, all while his hand played with the other, pinching the soft bud in between his fingers, earning a soft moan coming from your mouth.

“Yeosang…” you mewled under his ministrations, aching more. “Please, I need more” he chuckled at your neediness but deep inside he was just like you. So his lips left your tit, to go down to your core, hands expertly taking your underwear off, the fabric sticking to your wetness. Yeosang didn’t waisted his time, mouth going straight to your cunt, licking a stripe from bottom to top so he could taste you.

“God, you taste so good, yn” he kept licking your slit, gathering all the taste he could, growls leaving from his throat. You were merciless, really, mind already empty, not a single thought just the way he was eating you out, making your hole pulse against nothing.

His mouth attacked your clit, sucking the bud and making you moan louder than you expected. The long period without having sex made you more sensitive to anything he’d do to your body. You kept moaning as he kept sucking on your clit, your right hand holding his locks and keeping him close to your pussy, not that he planned on leaving soon. His assault on your engorged bud now getting rougher, the tip of his tongue dancing against it, going in circles.

When you were getting closer to your orgasm, he stopped what he was doing, edging you and making you squirm on top of the bed, whining and pleading him for your release. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he chuckled at you before getting on his feet and grabbing your camisole. “I want you to be a good servant for me, okay?” you nodded, eyes watery from having your orgasm taken away. He manhandled your body with ease on top of the bed, making you lay right in the middle, head on your pillows. He grabbed both your hands and put them on top of your head, using your camisole to tie your wrists against the metal frame of the bed. “Are you gonna be a good servant for me and let me use you?” you nodded, almost cumming from the way he looked at you, from how merciless you were once again, you could be in danger, he could do anything he wanted to you, yet the situation only excited you more. “I want words, baby”

“Yes, use me, Yeosang. Please” you squirmed your hips, knots on your wrist tightening as you pulled them.

“So good for me, baby” he licked your lips. “I gonna use you and make both of us feel good, ‘k?” you nodded again, yesses leaving your mouth like a vice.

Before you could even register, he took off all of his clothes, discarding them on the floor, his dick finally free from the pants and your mouth watered at the sight, the tip already leaking pre cum and angry red, his shaft completely hard, tilting slightly upwards. He smirked at your reaction, getting between your legs again, but still not giving what you wanted, he inserted two fingers inside you, a loud and elongated moan leaving your lips at the sudden yet delicious intrusion. Yeosang didn’t give you time to adjust to his fingers or anything and started to pump his digits inside and out of you, disappearing completely inside of you before coming out and repeating the process at an excruciating speed yet so delicious. He added his thumb on your clit, now both of his hands working fast on you, orgasm approaching each second it passed and he could feel by the way your walls started to grip his fingers.

With a few more circles on your clit you came undone for the first time, exploding into his hands, lewd sounds coming from down under where your wetness increased even more. The man didn’t stop his ministrations, using your orgasm to enter a third finger easily, now his mouth going down to suck and lick your clit once in a while, overstimulation making your legs shake.

“Go on, give me another one” he said, face millimeters away from your pussy, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive nub. He increased speed on your hole even more, your walls eating his three fingers as his thumb rubbed circles again on your clit. Before you could even register what was happening, vision going black and mind going blank you came again, your juices squirting all over him as you moaned so loud from the feeling. “Gosh you’re so hot, yn. I didn’t know you could do that” he licked your folds, cleaning a bit of the mess before licking his fingers and whipping the salty liquid from his face.

“Neither… Neither did I” you confessed, it was indeed your first time coming like that, and if you weren’t so fucked out already, you’d be proud of yourself. You locked your legs around his legs, moaning as a way to say you wanted his cock. He chuckled at your state, already completely gone.

“Are you sure you can take my dick, babe? Don’t you wanna rest a little?” you denied with your head.

“Fuck me, please, I need it so bad” you pleaded, hips squirming.

“Just because you were such a good little servant for me and let me use you” you nodded and hissed at the feeling of the tip of his dick touching your abused hole. “God, you’re such a slut, huh? Can’t be one second without being stuffed” you nodded desperately, begging him to fill you up, not a care in the world, not a single thought on your head besides Yeosang fucking you.

Before he entered you, he untied your wrists, letting your weak wobbly arms free to touch him. Finally. And then with a sharp and precise thrust, he entered you, filling you up to the brim, the tip of his long dick touching just the right spot. “Fuck, babe, your walls hug me so well. So warm” he started to move, taking almost all of his member out before slamming back in, a guttural moan leaving your lips each time, his speed increasing with each movement. Your arms finally regained some strength and you circled around his neck, pushing your chests together, your lips going to the junction of his neck and shoulder, leaving bites on the sun-kissed skin, and earning growls and moans from him as well.

You could feel his high approaching because his movements started to become more erratic, the pace slowing. “Cum for me Yeosang, I can feel you getting close. Don’t you?” he moaned at your sweet fucked out voice in his ear. You pressed your fingernails on his back, the pain making him even closer.

“I want you to cum first” he managed to say. His right hand sneaking between your bodies and started to draw circles on your clit.

You didn’t know who was more fucked out, you or him, but either way, he managed to make you cum around him once again, body leaving his and going limp against the bed, eyes closed and arms spread out as he kept riding your orgasm before he reached his, taking his member off of you and cumming all over your belly and chest, some of his load falling right on top of your nipple and he couldn’t hold himself, licking his own cum out of your still hardened nub, his salty taste being welcomed in his tongue.

You pulled his face and kissed him, his cum falling to your mouth as you hummed at the feeling and taste. The filthy act almost feeling like a bonding moment between you two.

You let your drowsiness get the best of you and fell asleep, all sweaty and covered and cum.

When you woke up, already the next morning, the sun rays leaking through a few holes in the curtain and birds chirping happily outside, you were already cleaned up, camisole back on your body, and no sight of Yeosang whatsoever. You moved, body still aching from the night before, a smile growing on your lips as flashes from the sex started to replay in your brain.

Just as you were about to take a shower you found a piece of paper with messy handwriting and a tiny doodle in the corner.

“Sorry I couldn’t stay the night with you, baby, I had to go back to get my freedom. If you want to repeat the dose you can find me at the hostel next to the sea. I’ll be waiting. Ps.: I took a little souvenir from you with me. I hope you don’t mind ;) Yeosang”

You just then realized you were not wearing any underwear. That little pervert. Still, you smiled stupidly, thinking about looking for him as soon as your body recovered.

“I can see the night was enjoyable” you looked over the door, a smirking Solbin leaned against the frame, arms crossed on top of his chest as if she was scolding you.

“Was I too loud?” you asked and she just entered the room, closing the door behind her and sitting by your side on the bed.

“These rooms are soundproof, darling, you're safe. We actually saw him leave this noon” she smiled and held your hands. “Now tell me everything. I want to know” she giggled like an excited little girl getting a new toy.

“It was mindblowingly great” she squealed and you smiled, starting to tell her about your night.

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The Smell of Smoke

F!Reader x OC

Part 9~

His Info: 🐺🍒

Part 1 — Part 8, Part 9 Epilogue.

(parts 1 - 8 is a different ML)

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F! Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, married reader, reader has ptsd, therapy, werewolf, size kink/difference, reader in a dress, bloody meat eating(not by reader), comfort for all the past hurt, protected sex, sweet tbh, lovey dovey, p in v, fingering, squirting,

It’s been a few years… Well five to be exact.

You still haven’t been able to have sex in a while, but your partner doesn’t push you.

In fact he doesn’t even ask.

He just wants you to be happy and he knows when you’re ready you’ll come to him.

He’s comfortable with you, and you’re comfortable with him.

You both live in a cozy little stone cottage with a fireplace in the middle of a spruce forest. It’s perfect, everything you needed after everything you went through.

You also, thankfully, have internet, and are able to attend weekly meetings with a therapist, and monthly meetings with a psychiatrist.

Ever since what happened you’ve hardly been the same person, but you’ve been filling your hollowed shell back up slowly with things you can enjoy, and Ace helps you every step of the way.

And After his brother died he didn’t chase you down, he was just there for you, and you were there for him.

It happened as naturally as the rivers rush to ocean. As caterpillars morph into butterflies.

And you’ve always trusted him, even when it was all going down.

He doesn’t even mind in the slightest that you spend your nights reading smut about abusive partners to cope with what you delt with. Even though it worried him at first, he thought that you might try and go seek it out. He knows now it’s just a safe mechanism to help your brain feel less traumatized by what happened in the past.

Your life is peaceful.

Today’s your marriage’s anniversary!

Ace is walking you through the woods, a picnic basket on one arm, and you on the other. The trees smell so amazing…

He even offered to carry you, but you just giggled back at him, and walked ahead until you realized he’s leading the way and had to return to his side.

His muscles are even bigger now, he chops firewood for you both all year long to stock up so he doesn’t have to as much in the winter. And in the winter he has a weight lifting set in your shed with a space heater.

He takes his morning runs, and his monthly transition is one of the easiest things you’ve had to “deal” with, as he calls it. He turns into a big humanoid puppy, it’s too good to be true, and you wouldn’t believe it yourself if your didn’t get to cuddle a massive and super warm, super fluffy werewolf every month.

You don’t need the fireplace or even blankets on those nights, his massive body keeps you toasty.

“We’re almost there,” He sighs happily, his big warm hand covering yours to were your fingers look just so tiny it’s almost funny to you.

“I can’t wait! I um… Have a surprise for you too, hah,” You laugh trying not to sound nervous.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Y/nick/N! I just love you!”

“Well i did anyway!” You stick your tongue out at him defiantly.

“Hah! well okay then, I’m not about to turn down anything from you!” His beaming smile is contagious and you breathe in the fresh, nature scented air.

