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carmineharry · 7 years

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In One Piece: part two

He took her chin between his fingers and and leaned down to place his lips on hers. Her eyes widened in shock before pulling back, shrieking “What do you think you’re doin’?!”

“Kissin’ yeh.” He smirked.

“Sorry, bu’ I don’ feel like kissin’ yeh right now,” she frowned.

“Le’ me make it up to yeh, please.” He rested his forehead against hers, “Please, sweetheart.”

Alex upsets his girl and tries to make it up to her.

WARNING: SMUT

“Don’ know wha’ Y/N was thinkin’ when she agreed to marry yeh, silly girl tha’ one. Silly as can be. But a cunt?” Alex growled, veins protruding all over as his grip tightened on the squirming prick he had pinned to the wall. “She’s jus’ no such thing, mate,” he pulled Thomas’ body forward before slamming it into the ivy covered brick again, evoking a low groan from him.

Y/N sat fidgeting in her seat across from him. She didn’t really know what to say, or how to say it. She just knew it needed to be said. “What’s this about?” Thomas asked. He was smiling, she could hear it in his voice, but she looked any and everywhere but his eyes. “Y/N?” He asked once more, the smile dissipating from his voice.

She toyed with ring upon her left fourth finger, twisting it back and forth and so before finally slipping it off. She placed it gently on the table between them before saying, “I can’ marry you.”

His head straightened up tall and floored by her statement. “‘Scuse me?”

“I can’ marry you, Thomas. My heart isn’ in it,” she answered.

“So where is your heart, then?” He asked, though he already knew the answer. “Funny yeh say this considerin’ I know yeh saw Alex yesterday.” He bit his bottom lip, teasing his tongue with the taste of blood.

“‘M truly sorry, I am. It’s jus’ not fair to do this to ourselves.” She reasoned.

He sat there for a few moments, trying to soak up her words, syllable by syllable. “Why’d yeh even say yes?” He laughed, but there was an unsettling look in his eye.

“I couldn’t bring myself to tell you no-,” she said, but was interrupted by the fierce rise in his voice.

“Bullshit!” He cracked. “Don’ put this on me! Yeh made me believe yeh wanted this, made me believe yeh wanted me! Lead me by a bloody leash, you did!” His chest palpated dangerously fast, anger fueling his every action. “You’re a right cunt fo’ tha’!” He picked up his water glass, slamming it against her dining wall and watching it shatter to pieces. She flinched at the ear-splitting sound, hands subconsciously flying up to hold her head.

She was on fire, burning with rage and fear. “We wen’ out together on dates! Never up until that point had I professed some deep and undyin’ love for yeh that would’ve made you go and propose! Tha’ was on you!” She spat. “I enjoyed your company, bu’ yeh had to rush it!” Y/N hadn’t ever been so hostile in her life. She’d like to think of herself as a generally calm and collected person. But this? This pushed her over the line. Who did he think he was?

Thomas’ back was to her as he rocked himself back and forth on the counter. He was taut with fury, practically steaming at the ears. “This isn’ about how I rushed it, Y/N! It has nothin’ to do with tha’ and everythin’ to do with Alex, I’m no’ stupid!” He slammed his fists onto the counter.

“Yeh know wha’? You’re right. I love Alex. I loved him before you, durin’ you, and now, an’ I’m sorry fo’ hurtin’ you, but I can’ help who my heart wants!” Y/N cried.

“So what’d yeh do? Did yeh kiss him? Did yeh shag him? Huh?! Answer me!” He roared, shaking Y/N to the very core. “Be’ yeh did. “

“‘M not really sure what you’re implyin’ but-,”

“I’m sayin’ you’re a whore! A blimey slag!” Thomas growled, finger pointed inches away from her face.

“Ge’ out.” She whispered.

