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Captain Chat Noir was merely nine years old when he was tossed overboard from his father’s galleon for disobeying orders. Some said that he was born from bad luck and so he was given the name, Chat Noir due to the superstition of black cats. Having a polydactyl black cat on board a vessel was good luck and so he hoped being named after such would bring him some. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing seemed to bring him it.

He sighed and fell back into his wooden chair, bringing his mug of grog to his lips as his good luck charm leaped onto his desk. The sliding of his black cat’s paws along the maps and parchment made him curse. He grabbed the brass candle stick before it could fall to the floor and start a fire on the ship.

“Bastard cat,” Chat Noir cursed and brought his cup to his lips, taking a long drink and cringing at the less than favorable flavor. “God, I cannot wait to get to port, hm?” He scratched beneath his cat’s chin with a smirk. “Ladies, food, drink… supplies and a nice bath. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for a nice warm bath and a warm bed with a wench in it.”

“What would any of us give, Captain.” Nino, his quartermaster, walked into his quarters to talk to him.

“What say you?” Chat Noir brought his boots down from his desk onto the wood deck and leaned onto his desk, trying to ignore how the sea made their vessel shift and bob. The weighted golden hoops in his ears only did so much to help with his sea sickness.

“We’re arriving at port soon, Captain.” Nino brought his mug of grog to his lips and sat down on Chat Noir’s bed.

“How soon?” Chat Noir ran his fingers behind Plagg’s twitching ears and scratched before a mouse distracted the aloof cat and made him run off. Chat Noir peered up at Nino with interest, finishing his drink.

“Few hours.” Nino shrugged, unsure of how soon they would be there exactly. He could only guess, which Chat Noir had taken into account.

“Gather a log of supplies that need to be replenished until then for me.” Chat Noir gestured for his friend to go away to do his duties.

“Yes, Captain.” Nino nodded and left Chat Noir alone.

Chat Noir sighed and stood up, walking over to a wooden chest to get ready. He crouched down and opened it, taking in the items that filled the inside. From clothing to treasures that he had gathered along the way as a pirate. When he was nine years old Captain Fu had found him floating on a bit of wood in the middle of the ocean. He had saved him and given him the very name he was known by. Of course, tales had broken out as he had aged. None of them pretty.

He was known for pillaging, plundering, and more unpleasantries, but those that truly knew him… which were few… knew that he wasn’t as they said. Yes, he set vessels aflame but only those that had wronged him or those he cared most about, and he had never murdered anyone. He merely would place them on an island, plunder their vessel, and then set it ablaze. Sometimes, he would simply use the element of surprise and take what he needed before leaving. Occasionally, he would tell a simple fantastical story to get what he needed, using empty threats to accomplish it. But he never murdered a man, woman, or child.

He lived by the power of vote as most did within piracy, letting every man have a chance to speak and give their case. Nothing on board was done without putting it through vote and booty was split equally amongst his crew. Most captains would take a higher cut, but he never wanted it. He’d rather stay an equal to an extent, which many did not agree with.

Chat Noir quickly went to work getting ready to go ashore, throwing on an elaborate outfit made from fabulous emerald silks and black fabrics. He rarely dressed up due to the amount of water that sloshed across the deck and along his feet. Most of his men went barefoot and wore a mishmash of clothing depending on what they had scavenged from vessels.

He focused on getting ready, trying to not think about how many more knots they had to travel still to reach the treasure that lied beneath the waves. A treasure that everyone around him was after as well. He sighed and peered up as his quartermaster returned with a log of what they needed for the rest of their journey.

“We are at port, Captain.” Nino nodded and left Chat Noir alone again.

Chat Noir nodded and grabbed his pistol, putting it in place on his holster, and headed to the docks to get off his galleon. A few men stayed on board to keep watch, as they stepped off it. He made his way down the pier, making sure one of his men was tending to the sale of jerky in order to get them some coin.

He hadn’t been to port in so long and all he wanted was a nice bath. A tavern stood off to the right and he headed towards it. But right as he was about to step foot inside, a commotion brought his attention elsewhere.

“Wife for sale! Beautiful and a good lay, she is! A fine wench!”

Chat Noir gritted his teeth, turning around to find a woman with dark hair piled up on top of her head and a dress that had seen better days. She seemed nervous and upset with the way tears streamed down her cheeks and her hands trembled in front of her hips. A loose rope was placed around her neck and the end of it trailed over to her husband. Her eyes were a beautiful blue that reminded him of the sea and something deep inside him drew him towards the auction. He hated practices such as this and usually he kept out of it, but he couldn’t when her saddened gaze locked on his. Her eyes were full of desperation, and he could practically hear her cries for help.

Chat Noir sighed and raised a hand to bid. All around him, men whistled and hollered. They laughed and called her atrocious names. Chat Noir knew it was bad luck to bring a woman on board his vessel, but there was nothing else he could do. He had to save her, had to have her.

He raised his hand again to bid. It took a few more raises before he outbid everyone and secured her as his property. She looked worried and scared as her husband took the mysterious man’s coin and passed him the rope.

“You needn’t do that,” the woman sighed and peered down at her feet.

“Let’s get this off you, m’lady.” Chat Noir took the rope from around her neck, shocking her more.

“I promise to make you happy, sir,” she curtsied, and Chat Noir sighed.

“I don’t wish for your services. What’s your name?” Chat Noir rolled the rope around his elbow and hand before tossing the bundle aside.

“Marinette, sir.” She worried her bottom lip and didn’t meet his eyes.

“Captain Chat Noir,” Chat Noir held his hand out for her.

She placed her hand in his and he bowed to softly kiss along her knuckles. He stood up straight with a cunning smile. A blush fell on her cheeks, and she let her bottom lip go.

“Thank you, Captain Chat Noir.” Marinette bowed slightly and followed him to the tavern.

“Are you hungry?” Chat Noir didn’t peer back at her as he led her into the establishment that he had been headed towards to begin with.

“Famished,” Marinette swallowed hard, taking in the music and women being railed against various surfaces.

Men played cards and drank, while eyeing the wenches around them. She licked her lips and swallowed hard, wondering who exactly she had gotten saved by. If she could even call it that at this point. She was beginning to wonder if her good luck had worn out.

“Do you intend to lie with me?” Marinette swallowed hard as he pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

“No. Did you want for me to?” Chat Noir smirked and winked at her from across the table.

“No, no. I just- I assumed since you bought me as your property…” Marinette hid in her hair and Chat Noir burst out laughing.

“If I wanted a quick fuck, I would grab one of these cheap whores.” Chat Noir raised a hand and swirled it around to gesture to the room. “I actually felt sorry for you, m’lady, or should I call you wench.”

Marinette covered her mouth as she burst out in a sharp giggle. She brought her hand down and licked her lips with a blush, “You are quite crass, Captain Noir.”

“So, I’ve been told. How about some food and drink? Surely, you did say you were famished, did you not?” Chat Noir winked at her before standing up to go to the bar to order them sustenance.

Marinette sat at the table, playing with her skirt and taking in the dirty fabric. Her husband and her hadn’t had much money and he had been selling her in order to pay a debt that he owed. She hadn’t married him for love, but rather because she was expected to. What she didn’t expect was for her husband to sell her off, but it was the way it worked. Was it legal? No, but there was no way to divorce her, so the next best thing was to sell her at port like the rest of stock around her. But for some reason this Captain had chosen to save her, and she wasn’t sure if this was a good omen or not.

She swallowed hard, watching the man walk back to her with a certain way about him. He was stopped along the way by a wench, but as he spoke to her, he kept his eyes locked on Marinette instead. A few moments later and he was on his way back to their table and setting down plates of food and drink.

“Sure you weren’t a wench for a time, Captain?” Marinette teased and giggled, as he smirked and sat down.

“So, maybe I was.” Chat Noir winked at her and picked up a roll to take a bite from it. “And you? What’s your story?”

“I was forced into a loveless marriage and when he needed debts paid… he brought me here to be auctioned with the rest of the lot.” Marinette shrugged and swallowed hard. “You?”

“Doubt I need to share my story with you. I’m sure you’ve heard enough,” Chat Noir scoffed and brought his cup of ale to his lips.

“I actually have not.” Marinette brought a vegetable to her lips.

“Really?” Chat Noir was surprised to say the least that she hadn’t heard of him.

“Nope. Your name isn’t familiar to me, but that might be because my husband tried to keep me from piracy and privateering.” Marinette sighed and fell back against her chair. “So, enlighten me.”

Chat Noir chewed on his bottom lip, realizing that he could actually tell her who he truly was, and the rumors wouldn’t corrupt her like so many others. He stabbed a piece of meat and ate it before he began to tell his story.

“I was tossed off a ship at the age of nine by my father for being disobedient. I probably floated in the ocean for days on a piece of driftwood before an old Chinese man found me. His name was Captain Fu. He took me aboard and as I grew up and learned sailing along with traditional Chinese medicine, I commandeered my own vessel. Of course, I joined the great race to find the lost treasure that is spilled through the Caribbean because what else is a man to do, who has nothing else to live for. No family, no job, no nothing. All I know is sailing and traditional medicine.” Chat Noir poked at the food on his plate.

“So, naturally, all you can do is Captain a vessel,” Marinette nodded and put a piece of meat into her mouth.