He leads you to a gorgeous clearing not too far from your home with a lake and a waterfall… He put up fairy lights, and it looks like the cleaning is sparkling! It’s beautiful, like actual little fairies dancing between the branches all around.

“Woah!” You pull away from him to run ahead, and do a spin. Your dress flows out as you do.

The grass is so soft here, and the setting sun kisses your skin through the branches.

You deserve this life.

This nice, peaceful, perfect life.

With a partner that actually loves and cares for you.

Speaking of, You turn back to see him gazing in utter awe at you. His head tilted to one side like an innocent puppy with his ears perked up waiting for a treat.

And you have one for him… After food of course.

“Come, let’s eat! I made your favorites,” He learned your favorite foods and learned how to make them for you, all those bad days of panic attacks and flashbacks made better with a yummy treat. Sure it didn’t fix them, but he cares and that’s what helped the most. His actions show nothing but care and love and patience with you.

Your meal is amazing, he’s cooked it to perfection. His is an extra rare steak and some grilled asparagus. You always know what he’s gonna pick to eat too, something bloody with a side of homegrown dark greens.

He built you a green house and raised flower beds, so most of your food you get to grow yourself, he hunts for the rest.

You’re both relaxing with content bellies when you look from the stars to him, and down to your hand in his.

“Ace, I want you…” you tell him in earnest.

“A-are you sur— No, right! Of course you are… Please tell me the second you’re uncomfortable, I won’t be upset!” he stammers a little, while messing with his fluffy pink mop.

In your purse you brought lube and a condom, and you show him with a hot face.

His smile is dorky and cute, if his tail was out it’d be wagging, he can’t help his excitement, and his aura’s vibrations in the air seep into your body.

You smile your own cute dorky smile back up at him.

He gently takes your hand and leads you down into the grass, laying you on your back. The ground hugs you, and feels just like a comfy cushion all around. The weeds tickle your arms and legs adding to your overall giddiness.

he puts the condom in between his lips while he takes off his shirt over top of you.

He keeps looking at you with big round pink puppy dog eyes, making sure you’re still alright.

His rough hands that are oh so soft against your skin, travel from your calves to your thighs, around your sides up to your collar bones and down your arms. He’s worshiping every inch of you.

You join him and start to feel up his muscles, his rock hard chest, to his washboard abs, back up to his shoulders and down his huge arms and into his hands.

“C-can we hold hands…” You ask looking away bashfully.

a tear forms in the corner of his eye, “You’re so precious, Y/N” he blinks it away with an honest and heartfelt laugh. “I have to… Put this on first” His dorky smile comes right back and you let go, your hands in little nervous fists up on either side of your chest. “Hey it’s okay, I’m here, You’re okay,” He coos, and gently finds your hands again.

“May i?” He asks, and you nod your head. His hand glides over your skin again, pulling your dress up over your waist, and exposing your lower half. He pulls down your panties and lets out a shaky sigh, admiring your body.

His lust is palpable, and you’re feeling the heat too. You have been for a while, you just still felt so scared. Everytime you’d think about it and you’d be unable to breathe or function for days. Not to mention the night terrors that had you waking up punching Ace, not knowing it was him and not Ezra.

But it’s been long enough and you want to be fully free and happy, without the past weighing you down anymore. You were finally getting better.

Healing.

He presses a couple fingers to your slit, “I-is this still okay?”

“Y-yes!” You quietly gasp your response, not fully expecting his touch that time. His hands are so hot, and so, so big, and calloused. You feel every bump, as he starts to slowly spread your lips, and get your slick before coming up to your clit for a quick spin. He remembers the lube and puts some on his fingers, “I’m, gonna open you up.” He tells you both.

Even though he’s a little awkward, his directness is turning you on more, and soon he makes contact to your skin with the cool jelly. Goosebumps raise over your flesh and he squeezes your hand with his own. His other presses into you, at first you yelp but hold his hand there so he can’t pull away.

Seeing you holding his arm, he pushes his fingers deeper in. your back arches with them and you squeeze his other hand, bringing it closer to you, you kiss his thumb in a loving gesture.

He could seriously cry right now. But he has to do this for you. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, than to make up for everything he let his brother get away with, with you. He doesn’t think he ever could, he knows he can’t. He isn’t delusional.

He curls them inside you, and finds a spot that makes you mewl and stays there, massaging it with his thumb and two fingers in a big soft circular motion.

You’re sighing it feels so nice, like an actual massage, as if this isn’t even sexual he makes you feel pure.

“I think… I’m ready,” You gasp, and hold his forearm now with both hands trying to pull him away and the second you tug he follows your lead.

“I love you,” He kisses your head, and lines himself up with you, he makes sure he’s holding your hand in one of his, he puts it up over your head against the grass. so he can hover over you. eyes level with your own.

“I love you—Tooo,” you let out a high pitched sigh as he pops his spongey tip into you and rolls a little. “Haaah ahhh” Again he massages that one spot this time with his hot cock, and it’s driving you mad! you can’t help but want to be fucked now. “Please A-Ace! F-fuck me!”

Your words almost awaken his beast but he has to keep that locked away. Not right now, maybe in the future, but not right now. He starts a slow pace, but it still isn’t enough for you.

“Ha-harder! please! Or faster! o-or both!”

He listens and jostles your whole body with one hard thrust all the way in, kissing your cervix. He looks you all over to make sure you’re okay but you’re in ecstasy, brows knitted, lip bitten, moaning… Waiting for more.

He gives it to you, pounding into you with a controlled vigor, he’s used to having to control himself, so this comes naturally to him, even without much experience.

He changes his pacing frequently to keep his own excitement down while yours rises.

Quicker and quicker!

and then a slow pound into you as deep as he can. Speeding back up and only pushing in about halfway, hitting that spot and so frequently~ “Ah~” If you’re not a squirter you are right now.

You’ve never had an earth shattering, universe opening, orgasm like this one before. Holding the hand of someone who really truly loves you. You come so hard for him.

“I’m so, so proud of you! You did so good! You’re— Youre amaz-ing!!” He comes so sweetly as he coos to you.

When he pulls out he takes your lips with his own. Then pounds into you until your both coming undone again and shaking, your legs are twitching so bad by the end that you can barley stand.

He carries you home that night a satisfied and happy man.

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triplesilverstar · 5 months

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In which Vash gets his dessert

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, fluff and humor, domestic fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Sharing a Bed, Flirting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, My First Smut, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Penis In Vagina Sex, Riding, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Bad Humor, Bad Puns, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Not Beta Read, Head rubs

Word count: Roughly 2.5K

A/N: Chapter two of Sometimes you need to recharge, so… this was my first smut written. Ever. With that knowledge I scuttle away back to my hidey hole.

You bite harder into your lower lip, trying your best to keep the moan from reverberating around the room. Fists gripping the sheets with enough force you’re surprised they haven’t ripped. The gleam of moonlight illuminating both you and your lover.

It isn’t often Vash gets like this, wanting control and teasing you all day and night until you’re both behind closed doors, knowing you can’t, won’t do anything in public. Usually you lead when it comes to the physical side of your relationship and it’s only a round or two before it’s time to clean up and cuddle. Tonight however as soon as the door of the room was closed he was on you, hands pressed to your face and tilting your chin for a rough kiss, biting into your lower lip and tongue pressing wide sweeps to sooth the bruised swollen tissue.

When he pulls away your breath strutters out of your chest, legs like jelly barely able to keep yourself upright, not that he’d allow you to fall. Jackets are shed, thrown over the chair pulled out from the table, as you’re undoing the laces of your boots your hands are batted out of the way, not moving quickly enough for him. The first boot is thrown over his shoulder and he’s crouched down in front of you and you can’t follow its flight, one of his hands pressing into the flesh of your thigh grip tight throwing the leg up over his shoulder.

His head is level with your crotch, happy to press his face into the meat of your thigh there, you can feel yourself growing damp from his actions and the heat radiating off of him. The other boot is gone, and his hands are sliding up your legs heat trailing their path, hastening to get to your belt, undoing the clasp and a whimper rips from your throat. The brief press of warm fingers to your skin has you in a daze. He’s watching your face, shifting his shoulder so your leg slides off while he’s hauling your pants to the floor. He doesn’t let you step out of them, instead fingers digging into your ass and standing. A startled yelp leaving you as your hands scramble for purchase against him, feet hooking around his waist heart beating like a drum.

Pressed against him like his, hot breath fanning against your neck you shiver, underwear damp and you feel him straining against his pants, jerking ever so slightly to try and feel more of him. “Does my baby want me to make her feel good?” His voice is husky and you feel yourself clenching.

“Yes, wanna feel so good.” Trying to roll your hips forward to gain some friction and relief against the building tension inside you.

“I’ll give you what you want” he’s pressing open mouth kisses along your neck now and you wished you’d hauled your shirt off already “so long as you're a good girl tonight.”

“I’ll be good” moaning as he’s starting to trail up your neck and nosing against your ear, the grip on your ass suddenly tightens to stop you from continuing the rolling motion of your hips.

“Then be good. Because tonight, you’re going to take what I give you, nothing else.” A nip is placed against your earlobe, a promise and a warning all wrapped up in one drawing a hiss from you “no fighting me for control, you just lay there and let me do all the work.”

You nod swallowing, damn you want this and him so badly, your shy reserve stampede so rarely takes control and it’s leaving you breathless and he’s barely touched you. “Use your words baby.”

“I won't fight, I won’t take control. But what if I want to touch you?” A rumble leaves his chest and you feel yourself readying to take those words back if it means getting things moving.

“As long as you follow the other rules, you can touch me” at this point your certain your underwear is soaked, sure he can smell your desperation for him.

“Ok. Tonight you’re the boss, Sunshine.” A low growl leaves him and he’s chasing after your mouth, wasting no time nipping and licking your bottom lip, opening your mouth to him right away as his tongue delves in pressing against your own. A groan leaving you both, you can feel him moving while you kiss long and desperate.

