#WOMEN are having SEX with EACH OTHER right in front of you man. grow up.

[bleachersgirl]

i do think you should have to take some sort of iq test before they let you watch black sails. nothing too complicated just basic stuff like “true or false: lesbians are gay”

[darby-rowe]

୨⎯ "inches of snow" ⎯୧

young!coriolanus snow ☓ fem!reader summary your boyfriend, coriolanus snow, joins you and your family for christmas dinner, but of course it's nothing short of an insufferable experience. but don't worry, because coryo is there to take care of you!

18+ | nsfw | mdni word count 2,298 cw modern au, coryo & reader are in grad school, it's christmas!!, mentions of food, implied body shaming by family, uh oh grandma and grandpa are being bigoted again, bathroom sex, mirror sex, anal, praise, degradation, sex on the bathroom sink, it's a very anal christmas, coryo has a big dick, ooc(?) coryo, y/n usage, petnames, unprotected sex, spit play, cum play, dirty talk notes i know the title is corny as fuck LMFAO but it made me giggle. also imagine reader in ellen griswold's outift from national lampoon's christmas vacation like the one w the blouse and the green skirt bc mmmmm that fit is FIRE. this fic was slightly based off of this post bc i thought it was just too hot to ignore. this is also NOT proofread so any mistakes you find in this fic... dont talk about it

Sitting down at the pleasantly decorated dining room table, your mother insisted on saying grace before you and the rest of your family could dig in on the splendid feast you and the rest of the women in your family worked so hard on. Your mouth watered at the thought of savoring the sweet potato casserole, the baked macaroni and cheese, the ham, everything at the table was extremely decadent. And it was all displayed out in front of you, and right under your nose.

You were a bit greedy, you had to admit, as your hands were the first to get a generous scoop of the fluffy mashed potatoes, earning a scoff from your ever-so lovely paternal grandmother. Say something, you old bat, you thought to yourself, but a pleasant hand came running to rescue you from your angry thoughts. A slight squeeze on your left thigh made you blush, and you turned your head to grin at your lovely boyfriend, Coriolanus Snow. He gave you a reassuring nod, and you went back to indulging in your Christmas feast.

“So, Y/N,” your grandmother piped up, pretentiously swishing her glass of wine. “Anything interesting as of late?”

You swallowed your forkful of mashed potatoes and peas. “My third year of med school is kicking my butt,” you said, trying to lighten the hostility between you and your grandmother. “I’m definitely finding myself to have less and less free time–”

“And how do you feel about that?” your grandmother interjected right in the middle of your response, causing your brows to furrow. Her attention was now fully on Coriolanus, which you turned your head to see what his response would be.

Coriolanus huffed amusingly. “I don’t necessarily have an opinion on it,” he said. “I am also quite busy with my master’s degree. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or however that saying goes,”

“We’re just busy little bees,” you said in a light manner, albeit a bit awkwardly. “It’ll all be worth it in the end. All this hard work will pay off,”

Your grandfather motioned his glass towards Coriolanus. “Busy little bees, eh? Bet it’s harder on you than her,” This statement made you nearly choke on your champagne. The crudeness of that man! Oh, if you didn’t know any better, you would reach across the table and slap the wrinkles off that smug face–

“It’s actually not really that hard to endure,” Coriolanus spoke up. “We both know we’ll see each other again after our busy spells and that thought keeps us going,”

You smiled bitterly at your grandfather. “Exactly,”

The table got quiet after that, and you spent a good few minutes awkwardly sipping your champagne and eating your generous plate. You felt your appetite unfortunately begin to dissipate as the unpleasantness of the evening began sinking underneath your skin.

“You know, mother,” your father chimed in. “My wife and I both met during our residency, and you know firsthand exactly how busy I was during that time. The 100 hour work weeks, the skills labs, the exams, my boards. It was hard! But my beloved and I made it through, and I’m sure Y/N and Coryo will also make it,”

“I just don’t see the need in investing this much time in such a demanding career when your husband is already planning on pursuing a career that would help the both of you,” grandmother said to you, making your face contort into one of immense displeasure.

“Coryo is not my husband, first off,” you retorted. “At least not yet, but I’m also not going to be a stay-at-home mom who spends her days dealing with the dog, the baby, and the garden. I want a fulfilling career, too! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against stay-at-home mothers, but that life is not for me,”

“Why not?” grandmother knitted her eyebrows together. “Look at you, dear, with that revealing blouse and that pretty face, you don’t need to be pushing yourself like this,”

“Oh my god!” you cried, throwing your hands up. You finally decided you had enough, and with bitterness deep within your soul, you abruptly pushed your chair away from the table and stormed off.

“Watch your mouth, young lady!” your grandmother called out after you. “You weren’t excused!”

“I’m twenty-five years old, grandma, I can excuse myself,” you replied angrily as you traversed upstairs, your heels clicking on the hardwood material.

Slamming the door to the bathroom, you made your way to the bathtub where you sat down on the cold tiles with your knees folded up against your chest. You buried your face in your hands as you breathed in and out. In… and out…

God, you really hated your father’s parents. So judgy and crude, you were only left to wonder why they kept getting invited over to these dinners. Your parents knew how they chastised you, and even with their efforts to put a stop to their bigoted comments, they just kept going and going and going.

You were proud of yourself. You were proud of the life you were building for yourself. Sure, you still had eight years of school left, but at the end of the road you were going to be a kick-ass trauma surgeon. And Coryo was on the fast track to earning his master’s in political science. Soon, he would be running for congress, and the two of you would be unstoppable.

But here you were, practicing breathing exercises on the cold tiles of your parents’ bathroom. You needed to move out of there. Anywhere but there.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and the sweet sound of a familiar voice on the other side. Coriolanus, looking as handsome as ever as he gently let himself into the bathroom, joining you on the floor.

“Hey, bunny,” he cooed, taking your hands in his. “Are you okay?”

You grinned dreamily. “Now that you’re here,” this remark elicited a chuckle from Coriolanus, which made you swoon. “Listen, I have to apologize for my family,”

Coriolanus shook his head. “There’s no need to apologize,” he reassured. “You do not have to say anything. You’re not responsible for their actions, not now, not anytime,” he took your hand and kissed the back of it. “Now, how may I make my sweet girl feel better?”

It didn’t take long before the two of you were on each other like two cannibals competing to see who ripped off the other’s flesh first. Your lips crashed and molded into each other as your warm, wet tongues shoved down each other’s throats in desperate attempts to taste the other’s mouths. Coriolanus tasted like the champagne you planned on indulging yourself with later that night, feeling your mind buzz on the remnants of the alcohol. It ignited your nerves on fire.

It took your breath away when Coriolanus spun you around and pressed you against the bathroom sink, forced to look at the reflection. “Look at you, baby,” he panted, his lips red and swollen from the intense kiss he shared with you just seconds ago. “So fuckin’ pretty and fuckable. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,”

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, your eyes scanning the pathetic, needy look on your face. You gasped slightly as Coriolanus grabbed your jaw, preventing you from looking away. “I want you to look while I fuck you,” he said, pressing his hardened bulge into your backside which made your eyes slightly roll back into your head. “I know that pussy of yours is throbbing for me, hm? Is it, bunny?”

You opened your eyes and looked at the blush that was beginning to appear on your cheeks. “Mmm’yes,” you whined. “Want you so bad, please. But we have to be quiet. Can’t let my family hear us,”

Before you could say anything else, Coriolanus’s hand slapped onto your mouth making your gasps and breaths all muffled. “There’s a solution for you, my dove,” he murmured into your ear. “Now, here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to remove my hand and pull up that pretty little skirt of yours. Then, I’m going take off your panties, then fuck you in the ass. Am I clear?”

You and Coriolanus have indulged in anal before. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but it surely wasn’t unwelcome. Your pussy throbbed with anticipation at the thought of Coryo’s throbbing, hard cock in your tight asshole. You nodded, and he removed his hand from your mouth and cupped it in front of your lips. “Spit in my hand,” he ordered, and you drooled a generous amount of saliva into the palm of his hand.

You could hear his wet hand stroke himself in prep to enter you. With your skirt hiked up and your panties gone, you made sure to relax and breathe as you felt Coriolanus push the tip of his cock into your ass. Your efforts to stay quiet flew out the window as a primal, low groan escaped your throat as your ass became full of his dick.

“Fuuuck…” you groaned, hiking your leg up on the bathroom sink to allow Coriolanus to go deeper. God, it felt so fucking good having his dick deep in your ass. So dirty, and so fucking hot.

In a matter of moments, Coriolanus was thrusting his hips hard and deep inside you, making your mouth fall open in a silent cry of pleasure. You resorted to quiet curses and panting to help you express how good you were feeling in that moment. Goosebumps erupted on your skin. There was a slight sting to being penetrated in the ass, but it wasn’t painful to you. In fact, it only added to the overwhelming pleasure building in your nether regions.

“Such a tight fuckin’ ass,” Coriolanus murmured, grabbing your jaw once again. “Look at you, bunny, so fuckin’ needy for this cock in your ass, yeah?”

You had to be quiet. You needed too. But by god, the sound of Coriolanus speaking pure filth in your ears was insatiable. “Yes,” you growled through gritted teeth, your eyes flicking between your face and Coriolanus’s. “Fuckin’ love your cock in my ass, fuck,”

“Such a naughty girl,” he teased, taking a look down to watch his dick pump in and out of your hole. The sound of your panting and groaning mixed with Coriolanus’s grunts, slightly echoing throughout the bathroom.

You whined as you felt him withdraw from your hole, only for him to spin you around once again and help you on top of the bathroom counter. You willingly spread your legs and watched as Coriolanus re-entered your ass before withdrawing completely once more, and then he repeated these actions again, and again, and again.

“Stop teasing,” you whined, reaching a hand down to play with your pussy only for Coriolanus to swat your hand away, much to your dismay.

Coriolanus pinned both of your hands behind your back. “No touching. You’re going to come from my cock in your ass or you won’t come at all,”

You nodded obediently, your body rocking back and forth in time with his thrusts. You could feel your pussy drooling its juices from how unbelievably aroused you were. It was almost uncomfortable how badly your clit ached to be touched, but you wanted to obey your boyfriend’s orders, so you held back.

“My naughty bunny,” Coriolanus moaned. “Your ass is so tight around my cock. Feels so good. You’re making me feel so – fuck – so fucking good,”

Your mouth fell open as your panting grew more frequent. “Yes, fuck my ass,” you whispered. “Make me come from my ass, baby, please,”

“Are you close, love?”

“Yes, yes – fuck,” you threw your head back as moans threatened to escape your throat, your pleasure only heightened as Coriolanus pressed open-mouthed kisses all along your neck. You were about to come undone from just having his cock in your ass, and it was going to feel so, so good.

“Coming,” you mewled, your legs beginning to shake and the familiar feeling of an itching pulsation deep within your pussy. “Oh god, I’m coming from my ass. Fuck… fuck…!”

In an explosion of pleasure that made you see stars, your orgasm hit you like a truck as your juices gushed out of your pussy. You squeezed your eyes shut and gritted your teeth as it took every fiber of your being to not scream out in pure ecstasy. You continued to squirt all over yourself and Coriolanus’s cock. There was no doubt in your mind that your skirt was ruined.

Coriolanus withdrew from your hole to pump on his own cock until thick, white ropes hit your hole. The sound of his moans and groans pleasantly filled your ears. Your legs were still shaking, and you felt your breath nearly get knocked out of your lungs as you felt his shaft re-enter your ass, fucking his cum into you.

It took a good five minutes before the haze of your orgasm left your brain and you were able to think clearly again. You still sat on the kitchen counter as Coriolanus softly kissed your lips, praising you and telling you how good of a job you did.

“I love you,” you mumbled against his lips, holding his face with your hands.

You felt Coriolanus’s lips tug into a smile. “I know you do, my dove,”

It impressed you how well you cleaned yourself up as you prepared to join your family once again, but as you opened the door of the bathroom, your blood ran cold as you found your older sister waiting outside with a disappointed look on her face.

“Really?” she asked. “During dinner?”

God damnit.

don't be shy, let's talk. ♡

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your sugar daddy’s jealousy is something you’ll just have to get used to.

prompts. | Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “That’s no way to talk to your future husband.” + Daddy kink, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!sugar daddy!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, jealousy, possessiveness, obsession, lloyd being rude (not to reader), pet names, Daddy kink, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, power imbalance, forced engagement, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

Lloyd is your first sugar daddy, but you aren’t his first sugar baby. He knows the ins and outs of the entire relationship, what is expected and what isn’t. He showed you the ropes and, of course, tailored them to suit him best.

You find he isn’t too bad. Your friends warned you of the arrangement, worrying that you’ll grow attached or end up crashing down with no prospects at all. But Lloyd always shooed those thoughts away and quieted them with his lavish gifts and equally as tantalizing attention.

