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Chatper 16: Harts

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After your talk with Pops, you had a whole new slew of things to think about. On one hand, you were glad to know a little more about your mother and father. The man that Pops had described, it wasn’t your father, but it was the man he used to be. Now that you thought about it, you could’ve swore you remembered him like that once. But, they were much like the memories of your mother; distant and not quite sure if it’s a fabrication or not.

You honestly still couldn’t believe their love story was nearly identical to yours. Part of you wondered if maybe it wasn’t Fate playing her cards, but your mother helping you to have some kind of peace from beyond the grave. Maybe she saw what your father was about to do, so she decided to soften the blow. Either way, you were glad Corazon was in your life now. You weren't sure if you would've been able to pull through this otherwise.

He just had this natural way of keeping you grounded. Despite his clumsiness, he kept you calm.

On the other hand, more questions popped up. The main one being - why? Why did your father decide to tell you everything? Why did he admit that he'd been the bad guy the whole time? He could've let Crocodile and Doflamingo do the dirty work and played the innocent card. He could've gotten off scot-free, so why admit everything?

You wondered why he would decide not to just cut you off sooner, but you supposed he needed your ties to take over the hospital. He knew he couldn't just storm the place; too many people had already tried that and failed. He went the round about way to get to you. So, you knew he feared you. There was nothing you could do, however. You signed over the hospital, it was legally theirs.

“I can hear you thinking from inside,” Corazon said as he stepped onto the back patio with you. Pops had wanted to talk to Corazon alone for whatever reason. You thought the blond man was going to pass out when you left. The panicked look in his eyes told you everything, but you reassured him it would be just fine.

While you waited, you decided to grab something small to eat and wait outside. You hadn’t really eaten anything in the past week, so you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat a lot and since you'd been cooped up in the dark for so long, you figured some sunlight would do you good.

“What did Pops want?” you asked, looking at him. You could already somewhat guess. It was like this whenever you or Marco started dating someone.

He paled, shaking his head and a shrug. “Nothing, really.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Doesn't look like nothing. Lemme guess, the typical dad routine of ‘what are your intentions with my child' and all that jazz? Maybe some threats?” A sly grin spread across your face.

The man signed, nodding. He knew he couldn’t keep anything from you. You would either figure it out or he’d just end up telling you anyway. “Yeah…”

You laughed, shaking your head. You were so lucky to have Pops. You supposed your father hadn't really filled the role in a very long time. At least you had someone in your corner that you could rely on. Pops had always treated you the same way he treated Marco. He was really your father when you boiled it down. You were sure your father hated you for that too. He had always seemed fine with it, but now it was clear he resented you for it.

“What were you thinking about?” It was clear Corazon was trying to change the subject and also stop you from whatever down spiral that your thoughts were trying to form.

“Trying to figure out why Anthony bothered to tell me anything. He could've just played the innocent card, but he didn't. He severed all ties.”

“Maybe he was banking on the psychological damage being enough to take you out permanently. After all, that place is your life's work and he knew that. He knew you'd fight tooth and nail for it. So, he made you rethink your life and then threatened those you care about.” Corazon frowned, shaking his head. “You said he saw you ‘weak’ like your mother, so perhaps he thought that this would all be enough to mentally break you beyond repair.”

You just stared at him for a moment, your eyebrows slightly raised. You weren’t expecting such an accurately sounding answer. “I suppose he's still in the business, so I shouldn't expect anything less.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Ugh, I was so foolish and naive,” you grumbled.

Corazon sat next to you on the patio bench, wrapping his arms around you. “Don't go blaming yourself. How were you supposed to know your own flesh and blood was going to betray you like that?”

You sighed, looking at him. “I suppose you're right. And I mean, your own brother shot you, so I guess I was let off easy.” You placed your hand on his torso where the bullet went through. You frowned. “Why do families suck?” You groaned again.

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your head. “Well, I wouldn't say all families, but our blood relatives ended up being the worst, that's for sure.”

You looked up at him, smiling. “I suppose you're right. It’s just like that old saying. ‘Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb’ or whatever. Just cause you're related by blood doesn't mean anything. Pops and Marco have shown me more love than my father ever did and I know for a fact they'd never do to me what he did.” You sighed, leaning into Corazon.

“That's true. And there's something a little more special about found family than blood relatives.”

“It's better to be like, ‘I love you cause you're a goofball’ instead of ‘I love you only because we share blood.’” You shook your head with a small smile. “More genuine, I guess.” You shrugged, settling into the man next to you and closing your eyes.

Man, you wished this moment could last forever. The weather outside was perfect, not too hot or cold. A slight breeze that wasn't too much and provided just the right amount of coolness. There was an air of tranquility and you had no doubt that Corazon brought that with him.

For a moment, you were content with the outcome of things. Sure, everything you loved and cared about fell apart, but it felt like it was going to be okay as long as you had the man next to you. It's not like there was anything you could really do anyway. You signed papers and it was all legal. You were starting to come to terms with it. It sucked, yes, but you’d be able to live on.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“What is your legal last name? Is it the same as Whitebeard’s?” You sat up, looking at him for a moment. “Yes. It is. Why?” You tilted your head to the side slightly.

“As in, you changed your government name to his last name?” You nodded again, not seeing what he was getting at. “And I'm assuming it was that name that you bought the hospital with as well.” You nodded once more. Just what was he getting at? Were you dense for not understanding right now?

“When you signed the papers, which last name did you sign with?”

You thought for a moment then it hit you. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. You'd been so caught up with your past coming back to bite you in the ass, that you'd signed with your father's last name. Not with what it legally was now. “I signed it with Anthony's last name,” you whispered, still in disbelief yourself.

A slow, sly grin appeared on Corazon’s face. “So, I guess we can say that legally those papers are null and void. They aren't worth anything. The hospital is still yours.”

You were just staring at him, your eyes wide. Your brain was spinning with this new information. This new sliver of hope. You could honestly cry. This was the ace in the hole that you needed. Excitement and joy blossomed in your chest.

You reached up, taking his face in your hands. “You're a genius. I don't know what I'd do without you,” you mumbled, kissing him hard. He didn't make any startled noises this time, only kissing you back. You slipped into his lap, straddling him. He slowly sat back as you pushed him into the side of the bench. You let out a small, breathy moan as you felt his hands squeeze your thighs.

You heard the click of the balcony door, signaling that someone was coming outside. Dammit, Marco. You jumped, quickly removing yourself from Corazon's lap and pulling him upright. He let out a small noise of disappointment. You straightened yourself up and then went to straighten up the man next to you when you noticed the glazed, almost drunk look to him.

He was frowning in a small pout and you couldn't help but chuckle. “I'm sorry,” you whispered. He let out a small huff, shrugging. “It's fine,” he mumbled.

You kissed his cheek, heart still racing. “Just wait until I finally take you to mine,” you whispered in his ear as Marco joined the two of you on the patio. You watched with amusement as Corazon's face turned even more red and he shifted in his seat.

“Am I interrupting?” Marco narrowed his eyes at the two of you. It was clear that he was just hoping to catch the two of you so he’d have some blackmail. Shithead. Though, you’d do the same thing just to mess with him.

“Not at all. Cora was just giving me the best news I've heard all week.” You grinned widely as you crossed your legs, Marco cocking an eyebrow.

“Which is…?”

“He pointed out the fact that I signed my name as y/n l/n.” Marco looked confused, just as you had. “I don't-” Seems that the both of you were dense. Truly the same person and siblings at heart.

“Marco. What the hell is my name?” You looked at him with a droll expression as if you hadn't been in the same boat five minutes ago.

“I'm still not- OH.” Realization hit him like a freight train and you watched it in real time. After all, he’d been there when you changed your name. His face lit up, his grin growing wide. “So those documents don’t mean shit?” You nodded, your grin mirroring Marco’s.

“Single handedly saving the hospital, huh?” Marco looked at Corazon who turned red. “I-I don’t know about all that,” he mumbled.

You looked at him, patting his leg. “C’mon, love. Give yourself credit. You pulled me out of my head and gave us our biggest ray of hope.” Though, the moment you called him ‘love’, his brain seemed to short circuit and his face was almost glowing with how red he was. You’d have to keep that pet name if it riled him up this much, it was cute.

You just loved teasing him in general. It was easy and he was so adorable.

“Well, what’s the plan now, then?” You looked over to Marco, sighing. That was the part you were having difficulty with. “I’m not sure. I don’t even know how the hospital is fairing.” You hadn’t done anything in regards to the hospital. You haven’t even checked on your staff. You felt awful for just ditching them.

Marco shook his head with a sigh. “Probably because someone won’t replace their phone.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together. “The hell does that even mean?” Yeah you hadn’t replaced your phone yet. You didn’t really need to. Everyone you cared about was under your roof and you had figured everyone else was fine without you.

“Good news is that they didn’t change the camera systems.”

You stared at him for a moment before it hit you. Your eyes widened. “They didn’t?” You shook your head, scoffing in disbelief. “Dumbasses.” You grinned, looking to Marco and holding out your hand. This was good. This was so good.

He handed you his phone before leaning back in his chair.

“I’m confused,” Corazon said, looking between the both of you.

You looked at him and smiled. After grabbing Marco’s phone, it instantly recognized you, your face unlocking it. Of course both you and Marco could unlock each other’s phones with your faces and fingerprints as well as pins and passwords. You didn’t keep anything from each other, after all. Besties for life.

After clicking on a few things and logging in to a security app, you handed the phone to Corazon. He took it, looking at the screen. You watched his face as it took him a moment to process what he was looking at. “Wait, is this the hospital?”

“Damn right.” You grinned, feeling the excitement building back up.

“You still have access to the security cameras?” You nodded, chuckling. You pointed to the phone. “Press the button with the biohazard sign.” He did and he blinked. “This is…”

“Yep. That’s the underground hospital. We have access to it all. They won’t be able to see what hit ‘em.” You grinned widely up at him, excitement showing in your eyes as the man looked at you. You technically still had the hospital and now the secret key to help you sneak around.

“You’re going in there?” Concern and worry washed over his features and you frowned. “Well, yeah. What else am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know…get the authorities involved?”

You frowned deeply. “You know just as well as I do that they won’t do anything to help. They’re incompetent and lazy. And, they are probably being paid off already by the families to stay out of it, so we don’t have a choice. I’m going to have to go in.”

You took the phone back, looking through the cameras. “Besides, I don’t think Doflamingo, Crocodile, or Anthony are there. I would assume it’s all their lackeys.”

“I can go in and silently take them all out without so much as raising an eyebrow. It’s just a matter of which side I should tackle first for the best advantage.”

“If you’re going, so am I.”

At Corazon’s words, you shook your head. Oh, how you admired his determination. “Absolutely not. You’ve already been shot once because of me.” You weren’t about to let it happen again. Besides, he was still healing from his injury. He might not show it too much, but you could tell that sometimes it made him uncomfortable.

“You shouldn’t go in alone. I have experience, let me help.”

“Did you forget who I am? All that I’ve done?”

“That was years ago.”

“Did you not see what I did a few days ago?”

Corazon went silent, a small pout to his face. It was clear that he didn’t like the idea of you being in a dangerous situation, but he couldn’t argue with you. “I never lost my edge. The only difference now is that I have people to protect that I care about. If I go in by myself, it’s easier for me to sneak around and not have to worry about anyone else getting hurt because of me.”

“I’m going to let the two of you talk this out. I’m heading inside to let Pops know.” You looked at Marco, nodding as he left.

You took Corazon’s face in your hands. “I know you’re worried. But I have to do this. Not just for me but for so many people.” You kissed him softly before resting your forehead on his. “I promise that I’ll make it out of there. Just fine.”

The man before you frowned, clearly still not okay with this. “I just…can’t lose you. Especially not when I finally have you.”

You sighed softly, wrapping your arms around him and he did the same with you. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get the hospital back, fuck everyone up so bad that they never bother us again, and then we’ll live happily ever after.” You pulled away, smiling at him. “And I’ll give you the best shag of your life too.” You snorted, grinning.

Worry still consumed his features. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be satisfied until everything was over and you were actually safe. “Is it a lot to ask to let go of the past?”

You watched him for a moment. “It’s too late now. You’ve already given me hope and a way to get my life back in order. But after. After I’m going to let it all go, okay?” You kissed his head. You were wondering why he was suddenly against you going. He had given you the information you needed in the first place? Was the situation just settling in?

“I still don’t understand why you won’t let me-”

“Rosinante.” His eyes widened slightly at your tone of voice. “Let’s be honest. It’s been so long since you’ve been in the scene. And you’re incredibly clumsy.” He frowned at your words, but didn’t argue. He pouted like a pet being told no. You couldn’t help but also frown. “I’m sorry. I just can’t have you getting hurt because of me again.”

He nodded, groaning. “Fine. I know there’s no stopping you once you’ve made up your mind.” You smiled up at him, kissing his nose. “It’s going to be just fine. It’ll be over before you know it.”

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stillxnunpxidintern · 1 month

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Marco x Afab Reader x Ace

Smut/18+, minor dni or you'll be blocked

(This was just meant to be a fun little mild spicy thing and it turned in to this, I still can't write smut but I hope you enjoy)

You and Marco have been in a relationship for a few years now and with how busy Marco can get with his duties as 1st mate, 1st division commander and doctor, while you work in the 4th division being busy making food, getting to spend together can be a little tricky.

There have been times when you get pulled into a storage closet by Marco to have a few minutes with each other before going back your duties. When Marco works a "little" to much for your liking, you will entice him back to bed or go into his office and sit on his lap, stopping him from working and making him nap.

You have sat under his deck waiting for him to return and when he does, you free his cock and take him in your mouth as you tease him by running your hand and tongue over his cock before suck him, even when someone comes into walk to him you'll keep going. Sometimes he will hold your head to stop when someone is talking to him but you still do your best to tease him like that. When he comes down your throat you swallow it all and stare up at him like a cat that got the cream, as you lick your lips.

Marco always promises retribution when you pull those type of stunts and he always got you back with extras.

The two of you have caught in the act quite few times, you do try to make sure doors are locked or everyone is asleep or night duty, but sometime someone is walking around and happens upon you both.

Both of you always look sheepish at being caught but once whoever caught you is gone, your both right back at it though a little quieter. However if you get caught by Thatch or Izou, though half the time it seemed like Thatch was the one to catch you both, but when they did they will tease you mercilessly and that is the only time when you actually stop, as they won't leave till they see clothed and looking annoyed.

When that happen the phoenix from what Marco has told you, gets slightly possessive over you, which in turn causes Marco to get very touchy with you and snippy at others that only lasted a couple of days.

When Ace officially joined the crew, it seemed that he was always the one sent to find either of you and when he did find you both, there was normally a top and shirt discards on floor while you and Marco were making out with hand groping each other. Ace seem to always blushing and stutter that one of you were needed somewhere. Thankfully he had yet to catch you both in the act, cause you were sure he might just stop functioning if he did.

You teased him about going red when he finds you and Marco, and said that it's okay for Ace to watch as you and Marco were pretty to look at, which just left him redder and made him ignite sometimes.

When Ace was promoted to division commander, the celebration that was held for him was the first time that Ace caught you and Marco in the act in a empty supply closet. He quite tipsy so when he open the door to the closet thinking it was his room, he sees you with your legs around Marco waist as he fucks you hard against wall.

You lock eyes with raven hair man and grinned at him as he made a noise and quickly slams the door shut, shouting his apologizes which made you chuckle as you whisper something to Marco, making him laugh before calling you dirty and claiming your mouth as he snapped his hips forward getting a moan from you.

The following day when Ace saw either of you, his face went red and avoid looking at either you. Thatch picked up on that and asked if you traumatised him, but you shrugged and told him that Ace walked in on you both so it not your fault as you were in empty supply closet away from people.

It took about a week for Ace to look at you both again while speaking but there was still a little redness on his cheeks though.

You and Marco had been to watching him more and whispering to each other, usually when he sparring with some of the crew.

Lying together in bed one night, Marco tells you that the phoenix is starting to coo whenever he see Ace now, just like how the phoenix used and still does coo when you're around. He mentions that he want to kiss the younger man as well. You told him that you also want to kiss Ace and possible more, wiggling your eyebrows.

Marco chuckled as he said that phoenix knew how to pick people and talked about the best way to branch this topic to Ace.

However before either of you could talk to Ace about it, you were dealing with an attempted murder.

You were spending the afternoon fishing with Thatch when your commander reeled in a chest. Your surprise turned into giddiness as you shook him and told him, it had to be a devil fruit what other reason would a chest be floating in the sea for.

When he opened the chest there was indeed a devil fruit in it and you were so pleased with yourself for guessing correctly, as the two of you headed to Pops to inform him. As Thatch had found found it, it was his to do what he wanted with.

He said he was going to find out what it was first and then decide if he wanted to eat it or not. After that the both of you headed to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner, as the others had done the prep work for dinner.

Dinner was chaotic as normal and the whole time you and Thatch were talking about the devil fruit, the pros and cons. You ponder about what power it could offer and teased Thatch that it probably be some lame power just like him. Thatch decided that you were doing the dishes on own your own for that comment.

You gasped at him, telling him that he was overacting as you were only teasing and it was completely unreasonable to leave all the dishes to you. He just told you that you should of thought of that before calling him lame.

Once dinner was over and you had also eaten, Thatch left you to the dishes, you grumbled the whole time and swore you weren't gonna help him the next time reports were due, that will teach him.

When done with dishes, and making sure the kitchen was clean and tidy, you were looking forward to standing under the shower and getting rid of the sweat and grime from the day. You headed out on to deck to see if Marco might be out there but he wasn't but you did see Thatch hold his devil and notice Teach walking up behind him.

However something felt wrong and a voice was screaming in your head to move. You were moving before you even saw the knife in the Teach hand and screamed out Thatch name, which made him turn to face you and see Teach about to stab him.

Thatch was stabbed badly and you were able to reach him before Teach went to stab him again. You had grabbed one of the knives that your commander always had on him and used it to defend yourself and Thatch with. Teach went to grab the devil fruit but you were closer to it and without thinking you threw it overboard, which made Teach screamed out in anger as he looked at you with rage in his eyes as he pulled a pistol out and shot you point blank in the shoulder.

Thankfully all the commotion happening, had the deck filled with the crew as Teach was quickly subdued and hauled off to brig to be held till his fate was decided. Even though in agonising pain you turned to Thach and put pressure on him wound, telling him to staying a wake as only lame people died.

He gave a pained chuckled as he said he must then lame, and you pushed down, making him wince more and told him he ain't allow to die. A voice next to you repeated that sentiment as you saw Marco, looking over Thatch as he tied a quick bandaged the wound so that he could pull your commander up and carry him with to medical, with Izou helping.

Once everything began settling down, as much as they could given what had just happened, you lent back against the railing as you process that Teach had tried to kill Thatch over a devil fruit. There was movement next you which made you look and saw that Ace was sitting next to you.

You lent against him and placing your head on his shoulder, as he asked if you were okay and you told him that you were doing better than Thatch but would need to go medical at some point, as being shot point blank wasn't fun. Hearing that made Ace panic as he stood up and try to drag to you there but you slap his hands away, telling him that Marco and the nurses need to focus on Thatch first then you would go as you weren't bleeding out. You had picked up a few things over the years from being with Marco.

Ace didn't looked convinced but didn't say anything and just followed you around. A couple of the commanders asked what had happened so you gave a brief account of the incident and they told you go to medical and you waved off their concerns.

It was only after you saw one of the nurses and got news on Thatch that you headed to Medical with Ace still following behind worried that you still might pass out as the left side of of your top was covered blood.

Upon entering medical Ace left, knowing you would be looked after now. You saw Thatch asleep on bed hooked up an iv but you were just glad that he was alive. One look at you and Marco was dragging you over to an empty bed and he ripped off your top, discard the blood soak top on the floor and looked at your shoulder.

As he treated the wound, he softly scold you for not getting it treated sooner or say anything about it when he arrived, there were a few choice words but you didn't take any to heart as you knew he was just worried about you and Thatch, and given Thatch was asleep you were getting it all.

Once he was finished and had bandaged your arms up, using some of his phoenix to help with the pain then put your arm in a sling as he knows what you're like and knows that you will use it if he doesn't put it in a sling.

Marco looked at you and then at Thatch before the tension in his shoulders released as he rested his forehead against your, pulling you close against him and heard a soft coo. You told him that everything was okay and that was not the answer give, as he looked down at you eyes flashing blue and you knew that phoenix was not happy either.

He gave Thatch a quick once over before telling one of the nurses to come get him if anything changes and dragged you to the bedroom. He knew fucking you isn't the greatest idea but he needs something tangible. He fucked you roughly against the door, mindful of your shoulder, before moving to you bed and ate you out, making you cum a few times before having you ride him and coming more till you were begging no more as you tapped out, as you were overestimated and exhausted.

When Marco stopped and let you rest, he held you close almost as if you would disappear if he let you go. The following morning his and the phoenix anger was still simmering under the surface and watching Teach during his trial, made that anger start to boil but kept his composure as Pops commend Teach for his traitorous ways.

He was placed in sea-stone cuffs and forced to eat a devil fruit from storage and then lowered into the sea, letting the sea claim him.

Both you and Thatch joked that him being lame was what saved him cause if you hasn't called him lame, he wouldn't of put you on dish duty and wouldn't of come out at the right to help save him. Marco on the other hand didn't find this funny when he heard.

So with Thatch out of commission and you semi-out of commission, the meal times were even more chaotic than normal, you tried to be in the kitchen and help out but phoenix and Marco by extension was refusing to help you out of his slight and there were few people that he was trusting to be around you at the moment.

Ace was one of the main people he trusted to be around you as the phoenix was still cooing when he saw the fire user. Ace had apologised many times to you and Thatch even though you had both told him it wasn't his fault, everyone was blind to Teach's true nature.

It took over a month before you and Thatch were back on duty together, even though Thatch was still on light duty for a couple of more weeks. You had noticed that the phoenix was still more present, what didn't happen much as normally it would settle down after things went back to normal, and cause of that it meant Marco was still being over-protective and marking you.

If you're on dinner/late shift he would waiting for you at the end, and this particular night Marco pulled you into the shower room as he peeled you out of your clothes and under the spray of water with his hands wandering over you, groping your chest as his hand moved downward and his fingers entered you, teasing you as his thumb rubbed your clit in a small circle making moan out his name, making him go faster as curled his fingers hitting the right spot and making you cum with a cry.

Marco held you close as you came down from your orgasm with him peppering your neck with kisses. He then push you up against the tile wall as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit making you moan as he filled you up.

He started off going slow before setting a faster pace making you moan louder and telling him to go hard. Marco then began pounding into you as you reached a hand down and rubbed your clit, bringing you closer to your 2nd orgasm as you started clench around Marco cock and soon you were coming for a 2nd time but Marco didn't slow as he began to chase his own releases.

There was noise behind you causing you both to pause in your activity, as you looked behind and saw Ace standing there, staring at you and Marco. While he staring Marco snapped his hips forward making you moan, making Ace goes red in the face as you breathlessly asked if he wanted to join.

He looked wide eyed as he made another noise and quickly left the shower room, so both of you went back to fucking as Marco went harder and faster again, which started the build up another orgasm and when you came for a 3rd time and clench around him, making Marco come.

You were both breathless as he pulled out and could feel his release dibble out and down your thighs. Marco pulled you up and held you close as he began kissing you softly then started washing your hair. Feeling his fingers in your hair made you sigh as you lent you against his chest.

When finished washing each other and back in your room cuddling on the bed you both talked about Ace, as you hadn't been able to talk to him about a certain topic with what had happened. The phoenix cooed when you talked about Ace and you called it a greed thing, which made Marco eyes flash blue as he claimed your mouth and said he was pirate, he was always greedy and wanted more.

Trying to talk to Ace was harder than either of you expected cause as soon as he see you or Marco coming near him, he quickly escape and goes off somewhere. It took a few days but you were both finally able to speak to him, as he came into Marco's office with reports from his division. While in the office he kept avoiding both your gazes but you were going to use this opportunity to talk to him.

You managed to coax Ace to come and sit next to you but he still looking at the floor, so told him that you and Marco have been talking about him, about having him join you both for one night at least if he wanted a threesome.

That caught him off guard as his eyes darted between you and Marco, his face going red at the offer and unsure of what to say or do, wondering if he was being pranked as he stuttered but no word were actually said, before asking What.

Marco spoke this time, asking Ace if he wanted joined and have a threesome with him and you. He asked if he was being pranked or if this was a dream, so you reached over pinched his arm telling him that it wasn't a dream or prank, and that you were offering him a threesome at least once and see how it went from there but it was completely his choice and there was no time limit on it.

He nodded his head at that and quickly left the office lost in his own thoughts over the offer. You walked over to Marco and held his head against your chest, fingers in his hair as he gave a soft sigh. It was all up to Ace now if wanted to join or not.

It was a few days when you were in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables, when Ace approached you looking bashful as he asked to talk about the offer. You smiled at him and said you would later on with Marco and will answer any questions he may have. He gave a nod and said he'll see you later.

You were grinning to yourself the whole time as you worked away. Thatch seeing what kind of mood you were in and decided not to ask why, he rather not know more about your sexual activities than he already knew.

Once finished with your shift, you went in search of Ace and when you found him link arms with him and went to Marco office knowing he would be there working on paperwork. Entering the office you grinned at your blonde lover as you pulled Ace in and closed the door.

He raised an eyebrow at you before smiling when saw Ace and pushed away from the deck and leant backward in his chair as you sat on the deck while Ace sat on a chair looking at you both. He tentatively asked why you offered him a threesome.

You and Marco told him how it came be, that the phoenix would coo in a certain way every time it was saw Ace, and the only other time it cooed like that was with you and the phoenix was still cooing like that with you. Then Marco told Ace, that him and you have talked about wanting to kiss him and that lead on to talking about branching the topic to him about joining you but then the Teach incident happen and put that on hold.