“Oh, wha’? Can’ face wha’ you’ve done-,”

“I said get out! Get ou’ of my house!” Y/N bellowed. Her whole body was jolting with adrenaline and she feared she might pass out from the unforgiving anger she felt. Thomas shook his head, scoffing out a laugh before kicking the chair out of his way and slamming the door on his way out to prove his point. She felt bad, terrible even, for hurting him, for angering him. Though she couldn’t say she wasn’t a bit relieved, he was quite unnerving when he was bothered and upset. She cradled her head in her hands as she silently shook with cries. Y/N never handled other’s anger well. She hated when people would let their emotions get the better of them, especially when she was the cause.

She sat for a while before sucking it up and wiping her tears and grabbing the bin to clean up the shards of glass. She tried to be very careful, not wanting to cut herself, but that inevitably failed when a knock and open to her front door startled her, causing the glass to cut her hand. “Dammit,” she whimpered.

“Y/N, love,” Alex called, “what’re yeh doin’?”

Alex’s hand was gripping Thomas’ jaw harshly, threatening his skin with finger-shaped bruises as he convulsed infuriatingly so. “And a whore? That was a bi’ of a stretch, too, duffer,” he kneed him in the groin, earning a cry from Thomas. “Ditzy thing sometimes, bu’ she’s a bloody angel!” Alex growled through gritted teeth. With one uppercut to the face, Thomas was on the ground in fetal position. Alex spit in his face and stormed away, stewing and brewing and flailing about.

Alex sat atop of Y/N’s bathroom sink as she cleaned the scrapes and bruises amongst his hand from his prior indiscretion with Thomas. To say Y/N was upset with Alex was an understatement. She’s didn’t really believe in violence, and while her heart swooned at the thought of him defending her, that didn’t mean she wanted him to have a back-alley brawl with her ex-fiancé. Her lips were pressed in a tight line as she bandaged the wound to prevent infection. She wouldn’t even look him in the eye, and it hurt his heart a little. “Sweetheart, please look at me,” he sighed, but she kept her eyes low. “Y/N, c’mon,” he tried again. However, she kept doting around on his knuckles and refusing to give him what he wanted. Finally, he took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. “I think it’s clean, love, now look a’ me.”

“You’ve really upset me,” she said.

He felt his chest tighten at that. “What ca’ I do?” He pleaded.

“You’ve done enough.” Alex really wanted to fix this. He couldn’t stand the fact that she was upset with him, but she was his girl, and nobody would insult his girl. He was sorry for disappointing her, but not sorry for what he did. Thomas needed to be taught a lesson as far as Alex was concerned. He was wracking his brain trying to figure out ways to get her to forgive him, and then he it dawned on him. He took her chin between his fingers and and leaned down to place his lips on hers. Her eyes widened in shock before pulling back, shrieking “What do you think you’re doin’?!”

“Kissin’ yeh.” He smirked.

“Sorry, bu’ I don’ feel like kissin’ yeh right now,” she frowned.

“Le’ me make it up to yeh, please.” He rested his forehead against hers, “Please, sweetheart.” She bit her lip, toying with the idea in her head before locking eyes with him, signaling him the go-ahead with a subtle nod of the head.

His lips met hers sweetly, taking her breath away. She placed one hand on his chest and wrapped the other around his neck to pull him closer. His hand gripped her waist and held her securely to him. Her lips felt like velvet and he couldn’t get enough of it. Every time she’d pull away, he’d bring her even more close, savoring the sound of her labored breath and the rise and fall of her chest increasing by the second. He finally let her break away to catch her breath, but still held her just as tightly to him. She opened her eyes to find him already itching to look into hers and her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, so she looked away. “Hey, quit lookin’ away from me,” Alex demanded. He slid off the bathroom sink and intwined his arms around her back. She strained her neck up to look at him once more and smiled graciously, placing his lips on hers once more.

The kiss was innocent to start with, but the second she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged in delight, a fire was ignited in him. He spun her around, gently slamming her hips into the counter, eliciting a soft, squeak-like sound from her which raised every hair on the back of his neck and tickled his skin with goosebumps. He lifted her up and placed her on the counter and moved to wrap her legs around his hips. She trailed her hands down to his chest, nails lightly scratching along the way, before he jerked her hands back up to his hair. “Keep ‘em there, love,” he growled. A coil snapped within her at the sound of his voice so rough and deep that she tugged on his tresses once more just to hear the sound again.