But the long stretches of absence and his secrecy make you want to break things off entirely. You know you’re not Lloyd’s girlfriend—you probably never will be. That doesn’t stop you from feeling lonely or as though you’ve been left out in the cold.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when the waiter brings you the menus, hand lingering on yours for a little too long. Lloyd notices this—of course he does. You both sit in the private room of the restaurant, which has been shut down and guarded for added measures.

You still don’t know what Lloyd does, but you hope you haven’t gotten yourself tangled up in something illegal.

The waiter still stands there. “S’that all, bus boy?” Lloyd rudely asks, and the younger man quickly scurries off once he sees the look on your sugar daddy’s face. 

Lloyd sighs and turns his attention back to you while you try to ignore what just happened and focus on choosing a meal. He stares at you intently, unnerving you. 

“You know what you’re getting, darling?” Lloyd questions, smoothing his mustache with his fingers. “Probably some pasta,” you joke, quickly glancing up at him. He nods, sipping on the wine that you both started with. “What about you, Daddy?” you ask, closing the menu and placing it on the table.

The older man grabs your left hand and holds it gently, a gesture he loves. He caresses your fingers, and it soothes you, making you want to get out of here and curl up in bed. 

Thankfully, Lloyd isn’t too crazy about sex. You’ve read stories about some sugar daddies pushing their sugar babies away with their insatiable needs, although they lacked the awareness to see that they were hurting those women. 

However, when you two do have sex, it is always mind-blowing.

“I’ll do the same. I think they have a good truffle pasta here. We’ll get that,” Lloyd says, and you smile. You both gaze at each other, almost lovingly, until the same waiter returns.

He clears his throat, and Lloyd snaps his eyes to glare at the younger man. He stutters before turning his attention to you, giving you a flirty smile. You recognize his intentions but ignore them. You’re not interested in anyone except for your sugar daddy right now.

“Are you ready to order?” he asks, and you nod before looking at Lloyd. He always does the talking for you. “We’ll get your truffle pasta, with a side of you not eye-fucking my girl like a little shithead. Got that? Oh, and a to-go box, too,” the older man says, and you gasp at his words.

“Daddy–” you start, and he tuts. “By the way, this wine? Your personal recommendation? It tastes like shit. I could make something better myself,” Lloyd sneers, and you wince. It’s certainly not the first time he’s been rude to someone else in front of you, but the root cause of it annoys you. 

Jealousy is an ugly, green-eyed monster that rears its head whenever you go out with Lloyd Hansen, even though your relationship is not like that.

“Y– Yes, Sir. Sorry. I’ll be right back with your order,” the waiter shivers in fear. He scurries off, and Lloyd chuckles. “Was that really necessary?” you hiss, voice no louder than a whisper. “Of course, princess. C’mon, don’t be mad at me. He’s been giving you the puppy eyes since we got here,” Lloyd coos. You sigh deeply. “So? That doesn’t mean you should insult him,” you continue, and Lloyd rolls his eyes. 

“What do you want Daddy to do? Huh? Apologize?” he scoffs. “Actually, yeah. You should apologize to him for being such an asshole, Daddy,” you fume, speaking harder than usual. You just wanted a nice night out.

“That’s no way to talk to your future husband, honey,” Lloyd chides, and you nearly laugh. “Future husband? Yeah, right.” You go to pull your hand away from his, but he doesn’t let go. Suddenly, you realize one of your digits feels a little heavier.

You look down to see an engagement ring on your fourth finger, with a fat rock that nearly blinds you. 

“You may be laughing now, but all that wedding planning is gonna make you cry. But don’t worry, Daddy’ll be there every step of the way.”

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ uzui tengen x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! written with the intention of being canon-divergent: tengen is in his early 20s when you marry and either you will be the only wife or the first (so no mention of the 3 wives here). term "bride" is used. virginity loss (and mention of sex hurting). unprotected sex. creampie. AUTHOR'S NOTE: tbh, i'm not a huge fan of this but i didn't work for hours not to post this lol so pls be nice... WORD COUNT: 3.1K PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED !!!!!!!（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

Marriage, it’s a means to an end for the women in your clan; how useful can you be if you’re not bearing children, and lots of them, to ensure that the livelihood of your bloodline (or rather, your husband’s) stands the test of your time? Affection is hardly guaranteed, intimacy only a factor when you’re underneath the man you’re promised to. You know this, were raised with this idea in mind. The very notion of love is an afterthought.

You aren’t expecting it. Did not think it would come to you, no matter who you were to wed. So as you’re seated, posture nice and proper, with your treasured koto lying in front of you as evidence of your many talents, you expect your heart to be tame when your betrothed walks through those doors.

So imagine your surprise when your heart betrays you, thumping at a rate you’ve only experienced during your harsh and diligent kunoichi training, when a certain Uzui Tengen, strongest of his family, strides in your line of vision with an aura unlike anything you’ve ever sensed before.

You feel silly, fingers trembling for a man you know only by his name on your tongue. It’s a sickly sensation, your stomach folding in on itself with nerves you didn’t count on. You nearly forget to bow, not wanting to tear your eyes away from the magnetism the man exudes for even a second but your mother is kind enough to press a firm palm to your back. You always thought she would want this more than you, but now you’re not so sure after coming face to face with someone the likes of him. 

Tengen grew up largely the same, if we are on the topic of principle alone. Children in the Uzui household are raised to care for aptitude and strength, not each other. Bloodshed is more common than a kind word. But while his father tried to hammer away the notion that wives are only good for childrearing and nothing else, Tengen couldn’t help but feel that his heart would sing for a woman to call his own.

A hope that comes to fruition the moment his eyes land on you, that very song he always longed for reaching a crescendo when you bless him with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. 

So the questions the faction head goes through end up mattering little in comparison to your answers. Every word, Tengen clings to. Even when you play the koto, fingers daintily and precisely plucking the strings to orchestrate a tune Tengen wants as his personal lullaby, all he can keep his eyes on is you. 

The attraction between the two of you is as sudden as it is all encompassing. You have never entertained the thought of love, much less love at first sight, yet here you are, completely and totally enamored with a man you hardly know. 

You didn’t think you would get swept up like this, didn’t think this passion would overtake your heart so easily and so strongly but you suppose this is fate and you aren’t about to question the gift it’s plopped onto your lap.

The clan leader is just about to take back the reins on the meeting, declare that a further review would take place, when Tengen pipes up loud and clear, with a fire in his eyes you would soon grow accustomed to.

“No need! This will be my bride!” 

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and it is throbbing. He sounds so sure, looks even more so with his brawny arms crossed over his puffed out chest and you can feel your vision wobble, his entire visage and the intention of his declaration striking you right where you sit. And with that, you refuse to allow any moment of silence to cross the room, for fear even a second could cost you the marriage. Your volume is on par with Tengen’s as you cry, “It would be my honor! Please,” You bow before the man, forehead kissing the tatami mat below when you continue, “bless me with the privilege to live alongside you for as long as either of us shall live.”

Those words… You mean them, can feel your tongue fanning the flames of your soul, embers burning bright for the man you are determined to make your husband. And it’s a role he is just as eager to take, having resolved to claim you since the moment your eyes met.

And he tells you as much when the two of you are finally alone, after the arrangement is all said and done.

“Come here.” Unlike your first meeting, Tengen’s voice here is tender and soft, a hand of his outstretched as he beckons you to come into the room the two of you will now share as husband and wife. Dressed in a nighttime garment with his hair down and face clean of any distractions, it’s no wonder you hesitate, in awe of the beauty of your spouse. You catch yourself staring, cheeks basking in newfound feverish warmth but your husband simply laughs. Not at you, not at your expense, but because you’re just too damn cute.

Your intention is to sit beside him, but Tengen has other plans. Not content with the idea of being apart from you any longer, he captures your hands in his and pulls, guiding you onto his lap. He feels your legs buckle and squirm until you’ve adjusted to the thick muscle just underneath his robe. This may be as foreign to him as it is to you, but it sure doesn’t seem like it. Must be the confidence that seems to come with everything Tengen does, like the grin he’s giving you right at this moment.

“Comfortable?” He asks, just as he runs a large palm down your spine until resting firmly on the small of your back. He cocks his head then, white tresses framing his strong jawline and you feel your heart rattling from his effortless charm. And to think, you have this man now and forever. It’s supposed to be daunting to a degree but this climate is nothing like the arranged marriages you’ve heard about in the district. Where you’re supposed to feel constrained, you feel cradled. Where you’re supposed to feel obligation, you feel true desire. 

“Mmhm,” Your hands travel from your body to his, walking up his torso and stifling a breath when you feel the firmness of his pecs waiting underneath his garb, “Very.” You notice the slight quiver in his chest on an inhale; it would be indiscernible to anyone else but to someone of your caliber, someone trained to analyze even the most minute changes in another person’s body, it’s all too apparent. “And you?” You feel called to touch more of him, fingertips trailing towards his center and dipping beneath the hemline of his clothing. 

He revels in your touch, craves more of it actually but Tengen is also enjoying the simplicity of this initial contact. You’ve inspired him to explore more of you, letting his other hand wander up your arm until it sweeps over your clavicle. He’s thoughtful in the way his thumb brushes strokes along the bone, admiring the finer details of your form. “Very.” He repeats, crimson eyes flitting to meet yours and you swear, you lose even the most basic skill of breathing just then. 

You realize then, just how close the two of you are. It should scare you, the intensity of this position but you can only think of wanting more when you look at Tengen’s strong features, the flare burning and circulating his pupils.

“Tengen,” You breathe, “Do you believe in fate?” 

He offers up a smile before moving his fingers up from your neckline until he has his thumb pressing down on the surface of your chin, the rest of his fingers crooked underneath to gingerly move your head, allowing him to admire your features from every angle. “Of course.” He sounds so certain, “How else would we have met?”

His words, they’re so sweet they litter goosebumps on your skin. But he doesn’t stop there. The pad of his thumb is now at your bottom lip, squishing the skin so he can watch the delightful way color drains from it. Your teeth poke out just a tad and you hear a soft rumble in the base of his throat, a groan he’s barely able to restrain at how delicious you look. “You need to know, I don’t do anything half-assed. I don’t take anything that’s beneath me.” You follow his direction, your head tilting to the side and god, he could just eat you up. Looking as disheveled as you do, hair flowing in the same direction with the collar of your garment starting to slide down the slope of your shoulder. 

You notice the pivot in his gaze, feel a tremble in your bones when he starts to speak again, “And what I do take…” You feel pressure on your back, Tengen working to close the gap between you two at last and all you can do is follow, desperately craving the same thing. “Is what I treasure.” 

And at long last, your lips touch, the hand at your face now withdrawing only for it to land squarely on your thigh, squeezing the supple flesh that awaits him there. You sigh, following suit and finally letting your fingers curl and grip knots into Tengen’s robe. You’ve never kissed, never known it could feel this good and it’s a high your brain won’t soon forget, even if your movements are naive and at times, clunky. 

When you part, it’s only for a breath. Tengen milks the opportunity though, drinking in the dazed look in your eyes, the gap between your lips as you try to find satisfaction apart from him. He knows what he wants, knows what he needs and that is to kiss you more.

You desire the same, knees at either side of Tengen’s body starting to cave in as the urge for more, more, more starts to overwhelm your very soul. You swoop in, kissing Tengen and stealing a glance at just the right moment so you can watch those pretty eyes of his flutter shut. His lips, they’re as firm as the rest of him but when he kisses you, it’s with a fondness you’ve never felt in your life. A care you’ll only ever want from him.

One kiss turns to two, then three until it’s like you’ve only known how to kiss him your whole life. The moment, it starts to feel so good that you unknowingly start to sink deeper into his lap, squeezing a throat groan from the man that you part your lips to swallow. You have to have more so your tongue crosses the threshold, sliding along his until the spit starts to trickle out the corner of your mouth and coat your lips in a glossy sheen.

Do you know what you’re doing to him? Do you understand that you’re reducing a man as strong as he into a melted mess? You feel his nails start to dig into your back, mimicking what you’re doing to his chest and you whimper. Not from pain, but from pleasure.

You don’t know when it happened, but you’ve stopped rubbing yourself on his meaty thighs and started grinding on the very prominent outline of his hardened cock. And now that you’ve started, you don’t want to stop. So you keep bumping yourself against his girth, keep winding yourself up and down, up and down over its thick weight because it sparks to life a tingling pleasure you’ve never imagined.

Tengen tries to grin into the kiss but he surprises himself when all he can offer up is a needy groan. What a little minx you’ve become, he should have expected this show of force but the surprise only quickens the blood flow to his shaft and you feel it, experience the twitch bouncing between your folds. He reminds you of the hold he has on you, one hand deepening the arch in your back while the other at your thigh starts to direct the rhythm of your hips. “Let me have you. Let me have all of you, my bride.” He growls so intently into your mouth that all you can do is nod your head and let his hands get to work.