When he caught you both fucking in the shower, you knew it was time to branch the topic having a threesome if that all he wanted. Ace just stared looked at you both and asked what else you wanted from this as he thought it was a one time-thing. You let Marco take this one as he started to explain that the phoenix wanted Ace the same way it wants you, that it really wants Ace to join.

However both Marco and you knew that while the phoenix wanted it, doesn't mean that Ace wanted to join, hence why you were offering the threesome and who said it had to be a one time things as they were open to more threesome if that is what Ace preferred than joining the relationship.

You let all the information sink in and let him think over everything you had just said as you moved off the deck and around to Marco, sitting on his lap. His hands were rubbing your thighs as as you both watched the younger man lost in his own world thinking over everything.

Marco called his name after a few minutes, which made him look up and the first thing he asked is why you wanted him. That caught you off guard before asking why wouldn't you want him. Ace asked again why when there were clearly better people than him you both could chose from.

The ways he said it had you standing from Marco lap and moving over to Ace before taking his face in your hands in seconds. You told him just how amazing he was, that he's one of the most hard working crew member you had seen and always willing to help anyone that needs it. He was also sweet, funny and handsome so why wouldn't either of you want him, Marco agreed with what you said.

He looked so stunned at what you had just told him, as he was expecting something else to be said to him. You smiled gently at him and told him again, that you both wanted him but it was his decision in the end on what happens. He gave a little nod and said he need to think about some more and speak to you both when he has an answer.

You and Marco watched him leave lost in his own thoughts once again and hoped he had all the information he needed to make his choice. Wandering back on your lover and kissed him hungrily as his hand rested on your hips. You pulled away and grinned cheekily saying that he needed to get on with his paperwork before twirling away from his hold and blew him a kiss before leaving the office.

There was a groan from his office that made you giggle, you loved riling him up it was so fun especially when you could do it go easily. You headed back to the kitchen to annoy Thatch for a while as there weren't anything else that need your attention.

When Ace came to his decision, he found you both in Marco office as you were straddling the blonde on his chair, kissing him greedily while Marco had his fingers kneading your ass cheeks. Ace watched the two of you before asking if you two were always like. You turned to look at Ace with a grin and told him how could you not when Marco was so attritive and sexy, it was just impossible keep your hands off him.

Marco kissed your neck at that before taking his hands off your ass and moved you around, so you were sitting in his lap and looking at Ace, who closed the door and stood in front of the deck. It took him a couple of moment before saying he wants the threesome and anything else you might offer him.

You smiled brightly at him using your finger to tell him to come over and when he was front you of both, you got Ace to lean down and kissed him, what startled him for a second but returned kissed. You were grinning when the kiss finished and said not to forget Marco, so he lent over to the blonde commander and kissed him as well.

The look Ace had after both kisses was so pleasing to see and you were looking forward to seeing his face when he came undone.

You wiggled around in Marco lap getting comfy, earning a groan from the blonde as he held you tightly to stop you from moving any more and that made Ace laugh. Marco looked at the younger man and asked how he come to the decision of joining.

That got Ace going red in the face as he admitted that the image of you two fucking in the shower wouldn't leave his mind and had even jerked off a couple of times to that image and then after talking about the threesome he couldn't that image out of his head and knowing that there could be more than just a threesome was also something he wanted.

Hearing Ace give his reason made you happy and knew Marco was from the faint coo he was doing into your neck. You told him you could give him plenty more images that he could jerk off too, not that he's gonna to need to with you and Marco around.

The three spoke for awhile longer, making double sure that this is what Ace wanted, that he's allowed to change his mind at any point and that leaded on to telling him that he'll need a safeword, as you & Marco explained how you use a system of red, yellow and green. That red means stop, yellow is pause and ease up and green was all good, and that if he unable to speak then two taps anyway is slow and three taps is stop.

Ace nodded along with everything that was being told to him and said that 'windmill' was his safeword. It was decided to wait a few days as that when you all had the evening free baring any emergencies. Over the following few days you had a spring in your step that Thatch once again picked up on and asked what happened, and immediately said nope doesn't want to know, when he saw the glint in your eyes and knew what it meant.

When the night arrived, you had made sure that Marco was at dinner with you and Ace, making them both sitting opposite you that you used as an advantage and took turns of running your foot up and down their inner leg, toeing their groins which made them both shoot you a look as Marco grabbed your foot the next time you did, telling you to behave but you just smiled and used your other foot to rub his groin so he let go of you foot and promised you would pay so you pouted at him and looked at Ace, asking if he would let Marco get you but he held his hands up and said it was between you two, which made Marco smile at you.

After dinner it didn't take long before the three of you were back in the cabin that you and Marco shared, with the door lock not wanting to be interrupted. You reminded Ace of the colours and safeword, before asking if he was sure he wanted this and he nodded saying that he did and that he remembered colours, so hearing that you pushed him on the bed, straddling his lap as you kissed him with your hands going up his cheat and neck as they went into his hair, pulling him closer to you.

His hands rested on your ass so you grinded your hips down him, slowly earning a little groan from Ace which made you smile as you pulled back to look at him. As you busy teasing Ace, Marco took this chance to pull your top and bra off, freeing your breasts as he squeezed them and rolled your nipples behind his fingers, drawing a moan from you that Ace swallowed.

Pulling your hands from Ace hair, you reached for Marco but he took hold of yours and held them behind your back with one hand, making you arch your back as he lent down and kissed you. With Marco claiming your mouth, Ace took one nipple in his mouth as sucked, pulled and bite down gently getting more moans from you as he swapped to the other nipple and repeated it.

While you were occupied by Marco, Ace took the moment and pulled off your shorts and underwear off in one go, he kept his left his hand on your ass while using his right slipped between your legs and ran his fingers up and down your slit making you moan Ace name as you buck your hips. Two fingers slipped into your needy little hole as he slowly pumped them in and out.

Marco pulled you from up from Ace, making you whine at the lose of his fingers but quickly shhed you as he turned you around in Ace lap, so your back was against his chest and looking at Marco. You were level with your blonde lover crotch and hooked your fingers around his sash and pulled him closer before throwing it away and then pulled his trousers down, licking your lips at his cock as you lent forward and swirled your tongue around the head, making him grunt as his grips your hair.

While teasing Marco, Ace slipped his fingers back into you pumping them faster making you moan, as you ran your tongue over his shafted before taking him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, having Marco call your name with a grunt. Ace slipped another finger into you and pumping faster as his thumb rubbed your clit, making you shudder and moan.

The faster Ace was thrusting his fingers the faster you bobbed your head and the same with if he slowed his pace. You were soon begging Ace to go quicker as you getting so close to your orgasm and knew Marco was as well with how tight he was holding your hair and how much he huffing. Ace curled his fingers and hit the right spot causing you cry around the cock in your mouth as you came, which then triggered Marco and you swallowed it all.

You released Marco cock and lent against Ace as you catch your breath and made a noise when he slipped his fingers out and went to clean them but Marco grabbed his hand and clean his fingers, sucking each of them clean earning a groan from Ace. Once you had your breath back you stood up and looked at the younger man, telling him to lose the shorts as it his turn now.

Once his shorts were discord somewhere in room, he was pushed down on the bed and you claimed his mouth, while Marco took him in his mouth and began running his tongue over cock, making Ace moan and huff what you enjoyed. Marco released Ace as he pulled you down and so you were straddling Ace hips as he rubbed the head of the cock up and down up your slit a few times, drawing out moans from both of you before letting you sink down on the cock, that filled and stretched you.

You let yourself adjust for a few moment before you began to move your hips slowly and Ace placed his hands on your hips. Marco was prising you both for being so good as he placed kisses along your neck. He moved away and went to the bedside table and took the lube out, while he was next to Ace he lent down and kissed him then called him a good boy before coming back to you.

He covered his fingers lube as he then worked his fingers in your back hole and began stretching it before coating his cock and eased himself in you making you breath heavily till he was seated in you and by the seas you never felt this full before. When you felt ready you told them to start moving and feeling them moving in sync rubbing against each other, as one in and one out felt amazing as the build up to your second orgasm was coming quick and with a rough thrust from Ace, hitting the right spot that had you coming and crying out as you laid down against Ace as you caught your breath again, and felt a hand stroking your hair and looked to see Ace smiling at you.

When you were ready to go keep going you pushed yourself back up and Marco pulled you against him with one hand pressed against your chest as they both started moving again and this time taking long slow strokes before doing quick rough stroke. Marco was kissing along your neck as his other hand reach between your leg and rubbing your clit, making you clench around Ace which made him groan as he gripped your hips harder.

Marco started going harder and quickly which meant so did Ace, and with your clit being rubbed quicker, you could feel the impending 3rd orgasm start to build but Marco told you that you weren't allow to come until after both him and Ace had, causing you whine as both holes clenched around them. They went back to doing slow long stroke and till you were begging them to go faster.

They both started to move more as they started chasing their own release, slamming harder and faster in to you as Marco fingers was played with your clit making you clench and beg more. Ace came first gripping your hips keeping you against him as he filled you up and you moaned at the feeling. Marco was holding you tight against his chest now as he began coming and filling you up once again.

That when you were told you come as Marco rocked in to you while adding more pressures to you little bud making you moan more as you were close and needed a little more. You begged for a more and Marco bite down on your neck and gave just thrust, that gave you what you needed as you came with scream.

It was quiet apart from the heavily breathing from the three of you, Marco recovered quickly what was normally cause of the phoenix abilities and gave short thrusts, Ace respond to by giving his own short thrusts as well as fingers still playing with you, but it was too much at the moment so you gave Marco arms three taps.

That stopped him immediately as he moves his fingers away and looked at you, asking if you were okay were and you nodded yes, he then asked if you break for now and you nodded again. He pressed a kiss into you hair as he gently pulled himself out and then pulled you off Ace. You made a little whine at the lose but was promised that you would be filled again later, the night was still young.

You could feel their cum dribbling down your thighs as you were laid down next to Ace, who was sitting against the headboard now and pulled you into his arms. Marco returned with a wet cloth and glass of water that handed Ace and who made you drink some, as he cleaned the mess between your thighs before sitting on the edge bed, stroking your hair.

There was a warmth at your nether regions as the discomfort disappeared and you looked down to see the healing blue flames of the phoenix. You got asked how you were feeling and told them that you feeling better but still wasn't ready for more yet. Marco told it was okay and prised you for doing so well and taking them both. You preened a little at his words as you lent up and kissed Marco, it was gently loving kiss and pulled away, smiling at him as you turned Ace and softly kissed him as well.

When you were ready continue on the rest of the night was spent going at it like bunnies and you were so glad that Ace was here now given how quickly Marco could recover and how many rounds he could go before he was sated, as much as you love the phoenix abilities you also disliked them sometimes.

The following morning even after the healing flames, your body was still sore as well as still being covered in bite marks and bruises from fingers, it was just your luck that both men enjoyed seeing you covered in marks they've made a little to much. Your legs still felt shaky when walking or even just standing for awhile, so they would picked you up and just carry you around the ship with everyone teased you. You were envious of both devil fruit users as at the moment it seems liked they hadn't spent the night fucking away.

Pops upon seeing how they were carrying you just laughed, he knew what you and Marco like but knowing that Ace had apparently joined the relationship, he smiled and congratulated you the three of you before asking when he was gonna get his first grandchild.

You nearly choked on air when you heard that and glared at Pops for saying but he just laughed saying an old man can hope. There was whispers going around you after that and you knew what they were, as just you knew about the bet that the crew had going about you and Marco given how often you fuck and how long it be before you get pregnant, that bet had been going on for a good few years now and still nothing but now Ace had joined the crew was talking about the bet again.

Pops was getting blamed for this and you told him that as you pout at him but he still just smiled and said he got good money on you, just like the rest of crew did. An arm curled around you keeping you still as hand covered your mouth as you started ranting. Your blonde lover whispered to you to be a good little birdy and behave or else, in a tone that made you shiver at the connotations of his words so you did.

You heard snigger coming from next to you and saw that your own commander was grinning and chuckling at you, the urge you to tackle Thatch to the ground was so hard to resists but you did, mainly cause you had an arm around you stopping but you gave him a look that promised payback.

True to the look you gave Thatch, you got your payback a few months later, taking your time and luring Thatch in to a fake sense of security. You set up the prank for him in the kitchen that would go off without you being in the kitchen but you made sure to be close by to hear his shrieks what was music to your ears and walk with a spring your step and a grin on lips, that when your heard your name being yelled and you legged it.

While avoiding Thatch you run by Ace and grabbed his hand, dragging him with you as Thatch was still yelling your name. You made it to Marco office, that was safe space, and pushed him into the current empty office and shut the door. Ace asked what you did but you just smiled at him as you made him sit on one of the chairs in front of the desk and got down on your knees.

Ace eyed you suspiciously but didn't say anything as you undid and pulled his shorts down enough that allowed you to pull his cock and you licked your lips but you looked at up at him and he gave a little nod. With that you lent forward and you took the head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and then ran your tongue up and down the shaft a few times before taking the head back in and started to bob up and down as Ace put his fingers in your hair.

You started to bob faster and taking more of him in, tongue swirling around the shaft when you slowed for moment and could hear the soft grunts from Ace. You looked at up him to see his eyes were closed but his grip tightening on your hair, roughly forcing you to take more as he hit the back of your throat as he got closer to coming. You added to a hand to help and gave a little hum and just as he came a few moments later the door to the office open as you opened your mouth as you swallowed his cum.

All you heard was the shout of why is it all me from your commander, you licked your dark hair lover cock clean before licking your lips clean as you looked up at Marco and Thatch smiling at them as you stood up and Ace tucked himself away. Marco pushed Thatch out of the office and said that he'll deal with it and speak to him later after. With that Marco closed the door and locked it as he looked at you, as you smiled at him there was flashing of blue in his eyes that told you that you were in trouble but getting Thatch back was worth it not you were saying that outload, you didn't need to add the punishment you were gonna get.

Marco walked over to you placing his forefinger and thumb under your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him as he eyes were still flashing blue as he spoke slight growl saying that maybe he should help some of the crew win the bet, by having him and Ace start breeding you so you finally got pregnant, so that you might actually learn to behave and would cause less trouble being unable to move quickly while you swollen with child.

A shiver went through your body at that thought and soft moan escaped your lips at the image of being with child after being fucked and bred by them entered your mind. That seemingly was the right answer as Marco called you a good little bird while felt Ace come behind and placed his hand on your stomach and said how good of Mama you would be as he placed kisses around your neck.

You just completely surrounded to both men in that moment and let them fuck and bred you all night long.

None of the crew saw any of you till the following afternoon and when did, you were being carried around again as you had no energy and how you looked said you had been completely and thoroughly fucked while your brain was mush at the moment. Both men whispered prises and sweet nothings in to your ears and gently touches across your stomach at times when no looking.

Thatch asked when he was getting his cook back and Marco gave his usual lazy smile and said you should be fine tomorrow but who actually knew as you might still be tired or have no energy. The 4th division commandeer muttered under his breather that the three of you were all as bad each other as he walked away.

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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The OP Boys & Their Personal Dirty Secrets pt. 2

A/N : Hey hun! I hope you like this! ( i can’t tag you idk why ) I saw you wanted a part two to this and decided to do it because it was fun. I guess, lol. anyways hope you like this! :>

Soooo, don’t judge the gif I couldn’t find anything else. Also I’m kinda tired ;-; alsooo. these ones are a LITTLE bit dirtier.

Warning : NSFW AHEAD! PROCEED WITH CAUTION! ⚠️ ESPECIALLY W/ THATCH.

kid and mihawk don’t have specific dark secrets since I couldn’t think of anything that would yk connect to them. ;-;

Summary : All of these boys and their personal, hidden dirty secrets. PART TWO!

Doflamingo

Oh boy, this male, despite his possessiveness, has a bit of a voyeurism kink. He hasn’t yet, but he DEFINITELY wants to turn on the country wide announcement, ( like those screens whatever used in Dressrosa when he talked ) and just fuck you as everyone watches throughout the island. He dreams of it, and one day, HE WILL make it a reality.

“How does it feel?” The lick of his lips and the shit-eating grin was on display all over the island for the people of Dressrosa to see, the image of Doflamingo’s hips thrusting and making contact with your rear.

“Does it feel good to have the whole island watching you being fucked senseless, by me? Their king?”

You couldn’t respond, lost in the insane amount of pleasure that ran through your body, specifically your lower regions. You didn’t even care that you were being watched, basking in the euphoria you were given at the moment.

Doffy’s strings suspended you partially in air, the material binding your body so you couldn’t move in the slightest as he took you from behind.

Arms wrapped around your bare figure, one holding you thigh tightly while the other wrapped around your torso, his hand grasping your throat and his fingers, pressing itself onto the flesh of your neck.

If you were fortunate, your face was cut off from the screen to be visible but your exposed body was seen by everyone who watched.

Doflamingo felt glory and power, as he continued to fuck you for all to see, your sweet, melodic moans echoing through the island as he did this.

What a fantasy that will soon become a reality.

Kid

Literally anything but also nothing. I couldn’t think of anything.. so here’s a kink he has! Dominant Submission. (?) basically, he LOVES the submissive ones, but those who really fight back. Feisty bitches yk? But like, he knows you’re all talk because he’ll have you begging for him on your knees once the two of you really get started. ;)

You’re teasing the hell out of Kid. You’re being bad by ignoring Kid and disobeying his orders and the Captain has had enough.

He barges into your room, slamming the door shut with the lock clicking on and before you could react, he has his hand around your throat and your back shoved to the wall.

“You think you’re being funny?” He growls into your ear, instantly using his free hand to rip your clothes off in a swift pull.

Despite the lack of air you had, your face still formed a sly and cheeky smirk in response. “I..I think it’s.. hilarious. Ha.”

Kid scowls before slowly smirking himself and tightened his grip on your neck a little bit more, but not enough to actually kill you. ( he cares after all :> )

“Tch. Looks like you need a punishment.” He drags you over to your bed and shoves you roughly done onto him, unbuckling his pants and pulled the belt out from the loops and pressed the two ends together so he had an able whipping belt. ( make sense? )

You merely grin at this and tilt your head. “Oh? Is that for me?” You hum and sat up, legs up and spread for him to see your already getting wet pussy, arms over you knees.

The sight of it made Kid growl lowly before he walks closer to you. “Time for you to face the consequences of pissing me off.”

With one hand, he forces you down onto the bed, breasts against the mattress and your ass forcefully in the air.

And with the raise of his other hand, it was only seconds before a loud whip was heard.

Tears stings the corner of your eyes but you still held strong, biting your lip. “Is that all you got? Guess you weren’t so angry.” You laugh and Kid didn’t respond, only whipping you once more, a little more force.

“Don’t you worry. I have all night long.”

[ I could write a whole OneShot about this, I had to stop lol ]

Marco

Little bit harder, buttt, come on. Sex in the air? Marco’s dream, for sure. And if he’s going to admit it, yes, he has done sexual activities in the air, where no one would be around.

The blonde doctor soars across the sky, a little ways away from the ship, not too far to lose sight but enough where he wouldn’t be seen, regardless of it being the time of night.

He’s only ever done it once or twice, but the no matter how many times Marco would do it again afterwards, the first time experience couldn’t ever be bested.

Sexual activities in the air.

Yet, that didn’t mean Marco didn’t love the thrill and excitement it brought him, especially when he did it so often in his younger days.

Extending his bright cyan blue wings out and around him, Marco palms himself through his pants, shutting his eyes before slightly lowering his pants enough to release his cock into the exposed cold air.

Marco shivers before reeling back and moving so he was laying down, his wings as support. One left propped up and his fingers wrapped itself around his shaft, his touch slow.

With nothing but the moon lighting down on him and the refreshing night breeze in the midnight sky, Marco felt at ease as he continues to rub his length in a teasingly slow motion, only increasing in speed seconds after.

Marco won’t lie, when it came to his release, he often did it into his hands and a bit dripping down onto his hips and chest,

but it felt good letting his cum spurt into the ocean.

Thatch

It’s pretty known that Thatch is a real perv with large sexual desires. ( at least to me because of @ honeybakedthatch lol ) however, this personal secret is his dirtiest one yet.

Thatch bit his lip as he grunted out a soft groan, feeling the rest of his warm, bitter cum shooting out from his tip and into the leftover mixture of cream and condensed milk he made for the cinnamon buns.

Pulling his pants up and zipping it tight, Thatch made sure to thoroughly mix the cum and mixture together with a plastic spoon before drizzling it over the cinnamon buns he left out just for you.

The plastered grin Thatch wore merely widens as he watched the ordinary looking cinnamon buns look identical to the others, but he knew the pleasant surprise in taste that differed.

Just as he finished drizzling the cream, the door opened, you having walked in. “Thatch, I smell something good! What is it?”

The cheery, innocent smile you had made Thatch smirk a bit, the imagination all too pleasant, the thought of you eating his delicious cinnamon buns.

“I made cinnamon buns. Here, I made these especially for you.” Thatch holds out the separate plate he had and walks closer to you, placing a sweet kiss on your temple before letting you take the plate and fork.

“Enjoy. If it’s a bit too bitter, let me know and I’ll.. sweeten it up for you.”

Mihawk

This stoic ass man is such an intimate, romanticist, he doesn’t quite have very dirty secrets.. but, one kink he secretly has is bondage and slight corruption. He won’t ever mention it but if you bring it up, he’ll voice his opinions on it.

“Now, now, love. You should be careful.”

Mihawk’s strict but amused tone was evident as he sat in his chair and watched you writhe in the tight black silk ribbons that bounded you on the ground.

Your arms were tied behind your back, your vision blocked by a silk blindfold and your legs were forced spread by a ankle bar, exposing your bare heat towards Mihawk.

You were leaning against a table/chair, and the only thing you could hear were Mihawk’s praises and warnings, along with the humming vibration that came from the vibrator strapped to your clit.

“You might loosen the binds, and you know you don’t want that, do you?” Mihawk sternly questions and you shook your head, biting your lip to prevent yourself from moaning out too loud.

“Oh? You aren’t responding?” Mihawk smiles slightly as he leans on his hand, elbow on the armrest of his chair. “I asked you a question.”

You gasp out in realization and stammered out, trying to close your legs from the shock and orgasm you keep receiving.

“I-I mean no.. h-hah.. ah.. I, I don’t want it to loosen.” Your blush darkens at the embarrassment you held, but you loved this, just as much as Mihawk did.

Shanks

I could come up with a bunch of things but the first thing my mind went to was — sex tapes. Shanks is all for EVERYTHING but I feel like sex tapes seal the deal. Especially since he hooks up with so many women, I’m sure.

Shanks watches as the woman below him arches her back and curls her toes in pure bliss and euphoria.

The loud moans escaping her lips and filling the motel rooms only edged him further.

His tight grip on the woman’s left thigh glides up to grab the soft mound flesh on her left, his fingers twisting the little perky bud as he thrusted his hips roughly into her, eliciting a louder pleasurable cry.

The sound of skin slapping was the only thing heard other than the heavy grunts of Shanks and the mewls of the woman being fucked into oblivion.

Shanks, despite having the time of his life and was nearing his climax as he continued to thrust into the two small and tight lips, it’s walls clenching around him, could only think about the recording camera on its designated position on top of the drawer.

As much as he loved the real experience at the current moment, he couldn’t wait to rewatch the recording of it and relive the experience that way.

A/N: here you go, hun! I know you wanted a part 2 with these characters and I hope this went out you expected and wanted! :>

A few don’t have proper endings but it’s gooddd enoughhh for me. :p

jus wondering, what do y’all think Kid has? Master, sir, daddy or captain kink? Or none and just his name?

Law def has a “doc/doctor” kink lol but since I’m at it, I don’t think Marco has that.

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #op #one piece writing #dracule mihawk x reader #donquixote doflamingo x reader #one piece thatch x reader #one piece thatch #red haired shanks #akagami no shanks #marco the phoenix x reader #marco the phoenix #eustass captain kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #ns.fw

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doyumacy · 3 years

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5, 6, 7

“marco,” donghyuck calls mark, entering the warehouse.

mark hums in response, checking his phone. “sup, hyuck?”

“i have great news,” he smirks. “i was doing numbers, and after we’re done doing business with doyoung we’ll have enough to move to japan.”

mark nods. “okay cool. why japan tho?”

“street races are way cooler there,” hyuck shrugs. “and girls are hotter.”

mark rolls his eyes. “yeah sure. tell jeno and yves.”

“damn, aren’t you gonna be sad when you leave y/n?” donghyuck looks at him.

mark rubs his left cheek, still checking his phone. “nope. it’s just sex.”

“fine. i’ll have everything settled,” donghyuck walks to his car. “maybe two months?”

“yes, two or three months.” mark nods.

when donghyuck leaves, mark places his phone on the couch and stares at the wall. it’s not going to be hard leaving, right?

right.

it’s just casual sex.

two people having fun and that’s it.

no feelings involved.

he shakes his head, groaning to himself. the last thing he needs is falling for some chick he’ll never see again

(...)

“y/n?” jaehyun calls you from the kitchen.

“yes?” you reply from the couch in the living room.

“can you come and help me?”

you stand up and go to the kitchen. jaehyun is standing next to the stove, holding a box. he’s focused on reading the instructions on the back. he sees you and hands it to you. “could you translate it to me?”

you take the box and you frown. it’s written in spanish. “i don’t speak spanish, jaehyun.”

“yes you do, i’ve heard you speaking it.” he cocks an eyebrow.

you laugh. “i memorize words and repeat them. it doesn't necessarily mean i speak it fluently.”

jaehyun rolls his eyes. “is someone in this house fluent in spanish?” he raises his voice.

jisung enters the kitchen, he opens the fridge and takes out a blueberry gatorade. “i’m not. sorry.”

jaehyun groans. “you two are useless. get out of my kitchen.”

you look at him. “it’s my house?”

“just… get out,” jaehyun waves you off. “you too, jisung.”

“what are you even trying to make?” jisung laughs.

“tortillas,” jaehyun sighs.

jisung looks at you and you both burst out laughing. jaehyun crosses his arms on his chest. “what’s so funny?”

