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Pairing: Captain Connor x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Really bad patois, I'm so sorry if it offends. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, doggy, dirty talk, angst if you squint, nipple worship, reader is able to get picked up, described with a tattoo, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some, I'm rusty. None of this is time period accurate LOL
Summary: You have been stuck inside a tavern during a nasty storm with patrons who are itching for a fight. When you thought things couldn't get worse, the only man who had your heart comes through the door as if two years hadn't passed. Time does not heal all wounds.
Word Count: 4,026k
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A/N: Be gentle, it's been a while π₯²π₯² However, I couldn't get this idea out of my mind so enjoy! It was so hard to get back on the horse, but I'm glad I did! Thank you so much for all of your support. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.
The raging storm outside howled and caused the wooden shutters to bang against the frame. The storm hadn't let up for the past two days, as if the sky gods raged some kind of war in the heavens.
"You what?" A gruff, drunk voice yelled from across the room. Though music played from a piano in the corner, all eyes in the room turned towards the middle. A bear of a man with a hunched back and orange-red hair stood, shoving his stool backwards.
The man he argued with, a tall but sturdy man with a black beard and a bald head stood up as well, his own stool sliding across the floor making you flinch from the sound. You huffed and cast your eyes to the ceiling. Not again.
You turned away from the table you were serving and rushed behind the bar, grabbing a broom. "There'll be no fighting!" Roma, the owner of the tavern and inn banged her hand on the bar top. You shared a look with her. This was getting entirely too old.
By now, the two men were in each other's faces, rounds of shoving and curses flying through the air. You didn't want to spend all night serving the lot of them. They became drunker and rowdier, and no one would get to sleep for the night.
You hoped the storm brook soon. You couldn't bear another night, trapped on your feet, running to and fro serving brutish men and weather-worn women. You crossed the room in a mad dash to slide between the two battling men.
You beat at them with the broom. "Enough!" You yelled, your voice loud enough to rival the crack of the shutter.
The heavier of the two, Chase, lifted an arm to ward off your attack. "Alright, ya banshee!" His face flushed red but he stepped out from under your assault.
"Behave your damn selves!" You yelled, giving them all the evil eye. The other man, North, stepped back and threw his hands up.
"There's no need for all of that," he said, grinning. He was smooth, with rich midnight skin and a twinkle in his dark eyes.
You rolled your eyes. "Neva pan yuh life," you shivered. Sadly, there was only one man for you and he was off somewhere on a distant ocean where he belonged. If you never saw him again, it would be too soon.
You whistled towards the piano player, Hayes, a self-declared nomad that traveled all around the island playing for a drink and a bowl of food. He grabbed his ale and drank a healthy amount, some of it spilling onto his already filthy shirt. It used to be white, you think, but now was a sort of yellow-ish gray.
He belched loudly and it dissipated whatever blanket of silence had fallen due to a battle denied. The surrounding patrons laughed, shook their heads, and returned to their earlier merriment. Hayes chose a mildly upbeat tune dancing in his seat as he played.
You supposed it had been quiet for too long. Wishful thinking that you would be able to check on Kordell without having to diffuse a fire. You returned the broom behind the bar and leaned your hip on it.
"I can't wait 'till they all fuck off," Roma sighed, throwing back a shot of her special whiskey that no one knew about. With smooth reddish skin the color of cinnamon, Roma was tiny yet stout. She kept her silky black hair cut short, with a slight flourish at the top.
"You and me both. I think I'm going deaf," you giggled.
Roma chuckled with you, pouring herself another shot and drinking it just as fast. You waved to her as you got back to work, picking up glasses and refilling others. You joked and laughed, listening to Hayes as the tempo increased and the room relaxed.
You gasped as a gust of wind whipped up your green frock around you. You lifted your arm to shelter you from flying twigs and leaves that blew in from the storm and turned towards the newcomer. The patrons around you yelled for the person to shut the door, instant curses and name-calling getting the people worked up again. The volume rose and Hayes played louder, slamming the keys.
Between the storm and being cooped up in this inn, tensions were at an all time high. Like some terrible thing was building below the surface. Like watching the wick of a dynamite get closer and closer. It wouldn't do anyone any good if this place erupted into full on war.
The door slammed shut finally and you were able to lower your arm. Your body froze. That bastard.
Captain Franciso Connor scanned the room until his eyes landed on you. You stood paralyzed as your eyes connected and the Captain crossed the room like a predator trying not to spook its prey.
Sporting an impressive beard, with thick tufts of hair on other side of a mouth set in a grim line, his eyebrows drew together in a deep vee, as if he were angry. Water plastered his salt and pepper hair closer to his scalp, drops beading at the tips of his hair and falling onto his shoulders. Rivulets ran down his black vests and coat with brass buttons, dripping a trail of water across the ground.