“Need to see you, hold on.” Tengen’s back to the floor and you on top, he ushers you to come to a seat under his shaft so he can see how far up his long and heavy cock will go inside you. The sight is beautiful, perfect even as he bends his knees so you have something to recline on. The way he starts to pivot his pelvis, running the length of his shaft up your tummy is driving you mad. You’re so wet, it’s dripping onto the base of his member and he trembles once the droplets start to run down his fat and full sac. “Shit, you’re this wet for me? Come on, show me that you’re made for me.”

With that, you pick yourself up, giving yourself enough space to position his leaking tip at your entrance. The head of his dick is wide and swollen. Driblets of his pre-cum start to slather along your folds and as you start to lower yourself, you learn that his length, his width, is going to be a challenge.

But when have you ever turned down a challenge?

“Come on, that’s it.” Tengen’s hands find themselves latched onto your hips, the veins running down his knuckles making themselves known as his grip grows tighter and tighter. He watches your expression, takes note of how your twist and your brows furrow as you stretch for him and he starts to whisper gentle praises, telling you that you’re doing so good, doing so well for your husband.

And it’s like a cork pops when he finally gets the tip in. A whimper escapes you, as does a pant as you struggle to take him. You’ve known pain, trained for it even but this… He’s just massive, you feel like he could split you in two if either of you aren’t careful. Your gummy walls convulse, trying to adopt to the intrusion as best it can as you start to lower yourself inch by inch. 

“S-Shit. You could keep it there and I’d– Fuck.” Tengen throws his head back, crown digging into the mat while he stills himself inside you. Even though you’re clenched around him so firmly, you’re still dribbling your juices onto him, slathering him in your essence and he’s only a little past his glans inside you. “You’re so damn tight.”

When did you start drooling? When did tears start to prick at your waterline? The sensation of Tengen filling you out is all you can think about and even though it hurts, you want to work through the strain. “Is– s-so big, T-Tengen.” You whine and it shocks you, the frailty in your voice.

His head picked back up, Tengen can’t believe what he’s seeing. A bump is starting to take shape the more you sink down his cock, the evidence that he’s well inside you on a beautiful display for him. “You’re doing great. Taking me so fucking well.” You have him hissing, incapable of taking on a tone any louder than that– a true feat for the man with a voice that can command a room.

So he watches you with bated breath and the edge of his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as you take him right to the end, your ass coming to a snugly rest on his upper thighs. Neither of you move just then, wishing to enjoy the moment as it is.

You’re shaking, your entire body rocking on Tengen’s burly muscles and even though all he is doing is flexing his cock inside you, you paw incessantly on his chest. “T-Tengen…” 

He coaxes you to lower yourself, draw close to him so you’re chest to chest. Close enough to kiss, so he does. “Gonna move a little.” Accenting his words is the slow roll of his hips, the rigidity of his member expanding further into your core and while it still aches, you’re starting to weed out the bits and pieces of dizzying pleasure within. “This is all I need tonight, baby. Just this.” Tengen nibbles on your bottom lip, narrowed eyes still on you even as you kiss.

The nod you give is lazy, all your energy drained by every tremor, every squeeze of your cunt. “T-Tengen, t-touch me– t-touch me here.” You mewl, saliva dripping into your husband’s mouth as one of your hands shakily takes his. You mold his hand, direct it to cup your sopping heat. “P-Please, please, please.” 

You’ve never begged. But for him? You’ll do anything.

Huffing because every exhale turns into a stifled grunt, Tengen’s thick fingers start to run motions along your little bundle of nerves until he gets to a routine of toying with your clit. He follows your moans like a song, paying attention to what movement makes you sing the prettiest. He kneads your sweet muscle, swiping some of your slick and coating your clit until it too is drenched.

Lashes kissing and eyes rolling back, you begin to meet Tengen’s ruts as if it comes to you naturally. That’s what it feels like anyways, because you keep driving your hips back so expertly it must be instinctual. You continue at this pace for a while, your motions languid and his penetration deep. 

“Gonna cum,” Tengen suddenly grunts, rocking you forward so your forehead ends up docking against his, “and it’s gonna be inside.” This isn’t a question. This isn’t up for debate.

And you’re okay with that.

“Y-Yes, plea-please.” 

Pressure builds in his thrusts, he’s fucking into you with more strength but with the same speed and that’s just what he needs before you feel him emptying his hot and heavy load into you. It’s passionate, the kiss he gives you as he fills you up and makes you nice and wet for him to pump the remaining spurts of his seed. “Hnnghh, fuckkkkk.” The thunderous moan has you trembling, your hole spasming around your husband’s cock as you too start to feel an overwhelming wave of bliss wash over you.  It’s amazing how gentle this boisterous, big man can be as he helps you off his cock, so much of him leaking out of you almost instantly as he does so. And it’s amazing, how he massages your stomach afterwards, soothing your various muscles for all their hard work. And it’s amazing, how at home you feel, in his arms and against his chest, falling asleep to the chorus of his heartbeat after a long, long night.

[jaesqueso]

member: jaemin

▶︎ “After Hours” by The Weeknd

genre: smut

3.5k follower celebration ❤︎

word count: 973

warnings: toxic relationship, alcohol, oral, unprotected sex

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Intense. Caotic. Toxic. That’s what you and Jaemin are. Love so intense that when you two are together everything turns caotic and you end up being toxic to each other. You can’t even count the amount of times you broke up and made up again. But you love him. And you know he loves you too.

You started as friends but you fell for each other and needed more. Became boyfriend and girlfriend and it all seemed to go well until it didn’t and you broke up just to get back together a few days later.  This repeated like a vicious cycle until you couldn’t take it anymore and you went back to being strangers. But that didn’t last long because you just wanted each other too much to let go completely. So you tried fuck buddies, friends with benefits, all type of casual sex agreements you can think of, but the thrust issues and the jealousy just keep talking louder than the feelings you have never say out loud but can’t get rid of.

Both of you know you’re better off without each other, but you just can’t help coming back to the others’ arms. Each time he promises to be a better man, cut down the alcohol and stop looking at other girls, but he lies to you and himself. Each time you promise to be a better women, being les clingy and stop getting mad at everything, but you lie to him and yourself.

Right now, you don’t know what you are. All you know is that when you need him he’s there and when he calls you come running. And that’s exactly why you’re knocking at the studio’s door at 2am with snacks and booze you got on the way.

“Why are you still here?” You ask as you sit down and pass him a bottle. “You should be home resting.”

“You sound so hot when you worry about me.” Jaemin smirks before chugging on his drink. “But I need to finish up this album and I’m totally blanking out. Needed some inspiration.”

“So am I your inspiration or are you talking about the alcohol?” Getting up, you make your way to where he’s sitting in front of the mixing desk.

“Why not both?” He takes your hand and pulls you to his lap.

“And all this time I was worried about others girls when my real competition was vodka.” You wrap your arms around his neck, getting comfortable.

“Oh c’mon, baby, it’s not just vodka, I like all kinds of alcohol.” You both chuckle. “But when it comes to girls, you’re the one that’s on my mind.”

“If you keep lying like that, one day I’ll believe it.” Bringing your face closer, your lips ghost over his.

“I hope you know I mean it.”

Finally he closes the distance with an intense kiss. There’s no lovey docey slowness anymore with you too, when you get down to business you don’t want to waste time with teasing, you just want to enjoy every second together. That’s why, just a few seconds into making out, clothes start coating the floor of the studio.

His kisses drop to your neck as his hands grope your now naked breast, making your soft moans echo around the room. Earning for more, your hips start rolling against the tent on his underwear, only making it get bigger.

“Already this hard?” You ask, pleasantly surprised.

“What can I say, you can turn me on with just a touch.” Jaemin whispers, making you gasp when he pinches your nipples.

Running one of your hands down his torso, as he hisses against your skin, you sneak your hand inside his underwear to get a good grip on his growing dick. As you pump his member, his hands move from your breast to your back, tracing down the lines of your body until they roughly group your ass. But his touch his naughty, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing your covered entrance, both of them.

“I just want your body riding slow on top off me.” He whispers and you follow the command.

Freeing his cock, you get rid of your underwear and make his wish come true, lowering yourself on his length. Without wasting any time, you start moving your hips, hands on his shoulders for leverage. As he drops his head back with a groan, you get your chance to attack his neck, knowing damn well he made sure to leave marks on yours.

Getting excited, you ride him faster, making sure his whole length is fully inside you in each trust, but that is working too well for Jaemin. As he feels his orgasm approach he tries to slow you down, his hands gripping your hips, but you’re getting your way regardless. That’s why he decides to change things up so he doesn’t kill the party so soon.

In a quick skilled move, he lifts you up and bends you over the mixing table. You try to be careful with your hands not to touch any buttons, but lose all sense of reality when he kneels down behind you and runs his tongue between your folds.

You can’t stop your moans as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. By now he knows exactly how to swirl his tongue to make you go crazy and it almost terrifies you how well he knows your body.

But as your legs start to shake, Jaemin knows it’s time for the grand finally. Getting up, he enters you without a warning, loving sounds leaving your mouth as he thrust deep into you, chasing both your highs. And to no surprise, it doesn’t take long for you to cry each others’ names as your juices mix between your legs.

“Thank you, baby, my Inspiration is back.”

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[miss-eli-starfleet]

didn't you say you are going to leave this place because of, and I quote "too many alphabet people"? please hurry up and get out of here, we don't need hateful people spreading bigoted views in here. while you are at it, quit playing Sky too, since its core message is literally "love everyone". and considering how many queer people play Sky, some of your constellation friends are also part of the "alphabet". Oh, let's not forget that all spirits and elders are canonically nonbinary and use they\them. And that is not to mention that people who created this game are openly LGBT too, like Ash and Aimi, the concept artists without whom the game wouldn't exist. Spitting into the well you drink from, huh? honestly, how can you call yourself Christian when all Jesus taught was to love your neighbor and be kind, while you spew hate and bigotry. I hope you grow and become a better person. When you stand in front of God, he will ask you about what YOU did in your life. Being hateful is undoubtedly not an answer he will want to hear.

Heyo!

I’ll admit I was blunt and harsh with my post there, and each day I do try to grow and be a better person. Yeah, at the moment I wrote that I was probably angry and frustrated and I’ll admit that perhaps airing out my frustrations that way wasn’t the best choice.

You are right in the fact that Jesus taught us all to love one another, be kind, love others as you would love yourself. Christ sat and dined with sinners, prostitutes, tax collectors, etc yet he didn’t partake in their sin nor did he support/encourage them in their sin. Christ forgave, and had compassion for all sinners, but when he forgave these people and healed them, he would say, “Now go and sin no more.”

Every. Single. Time. (To my recollection, correct me if I’m wrong)

The reason why I choose not to support the LGBT movement is because those values (homosexuality, lust, trans) go against God. God created man to be with woman and only within a God ordained marriage, can they then have sex. Anything outside of that is considered a sin. Plus, regarding the trans movement, it also goes against God’s creation because we are created in his image and God doesn’t make mistakes when creating someone.

When I stand before God, yeah, he’s gonna ask me what I did in my life. But in turn he’s also gonna ask you what you did in your life.

That post might’ve portrayed me out to be “I hate LGBT”, but I’m honestly just annoyed because all this pride stuff is being shoved in my face everywhere I look. I just disagree with the LGBT movement and do not support it. I have many friends both in-game and in real life who are “alphabet’ people, but it doesn’t affect our friendship (on my end at least). I TRY not to judge, because Jesus also called us not to judge. But just like you are allowed to disagree with the way I live (am Christian), I am also allowed to disagree with the way you live. That is not hateful. It’s just disagreement in lifestyles.

If you think disagreement is hateful and bigotry, maybe re-think your definition of disagreement. Even so, learning to agree to disagree is a very valuable skill in life. There are 8 billion ? people on this planet and I guarantee that most if not all of them think differently than you do and will disagree with you (not just on LGBT but other things too). And learning to cope with that and learning to cope with the concept of being “offended” is also a really valuable skill in life; you’re gonna be offended in this life.

Plus, the concept of pride is a sin. It doesn’t even have to be surrounding the LGBT movement, pride of anything is considered a sin by God’s standards.

And then about the non binary spirits thing; yeah that might be canon in Sky, but I still see them as women and men. And I am allowed to do that because I am allowed to have an opinion. Just like you are allowed to have an opinion. You can tell me a thousand times that in Sky canon, the spirits are non-binary and go by they/them pronouns, but I’m still gonna see them as men and women and he/her pronouns, respectively. Plus, these are just video game characters so the concept of “misgendering” them is impossible. At the end of the day, it’s just pixels on your screen.

Feel free to shoot me another “ask” if you want to respond anonymously.

[gojoest]

—𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝

.°⊹ featuring: iwaizumi hajime

.°⊹ tags/warnings: MDNI, fem!reader, fwb to lovers (?), no explicit content, mentions/hints of sex (protected), alcohol, he makes pancakes for you, this is a repost btw

.°⊹ wc: 1.2k+

As usual, Hajime woke up early and decided to let you sleep some more. The idea of surprising you with breakfast suddenly popped up in his mind. Not sure why but he quite often came across women who slept until noon if he didn’t wake them up. The exact opposite of him. Anyway, he wasn’t complaining. He’d rather have some time for himself in the morning than wake up to a river of words and claims for attention.