“Exactly, m’lady, all I know to do is such. Of course, that means that I also must pillage vessels. I started with a sloop and moved up to a galleon, taking in men who felt useless and giving them something to do with their idle hands besides pleasuring themselves for sport.” Marinette choked on her ale at the last words that fell from his mouth.

“I beg your pardon.” Marinette set her mug down.

“You understood,” Chat Noir winked at her and took a sip from his mug. “Men get lonely at sea. Either you pick a mate to have your way with or you got your hand. Pick wisely. One knows when to shut up and just take it.”

“Again, I hope you’ve gathered that I am not always one to just ‘shut up and take it’, Captain Noir.” Marinette gave him an insulted expression.

“I gathered you weren’t, m’lady. I wasn’t meaning you or any lady that is.” Chat Noir smiled and went back to eating.

“Even a wench?” She stressed the last word with a blush.

“Even a wench,” Chat Noir smiled and froze when he felt fingertips run along his shoulders.

They leaned closer and whispered against his ear, “Would you like to have a go, Captain?”

Chat Noir set down his utensil and peered over his shoulder to smile at the woman, “Not tonight, love, but I see a gentleman over there that is looking for a flower like you.”

She nodded and took off towards a man, who was watching from far away. Chat Noir gave his attention back to Marinette with a warm smile. She was beyond shocked that he hadn’t taken the offer.

“Call me surprised,” Marinette finished her meal.

“What?” Chat Noir raised an eyebrow at her.

“You didn’t take her up on her offer.” Marinette shrugged and picked up her mug.

“I believe I told you if I was looking for a quick fuck I-” Chat Noir was interrupted by the woman across from him.

“Then you would grab one of these cheap whores. I understood quite well, Captain.” Marinette brought her mug to her lips and finished her drink. “But am I not one?”

“No,” Chat Noir shook his head and finished his meal.

“How do you gather?” Marinette crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “I already said I wouldn’t put up a fight.”

“That doesn’t make you a whore, m’lady.” Chat Noir stood up and grabbed his plate, taking hers as well.

Marinette watched him take the dishes back to the bar, tapping on the side of her mug. He was an odd man with how he could be so crass and unapologetic yet nice at the same time. It confused her. She didn’t know which side was him.

He walked back and held out his arm for her. She stood up and took it, following him out of the tavern. “Now, surely you know the rules of the sea.”

“I’m afraid I do not, Captain.” Marinette sighed, letting him stroll her around the port.

“If I let you on my ship… it’s bad luck and a capital offense to have a woman on board.” Chat Noir cleared his throat and stopped, turning her around to face him.

“So, you’ll have to leave me.” Marinette peered down, realizing what he was saying.

“No, but you’ll need a disguise to board my ship, love.” Chat Noir touched beneath her chin and raised her saddened gaze to his. “We’ll be needing clothes for ya.” He winked at her and watched a smile appear on her lips.

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Chat Noir walked up to the barkeep and purchased a room for the night. He walked back to grab Marinette, leading her to the room and closing the door behind himself. He smiled at her, as she peered around herself and chose to sit on the bed.

“I will be right back. I’m going to grab some clothing from my vessel for you. I should have something that will work. Lock the door behind me. I will knock thrice when I return.” Chat Noir smirked and kissed her hand before leaving.

He shut the door behind himself and heard the locks click before he made his way out of the tavern and towards his galleon. Chat Noir quickly made his way down the dock to hop onto his vessel, finding the men he left to keep watch still there.

They were playing music and drinking while telling stories about mermaids and krakens. Chat Noir shook his head and made his way into his quarters. He was greeted by a happy trill from Plagg. Chat Noir shook his head and leaned down to run his hand along the black cat’s fur.

“I need clothing,” Chat Noir scratched behind Plagg’s ear and continued his search.

He didn’t want to leave Marinette alone in that tavern for long. It wasn’t the safest place for her, and he wouldn’t have left her if he had been able to bring her aboard with him. He flung open his wooden chest and sorted through his clothing, finding a pair of old trousers and a shirt. He tugged out a pistol and a holster that he no longer used. He grabbed a cutlass, which he no longer had use for due to buying a better one. The last item he grabbed was a journal, quill, and ink before heading back off his ship with the bundle of clothes.

He hurried back into the tavern and stopped by the bar to call for a warm bath. Chat Noir tucked the items in the crook of his left arm and knocked on the door three times, hearing the bolts undo and finding a very worried Marinette at the door.

“You alright?” Chat Noir searched her gaze and watched a relieved smile appear on her face.

“Yes,” Marinette nodded. “Nothing happened, I was just worried is all.”

“Glad to hear it,” Chat Noir smiled and stepped past her once she had moved away from the door.

He shut the door behind himself and set the clothing on the bed. Marinette was about to ask something when there was a knock at the door and hot water was brought in. Chat Noir thanked them and grabbed the white linens that were folded to the side to lay into the wooden tub.

“Thought we could use a bath. Not together of course.” Chat Noir raised his hands and used the hot water to fill the tub, letting the hot steam billow up.

Chat Noir grabbed the dish that held a bar of soap. He brought it to his nose and hummed at the lemon balm and lavender scent of it. God, he missed bathing while out to sea. He smiled over at Marinette and set it closer to the tub.

“I will turn my back and probably write while you bathe first. I will afterwards.” Chat Noir warmly smiled and sat on the other side of the bed.

“Are you sure that you do not wish to bathe first?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, I’d rather you not bathe in the filthy water of a man at sea for months on end, m’lady. Plus, the water will only stay warm for so long.” Chat Noir grabbed his leather-bound journal and sat at a vanity with it.

Chat Noir kept his back turned with one hand over his eyes, as he heard her wrestling with her dress. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat pooling between his legs and begging for him to pay attention to it after so long. He focused on writing, cataloging what he and his crew had done. The sound of her feet touching the water, brought his focus back away from the journal and he cursed the sea Gods for putting this woman into his life.

The incessant nagging of his cock kept tugging at him and begging for him to touch it, but he couldn’t. What he could do was pay for a whore and fuck her instead, but he thought that impolite since he had Marinette to watch after now. He slammed his elbow on the vanity and gripped his golden hair in his fist, trying to ignore her hums and soft moans of being in the warm water. The soft trickling of her taking the water and pouring it down her shoulders and breasts. How her nipples were probably hard from the chill of being free from the warm embrace of the water. How the scent of lavender and lemon balm invaded the room and made him bite his bottom lip and flex in his trousers. God, how he wanted to sit behind her in that tub and lather the soap in his hands. How he wanted to run his hands up to cup her breasts and play with her nipples. How she would lean back against his chest and sigh and roll her hips and-

“I really do feel bad for bathing before you, you know,” Marinette softly spoke and brought Chat Noir out of his lascivious thoughts.

“It’s fine, really.” Chat Noir dipped his quill into the bottle of wet ink, not letting the concept of the tip getting wet pass his mind as something more personal. He groaned and tapped the paper with the tip, leaving blotches of black ink behind.

“What’s wrong?” Marinette raised a linen up to run along her arm.

“Nothing,” Chat Noir cleared his throat and wrote a sentence down.

“Am I distracting you?” Marinette smirked and ran the wet cloth along her arm. “Look at me, Captain.”

Chat Noir gripped the quill in his hand, nearly breaking it, before peering over to watch her run the linen along her slender neck. Droplets of water were left in its’ wake, and she chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before letting it go from her teeth.

Chat Noir’s eyes scanned over her back, and he watched her grab the soap and hold it out to him. “What?”

“Can you wash my back? I always find it terrible to reach.” Marinette blushed, and Chat Noir didn’t know if it was because of him or because of the hot water heating her skin to make it glow the way it was.

Chat Noir set his quill down and walked over, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows before kneeling beside the tub. His hand barely touched the edge when she softly spoke something he never thought she would say.

“Would it not be easier if you were in here with me?” Marinette peered over her shoulder at him.

“Are you sure?” Chat Noir swallowed hard, feeling his cock flex again and throb.

Marinette nodded and scooted forward to give him room the climb in behind her. “You know I would have rather you bathed first. You must be tired and hurting from being at sea for so long. All that labor puts a lot on the muscles.”

Chat Noir peered down and softly laughed, “I cannot deny what it is that you say.”

“Hot water would do your muscles a lot of good.” Marinette watched him stand and turn around to undo the buttons on his trousers. She looked away quickly as he began to lower his pants and remove his holster, tossing them onto the bed.

Chat Noir removed his boots and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He peered at her, wondering if he really should be doing this or not. His hard cock flexed in response, making him wonder how much control he would actually have once he was sitting in the warm water with her. He took a deep breath and walked over, stepping over the side of the wooden tub and shivering at the difference of temperature between the warm water and the cooler air outside it.

He slowly eased in behind her with a groan, as the warm water caressed his skin and made him feel better. “Fuck, I forgot how amazing a hot bath felt.”

Marinette giggled and continued to wash herself in front of him, “Been a long time?”

“Months, I’m afraid.” Chat Noir sighed and grabbed water to pour over his shoulders and chest. “Damn, this feels glorious.”

“It’s been a while for me too. We were at sea for… I’m unsure of how long.” Marinette giggled and passed him the bar of soap.

“Long enough,” Chat Noir smirked and dipped the bar into the warm water before lathering it in his hands.