“why can’t you just google the recipe?” you say.

“because i thought you were fluent and bought this cornflour!” jaehyun glances at you.

you sigh. “use google translate.”

“jisung, i heard you took some spanish classes,” jaehyun looks at him.

“i think you heard wrong, my friend. i took chinese lessons once,” jisung giggles.

“completely useless, as i said,” jaehyun shakes his head.

“what is my boy jaehyun upset about?” johnny asks, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

you turn and see johnny, and behind him is mark who leans on the other side of the doorframe.

you slightly blush, remembering how good he fucked you nights ago. your legs on your chest, he pounding into you. mark smiles at you, guessing what’s going through your mind right now.

“jaehyun thought y/n was fluent in spanish,” jisung shrugs and sits on the kitchen counter.

“and you’re not?” mark looks at you.

“no,” you chuckle. “i wish i was.”

“see, our dad is korean but we have different mothers.” johnny tilts his head. “of course, my mother is korean and so is my dad. and the woman who my dad cheated on is not. who happens to be her mom. and i don't remember her mom speaking in spanish.”

you squint your eyes. “they didn’t need to hear you married dad fucked my mom.”

“ouch,” johnny places a hand on his chest. “that hurt.”

“deserved it,” you smile at him.

“you’re rude,” johnny pouts.

jisung sighs dramatically. “i should’ve gone to an orphanage.”

“jisung!” you stare at him.

he smiles showing his teeth. you shake your head and take johnny’s lips in your fist and push him away so you can get out of the kitchen. “you should be used to.”

“so is anyone going to help me to make tortillas?” jaehyun groans.

“dude, there’s a store that already sells tortillas like 2 blocks from here!” johnny looks at him.

you leave jaehyun and johnny bickering and jisung as their audience and go back to the living room, sitting on the black leather couch in front of the tv. mark follows you.

“so… you two hate each other or something?” mark asks, confused.

you look at him and tap on the couch so he can sit next to you. “i sometimes want to put his head inside of a microwave and turn it on, but i love him.”

“that’s even more confusing,” mark jokes.

you smile. “we grew up together. he was a year old when his dad cheated on his mom and his mom left our dad, leaving johnny as well.”

“so your mom raised you both?”

you nod. “yeah. i mean, kind of?”

mark tilts his head quizzically. “kind of?”

you sigh deeply. “my mom died when johnny was 7 and i was 5. it was tough, but johnny has had it tougher, you know? losing both mother figures… and i don’t remember my mom much.”

“i’m sorry, y/n.” mark rests his hand on your right shoulder. “i shouldn’t have asked.”

“it’s okay,” you smile slightly.

“what about your dad?”

“my dad remarried,” you giggle and rub your chin. “he uhm started dating johnny’s physics teacher when he was in high school and they now live in san luis obispo.”

“do you visit him often?” mark rests his elbow on the backrest of the couch.

you shake your head. “not really. he doesn’t like the lifestyle we have so keep pushing away, you know? the last time i saw him was maybe 5 years? i think it was his wedding.”

wraps his hand with yours and looks at you. “he’s missing you out. you’re amazing, extraordinary, incredible, unbelievable…” he kisses your hand.

you can’t explain to yourself why your heart is going faster?

you like him.

fuck off.

mark releases your hand when he hears johnny coming to the living room. he stares at you both. “what were you doing”?

“just chatting,” you sgruh.

johnny hums, taking his jacket. “by the way, y/n, next time you bring someone please tell them to keep it down.”

mark’s eyes widen open. you laugh. “it wasn’t my guy. it was me.”

my guy.

johnny makes a face. “oh please. you’re disgusting.”

“you started it!” you giggle.

“can’t the dude afford an hotel?” johnny scoffs and looks at mark. “you’d take her to your place at least, right?”

mark feels like he’s choking on his saliva and you look at him. is he blushing? mark getting shy? no way.

“i highly believe mark would take to his place instead of fucking me next to my brothers’ rooms,” you smirk.

johnny grins. “you two think i’m some kind of an idiot, don’t you?”

now your mouth drops to the floor and marks wishes the earth would swallow him. johnny laughs. “fucking mark, you think you could bang my sister without me finding out? you got some balls, dude.”

“but i - he- how?” you stare at johnny.

“you two always look at each other as if you were undressing you. all the hickeys pretty much in the same spot…” johnny shrugs.

“he’s lying,” jisung wraps an arm around johnny’s shoulders. “i saw you two.”

“you what?!” you almost scream.

“i think i’m gonna pass out,” mark murmurs.

“but i told you they’d admit it,” johnny looks at jisung. “you owe me $20 big boy.”

“damn it,” jisung groans, taking his wallet out, handing johnny a $20 bill.

you and mark stare at each other, not knowing what to exactly say.

“listen, i don’t care about your relationship as long as you don’t knock her up,” johnny warns mark. “or give her something.”

“johnny oh my god, just… shut up!” you clench your jaw.

“hey, i’m the oldest here,” he stares at you, placing his hands on his hips. “and as her older brother, i give you permission to date her. it’s alright.”

“we’re not dating,” you murmur between teeth.

“dude, you’re totally screwing this up,” jisung laughs. “look at mark! he’s red as a tomato!”

“jisung, be quiet please.” johnny looks at him. “thank you. where was i? ah! right. since you’re not dating then i give you permission to bang her, but not when jisung or me is around. it’s weird.”

“okay, that’s enough. this is embarrassing.” you say, standing up and leaving the three men.

johnny whistles. “that was alright. i’m a great brother, aren’t i?” he smiles proudly.

“i really feel sorry for you future kids,” jisung mutters.

“hey!” johnny stares at him.

mark inhales deeply and looks at johnny. “dude, listen, i’m sorry, i really w-”

johnny waves his hand. “do as you want, mark. but let me tell you something, if you hurt her i will chop off your dick and feed it to my neighbor's dog. it’s a promise.” johnny smiles at him.

mark gulps. johnny is not kidding.

“got it, canadian boy?” johnny asks.

mark nods. “perfectly.”

“fine!” johnny nods. “let’s go mark, we got business to attend.”

(...)

mark whistles. forty kilos of remarkably potent methamphetamine. almost worth it in half million dollars.

mark sees johnny coming out of a bedroom with a black haired guy walking next to him. mark doesn’t recognise him and he thinks he’s an old friend from johnny.

and he is.

“mark, this is yuta. yuta, this is mark,” johnny introduces them to each other.

yuta stares at mark and remembers seeing him leaving the same room as you the night of the party.

he’s the guy you’re now fucking.

but yuta knows he has no right to be upset since he made a choice, and by making that choice he knows he lost you.

“nice to meet you, yuta.” mark extends his hand.

yuta shakes it. “you too, mark.”

“awkward,” johnny hums. “okay. thank you for coming, yuta. we need to leave now before doyoung gets all crazy thinking we chickened out.”

yuta nods, still staring at mark. “i’ll be off the radar. take care of y/n.” yuta looks at johnny.

“always,” johnny nods.

yuta gives mark one last glance and he leaves. mark sighs deeply. “are you okay with this?”

johnny looks at mark. “what do you mean?”

“lying to y/n…”

johnny rubs his forehead. “i had no choice, mark.”

mark nods. “forget i asked. it’s none of my business.”

“yeah, it is not.” johnny walks to his car. “whatever is going on between you two you cannot tell her, mark.”

“and i won’t.” mark assures him.

johnny and mark drive from south los angeles to beverly hills, where doyoung’s apartment is.

when they arrive at the building, mark and johnny can tell doyoung is all about luxury: he lives in one of the best zones in los angeles and he only wears expensive brands. as expected.

they get a code to go up to his place and once they’re outside, doyoung’s bodyguard check them in case they decided to carry a gun. clear, they enter to his apartment and johnny whistles. “motherfucker knows how to use his money.”

“of course i do,” doyoung speaks behind them.

mark turns around and he sees doyoung walking to the bar counter. “did you bring my candies?”

“yes.” johnny replies and tosses him the backpack and a small bag.

doyoung makes a signal to his bodyguard and he walks and picks up the bags, empiting them. he places the drug on the counter and takes out a scale from underneath. the bodyguard looks at doyoung and nods. doyoung waves him off and pours some whisky on his glass. “you sure yuta made this?”

“yes.” johnny answers.

“alright.” doyoung tosses him a wad of wills. “200k and i’ll give you the rest when the rest of the shit is sold.”

“we agreed on 300k,” johnny looks at him.

“i gotta make sure it’s yuta’s meth,” doyoung stares at him. “now get out of my place.”

“fucker,” johnny mumbles.

mark clears his throat and walks to doyoung. “thinking you’ll be selling that shit three times more, you’ll be getting around 8 million. so we’re gonna want more than just 300k.”

doyoung cocks an eyebrow at him and then stares at johnny. doyoung opens his mouth to reply him back but mark does it first. “how do i know it? basic math. you normally would sell five grams for 60 bucks and you have 40 kilos. and right now, the price for a kilo of meth is 12 grand.”

doyoung squints his eyes. “how much do you want?”

“a million.”

doyoung laughs. “i’ll give you 500k, that’s the last offer.”

“okay,” mark smirks. “then this is the last time we’ll be making business.” mark turns to johnny. “johnny, my contact in canada will give us so much more.”

johnny doesn't’ know shit about mark’s ‘contact’ in canada. in fact, he doesn't even know anything about it.

until he catches it.

“yeah,” johnny shrugs. “thanks, but next load will be for him. sorry doyoung.”

mark and johnny walk towards the door. doyoung groans and places his glass on the counter. “fine. one million, but next load i want 80 kilos.”

“you’ll have them,” mark assures him.

“now leave before i change my mind and blow your brains up.”

when johnny and mark get to johnny’s car, johnny turns to mark. “are you nuts?!”

“doyoung is a bitch, he was going to pay us shit and we’re doing the dirty work!” mark stares at him. “a part of it.”

“how in hell are we gonna get him 80 kilos of meth?” johnny rubs his face with the palms of his hands. “yuta won’t agreed.”

“then we gotta make him,” mark shrugs.

johnny frowns and looks at him. “what is your evil mind planning?”

“my mind isn’t evil,” mark scoffs. “i just… i thought of pushing him a bit to help us.”

“he’s going to kill you, you know?” johnny says as he turns the car on.

“i’ll be rich and dead,” mark pinches his nose. “what else can i ask?”

(...)

you are not sure what got you to take the photo. you are even less sure what got you to hit send.

since mark left your house with johnny that afternoon, you didn't see him or hear from him and you miss him.

so you do something you think you’d never do again.

shirt off. tits out.

chewing on your fingernails and staring at your phone screen. waiting.

mark opens the door of his apartment and drops down on the couch. his phone buzzes and he smiles when he sees your name on the screen. he unlocks the phone and he freezes. heart racing as he bites his lips. his throat bobs, amd he slightly groans at how quickly his jeans are growing tight.

you’re smiling directly into the camera. breast squished together and cheeks rosy pink. his cocks is painguyll nard now and he feels pathetic at how hard he got just for seeing your shirtless.

when his hand starts slowly trailing down his torso, his phone pings again. he sees the message is from you once more.

did you like it?

fuck yes. the things i wanna do to you right now… you're so hot.

;)

want me to return the favour?

you're sitting on your bed, holding your phone in your hand and you nip at your lip.

yes.

then you wait, staring down at the phone. just the thought of him taking a photo on the other end of the phone is making you wet, just imagining him slipping a hand into his already tight jeans and -

your phone pings and you unlock it. you almost drop your phone when the picture pops out. mark has a nice cock, but surprisingly, it isn’t his cock that draws your eyes first, but his hand. you imagine his hand wrapping your neck slightly. choking you. that hand is wrapped now firmly around the base of his pretty cock. flushed red and dripping with pre-cum.

the hand not gripping your phone slowly slips down your stomach and into your panties. you’re shocked to find yourself wet, gently rubbing circles around your clit as you stare at mark’s dick. how bad you want to clean it up with your tongue.

you manage to type with your shaking hand, dipping one finger inside of yourself.

i’m so wet for you.

you get a response minutes after, but you’re too busy thrusting a finger in and out yourself. then another message

another angle. the camera is higher this time, giving you a perfect view of his face. his black hair is messy and plastered to his forehead with sweat. his cheeks are flushed pink and his shirt is bunched up around his ribcage. he’s looking right at you, eyes half lidded. hand still tightly wrapped around his cock.

fuck it, you decide and hit the video call button.

mark jumps when his phone starts to ring. his hand shakes when he hits accept. you pop onto his screen, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping down your brow, mouth hung open and panting.

“h-hey mark,” you breathe, breaking off into a moan halfway through his name. you just moaned his name.

“ah,” his throat bobs, still slowly working his cock. “hey…”

“i thought this might be uhm...” it’s now that he notices the way your free arm is moving. something is happening off screen, he can guess what it is. you have a shaky breath and manage a nervous smile, “...you know, easier? than the photos…”

“ah, yes.” a nervous laugh comes up out of his chest, “i was having trouble typing. my hands are kind of busy.”

you smile softly, but a twitch of your lips betrays your nerves. “do you still want to see?”

a noise that could almost be called a whimper escapes mark’s mouth at the thought, “y-yeah. i mean if you are willing to show someone like me then i would be… very happy..”

he watches as you take a deep breath, and begin panning the camera down past your breasts, over the curve of stomach, before it finally focuses in on your fingers, dipping slowly in and out of your dripping center. he chokes on a sound, half a moan, half a laugh as he watches you languidly fingering yourself. first just one finger, but then quickly two.

“you weren’t kidding about how wet you are…” he breathes, completely in awe of you.

mark hears the nervous ring of your laugh from off camera, “y-yeah.” you breathe shakily, fingers still continuing their ministrations.

your thumb reaches up and brushes across your clit, he sees your thighs shake and he licks his lips, tightening the grip of his hand around his weeping cock, “i’d give anything to be there right now.”

there is a little fumbling, and then the camera comes back up your face, bright red and smiling shyly as you refuse to make eye contact with the phone screen, “so do i.”

there’s a lull in conversation. your eyes turn to meet his through the screen, and for a moment he is just jerking off to your expression. the way your eyes clench shut, the way you hiss through your teeth. he can see your arm moving faster, he can’t help but wonder how many fingers are inside you now. can’t help but think it were his fingers insead.

“mark?” you ask, voice high pitched and almost mewling.

he gulps, his hips are bucking up into his hand now. you look so beautiful like this, “yes?”

you meet the approximation of his eyes, chewing your lower lip nervously, “are you still-?”

mark nods, “yeah I-“

“can i see?”

his heart is racing, but he nods and shuffles a little higher up on the pillows. mark takes a deep breath in through his nose and switches his phone to the back facing camera. he watches your eyes blow wide and your mouth drops open in a moan, “fuck… it’s so pretty. you’re so pretty.”

mark laughs, slowly bringing his fist up to the head of his cock and teasing the tip with the pad of his thumb. he can see that your eyes are following the movement, “you really like it?”

“if i was there with you it would have been in my mouth like half an hour ago.”

mark groans at that, head falling backward on his pillow as he flips the camera back around, “you’re torturing me.”

“the faces you’re making… i love them,” you whisper, biting down hard on your lower lip to hide a moan. your arm is moving even faster, breasts shaking with the movement.

mark keeps pumping his cock even faster and you hear him choke a moan.

he can feel himself getting close, there’s a tightness in the pit of his stomach that is just begging him to let it go. keening and moaning, eyes scrunching shut as his hips guide his palm into a particularly delicious stroke, he can here you whimpering and mewling on the other end of the phone, and if he listens hard enough he can hear the wet sounds of your fingers pumping into and out of your sex.

“ah mark, i wish it was your fingers inside of me.”

he feels those words in his insides, from his stomach all the way out to the tips of his fingers. it is like a bolt of lightning to his heart, to his cock, to his everything. you want him. his mouth drops open, and words escape him before he can think better of it, “i- fuck” he gasps as his thumb brushes over his weeping slit, drool running down over his chin, “i want your mouth on me. i want it so badly ah shit i-”

you don't stop touching yourself, twitching and gasping, getting closer and closer just watching him as he shatters. the moment that breaks you, your final snap is when you catch a glimpse of his wrist giving himself one last pump off screen. his brow furrowing and a delicious moan escaping his perfect lips, splattering his bare torso with his cum.

it’s too much. with a breathless moan you feel yourself tip over the edge, your insides tightening, toes curling and the world goes white behind your eyes. all you can think about is mark. your hand is shaking when you finally slip your fingers out of yourself and wipe them on your bare thigh, when you open your eyes you can see mark laying back on the armrest and breathing deeply as he comes back down.

you giggle, “so…”

mark cracks open an eye, “so…”

“do you want to keep talking?” you grab a shirt and pull it on over your head, “or was that...it?”

you watch as mark runs a hand through the mess of his hair, he gives you a sleepy smile, “i need to clean up, but i can leave the audio on if you want?”

“yeah.” you reply, “that sounds good.”

(...)

a few days later, you end up driving all the way to orange county to meet doyoung and do what’s asked you.

“there’s my star,” doyoung greets you, smiling while walking towards you. his bodyguard walking behind him.

you smile at him back. “you didn’t tell me it was going to be crowded tonight.”

“word got spread the famous y/n suh will be racing tonight against the rookie jwi,” he smiles sideways and leans against your car.

you take a deep breath. “are they here?”

doyoung shakes his head. “he’ll come.”

“is there something else i need to know?” you inquire.

“he never gets off his car; he just races and then leaves. one of his friends collects the money and that’s their routine,” doyoung crosses his arms on his chest. “his technique is quite impressive.”

“what is it?” you turn around, expecting him to arrive.

“double clutching,” doyoung announces. you turn to him, surprised. “i know. he’s fucking insane, he matches up engine speed with cluth speed between downshifts and gets smoother transitions.”

you place your hands on your hips and furrow your eyebrows. “i can come up with something better than that.”

doyoung grins maliciously. “i hope you do. i want that fucker out.”

a green subaru wrx makes their way, all eyes on it. he’s the mysterious driver no one ever has seen. and to be honest, you want to know who’s sindie the car. he stops his car next to you and makes its engine roar. “don’t fail me, y/n.” doyoung stares at you, before exiting the start line.

you get into the car and start the engine, your car sounding loud as the people around you.

you grip at the wheel and turn around, eyeing the green car. you wonder if he’s nervous.

the race is not a regular race. the race will start in newport beach to santa ana. 12.9 miles. it’s risky and dangerous, but you tell yourself you’re gonna do great. you know all of the streets. the gps system in your car traces the path you have to run.you hold the hand break, to do what you know the best, drift.

you are fully focusing on the street and the cars in the middle, you’re not going to run the random chance to hit any car and have an awful accident. you look through the mirror and can’t see the green subaru, you keep shifting the velocities, slowing down the speed to be able to turn to the left. you are still ahead of the race. where are you green subaru? you think, gripping the steering wheel tighter. you keep running straight, when suddenly the green subaru appears from an interjection coming from the right side, almost hitting your car.

“piece of shit,” you murmur.

the subaru guy's next movement is hitting the nitro, leaving you behind. you see the downs the shifts to the third velocity, slows the speed, drifts in the curve when turn to the left. the subaru goes ahead by a few inches. when he passes the finish line, the wind that the car gets due to the high speed, lifts up a few skirts from some of the women there. and he keeps going straight.

he’s gone.

you lift the hand brake, burning the tired roughly and the car ending in a horizontal position. you have lost the race.

“you knew i was going to lose?” you follow doyoung.

“yeah,” he says as he walks to his luxurious car.

“then why did you even bother to ask me to race against him?”

doyoung turns. “because then you can come up with something better. this time.” he stares at you. “something useful to make him lose.”

“why do you care? just ask the dude to race for you,” you scoff.

“i’ve already tried.” doyoung states. “and whoever that asshole is making me lose money and races.”

“races?” you frown.

“the underground races in moreno valley and san bernardino, all are of his idea.” he rubs his forehead. “if you know the streets, then you know who runs car races and drugs, and that’s me.”

“so he’s hurt your pride.” you look at him.

“he’s now messing with my businesses,” he clicks his tongue. “when you finally get him, i’m gonna stop him from racing but i’m also gonna fucking kill him and feed him to my dogs.”

“that sounds like your problem,” you comment and sigh. “just… call me when the next race is.”

“i will,” he nods. “suh?

“you better get him, or you’re gonna end up like him: as dog food.” he stares at you.

you gulp

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Doughnut of lies ch.8

Taking a deep breath you heard the heavy thumping under you along with a comforting warmth. Smiling you gave a stretch and opened you eyes before looking to the sleeping man who acted as your bed, your husband. You must have been really sleepy because you hadn't moved from where you had fell asleep on his chest all night. While his hard muscles weren't soft like a mattress was he was warm and the omega in you couldn't help but feel at ease when you were so safe and secure on the alpha's chest. Plus it's not like there wasn't room, his torso alone was the size of your bed back on your ship. Grinning at his still sleeping face you decided to go get a shower and let him sleep in a bit. As carefully as you could you started attempting to ease off his chest and onto the bed. Placing one foot down you went to ease the other leg down as well when a large hand cupped your legs and ass to move your back center on his chest.

"And where are you going?" he asked when he was awoken by the feeling of something moving on him. HIs voice was still husky and deep with sleep and his eyes had to blink twice before he was able to to her.

"I was going to take a shower while you slept in." you told him, seeing his eyes still heavy looking. He looked cute. Crawling up to him you layed down to kiss him. One, two, three pecks before you hummed and went to sit up. "Go back to sleep."

Feeling her go to sit up he added more pressure to his hand over her back, keeping her laying on him. "You should be the one sleeping in. You are supposed to be resting so you can heal properly."

"I'm not sleepy." you told him, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Knowing now he was just purposely making it difficult you sighed and shrunk down to your 'fairy form' as he called it.

Quickly catching his hand before he could crush her he knew she had shrunk and huffed out as she squeezed between the space of his finger and chest. "What did I tell you about that?"

Standing on his chest you smiled and then stuck your tongue out at him when he called you stubborn. Walking to the edge of his chest you saw mochi come from his skin. Once it had taken shape you saw he had made a long slide that went from his chest all the way down to right in front of the bathroom door. Smiling you looked back at him and saw him grinning softly at you.

"Go take your shower I will get breakfast brought up." he told her and saw her nod before she jumped onto the slide. Using his powers to give her a push he just could hear her quiet laughter as she rode down. Easing her to a stop he saw her get off and grow back to her full size before she was closing the bathroom door. He layed there for a moment more, the knowledge that his wife was naked with just a door separating them making his cock twitch. Gritting his teeth he closed his eyes tight and took a few deep breaths to calm himself before standing. Just a little longer.

...................................

Standing back and watching as his wife said her goodbyes to her father he kept his arms crossed over his chest but looked up when the emperor spoke to him.

"I expect you to continue to take care of my daughter Katakuri and I want you to promise me that you will bring her to visit me." Whitebeard said in a deep voice, keeping his hand on his daughter's upper back and looking his son in law straight in the eyes.

Blinking slowly he gave a nod of his head, "You have my word."

Humming he grinned to the young alpha before looking back to his daughter and kneeling down to be down to her level. "This isn't a goodbye darling. I hope you know you won't ever be rid of me runt." he said and saw her smile. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his vivre card and held it out to her only to notice she was holding out her own. Chuckling as they made the switch he tucked her card away safely in his pocket before looking back to Marco who was standing off to the side with the bird.

Watching as Marco walked over with what looked to be a large white falcon you tilted your head a little.

"This here is Ash, he's a friend of mine, he used to carry letters between me and your mother." he told her and saw her grin softly, her small hand reaching out to stroke the birds feathers making it let out a approving call and close it's eyes, it's head tilting towards her to receive more pets. Chuckling he looked back to his pup. "Seems he likes you. If ever you need me or just simply wish to write he will bring it to me and only me."

Smiling you looked form the bird to your father and saw him smiling as well, his large finger moving to stroke the falcon's neck before he nodded and it took flight. Watching it fly around you looked back to your dad when he started talking again.

"He'll be fine on his own, don't worry. When you want to call him just blow into this, no matter where he is he'll hear it and come." he told her handing over a whistle made of gold.

"Thank you." you smiled.

Sighing he grinned and looked over his daughter, taking her in. "Y/n, I want to thank you for forgiving me and giving me another cha..." Cut off by her arms wrapping around his neck he let out a sigh and closed his eye as he hugged his daughter back.

Feeling your father's strong arms wrap around you you felt a warming in your chest. For so long this was all you ever wanted, you had feared you would never know what family was again and you were finally able to say the words you always wished to say. "I love you dad."

His eyes shot open at her soft words and he was sure he was dreaming for a moment. Feeling her arms still holding him he smiled larger than he probably had in his whole life. "There is no greater treasure than this, that I am certain of." he said in a thick voice. Pulling back he looked down at her and cupped her head in his hand. "You make sure to keep these Charlottes in check alright." he said and heard her giggle as she smiled and nodded. "I will see you again soon. Don't make life too easy for that husband of yours." he said, casting a quick glance past her to see the boy roll his eyes.

"Don't encourage her." Katakuri huffed.

Chuckling he placed a kiss to the top of her blond head. " I love you my daughter."

Smiling you kissed his cheek and heard him hum before he stood. "Stay safe." you told him and saw him nod before he turned to walk back to his ship. Looking to Marco you saw him smile and tilt his head as he waved.

"See ya around sis."

Nodding you smiled to your brother and the rest of the crew as they all made their way back to the Moby Dick. Feeling Katakuri come up beside you and place a hand on your hip you looked up at him and smiled.

.................................

Looking to her one single bag he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed. One bag, one bag and one sword, that was all she had.

"Why are you looking at my stuff like that?" you asked looking up to your husband.

"Where is the rest of it?" he asked her.

Blinking you looked down to your stuff and then back up to him. "What do you mean the rest of it, that's it."

"How is that all of your stuff? Do you even have enough clothes for a week's worth? What about other things, books, blankets, shoes..."