But you were rather peculiar. You rarely met each other and hardly kept in touch, only when the circumstances allowed it.

You were discreet, considerate, distant in daylight but completely dedicated and giving at night, with a bright and memorable presence between the sheets that any man would appreciate — a combination that was well worth the attention and effort of making breakfast.

It first happened in a hotel. Quite the cliché. He was away on a trip with friends that one night dragged him to that stupid hotel party they were all staying at with a lot of people getting completely wasted for no good reason. You were one of the few women with a high alcohol tolerance who could drink on par with men until five in the morning and then walk elegantly and in a perfectly straight line to their room in those very high heels. And apparently, you were staying in the same hotel.

It was about 2am when the party had gotten to its ‘marmalade’ phase where everyone was as drunk as a skunk and made no more sense, which is why Hajime decided to return to his room.

He was just leaving the bathroom — he had taken a long shower to wash off the cigarette smell from himself, and was about to head to sleep when he heard a cautious knock on the front door, followed by a playful nail scratching staccato.

Hajime opened the door and… there you were — standing in front of him, barefoot, body wrapped in a towel, hair damp and reflecting glare from the dim light in the hallway, holding keys in one hand and hotel condoms in the other. It really wasn’t just a rumor and some hotels really did provide condoms by default in each room. How convenient, he thought.

You were standing there unequivocally, in complete silence, radiating a captivating combination of temptation, vulnerability, anticipation and determination. Usually, Hajime was repulsed by direct women. But you didn’t cross the threshold, nor did you say anything until he stepped back to make room for you to walk through the door. You passed Hajime, completely dismissing eye contact with him until you turned around and gave him a half-hearted look. You didn’t say a word. You didn’t even take off your towel. But he did. He had to take on the role of an accomplice in this fascinating crime.

When already in bed, Hajime decided to make pretend to be a fool to ease this weird mixture of anxiety and excitement growing in his stomach.

‘Are we drunk enough?’, he asked quietly.

‘Does it matter?’, you instantly replied.

It didn’t.

Neither of you said a single word all night besides yes, no and come with me whenever one of you headed to the bathroom several times in order to take a refreshing shower and wash off the sweat from your bodies… only to repeat the cycle all over again. Hajime found it very special that you followed him to the bathroom right after the very first time together. It felt like he would somehow forever remain connected with you. It was kind of paradoxical because rarely a woman would follow a man to the bathroom that quickly, especially right after having her legs spread open and then fucked senseless. The female understanding of intimacy sure has strange dimensions sometimes, he thought to himself.

You left him alone in the bathroom barely in the morning and when he returned to the room you were already gone.

During breakfast in the hotel restaurant, you didn’t even look at him. You sat at the next table and Hajime was trying to simulate a somehow active conversation with his friends while occasionally averting his gaze to look at you. After breakfast was over you took your car and left.

Although discreetly and rarely, you continued to see each other. He admired how you’d appear and disappear without leaving even a tiny trace of your presence. You never left behind anything of your own that’d somehow bind you together — no clothes, no underwear, no toothbrush, no jewelry. Nothing. You’d come and go quietly, on time, without pretentions, without obsessions and without promises.

You didn’t talk much about yourselves, you didn’t share anything more than your touches and your bodies. When you were together the passion swelled so much that it filled all the space around you and condensed on the windows. After just a few hours with you Hajime could live without sex for weeks. Yes, he could — without the usual sex, but not without sex with you.

He made pancakes; also opened a jar of wild strawberry jam. Did you actually love sweets? He didn’t know, just assumed you would since most women loved sweet stuff. But again — you were rather peculiar.

Hajime involuntarily imagined a drop of the red jam falling on your naked breasts and only half a second later he felt an explosive energy in his groin area, strong enough to move a cement mixer with a single push. Nobody made him feel like that but you.

Before waking you up and serving breakfast, he decided to take a shower. On his way to the bathroom, Hajime looked at the windows across the street where the city had slowly started waking up. Probably behind those windows and balconies, in someone’s kitchen people were already talking, making coffee, waking up their children, siblings, parents. He could almost hear their endless morning chit-chats.

Hajime stood in the shower for a long time, just thinking about the relationship he had with you. Could he actually call that a relationship? What was the phrase again… no strings attached? Friends with benefits? Until he caught feelings. He wasn’t sure exactly when that happened. But at some point whenever you got together his heart would start pounding like crazy and dozens of butterflies would flutter around in his stomach. Did you feel the same way? He didn’t know. You were impossible to read and there was no way he’d ask you directly. Hajime couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

He finally got out of the bathroom, wrapped himself in a towel and went back to the kitchen to set the table for breakfast. The pancakes were cold. He loved them hot but you preferred them cold. He had no clue why you shared such an insignificant detail with him. He had never made pancakes before. In fact, he had never cooked breakfast for someone else before. And he wasn’t sure why he was doing it right now. Is it because he felt insecure? Because this might be your last weekend together? He never knew when you’d stop coming to him. Unease.

You left right after breakfast and Hajime went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He stood at the doorstep for a few minutes just observing your toothbrush standing next to his in the holder.

That alone — a simple toothbrush you left behind, was enough to make this uneasiness disappear.

[buckyseternal]

rumlow with the letter Y please and thank you

I actually really like this one and I love writing for rumlow 👀 (and let’s just pretend that he’s not hydra for the sake of me staying sane) prompt: yearning – how much/often do they like to get frisky? warnings: unprotected sex, fingering (f rec), mutual masturbation, squirting, public sex, light exhibitionism 18+ only, minors DNI

Rumlow is someone who likes to fuck. the man is insatiable. you could be walking around your apartment, making a cup of tea in some old, oversized t-shirt and your sleep shorts, and seeing you reach up for a mug would just set him off. the next thing you’d know, he’s right behind you with his large hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin, pressing his obviously hard cock against your ass. times like these where it happens spontaneously and you’re all alone, it’s all giggles and smiles and playfully telling him to stop, while he just leaves trails of kisses down your neck, shoulders, back, chest, wherever he can reach. he’d pull your panties to the side to waste no time burying himself in you in one solid motion.

other times though, it’s not so private. just finishing with some training, you’re walking to the locker room and showers to freshen up. it’s empty in the whole room, and you turn the shower on before stripping and closing the curtain for a bit of privacy. it doesn’t last long though, rumlow slipping in behind you.

your eyes widen, taking in his naked form in front of you when you turn around. “Brock, you can’t- what are you-”

“didn’t think I’d miss a chance to be with my girl, huh?” he pulls you close, lips attaching to your neck in the spot that sends shivers down your spine.

“you can’t- someone could walk in,” you try to protest, but it’s no use. the man is on a mission, and nothing could stop him.

you soon became lost in his presence, lips meeting his in a fiery kiss. his tongue pushed past, kissing you like his life depended on it. you moaned quietly into his mouth, feeling his fingers trail down and start to rub your clit. your hand came down to grab his cock, already half hard, and you could feel him growing with each stroke you gave him.

his fingers slipped past your clit, toying with your opening and eventually plunging in as deep as he could with the angle he was at. your head fell back, resting on the tile of the shower wall as your pussy fluttered around his fingers.

“need you,” you breathed out, not wanting to cum anywhere except his cock in that moment. spinning you around, he pressed you to the wall before pushing into you, groaning at the pressure.

“fuck, so tight. always so tight for me,” he managed to say through gritted teeth. he began to set a fast pace, one of his hands gripping your hip to keep you in place for him and the other hand next to your head. you could see the veins in his arms as it flexed beside you, no doubt he was trying to hold back.

small whimpers came out of your mouth with each thrust, but then you heard it. two women had walked into the locker room, talking and laughing about something that had happened earlier on in the day.

“wait- Brock, we have to-” his hand clamped over your mouth, but he didn’t let up. if anything, he was fucking into you harder than before.

“just gonna have to keep those pretty sounds in. wouldn’t want them to hear you,” you clenched down at that. he chuckled, a devilish, almost cruel sounding chuckle like he had something in mind. “oh you like that, huh? like the idea of someone walking in on us fucking in the shower, watching us. watching you come apart on my cock. you’d like that, wouldn’t you baby? dirty fucking slut.”

at that moment, he made it his mission to make you cum, hard. keeping one hand clamped around your mouth to stifle your moans, his other hand came down to lift your leg up, gripping underneath your thigh. your eyes practically rolled back into your head when he did, the new position making him fuck impossibly deeper into you. you tried your best to hold the moans in, but his cock was sliding in and out of you so easily with the water trailing down your bodies and the slick that basically poured out of you from the whole situation, and it all made you extra sensitive.

“better quiet down, sweetheart, I think they heard you,” he nipped at your ear, sucking and leaving marks all on your neck. he was getting close, but he could feel the way your pussy tightened around him like a vice at the very concept of the women hearing you across the locker room.

he angled his cock to hit your sweet spot, hearing your choked whimpers each time he thrust into you. your orgasm hit you hard, your hands pressing into the shower wall, trying to grab a hold of anything you could. you could feel him continue to press into that same spot, and could feel yourself gush around him, the liquid leaking down your leg.

“there you go, let it out. look at you, squirting for me, so goddamn- fuck,” he buried himself in you deep, practically growling in your ear as he came. you could feel his cum fill you, watch it drip down your thighs and mix with the shower water.

he let your other leg down and made sure you were steady to stand up, pressing kisses to your back and shoulders as his hands ran along your waist and stomach. you felt dizzy almost, the steam from the hot shower mixing with your post-orgasmic haze as you turned around and looked up at him, getting on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“you ruined my shower,” you whispered, smiling up at him.

he chuckled. “I probably ruined those two agents’ days too. It was worth it.”

[negansbackdoorwhore]

can i please get 34 from the prompt list with either jeffrey or negan <3

Warnings: angst, smut

Negan wasn’t one to fold easily under ultimatums. He wants to stay in control especially with his relationships. Seeing you was his favorite thing but he also had other woman on speed dial. He could swoon the pants of any woman with his sexy charm and the fact he was the president of the local biker club. But it wasn’t enough for you and it killed him to have you want him exclusively. He couldn’t have it and let his pride overrule his true emotions.

That was months ago and Negan kept his appearance up for his friends and shit. But going home was empty and felt so lonely. He called numerous girls to satisfy him but it wasn’t the same. The sex was okay but he kept secretly wishing it was you instead. It was way better when it was you and knowing you would stay with him to cuddle and give you the affection he craved. Other women wanted to give the same thing but he wasn’t having it. There were times he would want to pick up his phone and call but he didn’t want himself to fall easily.

That was fine until seeing you in at the farmer’s market with some guy. He saw you at a stand admiring the watermelons and almost approached you after no contact. But then seeing some dude come over next to you made him clench his fists. He wanted to kill that guy but bit back the motion once your eyes made contact with his. Not a word said as he turned around and got on his bike.

He felt was a ball of anger all day and snapping at anyone who wanted to talk to him. He closed himself off from everyone by shutting off his phone and staying in his home. He hit his own wall a couple times before hearing the sound of knocking on his front door. Negan’s first instinct was to ignore it but the knocking kept going on and on. It was making feel crazy and rushed over to throw open his door. He was going to bark out a string of swears until realizing it was you.

“Why are you here?”

“Oh, so I don’t even get a hello? I knew this was a bad idea.” You went to walk away but Negan grabbed your arm in hopes you would stay.

“Wait. I’m sorry, just had a bad day.”

“It wouldn’t be because of earlier today, right?”

Negan sighed as he let his head fall forward with the feeling of his fingers squeezed your arm. You removed his hand and stepped into his home, the memories flowed at the sight. You always spent your free time here when you were seeing each other.

“Look, seeing you today was a lot for me. And with another man made me feel some tough shit like a punch in my gut.”

“You think it was easy on my end? You don’t seem to give a fuck after making your choice. Negan I’m just here to see if you’re okay.”

“I appreciate it and…”

“Stop. You seem fine so now I’m leaving.” Negan bit his lip and watched you step toward the door. He was going to let you go but his gut told him something different. Without thinking he stopped you by pressing himself against the back of your body. You couldn’t see anything but the frame of the door and felt Negan’s touch. Fuck, you missed him.

“I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

He said against the shell of your ear that caused you to shudder. You planned on leaving but now with him so close, you just wanted to pull him even closer. You made the first move by turning around and reach up to kiss his lips. They felt like what you’ve been missing for these last months and he couldn’t deny the craving. His lips hungry and now growing needy for you.

Negan made a fast move to pick you up in his arms and pinned you to the floor. It was sloppy and rushed as he worked off your pants. You were feeling breathless as he kept kissing you with all the want he held for you. Your hands held his shoulders and groaned once the touch of his cock was against your panties.