He sunk his teeth into the plushy flesh of her skin, and she jolted from the sensation. Her head sunk deeper into the pillow the closer he approached where she ached for him. He was feeling dizzy, overwhelmed at the situation and reeling in the smell of her in the air. He moaned quietly as his mouth watered just thinking about what he was about to do. His mouth teased the crease of where her thigh met her hip and her breath wavered. He trailed kiss after kiss until his lips touched the damp spot right in the center of her cotton panties. It was then his tongue snuck from between his lips to press against her ever so slightly, and she shied away from the contact, but his hands brought her back down against his tongue. “So sweet already an’ I haven’ even taken these off yet” he groaned. He believed, with full sincerity, that she would be the death of him.

His fingers hooked inside of her knickers and yanked them down her thighs and onto the floor before spreading her legs and nesting a home between them. He spread her open with his fingers before attaching his lips and tongue to her clit, sucking and pulling and doing everything to coax a sound from her. She whimpered, though they sounded more like squeaks, and she’d be dying from embarrassment had it not just felt so good. Her hands instinctively flew to his head and reveled in the warmth of his tongue on her most sensitive spot. Her back arched and shivered and trembled with every nibble and lick, and to make matters almost more unbearable, he curved a finger inside of her. It was foreign, a bit uncomfortable at first until Alex stroked something within her, and it wasn’t anymore.

“A-Alex,” she mewled. He moaned against her, and the vibrations nearly shocked her core. Her heart was working double time to keep her body from caving in to the pleasure completely. Between the vibrations of his mouth and the stroke of his finger inside of her, it became too much to balance. Her vision was white hot as her legs tightened around his neck and shuddered so. His name was breathless on her lips and she swore nothing could compare to the feeling of his face between her thighs, even though she could never say that aloud because it nearly humiliated her with how lewd the reality of it all was.

Alex pressed one final kiss to her mound before trailing his tongue back up her body slowly, taunting her. His lips pressed to her neck causing her to shiver at the sensitivity before pressing a kiss below her eye and asking, “How was tha’?”

“Tha’ was,” she gulped, “somethin’.”

“Had to be more than jus’ somethin’, baby. Practically ripped all my hair out my head,” he giggled.

“Oh, shush,” she covered her face, mortified. Alex pried her hands away and kissed her with fervor, heart swelling with how her lips melted into his just right.

“Stop hidin’ tha’ face away from me,” he grinned.

“Then quit embarrassin’ me!”

“My god,” Alex gasped. He buried his face into her neck, biting and kissing in attempt to silence the sounds erupting from within his chest. Her nails dug into his skin in discomfort as he settled deep within her walls and she cried out. “‘M sorry, love, so so sorry. I’ll stop, I’ll stop,” he stumbled over his words.

“No,” a tear trickled down her cheek, “don’ stop, please.” He ignored her and moved to untangle her legs from around his wait, but she gripped his shoulders frantically. “Please, no! I wan’ to feel you,” she hummed.

He sunk back into her and she gripped his right hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing it harshly. “I don’ want to hurt you,” he mumbled.

“I’m okay, promise.” It didn’t necessarily hurt her at this point, it was just uncomfortable.

“I love you, love yeh so much, petal,” he kissed her cheek. “I’ve never felt so whole in my life. Look a’ tha’,” he gently brought her head forward to look at where they joined as one, “connected, you and me.” He laid her head back down. His hips faltered to the right a little, causing her chest to press against his and she swore. His ears perked at the sound, quickly trying to repeat the movement he just made.

“Yes,” she hissed, “that’s it!”

Neither of them had ever felt anything quite like this. It wasn’t lust. No, their love overwhelmed the lust by a long shot. It wasn’t the act of getting swept up by desire. It was a commemoration of their feelings for each other. Y/N felt like her heart could burst at any moment at the sound of Alex’s sweet nothings and praises in her ear. “Yeh feel so good, baby. You’re doin’ so well for me,” he urged a hungry kiss on her lips, “such a good girl,” he cooed.