His muddy brown eyes never left yours. Somehow, you found the strength to step back. Remembering who the hell you were, you lifted a hand to stop his pursuit but he pressed on as if you hadn't done anything at all.
He grabbed both sides of your head, crushing his lips to yours. And like a fool, your knees shook from the force of it. From the rightness of it. His tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you, sucking on your bottom lip.
You grew damp just from that small action. You were that weak. That fragile. And you hated it. What were these past two years? A joke? Some cruel illusion to remind you how far deep his roots were? Time didn't heal a fucking thing.
The Captain pulled back, breathing heavy. He smelled like salt and smoke and you inhaled, stolen moments and fleeting visits crossing through your mind's eye. Your memories didn't do his scent justice. He rubbed his nose against yours and placed a small kiss on your cheek.
You licked your lips and blinked your eyes a few times. You had to harden yourself against this. You were in control. "Captain," you said.
"That's all you got for me?" He asked, his accent making you want to purr.
You turned your back on him and his teasing question. You couldn't stand there a second longer. You had self-respect. You vowed and you promised. A knot formed in your stomach. You'd thought you'd have been stronger when you saw him again. You thought you'd have been more calm. More collected.
His wet, thundering footsteps followed right behind you, nipping at your damn heels. You caught Roma's eye and she tilted her head, silently asking if you needed help. Yes. No. Yes. You shook your head no as you approached the bar. There were three regulars, burly men who watched the Captain pursue you with stunned expressions on their faces.
Even Hayes had stopped playing to watch the spectacle. You waved your hand, trying to get his attention to keep playing. But he only took another swig from his cup and followed it with a belch.
The Captain wrapped his big paw around your upper arm, forcing you to turn around and meet his gaze. You weren't far off from him, able to almost match his gaze. But he still had some height on you, enough so that when he stepped in closer, you had to look up at him.
"You can't just barge in - "
"Where's your room?" He asked, his gruff voice making your thighs tingle. It had been too long. Entirely too long to the point that you lost hope. Forgot what it even felt like.
"Yuh listening?" You snapped.
Your anger only turned him on more. He crowded you against the bar top and took your hand, looking down at the small tattoo you got with his mark. He rubbed his thumb around the small symbol in that way you particularly missed and you ignored the pang in your chest.
"Mi listening. Mi nuh hear no." He leaned in for another kiss but you turned your head at the last minute, forcing him to kiss your cheek instead.
"You don't get to kiss me anymore," you said, leveling him with an icy stare.
One corner of his mouth nearly lifted, but he only grunted. He leaned close to your ear and sighed. "It's either no or I take you in front of everybody here."
Your pussy liked that visual entirely too much. You became all too aware of the fact that you were still in plain view of everyone inside. The last thing you wanted was everyone to see you tits up and bent over, taking whatever hellish fury the Captain wanted to unleash inside you.
He grabbed your hand when you didn't say anything and you resisted, yanking your arm back. He was stronger, tightening his grip. His wicked smirk made your pussy clench and ache for what his eyes promised. As if he could tell, he pulled you towards the inn, like he'd done every time he came to port.
The inn was separated from the tavern by a thin blue curtain, too bothersome to have something more sturdy due to all the foot traffic. The Captain shoved it aside, dragging you behind him. You couldn't pretend that you hadn't gone to bed nearly every night since his last visit, touching yourself to the thought of his return. But you never actually thought he'd return.
Faced with him now, you fought to escape, afraid of how easily he made you cave. How easily you succumbed on a deeper level you didn't want to think about. Not like you ever switched your room in case he couldn't find you. And not like he didn't know exactly where to go, the furthest door down the hall and to the right.
You hated yourself for it. That you weren't strong enough. That you couldn't put up more of an effort. But how could you? When he held such menacing presence. Like he'd kill at the spin of a coin.
Danger shouldn't turn you on, but for a girl who only knew her island, there was a wildness in the Captain that caused you to live in between happiness and sorrow, suspended between the two. He was the only one who thrilled you and he was the only one who scared you.
The Captain pushed open the door, yanked you inside, and slammed the door shut. You opened your mouth, ready to unleash everything you had wanted to say to him. How many mornings did you lie awake, picturing this exact scenario? That you would give him a piece of your mind. That this time he would listen.
When did the man ever listen?
He rushed in for another kiss, pressing his lips to yours and his hands around your waist. He maneuvered you until your back hit the door and he stepped in to close the gap between your bodies.
You felt the thick imprint of him against your belly and a tiny moan escaped you. Your mind slipped too easily, lulled by the feeling of the Captain licking your neck. He sucked on the vein and your pulse jumped on his tongue.