Your ass hits the bed as he breaks from the kiss, disentangling your limbs from around him so he can stand above you, he’s panting eyes blown wide and still in his turtleneck and painfully tight looking pants. Your hand twitches reaching out for him and you stop, does this count towards what he gives you a low whine leaving you, distressed at not knowing what to do. The sound seems to break him from his thoughts, reaching to pull his shirt off and kneeling on the bed towards you. He’s grabbing the edge of your shirt and pulling it over your head while shuffling you so you're centered in the bed and a pillow under your head.

Leaning over you he starts mouthing along your neck working his way down your body, paying attention to the areas he knows that make you gasp. “Make sure to be a good girl now” he’s reached your stomach, hands on your hips and hooking the band of your underwear to drag them down and away.

Finally between your legs he’s taking a deep breath which is making you squirm embarrassment coloring your face. Both of his hands are gripping you, pressing into your thighs and the sensation from the different temperature is not helping. The flesh one burning against you and heating your own, the metal of the other cooling and providing relief. At least he doesn’t make you wait long, tongue making long languid licks against you causing your toes to curl gasp leaving you.

He wastes little time, alternating his movements from long and languid to short and quick, tip tracing patterns against the skin before pressing against you flat tongued. The coil in your stomach is starting to tighten and you can feel the wetness pouring from you hands reaching out to grasp the sheets under you. A keening noise signals your close to that first plateau, a part of you fully expecting Vash to pull back to drag it out, but that has never been in his nature. Two cool fingers and pushed inside of you scissoring the inner muscles and a harsh suck to your clit has you cuming hard, back arching.

Vash is lapping away at you as you come down from your high, breathing deep trying to settle your racing heart beat. Pulling back and dragging his fingers from you leaning back so he’s sitting on his heels, you watch as he makes a show of licking his fingers clean eyes hooded and watching your reactions.

You shudder and watch a grin cross his face as he crawls slowly towards you hands beside your head, leaning down over you, you open your mouth anticipating what he wants “Good girl” he whispers breath mingling. Closing the distance and you taste yourself on his tongue, eyes rolling back at his fervor. Pulling back from you he’s smirking, hands trailing down his chest for his belt, knowing he has your full attention.

“Can’t wait to make you feel good baby, you’ll feel so good wrapped around me so tight.” The click of his buckle coming undone seems unnaturally loud and your hyper fixated on his hands, slow movements follow as he takes his time with the rest of the fasteners holding his pants in place. You swallow hard when he pushes the fabric down his hips just enough for his cock to spring free, licking your lips waiting for him.

Pre cum is dripping from him already as he positions himself against you, spreading the wetness between your folds and pressing in. A groan echoing around the room “So tight baby, and wet. All just for me.” Fully seated he takes a moment to allow his weight to settle, chest pressed against yours and you can feel the breakneck beating of his heart. Slow strokes as he pulls all the way out before slowly sliding back in and you’re reaching up to press your hands along his back. A few more thrusts and he pauses again, just the head inside you when he starts picking up speed jackhammering into you. At this pace it won’t be long until you’re coming undone beneath him again, nails gripping his shoulder blades.

He’s kissing you again, sloppy with his focus elsewhere on your body when your second orgasm hits you like a train wreck, calling out his names while he keeps going prolonging your pleasure. When you go boneless he slows just long enough to let you catch your breath, “I’m going to make you cum so many times, all you can think of tonight is my name.”

Now hours later, he’s still pistoning inside of you like his life depends on it. You’ve long lost count of the orgasms you’ve both had, but you know you’re going to be too sore to even consider leaving the bed when daybreak comes. If he’s finished by daybreak.

His hands are gripping your hips with enough force to leave bruises, gaze intense on where the two of you are joined. You watch as his chest heaves covered in sweat. A bead leaves a trail along the side of his face before dripping off to land on your own heated skin. You feel your walls tighten, the sensation in tandem with his rapid thrusts has you hovering on the edge. Panting you release the sheets from your grip to reach out for him.

Blue eyes meet your own, his attention shifting from your grip on his forearms. “Close?” Words are too hard at this point so you nod. “Me too.” His gaze goes back and you feel him shift, hips angling to hit a new spot. You let out a high pitched moan and tighten around him further.

His breath is unsteady now, closer to his own peak. Almost as if he knows he’s going to hit that high before you, his hand moves to your front and forces you over the edge. As you go boneless, you hear him hiss your name and warmth floods your insides.

He stays like that, while you both catch your breaths. Once he’s recovered he adjusts your hips so he can lean forward, pressing a kiss to the hollow of your throat. His eyes are shining, and there’s a depth to them that makes you think whatever had gripped him at your return to the room has broken its hold. Some instinct inside him that drives him to such mad couplings and that his endurance from whatever it is might break you, some plant thing neither of you have talked about. Your hands reach to card through his sweat soaked locks, assuming the rules of the night are done and this won’t be thought of as trying to take control. His lips press gentle kisses along your collarbone, before his tongue licks up your throat.

“That, is so gross” still breathless you swat him, his chest shakes attempting to hold in his chuckles. His pupils are blown wide still on his post orgasm high.

“Hmm, salty” you try to glare at him before a chortle of laughter leaves your lips. “How are you feeling, Mayfly?” his tone has softened, an air of concern. He always worries, worries he’s gone too far, too hard when he gets like this.

“Tired” you tilt his head to make sure he sees your soft smile “Not sure I have another round like that one in me.” While your body is still thrumming, you feel the exhaustion down to your bones. He’s still inside you, firm, so you know he hasn’t reached his limit yet.

He’s humming, hands slidings up and down your sides, you love the feel of it, body craving his touch away from your tender parts, the difference in texture and sensation between locations. The prosthetic always feels cool to the touch, smooth as it glides. The flesh one heated and rough from the callouses in the palm, catch on your rough spots. While your hands are still playing with his hair, his chin is resting on your chest watching your face.

“I was thinking long and slow for the last one.”

“My last one or yours?” Teasing, and a blush rises across his face at your words.

“Well, I was thinking both” he presses his lips to your collarbone again “Try a bit of edging.” His breath fans across your heated skin while you close your eyes.

“You’re terrible at edging, Sunshine.” Every time he’s tried it and as verbal as try to be with him, he still misses his ques and throws you both over.

“That’s why I need the practice.” Can’t argue with that logic.

“Can you reach my canteen? Or yours? I’m gonna need more water if that’s your plan for this finale.” You watch as he pushes himself up using his elbows, the way the muscles of his stomach tense causing a heat to pool inside you. A pout graces his features, and you follow the line of his gaze.

Of course both of them are sitting on the table, beside your haphazard piles of clothes. Grunting he finally pulls himself out of you, a moan caught in your throat at the emptiness, the gush of mixed fluids leaking out of you. You watch as he walks over and grabs both, the light coming in from the curtains painting him pale and making him look ethereal. Moments like this you wish you could verbalize just how much he means to you, and not just because of his body.

Every scar seems highlighted, light glinting off the metal embedded in his skin, a stark contrast to the figure he cuts when clothed, how battered his body is. Yet for every part of him that he’s come to view as defective you love, love because knowing him and the reasons for those scars. That he can keep believing in people, in them changing for the better after everything he’s been through.

Him throwing you your canteen breaks you out of your pondering, a flush of crimson across his cheeks from your staring. “Oh Sunshine. After the things you’ve done to me tonight, and you’re shy now. Who’d have thought a little over a year ago you were still a blushing virgin after that performance.” You take a drink and smirk at him over the top while he sips from his own on his way back to the bed.

“That’s not fair and you know it. Plus, you look different when we're not in the middle of..” he lets the sentence trail off full face flush now, you giggle at his shyness. Both of you cap your canteens, and he places them both within his reach on the floor before rejoining you. Leaning on your forearms you press upwards to meet him for a kiss before he positions himself to glide back inside your tight heat, a moan escaping both your throats.

Dawn does come before he finishes, but you don’t complain when you both fall asleep a tangle of limbs and sheets.

Back to Masterlist for the series

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vasiktomis · 1 year

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The Seeds Eating You Out - AFAB!Reader (18+)

Tags/Warnings: Humiliation, angst, illiteracy, yelling.

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Joseph

Joseph doesn’t beat around the proverbial bush. He wants to make sure you’re satisfied.

He takes an ultra long time worshiping your body.

Lots of kisses.

After a while the spit in his beard goes cold and it feels like a gross stamp.

Also, you realise that despite all the worship, he never actually looks at your face.

When he finally settles between your legs and you’re looking down at the top of his head, you realise how aggressive the male pattern baldness really is.

A strangled sound escapes him the moment he lowers his face to your cunt.

You look down again. He’s crying. Choked sobs, shoulders wracking against your thighs.

“I’m sorry.” He blubbers, drooling saliva and snot all over your vulva. “My wife had a vagina, too, you see.”

Deep in the ocean of his balls, the sperm that will one day become the fetus that will one day become Ethan Seed is strangling its siblings to death. It will lead the New Eden.

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Faith

Faith is one to keep her nails clipped, god bless.

She just hasn’t washed her hands since the 3rd grade.

There’s almost as much grime on her fingers as there is her terminally bare feet, which are leaving patches of wet grit and sand and the odd blade of grass on your sheets as she crawls toward you on the mattress.

“Welcome to the bliss.” She smiles, holding eye contact until she’s lowered herself enough that you can only see the whites of her eyes.

A muddy hand grips your thigh, and it distracts you from a long lick through your folds, and the expectant look that goes unanswered.

Bravely, she continues on. First in an ‘A’ sequence, then ‘B’.

She’s tracing the alphabet into your clit, and what’s worse, you can hear her humming along so as not to forget her place.

When she gets to ‘F’, she stops and cranes her head to meet your gaze again.