“Baby. I fucking missed this.” He moaned against your neck and pushed your legs on his waist. You whimpered when he ripped your underwear to push his cock on your velvet opening. His eyee made contact with yours and you felt him go inside you. He gasped at how good you felt and your hands reached to caress his face. Negan leaned to kiss you deeply as he stroked into you. You both wanted to prolong this but the feeling was too good.

After finishing, Negan insisted on you staying for a bit. You would protest but he was all sweet and already bringing you to rest on his couch. He brought you into his arms and a blanket to cover up.

“Sorry about your panties. I couldn’t help myself.” He mumbled against your head before laying a soft kiss on you. You didn’t respond as you were focused on cuddling into his body.

“If you let me. I want to be yours and only yours. I can’t see myself wanting anyone else but you Baby.”

“Okay.” You answer and reach to kiss him while his arms squeezed your body.

[aphrostarot]

Astrology and The Sexes: Taurus Men

The Taurus Man:

Title: “The Idol” 

For simplicity's sake, I will use the pronouns “he/him” for the male versions of the signs and “she/her” for the female versions of the signs. This is not to say that the people who identify with the male or female versions of each sign identify with those pronouns. This post is focusing on the different sexes (male vs female) not gender. Gender is fluid and I am in no way labeling people with these posts. Also, these posts are focusing solely on the Sun signs of each zodiac, other birth chart placements may cause someone to not fit into everything I have described.

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Mind (how they think):

Taurus is one of the two signs ruled by Venus (the other is Libra). Venus is a feminine planet, so, when it comes to describing a Taurus regardless of sex, they tend to be very feminine. 

A Taurus man tends to be quite submissive in life, not just when it comes to sex. They are not the type to start a physical fight, however, if they are caught in the middle of one they will fight if it is something worth fighting for. 

When making plans with him he will be pretty compliant. He wants people to like him so, he will not go against the group. 

He has an almost inability to be assertive which can be quite annoying when you are trying to get information out of them. They are very cryptic in conversation. They will not outright say what they want to tell you, especially when it may hurt you. So, instead, they will beat around the bush and leave you feeling quite confused. 

The thing about a Taurus man is that he withholds parts of himself on purpose. When you are talking to him and trying to get to know him, it almost always seems as though he is leaving things out, and not giving you the whole story. This is because he is. He knows that people fall to their knees around him when he is a bit “mysterious” so, he uses this to his advantage. 

He is very slow when it comes to making decisions. He wants to weigh the pros and cons and wait and watch before he even decides to move. This may be aggravating if you are someone who is more spontaneous. 

He likes to be worshiped by the people around him and makes sure he presents himself in just the right way for people to do this. 

He is ruled by the Gods, Adonis, Hyacinthus, and Narcissus. 

His personality can be compared to Ferdinand the Bull, who is constantly rolling around in a bed of roses. He would much rather stop to smell the roses and go out for a stroll than charge headfirst into battle. 

He wants to be the perfect employee when it comes to work so, he will do whatever he is asked no questions asked. He portrays himself as a team player, and as just one of the guys when he is around men. But, when he is around women in senior positions he is a walking, talking, innuendo. 

Instead of trying to dominate a situation and end up in a leadership role, he wants to cultivate common ground with people.

Taurus men enjoy cultivating things, especially people who will worship them. Rather than keeping his ever-growing flock on a leash, he chooses to dangle himself in front of them and just out of reach. The reason for this is that he enjoys the attention.

He may have been raised in a female-dominated household and because of this, he learned from a young age that men should be submissive, especially when it comes to dealing with women. 

He is his mother's favorite child, and she will often times make all of his decisions for him and this will continue on into his adulthood. He is a momma's boy and often times considers his mom to be one of his best friends.

When it comes to the relationships in his life, whether they be a lover or a friend, he keeps them on a shelf and expects them to be there for him whenever he needs them. He views them as belonging to him rather than as a person. 

Since he has always allowed his mother to be overbearing in his life he will often times seek that out in a female partner. He usually wants to marry someone who embodies the traits of his mother. He definitely has an Oedipal complex whether he is aware of it or not. 

Body + Soul (what they look like inside and out):

The Taurus man is the perfect example of the strong silent type. They have trouble articulating their thoughts, and because of this, they believe that the less they say the better. 

His inherent sensuality is seen as totally nonthreatening to women. 

Taurus men are the epitome of being written by women. 

Typically he is leaner or taller than the others in his family. If not, he has seemly perfect proportions that make him look as though this is true. 

He sailed through puberty without any zits, excessive hair, etc. which may have annoyed the other boys his age. 

He seems to have perfect skin, with not a singular pore in sight. 

He also has facial hair that is usually heavy on his lip and chin. 

His style is pretty nonchalant. Usually wearing casual but pricy clothes. Typically he wears jeans, blazers, sweaters, loafers, etc. 

He is on top of his grooming routine yet, he still tends to look like he just rolled out of bed because of his unruly hair. 

He always seems so elegant even if he isn’t. 

They all seem to look like David of Michelangelo in some way shape or form.

He has full lips that always appear to be moist. Balantatly sensual. 

Usually has a bony face and hollowed cheeks. 

His eyes and jaw appear to be lazy. His jaw always seems to be somewhat slack. 

He has very thick eyelashes. 

Taurus’ are ruled by their neck so, their necks seem to always be the focal point of themselves. His neck is very thick and muscular. Not very long but definitely pronounced. On the other hand, they may have the opposite of that and have a semi-long thin neck.

His body tends to not be very muscular looking but this is not to say he isn’t strong just more on the lean side. 

His shoulders tend to be broad and bony. 

He has a lot of boyish qualities to him. He doesn’t have much body hair, and the hair he does have tends to be pretty sparse on his body. 

His torso tends to be quite long with a happy trail that is a bit full. 

He has quite a big penis. 

His ass is usually pretty firm, not very big but still firm. 

He is very indulgent in food, drink, sex, or anything that gives him a buzz. 

He can be quite clumsy especially when tipsy. 

When he is angry or excited his voice may get high or squeaky.

Sex + Sexuality (what they are like in bed and what they look for in a mate):

Taurus Man Interested in Women:

Because of his childhood, he tends to believe that in a heterosexual relationship the woman has more control. So, he usually goes for a more assertive, leader type in women. 

He usually has a gaggle of women following him around ogling at him. He seems as though he doesn’t notice them or that he doesn’t care for the attention but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He loves having people at his beck and call to satisfy his needs whenever he pleases. 

His first sexual encounter may have been with an older woman, where he played the role of her sugar baby. If his first sexual partner was with someone his age or younger, she was still the more dominant partner. 

He likes a woman to dominate him. He gets off on allowing a woman to have her way with him. 

He wants to be his woman's possession, literally and figuratively. So, nothing turns him on more than a woman who says that she would stop at nothing to keep him. 

He believes that any woman would be lucky to be with him. 

He expects the woman to make the advances sexually. He rarely is the one to make the first move. 

He will rarely enter a relationship with a woman unless he is absolutely positive she wants him. 

He is looking for security and guidance in life and in relationships. 

When he is alone with a woman he is incredibly cuddly and needs constant coddling and physical signs of reassurance. This is also the case for him in sex. 

He rarely is interested in masturbation. This is because what gets him off the most is watching someone get off on him. 

He isn’t really active in the bedroom or vocal. It may be hard for his partner to tell if he is enjoying himself because he seems to just lay there.  This is because he is most often lost in the stimulation of it all.

It takes him a while to climax when compared to other men. His stimulation threshold is very high.

Women tend to think they are in for some pretty rough sex when it comes to him. However, this couldn’t be further from the truth. He would much rather live in the anticipation of it rather than the act of it. This is true for him getting off on a woman gasping at the size of him. 

He seeks out a patient and understanding partner who wants tender sex. 

He likes to tease his partner in the bedroom. Only allowing them to experience pleasure from him for small amounts of time here and there. This makes them want him even more, which is exactly what he wants. 

He is not one to discriminate when it comes to a partner and he may oftentimes go after a fat partner. 

He has an oral fixation. Most often preferring to eat his partner out and he is very good at it. 

He naturally understands what a woman wants and is very good at giving her exactly that. 

Taurus Man Interested in Men:

The straight Taurus man wants attention and to be worshiped but, the gay Taurus man is not this way. He craves more of a deeper connection than just attention. 

He wants a partner that will understand and maybe even want a more sensually fulfilling lifestyle. Someone who wants a nice house, filled with beautiful furnishings, regular luxurious vacations, and preferably a small close-knit friend group. 

He nurtures his partners and enjoys giving them advice. Because of this, he tends to go after younger guys who he can become a mentor or father figure. 

In sex, he wants to be in control. Not necessarily dominating his partner, but rather, being able to show his partner how much he cares for him via being on top. 

He wants his partner to heal sexually with him. He wants to break all of the stigmas around sex that his partner may have experienced in the past. 

He would much rather be a passive top. Having his partner be on top and him doing him from below. 

He still wants his body worshiped though. This is something that doesn’t change from the Taurus man interested in women. 

He likes his partner to grovel at his feet. This is an intense experience of intimacy that he gets off on. 

He does not like role-playing or bringing other individuals into the bedroom. This is another thing that doesn’t change from the Taurus man who is interested in women. 

This is because Taurus men tend to be pretty jealous and possessive over their partner regardless of their sexual orientation. 

He will fight to keep his partner regardless of sexual orientation and anyone who messes with this bull and his lover will get his horns.

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 31: Coercion

To the Brotherhood

Summary:  Carter and Bryce have the biggest surprise for you

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Reader X Bryce Langley

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, road head, groping, implied fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, double penetration, anal sex, praise kink, creampie, gang bang, mentions of murder, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.8K

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You run out ahead of the two boys who just wouldn’t leave you alone.  Turning back to look at them you giggle, as they try to reach out for you, “Missed me again, Carter!” You continue running, until Bryce is able to catch up, jumping in front of you, and Carter comes from behind.  

“Caught you, Starlight,” Bryce says, placing an open mouth kiss to your neck.  Carter’s hands start to roam around your hips, dipping lower when you push them away.

“No, no sharing yet.”

“Why?” Bryce whines.  He sticks his lower lip out, while Carter rests his chin on your shoulder.  “We’ve been taking turns and watching for awhile.  Can’t we just try and share?”

“Yeah, Starlight, we will be so good for you.”

With Carter’s arms around your hips, and you grow wetter by the second, you look at Bryce.  Would it be so bad, and terrible if you just let them share you like they had wanted.  Taking turns with them had been fun.  You loved having Carter taunt Bryce, while he slowly stroked his cock.  Or when Bryce had you in the floor fucking into you, while Carter pretended to be watching a movie.  The strain in his pants proved just how much he had enjoyed the show.

“Have you ever heard of men sharing women?”

“You have no idea,” Carter responds, nibbling on your ear.  “Come on, let’s go back to the house,” your body stiffens up.  There was something off about that house.  The boys wanted to act that you were being silly, but there were secrets within those walls.  

“Why don’t you tell me who else lives there?” You cock up your eyebrow, pulling Bryce closer to you and Carter.  Letting them get a tiny taste of sandwiching you.  

“Why is it any of your business?  It’s just an old frat house. Some of the alums visit with their wives, or girlfriends, and they like things to stay quiet.  I think they’re all there tonight.  Maybe after we’ve got you loosened up, you can meet them,” Bryce’s slots his lips against yours, while Carter kisses along your neck.  His body rocks into the back of your ass, and it just felt so damn good.

“But, won’t people hear?” You pant out.  Carter smiles on your neck, starting to nip at the sensitive area.  “I mean won’t — people care?”

“A couple of the members are in a poly relationship.  This isn’t just sex,” Bryce’s hand kneads on your tit,  and you start to melt on him.  “It’s nothing, and even if there weren't others, who cares?  Don’t me and Carter make you feel good?”

Carter’s hands start drifting up your dress, and your body folds, pushing your ass into him, whimpering out both of their names, “Wouldn’t you like to know what we both feel like in you?  We would treat you so good, it would open up so many more opportunities.  They’ll love you.”

“I want both of you,” your voice was already wrecked, and they hadn’t done anything.  Feeling over your body out in the open, and you really just wanted them inside of you.

“Of course you do,” Carter says as a car pulls up.  He opens the door letting Bryce and yourself crawl in, and gives a nod to the man in the front.  You were letting their hands continue to tease you, not caring that there was a girl leaned over in the front seat.  Her head bobbing on the driver’s dick.  You didn’t pay any attention to her gagging as she sucked the life out of him through his cock.  Or notice how that car was randomly right where Carter and Bryce needed them to be.  No, you didn’t care.  

You had a leg draped on either side of them as they took turns palming you over your covered core.  The three of you in the oddest make out ring.  Taking turns with each other, or you watching the two of them.  Biting on your lip, when Carter dips below your panties.  “Fuck,” the woman in the front seat grunts.

“Shh, you only got to go because Muffin and Justin couldn’t handle anymore.  Back to work,” he says, pushing her back down.  He pulls into the clubhouse, and gives a nod to the two boys, “We’ll be seeing you later.  Fuck, right there.”