Her body was writhing beneath his and he hoped this was a sight he could remember forever. She looked so beautiful like this. Well, she looked beautiful all the time, but there was something about the way she couldn’t contain herself at this moment that had him gawking at her. Her eyes screwed shut and broken pleas sounding off the walls put him in a near daze. The way she clenched around him and how divine she felt seemed like a luxury he could not afford.

Her lips left breathy, open-mouthed kisses to his neck and he fell against her, driving his hips right into hers, grunting each time. He was in such a state of euphoric bliss that nothing else mattered to him in this moment except for her and proving his love to her. He wanted her to feel what she did to him. How she shot electricity through his veins every time she cried his name. How his whole body quaked with each yank of his hair. How satisfactory it felt to be the only one to make her eyes roll to the very back of head with each push to the right place within her. So that’s what he did. He carried on til the early morning until neither of them could take it anymore and collapsed into each other’s arms and exchanged honey-covered words until they succumbed to the imminent sleep, tangled together, in one piece.

so this is part two!!! i skimmed through this to half-ass make sure there were no mistakes but i’m sure y’all will find one. also sorry i’m the worst smut writer in the history of this website. i hope you guys like this as much as part one. stay tuned for part three to continue the rest of Alex and Y/N’s story!

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White as Snow (Snow White Retelling)

Blood red lips pull apart as she smiles. Hazel eyes meet green as Snow White awakens from her death like slumber.

The prince picks of her up out of the glass coffin and carries her to his horse. He gently sets her down onto the saddle and his gaze roams over her face.

“Princess Snow, I had heard rumors about your beauty and I must say they are not the least bit exaggerated.” He places a kiss on the back of her hand. “I am Prince Alexander. If you are willing, I would like to take you back to my castle and make you my queen.”

The prince holds out his hand and waits.

Snow hesitates for a second and then places her hand in his. Alexander smiles triumphantly and mounts his horse.

Cradling Snow to his chest with one hand and gripping the reins with the other, the prince motions to his waiting guards and prepares to leave but halts when Snow White says: “Can my friends come too?”

Alexander’s smile disappears and disgust flashes through his emerald eyes as he turns to look at the seven dwarfs. The prince’s frown morphs into a charming smile when he turns back to Snow. “Of course, Sweetheart; however, there are no horses for them to ride.”

Snow’s expression turns upset and then conflicted. Not wanting her to change her mind about going with him, Alexander adds in: “How about we ride at a slower pace so that they can walk with us? My castle is not too far away so we should be able to make it in two or three days.”

Snow nods happily and her smile is so lovely that the prince feels his irritation melt away.

When the sun begins to dip below the horizon, they veer off the main road and set up camp in the forest.

Alexander sends three guards off to find fire wood and food. Sitting under a tree, the prince drapes his cloak around Snow’s shoulders and pulls her in so that her side is against his chest.

Snow’s body tenses up, and then slowly relaxes as she leans into his warmth.

Alexander’s gaze floats over to the dwarfs.

They are huddled together, trying to stay warm against the chilly night breeze. One of them sees Alexander and casts him a suspicious look.

In reply, the prince’s mouth twists into a contemptuous sneer. This is my princess’s only flaw, he thinks. She is too kind and makes friends with these filthy creatures.

The guards return with two plump rabbits and start building a fire. Upon seeing the dead animals, the dwarfs gasp and Snow whimpers.

“You are eating our friends?” She whispers, a horrified expression on her face.

Alexander turns her towards him and strokes her hair soothingly. “No, no, Darling, I’m sure they were already died when my guards found them.” Fury burns in the prince’s eyes as he turns to look at the guards, his expression promising punishment and death. “Am I right?” He says through clenched teeth.

The terrified guards bob their heads up and down in agreement.

“Yes, yes, of course. They were dead when we found them.”

“See, Honey? It’s alright.” Snow raises her head and looks into his eyes. He can tell that she doesn’t believe him.

“If they were already dead, we should bury them.”

“Of course, Sugarplum, my guards were just about to do that. Were you not?” Alexander directs the last part at his guards.