"Yes I have clothes..." seeing him raise a brow and reach down to grab you bag and start walking up the stairs you snapped your mouth shut. "Hey wha..."

Stopping to scoop her up into his arm he carried both her and her bag to his...their room. Opening the door he carried her over to the bed and dropped her down on it, grinning as she bounced on it. Dumping out the bag on the bed he felt her smack his leg.

"I had those all folded." you told him. Grabbing your clothes you started folding them back and placing them in piles only for him to grab them and look through them, setting them on the bedside table.

"So you have, one, two pairs of pants. Three shirts. Four pairs of panties..." Seeing the lace he swallowed hard. " A belt.. and...One pair of .... shorts? I have never seen you wear these. How short are these?" he asked holding them up. Seeing the things not even the size of his hand he looked to her with one brow raised, "You are not wearing these short things outside of the house."

Standing on the bed and snatching the shorts from him you gave him a challenging glare. "And why not?"

Grabbing her arm when she tried to take the shorts from him he pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arm around her to hold her tightly to him. Pulling off his scarf he looked down at her, staring into her blue eyes. "Because I will not have others seeing what is only for my eyes." Rubbing his other hand down hip to grab her thigh he gave it a firm squeeze and dipped his face to her neck, letting out a low growl and feeling her curl up a little.

Jerk. He knew what he was doing. Feeling his low growl hum against your skin you swallowed hard and tried to resist your instincts that were screaming at you to submit. Without your necklace to hide your true status and block those omega traits your body was starting to act like it was programed to, your mind on the other hand wasn't willing to give in so easily. While you knew Katakuri was only acting like an alpha, his own instincts kicking in since your... reveal, you wouldn't make this easy for him. You wouldn't just roll over. You never had and you wouldn't start now. Gritting your teeth a little when he continued his low growl you smirked when an idea popped into your head. Turning your head you bit his neck.

He was completely caught off guard when he felt her small teeth bit his neck. His whole body went stiff for a moment. She bit him? SHE bit HIM?! No it wasn't a hard bite, her teeth hadn't even broken his skin but still. Pulling back he looked down at her and saw her smirking at him. Oh that little devil. Narrowing his eyes he saw her grin. "Are you challenging me sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and deep.

"A challenge would insinuate that you could even compete with me." you teased, knowing you had him when his whole arura changed and a deep growl rumbled in his chest.

"Thirty seconds." Letting go of her he saw her smile before she was gone. Keeping his back to her he closed his eyes and listened as she ran from the room with a laugh. Her playful nature was one of the things that should have always gave away her true status. Ever since they were children she had loved to play with him and he was always willing to play back. Only now did he know it was because the alpha in him had been catering to the omega in her. Not to mention he always loved the chase. Snapping his eyes open once he counted to thirty he turned on heel and made his way out to find his wife.

Running away from his bedroom you kept your steps light and tried to quickly think of a place to hide. He would check the living room first, the the kitchen and guest bedrooms. No you had to hide somewhere good. Sliding down the stair railing so he wouldn't hear you run down them you looked to the large door and grinned, yep that would do. Quietly opening the door and closing it back you looked inside to see his large desk and behind it a wall of bookcases. Walking over to the shelf you grabbed hold of the top one and quickly shrunk down. Pulling yourself up you walked across the shelf and pushed out a book to hide behind it some, sitting down and hugging your knees to your chest as you hummed in excitement and waited. His heavy footsteps could be heard from above, the clicking of his spurs.

Checking over the upstairs rooms and even the closets he found them empty. The living room, kitchen and dining room were the same. The door was still locked so she hadn't left the house. Now it was time to get more serious. Sniffing the air he quickly caught onto her sweet scent, it was in the front foyer from when hey had first arrived and then it went up the stairs from where he had carried her to his room. For a moment he wondered if she was still up there and started up the stairs but stopped when he bypassed the door to his office. Walking to the door he leaned down and caught a whiff of her scent on lingering on the door. Grinning he opened the door and glanced over the space to see nothing changed. Her scent was in the room no doubt but it wasn't very strong which meant that she had went tiny. Smart, more places to hide. Closing the door behind him he left the light off as well. "I know you are in here. I can smell your delicious scent. My little omega." he said out to the room, his voice growing deeper.

Biting your lip you watched as his dark form moved about the room. He peeked under the desk for a moment before standing back up. Next he looked to the small sofa and then he started searching the only thing left, the shelves. Starting on the left he carefully scanned each shelf, the sound of his nose sniffing the air making you curl up some. He would no doubt find you once he got to this section. You had to do something. Waiting for him bend down to look over the bottom shelf you ran for the edge and jumped for the sofa.

Grinning when she finally panicked he reached out mid air and caught her in his hand, cupping the other one on top to trap her. "Ha. Got you." he chuckled, feeling her hit at the inside of his hands. Walking towards the door he used his mochi to open it and started carrying her back up the stairs. "I will give you credit, your little trick would have worked on anyone but me. But I, my wife know you all to well." he said, cracking his hands apart to look in at her. Seeing her sitting in his palm with her arms crossed over her chest in a pout he chuckled. Quickly catching her as she changed back to normal size he held her and looked down to see her sticking her tongue out at him. In an instant he had moved his lips to hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth.

Gasping as he sucked your tongue you closed your eyes and placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He had one hand on your ass and the other on your back. When his own tongue plunged down your throat you couldn't help the small mewl that left your lips nor the pressure that was acuminating between your legs. You could faintly hear as a door was closed and the click of a lock but it was hard to focus on anything other than the alpha currently turning you to putty in his hands.

Kicking off his boots he moved his hands to begin pulling at her clothes. Dropping her shirt to the floor as he carried her to the bed he gently laid her on her back, his mouth still working hers. Keeping his eyes closed for now he held himself up with one forearm while the other moved to her pants. Tugging the things own her legs he tossed them behind him. Before long he had her naked under him and he was left only in his boxers, not wanting her to see him and get frightened. He knew there was an obvious size difference between them, even with her growing to her larger size he was almost seven feet taller than her and far wider. Cracking open his eyes he pulled away some, both of them panting a bit. Looking down at her nude body under him he felt his breath catch in his throat, Oh fuck.

You couldn't help but curl up a bit as he stared down at you, feeling subconscious. Every negative thought pushing it's way into your mind. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if he thought your scars were ugly? Your breasts weren't the biggest, would he be disappointed? He hadn't said anything, he just stared at you, his face unreadable. Before you knew it your arms were subconsciously moving to cover your breasts from his view and you were closing your legs as much as possible.

He didn't know how long he had been looking down at her, admiring her beauty but when her arms covered her breasts and he felt her legs move he furrowed his brows. Reaching out he grabbed her arm and then looked up to her face and saw her eyes avoiding him, a pink blush about her cheeks while her brows were furrowed. Lowering down he kissed her cheek, nudging her with his nose, "Don't hide from me sweetheart. You are so beautiful." he told her in a low voice. Stroking the soft skin of her breast with his knuckles he licked his lips as his cock throbbed. Trailing kisses along her cheek and jaw he was careful of his teeth as he moved his mouth to her neck. Palming her mound he heard her take in a shaky breath and kissed her neck. They hadn't talked about this, they hadn't communicated. "Y/n baby, have you... have you ever done this before?" he asked, his voice deep. When he felt her head shake he growled, his eyes shutting as he tried to get the alpha under control. She was a virgin, he would be the only one to ever know her body. Flicking his tongue out to lick up her neck he heard her suck in a breath and move her hand to grip his back. Peppering the area where her scent glands were he grit his teeth as the alpha rattled the bars. He didn't quite know how the whole claiming would go and if he was being honest the whole idea scared him. As an alpha he was meant to claim his omega, to bite her and leave a scar that would show others that she was taken but with his teeth he didn't know how that would work out. It no doubt hurt omegas, even if the alpha had normal teeth but with his, what if he hit something and left permeant damage or worse, what if he... No. No. He wouldn't even think about that. "We'll go slow. If I hurt you you tell me understand?"

Nodding your head you felt his warm, wet tongue lap up your neck again, this time more slow than the time before. When he started sucking on your sensitive skin slightly you closed your eyes and gripped his back and bicep a little harder. He seemed contempt on giving yoru neck and throat much attention while his large hand massaged your breast, his thick fingers pinching your nipple slightly to make you let out soft gasps.

Experimently nipping at her earlobe with his front teeth he felt her flinch a little but she didn't tell him to stop. Grinning he looked down and saw a few love bruises left in his wake and grinened before kissing down her throat to her collarbone and adding a few their as well. He planned to leave no part of her body unexplored. When he finally did get down to her breasts he gazed down at them and felt his mouth water, without warning he latched onto her teat and sucked hard.

When his hot mouth engulfed your breast you couldn't stop the moan that forced it's way out of your mouth. Blushing beet red you moved to cover yoru mouth but he was quick to grab your arm and pin it to the bed. Looking down you met his crimson eyes, saw them staring at you like a predetor does it's prey as he gave another suck, making you bite your lip to try and hold back the noise. When he pulled back with your little pebble bit between his sharp teeth you whimpered but it wasn't from pain.

Letting go of her nipple he lapped at it with his tongue to sooth any pain from his bite. Repeating this processs on the other one he then peppered her chest in kisses and little nips. She was still trying to hide her little noises from him but he would get them out of her soon. Looking over the few scars from where she had been tourtured he swallowed hard and chose to give them a few longer, softer kisses. Never again would he let any harm come to her, his love.

There was no part of your body his mouth didn't give attention to. he kissed and rubebd his way down your abdomen and over your hips and just whne you thought he might touch you where you needed him most he moved down your legs instead. His warm hands massaged your calves and thighs, his large teeth grazing your skin. All too soon you were whimpering in need, "Kata please." you begged sotly, not knowing what exactly it was you needed but knowing he coudl give it to you.

Chuckling when she let out her small needy whimper he kissed his way back up her legs, slowly spreading her thighs and letting out a low growl as her scent became so intense. Nipping her inner thigh he felt her flinch and opened his eyes to look to her sex. Her lips were glistening from how wet he had made her and he felt pride fill his chest at the sight. If he had thought his mouth was watering at the sight of her breasts it was even worse now. Flicking out his tongue he made one long lap up her slit and moaned at how delicious she was. Feeling her flinch he moved his one arm to hold her down as he moved his tongue inside, lapping at her core. "Mmmm sweetheart I think you may taste better than doughnuts." he growled.

You were a moaning mess already and he had just started. Your body flinched and trembled as his mouth went to work devouring you but his one arm ensured you were going no where. A pressure to your entrance made you still but your head was thrown back as he slipped what you assumed to be one of his fingers inside of you. Whimpering you white knuckled the bedding, your heels digging into his shoulder blades as he added another, stretching your flower open.

She was so wet it was dripping down his fingers, just how he needed her. Her walls were tight around his two fingers and he knew it would only take one more to rip her maiden barrier. Wanting to get her ready and try to cause her as little pain as possible he continued slowly pumping the two in and out of her curling them a bit to stimulate that one spot while his mouth kissed and licked on that swollen bundle of nerves above her entrance. After a few more moments he licked his lips, "Alright sweetheart I am going to add another finger, it is going to be uncomfortable and it might hurt a little but if it is too much you tell me.."

"No."

Blinking he pulled his fingers from her and stilled, did she not want to continue, perhaps she was afraid. "Y/n darling I will go slo..."

"No I... I don't... not your fingers. I want... you." you told him, feeling your face and neck heat up in embarrassment but pushing through.

Understanding now he opened and closed his mouth and then swallowed hard. "I can't... no, it will be too much..."

"I'll be fine.."

"No. I won't hurt you..."

"It's going to hurt anyway." you said. Looking down you saw his eyes closed and his body stiff. "Please Kata, I want my husband." you said in a soft voice and saw his brow twitch. Sitting up just enough to grab his arms you pulled but he didn't budge.

"You have to promise me that if it gets to be too much you will tell me to stop." he said with a sigh, opening his eyes to look at her. "Promise me y/n."

You had no intention of telling him to stop but still you nodded. Laying back on the bed as he followed, you rubbed his one arm that moved beside to hold up his massive body beside your head, his other hand moving down to remove his boxers. Attempting to calm your nerves when you noticed you were trembling slightly you felt him kick his boxers down his legs. Going to peak down at your husband you were stopped when he moved his finger to your chin and lifted your eyes back to his.

Catching her before she could see him he looked into her eyes for a moment. She was nervous, but so was he. For so long the two of them had been love without the other knowing and now they were here, about to become one. Lowering his body to hers he stroked her jaw with his fingertip, "I love you y/n."

With a warming in your heart you smiled softly at him, "I love you Katakuri."

Pushing his lips to hers he closed his eyes and moved his hand down to line up his cock with her heat. Taking some of her slick to coat his cock in he shoved back the alpha, tightening the reins as he grabbed her hip and started the painstaking slow process of entering her. Gritting his teeth at how tight she was he almost had the whole head of his cock inside of her when she gasped, breaking their kiss and grabbing his back hard enough that he he knew marks would be left there. Slipping the rest of the tip inside he heard her whimper, his hand massaging her hip in an attempt to sooth her.

Crying out at the intense burn you felt his body tense, heard his breathing turn to pants as he tried to keep a slow pace for you. As the head slipped inside of you completely you felt something rip and tensed at the sharp pain. Squeezing your eyes shut you bit your lip to try and repress your cry but felt a tear roll across the bridge of your nose.

Looking down he saw a tear leave her eye and furrowed his brows. Nuzzling his nose into her neck he let out a low purr, peppering her skin with kisses. "Shh it's alright sweetheart, it will pass, relax."

Working on getting your breathing under control you continued holding onto him, breathing in his strong scent and listening to his deep purr. His body was warm against yours, helping you relax. He wasn't moving, his body as still as a statue, about as hard as one too.

Keeping completely still he let her adjust to his girth while he tried to get her to relax as much as possible. He could feel the alpha in him demanding more but he couldn't, he wouldn't hurt her. Hoping to appease his inner alpha he nuzzled his cheek into the scent glands on her neck and cheeks, marking her with his own scent. After a while he pushed a little more inside of her and pulled back almost completely out of her before agonizingly slow rolling his hips forward, easing more of his cock into her tight heat. He could feel her tense a little but he quickly purred and kissed her neck. "Shh, good girl. You're doing so good sweetheart." he cooed to her, his hand by her head gripping the bedding so hard his knuckles turned white.

Holding onto his back like it was your life line you felt your mouth fall open when he thrusted in a little deeper this time. Each time he pulled out and rolled his hips back into yours he let his cock go deeper inside of you until soon you felt his lower half meet yours. You didn't have to see his member to know that it was huge, he was soon to split you into. The tip of his cock was pressing so deep inside of you, you were sure he was in your womb. Moaning when it rubbed against a sensitive area inside of you, you lifted your head form the bed some, his hot breaths fanning out over your neck and collarbone. .

He groaned and grunted with every thrust of his hips. She was so perfect, she was so tight, at first painfully tight but now that she was adjusting it just felt great. Kissing at her neck he caged her in with his body and felt the alpha in him rattling the bars. Sucking marks into her neck and collarbone he growled when her pussy tightened around his cock. He wasn't going to last long, not with the way she was squeezing him and when her mouth began sucking and biting at his own neck he growled. Moving his hand from her hip under her to hold her ass he picked up speed. "You feel so good y/n. Ah... my little omega."

Whimpering you felt a intense pressure in your lower pelvis and curled your toes. He was growling and grunting now, sounding so primal and it was quickly sending you to your climax. "Kata...I..I'm..."

"Mmme too, ah come on baby, cum." he panted. With one more thrust of his hips she was screaming his name, mixing in his title. With a loud grunt he pushed in as deep as he could and filled her with his seed. A strong urge was filling him, taking over and as much as he tried he was loosing the battle of holding back the alpha as his body was overcome with pleasure. Gritting his teeth he squeezed his eyes shut and let his canines graze the skin of her neck. When the alpha broke the bars of the cage he had locked him in he swallowed hard, "I'm sorry." was all he was able to get out before his mouth opened and his teeth sunk into her skin. Biting down on her neck he heard her scream but he didn't stop, he couldn't and he hated himself for it. Holding her tightly he growled around her skin in his mouth and lazily rolled his hips, riding out the last of his climax. Swallowing down her blood pooling into his mouth he felt her trembling before she went limp under him. Knowing her body had now accepted his claim he released her flesh, feeling his large canines slowly slip form her skin. Quickly he took the lead and began to lick over the wound that was bleeding. He felt so horrible, worry filling him. Hissing as he pulled out of her with a wet pop he held himself over her now small body. Looking again to the large bleeding claiming bite he swallowed hard. Rolling beside her he pulled the covers over them and helped her to curl up with her back to his chest. Breathing heavily he looked down at her and again started cleaning his bite with his tongue. Glancing to her face he saw her lashes wet but her breathing even, she was sleeping. Soon he got he bleeding to stop and looked it over more, thankfully he hadn't hit anything. It was deep and it would take a while to heal but she was now his, he had claimed her. Kissing the tender flesh he nuzzled the back of her hair before laying his head down to join her in sleep.

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Ruby eyed Killian as he opened the door, and when Emma came in the door she squealed running toward her.

“Are you insane! I was terrified when you disappeared! You didn’t answer your phone, I was so worried” Ruby admonished while hugging her in a rocking motion. She kissed Emma’s cheek leaving a red imprint, and Emma smiled.

“Thank you, Rubes. I needed exactly what you gave me” she said and hugged her friend.

Ruby nodded and glanced at Killian. He stepped forward and Ruby hugged him, whispering in his ear that she had just been trying to protect them both.

He nodded, and Ruby cupped his cheek. She handed her keys to Emma before they could ask, and said she would have food ready for them on their way out.

Killian walked into Emma’s room and noticed her bed looked very slept in. Like a nest of pillows and blankets.

“Swan, did you have guests?” He asked, and she nodded.

“Ruby and M’s slept with me,” she said and his heart squeezed.

“C'mere, Swan” and patted the bed. She sat and he cupped her jaw. “No more running, I’m not, I need you to not either. Do you need space? We argue, I’ll give you space but we don’t leave our house angry, or scared. Ok?” His eyes bore into hers, and she nodded.

“Ok. But what if we need actual space?” She asked moving to stand.

He shrugged. I’ll get a couch for the office, sleep in the shop. But no, Granny’s isn’t our safe haven when we fight. That’s something I’ve been thinking about too" he said.

Emma looked at him curiously. “What do you mean? She asked.

"A house. For us. More space, I don’t know. It was just a thought” he said as he shoved her laptop bag full and zipped it.

Emma didn’t respond, and when he looked at her she sat in his lap and put her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry again. My rationale was that I ran somewhere nearby where I could straighten myself out. You had Graham, but my lack of communication sent you to a dark place. I trusted you, I knew you wouldn’t do that to me. But I needed the space to make sure my feelings were under control, that I wouldn’t hurt you just out of retaliation for your horrible ex-girlfriend. I didn’t plan to run out of town, that’s why I came here. A block away, I just needed to make sure that I was able to be rational, tell you why I did this to myself, and apologize to you” she said softly, and he let her continue.

“I hurt you by not trusting myself. I don’t know how to make that up to you. I am sorry you felt alone, I just was so afraid I’d say something to make it worse when really by saying nothing made it worse than words probably ever could have. I’ll just try to be better for you, every day.” she finished.

Killian wiped the stray tears on her cheeks away. “Ground rules Swan. No running. You wanna yell, fine. You want to run, you tell me why, and then you can yell some more when I won’t let you run. You just can’t do that to me, it made me feel insane because I lost the one person I depend on. Who held my happiness inside of her, and while on some level I knew you had to be nearby, I couldn’t say a word" he said, swallowing.

“You didn’t pick up calls, I didn’t know where you were. Had it been me who stumbled in and saw you in that way, I would have probably hit the guy too. The difference is I would have stopped, and asked if you were ok, and taken you home. You ran, like a ghost with no way for me to find you. I get it from your past, the abandonment, I forgive you, but I can’t have you do it ever again. It isn’t fair to me” he finished.

Emma nodded and hugged him. “I promise” she whispered and he hugged her tighter.

Killian kissed her, “now let’s get you home. We can watch all 7 Harry Potters since I probably won’t be letting you out of my sight for a while,” he said with a small chuckle.

Emma nodded, “fair enough”. She set her forehead against his.

“Are you sure that you can forgive me?” She asked and he nodded.

“I did the moment you left the note on your pillow, I just wish you’d have said where you were” he whispered.

“I knew you’d break the door down, and I wasn’t ready,” she said, stroking his hair.

Killian grabbed her bag, and she took one last look and they headed home, grabbing the bag off the counter from Ruby.

Emma unpacked quickly and changed into her pajamas wrapping one of Killian’s flannels around her as she ate her grilled cheese watching Harry Potter. Killian polished off his burger, and Emma laid atop him snuggling into him.

Killian’s phone chirped and he opened it, Emma watching the TV. Marco emailed him. He kissed Emma’s hair and said he would be right back, and headed into the bathroom.

Marco had sketched something incredibly similar to the photo, and he had priced out different stones giving him an idea. Killian typed out the number, one he had crunched every which way to make sure it was a smart choice and emailed him back asking what his options for the stone, the ring, and Marcos work would be totaled together.

He brushed his teeth and plugged his phone in. He smiled. Marco had said it could be ready by June, if not earlier. He shook the thought away and smiled at Emma curled up. He came back, and she sat up making room for him.

"Can we get a bigger couch? Like a sectional? She asked and he laughed beneath her cheek.

"Why? You don’t want to share couch space?” He asked her.

“No it’s not that, but it would be nice to get something more comfortable, maybe with one of those chaise things we can snuggle on together,” she said, her bottom lip jutting out and he laughed.

"As you wish” and kissed her forehead.

Emma headed to bed and snuggled into Killian. “Is it cold in here to you? She asked him.

He shook his head and felt her forehead, and frowned. "You don’t feel warm, do you not feel well?” He asked.

She shook her head, “just cold” she said.

“What do you think about a dog?” He mused as he played with her hair.

Emma looked at him, “I always wanted one,” she said with a small smile, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a little hopefulness.

He smiled,“ let’s get one. Someone for you to run with,” he said.

Emma smiled, “We don’t have a yard, the concrete out back would hurt its paws,” she said sadly.

He thought about it and nodded. “What if we fostered one for the holiday season? Graham always says they need foster homes since the staff wants to be with their families.”

“I think that would be okay,” she said, “just a foster until we have more room.”

“Are you allergic to anything?” He mused. She smiled and nodded, “penicillin.” He was surprised, but it was good to know.

“Are you?” She responded, and he shook his head, “not that I know of, but that’s good to know. Is August?” He asked and she shook her head.

“I should probably update my forms,” she said absentmindedly.

“Forms?” He asked her, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, medical forms, emergency contact information. I can add you, and keep August” she said.

He nodded. “I should probably do that too. Graham is mine,” he said. Emma nodded and kissed his jaw.

“You really aren’t cold?” She asked him again, and he shook his head pulling her closer. He started worrying, what if she got sick.

She curled her legs, tucking her feet between his calves. Killian yelped.

“What the bloody hell is that? You’re that cold?” She smiled and nodded at him.

“I’ll plastic the windows this weekend,” he said and kissed her forehead.

“I love you” she whispered, her head tucked under his chin.

“I love you more than anything. Sleep, I have a busy day tomorrow” and cuddled her tighter.

Killian’s breath evened out, and Emma couldn’t sleep. She laid there thinking, unable to turn her brain off. She began reading work emails, and deciding which cases she would take and those she wouldn’t. She knew she wanted to quit her job, but she also knew she had to give Graham an answer.

She rolled over on her side, looking at Storybrooke real estate. A large Gray victorian was for sale. It looked like it needed a lot of TLC, but it wasn’t crazy expensive. She would run past it tomorrow.

“Emma, sleep” Killian grumbled pulling her back into his chest, curling around her.

She shut her eyes, and finally drifted off to sleep, his body heat warming her.

Killian snuck out of bed and dressed, opening the shop up. He had a full day and was grateful for it. He had a ring to buy after all so he should probably try to keep the garage as full as possible.

He texted August and said he did want some help with stocks after all. Maybe a few investments were not a bad idea. He also thought about Emma’s approaching birthday, and his thought was interrupted as the new neighbor Ingrid pulled into the lot.

He waved and walked out to greet her. He apologized for his behavior, and she smiled knowingly. “

I’ve met Emma, she is lovely,“ she said and he nodded.

She needed help with her new ice cream truck and asked if he could have it towed, it needed quite a bit of work and a paint job. He happily accepted and promised to drop by around lunch. She left her car for an oil change, and he said he would drive it back to her when he came to see the truck.

Billy walked up the lot and Killian waved him in, and he turned on the radio getting to work.

Emma got up and pulled her email up, groaning when she saw a new case waiting in her inbox. She read the file, it was something local in Portland, so she agreed and said she would take it up tomorrow. That would be the last one she decided and would tell him after she turned the skip in, and got paid.

She headed down, Killian was under a car so she lowered the music waving to Billy. “Jones?” she called out.

Killian slid out and sat up, and she knelt before him. Pulling her phone out she showed him her maps, “I made sure you had access, I promise not to ever turn it off, even if I get mad. Ok?” she said and he pulled her to him and kissed her.

“Enjoy your run” and he kissed her again and she stood up, watching him slide back under the car.

Emma put her headphones in, and thought to the gray house, typing the address into her app and following the route. She hit play, and her music came to life. She tried to focus on the scenery, the people who smiled at her as she ran by, waving back. She tried to pick apart the last few days, tomorrow and analyzed why she was even running past this house.

She found herself running along the road, the beach and water to her right, and she noticed the houses were spread out further here. She wondered if she was lost, and then she saw it. She slowed to a walk stopping outside the white picket fence.

The house was massive and looked like it was in quite a state of disrepair. She noticed a flyer box on the for sale sign sitting on the lawn. She grabbed one, and walked around the back of the house, taking it in. The lawn was overgrown but there was a good size garage, three cars maybe, and the yard had a big tree, a lot of sun, and privacy.