“F for Faith.” She whispers, expressionless.

“That’s right. Very good.” You nod, hesitant.

You wish to leave this place.

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John

For the past minute, John has been rubbing your shit like a scratch 'n' win lottery card. Sweat gathers on his forehead.

When this started, he was brimming with charisma. Now, 60 seconds in, he looks like he’s about to kill you.

“You like that?” He pants yet again, near sanding off your clitoris with the sheer elbow grease he’s putting into it. “You gonna squirt? You gonna come? Come already. Just —why won’t you come?” John punctuates his accusation by straight up punching the mattress.

For a moment, he looks like he might burst into tears. Into the layers of cotton and padding, he screams himself hoarse before going deathly quiet.

It’s a matter of seconds before he composes himself.

He’s a pro, after all.

A bead of sweat (or perhaps a tear) that had been wobbling at the end of his nose smears into your folds as he lowers his mouth to your entrance — and all but shoves his tongue inside with a faux-appreciative hum that makes it obvious he really thinks he’s doing a good job right now.

Just as soon as the ill-informed venture begins, he’s pulling out and away from you, settling on his knees with what is either a grin or a grimace.

Hastily, he fumbles with his belt.

Apparently it’s his turn now.

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Jacob

Jacob traces a grimy finger around your clit, ignoring the hitch in your breath.

“See, if you had some more meat on this, there’d be more for me to work with.” He grumbles. “No balls, either. Not only am I going hungry, but thirsty, too. How do you expect to feed a platoon like this?”

“Sir, it’s a pussy, SIR!” You bark back at him, doing your damnedest not to flush red while his eyebrows raise.

His expression turns thoughtful, then. “So this is what a pussy looks like. And the hole?”

“Supposed to be there, SIR.”

“Ew, yuggy.”

“Sir, it is yuggy, sir!”

Jacob shifts back, then. He turns to look over his shoulder at the sliver of arm peeking out from behind a corner.

“Peaches, you see this shit?” He hollers. “Is this common?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Comes the trembling response.

Jacob hums at that, returning to scrutinising your cunt.

“So this is what the liberal agenda is pushing.” He scoffs. “This is the America I fought for.”

#this is serious fyi #far cry 5 #fc5 #joseph seed #faith seed #john seed #jacob seed #mdni #nsft #thanks for the inspo zak

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 1 year

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Hello sex witch! Long time listener, first time caller, love how you do the teaching you do 😄

I was having a chat with my (college age) sibling, and I found she might have some... skewed views on the morality of being sexual. Think along the lines of purity culture, with a sprinkling of religious teaching, and a dash of how legality/morality must be intertwined. I know that sort of thing can lead to some unhealthy thinking, and honestly, I'm a little worried!

This is just background for context, I'm not asking you to solve or even unpack all that lol. But I really vibe with your stance on sex-neutrality, and it seems like a good concept to introduce her too. Like, a lil'nudge.

My personal sex-neutality mindset was gained over years of life experience and internet osmosis, which is really difficult to condense into a "quick-start guide," given I've never really had to educate on it before. I mean, I'll start with the definition, but she would probably prefer having sources other than just me talking for hours lol.

So. TL;DR. As an educator, do you happen to have any resources you could point me towards on sex-neuteality? Books, websites, podcasts, previous posts..? Things I could pass along?

Thank you so much sorry for the length

hey anon,

this is a tricky one because, as you said, sex neutrality is something that comes about from a lifetime of nurturing influences. adopting a totally new mindset is rarely something that can be adopted by one book or video essay, no matter how good they are. this is especially true in the face of religious influence, which can be very difficult to tactfully circumvent without making someone feel as if they're being criticized for being religious at all.

just having a figure in their life (that's you!) who's willing to start and engage with non-judgmental discussions about sexuality can be really helpful for people unlearning sexual stigma, so congrats to you for doing the hardest work just by being present!

having said that, you can't do everything and a recommended media list never hurts. there isn't a lot of work (that I'm familiar with, at least) that just sit you right down and say "hey. here's why sex neutrality good," so I'm going to drop work where that's sort of a powerful background radiation.

Emily Nagoski's book Come As Your Are is a pretty great guide for cis women learning to get comfortable with their bodies and sexualities and, more importantly, the possibilities of communication to find a relationship and sexual style that works for them! I really like the way Nagoski normalizes such a wide range of different needs and desires while assuring readers that there's no "wrong" approach; it's very comforting! if your sister is a podcast person, Nagoski also has an eight part podcast series of the same name where she debunks myths and answers more questions about sexuality.

actually hi as long as we're talking about podcasts Kate Lister, a historian who specializes in historical records of sex work, has a terribly fun podcast called Betwixt the Sheets that's nothing but sex friendly fun. it's got enough interesting historical meat to it that it's not even obvious sex neutral propaganda on the surface; some of my favorite episodes have Lister interviewing other academics about Queen Victoria's dietary habits and Hollywood portrayals of vodun.

if we want to talk about the 101 of getting comfortable with one's own genitalia and reproductive health, I must point to Dr. Jennifer Gunter's Vagina Bible. Dr. Gunter has made a whole career out of debunking medical misinformation, wellness scams, and Goop over on twitter. I think she should be allowed to attack Gwyneth Paltrow with a sword but I can't make that happen so I can at least promote her book.

if your sister starts feeling adventurous, Dr. Lindsey Doe's youtube channel Sexplanations has been a formative influence on me and has years worth of videos covering tons of topics in quick, unabashedly enthusiastic bursts of information. this video where Dr. Doe talks about her own instances of internalized sex negativity could be an excellent starting point, especially if you want to discuss it together like a lil youtube bookclub.

for a longer youtube dive, Khadija Mbowe's ruminations on sex positive feminism, its shortcomings, and which parts they see as worth preserving could also be a great point of conversation, especially for someone whose coming into the conversation not identifying with sex positivity. caveat that they do link to Christine Emba's book Rethinking Sex in the video description and I cannot in good conscience recommend or fuck with that at all, sorry.

Angela Chen's book Ace, about asexuality, is genuinely so so wonderful, and I think required reading for anyone trying to make sense of any kind of sexuality.

Meg-John Barker's book Rewriting the Rules is a maybe a more expansive version of Nagoski's book, less focused on sex and much more interested in expanding ideas of what relationships can look like and encouraging personal expression within them. honestly I think that's a really important part of embracing sex negativity - more compassion and less judgment for yourself can lead to more compassion and less judgment for others, right? right, hopefully.

Jaclyn Friedman's book Unscrewed is a delight, and does something similar to Mbowe's video linked above by highlighting ways in which commercialized #girlboss "sex positivty" is useless and then providing instances of real people doing actual, tangibly useful and positive work. Friedman highlights everything from queer youth shelters to orgs run by and for trans sex workers of color to reproductive justice organizations; it's a great dip into a lot of different radical causes without (hopefully) being too overwhelming.

I hope this serves as a good starting place for a lot of positive conversations with your sibling! good luck, friend xoxo

#sex edventures 2023

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Dave Chapelle wrote the best trans joke I've ever heard. I say this as a trans author. He says for a trans woman (which I am,) no matter how much I augment my genitalia, it will never be a real vagina, even though it might look and feel just like the real thing. Then he says "Impossible pussy!" and slaps his knees. The camera cuts to a woman in the front row visibly upset and crying.

It's the perfect joke, its long, detailed, has cliff hangers, an edgy set up, and a really creative punch line that delivers social commentary both on trans vaginas and fake meat. It's masterful.

Chapelle says his one trans fan likes his jokes, so it's okay.

He says all oppression is not the same. He says he had to chew out a white women for letting her oppression take precedent over his as a black man in America.

The Black Panthers created the rainbow coalition specifically to guard against these divide and conquer tactics. The rainbow coalition spread to many countries, many races, creeds, religions, and genders. They aremed themselves because they knew the fight would be real, and dangerous. Black power, the Black Panther movement was about global unity and a drastic change in global power structures. Through COINTEL PRO and other efforts, the US Government played a large part in the assassination of leaders, downfall, and ultimate evisceration of the Black Panther Party which are now known as the Crips and Bloods.

They say you stop maturing the year you get famous. Chapelle I'm assuming stopped in his 20s because he seems, as a black person, to have missed the core message of BLM which is that our struggles are united and that if we don't shout BLACK TRANS LIVES MATTER from the rooftops and FREE PALESTINE during religious services, we are complicit in the racist system that Chappelle himself spent an entire hour on Inside the Actors Studio complaining about.

Black trans women are murdered at a higher rate than almost any part of the US population. Trans and queer people all across the globe are systematically murdered. Being trans and queer is illegal and punishable by death or prison in many countries. Women, white and non-white, are often preyed upon and trafficked for sex globally as well.

BLM is a critical part of global history as it allows us to unentangle the deep roots of the prison industrial complex as well as things like redlining, and white capitalism so that we can start the very, very long and arduous process of in some way equalizing the playing field for a group of people that had horrific things done to them for centuries at the hands of powerful leaders.

It is built into BLM that liberation for black people is liberation for all. Not that it comes at the cost of everyone's freedom. It is a revitalization of the Black Panther Party.

Dave did 3 specials about trans people. James Acaster says "Edgy comedians, no one tells them what they can and can't say. They walk on stage, do 10 solid minutes, slagging off transgender people. Straight out the gate, making fun of transgender people. If people get upset about it, they say "Bad luck! That's my job! I'm a stand up comedian! I like to challenge people! If you don't like being challenged! Don't come to my shows! What's the matter guys? Too challenging for ya?!" He rants and repeats that for a little while. And then he says "Oh yeah, you know who's been long overdue a challenge? The trans community. They've had their guard down for too long if you ask me. They'll be checking their privileged on the way home now thanks to you, you brave little cis boy. I used to say the name of that comedian and it made things really awkward. 2019, people still happy to laugh at trans people, not as comfortable laughing at, I've learned, Ricky Gervais."