He ran the soap along her shoulder blades, massaging it into her soft skin and watching her shoulders relax with each stroke of his hands. Her body felt so small compared to his in his hands, like she would break at any moment. He ran his hands down her back, watching her twitch and lean forward for more. A soft moan passed her lips and made his cock twitch between his thighs.

His calloused fingertips ran down her back and massaged, making her arch her back and tilt her head back in a moan. “God, that feels absolutely stunning.”

Chat Noir smirked and ran his hands back up, massaging along her shoulders to her neck. He ran his fingers up and down the sides of her neck and along her shoulders. His hands trailed down her arms and she scooted back to lean against his chest.

His voice was low and dangerously dark against her ear, “I’m trying ruthlessly hard to be on my best behavior.”

Marinette softly giggled as his cock flexed against her lower back and his fingers interlaced with hers. “Are you now? Your cock seemed to have missed that teaching.”

“My cock listens to no one, not even me.” Chat Noir softly laughed, and she giggled harder.

“How long has it been since a woman warmed your bed?” Marinette brought his hands up to look at them. They were slender and the way his nails were beat up, showed he did work on his vessel and didn’t just sit around idly as some privateers did.

“Mmm… months? Maybe. I gather last port we went to.” Chat Noir shrugged, and his eyes widened, as she got up and turned around to face him. He made sure to lock his eyes with hers’ and to not look down at her breasts.

“And… was she good?” Marinette ran his hands up her thighs, starting from her knees.

He swallowed hard as she ran his hands up her stomach and placed then on her sides. She giggled as she watched the hopeful expression on his face perish.

“You really don’t hide your thoughts well, Captain. I saw that look of disappointment.” Marinette placed her hands on his muscular pecs and bit her bottom lip with a giggle.

“So, it seems I do not.” Chat Noir awkwardly laughed and brushed his thumbs along her ribs.

Marinette shifted and ran her hands along the back of his neck, placing one knee on either side of him. “Should I repay you for rescuing me?”

“No need,” Chat Noir swallowed hard and continued to brush along her ribs in idle thought.

She ran her index finger along his bottom lip and licked her lips, peering down at his full ones. She watched him part his lips and his warm breath feathered along her fingertip. She gripped his chin and brought his gaze up to hers’, running the pad of her thumb down the center of his bottom lip and watching it bounce free as she let it go.

“Are you sure?” She let him go to dip her hands into the warm water and brought them up to run along his cheekbones and sank them into his messy hair. She pushed his hair back, soaking it in water.

Chat Noir closed his eyes and moaned, as she began to wash his hair. Her fingers massaged the soap and water into his salt-coated locks, making him hum in bliss. His cock brushed against her soft folds, and he nearly came undone just from the feel of her against the smooth tip of his cock.

“Marinette,” Chat Noir swallowed hard and slowly opened his eyes to peer at her.

“Shh…” Marinette smiled and rinsed the water through his clean hair. “Let me take care of you.”

“No need to repay me for rescuing you. I wasn’t asking for such payment,” Chat Noir searched her gaze and watched her lashes lower.

“I’m aware, but I am also quite aware that you and I have needs as all men and women do.” Marinette ran her hands along his neck, watching him close his eyes and moan.

“I need to tell you something first.” Chat Noir swallowed hard and slowly opened his eyes to look at her, as she massaged his shoulders and ran her hands down his chest.

“What is it?” She ran her hands down further, ghosting them along his hips.

“My name,” Chat Noir stopped speaking to moan, as her fingers ran along the top of his hardened length. She softly caressed it, gently pulling down to reveal the swollen tip. Her other hand gently caressed his sensitive head as she kept her eyes on his. He shivered and moaned, forgetting what he was going to say.

“Your name?” Marinette ran her fingertips down the sides of his throbbing cock, and she slipped one between them to caress his balls.

He closed his eyes and swallowed, as her hands ran back up to his chest. She wrapped her arms back around his neck and pressed her forehead against his.

“Adrien,” Chat Noir sighed his name, getting lost in the way her folds rubbed against his cock and made the water shift around them.

“Adrien. What a beautiful name,” Marinette moaned against his ear as she rubbed her sensitive clit against the tip of his cock.

Chat Noir reached between them to pull back on his hard shaft, exposing his tip to brush it against her clit. She bit her bottom lip and moaned, brushing against him faster. He ran the tip up and down along her folds, letting her buck her hips against him. Her hands ran along his shoulders and her nails scratched down his pecs. She arched her back and her breasts kissed the air. He peered at her peaked rouged nipples and all he wanted to do was gather them into his warm mouth and lavish them.

Marinette whimpered and gripped his pecs, rolling her hips and chasing her orgasm against his hard cock. Chat Noir peered down, watching her breasts bounce with each brush of her pussy against his tip. He groaned and pumped his hand along his hardened length, feeling it throb and pulse in his hand.

Her body tensed up and her toes curled as she suddenly leaned down and bit his shoulder, screaming into it as she came undone with bucking hips. He moaned and panted, gripping onto her back and running his nails along her sensitive skin as he made a fist and pumped his hand faster around his cock.

He moaned and whispered her name against her ear in a soft groan as he released into the warm water with faster pumps of his hand and hips. Marinette gasped and trailed kisses along his shoulder sinking her fingers into the hair at the back of his head with a giggle.

“Shit,” Chat Noir sighed and licked his lips.

Marinette ran her fingers along his cheeks, watching him visibly relax more. “Better?”

“Thank you,” Chat Noir hummed and pulled her closer, gripping her chin and running his thumb along her bottom lip. “You needn’t do that though. I would have been fine.”

“I wanted to,” Marinette searched his gaze and smiled, shifting her gaze from his eyes to his lips. “Your eyes remind me of the forest.”

“Do they?” Chat Noir smirked and leaned in closer, as she did in return.

“Mm-hm,” Marinette nodded and played with his shoulders beneath her hands.

“Yours remind me of the sea,” Chat Noir sighed and slowly brushed his lips against hers.

She sighed against his kiss, sinking against him and rolling her hips, as his tongue danced along hers. His fingers sank into her hair and undid it, causing her dark hair to cascade down her back. He wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged her head back to trail kisses up her neck, while she moaned.

“Did you want more?” Chat Noir whispered against her throat, near her ear. He heard her swallow hard and smirked.

“Please,” Marinette nodded.

“Sit on the edge of the tub for me, m’lady.” Chat Noir let her go and she slowly scooted back and lifted herself up from the tub to sit on the linens that draped over the side.

He shifted forwards and sat back on his heels to run his fingers up her legs, watching her lean her head back and slowly part them. She bloomed between her thighs, and he groaned at the sight of her deep rose folds between her creamy lower lips. It was like staring into the center of a pink rose and all he wanted to do was taste the sweet nectar that pooled there for him.

“May I?” Chat Noir ran his fingers along her inner thighs and peered up at her.

She slowly tilted her head down to peer at him with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She let her swollen lip go and nodded with a sigh, “Please.”

Chat Noir smirked and trailed kisses along one of her inner thighs, while his hand caressed along her other one. He sighed and felt her relax more to his kisses and gentle touches. He ran his fingertips down the sides of her lower lips, gently caressing it with short strokes. He watched her throb between her thighs and her clit swell. She ran her fingers through his hair as he pressed a soft kiss to her sensitive bud.

She parted her lips and flung her head back as he traced along her inner folds with his warm tongue, lavishing her and making her fingers grip his hair hard and tug. He ran his tongue along her folds, tasting the soap on her skin and getting lost in the soft moans that graced her lips. He placed her legs onto his shoulders, as he wrapped his arms around her and ran his tongue up her folds to lick her clit.

She gasped as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked it gently into his mouth, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue. She parted her lips and trembled, as he let her clit go and pressed a kiss to it. She let out a frustrated whimper, before he went back to lavishing her pussy with his tongue and lips.

She rocked her hips against his mouth, as he ran his hands up to caress her breasts and tease her nipples. Marinette moaned and sank her hands into his hair, caressing his scalp and tugging on his messy wet hair. Chat Noir moaned against her pussy, focusing on her clit and flicking it fast with his tongue. It hardened and throbbed against the tip of his tongue, her legs trembled, and her toes curled. He felt her fingers tighten in his hair and he knew she was close.

He sucked her clit into his mouth again and flicked his tongue against it fast, tugging on her nipples harder, and felt her thighs clamp around his head as her climax ripped through her. She panted and licked her lips, peering down at the man between her legs.

She removed her legs from his shoulders and slipped back into the tub with blushing cheeks. “My apologies.”

Chat Noir laughed and wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand, “Nothing to be sorry for m’lady. If anything, I’d ask for my death to be between those thighs.”

Marinette giggled and blushed harder at his words, feeling more embarrassed about it. She panted and searched his lowered lashes and swollen lips. “Do you…”

Chat Noir smirked and shrugged, “Only if you want to.”

Marinette chewed on her bottom lip and crawled into his lap, running her fingers along his shoulders before tracing his lips with her fingertip. He grabbed her wrist and pressed a soft kiss to her fingertip and pulled it away. She smiled and leaned in to brush her swollen lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him passionately.

Chat Noir sighed against her lips and wrapped his arms around her to lift her from the tub. Water cascaded down from them and back into the tub, as he held her and kissed her harder. He carried her from the tub to the bed in the room, gently laying her down onto it.

