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My Alpha Ch. 2

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As the week passed, you’d began texting Declan without your father being any wiser. He’d been out of town for a few days on business, but when he returned, you were in for a brute of trouble. “Y/N!” he yelled from the dining room as you came home from work one evening. “Hey dad!” you smiled softly, “I didn’t realize you were home yet, how was your trip?” you asked, coming over and giving him a peck on the cheek. “What in the hell was that new Alpha doing here the other day?” he growled. You blinked and reached over to the desk against the wall where your father had always kept all his important papers and such. “He wanted to drop off his phone number for you, and wanted to offer that if you needed anything to reach out to him.” you said quietly as you handed him the card. “Did you invite him in?” he glared, snatching the card from your hands. “No, of course not. I was here alone, I…I know not to do that…” you whispered looking down. 

Your father sighed and leaned back in his chair, “I think you’ll find that he’s trouble, I don't want you alone with him do you understand me?” you looked at him and nodded. “Yes sir, I understand.” you spoke in a quiet voice, afraid that if you spoke any louder, he would back hand you. “Get upstairs and undress, I’ll be there in a moment.” he said looking back at the card. 

You stood there for a second, chewing on your lip. “Do you have to do an inspection? I hav-,” the hand that struck your cheek was quick, the force knocked you back a bit. “I said. Get upstairs, and undress. I didn’t ask you to fucking speak!” he roared. “YOU DO WHAT YOUR ALPHA TELLS YOU TO DO!” Your lip quivered as you looked away, your whole body shaking. You felt his breathing, hot with the stench of whiskey embedded in it, running down your neck as he stood closer to you, his lips close to your ear, “What do you say when your Alpha gives you an order?” he growled. “Y-Y-Yes Alpha,” you whimpered, trying not to cry. “Now, be a good little Omega and do as your alpha tells you. Get upstairs, strip down and wait.” he growled. You nodded as you swallowed thickly, trying to keep your tears from running down your cheeks. “Yes Alpha.” you whispered and turned rushing upstairs. 

You had mere minutes before he would be there, so you quickly sent Declan a text. ‘FYI, I have to delete our texts constantly, so, if you text, and I read it but don’t respond, it’s because I deleted it before I had the chance to text back. Do not reply to this, I will text you later tonight.’

You sent the message, noticing it had been read, and quickly deleted the conversation before laying your phone on the counter. You stripped down from your work uniform, tossing the dirty clothes into the hamper in the bathroom and stood in just your bra and panties. You turned on the shower, and took your place, standing with your back to the door, watching the steam from the hot water begin to rise in the small bathroom. 

The door opened behind you, and hit the wall as it swung. You didn’t move a muscle, knowing that if you did, it could be so much worse. “Underwear and Bra need to come off as well.” he spoke with venom etched in his voice. He’d never made you remove your bra and panties before. You turned your head to glance over your shoulder at him, your brows furrowed with confusion. “But I-,” “Did I ask you to speak?” he interrupted you. “Do you need a refresher in how this all works? You're the omega, when your alpha speaks, gives you a command, asks you a question…you don’t question him. You DO AS YOUR FUCKING TOLD!” he grabbed you by the arms, and threw you out into the hallway. 

As you fell against the banister, you cried out in pain. Before you were able to get up, he straddled your waist, and grabbed the front of your bra ripping it from your body as you struggled against him. “Hold still you little bitch,” he growled, reaching for your panties as you slapped at him, “Get off me! Please stop!” you cried. He got a hand on them, and twisted, the material ripping on your left hip, but not the right. “Hold still!” he yelled as you cried and struggled. 

The doorbell ringing stopped him in his tracks, you were able to crawl away as he stood up and looked down at you. “I find one mark on you from another, I’ll break every bone in that little body of yours.” he glared with a snarl before he straightened his clothes and walked downstairs to the front door. When he opened it, he froze for a split second. 

Declan stood there, he had a good 5-7 inches on the older alpha, and was doubled his size. “Good Evening,” Declan smiled and nodded his head. “Mr. Harp, what are you doing here?” Your father called out, a little louder than normal, which meant he wanted you to hear who was at the door. You heard your father open the door wider and allowed Declan inside. “Well, I wanted to stop by because I tried to catch you a few days ago and you weren’t home. I’d left word with your daughter but I never heard from you.” He said as he entered the house. Arthur, your father, nodded and walked toward the living room, which was opposite of the stairway and banister in the upper hallway. 

“Girl is more brain dead than a vegetable, what can I do for you Declan?” Arthur put his hands in his pockets and stood tall, watching as Declan nodded and smiled some, “Well I went down to the lumber yard and had filled out an application, but since I don’t know very many people here, I was wondering if you could help me find a job and if it’s alright, possibly use you as a reference?” he asked as the older man had to hold in a laugh. “Tell you what, Declan, why don’t you come work for me? I own the construction company on the southend of town and while it’s hard work, it’s also honest work. Why don't you have a seat, I’ll go in the kitchen and grab us a couple beers,'' Arthur told him as he walked off to the kitchen. 

Declan glanced around, looking for any sign of you, he could smell the distraught and fear that coated your scent. Glancing to see the kitchen door closed, Declan stepped out of the living room and into the foyer to see you leaning against the banister, an arm covering your chest as tears silently fell down your face. Your eyes were closed, lips quivering, as you shook slightly.

You caught the smell of the forest, a woodsy pine, like fresh dew in the early morning, mixed with oak. A splash of rain intertwined with dawn, and warm cinnamon mixed with pinecones that littered the forest ground. Your eyes opened to see Declan staring up at you, eyes wide and his nostrils flared. You held your arms to yourself as you bit your lip, “I was never here. You saw nothing.” you mouthed to him before moving back into the bathroom, pressing yourself against the tub behind the door you buried your head down in your arms as your heart raced. 

Declan stood there, his widened eyes became narrow as he turned his attention back to the kitchen door, he could hear Arthur shuffling around. “Hey Arthur, I gotta get going. Why don’t I come by for that beer some other time?” Declan called out, glancing back up toward the spot you were sitting last. “Oh alright, well, if you need anything, give me a holler Declan.” Arthur said coming out of the kitchen. 

Declan was standing by the front door, acting as if nothing had been seen or heard and nodded. “Absolutely Arthur, thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Just text me the time to show up and I'll be there.” he shook his hand and walked out the door as Arthur chuckled. “You got it,bye now.” he closed the front door and turned glaring back toward the stairs. He moved swiftly through the house, taking the stairs two at a time to  find you curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor shaking like a leaf. “Take a shower, I’ll start on dinner.” he grabbed the door and pulled it shut, sighing to himself. Sometimes he forgot you didn’t know; and Arthur wasn’t about to let anything jeopardize what he had worked so hard to get in the first place. 

You came downstairs about 20 minutes later, dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants, a long sleeved shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks. Arthur smiled at you, sliding a drink to you at the island and looked at you. “You understand why I do the things I do right?” he asked as you sat down and sipped your cup of tea. “I guess…” you mumbled, staring down at the counter. Arthur sighed, “I don’t trust other alphas around you, you’re my little girl, I’d die if something happened to you. I love you too much, I’ve worked too hard to protect you,” he pulled you into his arms, sniffing your hair as he kissed your head. 

You sighed and hugged his waist, wishing more than anything it would stop. You looked at him after a few minutes. “Hey dad, are you going to let Declan come work for you?” you asked as he smiled. “Of course, he’s a pack member, packs take care of each other. Now you go sit and I’ll finish up dinner.” he kissed your forehead before releasing you.

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I wasn't expecting to be called out on a Friday night like this.....yikes,

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A Girl Walks Into A Bar 16

Characters: Declan Harp x Bella Fiore (OFC)

Summary: Modern Declan harp AU. Bella and Declan spend the morning after getting to know each other better. In bed.

Contains/ TW: FLUFF. SEX.

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Unlike times before when Bella had woken up in a bed that wasn’t hers, she didn’t have to think about where she was or who she was with. She most certainly knew. She quickly killed the flux of panic that instinctually rose as she opens her eyes and comes to. Instead of wondering how to find her clothes in a dimly lit strangers room and how to try to do it without waking them, she only had to worry about needing to pee and leaving the comfort and warmth of Declan’s tan, space heater, demi sun god body that was wrapped around hers. When she first met him she wouldn’t have pegged him for a cuddler but she was quickly growing more fond of its practice than she’d wanted to admit.