Picking you up, Bryce lets your legs wrap tight around him.  His hands lifting you up, rubbing your sex over him, “She’s so hot, Carter.  She won’t need any prep.  Are you excited about finally taking both of us?  How do you want us?  Your cunt, ass, or mouth?”

You mewl as he takes you into a new room.  A gigantic mirror on the wall, to better watch them tear you apart.  With a look at your reflection, you knew it was going to be a long night.  “Not my mouth,” you sigh as Carter starts to take your clothes off.  Making sure to give you plenty of kisses over your heated skin.  Bryce walks to the side, hitting a button to start recording the session, but also grabbing up some lube.

Walking back to you, he stumbles trying to get out of his clothes, “I want her ass,” he says with a grunt.  Carter didn’t care, he just wanted the three of you connected finally.

He squirts some lube on his cock, while you start to crawl over Carter.  Not waiting for Bryce as you start to ride Carter.  You look over at the mirror watching as you work yourself over him.  Able to see Bryce smirking at you, before walking behind the two of you.  Pouring some of the lube out on your tight hole.  He watches you fuck Carter a moment, before grabbing at your hips.

“Stop moving, Starlight,” he runs his tip over your puckered hole, massaging over the tight entrance before he pushes through.  You gasp at the intrusion.  Sure they had each had your ass, but your cunt had been empty.  Now here Carter was petting over your face, while Bryce took his time sliding into your ass.  Stopping only when he bottoms out, and you release a deep moan.  The both of them kiss over your sticky skin.  “You took us both so well.”

“It was like you were made for us.

“I always knew you had it in you.”

“I bet you feel us in your stomach, huh?”

Non stop praises over and over again, while you try and focus on the torturous pleasure.  Out of your mind and out of your body, just pure euphoria.  You had taken them both at the same time, and there was a beauty in it. A fullness you couldn’t explain, nor would you want to.  It was just Carter, Bryce, and you.  

Both of them stare at you like the goddess you are.  Their hands soothingly touch over your body, such a juxtaposition to the way that they rut into you.  Carter was more smooth, while Bryce was grabbing you.  Neither could get enough of you, or this moment.  You were clenching around them in minutes, and a pleasure that makes everything go white rushes over your body.

“Did you come already?” Bryce asks, taking a nibble of your shoulder.  His pelvis barely pushes into you, while he watches you come back down from your high.

“Oh, Bryce, she’s in for a treat then.  Go on and finish, she’s got a long night ahead of her.  You’re finally going to become one of us.  You want that don’t you?”

“Yes.  I want to always be a part of you.”

“Good.  To the brotherhood,” Bryce grabs tightly to your hips, and stabs into your ass.  Utterly destroying you, while Carter tries to keep you relaxed.

“What’s mine is theirs,” he smiles at you, but you were too busy, laying your body on his chest.  Letting the two of them make a mess of you, while you enjoy taking them both.  Your body accommodated them both so well, and that was a good thing.

You squeeze onto Carter’s arms as Bryce pounds into you.  Both of their cocks twitch inside your body, and you wonder if this was always what it was going to be like.  Would you always feel this good with them?  But when their spunk fills you to the brim simultaneously with the three of you coming, you know it’s true.

“Move aside, boys,” that was a new voice.  You peek around you and Bryce and see your professor standing at the door.  “It’s time to start your new life.  Thirty-two more times.  You know the rules.  Don’t cum in her.  If she passes out, keep going.  When we’re finished, Carter and Bryce will stay with her.  Feed her, give her water, massage her aching body, and then she’ll be fitted with her own bracelet.”

“What’s happening?” You ask as Bryce gets off of you.  Carter pushes you to the side as more men come into the room.  “What’s going on?”

“Starlight, you wanna be with us, right?”

“Y-y-yeah,” your legs get jerked down the bed, as a large man starts to take himself out.

“This is Ari,” Bryce lets you know.  Ari’s hand runs up your slit, watching your boyfriends cum ooze out of both of your holes.  “There are more.  We protect our own.  So we need to be a part of one another.  Just take it like a good girl.”

Ari’s length slams into you, and you chirp looking at them.  “It’s the only way we can be together,” Carter lets you know.  Sitting on the bed beside you as he pets your hair gently.  “We take care of our own.  They have to know that you’re worth taking of.”

“They?”

You watch confused as men upon men walk into your room.  All staring at where Ari connects to you.  His pace was brutal.  His hands tight on your body.  Counting thirty-two more men.  “They don’t have to touch you after this.  But they will protect all of us.  We’ll have a good life.  You understand don’t you?”

Ari’s thumb presses on your clit, and he gives your little bean hard tight circles.  “You won’t remember most of us,” Ari grunts, shooting his load up your chest.  “But we’ll all remember you,” he taps on another man’s shoulder while he moves to you.  Flipping you around on your knees.

“It’s a business deal, Starlight.  Welcome to your new life.  Just relax.  We’ll take care of the rest,” Bryce lets you know that his name was Frank that was commanding you.  

“Okay,” you whine, and both the boys move to pet your skin.

“We’ll be with you the whole time.”

“And, should they hurt you, we kill them,” a man with long hair leans down beside you, brushing your hair out of your face.  “Just ask Rumlow’s girl.  She now belongs to Steve and Bucky.  We don’t hurt our Omegas.  We protect them.”

Pleasure courses through your veins as Frank lets his spend spurt on your ass.  His absence was quickly replaced by another.  And then another.  And another, losing count and consciousness, but you were welcoming it.  Protection.  Love.  A built in family.  And above all else…TO THE BROTHERHOOD.

THE END

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[beevean]

The idea of Annette essentially telling Richter to suck up his own trauma because "Hey I've had it worse and I'm still fighting!" is so fucking putrid

Yes, racism is shit and horrible. I suppose that, from a quantitative standpoint Annette has indeed suffered more than Richter, but trying to quantify human suffering, especially of the "I watched my mother being brutally murdered in front of me at a young age" variety, in order to create "yeah X has had it worse than Y" is often fucking awful and reeks of a sense of superiority

Imagine an orphan who lost their parents during a brutal war that they witnessed with their own eyes telling another orphan who lost their parents during a simple mugging that they should suck it up because "they've had it worse", it's fucking cold, it's establishing a condition of personal superiority based on personal suffering and how one is affected by it. You're essentially telling another person that their trauma and their suffering don't matter as much as yours and, as a result, that they themselves as a person, value less.

Oh these guys wanna do Berserk? Why yes I would gladly like to see them write Casca like this, have her say that Guts has had it easy in life when compared to her because at least he's a white man, maybe tell him during their sex scene, when he starts breaking down due to his sexual abuse-related PTSD, that he should man up and suck it up because "Hey I'm a woman who everyone is trying to rape every 5 minutes and you don't hear ME bitching about it!"

It's putrid, yes. And I've already seen it justified, because well, at least Richter only saw his mom die and then that's it, Annette kept suffering after that!

Not surprising that it would be well received on Tumblr, the birthplace of oppression olympics 🙃

And Annette did all that speech to basically say that she's better than Richter. That she's stronger. That she looks down on him for being a weakling. And then proceeds to call him "useless as fuck"? Oh yeah I can see peak romance blooming in the air already. I'm reminded of Greta who listened to Alucard telling her that he killed his rapists and nearly became as bitter as his homicidial father, and her reaction was "eh I fucked a married man and angered his wife, same thing, right?". What's with these women and completely lacking in empathy towards their love interest? Is this what being a Stronk Woman entails? Oh, but interracial couple, so progressive :^)

This was not something to add in a season that basically did an any% speedrun. I can buy in a vacuum Annette being too focused on her trauma to care about others', especially the trauma of a white man who she'd see as inherently privileged, because she has been taught that they're her enemy and they all see her as inferior. I can see a character arc where she actually, legitimately moves on from her past and understand that everyone is suffering and they have more in common that differences and they all need to stick together and grow with each other. But this painfully relevant topic is just too complex to tackle in 8 episodes that are already juggling too much material. And, y'know, by this show which has the sensitivity of a steamroller.

[steppedoffaflight]

Hi! Here’s some information:

https://pitchfork.com/thepitch/chappell-roans-gloriously-unserious-pop/ | August 2, 2023

Twenty minutes into Hilton’s set, Roan is ready to leave—she would really like to find a real restroom—but not before surveying the sea of men in front of her and barking, “Where are the lesbians?”

During that time, she also came to terms with her own queerness. She had never encountered any gay girls growing up, so she thought seeking validation from boys was the only option; after going out with a few, she slowly realized it was not. “I’m never dating a man again,” she tells me bluntly. “I’m not attracted to them, I don’t like having sex with them, I don’t think they understand me, I don’t think they make good art.”

https://x.com/hiitschappell/status/1763625151630098588?s=46 | On Ashley Gavin’s podcast

I guess just in the past six months, I’ve just realised I’m gay, I’m gay, I’m gay. ‘Cause previously I dated men, and did date a woman for a couple months, I don’t know, I think I’m like, for real, gay.

https://x.com/hiitschappell/status/1763626737030832190?s=46 | December 7, 2023

And she said, “you know, at least wait until the third date to sleep with him”, and I was like, I don’t think you know how lesbians work first of all. We sleep with each other before we kiss, y’all, be easy!

https://www.billboard.com/culture/pride/chappell-roan-pride-month-love-letter-1235335682/ | June 1, 2023

“Thank God I’m gay” is a sentence I thought I’d never say, but it’s true. Thank God I love women. Thank God you taught me to accept myself, inspired me to dress loud, and and dance the way I have dreamt of since I was nine. Thank God you support me and I have the privilege to watch you from the stage radiating freedom and beaming with smiles. Thank God for drag performers. Thank God for strap-ons. Thank God for you.

https://youtu.be/6Qv8MySbN-o?si=Cx0-XkEIefOMz0u- | March 1, 2024

WeeWorld, got bullied, got called a lesbian. They weren’t wrong, but I wasn’t ready to hear that.

It’s disappointing to see lesbian erasure in action, Wikipedia is very strict in mentioning details of people’s personal lives unless they’ve explicitly stated such information, and by searching her name or her sexuality, she is still labelled as queer. She has stated explicitly that she isn’t attracted to men, but it’s hard to find a direct source of her being a lesbian online, especially with discourse surrounding “gold star” lesbians and how society refused to acknowledge lesbians who do have a history with men. I I can see how someone would think she’s bisexual if they’ve only listened to her music and aren’t super in the fandom, but as someone who is, she just… is a lesbian. I hope this helps!

+ Some people aren’t aware, but Good Luck, Babe as a song, despite how some may interpret it, is about a comphet lesbian, not being a bisexual woman.

Wow this is so thorough!!! Thank you for this! The obsession with “gold star” lesbians is very annoying, I agree. I’m glad she’s found the right label for her!!

[petri808]

can you do nalu ficlet with the prompts: never getting used to how good your lover looks in a suit, losing your train of thought each time they're dressed in one + intertwining fingers while making love 😁😁😁

Happy NaLu Day Nony 😌

🔞 lemony nalu

Back when we were in high school, I could’ve never imagined my football jock, tank top wearing, board shorts kind of boyfriend in a tailored suit. I had to beg him just to dress nicely for our senior prom! But then the years went by, first college, then the adulting really began and you know what? Turns out Natsu cleans up very… nice, maybe too nice.

His job at a marketing firm requires him to wear the typical business attire. Slacks, button down collared shirts, suit jacket and tie. I still remember the day we went to buy him his first set, and how I learned I had a new kink. Because sorry, not sorry, but my man is hot! The amount of sex appeal Natsu exudes in his suits would make a porn star blush. I thought I’d get jealous when other women check him out, but turns out it only adds to the appeal. That’s right girls, you can look, but only I can touch…

“Lucy, are you home?” Natsu calls out as he enters the foyer.

“I’m here,” I step out from the kitchen to see him taking off his shoes.

“How was your day?” He asks me.

But I don’t hear his question at first, for I notice he wore his red shirt today with his black suit— a particular favorite of mine because it cut perfectly against his toned frame, a little tight in the chest and crotch, though I’m not complaining. Unconsciously my tongue slowly licks over my drying lips. Yeah, no complaints what so—

“Lucy?”

“Hmm,” my train of thought breaks and the look on his face reminds me of his question. “Oh! Sorry, my day, yeah it was…”

In the midst of responding, Natsu chuckles and walks up, kissing my forehead, effectively cutting off my train of thoughts again. “…what was I saying?” I ask.

He chuckles and restated the question.

This time I answer while consciously running my hands over his suit, feeling for his pecs below the smooth silk cotton blend. “Better,” I look up coyly, “now that you’re here.”

“Is that so,” his brow raises and voice deepens. “Did you miss me that much?”

I fiddle and start loosening his tie… “Maybe…”

Natsu tips up my chin and narrows his eyes. “Show me.”