Marinette peered up at him, taking in the way his messy hair fell around his face. His nose, tinged pink from the bath along with his dewy skin. He looked positively ethereal in the candlelight. She smiled and traced along his cheekbones with her thumbs, watching him close his eyes and nuzzle her palm. He turned his head to press a kiss to it before leaning down to capture her lips instead.

She rolled her hips in time with him, catching the tip of his cock on her entrance. They moved and his cock dipped inside of her, making them both groan in bliss. He stretched her open and her warm walls soaked and clenched around his cock. Chat Noir buried his face into the crook of her neck, as they rolled their hips, and he sank further into her depths.

She moaned and kissed his shoulder, running her nails along his back and feeling the muscles beneath his skin flex with each movement. Her hands explored down further as she spread her thighs more. She rolled her hips, brushing her sensitive clit against his pelvis, and spread her fingers along his muscular behind to grab it. She yanked him closer by his behind, feeling his muscles work beneath his taut skin with each thrust of his powerful hips. She trembled and bucked her hips harder against him just right, feeling him shift so that the swollen tip of his cock brushed against the bundle of nerves within her.

“Adrien,” she moaned against his ear, turning her head to capture his lips.

He sucked on her tongue before letting it go to brush his lips and tongue against hers, causing them to feel more connected. They sank further beneath the waves of ecstasy as they moved as one, pushing and pulling one another like the tide and the moon, until suddenly they cried out and came together.

Chat Noir sighed and ran his fingers through her damp hair, placing soft kisses to each cheek and corner of her mouth before brushing his lips against hers. She sighed and gripped his wrists, searching his gaze when he pulled away.

“Your skin is soft like a peach.” Chat Noir smiled and brushed the tip of his nose along her neck and settled it beneath the pressure point behind her earlobe. “You smell sweet like one too.”

Marinette softly giggled and wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing kisses to his skin and relaxing against the bed. “I don’t remember the last time I tasted such a fruit.”

“Me neither,” Chat Noir softly laughed and began to kiss her again, getting lost in her lips for another moment. “But I hope you stay that way.”

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Hello! How are you all?

I debated whether to use talk to speech to write this note and then decided that I would just type it. Sigh. haha Some of you may know, because I don't hide it and feel like a broken record I'm sorry, I struggle with Fibromyalgia/PCOS/IBS/Anxiety/Depression. It would be easier to research Fibro than for me to explain it. XD It's different for everyone. Some have it worse than others. Some have it better. There are good and bad days and bad days are called flare ups. There is no cure for Fibromyalgia. It is also one of the invisible chronic illnesses. This means that when doctors look at me on a level of testing, there is nothing seemingly wrong with me but clearly there is. lol I have elevated inflammation, but otherwise on a medical level... I seem healthy and fine. However, that is not the case.

Fibromyalgia I got diagnosed with at this year? I don't even know. I've been suffering from it for months... or more without realizing it. Basically... on my worse days... I will be coughing, my sinuses will swell in my face and all over, my joints will swell and pop (all of them), muscles will pop and go weak and will spasm, pattern lights (flickering strobing... patterns...) will make my brain act weird. I will have times where I feel like I'm listing on a ship on the ocean and will have to grab walls to balance, I will double up words... like 'I went went the store' instead of 'I went to the store'. I will write one word and mean another. I can't multitask or drive. The only time I can drive is if I've driven there enough to know my way there by muscle memory. I will drop cups and things... my wrists and fingers will swell and stiffen, making it hard to write. I will not be able to coherently talk sometimes and speak slow due to exhaustion. I will randomly get so tired I HAVE to lay down or sleep. I suffer from chronic migraines and from grinding my teeth in my sleep. I have moments where I hobble everywhere and have to stop walking because either my legs give out or go numb. Hands and feet tingle, shoulders, back of my neck... stuff goes numb or hurts. I sneeze or cough and will hurt my ribs, sternum, or back and have pulled my hip flexor sneezing THREE TIMES. lol

There are three medications, physical therapy, my brain is blanking. That's part of it too... Sometimes I forget what words I want or what I'm saying and I blank out. lol Mental therapy (I normally know the word beside therapist and psychologist and psychiatrist lol) and other things you can do for it... but I can't take medications due to being sensitive to almost all of them. I can't afford to do the rest. I can "walk" and I can rest. LMAO That's it. 

I am saying all of this because not being able to stand or crouch for ages, not being able to lift heavy things... sometimes not being able to stir a meal I'm cooking or cut something lol.... not being able to focus... makes it near impossible for me to work a normal job like I used to. It's frustrating not being able to do what I used to be able to do. It's frustrating to feel like I need help and I'm stubborn as all hell about it. LMAO But I just laugh it off as much as I can when I drop something or can't do something randomly.

A friend of mine that suffers from chronic illness told me to never let myself sink and be proud and celebrate the little accomplishments. She also sent me the Spoon Theory to help others, who don't suffer from a chronic illness to better understand chronic illness.

I am saying all this because Adrien August is going to be releasing and updating really slow because these past five days (yes, sadly I've been counting) have been complete utter Hell for me. My fingers hurt typing this, my body hurts from my neck down to my lower back and it is tingling and numb. I'm exhausted. I'm frustrated. I feel like a burden to people in my life. I'm full of anxiety and depression to the point I have not been sleeping well and I've just wanted to cry for no reason other than feeling like my ability to control my emotions is hanging on a thin thread. LOL I'm struggling with my left leg when I walk the last few days. I'm just realizing I need to slow down for the next few days. I'll be reblogging with Chimpukampu and Luna but this fic will be moving slow. Not too slow... but I'm trying not to push myself. I probably forgot some symptoms tbh because there are so many of them. XD

Anyway, I'm sorry that I am slow at updating lately. It's because I've been focused on other things and then this flare up has lasted longer than any so far and it's absolute murder. lol I'm usually a super positive person but lately this has been kicking my ass hard. XD I thank all my amazing friends for letting me vent and for lifting me up. I thank my husband for putting up with me and my frustration at myself that I am projecting outward, which I feel so guilty for. XD I just need to realize when I can't do something... it's okay, because it is okay. It's okay to need help. I don't know how many damn times I've written that in a fanfic, LMAO!!!!! but it's true! It's okay. It'll be okay. It'll get better. I got this! I had it before... I can get it again! LMAO

Sorry to be a downer and I hope you all are having a wonderful night or day where ever you are and thank you for all of the support! Seriously!

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It was Marinette’s first day on board Captain Chat Noir’s galleon and of course there would be a hurricane on her first day. Just his luck that he would bring a woman on board and find his way into a wall of water and turbulent sea.

Chat Noir had asked her for a new name to go by onboard for his crew. She had picked Coccinelle for some reason, but she hadn’t disclosed why. Chat Noir just went with it. After all his name was Chat Noir.

“Do you not have an umbrella, Captain?” Coccinelle followed him across the soaking wet deck, slipping and being caught by Chat Noir’s hand.

Chat Noir leaned closer to speak loud enough for her to hear him, “What does one need an umbrella on a ship for?”

Coccinelle searched his gaze and stood up straight, grabbing onto a rope to keep from sliding further, as he helped close hatches. She thought for a moment, realizing that an umbrella would do them little good.

“I supposed you’re right, Captain.” Coccinelle sighed and gasped when Chat Noir undid a rope for one of the sails and tossed her it.

“You are part of my crew now. Best work like one if you want to stay hidden and I bet you do.” Chat winked at her and helped her with the sail.

“Shouldn’t you be at the helm?” Coccinelle winced as the wind and water soaked her hair and brought her bangs into her eyes.

Chat smirked and nodded up towards Nino, “My quartermaster has the wheel. I’m needed on deck.”

“You really do not act like other Captains that I have been around. Most wouldn’t lift a finger.” Coccinelle rolled her eyes and adjusted her shirt.

“Yes well, I am not like most men.” Chat licked his canine tooth and rushed over to help keep the galleon from sinking. “Bail the water,” he shouted out to his crew and grabbed two buckets. He emptied the contents over the railing and shoved one into Coccinelle’s hands. “Start bailing.”

Coccinelle nodded, following him down to help bail the water from the storage area. The water sloshed around their feet and Chat slipped, catching himself as he walked up the stairs to toss out the bilge water. Coccinelle watched him, commanding his men with ease and helping to control the ship as the hurricane raged on around them.

“Look alive,” Chat whispered near her ear, and it sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes and licked her lips before being shoved to the side by one of the crew.

Coccinelle nodded and rushed to help, ignoring the way the splashing water and rain caused her shirt and trousers to stick to her skin. The fabric was heavy and drenched with sea water. The waves continued to push and shove the vessel, making it difficult to walk along the deck. Chat and Nino took turns ordering their crew around before commanding everyone below deck to wait out the storm. They had done everything they could do, being so far from land.

Chat stood, talking to Nino, and pouring over the map on his desk, trying to figure out where to head next once the storm let her reigns go of his ship. Coccinelle sat on Chat Noir’s bed, confused about what was spilling from the men’s lips.

“Do we have plans or are we just lost at sea at this point?” Coccinelle gripped the side of his bed with her hands. “Surely we have a bloody solution to this mess.”

Chat peered up at her and sighed, while Nino leaned over. “He’s a bit crass.”

“And we are not?” Chat shoved Nino in the arm, causing him to stumble.

“No, we are plenty, Captain. I just mean he lacks respect for you, sir.” Nino licked his lips and stared at Coccinelle’s tied back dark hair and wrinkled cream shirt and tan trousers. “Where’d you find him again?”