“Yes, yes, we were just about to do that. We will go bury them now.” They look to the prince for permission and scramble away when he jerks his head in dismissal.

Turning back to his princess, Alexander’s face softens. “What would you like to eat, my dear?”

“I am not hungry. I think I will just sleep.”

His arms encircling her, the prince gently rocks her back and forth. “Sweet dreams, Princess.”

Alexander wakes to the sound of feet shuffling through the grass. He keeps his eyes closed and listens, trying to locate the source of the sound. Once he establishes that the footsteps seem to be moving away from him, he rips his sword from its scabbard and leaps to his feet.

A few meters away from him, a figure walks along the edge of the camp.

“Who are you? Show yourself,” the prince commands.

The figure ignores him and continues walking.

Alexander spares a quick glance at the sleeping bodies on the ground, wondering why no one is keeping watch.

The snap of a twig brings the prince’s attention back to the figure.

“Your Highness,” a voice says from behind and Alexander swings his sword.

It slices into the tree behind him as the guard ducks just in time.

“What in the world are you doing? Why did you not alert everyone to the danger if you were awake?”

“Because it is her, Your Highness.”

Alexander turns just as the figure steps into a sliver of moonlight.

“Snow!”

Snow White blinks at the prince. “Yes?”

“Why are you walking around in the middle of the night?”

Snow breaks into a dazzling smile. “Oh, because I got bored of sleeping!”

By now the rest of the guards and a few of the dwarfs are awake. Alexander motions for them to go back to sleep and leads Snow back to where she was sleeping.

“Come now, get some rest. We still have a lot of travelling to do tomorrow.”

The second day is much like the first. At sunset, the group stops to make camp in the ever present forests that reside beside the road.

When the guards pull out the left over cheese and bread from their saddlebags, Snow asks why there is no meat.

“I thought you did not want to eat your friends?” Alexander questions.

Snow laughs as if he had told a joke. “Whatever do you mean by that? The bunnies like it when I eat them!”

Astonished but pleased at the thought of eating meat, Alexander sends the guards out to hunt.

While the dwarfs still refuse to eat the rabbits, Snow takes large bites and chews happily.

On the third day of travel, Snow is silent. She does not so much as acknowledge the others when they speak to her and instead sits rigidly on Alexander’s horse.

At noon, the group arrives at the prince’s castle. Before he can even dismount, Alexander is approached by a white haired servant.

“Your Highness,” he bows deeply. “The king wants you at his castle immediately. His Majesty has received an urgent message from your brother, Prince Henrik.”

Alexander’s face darkens with irritation and the servant’s hands tremble in expectation of a lashing for being the bearer of displeasing news. The prince, however, simply dismounts to help Snow White down before climbing back onto his horse.

“This is Princess Snow and she is your future queen,” Alexander announces. “I want four royal guards with her at all times. You are to obey her as you would obey me and should any harm come to her, you will all be begging for death.”

And with that, Prince Alexander leaves.

As soon as Alexander is gone, Snow begins to giggle hysterically. “Yay! The snowman is gone and I do not have to be quiet like a little feather anymore!”

The old servant looks at her questioningly. “Snowman, Your Highness? Do you mean Prince Alexander?”

Snow laughs louder. “The snowman’s name is Prince Alligator? That’s a funny name!” Then she grabs the servant. “Hey, what is your name?”

The man bows deeply. “You may call me Albert, Your Highness. I am the —”

The princess’s loud gasp interrupts him. “That is a huge castle! I want to go exploring!” She dashes off, leaving Albert flabbergasted.

As Snow glides through the Palace doors and into a grand hallway, she hears several voices calling her and turns.

The dwarfs hurry to catch up to her and a nervous servant follows behind. “Hello, friends.”

“Snow, are you feeling alright? You have been acting very strange lately and—”

Snow waves away the dwarves’ concern. “Do not worry about me. I am perfectly fine. Now shoo! You guys go do your big people stuff!”

Reluctantly, the dwarves follow the servant to their rooms and Snow continues on.

Numbed by excitement, it takes Snow a while to realize that she is being followed by four guards. She stops to wait for them to catch up, but they stop as well. Snow takes a few steps forwards and then halts.