Dave Chappelle, found his one trans fan (not even friend), and wasn't given, but TOOK our equivalent of the n-word pass from her.

N-word passes are not real. It's a joke you play on dumb white people. Basically you give a white kid "the pass" to see if they're dumb enough to say the n-word in front of other black people. Then you get to sit back and laugh as the entire room goes ballistic on them. "OH MY GOD REBECCA WALKED INTO CHEMISTRY AND SAID WHATS UP MY N****S TO THE WHOLE CLASS!"

One random person does not speak for the whole planet.

I have also heard many well crafted racist black, asian, and latino jokes. I do not tell them. Not because they're not funny. But because they are based off of stereotypes that don't actually represent the vastly diverse group of people in those communities. They also are usually an oppressive person's opinion of someone who is opressed. It is the literal definition of bullying.

Retelling prejudiced jokes actively causes harm to those people. It supports the propaganda surrounding those communities that let police justify extrajudicial murder, and it keeps the people thinking that when a cop shoots a black man for going for his wallet, it was because he was scary, not because the cop was racist.

That's why I don't tell racist jokes, even if they are "really good."

Also, stand up comedy can literally be about ANYTHING. Pete Davidson did a whole bit about deciding whether to fuck his mom. It wasn't funny. But here's the thing, it could have been.

He could have said "Well... I already stuck my head through it."

For every one lifetime trans fan Dave keeps, he loses thousands. We are shouting at you from the rooftops that you are harmful to our community and you are furthering racism, because you are assigning hierarchy to oppression and deciding who is and isn't allowed to be oppressed. Rich, white men are at the top of that power structure.

I laughed out loud when I heard that joke. And then I slowly realized that I couldn't ethically stomach watching Chapelle any more. I didn't even know I was trans then, but just as a human being I couldn't do it. People that lean into hate I just don't let into my circle anymore. Yes even masters of their craft.

#dave chappelle #196 #trans rights #trans man #trans woman #trans pride

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erose-this-name · 28 days

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Eka sa Kirra

This is Eka sa Kirra, she is a completely average female for her species.

She’s a Rherra, a warlike carnivorous species of human with greatly reduced sexual dimorphism. Basically "cowboy samurai yaoi orcs". They aren’t inherently evil, though.

Non-Rherric people confuse Eka for a male all the time, because... Y'know. They don't get pheromones I guess. She thinks it's really weird how much 'softskins' obsess over gender roles and pronouns in normal conversation. From her cultural perspective, your sex only amounts to having a ponis or vag (the only meaningful difference between male and female Rherra) and they don't really have a concept of cultural gender. So she doesn't really understand other species like Sapiens that do have genders.

Tig Skulzen (another character of mine) really likes Eka for this, as Eka doesn't treat her any differently than she does anyone else. Eka taught Tig that being a skinbearer or a fighter doesn't need to be bound up in gender roles or societal expectations. Because as far as Eka is concerned, Tig talking or acting femininely is just Tig being a Sapien, and Sapiens do a lot of weird things (like eating plants). Eka just doesn't question it.

Eka sa Kirra is an adventurer. Basically, it's where young Rherra go out into the world to hunt monsters and work as mercenaries. Because having battlescars and tales of heroic deeds is the Rherric equivalent of driving a lambo and making six figures in terms of getting bitches. Masculine bitches.

Eka had a masculine bitch, but then she lost him. She's currently on a self-destructive redemption quest because of that. She tends to bottle up her emotions very unhealthily, since her culture is a toxic masculinity feedback loops with nothing to balance it out.

Fun Fact: Melanistic scar tissue (scars turning black) is a common trait in some American Rherric ethnic groups. People without that trait in those cultures often tattoo their scars black since it's considered so attractive. Eka is very proud of most of her scars.

Fun Fact: Eka only 'prefers' she/her pronouns because she has a vagina and thinks that's what that means. She doesn't understand the concept of 'gender' or 'identity'. If she did, she'd probably prefer he/him. She rarely corrects people on it, since she thinks it's silly anyways.

Fun Fact: I mostly just draw female Rherra as "man" from the waist up and "woman" from the waist down then give them mouths full of sharp teeth. I used to imagined them with fur and digitigrade legs, but eh. Didn't wanna draw it. Some Rherra ethnicities have very thick body hair though.

Fun Fact: Female Rherra are actually slightly bigger and stronger than the males on average, much of which comes from longer legs and metabolism. They only grow breasts while lactating which then shrink back down after. You know, like literally every other mammal except homo sapiens.

Fun Fact: the vast, vast majority of Rherric purebloods have "masculine" gender identity, and are exclusively androphilic (masculine attracted), regardless of sex.

So gay relationships are pretty common, which doesn't really impact birth rates too much because surrogates / marrying specifically for children. The fact they can only eat meat is however a very significant population limiter.

"Queer" Rherra (with "feminine" identity/feminine attracted, etc) exist but are virtually unknown, and are usually assumed to be hybrids.

#writing #world building #queer #original character #writeblr #lgbtq #The Diluvian War #fantasy #i tagged this as queer but really there is nothing queer anout her #for her species standards.

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Chapter 25: The Girl's Evening Out

Sleep is an emotional reset. I don’t feel as bumped as yesterday. It’s easier to think of something else. And, when I remember that I have some venison to sell from yesterday, I grab my stuff and go.

Despite of what I’ve heard, I don’t see anyone actively searching for someone. Anyone. The streets of Hell are as they were before. Which isn’t necessarily a relief.

Half a day I hunt, keeping my mind empty of remorse. The other half I sell todays and yesterday’s meat. I save a wild boar for the hotel, keeping Charlie’s sweet smile in my mind.

When I return to the hotel, I find Angel on the verge of leaving. Well, as quickly as he can be when he’s flirting with Husk. The latter one looks seriously like he wants to kill the spider demon.

“What are you doing, Angel?” I ask him jovial.

“Hi, Elsa!” he turns to me. I see my nickname stuck. “D’you wanna join me, Charlie, Vaggie, and Cherri?”

“Where?”

“A girl’s night - I mean an evening out,” he smiles.

“Plus you,” I point out.

“Plus me,” he winks.

“I suppose I don’t have anything else to do...” I look around me for the effect. I see a couple of sinners near the fireplace, testing it with different substances. After one tiny explosion, I decide on going as fast as possible. “Yeah, let’s go!” After one moment, though, I remember Niffty. “Wait! Isn’t Niffty going to join us?”

“She’s too young!” Angel waves his hand. “Let her entertain Husky here!”

Husk mutters something while Angel offers his arm to me like a merry girl.

I offer my arm instead and he simply takes it. We exit the hotel to see Charlie and Vaggie, arm in arm. Looking different than usual.

“Diana!” Charlie comes to hug me. Awkwardly still, I pat her back until she releases me. “I’ve wanted to invite you myself, but I couldn’t find you!”

“Lucky me I’ve stumbled upon Angel,” I smile at the spider.

“When’s Cherri coming?” Vaggie asks Angel without emotion.

“She’ll meet us there,” Angel simply says.

“Is this a sane idea?” Vaggie means to whisper to Charlie, but we all hear her. “Leaving everyone without any supervision? I hope we won’t find the hotel burnt down.”

A burning corpse flashes before my eyes.

“Relax, Vaggie,” Charlie embraces her. “I left Al a note. Also, we’re returning for dinner.”

We start strolling on the streets of Hell in two pairs. I watch the girls whispering sweetly at each other.

“So, tell me, toots,” Angel asks me. “Are ya considerin’ an acting career?”

I catch Vaggie’s healthy eye glimpse at me for a second. I don’t know what to make of it.

“Ha ha, very funny, Angel,” I almost whisper.

“No, seriously! That play was the right thing at the right time! It made my day.”

“Then I’m happy you’ve relished my suffering,” I mumble.

“It was predisposed to be boring, to be honest. Shakespeare? Why? But ya made it... Laughable! I have the video! D’you wanna watch it?”

“God, no!” I cut him short.

“Suit yaself!” he closes his eyes.

We talk and walk for the next five minutes until we reach a hair salon. Cherri waits for us in front of it.

“Angie! Elsa!” she greets us loudly. “Took ya long enough!”

“Sorry, tits! You tryna win over Husky!” Angel half excuses himself.

“Fortunately for me, I choose better than you.” Then she blinks sweetly at me and whispers in a seductive way: “So, Diana, how you doin’?”

“Ha! No chance,” I chuckle.

“You were sayin’...?” Angel smirks.

“Are we goin’ in or what?” Vaggie speaks out impatiently. She’s been watching us in annoyance. Charlie caresses her arm in an effort to soothe her.

“Tell me again, Vagina,” Angel rolls his eyes. “Why d’you wanna come in the first place?”

“It’s a girl’s evening, Angel,” Charlie reminds him.

“Plus Angel,” Vaggie points out.

“Plus Angel,” Charlie repeats.

“Let’s go, then!” Cherri nudges us.

I don’t get why we are in a hair salon in the first place until I find out that it is a tattoo and piercing salon as well.

“Who’s getting tattoos?” I ask curiously.

“Me and Vaggie!” Charlie jumps excitedly.

“And me,” Cherri adds.

We all turn to Angel, who shakes his head.

“Uhm, hello? This body is flawless!”

“And already full of pink stripes,” Vaggie points out.

“No one asked ya to look, Vags,” Angel hisses.

Cherri laughs while Vaggie only frowns at Angel.

“What are you going to get?” I ask Charlie and Vaggie.

“Oh, nothing...!” Charlie waves her hand. “Only a pair of tattoos to symbolize our eternal and infinite love for each other!”

“No biggie, in short words,” Angel rolls his eyes.