"Captain," you warned. Though you didn't know what against. If he continued to suck on you like this, you weren't responsible for your actions.
"I didn't plan on being gone so long," he whispered against your neck. The room was quiet enough that his words echoed off of the plain walls. The storm was louder here, Hayes' playing too far away to muffle the sounds of nature.
The wind howled, pushing against your shutters as if it wanted to be let in. The darkened room, lit only by a candle in the corner of the room, away from anything that would cause a fire, added a sinister feeling to the moment. Here was your Captain, the phantom that stalked your dreams. You were in love with a memory and it hurt each and every time he left.
It was as close to an apology as you were going to get. The Captain kissed a downward path until he reached the top of your breasts, placing a kiss against the swell of each one. Your breathing turned ragged as his hands pushed the fabric beneath your breasts. He latched on and sucked on your nipples, alternating between the two once he got one nice and hard under his minstrations. His hands bunched up your frock, dragging it slowly against your skin making you squirm.
"Tell me you missed me," he said, his eyes flicking to yours. Shadows played across his severe face, his eyes softer now that you were alone and there was no one around.
"No," you said. You still tried to remain control of that. He was as much a roll in the bed as you were for him. There was no feelings. When he left again, it wouldn't hurt as much this time.
He lifted the hem pass your hips, exposing your drawers to him. He made quick work of the drawstring, pulling it free and letting the fabric slip over your thick thighs. You shivered when his fingers touched your bare skin.
He wasted no time, trailing his fingers between your legs, discovering your lies right then and there. He chuckled low in his throat. "You sure?" He asked.
You opened your mouth to respond but then his questing fingers found your clit. He rubbed slow circles, getting you worked up in less than half a second. You clutched onto his arms, nails digging for purchase in his coat.
He used his other hand to lower his own britches, freeing his heavy dick. He palmed himself and rubbed up and down, groaning, his lips inches from yours. You bit his lip and he growled, removing his hand from between your legs.
He lifted you with ease, spreading you open, and shoved inside with one savage thrust that made you see stars.
"Fuuuck!" You groaned, your strangled moan scraping over your vocal chords. You tried to resist. You tried to hold it in. But dammit, you missed this.
If this were a cruel dream, you didn't want to wake up. If you were a moment away from opening your eyes, on the bed not far away, you'd rather fall to hell. Nothing could have prepared you for being completely full again.
The Captain moaned, such stark relief in his tone that you clenched around him. He shook in your arms as he increased his speed, pounding into you. Your wet pussy allowed him slippery access to go deeper, harder.
Your cries tore from your lips, full of delicious, sweet pain. He fit you exactly. The tip of his dick glided along your inner walls, dick throbbing. Filthy, lewd, wet smacking filled the room, the smell of sex rising in the air. You grabbed hold of the lapels of his coat and held on for dear life while he fucked you like you held the key to Davy Jones' locker.
Tears came unbidden to your eyes slipping down the sides of your cheek. You dropped your head to the side so that he wouldn't see, but he only groaned and dug his hands into your thighs.
"Look at me," he demanded.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck. S'good," you moaned. You didn't want to. You shouldn't. Your eyes found his anyway and he bit his lip, a soft curse escaping him.
Your lips clumsily found his, his tongue diving inside to play with yours. But you were drowning too fast, too soon, plunging down into the strongest orgasm you'd had in two years. You screamed, shaking against the door, the sound of the storm buffering your keening cries.
It had been too long. Emotions you didn't want to name came bubbling to the surface. But you shoved it down with every ounce of willpower you had.
"That's it, love. Daddy's home," he said, groaning from the force of his climax. His searing hot seed pumped load after load inside you, making you quiver from the sensation.
That triggered another orgasm. Or perhaps it was a continuation of the first. You didn't know where one started and the other other ended. You were lost, your entire body taken over by his body against yours, his vest rubbing against your nipples, the door's hinge suffering from the onslaught of his strokes.
The rough, fuzzy fabric of his coat was your anchor on the way back down. The Captain kissed your cheeks and your tears dripped onto his lips. He kissed you, letting you taste the salt, while he softened enough to slip from you.
You felt so empty without him inside you already. "I still hate you," you said, though you lost some of the heat. You missed the bastard. And you'd sooner peel paint with your nails than admit it to him.
The Captain chuckled and placed you on your feet. You slid down his body, thighs tender from having them around his hips for so long. "By the end of tonight, you'll love me again," he said with all the arrogance in his tone.
"Neva," you said, even as he pulled you toward your bed. You swung your hips and he groaned, leaving light taps against your ass and making the room echo with the sound.