The guards do the same.

Intrigued, the princess approaches the guards. “Who are you guys, and why do you keep copying me?”

“With no disrespect, Your Highness, we are not copying you. We are simply following His Highness’ orders to keep you safe. Walking a certain distance behind is to allow Your Highness as much privacy as possible without being too far to protect.”

Snow gives them a confused look. “I do not understand what you just said. Are you speaking in riddles perhaps?” She taps her chin thoughtfully then clasps her hands together in delight. “Oh silly me, you must be snow angels, right?”

“Actually---”

“Hush now, let us go explore the castle some more!”

As the sun is dipping below the horizon, Snow approaches yet another large staircase. On this one, however, she notices a small figure slumped against the bottom two steps.

The figure lets out a loud snore and Snow laughs in recognition.

“Sleepy!”

The dwarf barely stirs.

Snow bends down and shakes him but Sleepy remains asleep. With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, the princess kneels close to her friend’s ear and screams.

Sleepy shrieks and curls into a fetal position. At the sound of Snow’s laughter, he looks up and scowls in annoyance.

Snow flashes him an angelic smile. “Come explore the castle with me, Sleepyhead!” Without waiting for a response, she grips the dwarf by his shoulders and steers him down an adjacent corridor.

They round a corner and Snow suddenly stops.

“Oh, what is that sound? It is like the sparrows outside our cottage!”

The guards blink in surprise.

“I believe that is the washing machines in the laundry room, Your Highness,” one guard says. He gestures to a room at the end of the corridor.

Snow tilts her head questioningly. “A wishing machine, you say? Well what are we waiting for, let us go look at it!” She flits to the door and into the room, tugging Sleepy along.

The guards follow.

The laundry room is bustling with laundresses and maids who immediately drop into low curtsies at the sight of Snow. The princess does not notice them, too awed by the large machines that line the walls. She walks to one.

“This is a wishing machine?” She asks.

“No, Your Highness,” a nearby laundress says. “It is a washing machine. It cleans dirty clothing.”

“Cleans?” Snow looks at the laundress contemplatively, then turns to Sleepy. “You should go in, Sleepy! You must be so dirty from sleeping on the steps.” She nudges the dwarf toward the machine but he shakes his head furious.

“No, no, that is not---”

“You silly goose, you must want me to go in first because you are such a gentleman, right? Thank you, but I insist that you go first.”

“Your Highness,” the laundress says quickly, “I do not believe that that is a good idea.”

Snow turns to look the laundress and cocks her head. She smiles brightly. “Oh, how rude of me. Would you like to go first? Let me help you climb in!” The princess reaches out a hand.

The laundress immediately falls to her knees.

“P-Please forgive me, Your Highness, I did not m-mean to contradict your orders. I promise it will never happen again!” The laundress grovels, her body trembling. “I-I have two children…Please…” she whimpers.

Snow looks down at the woman thoughtfully. “Well, you are quite clean so I guess you can go in next time.” She turns to the guards. “My friends, can you help Sleepy into the machine?”

The dwarf darts toward the door.

The stunned guards hesitate, but quickly capture him and drag him to the washing machine.

“STOP! PLEASE, STOP! SNOW---”

“Why, Sleepy, you are much too dramatic,” Snow titters, “you will feel so much better once you are clean!”

The dwarf kicks and thrashes but the guards easily subdue him. They shove his squirming form into the machine and close the lid.

“Tell the machine to start cleaning, please,” the princess says to the laundress who is still on the ground. “I wish to continue exploring. When Sleepy is clean, please send him to find me so that I can have my turn.”

“Y-Yes, Your H-Highness.”

Snow taps the machine. “Have fun in there, Sleepy! I shall see you at dinner.” She nods at the laundress.

The woman shakily climbs to her feet and squeezes her eyes shut as she reaches for a button on the machine. She presses it and the machine roars to life, the sound of water muffling Sleepy’s screams.

“Look at how much fun he is having! I cannot wait for my turn,” Snow White says as she turns and leaves, the four guards following behind her.

End of Part One

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