“Tavern. Lost and looking for work. You were all busy with your own whores by the time I saw him.” Chat kept his gaze on the map and gestured with his hand.

Plagg trilled and leapt up onto the table, knocking off his spyglass and breaking it. “God damnit, cat. Do you ever cease to annoy me to fucking pieces?”

Coccinelle cleared her throat to stifle a laugh before standing up and walking over. “I can mend it for you, Captain Noir.”

“You?” Nino crossed his arms and peered at her with a shocked expression.

“I seem to be good at tinkering.” Coccinelle smiled and leaned down to grab the broken brass invention.

“And your name?” Nino stared at her with an eyebrow raised.

She opened her mouth to speak when Chat answered for her, “Coccinelle.”

“Like,” Nino raised his hands to mime a ladybug.

Coccinelle stared at Chat Noir like she needed help figuring out what he was saying. Chat nodded, “Yes, a ladybug.”

“Well, I cannot say that I’m not interested in such a tale.” Nino sat down in the chair and stared at her.

Chat was about to answer for Coccinelle when she stood up to tell it herself. He stared at her and watched her set the spyglass down on the desk and run her fingers along the map.

“Twas a nickname from my mother,” Coccinelle swallowed hard and weakly smiled. “I had one once, as we all did.”

Nino and Chat didn’t say anything as they listened to her speak. She got lost in the map for a moment, looking it over and thinking about where she had come from. How she had landed in her husband’s hands and fallen into a pirate’s.

“My family was looking for hope, much like us. Although, they did not venture far.” Coccinelle licked her lips and peered up at the two men. “I was seen as a good luck charm and because I loved ladybugs, dearly, they fancied the name for me.”

“Where are they now?” Nino searched her gaze and Chat stomped on his foot, making him spit out a curse.

“Lost at sea, I’m afraid.” Coccinelle held back tears, remembering the day she was given the news. The news that her family would never return to her.

“Captain’s an orphan. He tell you that?” Nino gestured towards Chat with his thumb.

Chat glared at him again, uncrossing one of his arms to give Nino a dead leg by punching his thigh. Nino hissed and rubbed his thigh before punching Chat back in the leg.

“He did mention something about it.” Coccinelle licked her lips and went back to looking over the map.

“Anyway, I think we should try to rest through the storm. Little we can do until she calms down.” Chat stared at Nino and watched his quartermaster nod.

“Yes, Captain. I will go tend to the crew.” Nino left Chat Noir and Coccinelle alone.

Chat Noir waited for the door to shut before he yanked Coccinelle by her waist against his body and reached up to undo her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. He caressed her cheek and passionately kissed her. She moaned and gripped his wrist, running her tongue and lips against his in a heated kiss. He pressed her against his desk before letting her face go to grab her about the hips to lift her onto the surface.

She giggled and wrapped her legs around his hips, sinking her fingers into his golden hair and pulling him closer against her body. He caught his weight on the desk with his palms and softly laughed against her lips. She ran her hands along his cheeks when he pulled away to smile at her.

“So, my kitty, do you usually punch your quartermaster for divulging information about you?” She searched from one of his eyes to the other, watching one corner of his lips curl up into a smirk.

“Only when I am to appear rougher than I really am.” Chat suddenly lunged forwards to bite her neck, licking and pressing a kiss to the mark left behind in its’ wake.

Her fingers sank into his golden hair, and she tugged hard on it. She rolled her hips against his and moaned, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. He licked up her neck to her ear, moaning against it before nibbling on her earlobe. He gently held her head with his hand and lavished her ear. He ran his hand from her cheek, down her neck, over a breast, pausing to caress her peaked nipple through the thin material, and down to grab her hip. She gasped as he tugged her to the edge of the desk and pressed his hardened length firmly against the apex of her thighs.

She moaned and ran her hands down his body from his shoulders to his pecs, and to the buttons on his trousers. He groaned as she unfastened one of the buttons and slipped her hand inside to softly caress his warm cock. He flexed against her hand as she played with him, teasing him with gentle strokes from her fingertips.

His hands curled into fists against the maps, as she caressed down his hot length to his taut balls. “Marinette…” her name fell from his lips in a soft whisper and made her tremble.

“Yes, Adrien?” Marinette spoke softly in return with lowered lashes and parted swollen lips.

“I need you,” Chat whispered in her ear before trailing kisses down her neck to bite her shoulder before lifting her from the desk and carrying her over to his bed.

The fresh sounds of the waves hitting against the ship, mixed with the gentle creaking of the wood and warm light filtering in through the glass windows, woke Chat Noir up. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned with the linens of his bed tangled around his hips and left leg, barely covering what laid between his thighs. It took him a moment to notice Marinette’s hair spread over his chest. The soft sounds of her sleeping swept into his ear, and he warmly smiled, wrapped her up in his arms, and kissed the top of her head. He ran his nails up and down her arm, feeling her stir. She mumbled in her sleep and snuggled closer.

Chat softly laughed and leaned down to whisper, “Coccinelle?”

“Hm?” She whined and held onto him tighter.

“We need to get up.” Chat rolled her over and settled between her thighs, kissing the corners of her mouth, and making her mumble. He softly laughed and trailed kisses down her neck. “C’mon, m’lady.”

“No…. let me rest a little longer.” She sighed and softly moaned, as his lips trailed over her breast.

His teeth gently nipped at her rouged nipple before his lips continued down along the gentle swell of her breast and down her stomach. “Afraid not, love.”

Marinette gasped and arched her back, gripping his messy golden hair in her fist as his mouth graced what laid between her thighs. Her protests of waking up became moans and rolling hips, as he lavished her awake.

She tensed up and gathered the linens into her other fist, clamping her thighs around his head, as she came undone. Chat moaned and softly chuckled, as he trailed kisses back up to lock his love-filled gaze with hers’.

She softly smiled and giggled, running her hand along his rough cheek to sink into his hair. “How am I to rise from this bed when you have done such an act?”

Chat laughed and turned his head to kiss her palm before turning back to look at her with a dangerous smirk. “Because I’m your Captain, Coccinelle, and I need you on deck with my men.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and giggled, “Yes, Captain. But…” She placed her hand on his chest and rolled him over onto his back, straddling his hips and trailing kisses down his body between each word she spoke, “…after- I- repay- your- absolutely- divine favor.”

Chat titled his head back with a low moan and gripped the pillow behind his head as her warm mouth found where he needed her most.

SONGS!

Ship in rain ambiance thing lol

Cold by Maroon 5 feat. Future (Randomly played lol)

One by One by Patty Gurdy feat. Hellscore (randomly played but I love.... this song)

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There was a tale amongst the crew that Coccinelle had gotten wind of. A tale that was both intriguing as much as it was horrifying to imagine. A tale of a spirit said to haunt the storage where a piano sat, unused for some time. No one had touched the piano, but late at night it would sing an eerie song that struck fear in the men’s hearts. A huge part of her felt that it was all just drunken tales more fitting to match a kraken, siren, or selkie. A cautionary tale for men to be careful at sea, but the more she saw the honest expressions of fear on men’s faces… the more she wondered if it were true.

She worried her bottom lip, wondering if she should ask Captain Chat Noir his thoughts and theories on the matter, but she didn’t know how to bring it up. He was right beside her, giving orders and grabbing hold of ropes to help his crew. He stood up and wiped the back of his hand across his forehead to remove the sweat that glistened underneath the setting sun.

“What is it?” Chat Noir stared at her with a concerned expression, passing some supplies to load into the storage area.

“Have you heard of the ghost that plays piano late at night?” Coccinelle swallowed hard and watched him groan to lift one of the supplies to take it down with her.

“The one said to play songs late at night?” Chat walked down below deck with her to put it away.

“Yeah,” she nodded and followed him down to put the supplies where they went.

“Aye, I have heard the tales, but I cannot say whether they are true or not.” Chat smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

“Do you know whether they are or not?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, only way to find out.” Chat tossed down the supplies with a groan.

“What are you thinking?” She let him take the supplies from her arms.

“Meet me down here tonight after lights out.” Chat winked at her and watched her lips part.

“You cannot be serious.” She shook her head and sighed.

“I am, m’lady. Meet me tonight.” Chat took her hand and kissed the back of it. “We can solve the mystery together.”

“Fine,” she nodded, and he let go of her hand to get back to work.

It had felt like ages since they had talked about meeting up and she was extremely exhausted after working all day on board the galleon. A huge part of her just wanted to sleep, but she couldn’t. She had to meet up with Chat Noir. She wanted to.

She sighed and adjusted her clothing before sneaking out of the sleeping quarters and down below further. It took her a moment and she tried to ignore the creaking of the boards around her as she approached the storage area.

But as she approached the middle of the storage area, piano music began to play and she gasped. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and she lost her breath. She clutched at her shirt and swallowed hard. She gathered her courage and continued to walk through the area to the back, finding a man sitting at the piano.

Her hand fell to her side as she recognized the unruly golden hair. His clothing was slightly different and lighter in tones than his usual ensemble. She smiled and watched his fingers glide over the wooden keys. She crossed her arms, watching the man play this gorgeous tune on the piano just for her.