She looked at the flyer again, and it was a pretty big house on the inside, whatever that looked like. The photos looked older, but she knew it wouldn’t be right to look at it without Killian.

When she got back she went upstairs and changed, heading to the market. She grabbed everything for the week, and some stuff to take to Portland with her on the off chance she was stuck overnight. She started making stir fry, and Killian walked in as it was almost done.

“No offense love, but you need a shower,” he said and kissed her neck. She laughed at him and told him to scoot. Killian headed down the hall, and she finished up, setting the dinner aside.

She stripped off her clothes and got in the shower. Killian’s back was to her and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” he said and turned around smiling down at her.

“Never said I would,” she said and lifted on her toes to kiss him. “But I do need a shower,” she said.

Killian hummed in appreciation, and grabbed the showerhead, holding it over her, and she started washing her hair, and he poured a generous amount of her body wash in her hand, rubbing it over her back, and slipping his soapy hands around, washing her everywhere except where she wanted him.

He was driving her insane on purpose. Emma smiled, let him continue, and began smearing the soap everywhere he wasn’t touching her, giving him a little show. Killian sat on the bench while she rinsed and shaved, and she watched as he took himself in hand, clearly trying to kill her with sexual tension.

Killian watched her close her eyes, sighing as the hot water ran over her body, her full breasts rosy pink, the cloud of vanilla encompassing the shower. He watched as she rubbed the soap off her chest, sliding her hands down and she threw him a saucy smirk, turning around and letting him take in a full view of her ass.

He groaned, his hand gently tugging his shaft, his skin flushed from the steam and before he was too far gone, he sat back, the cool glass against his back. Emma stood before him and kneeled. She tugged his lips to hers, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth, and his arms banded around her pulling her closer.

Emma ran her hands down his chest, her nails scraping over his thighs, and he smirked at her, she kissed her way down before taking his thick cock in her hand and running her tongue across the weeping tip. She felt Killian’s hand weave into her hair, and she took him inside to her throat.

“Gods love, just like that,” he said and she sucked softly, swirling her tongue around the head before pumping him, and licking him sac to tip. His fingers tightened, scraping her scalp. She went back to doting on him, gently caressing his sac, and taint, paying special attention to the thick vein that ran up the length of him and he moaned her name loud enough for it to echo off the tiles.

“Emma” he cried, and she went faster. He was rutting his hips, holding her hair so tightly that he was fucking her mouth. She let him set the pace, and continued rubbing and cupping him, urging him on. She felt him swell and knew he was getting close. She sucked harder, her tongue rolling over the tip of him, and he growled as he came in her mouth.

Emma slowed her movements, gently letting him ride out the aftershocks and she looked up and him, his head tipped against the glass and eyes shut. She smirked and stood, washing her face and brushing her teeth quickly. She looked over, and his chest was heaving but he was looking at her with a wicked grin.

She shut the water off and reached for a towel which he promptly snatched away. He backed her against the tile and tossed the towel over the glass. “Oh love, I’m not done with you yet” he purred, and his fingers traced lines down Emma’s sides, tickling her.

Killian smirked as she giggled at him, and he glided his hands up to cup the heavy weights of her breasts, running his thumbs across the peaks. He kept his eyes locked on hers, watching the green darken, and she bit down on her lip. He tugged and rolled each nipple, getting her attention.

“I want to hear you,” he said and leaned in to kiss the column of her throat. Nipping and sucking the sensitive points, until she finally sighed, and her hips bucked. He smirked and felt his cock begin to harden again, felt the need for her crackling in his veins. He tugged her away from the wall and guided her to face the bench, lifting her leg to it, opening her.

He knelt behind her, and kissed over the globes of her perfect ass, leaving light bite marks in his wake as he moved her foot over slightly to widen her. Emma gasped above him, her hands planted on the glass in front of her for balance.

Killian licked and kneaded her cheeks until they were pink, and he smirked. He moved his way up, kissing her spine as he rose, and Emma trembled, goosebumps rising on her flesh. He nosed along her shoulder, lightly biting down on her neck, his tongue running over the marks left behind.

“Killian” she whispered, and he ran his palms across her belly, and hips until he finally ran his fingers across her slippery folds earning him a cry that would haunt him. “Please” she begged.

“Mmm, I like when you beg. What do you want, Swan?” He murmured as he continued touching her so delicately, that he could see her hands curling against the glass in frustration as he avoided the pressure he knew would make her body sing for him.

“I want you” she panted.

“Where?” he asked in a taunting tone.

Emma looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes flashing defiantly, and she lowered her leg off the bench to the ground. She grabbed the towel and left him there, and he cocked his head at her, as he watched her towel off.

“I didn’t say you could leave,” he said to her.

“I didn’t ask you to edge me as punishment,” she said and he could see her getting mad. On some level he wanted her mad, wanted her frustrated, to fuck their way through this, but he had to tread carefully with her right now, he could see the emotions flickering across her face. Anger, fear, anxiety, frustration.

He strode to her, pulling the towel gently from her and letting it pool on the floor. She said nothing, he gripped her hips, sliding his palms over her ass, and pulled her against him. Emma’s eyes were filled with fire when he looked into them.

“I am not punishing you, my love,” he said, nipping at her lip, sinking his teeth into it, his tongue running over it, and he felt her hands go to his chest, her nails scraping his skin.

Emma felt his fingers digging into her ass, hard enough to bruise her. He was pushing her towards something, but she didn’t know what it was yet. Killian had never used sex as a weapon or punishment, she trusted his instincts, to always show her love. But right now, his eyes were blazing with blue fire.

Emma took a deep breath, her body trembling. “I am desperate for you,” she whispered. “I need you to love me” she admitted feeling ashamed at her admission. Killian released her ass and his arms banded around her back lifting her, he walked her to the bed, and laid her down, stretching out on top of her.

“I do love you, more than anything Emma,” he said and kissed her hard. “I need you, I am just as desperate for you, to have you want me, to love me, to choose me,” he said and kissed her deeply. Emma moaned as he rubbed his cock through her folds, his hands tangled in her hair.

“I would do anything to have you be mine, give up everything for you. So long as you were mine, and only mine” he practically growled.

Emma’s mind was reeling too many thoughts, and his words, his hips driving her mad as they rubbed against her, her arousal skyrocketing.

“I am yours” she sighed, as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, taking a deep pull on it, making her back arch. “Just yours,” she said in a breathy cry, and he released her nosing at the opposite one, teasing it to a tight peak.

“Why won’t you make love to me?” She asked, and the tone of her voice sounded broken.

“I am. Focus on me, on us, what we are doing right now, in our bed. What do we always do in our bed? Tell me,” he said harshly, his eyes boring into hers as he hovered above her.

“Love. We always love each other” she said softly and he nodded.

“I am loving you, I am showing you I love you, only you. You are mine, and I am yours, whether I fuck you, make love slowly to you, or hold you, I am only ever showing you love Emma” and he guided himself inside of her, pushing the tip of his cock into her slowly.

Emma cried out, as he inched in, pumping in and out in shallow thrusts, preparing her to take him in. Her walls so tight and hot around him, he groaned at the intense feeling shooting up his spine, his heart hammering in his chest. Emma’s eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion, her breaths coming in short pants, ghosting over his lips. They snapped open the moment he was fully seated within her.

He snapped his hips and plunged into her as deep as he could in one stroke, filling her, stretching her, erasing every inch of space that she was feeling. His hands were everywhere. His skin touched every inch of hers that they could manage, and he never took his eyes off hers.

Every thrust, he never looked away, couldn’t look away. He kept his eyes on hers, forcing her to understand that he was hers, he wasn’t leaving, she owned him as much as he owned her. He pushed her legs wider apart, her hands clenched in the sheets, gripping them tightly.

Her green eyes sparkled with unshed tears, he leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. Their tongues tangled, sucking, and massaging each other’s so that they could hardly breathe. Emma felt like she was drowning, in pleasure, in him, in the feelings he was pouring into her with each thrust.

She locked her legs around his hips dragging him deeper inside, her arms around his neck hanging on as he fucked her hard, their moans and cries, skin slapping echoed through the empty loft.

Killian was reaching his breaking point, his release building quickly, and he wasn’t going over the edge without dragging her with him. He reached down, lightly rubbing the swollen nub, and Emma cried his name, her eyes snapped shut.

Emma was going to come, it was brewing hard inside of her, and it was going to tear through her, every roll of his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing so deeply inside of her, she closed her eyes at the onslaught of sensations, tensing around him. Her thighs trembled, and he wasn’t slowing down.

Emma’s nails were digging into his shoulders, almost painfully. He felt her clench down on him, her whimpers and moaning music to his ears, and the sensation of her squeezing his dick so tightly almost made him let go, but not without her. He changed angles, hitching her legs off his hips he pushed them to her chest and plunged in hard and fast, their headboard shook against the wall, banging against it with each thrust.

As soon as he pushed her legs to her chest, pushing in deeper than ever before, Emma screamed.

“Oh god” she chanted over and over as her orgasm rolled through her, and Killian roared as he spent himself inside of her, unable to hold it back any longer. His hands clasped around her wrists and he held them above her head pinning her still, as he emptied himself, nearly collapsing from the force of it.

Killian stayed hunched over her and pushed her legs down collapsing on her chest, releasing her hands as his heart pounded. Emma’s own heart was thudding beneath his ear while he felt her fingers sift through his hair lazily, both of them too tired to move yet.

He turned his head resting his chin on her chest. “Did I prove my point?” he asked with a light laugh, his chest still heaving and Emma huffed out a giggle and nodded.

He dipped his head down and kissed the skin over her heart. “I love you” she whispered, and he kissed her skin again in response. He pulled out of her slowly, and at this point didn’t care if the sheets got dirty. He pulled her into his chest, and they dozed off wrapped in each other.

Emma woke up, and glanced at the clock, it was nearly eight, she felt sticky, and went into the bathroom shutting the door. She used a washcloth and cleaned herself up, and tugged her robe on. She went to the kitchen where the stir fry had been long forgotten, but started the rice anyway, and heard the water run in the bathroom.

Killian came out in his sweats and grabbed a glass of water. He came to Emma and picked her up, setting her on the island and kissed her.

“Nice nap?” he asked her and she nodded, and hugged him.

“I have to work tomorrow, and I wanted to show you something,” she said and he nodded.

“Just to portland?” he asked and she nodded, sliding off the counter and grabbing the folded flyer out from under her laptop.

“I will do this job, and I am going to put in my notice, which leads me to the other thing I wanted to show you. But it can wait, it’s not important” she said, and he shook his head, plucking the paper from her fingers quickly. He opened it, and his eyes widened.

Emma blushed, watching him look it over.

“You want to buy a house?” he asked, kind of shocked. Emma shrugged.

“I thought we could look at it,” she said quietly. Killian could tell that she was holding something back.

“Talk to me Em, what is this about?” he asked.

Emma went to stir the stirfry that she was heating back up, placing the lid back over it.

“If I quit my job, and we want to buy it, I would have time to do stuff myself. I know it is a lot of work, but I thought you might like it. I ran past it, grabbed the flyer. I didn’t decide to buy a house without you, I just took the flyer, and I thought you might like the water being out your front door is all” she said and turned around, feeling her cheeks turn pink.

Killian looked at the paper, “This is Gold’s old house” he said. He read through it, it was a big house, a really big, old house. He thought about the ring he was about to buy, and a house wasn’t factored into that right now too. He needed to talk to August.

Emma leaned against the counter, “I would buy the house. In cash” she said, and Killian’s eyes went wide.

“What do you mean in cash? Who has that much cash in the bank? Do you even have a bank account?” he teased.

“August handles the money, I have it, I just never used it” she shrugged.

Killian’s head was spinning. “You just have 230 grand sitting in the bank?” he said skeptically. She shook her head.

“August handles it all, he invested everything we had ever earned aside from rent. He wanted us to be sure that we would never be poor or worry about money ever again, learned everything about stocks and that stuff, I have it, and probably the renovation costs too if I cashed some stuff out. I haven’t told him yet, but he sends me the statements” she said.

Killian leaned back, kind of shocked. “Em, you didn’t want to adopt a pet, two days ago you were hiding from me, and now you want to buy a house? I am just a little lost here, and the money thing, I don’t care about that. But a house, a big house is a huge step here, and that makes me nervous” he says honestly.

Emma nodded. “I know, I didn’t expect it. I just ran past it and poked around the yard looking at it. It was odd, I felt something I haven’t ever felt unless I was with you, or August” she said avoiding his eyes.

Killian stepped toward her and tipped her chin up, “and what is that, love?”

“Home. It felt like it could be a home, a real one” she whispered, and looked down almost seeming embarrassed. Killian wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck. He sighed.

“We can look at it, ok?” Make an appointment for the weekend, or when you get back from work, we have to go get your car this weekend too,” he said and she nodded.

“Do you think we will ever do things in a normal time frame?” She smiled at him.

He grinned back, “probably not. We are absolutely mad, but it’s ok. It is us.”

He went to her laptop and pulled the listing up, looking over some of the photos, the place needed a lot, but it had good bones, and he thought of Liam. When he walked into the shop which was a dump, he said it has good bones, and they built the business in it, the good bones holding it up.

He smiled as Emma slid a plate to him and grabbed her own, and they sat looking through the pictures. “It might have good bones, we will see. Just don’t get your hopes up ok?” he said and she nodded.

“So tell me about the skip tomorrow,” he asked her. She told him, it was a quick find she thought, a few hours, and she already tracked his debit card to three ATMs, so she had an idea of where he might be and who to lean on. He was overwhelmed but nodded.

“Are you sure you want to quit?” he asked her as they put fresh sheets on, and climbed into bed.

Emma looked at him, “Do you think I shouldn’t? I don’t have to. I just thought…” and Killian kissed her.

“That wasn’t what I asked Swan, or said. I said, are you sure you want to quit?” he said.

“I know I don’t want random trips out of town anymore. I know I want to be with you, and here would be easier. I don’t think or know if I want to work with Graham but it’s a job, and whatever, and I am sure August would give me work too, so I could do it from home but I would need an office area. We are just a little tight on space up here, so I could use the office downstairs and get a better door if the drills are going” she said.

He nodded, “Ok, as long as you know that I am not asking you to quit. I am not telling you to. I don’t mind that you aren’t chasing criminals anymore, but that it is your choice. It is always your choice,” he said and smoothed her curls back.

I know, she said, and he nodded, pulling her into his chest and stroking her arm.

“So a house, huh? I assume a dog? Anything else on that list you have in your head?” he mused.

Emma smiled against his chest, “Not yet” she said.

“That means that there is more, but just not yet?” he asked her, feeling a weird sense of hope flutter in his chest.

She nodded, “not yet,” she said and buried her cold feet between his calves making his whole body jerk.

He rolled out of bed. “That’s it, you are sleeping in socks from now until summer,” he said and pulled wool socks over her feet. He climbed back in and she curled in, kissing his jaw.

“Spoilsport” she teased.

“Aye, I am the spoilsport who doesn’t want frostbite,” he said and kissed her head turning out the light.

“Get some rest, I love you,” he said and she snugged in burrowing into his side.

“I love you too,” she said.

Emma got up and showered, grabbing her overnight bag hopefully for the last time in a long while, and Killian sent her out the door with a breakfast burrito and a kiss. She smiled and got in her car, making one last trek to Portland.

She dialed August, who picked up immediately.

“Hey sunshine, what’s up?” he said.

“How much do I have in the bank and stocks?” she asked, watching the traffic in front of her.

“Are you running somewhere?” He asked.

“No. But seriously, how much?” She heard him typing.

“How much do you need?” he asked.

“Probably 230. Maybe less, maybe more. Do I have that?” she asked.

August whistled. “You are being incredibly cryptic. You’re not asking for ten grand, so tell me why” he said.

She sighed, “a house. I’m considering buying one. Roots and all that,” she said.

He went quiet, and she heard more typing. “You’d have to cash in some stock, but you would still have a healthy portfolio even if we moved some stuff around. Do you want to buy a house? You were just considering leaving” he said pointedly.

“I didn’t run. I needed a breath, and you were right. I took that breath and put on my big girl panties, and now I am interested in a house August” she said irritatedly.

“I want to see it,” he said.

She sent him the link and waited.

“Wow. That’s a whole lot of house. Why is it so cheap, is that on the water?” he asked, and she heard clicking.

“It needs work. A lot of it. But if I can talk the owner down 30k, it could be a good investment once it was done,” she pointed out.

“Em, this place needs like everything from the looks of it. You’re sure?” he asked.

“I just had a feeling,” she said quietly.

“It felt like a home, didn’t it?” he asked.

Of course, he would understand. “Yeah, or the possibility of one. Holidays, and a bunch of things, just a feeling.”

He hummed. “Okay. Well, talk to the owner. See what she says, try to get her to 190. The roof alone will be 30k to replace, not to mention the new driveway, and probably pipes and electrical.”

Emma scoffed, “How do you know that?” she asked.

He laughed, “Emma you called me. I’m pulling permits and records on the house. It’s actually historical,” he said.

“Yeah, I don’t know. It’s just a thought” she said.

“Does Killian know?” he asked.

“Yeah, we talked about it a little. I just wanted to see it, if it was even reasonable, he agreed to look at it, mentioned good bones or something, but not to get my hopes up” she said.

He laughed. “Well, at least he is being smart. Good bones and everything” he said chuckling.

“I don’t know, it was just a question, could I afford it if I wanted it, I wasn’t sure how much liquid I had, I mean I see the statements but that doesn’t equal liquid cash,” she said.

“You lived like a fraternity kid for the last ten years, rarely splurging and I manage all of our money. If you want the house you can get it and not even touch Killian’s money. Did you show him your statement? Please tell me you didn’t” he said.

“No, I didn’t, your stuff is on it too. So no, of course not. Wait, you have access to his accounts?” she asked.

“Just his personal ones, I don’t look at them. But I offered him help a while back if he wanted to do stock options” he said.

Emma was surprised, and then she wasn’t. August made sure they would never be poor again. If the important person in her life was going to be permanent, August would ensure they wanted for nothing.

“I’m considering quitting my job, I am actually on my way to Portland now,” she said.

August went quiet and coughed. “What? Why? He didn’t ask you, did he?”

“No, no. I just did some thinking before the fight, it doesn’t really make me happy anymore. I hate being gone a lot, and I kind of hate not being here, and if I want to come to see you, or travel I want to just go and live that life you and I always talked about, ya know?”

“Ah. I see. Well, come work for me. Work from home, make your own hours, but don’t be the fucking deputy” he laughed.

“Hey! I didn’t accept the offer. I feel bad because he does need help, it’s a local dependable job” she argued.

“Don’t ever wear a uniform or I will disown you” he laughed. “Brown is not your color duckling.”

“Ugh, alright mom, I have to go. I am nearly there. I’ll call you after. Love you byeeeee” and hung up.

The moment Emma left the lot Killian called Marco.

“Hello, Marco? Killian Jones” he said.

“Ah, good morning my boy. I saw your response, but since you called I can walk you through it. Is it a safe time to speak?” he asked.

“Sure. Now is good” Killian said.

“The design itself is not troublesome, what size stone do you think?” he asked and Killian looked through his notes.

“between one and two carats, I think the round would look nice,” he said.

“That is a fine choice for Emma. Now, do you have a preference for the Diamond?” he asked.

“Marco, I don’t know anything about diamonds. What are my options? Killian asked.

“Well, a 1.5 carat Diamond, with almost perfect clarity can run quite a lot. But I did some digging around, and I would be able to get you an almost flawless diamond for around Sixteen thousand. I would take no fee because it is for Emma, it would be my pleasure and my gift to you both” he said.

“So the diamond, and what about the setting? What would it be?” he asked.

“Do you want platinum, white gold, yellow gold, or rose gold?” Marco asked, and Killian heard typing.

Killian pulled the picture up, “The photo is white gold” he said, and Marco went back to typing.

“I could do the design, with that stone, the sapphires are small, in white gold and it would total to around twenty-four thousand, waiving all of my fees and labor,” he said.

“Marco, that isn’t fair. You are making a ring” he said.

“I am making something special for a child I was lucky enough to have in my life when I had none of my own. I told you, my gift is to do this for Emma” he said.

Killian scratched behind his ear. “That is incredibly generous of you, but I need you to be sure, I want you to be absolutely sure, you run a business,” he said.

Marco hummed. “Fine, you can pay me one dollar for fees,” he said, sounding like he was smiling.

Killian laughed, “you are an amazing man Marco. One dollar, accepted.”

“When can I expect to see you?” Marco asked.

“Um, I can probably swing a trip sometime after the holidays. Can you email me updates or photos in the meantime” Killian asked, suddenly nervous.

“Of course. I will send you all the details and receipts and call my guy now” Marco said. “You will make her very happy Killian, I am glad for you both. Thank you for including me” he said.

Killian blushed, “thank you, Marco,” he said and the man hung up.

He felt a rush of relief, that was all done. They had plenty of time to figure it out until it was ready, and a year was more than enough time to be together before an engagement.

The house crossed his mind, and just what else might be on Emma’s mental list, but he wouldn’t push. They needed to talk more about all these thoughts he was having, but he needed to get his head out of the clouds and work so he could pay for this ring.

Billy and he cranked out 6 oil changes, two tune-ups, and rolled Ingrid’s truck into the shop when everything was in the lot for pickup.

They stood side by side and looked at it. Billy whistled, “this is going to be a lot of work,” he said, and Killian nodded.

He sat back on the stool and lit a smoke, and grabbed his clipboard. He had Billy crawl under and start calling out things, Killian made a list of parts, and figured out how to get this thing running.

He was grateful when his cell rang, and August’s name flashed.

"Hello August,” he said.

“Jones. You got a second?”

“Sure, one minute”, Killian went into the office closing the door. “What’s up?”

“You two are moving things along arent you?” He said cryptically.

Killian sighed. “Did you call to bust my balls because I am actually working.”

“No, just between Emma’s thoughts, and you, you two are like speed racers. What is the rush with you two?” He asked.

“What do you mean? Did she says something?” Killian got anxious.

“Listen, I think it’s time we do some investing on your part. Emma is covered, but let me play around a bit with yours, put you in our options, grow that little nest egg you are sitting on” August said and Killian heard typing.

“Are you looking at my bank account?” He demanded.

“No, no. But Emma mentioned the house, and I am sure you are already considering a ring, it would be a wise choice to start making some moves to build that egg, and lucky for you, I am good at it” August said.

He scratched behind his ear, nervous. “Aug I don’t know, I need cash right now, and this house, if she wants it…”

“Emma has the house covered Jones” August said like it was nothing.

“That isn’t right mate if we buy a house we buy it together” he protested.

“Well, I know you don’t love her for money, you didn’t even know she had any since she lived like a child. So just do me a favor and let her buy the house. You can pay her back by being wise, and investing smartly to protect the offspring you two will inevitably have with the rate you two go at each other” he said sounding like he was laughing

Killian almost dropped the phone, “Wait. Does Emma tell you about our sex life!”

“No, she doesn’t need to thank god. I can tell by looking at you two, easy Jones. Anyways let me make some moves, give me ten to play with. If I lose it, I will put it back. If I triple it, you can thank me and name your child after me” he said laughing.

Killian laughed too, “you want ten grand to play with, like monopoly? And if you lose it, you put it back out of your own money? Fine.”

“Excellent. I mean I could do twenty. You have over seventy in the savings…” August said like he was talking about pennies.

“August, get out of my account. Ten. Start there, if you do it, I will let you take over, but please get out of my account. Seriously” Killian said, growing agitated.

“Fine, fine. Scott! He said yes”, August called out. Killian groaned.

“Love you both, bye”, Killian said ending the call. God her brother was a pain the ass, he looked at the ceiling pinching the bridge of his nose, a pang of longing for his own brother crossing his heart.

He came out and Billy handed him a completed list. They rolled the whiteboard out, and Billy did a crude mock-up of the truck and began writing. He looked at the clock, it was nearing six.

“Hey man, head out, I will see you in the morning,” Killian said and Billy nodded, just as exhausted as he was.

Killian closed up and headed upstairs to shower. He charged his phone and she still had not called after the text of arriving.

He dialed her as he dressed. “Hey babe, call you back,” she said and hung up.

She sounded like she was running. He sat on the bed and rubbed his hands over his face, and pulled up the tracking app. He followed her, she was most definitely running or driving very fast, but he zoomed in, the dot stopped. He waited a few minutes watching it, still not moving.

What the fuck, he thought. His heart relaxed when he saw it move again, slowly, but it moved. She must have got him.

He waited another hour, and the phone rang. “Swan, are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, um I am going to be a little late,” she said.

“Oh, ok. But you are heading back?”

“Ouch” she bit out and he heard a male’s voice in the background.

“Swan? What is going on?” he asked standing.

“Um, he had a knife, ouch! And he cut my arm, I’m being stitched. Easy man, it isn’t falling off,“ she barked at the medic.

"I’m coming to get you,” he said pulling a shirt on, trying to find his jeans.

“No, no. Seriously ill send you a photo, it isn’t bad, it was just a weird angle that caught me. I am ok, really. I turned him in, and tomorrow I am sending in my notice, I just wanted to get paid.”

“ You really decided to go out with a bang huh?” He said completely unamused.

Emma sighed, “I have had worse, I am ok. Hey, are you done? Can I go? Alright, babe, I am done. I will be out of here in a few and heading home. See you in like two hours or so.”

“Ok, just please be safe,” he said feeling defeated and anxiety building.

“I will. Killian, I love you” she said quickly.

He smiled, “I love you more than anything, one piece Swan. Not tiny pieces, not cut pieces. One whole piece,” he said.

“Aye Aye Captain,” she said and cut the call off.

He smiled and climbed into bed. He turned the laptop on and put on a movie, they needed a tv for in here, seriously.

He went on amazon and ordered a small one and a wall mounting kit.