Challenge accepted. As I slip my hands under the front of his suit jacket, slowly raising them off and over his shoulders, and letting them slip from his arms onto the floor. For his part, Natsu keeps his hands on my waist, allowing me to do as I please. Next, buttons… one by one I undo them. Unhook a button, kiss his skin, another button, another lingering kiss trailing the cut of his pecs… down lower along his washboard abs I plant little love nibbles, my eyes flitting up every few moments to watch his reactions.

Once I reach his waist, I switch to his slacks, pulling off the belt and tossing it aside. It’s a hook type closure, so easy and quick, and the zipper… slow and steady I pull it down to accentuate the sound it makes. I remove the tuck of his shirt but leave it on for now, bare chested while I slide his slacks down his legs… lowering myself as well to kneel before him.

Oh, but I’m having fun teasing him! His pants are pooled at his feet, leaving me face to crotch. I lick my lips causing his breathing to slow. Natsu’s gaze is now glued to me, curious of what I’ll do next. Of course, I see the growing strain beneath his tight boxers. Not yet… I place my hands on his solid thighs… so large compared to my hands that I can barely grip them, to target the juncture between them with more kisses.

I hear Natsu suck in a breath, and I grin. More. Another kiss to the sensitive skin near his groin — such a tease! I move to the other side and repeat my ministrations, lightly biting, teasing by pulling at the fabric with my teeth and letting it snap back into place. I feel a hand on my head now, Natsu’s fingers twisting in my hair the longer I torture him. Is that a growl?

Perhaps it’s time to move this along, so I stand back up abruptly and pull Natsu into the bedroom using his tie. I leave his shirt behind at the threshold, before pushing him onto the bed. He tries to pull me down with him, but I resist with a light slap to his hand and a naughty grin. It’s my turn to undress.

Now if I’d known this would happen I might’ve worn something more provocative, but beggars can’t be choosers, and spontaneity is a lot more exciting! I turn my back to him and give my cute little booty a shimmy before hooking my fingers into the waist band of my cotton shorts and bending over to slip them down my legs… oops, there goes my panties too…

“You’re killing me Lu,” Natsu growls.

I simply blow him a kiss as I kick my bottoms off. Next my top, another simple t-shirt—and no bra for comfort at home. I turn back to face him and start to pull it off. No surprise that my boobs tend to make this a chore. I get the fabric past my chest and almost ready to slip them over my head when suddenly, something is keeping me from it.

“Natsu?” I mumble through the fabric. “What are you doing?” He’s got my arms and head stuck up and tangled, blinding and binding me with my own shirt!

My view is distorted, but I can feel how close Natsu is now. He’s got each wrist held above my head, when he starts pushing me backwards. My back bumps up to the wall and his chest is pressed against mine, with his clothed erection pressing solidly at my groin. I suck in a hitched breath, releasing it with a groan as his lips make rough purchase of my neck, biting and sucking from earlobes to nape in a burning trail along my skin.

“You we’re taking too long,” Natsu mumbled with each new pass.

He switches his grip, one hand holding both of my wrists— not that I fought this… to use his free hand for other purposes. The fiery trail continues on to my breasts, using his hands to keep me still, his tongue plying the supple mounds with nibbles and licks, flicking and biting the sensitive nipples. My body reacts by arching and twisting to such torture methods, only to be punished more every time I whine.

I feel his hand skimming down across my stomach, help me… I whimper as fingers start tease my clit. My legs part uncontrolled by me, beckoning he go further— and he does… “mmm,” I mewl when Natsu’s fingers slip inside me. He kisses me through the fabric holding me hostage to stifle the noise slowly rising in octave with each pump of his fingers. My thighs start to squeeze back as the hot coil already primed by his oral ministrations gets ready to snap.

My body begins twisting and writhing strong enough that Natsu releases my hands to gain control of my center, using the weight of his chest and strength of his grip to hold my hips still. I cry out for mercy as waves of orgasmic highs rip through my body. “Please.” I beg, clamping my thighs together in an effort to hold his hand still.

All I hear is a celebratory chuckle as Natsu relents a brief moment. He pulls the shirt fully off my head, then picks me up and puts me on the bed. My eyes are glued to the sight before me as his boxers drop to the floor— I bite my lip, damn it never gets old seeing his gorgeous cock standing tall for me. After yanking off his tie and tossing it to me, Natsu climbs over my prone frame.

“Be gentle,” I request, as I splay myself before him. For my core is still swollen and sensitive, and I wish to last a little longer.

And happily, Natsu relents, slipping into my wet folds slow and steady until fully seated in a missionary position. He rests slightly to the side on his left arm to keep from crushing me, then entwines our right fingers together, kissing the back of my hand before moving onto my lips.

I hook my legs over his thighs and squeeze his hand through the gentle kisses. Soft, open-mouthed our tongues dance in a slow and sensual waltz, timed well to his delicate hip thrusts. Our bodies grind against one another, long strokes in and and out… building a slow burn of friction. My dulcet of moans and mewls blend with his deeper grunts to fill the silence of our bedroom in a song of love making.

But I can feel the pressure building again and sense my lovers plight. Natsu’s movements have sped up and grown erratic, so I squeeze his hand and pull his head next to mine, cradling his crown and whispering in his ear how much I love him. He kisses my neck, returning a’more when his end comes in a flash. Natsu groans with a final snap of his hips, before relaxing.

I let him lay on top of me while he catches his breath, gently running my hands through his hair and smoothing my fingers over his back. Sometimes words just couldn’t express how much I love this man, but actions communicate it nicely.

Natsu bundles me to his side and kisses my forehead. “I’m starting to think you love me in a suit,” he chuckles.

[bleep-blop-lizard-hop]

Warrior Thoughts

Season 3 Episode 4

Spoilers ahead

Ah Toy/Nellie/Lai—The beginning of the episode broke my heart all over again. So much death and destruction! Even worse is the rift it caused between Ah Toy and Nellie. Ah Toy blaming Nellie and herself for indulging in this fantasy that was too good to be true. In season 2 she pushed Nellie away because it wasn’t safe in Chinatown. Now she’s pushing Nellie away because it’s not  safe for them outside of Chinatown. Ah Toy leaving after telling Nellie “Happy mean nothing if you are dead.” Fucking hell. 

Chinatown is more dangerous than ever, but it’s Ah Toy’s domain, where she feels in control. Staring in the mirror, covering up her wounds and trauma with makeup, wearing her dress like armor. Back to square one again and it sucks. I agree with Ah Sahm, let’s go after those bastards!We also see the darkness in Lai rising again, poor baby. I guessed that Ah Toy’s line was gonna be the title, “In Chinatown, no one think about forever.” More bad news from Bill when he told her he can’t protect her from the new police chief. Our girl can’t catch a fucking break.

Finally, Nellie is crushed when that judge took her away their land as “imminent domain.” She starting to see the limits of her power as a wealthy white woman, because of sexism duh. The fucking audacity of Dickhead to be like “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nellie was unhinged and dragged his ass in front of everyone. Flashbacks to Penny and Buckley last season…please don’t throw her in an asylum! It wasn’t surprising that he bribed the judge. If he did that, then what’s the point of attacking the vineyard and killing innocent women?? Male ego and pettiness, that’s what! I hope we’ll see Ah Toy and Nellie  together again next episode. They need each other more than ever now! Ah Toy is understandably shaken, but she’ll get her revenge! I hope they make it slow and painful for Dickhead. Though, I’m worried about his whip-wielding evil henchman.

Hop Wei— This money printing scheme was clearly trouble from the beginning. Especially because YJ wasn’t even trying to be subtle or careful. Still, watching racist cops raid the Hop Wei and beating YJ was beyond awful. Warrior has never pulled any punches regarding the racism and corruption in this era. Which, sadly, still happens today. Bill is starting to grow on me, only because Atwood is so incredibly terrible. If words and spit counts as “assaulting” then he’s a weak ass punk! In the end, YJ is taken away by the police.

Ah Sahm/Yan Mi— Meanwhile, Ah Sahm and Yan Mi are trying to sneak away with the press and evidence. Ah Sahm has to knock out some cops along the way. Very satisfying to watch, after all the shit they were doing to the Hop Wei. Thank Chao for being in right place at the right time. Yan Mi is understandably upset at being dragged into danger like this. On the other hand, they’re a Tong what did you expect? She and Ah Sahm argue, then kiss, then have sex. It’s the second time Ah Sahm had gotten sticky while YJ is having a crisis (FJ nearly dying in season 1). Really curious how this is gonna play out. Ah Sahm doesn’t have the best track record with romance.

Long Zhii—*Sigh* Mai Ling, Mai Ling, Mai Ling. Cockiness is a family trait with her and Ah Sahm, huh. I understand her idea of doing business with white people, but she was getting waaaay too comfortable. Yeah you’re a big deal in Chinatown, but white people will only see you as a Chinese woman. A pity project for them to indulge, or an exotic sexual plaything. Mai Ling had to learn that the hard way. Still, she didn’t deserve to be arrested and deported because of a white man’s lies!

Other Thoughts— Power, who has it, and how they use it is obviously the main theme this season. Marginalized people who cultivate even a little bit power are always at risk of losing it. Rich white men at the top are the real enemies (aka water is wet). Both YJ and Mai Ling are in jail, I wonder what will happen to their tongs. Will they finally establish a common ground after this? How will these characters fight back against a racist and corrupt system? They’ve endured so much pain and trauma in these past episodes. Hopefully things will improve for them later on.