Vaggie sends him daggers from her eyes. I notice Cherri’s absence and look for her, only to find her seated already.

We start spreading throughout the salon. Charlie and Vaggie sit next to each other, while Cherri’s done with her bomb tattoo and goes for a new ear piercing. Angel’s satisfied with a new haircut.

“Angie!” Cherri screams from the other side of the salon. “You look so funny with curls!!!”

“Fear not, bestie, for not everyone can handle this level of fabulousness!”

I snort amused and lean on his chair.

“I think you look kinda cute,” I whisper to him.

“Whatcha doin’?” he looks at me in the mirror.

“Now? Nothing.”

“No, toots!” he chuckles. “Whatcha tryin’ here?”

I’ve thought about that. I’ve conceded there was no way everyone was going to ignore the fact that I haven’t tried anything. But I don’t want to make holes in my skin for no reason. And I’m not too fond of tattoos. I’ve got plenty already.

“I suppose I’ll try something with my hair as well.”

I sit on a chair in front of a mirror, studying my appearance. My color palette is mostly gray, black, and blue from my eyelids and irises. The only out-of-the-place aspect is my hair. The same one I had when I was alive.

“What do you want with your hair, sweetheart?” a succubi demon asks from my behind.

I’m not the same girl I was. I’m a demon, a sinner in Hell. Why keep something so inconsequential as my hair color to keep lying to myself that I don’t belong here?

“I want it black,” I declare.

“You sure?” she questions my choice, irritating me. “Black black would contrast with your pale-gray skin in a nasty way.”

“Then, what do you suggest?” I ask ironically.

Either she hasn’t caught the sarcasm or ignores it. She simply resumes: “You have a nice thing going on with the wolf thing. And the eyes are majestic! I’d suggest something that would highlight them. Like platinum white?”

A flashback turns my mirror reflection into the young girl I was. At my father’s parties, there were awfully lots of guests who looked at me, then at my father, and then asked me where my mother was from. I always kept answering that she was from France and she lived there for all of her life, as well as her parents until she moved to Scotland with my father. But they always were skeptical.

It annoyed me a lot.

Then, there were these maids that sometimes would exaggerate in dressing me in light colors that wouldn’t advantage me at all just to illustrate the perfect daughter of a perfect father.

Bright colors and especially white became a symbol of everything I should be and I am not. It was a lie that became a truth to hide the dark secrets that lay in me and my family.

“No white,” I reject.

The succubi look thoughtful for several seconds, playing with my hair, until her face brightens with an idea: “What about a dark blue? Dark navy? It would match your make-up!”

“I don’t do make-up,” I tell her.

“You don’t?” she looks at my eyelids. “Then...” She means to brush them, but I slap her hand.

“Ok. Dark navy it is.”

She squeals excitedly and begins to work.

After a quarter of an hour, I stare at someone resembling a sad poltergeist. I like it.

“Nice one, Elsa!” Angel winks. I look at him on my left. He’s a beauty.

“You’re one to talk,” I laugh shyly. Then I stand up and go to Charlie and Vaggie. They look at each other’s shoulders enchanted. Charlie has a small purple moth and Vaggie has a small red apple.

“They’re lovely,” I compliment them.

“They’re perfect!” Charlie trembles with energy. Vaggie is not far from it.

We all turn to see Cherri, who catwalks to us, showing off her biceps with the bomb tattoo.

“That’s fire!” Angel’s eyes shine.

“Wait for it!” Cherri stops him.

She takes her hair out of her face to exhibit her three new earrings. They’re positioned at the same distance on the earlobe.

“Oh, my Satan! I’m gonna faint!” Angel puts his hand on his forehead.

We all laugh and walk out of the salon.

“It suits you,” Charlie winks and I smile warmly.

We leave Cherri on our way to the hotel. I watch her jumping on the buildings as if they are trampolines.

We arrive at the hotel, only for an amazing smell to greet us. Husk has disappeared in the meantime, probably to dinner. We enter the dining room together and see the other three in the middle of what looked like a spat between the bartender and the overlord.

“At long last, you’ve made your grand entrance!” Alastor tilts his head, ignoring Husk’s interior blast. “I fretted that our supper would grow frigid whilst awaiting thy arrival!”

He looks my way for a brief moment, either to regard my newest appearance or to mock me. I ignore him, taking my seat next to Angel.

“Sorry, Al!” Charlie sits at the head of the table. “We had a girls’ night - evening out! I’m sure you can understand!” she laughs.

“A girls’ night out?” a foreign voice speaks. We all turn to the other head of the table, where a stylish, jaguar demon poses like a model. “Without moi?”

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I Saw You First (Pt. 2) ~ Part 7.5

Thank you @zoroswifesblog for this request!! Here's Part 1. I recommend that if you're reading through the series (linked below) to read this after part 7. This is Zoro's pov of the next day.

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1309

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Summary: It's the morning after your first night with the cook, and Zoro is determined to make you forget about him. Zoro grapples with his rage, and tries to understand why he's so worked up over your casual arrangement.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, No Smut here except for brief memory descriptions, Casual Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Angst, Anger, Shame, Mild Violence Mentioned, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Crewmates with Benefits, Relationship Discussions

A/N: Feelings are tough, Zoro's having a bad day, y'all

I’m gonna show you.

Zoro had barely noticed he was awake before the rampage of thoughts from last night piled on his brain. The sounds he’d heard, your little whines while you let that idiot cook fuck you in the kitchen.

Trying to scrape the anger off of his skin in the shower, he had to hop around, shaking himself to release the images flooding his mind now.

Right there. She hung onto that safety bar when I fucked her against the wall. She was so fucking good, so tight and wet. She took it so well, even though I didn’t go easy on her.

“Fuck.”

He rushed out of there, wanting to save his energy for everything he planned on doing to you later.

I’m gonna fuck the memory of him out of you.

Zoro paced in his small room before heading to the galley. He kept his gaze away from the cook, and waited for you by the door.

He sat next to you at the booth, blocking the waiter from leaning in close to you like he had the day before.

You were blinking slowly, your under eyes a bit dark. He tried to convince himself it was because being with Sanji had bored you so much. He shoved away the thoughts of how late it was before you left last night, the sounds of you both moaning as you came.

Zoro’s grip on your thigh started pressing, and he let up.

But he hung on a bit tighter when Sanji leaned over him to give you a fancy fucking coffee, with a pretentious little flower painted on the foam.

The pathetic perv has to bribe her.

“I told you Usopp, Y/N’s sick. Chopper, can fevers make you go deaf?”

“Actually yes, a high fever can cause cochlear damage-”

“She’s not sick, she’s just been having trouble sleeping. Right, Y/N?”

He hadn’t registered what Luffy had asked until Robin’s calm, pointed words broke through. She looked at you, but her gaze slid to Zoro as he narrowed his eyes at her.

Who fucking cares if she knows.

You rushed out of the kitchen, and he followed you out on deck before he caught another glimpse of him.

You let out a cute little yawn, and Zoro watched the line of your body as you stretched.

Fuck, I want you right here, right now.

His body was nearly buzzing as he came up behind you, breathing across your neck.

“You’re coming to my room tonight.”

He watched your sweet mouth as you turned with another yawn, leaning toward him as you replied.

“I can’t tonight, Zoro. I need to get some rest.”

The sound of your moans last night clanged through his ears again, and he felt that rage bubbling up. You took a step back from him, and he couldn’t fucking stop himself, the words leaving his mouth like poison.

“What, now that cook treats you like a little princess, and you don’t want to fuck me?”

The sound of a lighter sparked behind him.

“I believe the lady told you she wanted a break, Marimo.”

Zoro spun, his fingers on a sword, itching to draw it.

I’m gonna kill this fucker, always butting in on what’s mine.

“Fucking stop it, both of you. I’m not a piece of meat to fight over.”

Your voice was shaky, but angry, and Zoro turned to watch you take your step back toward him.

“And Zoro, I enjoy our time together, but there’s a line. You agreed to this, so speak up if you can’t handle it.”

He had to clench his teeth to keep more poisonous words in, anger boiling hotter the longer Sanji stood beside him.

He missed something you said as he imagined everything his swords could do to the cook, and he had to bite his tongue to bring him back to the moment.

“Okay, rule number one; no fighting over me. The whole point of this arrangement is to keep things casual, and I won’t put myself in the middle of your feud.”

Zoro could barely hold himself back from breaking that rule as you uttered it.

“Rule number two; no one gets their feelings hurt when I want to take a break. I’m fucking tired, and I’m not a doll you can use whenever you want.”

Rage was replaced by hot shame, pouring into Zoro’s stomach.

What the fuck is from with me?

“Fuck, Needy, I didn’t mea-”

He almost flinched as you held your hand out to stop him.

Fuck, I’m fucking this up. I’m going crazy, why can’t I handle my fucking shit?

“Rule number three; we need to come up with some sort of system to keep things fair. I don’t want to have to choose between you guys, and get caught in your pissing contest.”

The shame stayed in him, but rage bubbled back.

She still wants to let that perv fuck her.

Zoro fucking tried to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t stop himself from blurting his question out, too soon.

“So, what’s the system?”

“Let her catch her breath, moss head.”

“You don’t know what she needs, waiter.”

“Guys, seriously? Stop.”

Zoro had leaned toward Sanji’s smug face just aching to slam his fists into it, but your voice cut through. He turned to you, fighting his need to teach that shit head a lesson, and keep calm for you.

Don’t fucking ruin this.

“Let’s alternate. One day with Zoro, then the next day with Sanji. And I get to take breaks without you destroying the ship.”

Zoro swallowed the knot of rage that was threatening to bubble up at the thought of continuing to share you with Sanji. He fought to breathe evenly, and missed something else you’d said.

“... Okay then, good! Do we all agree to the terms?”