He woke up when he heard the door shut. Emma came in quietly and went into the bathroom, and the shower turned on. He heard her wince, and was at the door knocking a second later.

“Em, open up,” he said through the door.

She opened the door, looking a bit worse for wear. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I need to shower.”

Killian walked in and took a look at her outstretched arm. It was a nasty gash.

“Do you need help?” He asked, and she shook her head.

“I’ll be out in a few, sorry I woke you up.”

Emma held her arm out of the spray and washed the night off of her. She came out and Killian had Tylenol and a glass of water on her nightstand as he sat and waited for her.

She pulled on a flannel of his and crawled into bed, and he propped her arm up on some extra pillows.

“Thanks,” she said. “I am sorry.”

“Well, we got roughly 5 months in with you unscathed, and if this is your last one, then I say you did alright,” and kissed her forehead.

She nodded and was grateful it was her left arm and not her right. She yawned, and Killian tucked her damp curls behind her ear, and snuggled in closer to her, wrapping his hand around her good one as they fell asleep.

Killian got up with the sun, watching Emma sound asleep. He took in her golden curls in the morning light, her dark lashes on the apples of her cheeks. The dusting of freckles coating her nose. He just soaked her in, completely at peace.

“You’re watching me sleep again, Jones. It’s weird,” she mumbled with a small smile and snuggled into his chest.

He smiled and held her as best as he could without moving her arm. She would need Tylenol, he waited a few minutes before he headed to the kitchen and got everything, laying it on her nightstand. He kissed her cheek and headed down to the shop buttoning his coveralls.

He rolled the garage door up, and lit a smoke, grabbing the list they had started and placed an order for the parts they knew so far, getting a head start.

He grabbed the creeper and had just slid under the car when he heard Emma scream.

He bolted up the stairs and ran to the bathroom, “Emma!” He called and opened the door.

“I popped a stitch. Do you have a thread or a kit? She asked, and he nodded, taking in the blood soaking through the cloth she had against it.

"Babe it’s just a stitch, hurry” she pleaded and he ran down the stairs grabbing the red box.

He ran in and opened it on the counter, searching for the sutures. He found the steri strips and pulled them out, tearing one off.

He took her arm and he pulled the cloth away, Emma winced. He held her arm up above her head for a few seconds, and quickly pulled it down, securing her skin and adding a second for good measure.

Emma watched how quickly he worked, with soft touches. She smiled as he finished. “ Thank you,” she said and kissed him.

He nodded, do you need anything else? He asked, gazing at her softly. Emma shook her head.

Killian nodded and washed the blood off his hands. “I’ll be right downstairs if you need help.”

Emma kissed him and he headed down the hall. She finished brushing her teeth and pulled leggings on. She went to her laptop, popped it open, and dialed her boss.

After a long discussion, she gave her resignation. Her boss was a little pissed but she said after last night, her decision was made. She recommended two people she knew in Boston who did side work, and he appreciated it. She thanked him and ended the call.

She saw a missed text from August but it could wait. She shot a photo and sent it saying she would call later.

She called the number on the flyer, and spoke to a woman named Astrid, setting a viewing of the house up for tomorrow at lunchtime, and that was set.

She looked around the loft, if they bought a house what would they do with the space? Maybe Killian would want to rent it, extra income would be nice.

She slid on shoes and made her way downstairs, there was no way she could box, so she took a look at the whiteboard.

Billy slid out on the creeper and waved, Killian on the phone in the office. He came out a minute later with a sheet and taped it on the board.

“Hi, you ok,?” He asked.

Emma nodded and looked at the behemoth sitting on the lift. “Ingrids?” She asked and Killian nodded.

“Do you need help? I can order parts if you give me a list” she offered and he smiled.

“I just finished, go lay down,” he said. Emma sighed and nodded.

“Oh, tomorrow at 11, the house tour,” she said and he smiled at her.

She grabbed a book and went to sit on her chair, and grabbed her phone. She looked at couches, she bookmarked a few to show Killian, and when he came up for lunch, she began showing him the couches while he ate.

They agreed on one, and she ordered it. She looked around and decided with Halloween approaching, some decorations were needed. She ordered some and realized her birthday was now weeks away.

She booked that little place in Vermont for the week she had planned on and smiled. She was restless, so she went downstairs again, deciding on a walk. Killian nodded, and she headed out.

She walked the whole town and came across a little hair salon. She walked in, and made an appointment for herself, and headed home. She decided to establish an OB and a new doctor here, and she needed a dentist too. She completed her paperwork to include Killian as her contact first and August second for the first time ever.

When Killian finally headed up, Emma was asleep on the couch, a book laying on the floor. He smiled and snapped a photo, tucked it away, and called in Chinese before he hopped in the shower.

Emma woke up and the buzzer was going off. She looked around disoriented and headed down signing for the food. She popped some of the painkillers the doctor gave her and cleaned the cut.

Killian came out in his sweats and plated dinner up. She told him what she did, and he smiled.

“I’ve never put anyone else as an emergency contact besides August. It’s a big deal, and don’t tell him” she warned and he laughed.

Killian told her about August’s financial game, and she smiled.

“Babe, you don’t have to do that. I have enough if we want the house” she said.

He nodded, “well how about the car. Still a go?” He asked and she nodded. “Have you thought about what you want to do yet?” He asked.

Emma shook her head, “a break. Oh! I got the Vermont house booked for next month too” she said and he smiled nodding as she told him all the little details.

They curled up on the couches, and he decided to bring up those pesky thoughts. “Swan?”

“Hmm”

“Do you want kids someday?” He asked.

Emma’s mouth went dry. Not sure what he was meaning. “Like kids, plural?” She asked.

“Aye,” he said back amused.

“I’ve considered it, if it were the right time, right person…” she said.

She looked up at him, eyes searching his. “Do you?”

Killian nodded at her “Someday I do, very much,” he said.

“Ok,” she said smiling, and he kissed her hair and pictured a tiny blonde girl with blue-green eyes, a pregnant Emma, a family. He was really happy he called Marco.

Killian heard the door buzz and went down to the door. An amazon truck was there and the guy handed him his TV. He thanked him and headed upstairs, and Emma was already in bed.

“What is that?” She asked, her eyes widening at the sight of the box.

“A TV for in here,” he said tilting the box.

Emma laughed, “as if we need another reason to not leave our bed” she giggled. He winked at her and proceeded to unpack the TV, setting it up on the dresser for now, and sat on the edge of the bed setting the remote up. He finally crawled under the covers and Emma was sound asleep.

He smiled, turned on a movie on low, and set the timer. He fell asleep thinking about blonde-haired babies and Emma in a white dress.

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sometimes life’s a bitch and then you keep living.

Connie remembered everything about that night. It was raining, and it was late. About two in the morning. The car was stuffy, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else. His girlfriend and childhood friend, Sasha, was silent. It was weird, because she usually picked him up blasting music and having something to say. But tonight—that night—she had nothing to say to them. Usually the cliffside view was beautiful for a sunset, and they’d hold hands and laugh until they decided they were tired enough to go home. It would be hours at a time. Sometimes, they’d buy McDonald’s and rant about the world, sitting on the car hood with just each other.

“School starts up again next week,” she started, quietly, her eyes on the wheel. “Yeah. Spring break was not long enough—” “It never is for you,” she snorts, and he rolls his eyes. She was right. No matter how long the break, Connie always complained about school. It’s not totally his fault that he feels stupid in every class he has; even the one he gets B’s in. Sasha wasn’t like that in all her classes, she excelled in science and math, and even though her mind was dead by the time she got to English, she still did well. Intellectually, she was superior. He didn’t mind—he was too preoccupied celebrating her academic achievements to compare himself to her. “Yeah. I’m not a fan of—” “It’s still raining. . .” It’s weird that he never got to finish his sentence. Maybe she was afraid he’d say something to make her stay. Not that he would have. “Nothing good ever happens when it rains.” She started the car again, and Connie, who was trying to figure out why his heart was starting to sink, kept quiet. He was never quiet. He always had something to fill the silence with. He wanted to tell her about his parent’s divorce, but he couldn’t he couldn’t find the words. It wasn’t the time. As they pulled up to his lawn, the rain started to come down harder, and everything finalized in his mind. “Who is it?” he asked, quietly, finally getting his one sentence in. Sasha grips the steering wheel tightly, but she was glad he got the memo—they were breaking up. She already soft-blocked him from all her social media, but he wouldn’t know that until morning. “Niccolo,” she finally says, and he nods. He knows of him. Blonde VoTech student, succeeding in the culinary field. Of course that would win over the brunette—the way to her heart is through her stomach. He swallowed dryly. “See you at school?” he wouldn’t meet her eyes, hand on the car door. “Oh, Connie. . .” her face got dark. She wouldn’t look at him. He was standing in front of her on his lawn. He doesn’t remember moving. “No.” She drove off. Connie spent the rest of freshman year, and all of sophomore year avoiding Sasha and her boyfriend. He’s never seen her happier, and he didn’t want to interrupt that. Despite, you know, wanting to be the cause of her happiness. He heard them laughing a lot. It was torturous. He was always dizzy, and kept his hood up to prevent the bright lights from reaching his eyes. He was starting to find comfort in the darkness that once scared him. The unknown of it all really put him at ease. It did keep him up, though. Pros and cons. “Connie!” Sasha finally caught up to him, midst of junior year, grabbing his arm so he wouldn’t run. The cars were starting to pull away around them, so she pulled him to her car. He kept his eyes on the asphalt ground. “What’s going on, man? You’ve been avoiding me for so long! Marco, Jean, and I were trying to—” The world turned red, and spun. Distantly, he questioned, “What?” “Why have you been avoiding me?” “Why?” he repeated, dumbfounded. “Yeah,” she cocked her head to the side like he was confusing her. Shoving his hands in his pockets, his eyebrows furrow. “Sasha. . . You broke up with me. What do you mean?” “Yeah, but—” “You blocked me on Instagram and Snap,” he pointed out, getting angrier. His hands were starting to shake. “You started avoiding me first!” “Yeah, but. . .” “Am I an asshole for returning the favor?” “No, but I miss you.” she pouted, twiddling her fingers. That’s the last straw. “Sasha, we’re not in middle school anymore! That pout won’t work. I’m sorry you missed me, but I’m not willing to let myself hang around and wait until it’s convenient for you to feel up to being my friend again. That’s not fair to me.” She was starting to get upset, he could see that. But he’s been upset for months upon months. It’s almost been two years. “You’re so happy with Niccolo, then make friends with his friends. No need to involve me.” “But. . . You’re my best friend, Connie,” she reaches for his hand, but he yanks his arm away. “I was, wasn’t I?” he steps

back. “Well, everything must come to an end.” “Wait!” she cried out, and he found himself waiting. It angered him that he was still willing to listen to her. He turned back to her, eyebrows raised. “How. . . How did you move on?” “Move on?” he thought about, removing a hand from his pockets to fix his falling hood. “I didn’t. I probably won’t ever ‘move on’, but. . . I just take one step at a time. It’s all I can do.” “I miss your company.” Connie went silent, eyes on his beat up converse. The wind picked up. He didn’t have anything else to say. Sure, he missed his best friend, too, but it’s not like she unblocked him or truly made an effort. He shrugged, turning on his heel. There wasn’t much else he could do. He was so close to being roped back into her friend loop. He couldn’t do that to himself. He tried, at first, to make amends, but she always turned him down. Connie couldn’t keep waiting. Connie spent a lot of his high school life working. He wanted to save up for something fun to do with friends. Marco and Jean offered not many ideas, but it hit the buzzcut teen when he was trying to sleep one night—a camp out. In the woods not too far behind his house. There’s this clearing he used to use that’s perfect. He sent out a massive group text. That included: Jean, Marco, Annie, Bert, Reiner, Mikasa, Armin, Eren. . . His thumb hovered over Sasha’s contact. He frowned. He skipped over her, and sent the text. Despite it being one in the morning, everyone seemed on board. They spent the next hour finding a date. They decided upon July 12th, where they all had time to call out and arrange accordingly. That date. . . In fifth grade, that’s when Connie asked Sasha out. They dated until freshman year. It was wild how the universe works. He agreed upon the date and marked it in his calendar. After graduation, he continued working. He still had a few months before he was going away to college, and he still had the whole camp out to put together. He found himself hanging around Annie and Mikasa a lot. He didn’t expect them to be so hands on with the project, or into it at all—considering how they tended to not be huge talkers—but they were. It didn’t make sense to him, but he had fun organizing it with them. It all came to him at the end of the night, after grilling hot dogs and hamburgers for dinner. He was sitting in a lawn chair, staring at the stars by himself, with this big dopey smile on his face. His hand was around his soda bottle. Annie and Mikasa pulled chairs up to sit with him. “You seem happier than you’ve been in years,” Annie points out, handing him a bottle of root beer. He opens it for her, nodding along to what she said. “Yeah. I am.” “Does this mean you’re over Sasha?” Mikasa sends a glare to the blonde, and Connie finds himself laughing. It was funny how people still treated it like a sore subject. “No. Yes? I’m able to talk about it, but it still hurts. It’s everything and nothing at all.” He adjusts himself in his chair. He bought a tent big enough for them all to lay in, and he managed to be assigned to the very girls sitting next to him. However, he was focused on the stars. “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Mikasa settles on, not being too good with words. That’s something Annie and her shared—their difference was Mikasa had a heavy filter, where Annie’s filter was non-existent. She thought about her words heavily. “Me too. It’s good to be hanging out with my friends again. I’m sorry for, you know, being shitty. I didn’t mean it.” “It was a tough breakup. Don’t worry about those it doesn’t concern.” Annie advised, taking a swig of her soda. “It does concern you guys, because you’re my friends and I wasn’t there for you. That’s how I see it, and I’m sorry. But, yes, it was tough. I tried to ignore it but. . . Well, there are some things you can’t avoid in life. I had to deal with it.” Connie explained, looking into his soda bottle. He’s glad he found his way out. He just got so tired being sad that he had a breakthrough. Some aren’t as lucky, but he was never the

forever-brooding type. He was much more comfortable as the clown of the group. “And you’re better now for it,” Mikasa says softly, turning to him. She placed a hand over his, and Annie took his other hand. His face grew hot, but they all looked at the stars. There was comfortable silence between them. Slowly, Connie intertwined their hands together. In the distance, Jean and Eren could be heard bickering about trees. Weird topic for them, but it was normal. “We both like you, Connie,” Annie finally said, “and we’d like to figure out what that means.” His smile grew, finally tearing his eyes away from the stars. He looked between them, and found that they weren’t joking with him. He’d never think he’d go from dating, to sadly single, to being fine with being single, to possibly having two girlfriends. Life was crazy in that way. “Okay,” he said, turning his direction to the stars. It got quiet again, but the conversation started back up when Connie mentioned he didn’t know how to piece together constellations—or something along those lines—but Annie did. She spent the hour before bed teaching them about how to find north, and some constellations that she could find. Mikasa, on the other hand, had a handful of knowledge about astrology, and told her lovers all about it as they turned in for the night. Connie was set in the middle, with his arms around both of them. When college came around, it turns out that Annie was going up north. Mikasa and Connie were also going up north, but for a different college. They decided to buy a two bedroom apartment together and to just commute. It was weird to live with two girls prone to bickering, but Connie was always able to compromise. On top of that, they all were pretty good at communication between each other. When Mikasa was feeling left out, she sent a text explaining herself the best she could, and her two lovers always figured out a way to make it up to her. Same with Annie. The blonde and black haired girls were always able to communication to Connie how they were feeling, and they genuinely listened to Connie when he spoke—especially if he cracked some stupid joke; they love his shitty humor. They loved him. He, of course, loved his two strong girlfriends, and never felt emasculated—he enjoyed watching them outlift in the gym, and was very encouraging. He’s grateful for them, and couldn’t ask for better girlfriends.

#aot #connie springer #ex springles #sasha braus #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #annie leonhardt #ending polyamory #might be occ bc it was early when i wrote this #snk #annie/connie/mikasa #mikonnie #springhardt #attack on titan #cw: long post #cw: disney-style dramatics #my works.mp3

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Like We Used To: 4

A/N: Hey guys! This story will continue if there’s demand for it, so let me know what you think so far! Love it? Hate it? Suggestions? Theories? Let’s talk! Your messages and feedback are super helpful and very much appreciated.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Elizabeth felt a soft tickle on the bridge of her nose that forced her out of a deep sleep, making her aware of the depression in the bed beside her. Her eyes fluttered open and grinned when she saw Kate’s hazel eyes inches from hers.

“What time is it?” Elizabeth croaked, stretching her arms above her head.

“Almost nine,” Kate propped her head up in her hand with her elbow on the pillow “How was your night?”

Elizabeth eyed her best friend before snorting, knowing Kate all too well, “Go on, then. What do you really want to ask me?”

That was all Kate needed to hear, however, and she bolted up eagerly, “Lewis and I heard you and Harry talking last night. Well...we didn’t hear you, but we tried. Are you guys good now?”

Elizabeth smiled wider, partly amused with her best friend, but also relieved that her and Harry were able to talk last night and clear the air without everyone prying. She still felt slightly uneasy about being around him after so long, but comfortable enough to start being herself again.

“Yeah,” Elizabeth said, “We’re good.”

Kate stared at her for a second before asking, “So...did you kiss?”

“What?” Elizabeth shot up, eyes widened, “No we did not kiss. What’s with you?”

Kate scrunched her nose, “Dang it. Lewis and I were hoping you did. Uh...for the sake of the bet, of course.” she stammered. “Anyway. Come on down and keep me company. Heather and Lewis are making brunch for everyone. JJ and Owen went out for a run and everyone else is still sleeping.”

“Let me get this straight. You woke me up to ask me if I kissed Harry, but you let everyone else sleep in?”

“Exactly!” Kate beamed, kissing her friend’s cheek, “See ya down there!” she sang, jumping off the bed and traipsing out of the room.

Elizabeth shook her head and rubbed her eyes, slipping out of bed and into the bathroom. While brushing her teeth and running her fingers through her hair she couldn’t help but wonder how things were going to go today. Was it still going to be awkward around Harry? What about when this weekend was over? Will he hurt her again? Had her being emotional during their talk last night scared him off for good? Then again, he seemed to get pretty emotional too.

She splashed her face with cold water and decided against changing her clothes just yet and headed to the hallway. As she reached the landing she noticed Harry rounding the steps that led to his room, making his way down as well.

“Good morning,” Harry’s raspy voice sounded, tousling his disheveled hair while smiling at Elizabeth and catching up to her. His eyes were not all the way awake yet and his clothes were wrinkled from his sleep.

“Morning!” She smiled back as they descended the steps together, following the smell of sausages to the large eat-in kitchen.

Harry took a deep breath and looked over towards Heather and Lewis who were at the kitchen island preparing sliced oranges and whipping up raw eggs. “Smells amazing!” He called over to them, “Need any help with the food?”

Lewis looked up at the sound of Harry’s voice, “Oh, good morning! Nah, mate, we’re alright with the food. But if you don’t mind bringing some plates to Kate on the back patio and grabbing yourself something to drink that would be helpful!”

Harry and Elizabeth nodded at each other and headed towards the cupboard. When Harry grabbed a bunch of plates she put a hand on his back. “What do you reckon? Coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, please.”

She watched as he shuffled past her, plates in hand, towards the patio. Once he was outside she grabbed some mugs and set to work, relieved that it hadn’t felt awkward yet. So far so good.

When Elizabeth joined Kate and Harry at the large picnic bench on the patio they were in the middle of a conversation about the wedding speeches and something funny her dad said. Harry had thanked Elizabeth for the coffee and the three of them carried on conversing until Kate went inside to grab some cutlery and to see if her sister needed any more help. For a split second Elizabeth worried that it would start to get awkward with just the two of them, but she was instantly proved wrong as her and Harry continued talking about how creepy their rooms were at night and how excited they were for the lake and the BBQ later.

They were going on about the amount of food they planned on consuming when the sliding glass doors screeched open and Matt clambered out, yawning and plopping on the bench opposite of them.

“Alright, big shot. I need to warn you,” Matt joked, his playful and tired eyes looking at Harry, “I know back in the day you were Lizzy’s ‘defender’ or whatever. But since you decided to be all famous, the role was filled by the big guns here!” He finished, slapping his biceps hidden under his white long sleeve shirt.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, snorted, and looked over to Harry as he gave an amused chuckle and said, “I certainly did not mean to step on any toes.”

Matt nodded, graciously, “It’s fine, mate. Just don’t let me catch you doing any funny business.”

Harry laughed and turned to Elizabeth, “Heard that, Lizzy? We just can’t let him catch us.”

“So we shouldn’t tell him about our plans to meet at the docks tonight when everyone goes to sleep?” Elizabeth whispered, seriously, before cracking a smile. Both boys laughed.

Eventually everyone was up and on the patio eating breakfast together. Conversations were light and at some point, when everyone had finished eating, Heather had surprised them by bringing out an old picture book full of pictures from their time in junior and senior high. Everyone crowded around and gawked at how young they looked, sharing memories with their college friends about the story behind certain photos. Everyone started feeling nostalgic. Harry, more than most. He had even asked Heather if she could make copies of some of the pictures for him. She agreed.

Once the dishes were put away Heather and Owen decided to head to the market to grab some food for the barbecue while the rest of them got in their bathing suits to go in the lake. Elizabeth slipped into her white bandage-top bikini with tiny little flowers on it, pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, grabbed some sunnies and bounded for the door. On her way out she ran into Matt who had put on his swim trunks and was heading out, too.

“Need a ride, m’lady?” He feigned an posh, old English accent and squatted down to offer her a piggyback ride.

“Don’t mind if I do!” giggled Elizabeth, jumping on.

On the way down to the dock Matt was trying to make her laugh by trotting like a horse, spinning her around, and weaving in and out of stray dandelions that scattered the yard causing Elizabeth to flop around on his back. She noticed everyone was already down there, blowing up the last of the inner tubes. Elizabeth’s laughter must have been loud enough to catch Celeste’s attention because she looked over and pointed up at them mumbling something that caused everyone else to look in their direction, amused.

“Be careful, Lizzy!” Kate called with slight sarcasm in her voice, “Matt’s only trying to make you laugh so he can sucker you in to kissing him!”

“You’re only saying that because you bet against them kissing this weekend,” Daisy retorted.

“Yeah, Kate. Don’t cock block” Matt smirked when he reached them, bending down so Elizabeth could jump off.

Elizabeth smacked Matt’s arm, “Stop buttering me up, weirdo. I’m not that easy.”

They all laughed and Elizabeth turned towards Harry who handed her an inflated inner tube. She took it with a grateful smile and then choked, eyes widening slightly and cheeks going red. She’s seen recent pictures of Harry with his shirt off, but his abs were much more prominent in person. She could now clearly see the detail in each one of his tattoos, and he had obviously been on a sunny vacation recently because he had a perfect sun-kissed tan which caused a very visible tan line at the band of his swimming trunks.

“You alright?” Harry smirked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, yeah!” She shook her head, snapping back to reality just as Lewis shouted for everyone to jump in the lake.

There were yelps and hollers when everyone dove in. Even though the sun was shining and the weather was fairly warm, the water was freezing.

“Fuck!” Jimmy cried, shaking the water off his face.

“Who’s stupid idea was it to go swimming in September?” Daisy spat, clutching onto her float and shivering. “Fuck this, I’m going to tan.”

“Yeah, I’m out,” Jimmy followed Daisy towards the patch of grass in between the lake and the patio.

The water stung at first, but after a few seconds Elizabeth could hardly notice. She looked over at Harry who was closest to her and paddled over, dragging her float with her. She saw goosebumps on his arms and, as he climbed on to his inner tube, noticed his nipples were hard. She blinked, forcing herself to snap out of it again.

“You’re not gonna bitch out, are you?” Elizabeth teased.

Harry finally managed to flip into his inner tube and with a lopsided smile said, “I never back down from a challenge”

“Oh, is that so?” She smirked, grabbing the bottom of his float and flipping it over. Harry’s arms flailed and he emitted a yelp as he smacked the water.

When he resurfaced, Harry did his best imitation of astonishment before he thrust a tidal wave amount of water at her. This was the start of a war as Matt, Edward, Celeste, Lewis, and Kate all joined in. Someone was smart enough to bring a disposable camera because Daisy began taking pictures. The friends managed to get a few games of Marco Polo, Chicken, and Human Ring Toss before people started getting out.

After a while Lewis climbed out onto the docks and headed up towards Owen, who was back from the market with Heather, and helped him grill up some food for the barbecue. This made Elizabeth and Harry the last two in the water. Elizabeth rested her head back onto the edge of her inner tube and let the sun beam down on her face and chest, lightly kicking her toes in and out of the water. The sun wasn’t as harsh as it was earlier. If she had to guess, it was probably a little after 3 PM.

Her body jerked and felt her inner tube collide with something. She looked up to see that Harry had pulled her float closer to his and he held onto the handle of her float so she wouldn’t drift away. She saw his eyes linger in the direction of their friends that were spread across the lawn and then back to her.

“I needed this,” he admitted.

Elizabeth nodded, understandingly, “I bet. Is it hard? Doing what you do?”

“It can be,” he shrugged, looking up at the sky. Water seeped onto his stomach and gathered at the fold of his belly button. “I love what I do, but the long hours and travel can sometimes be too much. Luckily I have a little more control over that now.”

Elizabeth paused for a second, and then with genuinity she said, “I’m happy for you, Harry.”

Harry smiled affectionately at her and took her hand in his, squeezing it and caressing her knuckles with his thumb. The gesture was meant to say thanks, but he never let go. Elizabeth’s heart started to flutter.

Just as Harry was about to say something, an exasperated, “Oh, for fucks sake!” echoed. Harry and Elizabeth shot their attention over to the yard just in time to see Celeste grabbing Edward by the cheeks and smashing her lips onto his.

“Yes!” Yelled Jimmy and Daisy, high-fiving each other now that they were one step closer to winning the bet.