[kallystah]

~~~ Little Conflict ~~~ Marco x reader ~~~

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The rays of the sun hit hard on the long expanse of water that presented itself to them. Indeed, the crew of Whitebeard had endured a long stay on a wintry island and had therefore decided to sail to a warmer island where bloodthirsty mammoths did not squeeze... Even if they therefore risked from exposing themselves to giant lizards or an endless desert, all of Whitebeard's sons wanted to drop their animal skins and their oven mitts to make way for shorts. Things that some had quickly understood.

The pirates who were not on duty therefore lounged on the foredeck of the Moby Dick, facing the sea, taking advantage of the breeze caused by the sea air. One of the commanders having swapped his kitchen apron for simple shorts so quickly finished his work in order to join his friends who were waiting for him.

- Satch, I too will have to grow a banana.

The named Satch got up immediately, more than surprised by the remark that his brother made to him. He who was however the first to make fun of his haircut.

- Why is that Ace?

- Well, I thought about it, he began more seriously, and I still find advantages in it. Already, you're not hot in the neck because all your hair is in front, and also, it makes you a great cap.

The man with the banana hesitated between hitting his brother for his mockery, or letting it go because this idiot looked very serious. He opted for the second option.

- In any case, I know one who must be hot.

- By the way, where is she? I haven't heard from her since last night.

No sooner had he finished his sentence than a loud, albeit high-pitched voice sounded behind them.

- Anyway, you're just a chicken Marco ! I don’t even know why I’m with you !

- Oh no! That's for me to say! How did I put up with such a clingy, useless kid all this time!

The last words of the second had the effect of an arrow driven directly into the chest of the young woman. In fact, she felt her heart drop in her chest, as if a part of her had broken at that sentence.

She had been cut off, not by choice or by pride, but because the lump that had formed in her throat prevented her from uttering a single word. She knew that if she opened her mouth, only a moan of sadness would come out.

So to avoid her listener the satisfaction of seeing her lose her means, she preferred to turn around and join the hold that housed the women's dormitory. It's out of the question for her to join her bed, the bed she shared with her dear lover Marco, or should she think... ex lover Marco?

The spectators who had witnessed this scene unfortunately could not think that it was a simple little dispute between a couple, because these two had never gotten into each other and had always known how to remain united and on good terms despite the opposition of their ideas on a few occasions.

In short, the atmosphere on the Moby Dick wouldn't be the same as usual until one of the two parties decided to talk to each other.

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- Sniff.

- Satch why are you crying? Noticed the Human Torch.

- Because there's a meeting of commanders in a few hours and Marco is going to be in a terrible mood.

- Oh no. I had forgotten.

- Poor us.

- Poor us.

The three pirates who passed by and not having followed the dispute could only be in a state of incomprehension in the face of their commanders approaching such a serious mine, their heads in their hands and crying out in despair.

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At the same time in the corridors of the whale descended a young woman, the tears beading on her eyes which she tried to retain. But it had been too hard for her. He could have insulted her with all the names, nothing would have hurt her more than what he had said to her. He had no right to tell her that, not after all they had done to get to this point.

Slamming the door of the dormitory reserved for the female sex, she settled in the hammock at the bottom, the one near the mouse hole, the one that had welcomed her for dozens of months before she ended up in the bed of his commander.

No matter how hard she tried not to think about him, he just entered her thoughts. So it was on sad notes that she fell asleep, closing her eyelids in her old hammock which had heard all her dreams of being with her handsome commander.

She woke up after a few hours, it was five o'clock according to a passing nurse. The young woman massaged her eyes, sleeping having cried before, there was no worse awakening for her peepers. And then she felt a headache taking her, no choice, she had to go to the infirmary.

If she had woken up an hour later she would have taken the ailments that were prisoners of her, but as her dear ex-companion was in a meeting she could allow herself a little detour to her workplace, and to her room, in order to resume his business.

Yes, ex mate. The pirate had thought for a long time before going to sleep and she had concluded that Marco's words put an end to their relationship. She couldn't hide it, it hurt her a lot. Especially since the reason for their argument was incomprehensible to him. She understood that she had done something annoying by entering her ex-boyfriend's office without knocking, but she couldn't see how it could have required so much hatred on her part.

Anyway. Her way to the infirmary had gone well and she had even received strong hugs from her nurse friends. This had re-motivated her and she felt able to face the rest of the crew, who would not hesitate to ask questions about the situation. From what her friends had told her, Marco had made his bad mood heard.

Then with a determined step, she crossed the door of the room of the second captain, and did not linger to pick up her belongings. The explanations she had to give to the nurses had wasted enough time.

But she couldn't help thinking, she had been there for eleven long months. During these months she had not given birth to the fruit of their love, but she had made it grow and mature within her heart so that it would be as pure as possible if they were to make the decision to be joined by the personification of it.

His fingers slid on the wooden desk, the one where there were only neatly arranged old reports and well-drawn maps. After she settled in her room, Marco had wanted to leave her a space for her arts, she who loved to paint and draw maps of these discoveries. He only used the office late at night when he had a lot of work but wanted to stay close to his beloved, so he had moved the rest of his stuff to his office in the infirmary.

Then she looked at the bed. What about this bed... he had seen so much. Of their sweet nights of hugs or restless love, of their dreams or their nightmares, all that was now veiled in his head was a white sheet of nostalgia. Why did he have to say those words?

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He didn’t know it. What had possessed him to shout that to her? To her, his sweet girlfriend. She was the only woman who had managed to take his heart. He had been a hell of an idiot, the fact that he was exhausted and mentally exhausted couldn't excuse the harsh words he had said. But now it was too late.

- You're an idiot Marco.

- I know. He replies in a weary voice.

To the surprise of whoever had started the conversation, he couldn't get his brother, and friend, out of his thoughts. He who had gone so far as to risk his life and insult his superior, had failed in his mission. He hadn't succeeded in getting the commander's attention. It showed others how much he blamed himself for doing what he did.

- Come on brother, think about something else and try to relax, you've been depressed for three days so now you get your chicken ass off your desk and you're going to get some fresh air. Once you've cleared your mind, you can go back and talk to him and try to clear things up.

The glances from his comrades could pass, the few remarks he heard about how he had broken a woman's heart too, an insult from Ace too, but two. Stop. Especially coming from Satch who could follow him to hell to give him his advice on love.

So the second in command swapped his paperwork for a few drafts for a walk in the sun. Feeling the sea breeze would only do him the greatest good. He who wanted to take his beauty for a walk in the light of the moon and the stars, he had been forced to abstain.

Since they had known each other, which is now a good bunch of years, he had never said things clearly to her. He who was however so straight in his work, was a fire in love. He sketched a smile at the old memories that resurfaced.

Since their first meeting, until the moment when he had noticed her feelings, had already passed many months, even years. Now that he thought about it, they must have known each other for at least nine years. And everyone knows it would have taken even longer if not for the shenanigans of Satch and his cronies.

After finally realizing that his flame was burning for someone, he had once again waited several months before discussing sincerely with her. These two had always been great friends, but as soon as he realized his feelings, he fled the battle, the enemy was too formidable for him. Armed with his insecurities about his age, he couldn't beat love to join the young woman.

Two long hours passed and he returned to the huge boat, reported to the lookout that he had seen nothing for miles around, and landed on the foredeck of the ship.

As soon as he resumed human form, he felt a presence behind him, then for a blink of an eye, he felt his hair brush against his face, letting himself go with the twirls of the wind, they strolled behind her. The bewitching scent he thought he perceived was indeed his, but there was like... something changed in his aura.

Being in a better mood and happy to finally see her out, because from his office window he had a glimpse of the people present on the bridge, he decided to call her. Then with a hesitation, his sweet first name traveled the lips of the beautiful bird with blue flames.

- Y/n...

Time seemed to stop for the commander, in fact, the young woman had not stopped. She had to continue on her way and by the time he realized what had happened, she was already gone.

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- It took a wind different from usual there, didn't it?

- Downright. His friend replied, sipping the delicious cocktail he had taken care to prepare.

The two gossips still lying on their deckchairs at the front of the boat had once again witnessed the whole scene. Indeed, for a reason that only they knew, they did not worry more than that about the future of their two companions. To tell the truth, they had had a most interesting conversation during the ballad of the firebird...

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- Y/n! Wait for me ! shouted a loud distant voice in a hallway of the ship.

So the young woman stopped, on the sound of her voice she had recognized the holder and well, some love advice wouldn't do her the greatest harm. In vain she repeated to herself step by step that she should no longer think of Marco, she had even forbidden herself to go on the foredeck because she was afraid to feel his gaze, but she could not help remembering their argument.

The more she thought about it, the more she thought he had been a real jerk, and if she saw him again she couldn't help but give him a beautifully placed right hand.

- Satch. You're going to have to get out of your kitchen and get back to running, old man.

- Sh°t up, you want. I'm here to talk to you about the blue chicken case. Or blue pineapple it's up to you.

- I have the impression, surprisingly, that you love playing matchmaker, dear cook.

- To serve you ma'am. He bowed to accompany his sentence.

- So what part of the case did you want to look into? On the cause of the story? On the fact that he insulted me on this subject? Or wait I know! About me having to go apologize to Marco?

- So, don't apologize, he's the one screwing up. But accept his apology because I know he will come eventually. You've waited too long to join you so he won't let things happen a second time. Afterwards I really want you to tell me the cause of the argument, it will make gossip! He said smiling. I promise you he sincerely regrets what he said to you. He resumed sincerely.

- Ok, I'll accept his apology, if he gives me a good reason to do so. She said in front of her brother's eyes sparkling with joy. But. She resumed. He will have to wait.

- What ! But why ? You are the Romeo and Juliet of the ship, you can't wait for a stupid death to get back together!

- Who is Romeo and Juliet?

- I don't know, I took out two first names at random. Don't run away from the question.

- So I said that I will accept his apologies but not before a good week. His turn to wait. He made me wait for months while the whole crew knew it, even the inhabitants of the islands we were going to saw how he was in love, even I saw him and I dealt with it. I waited again and again for him to accept me when his only excuse was the years of gaps we had. Those stupid ten years apart.

He made me wait for Satch for four years.

So I think he will survive a week without speaking to me knowing that I had to deal with three months of ignorance on his part.

The poor cook with cupid's wings could not respond to so many words that meant everything to him. When you think about it, it was she who had suffered the most from the fear of Marco's age gap. So he resigned himself and went away, throwing a smile at his little sister so that she would calm down.

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The waves had passed, the winds had passed, and so had the days. Since the first attempt at a discussion that had taken place between Marco and Y/n, although from some point of view, we would call it more a one-sided discussion, or a wind for the others, had followed others. In total only four, one day share in order to leave freedom to the young woman. And it had been two days since the commander had stopped attempting a rapprochement.

So nine days had passed since the argument between the two ex lovers. A figure that did not please some.

- When are they going to talk to each other again?

- This is starting to get long.

- And Marco's mood becomes more and more sad. One of the nurses told me that working in the infirmary was unbearable right now.

The commanders who usually discussed the love affairs of their favorite couple with jokes and mockery over the blushes of one or the nonsense of the other, could no longer bear the evil that was eating away at the ship.

Their father, sitting on his big seat enjoying the warmth and happiness of his children, had heard the conversation of his commanders. So he thought about the fact that he should go talk to his son in order to finally solve the problem that was eating them up inside. But a voice rose among those of the strongest men, a famous cook was not happy with the turn that things had taken. So, unable to wait any longer, he got up and headed to the women's compartment aboard the ship.

He slammed the door, which wouldn't survive a final bang of that power, and headed for the hammock at the bottom of the hold, the one near the mouse hole. Not even checking if there were people inside, because he knew she was there, he pulled on the fabric in order to give her a turn, and in the process to knock the resident out of it.

- Well my little Y/n will have to get out of bed one day. You told me a week, and yet nothing has changed in your situation, the proof, I manage to sleep every night without any plugs in my ears.

- Sh°t up.

- Ha you found the hair of the beast. he smiled. So tell your favorite big brother why you didn't accept his apology.

- Because he didn't come back.

- He came to see you for four days, including the last day of the week! You should have agreed then.

- Yes, but I intended to agree to speak to him on the eighth day... but he didn't come back. I told you he'd get tired of a kid like me.

- You are pros for misunderstandings.

Satch was devastated by all the misunderstandings that gnawed at them.

- Communication. he resumed. Didn't I tell you that was key if you wanted to date Marco?

- Yes. Answered the young woman in front of the sermon which awaited her.

- Perfect. So you better go talk to him yourself if you don't want to be punished with fries on Tuesday.

- No Satch it's not the right! Everything but not that!

- Oh if I have the right, don't worry I always have a vegetable or two lying around for the big childish women inside.

He sketched a mocking smile then the parties joined his kitchen. The evening meal is not made by itself.

For her part, the young woman sincerely reflected on her actions. Certainly, she wanted revenge for everything she had suffered for years, especially the three long months of ignorance that he had offered her. But she remembered that of the two, the person who had ended those months was the one who had caused them, namely, Marco.

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One last hour. It was the time they had left to sail before reaching the tropical island that they had been aiming for for about ten days. Although some, including a sparsely dressed lazy, were already on vacation to the ailments of their comrades, the official rest days would begin in a few hours. Once there distribution of tasks that they would have to accomplish throughout their stays made, everyone could sail to their summer activities.

Eventually, the pirates had abandoned their ropes and locations to go to the hot sands of the island. They were quickly welcomed by the villagers, this island was not under the protection of whitebeard, but the villagers seemed happy to welcome them. It must be said that the whitebeard crew had a good reputation.

The hours passed at high speed and when the pirate woke up, having slept all day after staying up late with Ace, the boat was empty. So she went into the room of the first commander, in fact since she had again moved into her old hammock, she couldn't find her bracelet anymore. And it was a bracelet that meant all the world to him because it had been given to him by her father for her first birthday on the ship. She remembered it like it was yesterday.

It is therefore determined to find him that she crosses the door of the one who had been her lover. And who shouldn't be in his room right now when all the commanders were with the father partying. Normally. So why was he looking at her with his gray eyes so surprised?

- Ha! Marco, yes, it's normal for you to be here. It’s your bedroom. I'm the intruder. Alright I'm going. And she slammed the door.

Anyone could ask the question, even she didn't know the answer. What had possessed her to slam the door as soon as she saw him? She, who for two days had been trying to get closer to him, had to run away when she got the chance to talk to him. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear anyone's voice calling her name.

For his part, Marco was speechless. Had the one who had been haunting her nightmares for several days decided to come back and talk to her? The one who ignored him when he attempted an approach? He wouldn't let Ace tell him he's an idiot of hearts one more time, this time they would have a talk.

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At the front of the boat, just outside the corridor, two adults were talking, one looking at the other as if he couldn't live without her.

- So Y/n, are you still in a relationship with Marco?

She couldn't answer at first, how was her relationship with Marco? Seeing him so shocked by her presence, and with a veil of happy surprise in his eyes had made her very happy, but she didn't know what they were. Like in the good old days, she quipped.

- I guess not. So how about we go for a drink together? There's a-

The young sailor couldn't finish his sentence, finally, if he did, the gaze that was fixed on him from the end of the corridor would end up killing him. So he changed his mind.

- Well you know what Y/n, I'm going to leave you I have a lot of things to do in fact hi! He stammered before taking to his heels.

- Eh ?

The named Y/n didn't have time to enter into her questioning thoughts when she felt two warm arms wrap around her shoulders. And that smell, oh how she knew that sweet smell. The one she had noticed from their first physical contact, the one that had lasted throughout their nights, the one she felt reassured at the slightest step if she surrounded him, the smell of her lover.

- I'm sorry. They said at the same time.

- No, it's me who's sorry my little bird, I should have understood that you were exhausted from work at the moment and that you didn't need another voice to get you out of your thoughts.

- No, you haven't done anything, usually you always stay by my side to watch me work and it fills me with joy that you're in the same room as me. I'm sorry for getting upset and especially for saying you were a kid. I don't think so at all. You are the strong woman who waited for me despite all my insecurities and made me the man I am today. I like you.

She was speechless. Far too surprised by this statement he made to her. He who had never said clearly what he felt. There he was giving her those words.

- I love you even more my little bird.

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- Bird of my two.

- What's up Satch?

- Nothing nothing... Let's say that sleeping without plugs in the ears wouldn't happen any more if they remain so welded.

- Eh ? Said the cook's younger brother, not understanding his brother.

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