She walked up and watched one of his hands drop from the keys to pat his thigh. Coccinelle shook her head and undid the string holding her hair in a ponytail and let it fall down. She undid her trousers and dropped them, leaving her in only her shirt. It ghosted the middle of her thighs and she walked up to straddle his lap, running her hands over his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck.

“You are up late, Captain,” she ran her fingers along his rough jawline with a warm smile. “And you are the ghost.”

“Surprise, but I am no captain when I am down here, m’lady.” Adrien winked at her.

“Let me guess…” she ran her fingers up to sink into his hair, tugging his head back. “You are just Adrien, a ghost aboard Captain Chat Noir’s galleon.”

“Exactly,” Adrien sighed and brought one hand up to continue playing the song.

“And… as long as you are playing…” she brought her lips close to his, letting them lightly brush against his with every word.

“No one will bother us or know we’re down here.” Adrien sighed and captured her lips with his, picking up the song to go faster.

She broke the kiss with a smirk, “wonderful.”

Adrien softly laughed as she ran her fingers down his chest and further down to undo the buttons on his trousers. She peeled back the fabric and slipped her hands inside to tug out the hem of his shirt. She ran her fingers up his abs to his muscular pecs, teasing him with her fingertips and making him moan. She giggled softly and captured his lips again with hers. He groaned against her lips and took one hand from the keys to grab her hip and pull her closer. She gasped as she felt the swollen tip of his hard cock rub between her thighs.

Adrien peered at her through his long lashes and parted his lips against hers. His tongue traced her bottom lip before she darted hers out to meet his, while their lips brushed against one another’s. She ran a hand down his body to caress his cock and balls, working him and making him moan. She teased the head and the sensitive triangle beneath the tip, making him moan into her mouth. She trailed kisses down the side of his neck and licked and sucked on his pulse point before nibbling on it. Adrien rolled his hips, thrusting into her slender hand and wishing he was buried within her warmth. Through her teasing, the music never faltered.

“Please,” Adrien whispered, bucking gently into her hand. “I want you, Marinette.”

She kissed her way back up to capture his lips in a hungry kiss, grabbing his hand to move it up her taut stomach to the swell of her breast.

“Touch me,” she whispered against his mouth, and Adrien’s heart raced faster. “Play the song and touch me.”

Adrien groaned and caressed her breast, running his fingers up to pinch her nipple and tug on it gently. She took her hands from him to slowly bring the shirt up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Adrien’s eyes glazed over with the sight of her body in the candlelight. The way the warm tones of the flames seemed to caress each curve and line. How it licked her skin and made it dewy. How gorgeous she was in the low light of a flame; more beautiful than any woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He groaned and brought his hand back to the piano keys, leaning down to lick up the side of one of her breasts. He swirled his tongue around her nipple before flicking the peaked tip and wrapping his warm mouth around it to suck gently on it. Marinette arched her back and moaned, rolling her hips and gripped his shoulders. He kissed over to her other breast, nibbling along the swell of it before licking up to gather her nipple into his mouth.

Marinette parted her lips and let out a whispered moan as he lavished her breasts with his warm mouth. She rolled her hips and ran her hands up his neck to grip his hair in her fists, making him moan as she tugged on the strands. Her wet folds rubbed against his throbbing cock. He took one hand from the keys to grab her hip.

Adrien moaned against her breasts, peering up at her and running his hand up to cradle her cheek, “Let me make love to you.”

Marinette nodded and his piano music filtered in with the sounds of the ship and the heavy breaths between them as she rose up and slowly eased down onto his hard cock. She kept her eyes locked on his as she gently bounced and sank onto him. They shared a whispered moan as they connected as one.

She gripped at his back and rolled her hips, rising and falling, as he placed his hand back on the keys. He continued to play, the song becoming slightly erratic with each crash of their hips. His quiet moans brushed against her ear like warm honey on a summer day and suddenly they were no longer in the middle of the sea, but in a grassy meadow with sunlight warming their skin. He took his hand from the keys and ran his hand up her back to sink into her dark hair. He wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged her head back to lick up her neck and kiss it.

She gasped and moaned, speeding up her hips and bounces. He groaned and lifted his hips from the bench to meet her thrusts with his own, as he continued to play. She tensed up and widened her legs further, chasing her orgasm. A shiver ran through her and her lips parted in a silent cry as she suddenly came undone by the way the swollen tip of his cock brushed against the sweet spot within her and the way his lips and tongue lavished her pulse point. The way his fingers wrapped around her hair and tugged, sending a wave of tingles across her scalp. They came together as a great symphony and made her bloom like a vibrant rose.

Adrien groaned as her warm and wet walls tugged and squeezed him with strong caresses. He buried his face into her breasts, moving slightly to gather one of her nipples into his warm mouth to silence his moans as he came within her. His legs widened as he continued to thrust into her, releasing with each one. He panted and moaned as she slowed her hips down to ride out his orgasm for him. Adrien let go of her nipple to trail kisses up her body. He stopped playing and reached for her cheeks, bringing her closer to capture her lips with his.

“God, I wish I could have you like this for all eternity,” Adrien whispered against her mouth and kissed her again, making her hand hit the wooden keys and play a broken melody.

He laughed against her mouth and broke the kiss to sigh. “We should go before someone gets too curious and they discover their captain is the ghost that haunts the storage.”

“Why do you hide the fact that you play piano?” Marinette ran her fingers through his hair and made him sigh.

“I wish to appear tough and while music is a great deal of what we do for fun, along with plays, games, and drinking nasty grog… I wish to keep my upbringing secret.” Adrien searched her gaze.

“You learned as a boy?” Marinette leaned down to kiss his neck.

“Aye. My father taught me.” Adrien sighed and titled his head to give her better access.

“I see.” Marinette ran her hand down his body to caress his softening cock.

Adrien grabbed her hand and bit the side of it before she could. “I think we should depart the storage before we get caught, love. My apologies.”

Marinette nodded and climbed off his lap to get dressed. She tied her hair back up and all too soon, Adrien was faced with Coccinelle again and not his sweet Marinette.

Songs: Honestly a lot of Patty Gurdy was playing lol

Horizon Turns Red by Patty Gurdy

Molly Malone by Patty Gurdy

Hurdy Gurdy Discovery with Patty Gurdy

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Chat Noir sat on deck, petting his black cat, Plagg. Coccinelle walked over to grab something beside him that she needed to complete a task that was given to her. He scratched behind Plagg’s ears and focused on the way the cat vibrated from purring.

“Where did you find him?” She messed with the bucket in her hands that she was using to scrub the deck with.

“He was aboard one of the vessels that we took. I couldn’t leave him to die on the debris of the ship floating on the water, so I took him aboard mine.” Chat sighed and focused on the cat, hissing in pain as Plagg randomly scratched his hand from being overly loved. “Damn pussy.”

“And the name?” Coccinelle got on her knees and slapped the wet rag onto the wood deck, pretending to work there so that she could carry on her conversation without looking suspicious.

“Ah,” Captain Chat Noir smirked and pulled up lines of material to braid more rope for them to use onboard. “That is quite a tale.”

The sounds of the sea hitting the sides of the ship and causing it to creak invaded his ears and took him back to when he had received a letter with a job. He had been ordered to smuggle cheese and wine to a privateer named Captain Plagg.

Captain Chat Noir stepped onto the deck of Captain Plagg’s ship. He had come with cheese and barrels of wine for the captain as requested. But Chat Noir was not prepared for what he was faced with.

A man with mesmerizing green eyes, the shade of rich emeralds, stood out against his dark skin tone. His black hair was long and braided on one side and a black leather tri-corner hat sat upon his head. His jacket was made of dark material to go with his leather holster that ran across his chest and held three pistols. A cutlass sat at his hip and his trousers were dark to match his shirt. A gold earring sat in one of his ears and charcoal was smudged around his eyes to accent them more. Chat noticed the smirk that fell onto the man’s lips. He had his black boots tossed up onto his desk and he was busily twirling a dagger in his hand.

Captain Chat Noir’s eyes widened as a woman walked past with vibrant crimson hair that was down around her shoulders. Her eyes were done in charcoal and her dress was red. A leather collar ran around her neck with a red gem in the center. She swallowed hard and walked up to set down a tray of cheese and wine. Plagg pat his thigh and the woman sat down onto it with little fuss.

“My apologies. Madame Tikki should learn to announce herself when I have company.” Plagg ran his hand up her back and slipped his fingers beneath her collar to yank her back, whispering against her ear, “Isn’t that right, sugar cube?”

“Well, if my Captain was not so tempting, I would.” Tikki smirked over her shoulder at him, and he yanked her again, making her gasp.

“Watch your tongue, lass,” Plagg purred against her ear, and she whimpered.

He set his blade down and yanked her onto his lap, running his fingers along her thighs to pull her skirt up her thighs. She gasped as he reached beneath her to free one button on his trousers, lifting and entering her. She slammed her hand down onto the desk, hiding her face in her hair, as her Captain thrusted into her. She moaned and gasped, hearing him whisper into her ear. His emerald eyes were locked on Chat Noir the whole time, caring little for his audience to their little show.

Plagg closed his eyes and titled his head to bite Tikki’s neck, growling against it as he thrusted into her faster, shoving her forward so that her hands were on the desk. The stuff rattled with each thrust as he stood up and fucked her harder, peering up once again at Chat Noir before running his hands down Tikki’s back to push her skirts up to expose her rounded behind. He ran his nails along her right cheek before pulling back to smack it hard. Tikki cried out and came undone around his cock, causing Chat Noir to blush and swallow hard from the sight and sounds of a woman reaching her climax right before his eyes.