They were in their usual entangled position but unlike times before they were both completely naked. The sun beams through the black curtain on his window, just barely dampening the light. She could hear the noises of the street, cars, and dogs barking, mumbled conversations as they passed by the bar on the sidewalk. With his room lit, she could see the aged and worn brick of the walls, the minimal approach he had to decorating if you could even call it that. A tomahawk on the wall, the same neon sign he must’ve turned off at some point, or perhaps it was on a timer. She takes a deep breath to kick start her brain, knowing the weight in her bladder needs seeing to. She was hungover just slightly, an ache in her body that wasn’t caused by him. The adjusting of her hips told her there was plenty of ache from the waist down to recall the night before fondly. Still wet between the legs, a simple shift makes her nose twitch as she’s aware of the physical need she still harbors for him. Looking at him in the golden light was doing no favors to make her want him any less.

She pushes away and it causes him to wake. With a roar of a yawn and a rub of his face, he looks over to her with one open eye as she sits on the edge of the bed, fluffing her wild, sex bed head hair and giving him a sleepy smirk.

He grunts and watches her body move and jiggle towards the bathroom door. He didn’t have to ask what she was doing, he was becoming quickly aware he had to do much the same. Catching her by surprise as he stands outside the door. She jumps and gives him a wrinkled nose of playful warning at his sneaky greeting. Still no words, none were needed, a kiss to her head before she found her clothes and put them in one spot and pulled on her dress to trot quickly down the stairs, scurrying back up just as fast with the overnight bag she’d very wisely packed. She wipes the remnants of the night before's makeup off as he walks through the door and sees her in her dress already.

“You...leaving already?” She could hear the hurt in his voice and she would be lying if it didn’t feel good in a manipulative way to hear it.

“No,” She shakes her head and throws the wipe away into a small wastebasket by his bed. She peels off the dress and moves back to the bed. “Just wanted to get my makeup off.” She says and yawns. “Had to get my bag. Didn’t know if anyone was downstairs so I put on clothes.” She explains and he slides in next to her.

Instead of words he pulls her into him and kisses her. Thanking her for staying with him. The kiss lingers, hands slow on each other’s bodies and lazily sucking away at their skin. “Mmph.” She lets out with a fully content sigh as she lays on her back and pushes her hair back, sleepy eyes focused on his soft expression. “Guess this makes it official huh?”

“What?” He asks with a lowered brow and moving to lean over her, a soft kiss to her lips.

“This.” She breathily exhales. “Us.” With her hands lightly scratching his shoulders as she smiles up at him, a hand gently pushing back his hair and gazing at the handsome face that looked as happy as she’d ever seen it.

“Mmm.” A happy noise of approval comes from his smiling lips. “Does it?” He kisses her softly again.

“Does to me.” She answers quietly as his lips move to her jaw.

“We’re official?” He asks rhetorically. “You’re mine now?” He innocently asks with a press of his lips to her ear.

She hadn’t expected the words to hit her so hard, to fill her chest up with warmth and butterflies but it did. “Yeah. Yours.” She gives a soft closed mouth smile only for herself as she was the only one to see it as he hummed and kisses her shoulder. “That feels weird to say.”

“Why’s that?” He asks with a nod of his head as he laid back and stretched, both hands scratching into his dark curly hair.

“It’s… been awhile.” She admits and sits up on her elbow looking over the parts of him that weren’t covered with the soft and worn grey plaid comforter. “I’ve been a loner of sorts for years and being...a duo, a partner to someone changes things.” She doesn’t sound sad about it but her face looks it as sleep still holds to her.

“You don’t have to change. I'd prefer it if you didn’t actually. Kinda like you.” He comforts her and keeps his dark sleepy eyes on her with her hair flipped over to one side and the sunlight gleaming off her shoulder.

“I like you too.” She grins and leans over him for a kiss. “A whole hell of a lot more than I ever intended to.” She adds with a playful jab and runs her hand down his chest. “I mean you’ve always been nice but...all this?” She quirks a brow and walks her fingers down his stomach.

He grins like a kid getting praised. Eyes closing as his cheeks rise. “Aw Bells.” He lets out and rubs his face with a chuckle.

“Really. I���m serious.” She insists. “So much of you and it's all good.” She lets out a sight giggle and kisses his chest. “Let me get a good look at you in the light this time.” She says moving to her knees and pulling the cover down his naked body slowly. She watches every dip and divot appear, all with a slight layer of fuzz at the least. “Declan, Declan, Declan.” She tsks and shakes her head, pouted lips in tease soon used against his collar bones. “You’ve been working out haven’t you?” She grins and meets his eyes, throwing her hands and knees on either side of him, kisses slowly going down his torso.

“Mmm.” A low pleasurably groan comes from him first. “Yeah.” He nods and reaches down to push back her hair to see her naughty smile she was giving him. He gets to see her thighs, soft against him and looming, her ass shifting and up in the air as she makes her way down his body with her mouth. His cock stirs at the attention, her chest a slow drag with her hard nipples and their decorative bars across his half-hard length.

“Look at you baby…” she whispers and plants single kisses down his almost lean stomach. “Gonna be hard to keep my hands off you.” She gives a genuine smile, the intentions were clear as her mouth pressed against the very base of his heavy cock where it lay thick and full, aroused but not hard.

A groan escapes the back of his throat as he watches her kneel and kiss her way down his hips to his thighs. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to look at her ass swaying in the air or her mouth and tongue aa she lightly christened the soft fur of his upper thighs. He’d never been treated so...well before. She treats him as if he’s a gift she’s opening, a kiss before every touch, nuzzling her way to him, Laying with wide parted legs and her between them.

She lets out a moan, her mouth watering at the sight of him before her, now twitching and bobbing and slowly becoming unsheathed she makes him squirm with playful kisses to his inner thighs, teasing by his balls. “I wanna taste you.” She whispers, hovering over his most sensitive parts as they react to every exhale against them. “Wanna feel this thick cock in my mouth…” she places one kiss as he swears, his fingers shifting and picking at the covers by his sides. “....in my throat.” She smirks and gives one long line of tongue from his head to his base and it causes his nose to twitch, and lip to snarl for a moment like an animal. “Can I show you how I like it, baby?” She looks into his eyes and gently kisses his growing length.

“Fuck yes you can.” He almost moans out to a slyly smiling Bella.

Without a word she takes him into her hands, a soft back and forth fondle to rouse him fully before light and loose strokes. “Such a nice cock Declan.” She coos up at a strung-out looking creature who is breathing had already picked up. “I’d ask if you could handle me again but….” she kneels again, a long lick to his balls as she gently stroked him. “....these heavy balls say you could fuck me all day and still want more.”

His toes twitch, a soft “Fuck.” Under his breath, as she starts the process. Bella’s mouth becomes well acquainted with the weighted set of balls between his thick thighs. One in her mouth, then two and tongue bathing him like a cat makes his feet twitch and legs bend and pull back at the contact. He’d never had this sort of attention paid to him. Her noises of enjoyment and shut eyes lead to him having a throbbing and leaking cock that demanded her attention next.

With a slow tease, relishing in small gasps and twitches she plants a simple kiss first. Slowly she kisses his exposed head with tongue, him panting at the sensitivity of the veined underside of his cock. Bit by bit she takes him into her mouth and sucks gently. Precum and saliva mix to make him glisten. She knows she can almost take him, but if she wanted a good face fucking she’d have to get used to him. The thought of more already had her drooling. Which actually helped in this instance.

She introduces the combo of her hands and mouth, working in a rhythmic tandem and making him give up and lay his head back on the pillow with a moan. “Good baby?” She asks with spit running down her lips, her hands still working him.

“Fuck Bella you...yes.” He rubs his face and nods.

She smiles with a sense of triumph. She transitions now and places her hands on the bed next to him. She takes him down deeper each time and hears him moan as he watches. Her eyes shut and lashes fanned, hair flipped to one side to give him a full view of her work as she took him down. She pushes until she can’t, her throat closing around him as he grunts at the feeling. Then she readies herself and does it again, and again until she’s gagging and shaking her head, then gasping as she slides him out. The look on his face was worth any discomfort.

“You don’t gotta..”

“Shhh.” She says, pouted lips to his head. “I like it.” She gives sloppy kisses up and down the side of his cock.

“You...like…? Fuuhhh-ck.” He whines and looks at her with enchanting dark eyes.

“Mmmm Hmmm.” She nods. “Use your hands.” she requests. “I like em in my hair, hold my head, I’m a big girl I can take it.” She grins before taking him down in a noisy wet slurp.

“Fuck Bella you’re… too much.” He chuckles out a breathy laugh.