The candle light flickered as the Captain made you climb onto the full sized bed on your knees. The stiff mattress was nothing special, but it was more than enough for now. Your thin baby blue blanket got bunched in all the moving and you shoved it further out of the way.
The Captain slapped your ass, hard enough to sting and make you hiss. One of his hands disappeared briefly before he pressed his wet thumb into your ass. You jerked and moaned, your pussy clenching from the tight intrusion.
"Missed you too, love," the Captain chuckled.
"Maybe you're just a good fuck," you said. The swift retribution with a smack to your ass caused ripples across your cheeks. You yelped but as the sting bloomed into a warming tingle, you moaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.
"You know I don't like it when you lie," he said. His clothes rustled as he ditched the coat and vest, allowing him more movement.
"Fuckβ" Your curse bit off as he slipped back inside, fully erect. He dug his fingers into the top of your ass cheeks and you moaned from the bite of pain. He held on like he actually missed you, like he'd been counting down the days to get back inside you. You refused to let the thought take hold. You just had to steal what you could and guard against the rest.
You leaned on your elbows and met him stroke for stroke, slapping your ass against his thighs. Incoherent words and noises fell from his lips, too low to decipher if it was English or one of the dozens of languages he knew.
"Captain," you moaned, already so close to the peak you felt like you would burst apart.
The Captain hissed as you clenched around him. He slid his hands further up your body, beneath your frock, to cup his hands around your waist. His punishing strokes hit a spot so deep inside you screamed and shook on his dick, curling into yourself from the force of it.
The Captain continued his thrusting, fucking and rutting into you with a ferocity he never possessed before. Whatever he experienced on the seas the past two years, it changed him in a way. He poured it all into you, fucking you through an extended orgasm, once more stealing all rational thought from your mind.
He grunted and stilled, buried to the hilt. He pumped load after load, the head of his dick throbbing. He leaned down and kissed your exposed back, took a bite of your ass, and then licked the sting away.
"Now I can have a pint," he said, sliding out of you only to ram back in.
"Fuck," you moaned. He left at last, leaving you stuffed with a reminder of him.
"Come with me," he said. He stuffed his dick inside his britches and cleaned himself up. You had no strength in your body, but you climbed out of the bed, not looking him in the eye.
Your Captain wasn't a hugger. He didn't do soft after stripping you raw. Sex for him wasn't like how it was for you. So powerful and unnameable. It took you a moment to climb back down to earth. You made your way to the basin in one corner of the room, prepared to clean yourself.
"Not yet," he barked. "I've still got plans for you."
Your body tingled. There was no way you could survive another second with him home where he belonged. But hell, who were you kidding at this point? There was nothing you wouldn't have said yes to. All your posturing was for naught. He had you the instant he stepped in from the storm.
You were so blissfully satiated, that you fixed yourself up, his cum seeping between your legs. With the frock back where it belonged, you felt scandalous having his seed still inside you while you paraded around a tavern full of exasperated people. But you didn't have it in you to care anymore.
The Captain led the way back to the bar. Upon entering, the place cheered at the sight of you. Your cheeks instantly flamed and you waved everyone off while the Captain cheered along with them.
You rolled your eyes. They'll roll out of your head soon enough, as your grandmother used to say, but you ignored the male shenanigans.
"Mommy!" A tiny voice called out followed by teetering footfalls.
The bubble you were in popped with a vicious smack. Your heart sped up as your son, Kordell, came running into the tavern. He immediately sought you out, running to wrap his tiny arms around your legs.
Your friend, Tawni, came running after him with a huge apology. "I fell alseep too," she said, shaking her head.
You picked Kordell up, his chubby soft brown cheeks and wide brown eyes were the spitting image of the Captain. You swung your gaze to him and he stared at you with an expression you were too scared to decipher.
He didn't quite look angry. But he didn't look happy either. You bounced Kordell on your hip while Tawni tried to distract him back to her arms and off to bed. Kordell turned his head to avoid her.
"Who's that," his voice grew smaller at the strange man he never met. The Captain remained still, locked in place. A part of you died a little, giving up a seed of hope that the Captain wouldn't be the bastard you loved and reached for the most beautiful thing you two created.
You swallowed around the lump in your throat. You didn't know what to do here. What to say. It was obvious from the look on the Captain's face that he was more than shocked. But he stood, frozen, eyes dancing between you and your son.
The Captain's hard stare landed on you, a brief flash of betrayal, before he turned and left the tavern, into the dark, thunderous storm outside. The door slammed shut and you flinched. You ignored the prick of tears in your eyes.
"No one, baby. Let's get you off to sleep," you said.
You took one last look at the door, not knowing if the Captain needed to cool off or if he was back to his first mistress, the sea.
There will be more! The Secret Captain Connor Files
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