“Is my baby still needy after all that I’ve given her?”
shanks x f! reader | wc:453 | tags: smut, it's just smut, you're welcome ;)
a/n: i wasn't planning on posting anything until i have the next two parts of on the run but i got horny and cranked this out in an hour so might as well. posting on mobile so sorry if the formatting is all fucked up, i'll try and fix it sometime
In a state of bliss, you rolled off to the side, dismounting Shanks. You had lost track of how many times you’d cum that night. First he’d toyed with you at some pub by the pier and when you’d dragged him back to the force he’d insisted you rode his face, which you happily obliged. Then he’d fucked you from behind before he eating his cum from out of you. You were sure your screams of pleasure could be heard from the docks. Following that you rode him, legs shaking the entire time but the pleasure had been so immense that you couldn’t stop.
Exhausted, you were barely able to keep your eyes open as you curled up into his side, your leg and arm draped over him.
Shanks pulled you in closer, kissing the top of your head and leaving his in place. The two of you laid together in comfortable silence. But only for a moment. Somehow, you hadn’t gotten it all out of your system.
Unconsciously, you began to grind against his leg. His coarse hair stimulated your hyper-sensitive clit. It seemed you were unable to stop. Your libido was demanding more.
Shanks smirked into your hair with a chuckle filled with pride in place of humor. That didn’t stop you though, if anything it had spurred you on. A small, breathy moan escaped you.
“Is my baby still needy after all that I’ve given her?” The gleeful snide remark made you whine in protest. Nevertheless, you didn’t stop your search for release.
Shanks’s arm shifted and tightened around your waist, pinning you against his leg. You whine in protest once more at your movements being restricted.
“How ungrateful,” he commented disparagingly while wearing a pleased smile (not that you could see).
He tensed his thigh, maneuvering it further between your legs, all to give you a better surface to work with. The grip he had on you loosened and your hips defaulted to circling against him, chasing pleasure once more.
He could feel his spend and your juices leak onto his skin, but he didn’t care for this was far too enjoyable.
Your sighs and little noises grew in consistency and volume until you approached another peak. An all encompassing shiver shook your whole body and you sighed in relief, finally believing you had it out of your system.
That’s when Shanks escaped your grasp.
He pushed your leg so you were on your back and crawled his way up between your thighs. “I hope you’re ready for more, darling, the night is still young.”
Your eyes snapped open in alarm, his wolfish grin was the first thing you saw. He was insatiable, but then again you were too.
"Isn't it weird that these 2 completely different characters canonically exist in the same universe?"
No not really.
You, me, Kendrick Lamar, Jaiden Animations, Weird Al, Lynda Carter, Scott The Woz and Sigourney Weaver all exist in the same universe and it's no big deal.
It's been what's felt like days of wandering. This place was so yellow and angular, without a single cat in sight. I called out tirelessly day and night
And day
And night
Day
Night
Day
Day
Night
Night?
Night
Day?
Night?
Day?
Time, anyway,
until finally, voices replied. I saw two cats beckoning me with their tails. I opened my mouth, but a cat hissed and put his tail over his lips. His fur practically cut down the middle, half of him was white as snow, the other half a ginger tabby. I took his actions as warning and crouched down as I skidded towards them as quick as I could. I hoped I'd trip, to be honest. Maybe then I'd wake up from this dream. Maybe I'd actually know if I'm dead.
"You're lucky we found you." Half and half cat explained, "We've been here a while, and without us, you might not last long." Ominous. And cocky. You'd think they'd be glad to see another cat here, but nooooo they have to scold me first thing. My stomach gnawed at me and I was too tired to argue. Half and half cat introduced himself as Verbenachasm as we walked, making sure to whisper. The other one was called Rowanfall. She was nicer to me than Verbenachasm, though that was probably because didn't brag.
"I knew you'd be in that area." Rowanfall explained. "Whenever cats come in, I feel it in a way." Her amber eyes glistened with regret, perhaps missing her past life too. She flicked her chesnut colour tail as she pushed onwards.