Plagg continued to thrust into her, pounding hard and causing the sounds of their skin meeting to echo out. He gripped her skirts hard in his fist and came hard before slowing his hips and pulling out of her. He pulled her skirts down, fixed his trousers, and caught his breath. “Stand up.”

Tikki stood up and brushed her hair back, licking her swollen red lips. Plagg moved her from in front of him and smacked her behind, making her squeak and leave his quarters.

“Where were we?” Plagg grabbed his dagger and stabbed it into his desk with a cunning smile. “Ah, yes, my cheese and wine.”

“Do you not believe in keeping women onboard as a bad omen?” Chat Noir crossed his arms over his chest.

Plagg laughed and grabbed his dagger to stab a piece of cheese. He brought it in front of his face and slowly turned it back and forth. “Do you really think I’m the kind of man that worries about bad omens?”

“Gather not.” Chat Noir shifted slightly.

“No, you see, Captain Chat Noir…” Plagg ate the cheese slice from his blade and spun his knife to stab it into the desk. He stood up and walked closer to Chat Noir until his back hit the wall. “I do what I please. Take what I please and cause utter chaos upon the seven seas, savy?”

“Aye,” Chat Noir nodded and watched the man laugh and back up.

“Now… about my wine and cheese. Tell me, what have you brought me?” Plagg walked over and yanked up his glass of wine to take a sip.

“Truly, he had coitus in front of you?” Coccinelle was shocked by his story.

“Yes, is that so hard to believe? Where was your gaze in that tavern?” Chat Noir raised an eyebrow at her as he ran his tool through the fibers of the rope he was making.

“Not on that, surely.” Coccinelle soaked the rag before slapping it down against the deck.

“Anyway, the deal went bad. He ended up pillaging my brig that I had at the time, taking everything that I had. Every medical supply and food storage. All of my alcohol. Fucking pussy.” Chat Noir yanked the tool through the fibers harder than he meant to, breaking the rope and yelling out in frustration.

“So, you named a pussy cat after a pussy. How creative of you.” Coccinelle smirked up at him and giggled, shaking her head.

“Seemed only right.” Chat Noir sighed and tossed the rope fibers down onto the deck. “Would you like to come eat with me?”

“Is it wine and cheese?” Coccinelle gave him a silly expression.

“As a matter of fact, it is.” Chat Noir got up with a groan and gestured with his hand.

Coccinelle tossed the rag into the bucket and followed him to the galley.

Chat Noir grabbed a side of a doorway and swung into the kitchen area where a cook was preparing food for the crew. He gathered some cheese, hardtack, and a took some wine, gesturing for Coccinelle to follow him back to his quarters.

“Will the crew not find this odd that you are treating me as such?” Coccinelle whispered at him and raised an eyebrow.

“I tend to treat my quartermaster at times. There is not much difference really.” Chat Noir shrugged and grabbed the door for her, letting her inside.

She sighed and walked past him, waiting for him to shut the door. He walked over to set the items on his bed. She stared at him, as he set up the bed like a picnic.

“A picnic?” Coccinelle crossed her arms over her chest.

“Would you rather sit at my desk?” Chat Noir went to get up, but she stopped him by holding up her hand.

“No, this is wonderful. I was just surprised is all.” Coccinelle walked over and sat down beside him.

She sighed and grabbed one of the round solid hardtacks. She knocked it on the edge of her glass of wine, “How does one eat these?”

“Soak them in wine or grog. Not that it makes them much better. Jerky is superior.” Chat Noir grabbed one of the solid biscuits and dipped it in the wine, holding it there.

“Jerky would be far superior. Do you make it and sell it on the docks? I have seen some privateers and pirates do that.” Coccinelle mirrored him by soaking her biscuit in her wine.

“We do, in fact. Brings some coin in,” Chat Noir shrugged and brought the wet biscuit to his lips. She watched him, waiting for him to cringe from the taste but he didn’t.

“Guess you are used to life on the seas,” Coccinelle brought her hardtack up to nibble on it with a grimace. “How does one eat this? It’s flavorless and solid.”

“When all you have is some hardtack onboard when the supplies are low… you get accommodated to the lack of flavor. Better than the alternative.” Chat Noir grabbed a piece of cheese and brought it to his lips to take a bite.

“I could not imagine what could be worse than this,” Coccinelle sighed and set the hardtack down to grab a piece of cheese instead.

“Rather not let you imagine, m’lady.” Chat Noir winked at her and took another bite.

She was in the middle of eating the piece of cheese when she stopped for a moment. Her stomach rolled and she suddenly felt nauseas from the scent of the wine and cheese mixed with salt water. Chat Noir paused with his mug to his lips, staring at her, and brought his cup down to the bed.

“Are you alright, m’lady?” Chat Noir raised an eyebrow at her.

“Fine, just- nauseas a bit. It must be the rocking of the ship; it’ll pass.” Coccinelle waved it off and set the cheese down. She brought the mug to her lips and tapped the side, thinking about when she had last had her monthly cycle. How long had it been?

“Ah, gold earrings. That’s my secret, along with Chinese medicine. Should I make you something for seasickness, m’lady? Would only take but a moment.” Chat Noir went to get up, but she stopped him by touching his arm.

“No, I think I will go lay down.” Coccinelle got up and Chat Noir got up to grab her wrist. She peered up at him with interest.

“Lay with me. I can bring the bucket over in case you become ill. Let me take care of you.” Chat Noir swallowed hard, and she sighed.

Coccinelle nodded and let him take her back to the bed. He cleared it off and set the food and drinks on his desk. He made a space for her on the bed and went to the corner to grab the bucket, taking it out to toss the contents overboard before bringing it back in to place beside the bed for her.

She groaned and laid on her side, running her hand along her stomach to try and calm it. Chat Noir walked over to an apothecary chest and pulled out ginger. He grabbed hot drinking water and a cup, steeping the ginger to make a liquid. She sniffed the air, taking in the spiced scent from across the room.

“What are you making?” She peered up from his bed.

“Ginger tea. It works to reduce nausea.” Chat Noir walked over with the steaming cup and sat down on the bed beside her.

She moaned and sat up, taking the cup from him and letting it warm her hands. “I really am quite fine. You don’t have to doddle on me.”

“I am aware, but I’m concerned about you.” Chat Noir ran her hand along her forehead and through her hair, noticing she didn’t have a fever. “No fever.”

“I told you; it is probably the rocking of the ship. I am not used to being at sea so long.” She brought the warm ginger water to her lips and gently blew on it before taking a sip. Her nose wrinkled in disgust from the strong taste of the ginger.

“I know it is harsh, but it is quite effective. I assure you. If not, mint should do the trick.” Chat ran his hand through her hair again and along her cheek.

“I appreciate it,” Coccinelle turned her head to kiss his palm.

“Anything for you, Marinette,” Chat Noir smiled and brushed his rough thumb along her cheek with a loving expression.

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Coccinelle hadn’t felt much better when she had woken up. If anything, she felt worse than the day before. The gentle rocking of the galleon didn’t help her feel any better with the way the sea was pushing her around in her hammock. She groaned and stumbled out of it, running over to empty her stomach into a bucket that was in the corner.

“Grog take ahold of ya’?” Nino walked up to her and patted her on the back. “A lot of us are victims to such a demon.”

Coccinelle peered up at him and wiped the back of her mouth with her hand. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it. Grog.” The thought of grog made her double over the bucket again.

“When you feel up to it, head up on deck with the crew.” Nino walked out of the sleeping quarters and Coccinelle slumped to the floor.

She ran a hand through her hair and took deep breaths. She began to do math in her head, trying to remember back to when she had last had a cycle. With all of the stress and travel, she hadn’t had a moment to think about it or keep track. Which, she knew how irresponsible that was. Most women kept track of their cycles to prevent pregnancy, yet she hadn’t.

Her heart sped up and shook it off. She didn’t have time to worry about it. It had to be the motion sickness from being on a ship so long. Maybe she had an illness. Something else.

She stood up on trembling legs and made her way up to the deck after grabbing some fresh water to drink. As she was stepping into the sun a hand grabbed her forearm and pulled her, causing her stomach to flip.

A whimper escaped her lips, and she ripped her arm from the person, who had captured her, and stumbled to heave over the railing. She heard a pair of boots storming across the deck to touch her upper arms.

They leaned over her and whispered against her ear, “still ill?”

She weakly nodded and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “Yeah. It’s just seasickness. I can work.”

“No, I will not have a member of my crew working ill. You need rest.” Chat Noir led her from the deck and into his quarters.

“You- you cannot keep bringing me into your quarters. The crew will begin to wonder.” Coccinelle weakly spoke and rubbed her stomach, trying to catch her bearings.

“Let them. I need to care for you. Any other symptoms?” Chat Noir took off his hat and tossed it onto his desk, making Plagg yowl and hiss before leaping from it. He rolled his sleeves up and walked towards her.

Coccinelle shook her head, “no, just nauseas. Exhausted, dizzy, and…”

“Yes?” Chat Noir touched her arm and ran his hand down it to roll up her sleeve and feel her pulse.

She blushed, “My breasts are killing me.”

Chat Noir swallowed hard, “I see.”