Edward smirked over towards Jimmy and everyone laughed as she walked away grumbling, “Add this to the list of things that no one is allowed to mention again.”

Harry looked over at Elizabeth who was chuckling to herself in amusement. “You weren’t kidding when you said everyone was different now,” He said, grabbing her attention. “Celeste? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her show interest in anyone. She was always all about studying.”

Elizabeth nodded knowingly, “That changed when we met Edward in college. She became a lot more adventurous. The two of them like to act like they’re just friends, but we all know there’s something more there. I think they hooked up a lot more than they’ve admitted. I’ve caught them in some pretty suspicious situations.”

“Wow, good for her.” Harry pursed her lips, impressed, “ So, first it’s Kate and Lewis, then Celeste and Edward. What’s next? You and Matt?”

“Me and Matt?” Elizabeth snorted, propping her head up higher to get a better look at him.

“Yeah,” Harry continued cooly, looking out onto the lake again, “You said you’ve kissed before. I never would have guessed that would happen, so I clearly don’t know you all as well as I thought I did. Like you said, a lot has changed, so I don’t much know about your love lives. Do you and him have some sort of secret love thing going on like Celeste and Edward do?”

Elizabeth searched his face to see if there was any flicker of emotion; a hint of him teasing, indifference, maybe even jealousy. It was hard to tell through his sunglasses. “No,” she relaxed back into her float, “That was a one-time-only thing.”

“Got it,” Harry shrugged, a slight hint of satisfaction in his voice. They sat there in silence.

“Hey!” Jimmy called from the edge of the docks, Kate beside him holding some towels, “If you two aren’t gonna kiss to help me win this bet, then do you mind coming out? The food is ready.”

Elizabeth blushed and looked over at Harry who’s cheeks went slightly pink. But that could have just been the sun. They both seemed to realize at the same time that they were still holding hands, so they quickly let go of each other.

“Coming!” Harry raised his hand with his head tilted down, to hide his embarrassed smirk.

Harry reached the dock seconds before Elizabeth and she watched as he lifted himself out of the water. The muscles on his shoulders and biceps tensed and water slowly dripped down his back. Once he was up he turned and offered a hand to Elizabeth, helping her out with a smile before taking his towel from Kate and heading up the lawn with Jimmy.

Elizabeth sheepishly wrapped her towel around her body and whispered, “Shut it,” feeling Kate’s suggesting gaze.

“I’m just saying,” Kate said, walking slowly up the hill with her best friend, “there were sparks between you two in high school and I’m seeing sparks now.”

Elizabeth groaned, defensively, “Okay. I will admit that I might have had a crush on him back then. Do I find him attractive? Sure. Along with everyone else on the planet. But whatever this thing we have...friendship, or whatever...it’s not going anywhere. It didn’t happen back then, and it definitely won’t happen now. There’s too much history.”

Kate beamed excitedly, “I can’t believe after twelve years I finally got you to admit that you like him.”

“Liked,” Elizabeth corrected.

Kate rolled her eyes, “Yeah, whatever. We’ll see.”

When they reached the table Elizabeth grabbed a seat next to Matt and everyone began shoveling food onto their plates. Halfway through eating, Daisy had mentioned that she brought ‘Spill It’ and wanted to play after they finished cleaning up.

“What’s ‘Spill It’?” Harry swallowed his food.

“It’s a drinking game we made in college,” Owen informed, “It’s like a mashup of all those stupid teenage games like Truth or Dare and Never Have I ever. Stuff like that.”

“Except we made the cards, so it can get super raunchy,” Celeste warned.

This should be fun.

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quiche-pocket · 5 years

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I’m Your Bonnie You Can Be My Clyde- Continuation of Mads and Burger Girl One Shot

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Me: I NEED A FOLLOW UP TO BARE ON THE GROUND WITH SEX!!!!!

A/N: This is the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever let others read. If you haven’t read Bare on the Ground you don’t really need to but here’s the basics: Mads is Mads Larsen, Marco Ilso’s character in the Danish show Kriger. Tom, Lars Ranthe’s character from Kriger, is also mentioned. Mads’ girlfriend is essentially reader insert. Mads calls her some variation of the pet name “doll”. Thank you soooo much to everyone who has read, liked, commented, reblogged and all of the above. I’m blown away that y’all are enjoying this trash I put out there with me. As always, the people and image are not mine. Also, the titles of the previous part and this one are from War Paint by Fletcher. Lastly! I tagged everyone I normally tag, but please drop me a message if you would like to be added or removed.

Warnings: There are BDSM elements between two consenting adults, such as sensory deprivation and some sensory play. If this is not your thing, I would suggest skipping this bit!

Previously in Bare on the Ground...

“We always listen to Tom, right baby boy? Isn’t that what you told me?” He nodded but was still glaring daggers inside the club house. “You know who else my boy listens to?” His breath caught and that made him look down into your eyes. “He listens to me. You know why?” Mads opened his mouth to answer but you put two fingers over his lips and gently shook your head. “Don’t speak, baby boy. I know you know the answer, you’re such a smart boy. But my boy listens to me, because I always take care of him when he’s a good boy.” His eyes dropped shut and you tapped his lips once with your fingertips before taking his hand. “Ok, baby, take me home and you can start making up all these late nights to me.”

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Mads was nearly vibrating on the drive home. You had spent the whole ride leaning up against him, running your hand up and down the seam on his inner thigh. When the bulge in his pants started growing, your hand traced back and forth causing him to squirm and buck his hips. Through it all, you whispered in his ear how you couldn’t wait to be home. How your pussy was dripping just thinking about his hard cock and his hungry mouth. You told him you were going to tie him to the bed so he could relax and force him to cum until he couldn’t remember his own name.

“Dolly, you gotta stop. I’m going to crash the car,” Mads gasped as he took the exit toward your place. His voice was shaking and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

“I’m not going to stop. You’re almost there, I know you can behave just a little while longer. Can you hold out for me? Be my good boy?” You whispered in his ear and he whimpered but nodded; squaring his shoulders and focusing on the less than 5 minutes left to go.

As he parked, you leaned over and nibbled his ear. “I want you to go inside and go wait for me on the bed, okay? I’ll be there in a minute but I want you naked and ready for me, puppy.” With a steadying breath, he nodded and got out of the car leading the way into your building while you followed with a smirk.

Inside, Mads went straight to the room without a word and you stood in the kitchen getting your thoughts together. This was something you’d wanted to do for a while but weren’t sure exactly when would be the best time. Tonight, though, with the stress that Mads has been under and the emotions that have been running wild between the both of you, he seemed desperate for something more and you were more than happy to oblige. From the kitchen you grabbed a bowl full of ice, a lighter and one of the candlesticks from the table, a bottle of water and the bowl of sliced strawberries you’d done for dinner that night. There was no sound coming from the bedroom, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.

“Mads?” You called out just beyond the door and you heard shuffling and the bed springs creak.

“Yeah?” He sounded small and hesitant, his voice wavering and full of nerves. It made you smile that even though he was nervous he still trusted you enough to stay in the room while you took your time getting prepared.

“I need you to lay down on the bed on your stomach, face in the pillows. Don’t peak, okay? I need to get a few more things and I don’t want you to see yet.” His soft affirmative response made you shiver. You listened for the bed springs to shift again under his large body before stepping into the room.

The two bowls and the candle stick went on the nightstand. Mads almost raised his head when he heard the ceramic on the table but you shushed him softly and stroked over his hair gently. Leaning into his ear you kissed it and then whispered that he was doing so well and to take deep breaths. A small shiver ran through him and you pet down his back, pausing at the small of it and talking him through two deep breaths before stepping away from the bed to grab the remaining things you needed.

There were cuffs that would fit his wrists, but nothing for his legs, so you grabbed two long hair scarves in addition to the soft leather wrist cuffs. You grabbed the one tie he owns and tested it over your eyes for a makeshift blindfold. Satisfied that it was thick enough to keep out most of the light, you set all these between his legs spread on the bed. All the while you kept talking softly to him. Helping him know where in the room you were and coaching him through more deep breaths when he had been silent for too long. The last items you needed were small: a makeup brush, his steel toothed comb, your paddle brush and rubber cleaning gloves from under the sink.

“I’m going to straddle your back now, baby boy. I need you to hold still and move whatever and whenever I tell you to, okay?” He nodded. “Before we get started, what are your words if you need me to slow down and also to stop?” He mumbled them into the pillow and you pet over his hair again, gently taking it out of the bun so it would be more comfortable when he was on his back. Lifting his face off the pillows you placed the tie over his eyes and he let out a breath. “Remember to breathe, baby, in and out. I’ll let you know if you should stop.” He shivered again and you laughed softly. “Put your arms up over your head, please.” He did and you attached the cuffs to the headboard, crossing them over each other so when he went to his back, his arms wouldn’t be crossed against his ears. You encouraged him to tug at the cuffs to show they were secure before leaning to the side and grabbing a bottle of oil from his bedside table.

You poured a coin sized amount into your palm and rubbed them together to warm the oil before sliding your slick hands along his back. His muscles rippled under your firm touch and you shushed him softly when you reached a particularly sensitive spot near his ribs.

“Take a deep breath, baby, just feel my hands. Feel how soft and small they are. Notice how they barely reach around your shoulders when I massage them like this?” He groaned and you dug into a tense knot right under your thumb. “But even as small and delicate they are, they can take such good care of you can’t they, sweet boy? I can take away your hurt,” you pulled more tension from his spine and felt him relax further into the bed just as you’d been hoping for. Crawling back on your knees, you were now straddling his thighs and you picked up the paddle brush. Rubbing it softly over his right cheek you watched him try and turn his head to look over his shoulder, completely forgetting about the tie blocking his sight. “Can you tell what that is?”

“Your brush,” he grunted into the pillows.

“That’s right,” you rubbed his back again, all the way down to the very top of his ass, helping him relax again. “So these tiny hands can take away your hurt, but they can also cause it, can’t they?” You started to lightly tap all over his right cheek with the brush, never hitting the same spot and teasing him with the easy stings. Your other hand was massaging and groping his other cheek and he was pushing his hips up into both sensations. “You just focus on me and what I’m doing to you, Mads. Nothing else matters. It’s just you and me, okay baby?” He nodded and you brought the brush sharply onto his cheek. “Words, baby boy.”

“Yes, I’m with you. I feel you, I’m focused.” He raised his head slightly from the mattress so you could be sure to hear his words. Sometimes you wished that the two of you had agreed on a title for when you were playing like this. That rush of power that came from the thought of him calling you Ma’am or even mistress if the intensity was right. Nothing ever felt appropriate, though, so he called you whatever he felt in the moment and that was beautiful too. One thing he never called you at times like this, though, was doll.

You kept up a sporadic rhythm of slaps over both cheeks, alternating between intensity and speed as well as location. Mads jerked against the cuffs every time you hit his sit spot. As his cheeks turned slightly pink you turned the brush over and ran the bristles over the sensitive skin causing him to yell out. Shushing him again, you climbed off his legs, but kept a hand trailing up his side to maintain contact as you went to the bedside table for the bowl of ice. Taking a piece between your fingers, you were careful not to let any drip to his skin yet.

“Time for something different, baby. Your ass is so warm and tender. Want me to help you cool it down a bit?” He nodded and you let it go this time without commanding him to use his words, knowing he was already losing himself in the sensations. You placed the piece of ice between your lips and leaned down to trace designs over his cheeks. He gasped and bucked his hips in surprise, but you held his waist with both hands to help keep him still. The mix of your soft hair tickling his thighs and ass as well as the frozen ice and occasional touch of your lips had his squirming consistently. Once the piece of ice had almost completely melted, you spread his cheeks and let the sliver slip from your lips and slide down onto his balls. Blowing warm air and rubbing over his ass softly, you warmed him up before climbing off of him again.

“Okay, time to move on to your front, baby. I’m going to help you, because I’m not going to uncuff your hands.” You helped shift his shoulders so he could get onto his back and untwist the cuffs. His mouth opened in a silent cry when his ass hit the bed and you kissed over his cheeks and the tie around his eyes, feeling it slightly damp already. It could have been sweat or he may have been crying already, but when you touched his hands with yours his grip was strong so you knew he was still with you. Taking a short break wouldn’t go amiss, however. Grabbing the bowl of strawberries, you set it on his chest and straddled his hips feeling his already hard cock bumping against you. With a strawberry between your lips you leaned forward and traced it along his before letting it slip past his teeth into his mouth. He hummed and gave a small smile before chewing and swallowing, opening his mouth for more. You fed him three more in the same way before pulling back.

“Can you tell me what those were, baby boy?”

“Strawberries,” his voice was strong, more focused than it had been before so you placed one more on his tongue and then put the bowl back, grabbing the bottle of water and the candle and lighter.

“I’m going to give you some water, okay?” He nodded and you tilted his head up and poured a mouthful in. As he swallowed and lowered his head, you grabbed the hair scarves and drug them along his chest and abs. Taking the scarf in your hand, you stroked his cock with it and he let out a choking whine. “Do you know what these are, baby?” He shook his head desperately and started to pull harder on the cuffs and his legs flailed. Shushing him again, you took the scarf off his hard cock and ran it down his legs. Reaching his ankles, you soothed over the bone and his calves before starting to loop one scarf around the left. “I’m going to tie you spread open for me on the bed, okay?” He nodded and panted through his nose. “Deep breaths, baby, this is to help keep you and I both safe. I can’t have you bucking me off or kicking your legs too much for this next part. What’s your word, Mads?” The use of his name pulled him back to the moment and he gave his green light word in a strong, clear voice. “Good boy.”

Once both legs were secured you crawled back up to straddle his hips and you flicked the lighter without saying a word. Mads froze and his jaw dropped slightly. You’d done wax play once before and he’d really enjoyed it, but never anything like this. You flicked the lighter again and he breathed your name softly.

“What’s your word, baby?” The green light again and you lit the candle. You ran your fingers over his chest and stomach while the wax melted and then took some on your finger before pressing the burning wax to his chest right next to his nipple. He hissed through his teeth and his chest bowed off the bed. “Come on, baby boy, that wasn’t so bad was it? I didn’t even drop it directly on you. I took the majority of the heat here on my fingers, see?” You pulled your finger, now covered in cooled wax, down the center of his abs. “I’ll always take as much of the heat from you as I can.” You kissed the pink spot by his nipple from the wax before taking more wax on your fingers and painting it down his body. One day you wanted to be able to see how much he could handle with the wax directly on his skin. Tonight, however, was about you showing him you’d do whatever you could to protect him. No matter who tried to get in the way, threatened you, or made his life harder, you would always be there and he was safe and loved.

His chest was splotchy with pink spots, he was gasping for breath and your fingers had lost a bit of feeling in the tips from all the wax. You blew the candle out and let the little bit that was still near the wick dribble onto his thigh. He let out a shriek and you took a piece of ice to it immediately, making the wax harden and numbing any pain he might have felt. Sticking another piece in your mouth, you mimicked what you had done over his ass; tracing the hot skin, focusing around his nipples and making them pebble under your tongue. Mads squirmed and you hummed soothingly to keep him still.

“Word, please, Mads.” He responded with his yellow light word, meaning he needed a moment or for you to slow down. “Okay, baby, I’m here just breathe.” You untied the tie around his eyes and rested your foreheads together. You kissed over his nose and cheeks, pressing your chest to his so he could match his rapid breathing with your slower and deeper cadence. “You’re doing so well, baby, do you need to stop? I can untie you and we can clean up and do something else. Whatever you need, Mads.” He shook his head and took a deep breath.

“’m okay just need a second.” You nodded, trusting him to tell you when it was too much. Grabbing the bottle of water you helped him take another drink then fed him a few of the strawberries. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “I’m ready,” his voice was steadier and you kissed him again before moving to the nightstand again, leaving the tie off so he could see.

You took the steel comb and the makeup brush, holding them both in front of his eyes so he could see. His chest was still very sensitive so you moved down to his thighs. Taking the comb first, you started with just pricking him with the points. Gentle presses of the tines high up on his thigh made him gasp. The soft brush came next, dancing along and tickling the same skin that had just been poked. You were relentless and left no time for him to adjust to the sensation before going back to the instrument from before or moving to a new area. Right above his knee caused some entertaining sounds, and the howl that was ripped from his chest when you lightly ran the comb up his cock was gorgeous. Taking your makeup brush you swept it back and forth across the head of his cock, painting the dribbling precum all over the head. He squirmed and squeaked and you held him steady with your knees until finally letting up and giving him a moment of peace.

“Word, baby.” Your breathing was just as ragged as his, the teasing effecting you as strongly as him. He gasped out his green light word and you grinned before giving him a smacking kiss on the lips. “Okay, you ready for me to ride you, baby boy? I’m going to keep you tied up just like this, but I’m going to take you deep inside of me and show you how wet you make me by being so good and obedient for me. You’re so good for me, baby, and I want to be good for you too. You ready?” He nodded and clenched his hands into fists in the cuffs. Sometimes this was the hardest part for Mads. He didn’t mind being tied up or teased or denied cumming, but he absolutely hated not being able to touch while inside you. One last ploy to get him to give in to the feelings just for the moment.

You scooted back so your ass rested against his cock. Planting your hands on his chest, you lifted just enough to take him inside before dropping down fully onto him. Your pace was slow but deliberate. His cries and moans mixed with yours in perfect harmony and you closed your eyes, losing yourself in the heat and strength and power that was flowing through you. For a week you’d been afraid and skittish in your own home after Tom invaded it. This was helping you recenter and remind yourself that this was your home and Mads was your man and no one was going to take those away from you. This was the thought that made you lose control. You thrust hard against Mads and dug your nails into his shoulders causing him to growl deep in his throat. Your upper body dropped to his and your lips and teeth attached to his chest, leaving impressive bruising behind. When you latched to his nipple and bit down you felt his release filling you. You pulled back with a breathless laugh, changing the angle to what you needed before clenching around him and crashing through your orgasm yourself.

As soon as you stopped shaking, you slid off of him, sucking his cock and cleaning it with your mouth which left him half hard again and whimpering at the overstimulation. You untied his legs, massaging over the ankles and calves again before helping him bring them together. You kissed over his chest and neck then up his arms to the cuffs on his wrists. Unlatching those, you took his hands in yours and massaged them being careful of any possible cramping he might have. He moaned and closed his eyes, letting his body relax into the bed again. Kissing his lips you went around cleaning everything up. He made a questioning sound and you looked back.

“Gloves?” He asked, head tilted to the side like an inquisitive puppy. You glanced down and saw the cleaning gloves in your arms with the other items.

“Oh! Yeah I was going to use those, the pull of the latex on your skin after the wax, but I got distracted,” you giggled softly and he let out a breathless chuckle. “Stay right there and drink some of that water, I’m just going to put these in the bathroom and will be right back I promise.” He nodded and you hurried into the bathroom, picking up a couple of towels and turning the bath on to fill before coming back to see him sipping on the water and eating the strawberries.

“You ready to come take a bath? I just want to make sure all the massage oil and the wax is off before you go to sleep and then I’ll change the sheets.” He got shakily to his feet and you wrapped your arms around him until he was steady. You walked with him into the bathroom and made sure he was settled in the tub before telling him to soak and relax and you’d be right back after changing the bedding. He nodded and you saw his eyes already slipping closed with the heat of the water and the soothing scent of the bath soak you’d added.

Once the bed was made and you’d grabbed a change of clothes for the both of you, you went back in to find Mads nearly asleep in the bath. Kneeling down next to the tub, you traced your fingers up and down the arm resting on the edge. He startled slightly, but calmed as soon as you said his name.

“Scoot up so I can get in behind you. I want to wash you and your hair.” He nodded and slid forward a bit, his knees coming up out of the water trying to make space. It took a good deal of maneuvering to get you both in. You were pressed up against the head of the tub, legs wrapped around Mads’ waist from behind and he was leaning back against your chest. His legs were too long so they were resting over the edge, dripping water all over the floor. He wasn’t comfortable and kept squirming to try and find better ways to situate his legs with little huffs and sighs. You tried to control yourself, but before too long your whole body was shaking with laughter and he spun his head around to glare at you.

“I’m sorry!” You cried through the giggles and held your hands up in surrender. “I know it’s not super comfortable for you like this, but I wanted to make sure I got your hair and your back. You know I can’t reach in the shower!” You were still snickering when Mads got a glint in his eye. Before you could notice the shift for what it was, he had turned around to kneel between your legs lifting you and then spinning so you were on his lap facing him. A wave of water splashed out of the tub and you shrieked even though it was already a lost cause. Luckily you’d left the towels on the counter so they would still be dry. You looked down into Mads’ eyes and saw him laughing now, too. His legs still stuck out a bit, but not like they were. And between the removeable shower head and some bending on his part, you were able to wash and dry Mads’ hair and body before getting out of and draining the tub.

“Next time we try this, we are going to a hotel and getting one of those soaking tubs, okay?” He pointed at you and you laughed again remembering him flailing around in the tub. When he started to pout dramatically you ran over and wrapped him in your arms, kissing over his chest and stroking his back and sides soothingly. Before long he was laughing too and tickled over your sides. You both got dressed and crawled into bed.

“Come here dolly,” Mads murmured softly, his eyes already drifting shut. You pulled the covers with you and cuddled up on his chest. Your upper body was draped over his, head resting under his chin on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. Wrapping one leg around his closest one, you felt him sigh deeply under your ear. You traced your fingers lightly across his arms and chest and felt his breathing fall into rhythm with yours as he fell asleep. You weren’t far behind, with a soft smile on your face and a peace that if nothing else, you and Mads were getting back to normal.

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1, 11 and 14 with Alex, please. Also, congrats on your 700 followers. You deserve each one of them and I really hope more people to know your amazing writing. ♥️

Thank you for your nice comments and also thank you for being patient while I was having a minor writers block. Hope it’s gone now, and I hope it was worth the wait. ❤

1. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”14. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

„Come on Y/N, we’re going to be late!” your boyfriend Alex shouted from the hall. You quickly put on your red lipstick and walked out of the bathroom. Alex’s eyes lit up when he saw you in your tight black dress which hugged your body just the right way. „So? What do you think?” You asked and made a spin giving him a good view of your ass. „You look stunning” he said as he licked his lips. „Are you sure we have to go?” he asked caressing your waist and sliding his hand to grab your ass. „Mmm… I’m pretty sure that your whole cast would hate us if we wouldn’t go, but you can have me when we come back.” you said giving him a kiss on his cheek and escaping his embrace. „Of course if you won’t be too drunk.” you giggled and started walking towards the door. „Hey! That happened one time, okay?” he shouted and followed you. You arrived just in time to Jordan’s birthday party. He reserved an extremely long table at a fancy restaurant and it was almost full when you two arrived. After you wished him happy birthday and gave him his present you sat down facing Marco and Georgia. The night was going on pretty well, you had dinner, a few drinks and small talks and after a while people started disappearing from the table. You sat by Alex and listened to his conversation with Marco but you didn’t have much interest in video games so you quickly got bored. Instead you started staring at Alex. You thought how were you this lucky to have a man like Alex, he looked like a demigod wearing his white shirt with the sleeves folded up showing off his strong forearm.You lied back in your chair and started genty caressing his arm. After a little while he turned his head to you gave you a little smile and a wink then he was back to his conversation. You wanted more attention so you slipped down your hand caressing his thigh. Your eyes were fixed on him, he was still talking to Marco but his answers got short and he clenched his jaw when your hand got closer to his crotch and you dug your nails in his thigh trough the material of his pants. You looked down and saw his bulge, you had to bit your lip to prevent a moan from escaping. He glanced at you again, giving you a warning look but he didn’t say anything he tried to concentrate on Marco. Seeing what effect you had on him you boldly slid your hand to his cock and gripped him trough his pants. He was almost fully hard so you started sliding your hand up and down on his shaft gripping him a little harder with every stroke until you could feel that he’s fully hard. You could see that now he had a hard time keeping up the conversation. Marco sensed that something is going on so he excused himself. „I’m gonna get a beer, you guys want something?” he asked but he was already leaving. After you both said ’no’ he already disappeared. „What do you think your doing?” Alex asked angrily. „What do you want me to do, daddy?” You asked innocently giving his cock a squeeze. Alex hissed as if in pain and brought his hand to the back of your head bringing your face closer to his. „You can’t do this baby, not now.” he firmly said but you could see that he is enjoying it as much as you do. „Do what?” You asked with another innocent look squeezing him again. „Shit… fucking bad girl.” Alex moaned. „Don’t make me take you home and punish you!” You were ready to gave him another cheeky answer when Jordan interrupted you. „Hey guys we’re ready to go to the club, I hope you are coming too.” „Yeah sure, you guys go ahead.” Alex said and glanced at you before looking at Jordan. „We have some stuff to do.”„Oh- okay” Jordan said awkwardly before turning around and leaving. „Bathroom. Now!” Alex growled in your ear and got up from his chair. You bit your lip and smiled to yourself before following him. You walked in after him and closed the door. Thank god it was a fancy restaurant and the bathroom was large and clean. You turned towards Alex and expected him to attack you as soon as you entered but instead he slowly walked towards you and stopped inches away from you. He licked his lips before slowly kissing you. You moaned in his mouth and bit his full lips that was al he needed to grab your hair and turn you around before pushing you up against the door. He hiked up your dress and tossed down your wet panties exposing your ass to him. He slowly slid a his index finger between your folds before circling at your entrance. You moaned and pushed back on his finger, but he was quick to take it away and slap your ass. „My bad girl. You think you deserve my fingers?” he asked and kept teasing your entrance, pushing in only the tip. „Alex… please.” You whined. „I need it!” „I know what you need, baby” he chuckled and you heard him unzip his pants. He slowly circled the tip of his cock at your entrance before slowly pushing in making you both moan. You could already feel your walls tightening around him. Alex slowly started pumping himself almost making you come. „Are you already going to cum?” ha asked, his hot breath and low voice sending shivers trough you. „Mh-hmm" you moaned. „Fuck" he cursed. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive, baby.”„Please, daddy, fuck me harder.” You begged knowing that all you needed was him to slam into you. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.” He said smirking. „I don’t want you to stop… just please, I need to you fuck me harder" you whined. Alex gave in to your needy voice and started really fucking into you making you see stars and cum twice right before he came with a loud growl.