She hums contently around him and he gives in, growing from gentle strokes of her wild loose curled hair to two of his big hands on either side of her head as she moaned around him in contentment. She loves the feeling of fullness he gave her like she could get lost in the act with him and let herself get overtaken by it. He was a bit shy in body language and words at first but the longer she moaned and insisted he could go harder the more vocal he became. Bella loved it when a man moaned. A deep rumble and whine that no one else got to hear. The panting and heavy breathing giving the feeling of her being in control of the pleasure despite his hands on her made her wet. She knew he was loving it and she was getting off on the deep, delicious sounds coming from his mouth.

He pistons his hips, ass tending to push into her mouth, hands holding back her hair, and watching her lips wrap around him, her dark lashes flitter as her eyes rolled every time he swore at her. “I’m gonna come if you-“

“Come.” She says in a single breath as she slips off and onto him seamlessly.

“You su-?” His voice cracks as his lower stomach twitches in preparation from her insistence.

“I said I wanted to taste you.” She gives a smirk as she sucks along the underside of his cock, hand working him as she speaks. “Come in my mouth Declan.” She moans with her tongue out and mouth wide open over his exposed head before taking him back down and forcing a moan out from deep within in.

“Fuck Bella….shit…” he whines as his hips give over to their natural called rhythm to do what he was made to. There had always been something about a woman insisting he come inside her that would make him want to do just that as soon as possible. His balls tense and he wants to tell her how good she is, how good it feels but the orgasm takes his ability to do so away. “Fuck baby...gonna-“ was hard enough to manage through the growing tension.

“Mmmm Hmmm.” She nods and keeps working him, faster still and every gulp and wet sex sound makes him release into the warmth of her mouth. She hears the first guttural moan. A low and forced grunt that turns almost sweet as it goes on and fades with each pulse of his cock against her lower lip. He sounded so lost in it, so masculine but not messy that her thighs tensed in reaction to the sounds. She moans and hums, giving him more enthusiasm for something so effortless from him than he deserved. He knew that, and soon after he was a few ounces lighter he felt those love hormones swimming around his brain and making her glow in his vision for being an angel for doing this with such vigor for him. He wanted to repay the favor.

She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue before a gentle kiss to his head. “So much for just having fucked last night.” She smirks and rises to her knees.

He moves fast and wraps his arms around her waist. Pushing her to her back and kissing her throat. “Fuck baby.” He exhales and hums against her skin. “You’re fuckin’- ung.” He grunts and takes a handful of her teardrop-shaped breast and begins kneading.

“I was hungry.” She lets out a playful laugh that makes his eyes shut and feel the vibration in her body from it. God that sounded nice.

“Wait-are you hungry?” A quick perk of his head up to look at her makes her laugh and shakes her head at him. What his earnest inquisitiveness failed to notice was the sparkling of her green eyes up at him for the endearing and deadly charming care he was trying to give her.

“No.” She gives him a soft smile. “Not what I meant you big…” She sighs and wrinkles her nose at him, her hand brushing his cheek and tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. “You’re being sweet. Stop it.” She smirks and deflects.

“I’m surprised I can form words at all after that.” He gives her a lazy smile and she rolls her eyes. “But maybe IM hungry now.”

“You want brunch?” She asks with a tilt of her head. He gives her the same laugh she’s just given him.

“Not what I meant.” He grins and begins kissing down her sternum and she snorts a small laugh at him.

“How about a shower first?” She asks while grabbing his face by both his tanned and freckled cheeks. “Then we have a snack before brunch?” She rises to pop up and kiss his lips.

“You are snack.” He snarls back and she groans.

“Why did I ever teach you that word?” She chuckles.

“Because I am painfully out of touch. Your words.”

“How about you get painfully touchy with me then?” She wiggles her eyebrows and now its his turn to roll his eyes. “I thought you wanted a shower?”

“I meant with you. Duh.” She shakes her head at him.

“Ah. Well, that I can do.” He grins proudly despite his smushed cheeks between her hands.

She watches him move to the doorway first, lust still apparent in her eyes as she watched his tall and broad body move. The muscles just under a layer of fat in all the right places to make him soft and not hard. Bella likes soft, she was herself.

“Comin’?” He asks after turning the water on.

“I mean I hope so.” She jokes and he gets to watch her feminine form move towards him, his hands already wanting to touch her again.

“Get in there you smart ass.” He gives her a slap to her cheek, a glorious loud sound with a rippling wobble following it. She grins and lets the water hit her neck and chest as it warms. A blanket of goosebumps wash over her body, her tits getting taut and hard. A tiny shiver following the blooming path. He stares for a moment at her, every part of her as soft and warm looking as the next. She was a landscape of rolling, round hills, and valleys. Strong shoulders set to equal width as her wide hips, Curbing outward and framing the valley of her thighs that was home to a delightfully full and soft mound the protruded past them. A soft fuzz of black hair covers her, full soft lips pressed together by the weight of her legs like they were puckering for a kiss. He wanted to oblige them.

“It’s warm.” She offers, standing to the side of the long installed shower-bath. She assumes he’s waiting for the water to be less fridged but he’d gotten distracted by finally being able to fulfill his fantasies of seeing her naked.

He doesn’t answer with words. He only slides in front and she scoots to the back as he pulls the curtain shut. With the hairband she keeps around her worst she pulls her hair up to keep it from getting too wet. After splashing and rubbing his face, not caring about the dampness of his hair, he turns to see her smirking and checking out his ass. “Getting a good show?” He jokes and helps her move back towards the water by holding her shoulders in the narrow tub space.

“I have no complaints.” She gives him a rather cheesy smile. She watches him stretch and moves to reach outside of the shower and grab a washcloth from the shelf. With focus on the task at hand, he grabs the soap out of the shower caddy hung under the head and looks down at her as he soaks everything in his hands.

“You get yourself wet and I'll do the rest.” He grins and leans down to kiss her with a playful peck.

“Done.” She laughs before turning and actually using her hands to rub down her body.

She feels his hand graze down her back and over the arch of her ass before making its way between her legs to look for proof. She hums happily and spreads her legs, bending forward slightly to welcome the touch. “You aren’t lying.” His voice takes a deeper turn that was less playful than before.

“I typically don’t.” She snarks back and wiggles her hips his way as his finger tease just inside her lips.

He grunts, wishing he could just bend her over and have his way in the moment but he wasn’t about to go at it without a condom on the second round. “Turn around. Let me get my hands on you.” With a rather amorous face, she smiles and watching his expressions shift as she lets his hands slide over her body, his breathing slow and deep as his large hands squeeze every soft bit of her. “At this point can I say I like your tattoos without it being gross?” He smiles and meets her eyes again, rubbing his fingers down her sternum where a dagger with a crystal heart in the hilt sat.

“Yes,” She nods and gives another soft smile. “You get to see all of them now. No one else has ya know.” She begins rubbing down her stomach past older nautical stars at her hips and down to he half-hidden filigree that decorated her mound.

“Really?” He says surprised, hands over her shoulders where her roses sat.

“Mmm hmm. I’ve been getting more the past few years and... well... I’ve not been with anyone so...” She gives a small shrug as her hands take soap from her body and begin to rub on his chest.

“Lucky me.” He says with a sweeter tone for the vulnerability and honesty she was giving him, leaning in to give her a kiss to her cheek before moving slowly to her lips. Their hands kept moving, spreading the slick suds as their kiss grew deeper. His hands slid over her arms, over the glowing lantern on the back of her arm and to her back where multiple others lay including a moth on her shoulder that paired with the lantern. “Turn around and let me see the rest.” He whispers into her mouth, hands never leaving her body. “That’s cute.” He chuckles, thumb rubbing into the heart on her ass.

“Yeah it is.” She chuckles.

“And this…” hands at her hips and running over a lipstick print under the heart.

“Fairly obvious.” She rolls her eyes and he leans in to kiss her neck near her hairline.

“Is it a target or a threat?” He smiles into the soft fluffy bun of hair.

“Mmm...for you? Both.” She laughs as he moves one hand between her legs to distract her as he sees the naked and bound woman, a female Baphomet on her back.

“This one isn’t cute though.” He coos at her.

“Mmm mmm.” She shakes her head no. “That one is most definitely my sexiest.”

“A horned demon bound in those strategic ropes...you projecting there at all?” He grins but she can’t see it, only hears it in his voice.

“Guess you’ll find out huh?”

He gives her a low hum and makes her muscle tense where he’s teasing between her legs.

“Yeah, you might need to brush up on your knots.”

“I already know plenty.” She can feel the cockiness in his voice as it croons her way.

“Ah. Are you a rigger?”

“A...What’d you call me?”