“Of course dear-“

“Sure-“

“Great! I’m going to get some work done.”

He turned to watch you walk away, not wanting to look at the piece of shit blond before he broke rule number one.

“Marimo, you need to-”

“Don’t fucking talk to me, cook.”

Zoro fumed all the way to his quarters, the restraint it took not to break the walls was painful. He started counting pushups and situps again, but all he could think of was your tired, angry face.

‘I’m not a doll you can use whenever you want.’

Slamming his fists against his thighs, Zoro slumped to the floor, putting his head in his hands.

What the fuck is wrong with me? We’re just fucking, why am I going off the deep end like this? I need to get my shit together.

Shame curdled in his stomach as Zoro’s mind raced over everything you had said to each other since you’d started this. Clenching his eyes shut again at the thought of you stepping back from him.

Gods, I’m a piece of shit. Of course she’d rather be with that annoying waiter over me. I fucking scared her.

Zoro stewed in his anger and disgust for hours, trying to figure out how to fix his fuck up. The thought of you not wanting to see him again made his gut clench, especially coupled with the fear that he’d have to watch you with him everyday.

And that step back you took when he spoke to you like that. It haunted him, hovering in his mind like a cloud of hornets.

I’ve gotta make this right.

He’s never been good at this, but Zoro walked himself through a hundred ways to apologize to you. He practiced, needing you to never look at him that way again. To never be afraid of him.

I need her to feel safe with me.

I need her to forgive me.

He finally left his quarters, shame still aching through him as he searched for you.

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Crack-y Viktuuri college lesbians meet-cute idea

"So, how long have you been eating veg?" Viktoriya asked, with a heart-shaped smile.

Yuriko choked on a snap pea, her mind reeling at the question she'd just been asked.

Eating vag??

Like...as in eating vagina?! Was this just a casual phrase that baby gays threw around nowadays?!

Only five minutes into her first meeting of the Lesbian Students Association' and Yuriko was already learning so much! It'd be a whole lot more gratifying if she also wasn't about to choke to death, but what a way to go...

As she spluttered around the errant vegetable, she could see even through her watering eyes that Viktoriya had begun to flap her hands around in panic.

"Are you ok? Let me get you some water!"

Viktoriya practically flung herself out of her seat.

As she sprinted towards the drinks station she sincerely hoped she could come to the rescue of her extremely pretty new acquaintance, who, with any luck, might become a new friend? Ideas began to flood her mind as she grabbed the first can she saw -- a sparkling grapefruit soda -- before wheeling around to return to their table.

They could try out that new vegan Thai spot together, the one that was just off-campus! Or maybe even cook their own recipes together...she did have a fairly nice kitchen as far as campus apartments went, and it'd be fun to have a new friend to bounce around ideas with when it came to meat substitutes.

Yuriko gratefully accepted the outstretched can, and there was silence between them for a few moments as the other woman began to gulp the soda down. Viktoriya glanced around, finding it odd that they were still the only ones in the room...

Mila had said this mixer was due to start no later than 6:30 pm, but it had been well over twenty minutes since then. She'd even suggested that Viktoriya get there early, just for the food ("I've heard that Campus Vegetarians always get the best Mediterranean platters for their intro meetings!")

"Uhm...sorry about that, I was just surprised by your question," Yuriko eventually spoke up, blushing deeply.

She began to feel a little self-conscious at the puzzled expression that Viktoriya directed her way.

Oh, God, she was such a n00b...Viktoriya was clearly an Experienced Gay: that much was evident from the state of her Doc Martens. She probably had no interest in "coaching" Yuriko on how to advance beyond "beginner lesbian", whether that was in terms of learning the right lingo or otherwise.

"Oh, sorry, was that too nosy? I've been told that I can come off like that," Viktoriya replied, though her eyes still held a hint of confusion. "I didn't mean to pry, you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

But Yuriko rushed to reassure her; this was a mixer for lesbians, so it was natural that she might get asked how long she'd been out. Or how long she'd been "eating vag", rather.

"I'm brand spanking new to all of this, to be honest," she replied, feeling a surge of warmth at the beaming, heart-shaped smile Viktoriya flashed at her.

God, she was so pretty.

Suddenly, her insecurities around being a baby gay seemed silly; even if Viktoriya had been "eating vag" for much longer, the other woman seemed kind, not at all like a judgmental sort of person. Yuriko beamed back, glad she'd gone along with Yuuko's advice to make this mixer a priority.

"What a lucky coincidence: I'm new to this too!" Viktoriya crowed, looking absolutely delighted.

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Ok, so this Viktuuri college lesbians meet-cute idea popped into my head earlier, centering around: 1) UC Berkeley college junior (and new vegetarian) Viktoriya Nikiforova meeting college sophomore (and newly out lesbian) Katsuki Yuriko; 2) their best friends Mila/Yuuko meeting through the campus Figure Skating Club and scheming together on getting them to meet. Yuuko ends up telling Yuriko to attend an intro meeting of the Lesbian Students Association, while Mila ends up telling Viktoriya that she should consider making other friends who are vegetarian by attending a campus mixer; and 3) the extremely crack-y misinterpretation of the question "So, how how long have you been eating veg?" due to Yuriko's unfamiliarity with Viktoriya’s accent.

I would love to work on this, but I literally told myself this morning that I can't post anymore WIPs to ao3 until I finish my "Gold's On The Inside" series...which is at 180K words and 15 chapters (of 20 total, but that may very well turn into 21, lol).

But I still wanted to make a post as a reminder of something I may muster up the motivation to write later :D

A few more things floating around in my head w/ this idea:

- Viktoriya is a dance major battling perfectionism and major depressive disorder, while Yuriko is a music composition major trying to stay afloat while navigating generalized anxiety disorder

-They have both been attending meetings of the International Students Association but keep missing one another

-Yuriko has only recently stumbled upon the concept of demisexuality and is overwhelmed by the world of queerness that this opens up for her

-They don't exactly know why, but the more they hang out over the summer and share about their respective best friends, the more Mila and Yuuko are inclined to get them to meet. They don't even have romance on the agenda, they just genuinely think the two of them would get along wonderfully

-The only barrier to a potential meeting? Viktoriya and Yuriko happen to be the most stubborn people on Earth. Viktoriya tells Mila that she won't be able to afford to make any new friends due to the coming year's workload, while Yuriko tells Yuuko that there's no way that anyone outside of her music composition classes would want to hang out with "a nerd" like her. Sigh...these two

#yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #viktuuri #victuuri #meet cute #my writing #my wips #viktuuri as lesbians #college au #viktuuri crack fic

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Not One of Many - Chapter Twenty One.

Huge thanks to everyone still reading this and offering lovely comments and reblogs, too!

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,114

Warnings - 18+ content, adult audience only. Minors DNI!

“A cow’s heart? A bloody, fucking cow’s heart?” Magda’s eyes were so wide, they took on the appearance of saucers. “Mental bitch. Please, find out where she lives so I can go pay her a visit. I’ll knock her flat.”

As it was well known, Beth didn’t condone violence, but she appreciated the gesture of solidarity all the same. “Has anything else happened in the last week?”

She shook her head for lack of being able to speak for a moment, her mouth full of the olives they were sharing while they waited for their respective men to arrive at the bar they’d been sitting outside of for the last hour. It was the four of them, plus Marcus and his wife Della. “No, or at least, if she has been back then I wouldn’t have known. I’ve been at Alfie’s the entire time and when I’ve popped home to pick up more stuff, I haven’t had anything sinister waiting for me.”

“Can’t say I blame you for not being in a rush to head back,” Magda observed, spearing another olive and popping it into her mouth.

Beth’s eyebrows twitched, her lips twisting into a smug grin. “I’m not, but it has little to do with Talia and everything to do with Alfie.”

Her friend read between the lines sufficiently. “Mucky cow!”

“What? We’ve been together for six weeks; we’re still very much in the shagging each other ragged stage.”

“Come on the, indulge me. When was the last time you had sex?”

Beth looked thoughtful for a moment. “What time is it now?”

“Eight minutes past seven.” Magda picked up a napkin and playfully whacked her thigh with it, shaking her head.

“About six hours ago.” The look on her besties face had Beth in stitches. “What?”

“You and your lunchtime nookie!”

“I didn’t fancy a salad.”

“Oh, something more meat based, is what the lady called for?”

“It was definitely what my vagina was hankering after.” They both cracked up completely at that, Magda reaching to grip her thigh as she wailed with laughter. “Seriously, it’s him! He brings out the cock hungry slut in me. I’ve never been the kind of girl who wants it every day, I have things to do, I’m busy and so is he. But usually, we’ll have a quickie in the day and then something a little longer lasting at night, and it’s been like that for the last week. I’m loving it, but blimey, I’m sore!”

“Epsom salts, love. Put a handful in your bath water and it’ll help your poor, beaten up little cooch feel a little less like it’s had the sexual equivalent of being flung around a UFC octagon.” Magda couldn’t have timed that better, Beth spraying a mouthful of vodka and soda as she laughed, the comic reaction adding to her hilarious joke.

“Jesus Christ!” she choked, spluttering as she wailed, Magda laughing so hard at her reaction, no sound came out. It was one of those moments she knew she wouldn’t forget in a hurry; just how damned funny her bestie was. It also took her mind off the fact that wherever she was while out of the house, Beth constantly wondered whether she was being watched or followed. If she let it take over her life, she knew stress would begin to form there, and that was something she’d be loathed to let Talia witness.

Alfie was the next to arrive, shortly followed by Marcus and Della a few minutes later, then Dennis lastly twenty minutes later, exiting a cab and apologising profusely for being a little late. With their last person present and introductions given, the group walked down from the bar to The Ivy, where they had an outdoor table booked.