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convenientalias · 6 years

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Hiya :) I'd love to read Jingim + bleeding through the bandages or Mei Lin + traumatic touch aversion! (That sounds a bit enthusiastic... I'm not a sadist, really!)

I don’t think I’ve ever written a Jingim fic and that’s honestly kind of sad so I had to do it. This is a fic I wrote in a notebook in a hotel room! It’s kind of rough.

Cross-posted to AO3 here. Thanks for the prompt!

(Written for @badthingshappenbingo)

Itwasn’t often the Khan’s three “sons” came together into a single room (withoutthe presence of Kublai himself, at least). Jingim, for one, was not entirelyfriendly with Byamba and Amhad still. Lately he was making more of an effort toget along, but he couldn’t put himself on their level entirely—not on the levelof an adopted son or a bastard, not when he was Kublai’s heir and still had somuch to prove. Besides, the three werealways too busy to sit around chatting. Nevertheless, in recent times, with allthe trouble that had been going around, they were working to put aside theirdifferences and present a unified front. For this reason they did occasionallymeet to discuss current events. And tonight was one of those rare occasions.Ahmad said they had something to discuss.

Ofcourse, whether this could be called a “room” was another question. They hadagreed to meet in the stables at night and go riding together, so they couldtalk where there were no listening ears, privacy always being dubious inKhanbalig. Jingim had, frustratingly, arrived early and therefore first. Ahmadhad made the meeting sound urgent, but neither he nor Byamba were here yet. Ithad already been a long several minutes, and Jingim was getting impatient.

Hehad spent the time currying his horse. Usually a servant did it for him—he hadno time for menial labor and trifling matters. But it was relaxing, and hishorse seemed to appreciate it. As he brushed, he gently patted its neck.Probably, he thought to himself, this would be the best company he’d gettonight. Inevitably he and his brothers would end up arguing. He would be ableto hold his own, but he did not look forward to it.

Thesound of the creaky stable door opening had him turning around, an accusationof tardiness already on his lips. It died in the first syllable when he saw whoit was, not Byamba or Ahmad, but a stranger. A man in dark clothing with clothover his face. Jingim didn’t recognize the man but he did recognize theuniform.

“Hashs—”

Aknife came hurtling his direction, on course to skewer his throat. He dodged,and the assassin was on him. He blocked another knife strike but caught a kneeto the sternum. The man was quick. Jingim dodged another blow and tried tocatch his breath. Getting some distance between himself and his attacker, hedrew his sword. He hadn’t expected trouble tonight, but he carried it with himeverywhere. These days, you never knew.

Heheld it steadily in front of him. “Who sent you?”

Ofcourse the assassin didn’t answer. He tucked the knife away silently and drewout, instead, a length of cloth.

Jingimnarrowed his eyes. It felt off. But enough hesitation. He lunged forward. Thesword nearly pierced the assassin’s chest, but at the last second, the clothtwisted and tangled around it and the sword flew out of Jingim’s grasp and downto the floor. Before he could step away the assassin stabbed him in the gut, asharp slice that sank deep before Jingim jumped back.

Hepressed down on the wound, hard. The assassin sheathed his knife and regardedhim coolly.

“Youmad bastard,” Jingim gasped. “You think you’re untouchable?”

Theassassin cocked his head.

“Ihave seen your kind die. I have seen them scream and beg. You are not as strongas you think.”

Hecast around with one hand for the hilt of his sword, now buried in cloth andstraw, while holding his guts in with the other. The assassin touched a hand tohis chest—a brief, maybe wry, salute—and walked out. Jingim heard the dooragain creak closed.

Soeither he hadn’t been sent to kill Jingim but merely to wound him or he thoughtJingim was as good as dead already and didn’t like to kick a dog who wasalready down. The latter was more likely. The straw below Jingim was alreadypuddling with blood. Jingim cursed and ripped some cloth off the bottom of hisrobe, which he wrapped around the wound, around his waist. And he tried tothink of what to do next.

Thestables were not very near his room. They were near Byamba’s, but Byamba andAhmad were the only ones who knew Jingim would be here tonight, and for somereason they still weren’t here, even though it was long past time. He had tooperate under the assumption that this treachery had been planned by one ofthem, distasteful as the thought was.

Whichleft Jingim making a decision he bitterly resented—instead of going to the roomof someone he at least wanted to trust for aid, he headed to the livingquarters of someone he was fairly certain he couldn’t, but who at least was tooinept to plot something of this kind.

TheLatin. Marco Polo.

Hispride would be hurt, but his body was in a worse state, and it was more importantto his survival. The stab wound was still leaking despite his makeshiftbandages. Funnily enough the robe was already red, but the blood was making itdarken. He pressed down as he walked. His hands were sticky, and along with theecho of his footsteps, he could hear a tell-tale dripping, regular and almostpatient. Every step was jarring.

Step,drip, step, drip, step, drip. Drip drip drip.

Hepressed harder.

Whenhe reached Polo’s door, he spared a hand to knock. Hard. Still, a torturousmoment passed before Polo answered. Their eyes met before Polo’s eyes droppeddown to Jingim’s torso. He gaped.

“Thereare more Hashshashin in our city,” Jingim said. He pushed in past Polo, who wasstill frozen in the doorway. “I need cloth and you should alert the guard.Probably a doctor as well.”

“PrinceJingim…”

“Now,Latin,” Jingim said. “You wouldn’t want me dying on your doorstep. My fathermight be fond of you but that’s not something he would overlook.”

Hesank down on Polo’s narrow bed, listening to him scramble. After what seemedlike forever the cloth arrived. Polo hovered as Jingim wrapped it on top of theold bandage, now already soaked and doing a poor job of staunching the wound.Jingim glared at him.

“Isaid to fetch the guard.”

“Yousaid to keep you from dying,” Polo said. “Please, my prince, let me help.”

“Adoctor would be more useful. Now, go.”

Byambaand Ahmad had good excuses for their absence. The same excuse, actually. Bothclaimed to have received a letter in Jingim’s handwriting, stamped with atleast a good facsimile of his seal, telling them the time of the meeting hadchanged to an hour later. The letters had been pushed under their doors—nomessenger could be identified. Ahmad could produce sucha letter. Byamba said hehad burned his for the sake of secrecy, and could produce only edges ofparchment from the ash of his lamp.

ThisJingim knew from the doctor, who brought both medicines and news. His motherhad brought updates as well. They were the only visitors he had received sofar. Both Byamba and Ahmad had requested an audience, and he had refused themboth. He would not refuse them forever, but until he could face them, hispossible murderers, without so much as flinching, he did not want to see theirfaces. He would not show them weakness.

Kublaihad not visited, nor had he sent any messages. Rumor had it he was angry. Ragewas good—concern, in person, might have been better, but Jingim knew betterthan to expect that. Besides, in person Kublai might well expressdisappointment that Jingim hadn’t been able to fend the assassin off, andJingim was already disappointed enough in himself.

SoJingim kept visitors away. Except for one. He summoned Marco Polo.

“Myfather says your investigation into the matter of the assassins turned upnothing, even after the voyage I sent you on. That you could come to noconclusion.”

Polobowed. “That is correct, my prince.”

He’dgotten into the habit of calling Jingim that. Jingim didn’t much like the habit—itwas familiar, and it gave the impression of loyalty that Polo probably didn’thave. It made Jingim want to trust him when he knew he couldn’t. Even thesewords could well be lies—Polo would lie if Kublai asked him to. That was only right,to obey the Khan, but it would have been nice if someone would give Jingim thetruth, a straightforward answer, for once in his life.

Hesighed. “Well, here is another lead for you. I expect you will follow itthoroughly.”

“Yes,my prince.” Polo bowed again. At least he was respectful. “I hope you are doingbetter.”

“I’mnot doing any worse. That would be difficult.” Jingim snorted. “The doctor saidit was good he got to me when he did. You may yet earn my trust.” At least insmall things, and efficiency. “Impress me.”

Onefinal bow. “I’ll do my best.”

Withthat, Polo was dismissed, and Jingim sighed. There. It was out of his hands—Kublaiwanted him to stay out of it, so he would, even if it was his own assassinationas well as Kublai’s. He knew the value of patience. Soon he would be back incourt, and he would have a scar but would pretend that the attempt had donenothing to shake him. Maybe it would fool Byamba and Ahmad or whoever elsemight have tried to kill him. Probably it wouldn’t be enough to scare theculprit off. But there was nothing else Jingim could do. For now he would haveto rest.

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my-emotional-self · 6 years

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Desired Hearts Part 5 (Alex x OC / Bill x OC)

Pairings: Alex Hogh x OC / Bill Skarsgard x OC

Warnings: Mild Angst, Drinking, Sexual Tension

Summary: After getting the job of your life, you move to Dublin to work on the set of Vikings. You told yourself you were going to remain single after the emotional abuse your ex-boyfriend put your through. But what happens when you meet not one, but two guys who wiggle their way into your life? Will you let either one of them get close enough to you to change your mind about being single?

The rest of the weekend was spent in solitude, moping around your house. It was unhealthy, this you knew but at the time, it was what you needed. It seemed like after Alex and Marco brought up the subject of ex’s, you couldn’t get Shane out of your head; everywhere you looked there was something that reminded you of him.

Naturally Shane kept texting you throughout the weekend too, and as much as you wanted to block him, you didn’t. You loved him, but he was abusive emotionally and you needed to be stronger than that.

Monday rolled around and you were rather excited to get back to work, to get some fresh air and talk to people. It was a bit chilly out so you threw on a white tank top and a black cardigan over it. Picking out your favorite pair of skinny jeans you paired it with a pair of black flats before doing your make-up in a more neutral tone.

As you headed out of the bathroom you heard your phone chime, alerting you to a message.

Alex: Are you ready? ;)

You smiled at his text before replying with a quick ‘I’ll be right down’. Grabbing your purse, you locked up your apartment and headed down to meet Alex. As you got off the elevator you saw him waiting for you in the lobby; a smile coming onto his face as he saw you.

“Good morning Effie,” he cheered brightly.

“Good morning to you too Alex,” you replied before heading out the doors and to a waiting car. It was nice to know that the company sent carpool cars out to get to and from to work; saving you lots of money on taxi fees.

The car ride was silent at first as you admired the beautiful scenery. Ireland was such a beautiful place with all the lush greenery; it was nothing like where you lived your entire life. You rolled the window down just a little bit, inhaling the fresh air, smiling to yourself.

You felt a poke on your leg and you whipped your head around, seeing Alex smile at you. You smiled back, soon finding yourself getting lost in his blue eyes. You had never seen eyes as blue as his before and your mind began to swim around in his orbs.

Alex leaned over closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he spoke quietly, a frown quickly appearing on his lips. Confusion swept over you, furrowing your brows and cocking your head to the side.

“Alex, what could you possibly be sorry for,” you asked in wonder. Even though you had only known Alex for a short week or two, he was, without a doubt one of the sweetest guys you had ever encountered. He made you feel welcomed, like part of the Vikings family right away.

“For Saturday. It seemed like when Marco and I started to talk about our ex’s, you got quiet. Clammed up even. I wanted to apologize if we made you feel uncomfortable in anyway”

The genuine tone in his voice made your heart melt. He was truly and honestly sorry for bringing up a subject that made you uncomfortable to talk about. You had never seen someone be so sincere and authentic before. Most people were treated like garbage where you came from.

You smiled brightly at him, wiping away a stray tear. “Thank you Alex, so much. That means a lot to me. It’s just a sensitive subject to talk about is all.”

“Well I’m here for you whenever you want to talk alright?”

You nodded as he put his arm around you to pull you in for a side hug. He was warm, his arms strong as you nuzzled into his side. The rest of the car ride you sat that way; Alex’s arm draped around your back as you snuggled into his warmth.

~~~

“Gustaf! How have you been?” you ask him as you sit down for lunch. Sauce drops from his mouth and into his long beard; the two of you giggling together as he wiped away the sauce with a napkin.

“I’m doing great Effie. I just found out my younger brother Bill has some time between projects so he is coming to stay with me for a little while,” he replied.

“That’s wonderful news Gustaf! With how many siblings you have, I bet you miss them terribly.”

His eyes widened and he shook his head hastily; pausing before he broke out into laughter. “While they were a pain in my ass most of the time when we were younger, I do miss them. It will be good to have my brother around.”

You took a bite of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, washing it down with some cold water. “I can’t wait to meet him!”

~~~

The rest of the week flew by quickly. You and Alex had spent countless hours together in your hair and makeup trailer throughout the long work week, but you enjoyed every minute of it. He seemed to understand almost immediately what kind of mood you were in; as if he was psychic, in tune with you. Alex was hilarious, always making you laugh to the point of tears and it was a breath of fresh air being around him.

“A bunch of us are going to a club tomorrow night,” Alex said as you started to undo his braided hair. “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, on a date.”

Your eyes snapped to his in the mirror; your breathing coming in short bursts as you felt your heart rapidly beating in your chest. ‘This can’t be happening’ your mind screamed over and over. It was one thing to even think Alex would be interested enough in you to ask you on a date, but now was not the right time. You needed time to heal from your last relationship; you didn’t know if you were capable of getting emotionally attached to someone yet.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice faltering a bit. “I-I just….I don’t think…” you tried to say but the words weren’t coming to you. Alex was so sweet, and one of the most handsome men you had ever met, but you weren’t ready.

Alex sensed your hesitation and he quickly got up from the chair, turning to face you. “Effie it’s alright. I didn’t mean to make this situation uneasy. I’ve just had a great time getting to know you over the last two weeks.”

Shaking your head you grabbed his hands in yours. “Alex it’s not that, really. You are so amazing and sweet and funny. Any girl would be lucky to have you,” you spoke softly. “I’m just not ready for a relationship just yet is all. My last relationship wasn’t the greatest and I just don’t think I’m ready to commit emotionally to a relationship is.”

Alex blew out the breath he was holding. “And here I thought you were going to tell me you didn’t like me.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment.

“It’s nothing like that, I promise. Maybe….maybe ask me again at a later time?” Alex smiled at you before turning around and heading towards the door. “Alex?” you called after him. He stilled before turning his head to face you. “I’d still love to go to the club with you guys tomorrow.”

Alex’s smile became wide, a hint of gleefulness in those bright blue eyes of his. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8.”

~~~

The club was loud but the atmosphere was fun. You were drinking and dancing the night away with much of the cast; Alex, Marco, Katheryn, Alexander, Georgia and a few other crew members. It felt fantastic to finally let loose.

“Are you having fun?” Gee yelled from across the table; the bass thrumming through your bones.

“I’m having a blast,” you yelled back, raising your glass in the air.

You were soon being pulled onto the dance floor by Alex. You weren’t usually one to go clubbing back at home as you preferred a more quiet evening, but the alcohol was giving you some liquid encouragement. The DJ was playing great music and you quickly found your rhythm. Alex was dancing in front of you and you couldn’t help but admire how great of a dancer he was.

The DJ switched songs and you soon found yourself turning around; your back to Alex’s chest as you started to gyrate your hips slowly. Alex placed his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him as the two of you danced in sync to the beat. Reaching your hand up, you cupped it around his neck; Alex breathing rapidly in your ear.

His hands on your body felt like he was lighting a fire deep within you. The alcohol mixed with the close proximity of Alex made your heart flutter. You realized one thing and one thing only; you wanted him.

Turning around you peered up at him through your long lashes. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips before you leaned in slowly. Alex’s hands grasped your hips tighter and you soon felt just how badly he wanted you too; his erection poking into your stomach. You leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. As you pulled away you saw him grin.

“I thought you weren’t ready for a relationship,” he practically growled into your ear; his breath tickling your skin sending shivers down your spine.

You bit your lower lip, feeling rather seductive in the moment. Leaning up to his ear, you replied back, “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.” Once the words were out of your mouth you felt his cock harden yet again. “And from the feel of things Alex, I think you want this too!”

Alex’s smile turned into one very sexy grin. With his erection poking against you all you could think about was wrapping your mouth around it, sucking and licking his cock. “Then how about we get out of here?”

Alex paid for your drinks and the two of you said your good byes to the rest of the cast and crew. You two stood outside of the club, waiting for a taxi; Alex’s hand on your lower back the entire time. His hand crept up the back of your loose tank top as his thumb traced circles along your back.

You felt his hands pull your hair away from your neck as he started teasing you with kisses. You moaned at his feather light kisses. The desire fueling throughout your body was nothing you had ever felt before and you couldn’t wait to get him back to your apartment.

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bellarke + she loves me (the musical) please! you're awesome for doing this

The problem with knowing that Bellamy is her internet penpal is that now, Clarke has to live with it.

On one level, it wasn’t actually surprising; if she’d thought about it, she would have known Bellamy and August had a lot in common, the same general age, one younger sister, parents out of the picture, intelligent with dry, somewhat dark senses of humor. But there are thousands of people like that in the world. She can’t be blamed for not thinking there might actually only be one of them.

Monty is the one who found out, in that Monty was the person she brought for backup because, in general, it’s dangerous to meet strangers from the internet, especially when you have exchanged almost no demographic information. August could have been almost anyone, and while Clarke definitely wanted to meet him, she also didn’t want to get stabbed.

So Monty went in first, told Clarke it was her hot coworker she definitely didn’t have a thing for, and left.

And then Clarke went in, trying to figure out what to say, and ended up in an argument with him, because that’s how they roll, and never at any point did she say, “I’m Aeris,” and he never asked, because of course it wouldn’t be her.

He emailed this morning and she still hasn’t looked at it. What’s she supposed to say, after all? He’s going to ask why she wasn’t there, except that she was, and they talked, and he doesn’t know any of that.

She puts her head down on the counter, groaning, but she only manages it for about ten seconds before there’s a sound next to her, and she looks up to see a cup from her favorite coffee shop, and Bellamy behind it.

“Hey, sorry I was a dick last night,” he says, with a small smile. “You didn’t deserve that.”

Her stomach drops, guilt flooding her system. In some sense, it’s true, but the whole thing is kind of her fault. She’s the one who stood him up, and just because he doesn’t know it was her doesn’t mean she didn’t deserve the brunt of his irritation.

“You’re fine,” she says. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“Still.”

“Thanks for the coffee.” She takes a sip, can’t help asking, “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?”

“You look kind of tired.”

It’s not actually a lie, and he must know it, because his face screws up with displeasure. “Thanks.”

“Sorry for expressing concern.”

“It was a shitty night.” He leans on the counter next to her, and Clarke takes a sip of the coffee, not letting herself look at him. He’s always been attractive, obviously, and while she hasn’t always liked him, precisely, she has always been drawn to him, on some level. He’s interesting. “Did you ever hear about my girlfriend who lives in Canada?” he asks, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Your girlfriend who lives in Canada?”

“That’s what Miller calls her.” He sighs. “It’s just–she’s this girl I know online. She moved to town a few months ago, and we finally decided to meet up last night. She didn’t show, so–I was in a shitty mood, and I took it out on you.”

“She didn’t show?” Clarke finds herself asking.

“No. I guess I don’t blame her.”

“Yeah? Why not?”

“I’m a strange guy she met on the internet. If she was my sister, I would have told her to never meet up with me. Especially since she doesn’t really know anything about me. I could have told her my name, linked her to my Facebook. But I didn’t.”

“Just because you’re not blaming her it doesn’t mean you have to blame yourself,” Clarke tells him. “If she didn’t ask–”

“Yeah.” He straightens up, running his hand through his hair. “Anyway, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to unload on you. Just–sorry I was a dick last night.”

“You’re a dick all the time,” she says, nudging his shoulder, hoping to regain some equilibrium, get back to something like their usual dynamic. “Seriously, Bellamy. I appreciate it, but you’re the one who had a bad night, you don’t have to try to make me feel better. I’m fine.”

“Taking care of other people is how I make myself feel better.”

“Yeah? So what do you do if there’s no one around to take care of?” He frowns, and she takes another sip of coffee. “Would you have bought yourself coffee, or just felt shitty?”

“Hot chocolate and still felt shitty,” he says, with a wry smile. “I have a sweet tooth.”

“Really?”

“When I’m in a bad mood, yeah.”

She lets herself reach over and squeeze his shoulder, just a quick touch. “I’m really sorry about your girlfriend who lives in Canada. She was probably just nervous. Or didn’t know what to say.”

“Yeah, I get that. It’s not like I don’t–I was nervous all fucking day yesterday.”

“Now that you mention it, I noticed,” she teases.

“Thanks, that makes me feel so much better.” He clears his throat. “We should probably get moving, get the store open, right?”

“Yeah, sounds right. I’m sure she’ll get in touch soon,” she adds, and at least she really is sure. “Maybe she saw how hot you are and got intimidated.”

He snorts. “Yeah, that must be it.”

On her lunch break, she finally reads her email. The message from August is about what she expected, a charitable interpretation of her blowing him off, a couple suggestions of why she might not have showed up.

I got cold feet, I’m sorry, she writes, and then erases it and replaces it with, Had to work late, didn’t have your cellphone. She stares at it for another minute and then finally settles on, I just couldn’t. I’m so sorry.

Then she buys Bellamy a hot chocolate and a brownie and goes back to work.

The next few days are more than a little surreal. Bellamy has, not unreasonably, decided she’s a sympathetic audience for his concerns about his internet friend, which puts her in the unfortunate position of trying to talk him through how best to deal with his crush on her.

It really shouldn’t be hard, either. After all, not only is she in a uniquely excellent position to tell Bellamy exactly how Aeris feels about him, the fact is that she returns his feelings. Before she’d known August was Bellamy, she’d already liked both of them in their own ways, and their being the same person is the best news she’s had in years.

Except, of course, that she knows about it and he doesn’t.

“You could just tell him,” says Monty. “And, honestly, you really should. Like, I get not doing it at first, but the longer you go, the more awkward it’s going to be. Just–tell him you panicked, you didn’t know what to say, but you like him and you want to make out.”

“What if he doesn’t want to make out with me?” She’d like to say the question hasn’t been bothering her, but, honestly, that’s total bullshit. She’s been thinking about it basically non-stop.

“He definitely does. Like, I would be money on that. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be just as good news for him as it was for you, okay? You’re a great outcome here.”

“Except I’ve been lying to him.”

“Panicking,” Monty corrects. “Definitely lean hard into that. You’re panicking.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“It should. Look, you’re not some supervillain sitting on your ice throne plotting ways to make his life miserable. You’re just–as confused as he is. So figure out how to tell him and tell him. Because it sounds like this could be really good.”

Clarke puts her head on his shoulder. “You think I’d have an ice throne?”

Monty laughs. “Yeah. It would be fucking badass.”

If you’re willing, I want to try the whole meeting up thing again, she emails August two days later. I promise I’ll show this time.

As she hoped he would, Bellamy tells her about it at work the next day.

“You’re going to give her another chance?”

“I’m pretty sure I’d regret it if I didn’t.”

“What if she bails on you again?”

“Then I’ll give up on her, I guess. I can take a hint.”

Clarke leans on the counter, watching him restock. “How did you two meet?”

“Book forum,” he says. “I know I’m a nerd, you don’t have to tell me. I don’t know why I didn’t just give her my name. I’ve always gone by August online, ever since I was a kid. I like Roman emperors, I thought it sounded cool. And every time I think about telling her something about myself, I second-guess it.”

“So you’re just going to find out everything at once?”

“I always just jump right into the deep end of the pool too.”

She worries her lip. “Can I walk you over?”

“To meet her?”

“Yeah. So you’ve got someone around if she doesn’t show up again.”

His smile goes warm, and Clarke goes all fuzzy inside. He’s so close to being hers, somehow. She just has to nail the landing. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Then, yeah. You’re welcome.”

She gets changed after they close, as she usually does, and Bellamy does something of a double-take when he sees her.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in that top before,” he says, when she cocks her head.

“You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s nice. Very blue.”

“As opposed to all my other slightly blue tops.”

“I’m nervous, shut up.” He holds the door open for her. “Terra is wearing blue.”

“It’s a good color. So, where are you guys meeting?”

“Marco’s, just a few blocks away. You don’t have to come far.”

“How else are you going to know it’s her? Or do you just have to talk to every girl there in a blue top?”

“She’s going to have a copy of the first book we talked about.”

“Which is?”

“Arcadia.”

“The Stoppard play?”

“Yeah.”

“Anything else?”

“How much do you think she needs?”

“Just trying to figure it out.”

“She said she’d have the book and a flower on the table. Aeris is a flower girl from a video game, so it’s thematic, I guess.”

“But you don’t have any Roman emperor stuff?”

“I’m supposed to find her.”

They’re at Marco’s, so Clarke makes herself exhale. “Find her with this book,” she says, pulling her copy out of her bag, “and this flower, right?”

He stares at her, jaw agape. “Clarke,” he starts, but she doesn’t let him go on.

“I saw you and I didn’t know what to do,” she admits in a rush. “I sent Monty in first and he told me you were there and–fuck, I’m sorry. I was trying to figure out what to say and it was so much easier to pick a fight because I thought you’d be disappointed and–”

He cups her face and leans in to kiss her, and the relief of it is so profound it feels like a living thing.

“So you just let me complain to you about you for a week?” he asks, but he’s smiling.

“You started it.”

“I did.” She can see him swallow. “I saw you come in and I really thought it was you for a second. And then I told myself it wasn’t and I was being an idiot and I picked a fight with you.”

She laughs. “That’s one way to deal with that situation, yeah.”

“Like you did any better.”

“I didn’t.” She twines her fingers in his hair, tugging him back in to kiss him again. “I’m really glad it was you. I’m sorry I didn’t just–I couldn’t figure out what to say.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” he says. “And I’m really glad there’s only one of you.”

“Me too.” She leans in for one more kiss. “So, are you ready to finally get dinner with me?”

He laughs, bumps his nose against hers. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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