“Oh my god Declan!” She turns and slaps him in the chest before she leaves her mouth open and laughs, reaching back and giving his cheek a slap. “A RIGGER. You know, rope bunny’s and riggers?”

“I sadly do not.” She can tell she’s piqued his interest. “Whats that?” He nods a single time with his chin towards her to coax her.

“Rope bunnies like getting tied up. Riggers do the tying to put out it simply. There’s usually a power play with dominant and submissive to it.”

“And you’re a submissive?” He quirks an eyebrow at her.

“I’m a switch. A verse.” She shrugs with her explanation. “I like both roles.” She dumbs it down for him. “I would like to see you bound up.” Her hands squeeze his lean arms as she slides down them. “It’d look so good on this big body of yours.” He sees she means it in her eyes and how her chest sighs as she looks him over.

“I’ve never been tied up.” He admits and reaches back to cup her ass, giving it a slight massage.

“I’d love to be the first to do it.” She practically purrs up at him. “I’d love to make a mess of you, baby.” She wrinkles her nose in a cute bunny-like way to show her support. Her hands reaching down to fondle his balls and wrap around his length were even more convincing.

“I think you’re going about talking me into it the right way.” A breathy voice confesses as she bites her lip and continues using the soap to her advantage.

“Not too hard to talk you into sex.” She smirks. “Unlike this cock.” She begins a slow stroke of him with both hands up her stomach. She bites her lip and watches his face, eyes shutting as he slumps and lets out a soft breath. The bow of his upper lip captivates her as they open and close before his dark golden eyes flutter open and meet hers. He was almost always warm and inviting, especially towards her. But when he was in the moment with her, pleasure clear on his face with the softness to his heavy brow and defined pink lips he was truly gorgeous. He caught her off guard for a second, eyes fully connecting and catching each other at a moment of weakness and reflection. The slow rise and fall of her chest he notices, seeing the facade fade away from her face as he sees her soft, lips parted and no hardness or attitude across the olive-toned planes, only darling freckles, and bright green eyes giving away the woman she was underneath her hardened exterior.

“Let’s wash this off baby, I wanna take you back to bed.” He tells her with a soft kiss that makes her eyes flutter shut. He drips water onto her back with his hands, and she does the same for him. In silence, they run their hands over each other as they explore the new playgrounds they get to call their own.

As she steps out of the shower and dabs a towel to herself, him following suit, she walks slowly backward out of the room and towards the bed. “You’ll have to start slow with whatever you plan on doing. You left me sore from last night.” She says with a smile that wasn’t the least bit scolding about the fact.

“I plan on it.” He nods and drops his towel to the side haphazardly. “Don’t wanna give you any reason to run off.” He grins and walks proudly to the side table and takes another condom out and lays it on the corner of the bed for later. “I’ve still gotta repay the favor from earlier...remember?” He leans in and kisses her, she sat on the bed as his hands rest at her sides, lowering himself to his knees.

“Wasn’t a favor.” She mumbles into his mouth as they share a connected kisss.

“I’m reciprocating then.” He chuckles back at her fuss over the words. “Gotta taste you too. Only fair.” He moves to kiss down the bend of her neck. “I d thought about my head between these big thighs more times than I’d like to admit.” He whispers against her shoulder, eyes shut and hands roaming her hips and the thighs he spoke of.

“So have I.” A smirk grows on her face, head tilted to the side to give him access to her neck, “Except I’ll admit it.” A huff of a laugh escapes her as he gives a small and playful bite to her neck that draws a relaxed moan out of her.

His hands cup her breasts and bring them together for his mouth to admire. Sucking and lapping at her pierced and hard nipples, taking them into his mouth forcefully then teasing with pink and puckered lips made her rest on her hands and sigh, head falling back as she enjoyed herself.

“Mmph, That mouth feels so good on my tits I bet it’s even better on my pussy.” She revs him up as he bites into the meat of her for a moment, feeling her approval as she shifted her hips in anticipation.

He moves quickly to keep her on her toes, not linger too long even though he could focus on the feeling of the cold bars against his tongue for far longer than he’d gotten to yet. Shifting her back, he spreads her legs and pushes into the bed to open her up to him. She was soft and round everywhere it seemed. A thin layer of black hair barely masking the olive, plump lips that just barely hid an already hard clit at their peak, insides wet and pink and hot. He considered how every part of her that he’d seen hasn’t been disappointing in the least, and how he’d gotten so lucky as to be chosen to see any piece of her.

She catches his attention, leaning up on one elbow and reaching down to slide her fingers between her lips and spread them for him. She teases her clit, well-manicured nails circling it as she bites her lip at him. “You be nice to this fat little pussy, Declan.” She coos and gives the bouncy lips that encased everything a firm little slap that made him groan. “Get her nice and ready before you give me that big cock again.” Her tone was so confident and lusty he moans as he watches her face deliver it to him.

With a low growl and a hoarse “Fuck…” he kisses her inner thighs. Not wasting much time he begins with a broad lick up her center, his pointed tongue grazing over the full bud that makes her let out an audible exhale.

As he moves between her lips, his strong nose nuzzling above her slit and clit, he finds the spot he’s after easily as it twitches and throbs under his touch. She watches as his dark eyes close and he focuses, sucking and lapping away at her. He wastes no time in centering his efforts on her clit, seeing his hands on her thighs to hold her apart as she reaches up to tweak her nipples, watching his lovely head of hair calling out for her hands to be buried in it.

She can feel the mixed juices dripping down her center, a faint tickle as his lips attach to her and she moans out again, head falling back and chest heaving as she whines for him. With a slurp he finds his place on her, a spot she’s trembled at every time and goes in on it, one hand moving to around his twitching cock and the other fingers now teasing outside her soaked entrance.

With a whine she pleads, “Declan, baby, yes, use your fingers.” Her hips buck as he gives her what she asks of him. Slowly adding one and two more to ease the ache from the night before and have her shaking beneath him. He wanted to finish her off with a bang, give her something to show he was more than what they’d done the night before.

As she calls out his name, now fully giving over to the feeling with breathy moans and pleas for more he pulls away. She barely has time to whimper for the loss, nearing orgasm she wants to swear at him, but when she meets his eyes she sees them dark again and knows he’s not abandoning his goal but only going about it in a different way.

He grabs her roughly, which is how she preferred, and flips her to her stomach. He lifts and moves her with ease which only adds to her hunger for him. Yanking her hips up she feels the heavy heat of him being slapped then rubbed on her pussy lips and she wiggles her ass at him, biting her lip and moaning for more.

“Yes, fuck, please.” She groans for her favorite position to be connected. He hurried rolls down the condom over himself and goes back to teasing her.

“You want it like this baby?” He growls with all playfulness gone and she tries to back up on him herself.

“YES!” She snarls back, turning to look at him, “I want to bounce off that big cock, I’m close, fuck me, hard.” She slurs out with a tight jaw and he notched inside her, watching her mouth fall open. A tiny squeaked “Yes.” And a fast nod as he pushes in deeper and he watches her fall apart in front of him. Something his whole body reacts to as she moans and lets her head fall down, swearing and hips bucking as each breath became louder than the last.

He filled her up so completely, the stretch no longer pain but pleasure and hitting deep inside her from the vulnerable position she was in. She gives herself over to it and he gets to really watch her fall apart. Her head the side, hair flipped wildly and eyes rolling and fluttering.

“You want me nice and hard baby?” He almost coos at her, leaning over her as she grips into the sheets and pushes back on him.

“Fuck yes. Harder. Make me come. I want you to make me come.” An almost helpless whine as she writhes for him, being so close she just needed the extra push.

With a hard slap to her ass first which made her let out a pleased hum and bounce it at him, he grabs her wide-set hips and pushes himself against her fully. “Fuck Bells…” He exhales, watches her body shift and wiggle with a need for him. “Here it fuckin is baby girl.” A deep moan comes from her half-collapsed body, face now on the bed.

“Fuuuuck.” She groans, eyes still rolled back.

“You o-“

“YES! Fuck me hard Declan.” She scolds and pushes back into him with a slap. Soon the skin to skin thud is at a fast rhythm and she’s calling out for him, various dirty praise for how well he fit inside her and moaned orders for more. He couldn’t hold back with her, and he didn’t want to. He was used to being too much for girls both in and out of bed, too big, too loud too rough but not for Bella. He got to grit his teeth and slam that fat ass of hers against his hips over and over, watching her ripple with every hit. His hands fit so well on her hips to keep her close and hitting fast as she only wanted more from him. He got to let go, to grunt and growl and her praise only grew the more he lost himself. He tests her threshold, a firm spank to her ass that makes her let out a delighted squeal.