"Like, a vision from Starclan?" I asked, because, damm, she was being vague.
"Well, I was quite the spiritual one back in Shadowclan. They offered to make me a medicine cat, but I declined. I wanted to help people, but, I couldn't be tied up in the medicine cat laws." She chuckled forlornly, "Maybe rejecting what could've been Starclan's wish led me here. We'll never know. But they must like me somewhat if they give me these aches in my bones to tell me who's around." I must've been frowning at her, because she changed her tune. Besides..." her tone shifted as a grin snuck onto her face. "I'll make a cat out of me yet." She stared ahead, gazing at some imaginary future.
Oh cool! A harebrain and an evil mastermind. What nice company.
As we walked, they pointed out scratch marks on the floor or walls, signs, all of which I would probably have to learn. If not for my dire circumstances I would be groaning and moaning. I just became an apprentice, and instead of training with my friends, I get stuck in yellow square world. My mom, my dad, the rest of windclan probably think I left them. Now, I'm alone. Lonely, alone loner with nobody! When we reached their settlement, the rest of the cats I saw were quite blurry- Oh. No, stupid eyes don't you dare start crying. So what if you're not going home just don't cry first thing!
"Oh dear, "a gentle voice spoke pitifully. It came from a white cat.Well, almost a white cat. He had one patch of brown on his thigh. Does this place strip your colour from you? Another reason for me to hate this place. "It's alright. You're safe now. Hopeclan has you." He rubbed into me, drying my tears- I mean my non-existent tears, with his face. Because I'm not crying. "I'm Doveflick," He smiled at me. "I'll make sure you're looked after, okay?"
He took me to a blue speckled tabby. Maybe the yellow has tainted my vision, but she definitely seemed bluer than most blue cats.
"I'm sorry you've found yourself here," she opened with an apology, "My name is Airstar. I'm the leader of this clan. What's yours?"
"I'm..." I hesitated, the words feeling foreign on my tongue. Has it been that long? "Frecklepaw."
"I knew you seemed young," Verbemachasm solemnly claimed. sitting to the right of Airstar. Presumably the deputy given how close they were. Do you remember anything about how you got here?"
"I was running through the fields of my clan. The smell of rabbit in my nose, the feeling of the breeze," I prolonged my speech just to remember what life felt like. "My catch ran into the forest. I knew I shouldn't go into Thunderclan territory, but it was barely over the border." Admitting that got me some glances, but I hardly believed they'd cause a fuss over it in a situation like this. I looked at all the figures around me, thin and dishearted. "But I did. I tripped and fell into a tree. I guess Starclan's punishing me for that now..."
"Starclans not punishing you." The ginger Tabby interjected, his rust coloured eyes staring through me. "They're barely even here. Unable to reach here. Unable to find you." His phrasing creeped me out, his tone even more so.
"Logfreeze, stop scaring him, he's had a hard day." Doveflick approached with a kitten on his heel to scold the cat. Logfreeze spoke back, something about harsh truths, but I was zoning out from the bickering. This was all too much. From isolation to 6 cats was making me weary. My knees wanted to fall. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that I found cats, but I haven't talked to anyone in-
Oh.
They're pushing up against my flank?
Ah.
I fell.
Doveflick pushed some food into my mouth. Tastes like the nuts I ate for a dare once. Still, hunger makes any catch a great catch. I couldn't tell what animal it was, partially because I'm flickering back to conscious. They shuffled me into a corner. It looked like it was made of some shed fur and other unique materials. Some bones and hides meshed together to make one dark den. Darkness was practically nonexistent here. It was always too light to sleep, but not light enough to be nice.
"Nice den," I mumble to Airstar as I drink the water she gave me. I thought it was moss, but it just seemed like some of the floor was cut up.
"Thank you. I made it with what we could find. Its our one den." Maybe she said something else. I'm not sure. Exhaustion settled in and I drifted off into sleep.