“Oi, I know what you’re doing, yeah. Stop that,” Alfie spoke quietly when he saw Beth turning to look around every few steps. “You can’t live your life literally looking over your shoulder. What can she do, ay? What can she possibly do other than make herself look like a complete nutter by sending pathetic attempts to rattle you, because she ain’t getting near you again, not physically anyway. You know I won’t let that happen, so don’t panic.”

“What about when I’m not with you?”

“Has she tried anything so far, when you’ve been out without me?” He had a point.

She half smiled, gripping his hand a little harder. “No.”

“And what do you do if she does threaten your safety?”

“Pull my perfume out and spray it in her eyes.” He knew Beth wasn’t the type of girl who would physically fight back, not the same as Magda, who would have had no qualms about punching her straight in the mouth. A perfume bottle, as he reminded her, was a legal version of mace, though, and just as effective in disarming a would-be attacker. He hoped that Talia would never go to that kind of violent extreme, but he was questioning the state of her mental health to have done what she had so far. Her behaviour was far from truly sane, although he did still hope that she’d get bored and move on when she realised her actions weren’t doing anything other than casting a negative reflection upon herself.

Luckily, Beth wouldn’t have to worry about Talia and her antics for much longer, though, not for a while, at least. The purpose of the meeting that night was so that everyone could get to know one another before they all took a holiday together, their destination Alfie’s villa out in Santorini. It was a little last minute for Magda and Dennis, Alfie, Marcus and Della already prepared since they’d planned it months ago, back when Alfie had more than just one girlfriend. He was happy to be only taking Beth, though, and her friends as well who were quickly becoming his, too. He thought they Wilkinson’s were fantastic.

The only hitch would be them arriving two days later than everyone else, on account of Magda not being able to get the full ten days off work required, so were flying out for a week instead. That mattered not to Beth; it had been a few years since she and her bestie had been away together, and after getting to know Della, too, they were all very much looking forward to it.

“You know, out of all of Alfie’s girls I’ve met in the last few years, it was Talia I took to the least,” Della confided after they’d eaten, the women all congregated at one end of their table, the guys at the other, Marcus sharing a story that was currently causing Alfie’s booming laugh to fill the air. “I always thought she was snooty, very aloof with other women, not a girl’s girl at all. She’d have two faces, though, the one he’d see with the dazzling smile, and the one she’d surreptitiously show you whenever he wasn’t looking.” Beth had of course shared the current situation with her.

“He’s such a sharp bloke, though! Surely, he saw it?” Magda voiced, shaking her head in wonder.

“Like I say, Magda, she was sneaky with it, until her paranoia obviously forced her mask to slip. I mean, what Beth wrote in her article about the possibility of being part of a poly relationship making these women display such behaviour was a very valid point, but I believe she was like that all along and just kept it very well hidden. She wanted him all to herself, that girl. It’s why she’s seemingly unable to deal with your lovely friend here having just that. I do not doubt that she is questioning ‘why her and not me?’ over the way things have ended up.”

It hadn’t been lost on Beth, that this was likely the reason for her antics, the jealousy eating her up that she’d taken the place of three others in Alfie’s heart, but most of all her.

“Yeah, absolutely that, you’re right. It’s the whole ‘what’s she got that I haven’t?’ going round in her head. Some women, they just live to compare themselves to others,” Magda chirped, Beth nodding vigorously as Della made a ‘ummhmm’ noise into her wine glass.

“I think if we’re brutally honest, we have to concede we all are, and it's how society wires us! I absolutely see it as a societal pressure, to be the best, to have it all.” Beth began, sipping her wine, about to sink her teeth into the topic. “I recently submitted an article reflecting such, in fact. No, but back to Talia. If she couldn’t see that it was her actions leading to the breakup, that isn’t on me. Like I said to Alfie on the night they broke up, whether she was like that all along, or whether his situation stirred it within her, the onus was still on her to adjust her behaviour in light of what she felt. She should have walked away when he told her he wasn’t about to cease enjoying Mimi and Amira together sexually, and why should’ve he?”

“I don’t want this to sound bitchy, or that I’m stirring or insinuating anything, but do you think he misses it, having multiple girls, perhaps on a sexual level? I’m sorry if that isn’t a question I should ask, but I just get the impression I can with you,” Della asked, taking her hand and squeezing to signify she meant absolutely nothing negative.

“No. I keep him very well catered to, sexually.”

Della smiled with mirth. “I sense you’re a naughty girl, Beth?”

Her eyebrows fluttered, her mouth tilting into a slight smirk.

“She’s bloody filthy!” Magda chimed. Della’s entertainment grew by the second.

“There's a reason why he calls me baby beast,” she began, the women all huddling a little closer, Della making a little noise of surprise. “He says I’m his sexual match, that he does things with me other women have never been comfortable enough for, never had the bravery to indulge in, but I trust him and that’s huge for him. He pushes me to my absolute sexual limits, we’re very adventurous with that. Honestly, he’s made me almost pass out before, it’s been so much! But he’s so experienced in it, how to treat someone submitting to him entirely that he’d never actually let that happen, and that in itself is a turn on. He’s just... he’s the best. I swear. Our sex life is wildfire!”

The woman gaped, open mouthed and giggling. “And I don’t mean to sound like one of those women who brags just how electric the sex she’s having is,” she was quick to add, Della waving her hand dismissively.

“Honey, we’ve been there, you’re all brand new and still raging for one another. Mind you, I expected for Marcus and I to calm down eventually and we never really have. It’s something about these powerful businessmen. They either have the desire to relinquish that control once in the bedroom, or they dominate in there, too. My husband is definitely the latter!”

“I’m lucky if Dennis takes his bloody socks off,” Magda joked with an eye roll, the other women laughing raucously. “No, I joke. He’s still got the right stuff, my hubby. Usually when he’s had a few drinks and likes for me to blindfold him.”

They sat swapping sex stories while enjoying more wine sent their way courtesy of Alfie, who winked at Beth, mouthing ‘love you’ at her, glad to see her and Della getting along well. It was very important to him, that she amalgamated into his world seamlessly. By the end of the night, the three women could barely wait to spend time with each other again in Greece two weeks from then, Beth and Alfie getting into a black cab, the former definitely feeling a little giddy from the wine.

“Oh yeah?” he muttered quietly, looking between her and where her hand trailed very high up his leg.

“Yeah. I’m so fucking cock hungry right now. You need to throw me down and fuck me as soon as we get home. I mean it, I want it brutal, I want it hot, I want everything you have to give me.” She ran her tongue up the side of his cheek, Alfie making a very appreciative face before turning to kiss her. “I’m wet just thinking of you being inside me.” Drunk Beth was naughty Beth, he was beginning to learn, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe, her hand discreetly pushing down her skirt and touching to the wetness within her underwear, removing it to push her dewy finger into his mouth.

He rumbled a groan, his cock beginning to stir. “Oh, darlin’. You’re gonna get it.” Thank fuck the taxi ride was only nine minutes from The Ivy back to his home. As soon as they were through the door, they were wildly invested in undressing one another, Alfie pinning her against the wall, his hands gliding up her sides and pulling her top off, hers unfastening his shirt with the kind of impatience that led to it being ripped open, buttons scattered across the floor as they staggered along again, raging for one another.

The kitchen was where they ended up, the island once again the location for their deviance, Alfie lifting her atop it after she’d shimmied out of her skirt and heels. His hands clutched at her thong, attempting to yank it clean off her, her teeth sharply prickling at his neck causing his cock to throb.

“Fuckin’ thing!” he growled when the material refused to relent, grabbing a knife from the block and sliding it between flesh and lace, literally cutting it from her. It was about the sexiest thing Beth had ever experienced, his hand yanking it away, pulling his cock from within the confines of his trousers and plunging into her with a hard thrust.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she cried out each time his hardness hit her deeply, filling her entirely to the hilt again and again as her inner muscles squeezed around him, enveloping him in slippery warmth. Pushing her back slightly he bent to lick and suck at her hardened nipples, pushing her all the way back until she was flat against the cold surface of the counter.

He then yanked off his trousers and boxers and vaulted up onto it, pushing her legs apart and plunging himself back into her, their mouths connecting again as he ran his fingers through her hair and began to pump into her at a furious pace. In her drunken state, he was everything and more that she needed, the weight of her man on top of her, the heat of his skin as it slid against hers, his thick cock ramming her voraciously as he groaned without reserve.

Sliding his arm under her leg he then levered it up, her knee touching her shoulder and allowing for the kind of deeper penetration that made her virtually whimper with ecstasy, his hand gently clutched at her neck as they continued to kiss, every nerve ending within them ablaze of lust. It was so hot, so erotically charged that she felt light headed with pleasure, crying out breathlessly, his public bone grinding against her clit with every single thrust that invaded her. God, he knew how to fuck.

Looking up at him she felt her heart skip several beats, Alfie resting his forehead to hers and running his fingertips down her cheek before he began kissing and licking the side of her neck, Beth closing her eyes and feeling a hot, tight ball of pleasure start to pulse within her.

It was heated, primal, raw sex, their moans filling the kitchen as they kissed wildly, hands all over each other. “Oh god, ahhhh!” she cried out, her body tensing and moving against him in perfect sexual sync, her nails trailing sensuously down his back and her groans becoming louder, lost in the abyss of complete sexual euphoria.

Her breathing became ragged as he began moving so hard and quick within her dripping wet cunt that his guttural groans of an all-consuming, white-hot orgasm were the catalyst to her own, both beyond control as they slipped over the edge, the build-up now giving way to the utter divine.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her body jolting against his as the pleasure consumed her completely, her head falling back against the island as she closed her eyes, her head spinning. It had nothing to do with the alcohol she’d consumed either. This was one hundred percent cock drunk from being fucked so thoroughly. But Alfie being Alfie, she knew he would be nowhere near finished with her.

Taking her upstairs, he went about proving that to her immediately as well.

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