“You like that big fuckin ass baby? Like it bouncing off your cock like this?” She asks with a burst of faint laughter to her voice, pure happiness in the moments before she finally came where he was giving her exactly what she needed. She didn’t have to tell him, hold her hips, harder, slap her ass, he just did it and the freedom in that was something she’d never had before. No one had kept pushing, listened to her body language. She found herself nearing her peak and wanted to take him down with her.

He couldn’t form words but only growled and pulled her cheeks apart after another sharp slap. She rose up on her hands again, pushing back and moaning with every deep thrust, one hand out back on his on her hip to new him close.

“I’m so close.” She cries, him moaning at the sight of her chest bouncing and her eyes met with his and blown with lust. “Want you to come too.” She insists through broken breaths. “Wanna feel you come inside this tight little cunt Declan. Fuckin fill me up baby, I need it.”

“God damnit.” Be moans and it turns to a rumble as his balls tighten. He grabs a handful of her hair and she lets out a maniacal laugh.

“Oh fuck yes baby, just like that. Fucking take it.”

He gives her another sharp spank and he feels her tighten around him. “So fuckin good Bella.” He growls and grits his teeth. “Fuckin come for me, baby girl. Fuck me I wanna feel this wet pussy come around me. So fuckin bad.”

She’d gotten him to give in and talk back. Exactly what she wanted. She liked it filthy and rough and this second round was even better than the first. Any hesitation she’d had of them being sexually compatible was lost and she squeals again at his words.

“Fuckin make me.” She snarls and he yanks her hair back, her mouth falling open and crying out as the angle hit deep and hard, his hands so hard on her as he hit harder and faster, just like she needed. Every rough pound was punctuated by a higher-pitched moan than the last. He feels the shaking begin in her thighs and he lets her hair go, putting all his energy into fucking her as hard as he could and he’s rewarded with loud shouts of swearing and his name, her telling him he’s going to make her come and he wants it so bad at that moment he cries out when he feels her let go around him. She comes like an animal, all gnashing teeth and growls and groans. Words he couldn’t understand as she tried to breathe and shout and speak at the same time. She collapses again, her body shivering and he yanks her up by her hair.

“That's it you fuckin beast. Fuck me. Fuckin come you big mother fucker.” She barks out he leans over her, arm around her stomach as he shoves into her slower but harder as she eggs him on and he comes as she’s demanding, and loudly. Which is exactly how she liked it. She wanted a man that used sex just like she did, to get lost and forget everything else. To explore each other and pure pleasure. And he was panting, gasping, sweat plinking onto her skin he grunted and groaned as his body spasmed and shook over her, feel the faint jump of him cock inside her.

“Fuck.” He gasps and it comes out much higher than he anticipated. “Ugh, fuck.” A lower groan accompanied it as his hands shook and he pulled out of her body after releasing the rest of her from his grasp. “God damnit, Bella.” He moans as he ties and tosses the condom and collapses with a loud racket to the bed on his front. “Gonna fuckin kill me with that mouth.”

She’s left smiling and panting just the same, laying on her side and looking at the fine specimen next to her. “You’re good Harp. You bring it out in me.” She hums happily and lets her body lose its tension. She lays on her back and basks in the afterglow. “ I like it when you try to kill me with yours.” She grins and runs her fingers down his back and he shivers.

“Mmm.” He says in a reflecting way. “You seem to like the dirty talk a bit.” He smirks and puts his cheek against the bed and faces her.

“A bit.” She keeps the same satisfied smile on her face, fluffing her hair and glowing as she gets that long missed satisfied tiredness in her body he’d left.

“Should I say you’re a slut for it?” He snorts, a playful delivery so he didn’t get slapped.

"I think you’re into something there big guy.” She snickers and gives his ass a good smack.

“Christ. Let me be woman.” He commands dramatically and half-assed swats at her hands trying to touch him.

“I am hungry now.” She says and lays back again, hands to herself. “After I come back down to earth the hangover will start settling in.” She rubs her face. “I’m too old to drink like I do.” She groans.

“I got Gatorade in the fridge.” He mumbles.

“You are a saint.” She rolls over and kisses his shoulder.

“Nah. Just an alcoholic.” He chuckles, a lazy smile on his face as she pushed back his hair.

“Guess we’ll go to AA together then. Because I just think having electrolytes around makes you proactive.” She nods approvingly.

“You grab me one?” He asks after she sits up.

“Yeah.” She answers with an obvious tone. “Then we get brunch?” She asks and plays a drumbeat on his bare butt cheeks and laughs.

“Yes. You’ve got me fuckin starving.”

“Same.” She leaves with one final slap. “Man you’ve got a great ass Declan.” She says with sincerity as she stands in the doorway with two cold drinks as she takes in the sight of him.

“You’d know.” He grins and rolls over.

She tilts her head and stands at the edge of the bed. “Front ain’t too bad either.” She winks and creases her nose at him playfully.

“You must be hungry, you’re being suspiciously nice.” He takes a drink, mirroring her.

“I am, but I’m actually a lot nicer when I’m getting fucked on the reg.” She wags her bottle at him in a toast.

“Ditto.” He groans and lays back after downing half the bottle.

She snorts at his dated answer.

“You’ve always been nice.” She teases.

“To you.” He snarls back.

“Just me? You’ve been treating me special?” She smiles and crawls towards him over his stretched out body.

“Maybe.” He smirks.

“I still get special treatment now? Since I’m your girlfriend and all?” She quirks a brow and leans down to give him a kiss.

“More special treatment if anything.”

“Ohhh.” She says with overplayed impressed.

“Like I’ll take you to brunch.”

“Mmmmm.” She hums and gives him another kiss.

“And pay.”

“Oh my…” she gasps and follows with another kiss she laughs into.

“And insist you get whatever you want.”

“Ugh. Stop it. You’re making me horny again.” She teases.

“As long as I can try whatever you get.”

“ALWAYS A CATCH!” She says moving away and sitting on his stomach.

He laughs and pulls her back in for more rolling and laughing kisses as they both settle into a new rhythm with each other. It should’ve concerned her how easy it was with him, how she didn’t have to stop picking and teasing and he didn’t have to hide his goofiness. The compatibility should’ve scared her, but in the moments of affection and play it was far from her mind.

For him, it was front and center. But there was no fear or worry, only a warm and growing feeling in his gut about this grumpy hellcat of a woman now a purring kitten in his arms. He only felt good. Deep down a wholeness, he’d been missing. This rambunctious woman who was never afraid of him or his past was quickly becoming his favorite thing. And he couldn’t have been less worried about it. Maybe he should have been, but the way she smiled at him, all soft and literally bare to him he couldn’t bring himself to think of a single bad thing that could come from this new pairing.

The only problem he’d found so far was that he couldn’t get enough of her. And he didn’t mind having that be the biggest problem in his life at all. Their back and forth was the easiest thing in his life. Her laugh made him laugh, her smile did the same.

As they sat and had brunch, her in one of his T-shirt’s and both in oversized glasses of hers, he could only think of one thing. Her hair was wild like his all curly and unkempt, both in flip flops and in no way looking as impressive as they had the night before. There was no cue or moment to cause the constantly recurring thought, but it happened just the same for both of them. How’d they’d get so lucky?

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Soft Kisses

Drabble: “What’d you have go and act all cute for?” @curvynerdfan

Pairing: Declan Harp x Reader

Word Count: 871

Warnings: none

It was quite frustrating, having to constantly break up fights in the Ale House. If it wasn’t for Grace and her watchful eye, you were positive that you would’ve hit someone by now. Unfortunately for you though you knew that would mean immediate termination from your job. God, your hatred for the unruly men and flirtatious soldiers in Fort James were damn near driving you crazy. You hated how their eyes watched your every move, their lips turning into sadistic smirks. You could feel them undressing you with their eyes. But they all knew not to make a move. An unspoken threat had been made towards any man who dared to touch you, one that surprisingly wasn’t verbalized by you.

“Go on, y/n.” Grace interrupted your thoughts, her head nodding towards the back as she continued to wipe down a tankard that was previously filled with ale. “Take a break. You look like you need it.”

You felt relief pool in your stomach as you heaved out a sigh, the ale soaked rag in your hand falling into an empty barrel as you made your way to the back. “Thank heavens; I’m about ready to explode.” Pent up frustration could be heard in your words, Grace only chuckling at your comment before she turned back to another loud customer. You wasted no time in hurrying out of the back, not even thinking to grab your thick coat as you dashed through the wooden door and out into the chilly air.

Your breath clouded in front of you as you let out another sigh of relief, the palm of your hand pressing against your forehead to try and relieve the dull ache that had formed in your skull. The old wood of the Ale House scratched against your back as you leaned against the closed door. You wanted the day to end, badly. Your feet hurt, your hands were beginning to cramp and your once maroon apron was now stained an ugly brown from the amounts of ale that the rowdy customers had decided to slosh on the front of you. Just thinking about stepping back in there made you want to puke, but you knew you had too.

Having been so caught up in your ugly thoughts, you didn’t register another person nearing you as you sat against the back door. Hands suddenly grabbed a hold of your shoulders, and your front was suddenly flush against a firm chest as you were held tightly. Your sudden fright was washed away as you inhaled a familiar scent, your senses suddenly going into overdrive as you wrapped your arms around him. “Jesus, Declan.” Your words were muddled by his furred coat, your nose digging deeper into his chest as his warmth surrounded you. “You scared the shit out of me.”

A chuckle rumbled in Declan’s chest, his thick fingers gently brushing against your hair before he pulled away. “Rough day, huh?” His touch was gentle as he ran a finger down the side of your face, his eyes catching the frustration that knitted your eyebrows together. All you had to do was nod, your eyes falling away from his face and to the ground for his lips to form a frown. His fingers found your chin, his thumb running over the skin of your bottom lip as he turned your head to him. “Want me to knock some sense into—“

“No, no don’t do that.” You interjected. Your face went to his chest again as you wrapped your arms around him, a deep exhale being heard as you snuggled into his hold. “Just.. hold me, please.” His arms once again shrouded you in warmth, his fingers finding their place in your hair as he let out a small grunt. You squeezed your eyes shut, your lips forming into a small pout as you pressed yourself into Declan; all you wanted to do was snuggle into him and forget about work.

“What’d you have go and act all cute for?” Declan’s gruff voice reverberated in his chest as he leaned down, his lips dancing across the shell of your ear before he placed a single kiss to your jaw. You couldn’t help the laugh that came from you when his beard brushed against your skin, and you pulled away from his embrace slightly to peer up into his eyes. Things went quiet for a moment, his arms remaining protectively around your body as he brushed away a fallen strand of hair from your face.

“It’s unintentional.” Your voice held an air of joking in it as you shrugged. Your lips held a smirk as you pressed against your toes, your fingers grasping on to the sides of his face as you brought your lips towards his own. “Meet me tonight, after work?” You parted from him, your lips brushing against his for a moment as you glanced up to meet his gaze.

“Of course, sweetheart.” His fingers dug gently into your sides as he leaned down once more, his lips molding to yours softly, his eyes dancing with a look that you had grown to love. “Same place as last time?”

“Only if you don’t keep me waiting.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[sagemcmae]

Something Wild (now COMPLETE)

A modern Reylo AU in Alaska with newcomer Rey, mountain-man Ben, and ‘the Bear’ Declan Harp. Beta’d by @riaria84

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary: Rey Niima agrees to take a two-year teaching contract in Crait, Alaska. She expects it to be a change of scenery. She expects it to be an adjustment. She didn't expect to see Ben Solo again. AKA my need to write a Jason Momoa/Adam Driver bromance, which turned into a mountain men Reylo AU.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Epilogue

Excerpt:  Quietly, he stalked towards her with single-minded determination. He wondered if she remembered him. She had to, right? There was no chance their meeting hadn’t impacted her as deeply as it had him.   “The girl I’ve heard so much about,” he crooned.   Rey straightened up with a jolt. Her eyes flashed with a mixture of emotions. Fear, indignation, curiosity, and there — right at the edge of those hazel orbs he’d been so fascinated with as a teenager — recognition.  He smirked.   “Ben?”   “Hello, little Rey.”

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[virgo-89]

Kiyôtêw (ch2)

Main Characters: Jane (OFC) x Declan Harp

Other characters: Outlander & Frontier Characters

Summary: Jane and Declan are on their way to Riverrun and neither of them trusts each other, Jane is plotting on escape and Declan just wants to get this over with. Adventure awaits these two as they make their way down the river.

Ratings & Warning: Mature language and sexual content.

CH 2. otinâkaniwiw

word count: 5200+

We rode for several hours in silence; it was very uncomfortable. I figured we would have seen another person by now but there didn’t seem to be any roads or any buildings. Declan looked over at me and smiled. “You aren’t from around, here are you kiyôtêw?” I looked back at him and smiled “No, I’m not, but neither are you and what did you just call me?” He smirked and said “true, but I meant that you don’t seem like you are from this new world and you aren’t from Britain. So, you are a kiyôtêw, it means visitor from afar” My heart dropped and I looked away pissed that he had made me already. “Don’t worry I’m not going to say anything to anyone. I have my payment and I gave my word that I would get you to where you need to be, but don’t try anything funny ya hear?” I felt a sense of relief but knew that this meant he was going to keep an extra close eye on me. We kept riding and when it started to get dark so stopped in an opening in a forest, I tied my horse to a tree with an easy knot so that I could slip away easily later. He set up his bedroll and then started to work on the fire. I rolled my bed roll out as well and made it look like I was ready for bed. “I’m going to go get us some dinner. Wait here I’ll be back.” I looked over and smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded and then walked off with some throwing knives. I waited about 20 mins before I packed my bed up again and grabbed some jerky from the food sack. I untied the horse and started riding away. I didn’t think about the direction I was going I just went at full speed. I felt bad for leaving him, but I had to get back. I’m sure my picture was on a milk carton by now. I rode and rode until I got to a dirt road. I followed it for a while and then I heard someone following me on horseback. I was shocked and couldn’t believe Declan had caught up to me. Then there was another figure on a horse in front of me. My stomach turned. It wasn’t Declan. It was a group of Native Americans and they did not look welcoming. I turned back around at full speed I would rather be with Declan than be with a group of people that I didn’t understand. I felt so stupid I didn’t even think about the chances of being captured again. My heart dropped as I saw another native American in front of me, bow pulled taught with an arrow notched and ready to go at my head. I halted my horse and put my hands up. I knew that I didn’t have another choice. I had to be smart and pick my battles. The native American was yelling something. Probably for me to get off. I didn’t understand but I got off anyway and put my hands up again. He waited for his companions to come find us before he lowered his arrow. His companion forced me to my knees. I felt so helpless.

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[darlingkays]

I'm binging Frontier again, might fuck around and make some gifsets

[lurkerdelima]

Silverflint Holiday Cheer fic: wild & savage

wild & savage (2052 words) by WeeBeastie Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), John Silver, Declan Harp Additional Tags: Pirate Santa, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Snowed In, Bickering, Happy Ending, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Disabled Character Summary:

tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage

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Can I ask why there is literally nothing about Frontier or Declan Harp??? Like babes, I NEED imagines, fics, one shots, I just need MORE!!

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** I write comedy, Angst, Fluff, Smut, etc.**

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SUPERNATURAL; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie, Castiel, Crowley, Bobby Singer.

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My Alpha Sneak Peek!

My Alpha (Alpha!Declan x Omega!Reader) Since I'm having trouble finishing up chapter 1, here's a sneak peek from a later chapter I've already written lol

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“Jesus Christ. What the fuck is going on?” You whimpered quietly as he looked from the barn to you, then back to the barn, it took less than a second for him to piece it together. “You’re not staying here. You’re in danger here.” he held you closer to him, the anger radiating from his body as he snarled in the direction of the barn, before he pulled you back through the trees.

You knew your father would be angry, “I won’t be able to return home,” you whispered quietly as you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. Declan stopped and looked down at you, his features softening as he pulled you into his arms once more. “Shhh, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, you can stay with me, and everything will be fine. I promise, I’m going to fix all of this, no omega should be put through this type of torture.” he kissed your head smoothing your hair as you sobbed into his chest.

You guys are gonna HATE me during this series!!!

[hopelikethemoon]

title: use him

length: 3.1k rating: M  summary: Set during a mythical S3, Grace propositions Jonathan for the one thing he's been desperate for. ship: Grace/Chesterfield link: AO3 warnings: Mentions of rape, potential unplanned pregnancy, manipulation, coercion. I actually lowkey hate myself for this fic, but I wrote it and it surprisingly feels in character. It’s just an angsty little mess of manipulation and emotions. 

“I am releasing you from the bonds of our marriage,” Jonathan started, grasping his hands behind his back as he stood straighter. “I’ve already had the papers drawn up. All they require is your signature.”

Grace stared at him, her expression almost unreadable. It was a cross between shock, fleeting joy, and confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“Nor do I.” He shook his head, turning his back on her. “But this union was ill-fated from its inception.” Jonathan clenched his jaw tightly. “What you endured with Lord Benton… I would not put you through more misery.”

“But-“

“Unlike your actions, there are no ulterior motives here Grace.” Jonathan assured her, raking his hands over his face with an exhausted sigh. “Your ale house remains your own, all that you possessed before remains in your name, and you are free to do as you please.” He gestured to the document. “I’ve also ensured that this annulment states that the marriage was never consummated and thus voids it entirely.”

“Why are you doing this Jonathan? Your governorship is already in tatters thanks to Lord Benton. Divorce would sully your image. You know word will spread that-“

“I don’t care what word is spread.” He stomped his foot. “Sign the documents Grace. Free us both. I cannot stand in the way of a woman whose heart belongs elsewhere. I have worked alongside Declan to free you from Benton and I do not intend to follow in his Lordship’s steps. I will not keep you ensnared in this farce.”

“This farce was my idea.” She crossed her arms across her chest, moving towards the laid out document to examine it.

“And it’s end is mine.” He countered, chancing a look at her face as she read over the annulment. “Sign at the bottom and you will be through me, Grace. No more games.”

She turned and faced him fully, narrowing her eyes. “There are nothing but games between us.”

“Only one of us was playing a game, Grace.” He reminded her. “One of us sincerely hoped and believed that this marriage could be something true.” Jonathan closed his eyes and turned away from her. “And rest assured that the arrangement to free Declan Harp of his crimes remains even when we are no longer married.”

Chesterfield tensed when Grace laid her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently to get him to turn back around to face him. “Grace, do not prolong thi-“ He barely had a chance to speak before her mouth covered his. He froze. What was she doing?

Grace pressed herself close to him, her hand curling around the back of his head, urging him to kiss her in return. As much as his body ached to give into her, he pushed her away.

“ Grace .” He gritted out, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Enough with your games. Sign the fucking document and quit playing with my head.”

“What of our partnership, Jonathan? What of all we planned to do with this Fort?” She grabbed at the front of his jacket, pulling him towards her. “Why end it now?”

“Because I will not be second fiddle to your infatuation with Declan.” He spat out. “I will not be the pawn in your game any longer Grace.” He curled his fingers in her hair, gripping at the back of her head as he held her gaze. There was fear there, anger, hatred - but there was also something he had never seen before. A shimmer of something he didn’t dare dwell on.

“What if we tried again?”

Jonathan’s heart clenched. He knew better. He knew she was playing him, once again. It was all Grace knew how to do when it came to him. She used him to further her own gains. When all the while he just wanted to take care of her. “You lie.”

“ Jonathan .” She ran her hand from his chest, straight down to the rather prominent bulge in his trousers. As much as he wanted to despise her, she had an effect on him.

“Enough of your games, Grace.” He caught her hand and twisted it away from him. “You can only torture a man so long before he breaks.”

“Then you’ll just go find yourself a whore to fuck.” Grace snarled at him, jerking her hair loose from his grip.

“At least someone didn’t seem disgusted with the thought of laying in my bed.”

“You were in my bed you fucking pig.” Grace shoved him hard, sending him fumbling backwards. But she didn’t keep the space between them for very long before she was on him again. “I don’t want to fight Jonathan.”

“All we do is fight, Grace. That’s all this is. A constant struggle for the upper hand. And you will always have that. You will always have the power over me. All you have to do is smile and I’m falling all over myself.” His voice cracked and curled his arm around her possessively. “Because I keep foolishly thinking that one day you might give a bloody shit about me. But you’re only ever fucking with my head. None of it will ever be real.”

Grace caught his face between her hands and kissed him hard enough to bruise his lips. This time he responded. This time his teeth scraped her bottom lip and his tongue invaded her mouth. This time he turned them around and pinned her against the very desk that their annulment sat on.

Chesterfield groaned against her lips when her hand found its way down between them again, palming him through his trousers. He hated it. He hated that she had this power over him. “I hate you.” He hissed out, breaking from their kiss to drag his lips along her jawline. “I hate you Grace Emberly.”

She tugged at his short hair, making him look at her. “ Chesterfield . It’s Grace Chesterfield.” She corrected him with a wicked look that he knew spelt his undoing.

Grace worked to get his trousers open, her hand slipping inside to grasp at his cock. It was all happening so fast that he could barely wrap his head around the fact that Grace was actually a willing participant. She’d started it. She’d kissed him. Which meant it was nothing more than a game to her. What would she ask for after? What would she fuck him for and ask him, knowing he’d gladly give her the world if she only asked.

“Look at you. Look how hard you are.” Grace said lowly, holding his gaze as she stroked him slowly. “I bet you’re always walking around half hard for me.” She taunted.

“Shut up.” Jonathan bit out, his lashes fluttering as she ran her thumb along a particularly sensitive spot on his cock.

“Did you think of me?”

“What?”

“When you fucked Imogen.” The accusation and hurt in her voice surprised him. Had she been jealous? Though she’d hidden it well.

Jonathan hissed out her name, his fingers curling around her hip, hard enough to bruise. “ Stop .”

“I want to know.” Grace canted her head to the side. “Did you imagine it was me letting you fuck her?”

“No.” Jonathan kissed her then to silence her from pushing any further. It was the truth, though. He hadn’t thought of her. He’d kept it separate. Imogen was about letting off steam, getting that release that his hand just couldn’t provide him. But he was fully aware he was fucking a whore and not his wife.

“No?” Grace laughed harshly against his lips. “ No ?”

“For fuck’s sake woman.” Chesterfield cupped her cheek, holding her gaze. “No. Why would I think of you when I was fucking a whore?”

Grace released her hold on his cock, her fingers curling in the front of his coat as she pulled him in for a kiss again.

Jonathan pushed at her coat to get it off of her before he lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge of the desk. He fumbled with getting her pants off, frustrated that she had to be so fucking stubborn that she wore trousers like a man instead of skirts. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. Her stubbornness was all part of the appeal.

There was a thump at the front door that made them both freeze. He set his jaw hard and took a step backwards, tucking his cock back into his trousers. “I’ll see what it is.” He said roughly, his eyes meeting hers before he turned his back on her, heading out of the parlor room to the front door.

Chesterfield was fairly certain that where ever that had been leading, was over. Grace would surely come to her senses in his brief absence and sign the damn annulment. That was a given. He barely listened the soldier’s report at his front door, his mind wandering to what had just transpired in the parlor. He’d been so close to finally having Grace. How was he to think of anything but that for the rest of the day?

He didn’t know what Grace was angling at with propositioning him for sex - considering she’d been utterly offended by the notion before. What had changed? He’d been willing to end their marriage, allow her to be free to run away with Declan. She should’ve been happy, but instead she was throwing herself at him. Did she hate him so much that she’d fuck him; just to leave him with a taste of her before she walked away?

Jonathan returned hesitantly, lingering outside of the parlor door before he stepped back inside. “Did you sign it?” He questioned, giving the document a wayward glance as he looked towards Grace where she sat by the fire.

“I don’t intend to.”

“ Why ?” He implored as he moved around to kneel beside her. “Why continue this farce of a marriage? I don’t understand what has changed. What cruel trick is this? What do you seek to gain?”

Grace’s hands were shaking, “I have no intention of signing the annulment, Jonathan.”

He reached out and took her hands in his, his eyes searching her face. “What’s wrong, Grace?”

“Perhaps I have realized that this partnership could be something more.”  

“I wish that were true.” Chesterfield released his hold on her hands, standing up then. “But we both know that’s not the truth. A woman like youdoesn’t…” He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “When I tried to encourage you into my bed, you shoved me away and kissed me like I was a dead fish. What’s changed?”

“You and Declan saved me from Lord Benton.”

“And I am trying to allow you to be with Declan.” Jonathan gestured towards the annulment. “And yet you’re throwing yourself at me. What has changed?” He pressed, his voice edged with desperation. “I have learned that your clever plans come cloaked in false affections.”

Grace slowly rose from the chair, her eyes boring into his. “During my imprisonment,” She started quietly as she approached him. “Lord Benton forced himself on me and I am terrified to think that there is a bastard babe festering in me.”

Chesterfield felt the color fade from his face at her omission. There was a flash of anger - she had intended to trick him, to sleep with him and lie to him that the child was his . But the anger was quickly pushed aside by sympathy for her. “Oh, Grace .” He breathed out, drawing her into his arms and she willingly sank into his embrace.

“I would’ve told you,” Grace whispered, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. “But I was afraid of how you would react. I will be ruined. Everything I have built in Fort James will be for nothing.”

Jonathan pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Are you certain you are with child?” He questioned, swallowing thickly as he pulled back to meet her eyes.

Grace shook her head. “ No .”

“So there’s a chance that you are not?” He cupped her cheek, brushing her thumb over the rise of her cheekbone. “If you are, I will claim the child as my own.” It pained him to think of raising Lord Benton’s child as his own flesh and blood, but he would do anything for Grace. But you do not have subject yourself to-” Grace silenced him with her mouth, but he pulled away, “ Grace .”

“I want you Jonathan.” She told him, her fingers tugging at the button of his vest. “ Please .”

Jonathan shook his head. “Grace, you don’t have to do this, you don’t have to play this game. I give you my word that your child will want for nothing. If you are pregnant, Grace… I will protect you both. You don’t have to coerce me.”

“I’m not coercing you, you stupid man.” Grace pulled him in for another kiss, “You put aside your own desires to save me. You worked along side a man you despise. For me .”

Chesterfield release his hold on her and stepped back. “So you’re going to fuck me to thank me?” He laughed bitterly.

“Is it so unbelievable that I would want you?”

“Yes.” Chesterfield shook his head, his jaw set hard. “Because I know you Grace. I know that you despise me. You always have. And I’ve always hoped that one day you might truly want me, but I always knew that day would never come.”

Grace met his gaze. “I want you .” She admitted, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “When I first concocted this plan… I only intended to sleep with you to legitimize my potential situation. I did not come here today expecting to be met with annulment papers or… honesty .”

“I’ve always been honest with you Grace. I have always wanted you. There has been a fire burning in my soul since I first laid eyes on you. And you have done everything in your power to put out this fire.You have led me on and made me believe just enough to destroy me.”

“I’m not leading you on this time.”

“How do I know?” His jaw trembled and he clenched it tighter to hide it. His heart was pounding in his chest and his pulse was thundering in his ears. “How can I believe you this time, Grace?”

“Because I have admitted to you why I had planned to seduce you. Because I’ve told you what my plan was and I still want you.” Grace told him and he honestly believed her, even if it was against his better judgement. Grace was so good at lying to him. The entire story could’ve been a lie. He couldn’t imagine Grace allowing any man to touch her, unless she wanted him to.

Chesterfield closed the distance between them, cupping her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her, his hand skimming down her side. There was a very real chance that when this was over, she’d admit to him that she got what she wanted - the upper hand, but he didn’t care. He was desperate to know what it was like to be with Grace Emberly - Grace Chesterfield .

He fumbled with the fastenings of her pants, working to get them down her hips. Her own hands were busy with the front of his trousers, freeing his cock once more. Jonathan held her gaze as he hoisted her up onto the edge of the desk, drawing her legs around his hips.

“Come on Jonathan. I know you’ve dreamed of this.” Grace taunted, her fingers curling around the back of his neck.

He trailed his lips along her jawline, his breath hot against her skin as he rocked his hips against her, grinding his cock against her slick folds. “And you’re soaking wet, Grace. You’ve thought of this too.”

“I’ll never tell.” Grace retorted, tugging at his hair to make him look at her. Grace held his gaze as he slowly pressed into her. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out and replaced her teeth with his mouth as he kissed her, finally filling her completely. Her inner walls trembled around him and he savored the moment, memorizing how it felt to have her wrapped around his cock.

She worked to get his vest and shirt off as he started to slowly rock his hips, building a pace that suited how she was precariously perched on the edge of his desk. She felt like heaven. Better than anything he’d ever known.

His fingers bit into her hips, sure to leave marks on her pale skin, but she was leaving her own marks on him, her nails scoring into his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake. He wanted her marked. He wanted everyone in the town to know that he’d finally claimed his wife. That those red marks along her throat were from his suckling kisses, that the bruised lips and beard scratches around her mouth were from him .

Chesterfield picked up the pace of his thrusts, sending books and quills clattering to the floor as they fell off his desk. The annulment remained, pinned to the desk by her arse, which seemed somehow fitting. There was no hope for an annulment now. She was bound to him. If she was truly with child, their sham of a marriage would protect her. He would protect them.

“ Grace .” He hissed out through clenched teeth as he tried to stave off his own release. He slipped his hand between them, seeking out her clit to push her that much closer to the finish. She cried out - his name - when the moment struck, her body clenching tightly around his, spurring his own release. That was the beauty of this, what she was probably intending all along. They wouldn’t ever truly know. He had spilled his seed in her and perhaps Lord Benton had too. That was a promise better than his own word to care for the child. Because now he would always wonder… if maybe it was truly his .

“Clever, clever Grace.” He mumbled as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. She wasn’t pushing him away yet. Her hands roaming over his back, tracing the scars on his skin, enjoying that fleeting moment of bliss in the afterglow of their releases.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing.” Jonathan sighed, holding her a little tighter. She had played him. But he would take it. He would swallow his pride and allow Grace to use him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to undo what she had done to him. “Grace, would you come to bed with me?” He questioned, pulling back to look at her.

Grace hesitated, her brows knitting together before she nodded her head. “Show me our room.” Jonathan swore his heart skipped a beat at that. Sure, it was all a facade, but he was willing to believe in it, to get lost in the game. If she could use him, then he could use her.

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I should not have smoked tonight before trying to write because now I just wanna write some nasty dirty smut for My Alpha

Cant be doin all that in the first chapter :P

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My Alpha (Alpha!Declan Harp x Omega!Reader)

Might turn this into a series, but this is just pure flith! Enjoy!-K

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Declan held your hair in a tight ponytail, pounding into your pussy harder and harder as he moaned “fuck Y/N….feels so fucking good” he growled as he dug his fingers into your hip thrusting harder and faster as you moaned out louder “fuck! Fuck!! Please let me cum!” you cried out gasping as he changed his angle. “Fuck baby girl, you’re so tight” Declan moaned as he released your hair and slid out of you before he picked you up and tossed you on your back on the bed before he pounced on you, gripping you up in his arms as he slid back into you, his mouth covering your right breast as he slammed you down on his hard cock. You cried out throwing your head back as your fingers pulled his hair. “you’re such a good girl for me” Declan growled marking your chest in bruises and bites.

                You felt your legs tremble, this was amazing, you cried out as you pulled his head back kissing him deeply before he gripped your throat “easy” he growled nipping your bottom lip. You whimpered as your pussy clenched around him harder. “Please alpha,” you whispered looking down at him before he gripped your hair and tilted your head to the side, scenting you deeply as he groaned his eyes rolling back. “wh-wh-what are you doing?” you whispered before he pulled back looking at you.

“Don’t you want me to mark you baby? Make you mine forever?” he slowed his thrusts and watched as you thought about it. He could see your mind racing, wanting to ease this troubling thought train he leaned in and kissed you softly. “If you’re worried….im not gonna leave” he whispered. You looked bashfully at him kissing him softly. “I think I’m ready,” you whispered as he smiled kissing you deeply again before he growled picking up his thrusts, slamming you down on him harshly as you cried out.

                 You felt your walls tightening, your nails dug into his shoulders as you called out his name. “Declan! I’m gonna cum!” you cried out as he slid out of you, you whimpered, until he rolled you over on your stomach, pulling your ass up and with a swift, harsh slap he growled as you moaned, slick gushing out of your cunt at the motion. “Alpha…” he whispered in your ear as he bent over you, before he slammed back into you.

                “Alpha!” You gasped pushing back into him as he thrusted harder. “Fuck sweetheart, gonna fill you up, fuck you full of my pups” he snarled against your neck, right where he wanted to mark you. As he fucked you roughly, your walls fluttered around him, “cum for me baby cum for daddy” he snarled before he sunk his teeth into that sweet sensitive spot on your neck as he came with you. Filling you up as his knot sunk into you.

                As you caught your breath, Declan held you close and curled up with you under the blankets. He kissed your neck as he licked that wound softly. “I love you so much, Y/N.” he whispered softly as he held you close. “

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I cannot wait for the next chapter of your Declan Harp fic, it’s already so good! I’m already so impatient for the next chapter

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! I'm currently writing 3 (almost done) and actually already have stuff planned out for 4!!!!!

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Hi,

Is there any info on the Declan Harp fic you’re working on? Will it be released anytime soon?

I promise its coming soon!!! Im working on the ending of chapter 1 right now im just stuck on the end of chapter 1 so its taking me a little bit lol but Im working on it!! should be released soon!!