Chat Noir licked his lips and helped her sit down on the bed. He took her hands in his and ran his thumbs along her knuckles, peering down at them. He thought for a moment and her heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest. She knew what he was about to ask, and she wasn’t prepared for it.

He took a deep breath and let it out, peering back up at her. “Marinette, when was your last cycle?”

She worried her bottom lip and looked away from him, “The memory evades me.”

“Where were you in your cycle at the tavern with me? I realize that I should have asked you that before we fucked.” Chat Noir swallowed hard and searched her face, touching her chin to gently bring her gaze to his. “It is alright, I will not be upset with you, Marinette.”

“I- I’m aware that women are supposed to keep track of their cycles and typically… I do, but… my life has been so chaotic, and I did not have a moment to really track such things. I- I apologize, Adrien.”

“Shit,” Chat Noir cursed under his breath and pressed his lips into a thin line.

“I really do apologize. If I may make it up to you in any way, I will.” Coccinelle clung to him, worried that he would run.

“No, no. I am not upset with you. I- I am disappointed in myself.” Chat Noir sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“What? Why?” Coccinelle was taken aback by his comment.

“I should have taken precautions with you. I should have asked you where you were and if you had told me that you were not aware of the time then I would have held back until you passed your next one. Or at least pulled out. Bloody hell, I am an imbecile.” Chat Noir sighed and fell back on his bed with his arms above his head.

“You do not wish to have children?” Coccinelle laid down beside him and rested her head on her hand, while she picked at the linens.

“It is not that, Marinette. It is more… we’re on a galleon, I am an orphan and a pirate. I am already not in the best spot and to have an infant onboard a vessel. To give birth on one…” Chat Noir searched her gaze and rolled onto his side to touch her stomach. “It is dangerous. I do not have the supplies I need. I will have to pillage more vessels to gather clothing for you and medical supplies. I will at least need to procure more ginger and mint to ease your morning sickness.” His fingers caressed her stomach and calmed her nausea a bit.

She warmly smiled and placed her hand over his, “you are going to make a wonderful father, Captain Chat Noir.”

“You do not know that. My father was a tyrant.” Chat Noir sighed and rolled his eyes. “What if I too become one and toss our child to sea?”

“Because I know you, you would never give them that fate.” Coccinelle reached up to caress his cheek. “You are a good man, Adrien. A little broken, but good.”

Chat Noir closed his eyes and sighed, “I feel like such a buffoon.”

Coccinelle burst out into giggles, “Well, if you are… then we both are.”

“Would you enjoy some pastries when we reach port? I feel that some pastries and rum or wine are in order.” Chat Noir groaned, flopped onto his back again, and sighed, “An infant.”

“I’ll take you up on the pastries. Maybe the rum or wine.” Coccinelle laughed and leaned over to brush her lips against his. “And yes, an infant.”

“Never did I fancy myself having an infant.” Chat Noir shook his head and placed his hands behind his head. He peered over at her. “How sure are we?”

“Could be the waves or something I ate.” Coccinelle shrugged and Chat Noir peered down at her breasts.

“May I?” Chat Noir sat up onto his elbow and reached over to play with the opening of her shirt.

“You may.” Coccinelle swallowed hard and closed her eyes.

Chat Noir gently pulled her shirt up her body to expose her breasts. He ran his hand up her side and cupped one of her breasts. He gently squeezed it and winced as she hissed in pain. “They feel painfully swollen, m’lady.” He ran his thumb over her darkened nipple and sighed, “They seem to be darker as well.”

“And?” Coccinelle swallowed hard, taking in the way he caressed her breasts and felt them in his hand.

“You are certain you missed a cycle?” Chat Noir peered up into her eyes and watched her nod.

“If I ponder back far enough, yes.” Coccinelle pressed her lips into a thin line.

Chat Noir got up and walked over to his apothecary chest again and pulled out a glass jar. He walked back over to the corner, grabbing the bucket, and walked out of the cabin to toss the contents overboard. He made his way back inside and shut the door, bringing it over to her with the clear glass container.

“What?” She peered up at him confused.

He tossed the bucket down onto the floor and held the glass container. “I need you to piss in this.”

She sighed and got up, taking the glass container from him. “So, you also happen to be well versed in urine as well because of course you are.”

“I seem to remember mentioning my knowledge in medicine,” Chat crossed his arms over his chest and watched her remove her trousers.

“I remember,” she laughed and crouched over the bucket with the jar beneath her. “This is a first, I’ll have you know.”

“What? Pissing in front of a man?” Chat Noir laughed and walked back to lean against his desk. “Were you not below deck in the sleeping quarters?”

“They were sleeping,” she shouted before dying of laughter.

“Glad I gave you the damn bucket or you would make a mess all over my fucking floor,” Chat Noir teased.

“You cannot tell me that on nights, when you are wasted, you have perfect aim.” She rolled her eyes and brought the jar out from under herself to pass to him. “There, take your piss.”

Chat Noir burst out laughing harder at her tenacity and set it on his desk. He grabbed some wine and bit the cork from the lid, while she got dressed. He poured the wine into her urine and swirled it, watching it change.

“How does that work exactly?” She walked over to him and stared at the contents of the container.

“The alcohol reacts with the proteins in the urine,” Chat studied it for a moment.

“Cannot say that I would ever see the man I love studying my urine so closely,” she teased, and he groaned.

She burst out laughing and reached up to kiss his cheek, “thank you.”

“God damnit,” Chat stared at the sample in the glass.

“What is it?” She walked up to him and stared at the glass container with him.

 He set the glass down and placed his hands on the top of his desk, “You are with child.”

Coccinelle stared at the container again, studying it, and brought her hands to her stomach. “We are?”

Chat Noir nodded and gathered more ginger to make into a tea for her. Coccinelle laid on the bed and cringed, watching him make it for her.

“Must I?” Coccinelle grimaced and watched a smirk fall on his lips and a short laugh come from his chest.

“It will ease your stomach, love.” Chat Noir walked over to the bed and sat down.

She sat up and a bigger shift of the vessel sent her running for the bucket in his room, not caring about the fact that it was already partially full. He sighed and set the cup down, walking over to crouch down behind her to pull her hair back.

She coughed and didn’t meet his eyes, as he retied her hair into a ponytail. “How am I to hide this condition from the men onboard? There is no way to feign being drunk forever. Not to mention how much bigger I will become.”

Chat Noir licked his lips and sighed, falling back onto his behind to sit on the floor. “Technically, you could keep pretending to be drunk enough to pass as being in that condition for so long. The part that I venture will be difficult to keep secret will be when you finally give birth to the infant.” He gripped his messy bangs in his hand.

“What?” She peered over at him with her hands on the floor.

“Your screams will bring about commotion from the crew, m’lady. They will wonder why there is a man on my galleon screaming out in pain. Not to mention when the infant cries afterwards. Eventually, everyone will have to know I have brought a woman onboard this vessel and we must prepare for the repercussions of it.” Chat sighed and leaned back on his palms. “Fuck.”

“Will your quartermaster be upset with you?” Coccinelle groaned as she stood up, causing Chat to grab her arm to help her.

“No. Nino is not one for superstition, but the rest, I’m afraid, are. Not to mention, having a woman onboard a vessel is a capital offense. Nino will keep his silence, but I cannot speak for the other men of my crew.” Chat Noir sighed and walked back over to grab the ginger tea. He brought it to her, as she sat on the bed. “Until then, we can pass off that you are ill with a condition that is incontiguous to the others to by us time. However, m’lady, we are on borrowed time.”

Coccinelle nodded and took the cup from him, wrinkling her nose at the smell, as she brought it to her lips to take a sip. “This is Godawful; you are aware of that.”

“Nothing tastes good in medicine, love. Some enjoy the taste of ginger; I take it you do not.” Chat Noir laughed and she shoved him in the shoulder.

“I am only trying to help you,” Chat laughed and reached over to place his hand on her stomach. “And you better stay in there safe until it is the right time. I will not have your blood on my hands, little one.”

She slapped his hand away and glared at him, “Could you not be so morbid.” She burst out laughing with him.

“Pirate, love. All I know how to be is fucking crass.” He brought his fingers up to his forehead, smirked to show off a canine tooth, and winked at her.

“My lord…” she laughed harder at him and shoved him again.

Suddenly, Chat Noir became serious and gently touched her stomach again. His gaze wasn’t on her, but was trained on her stomach as he whispered, “I cannot lose you.”

Coccinelle suddenly peered at him with tears in her eyes. He flashed a glance up to her with concern.

“What? What is it? Are you feeling alright?” Chat Noir suddenly removed his hand to touch her cheek and looked her over.

“Nothing.” Coccinelle shook her head and sucked on her bottom lip.

Chat Noir stared at her once more before going back to her stomach. He ran his hand beneath her shirt to caress her stomach. He moved her shirt out of the way and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her skin.

“You will be so much better than me,” he whispered against her stomach and grazed his thumb across it.

Coccinelle watched him dote on her stomach, as she drank the ginger tea. Her heart ached from watching him love on their infant that had not even seen the light of day yet. She ran her fingers through his hair with a warm smile and tears flowing down her cheeks.

“You have no idea how amazing you truly are, Adrien.” Coccinelle whispered and laid back to let him lay his head on her and continue to caress her stomach like he was grasping at something to keep hold of. Something to give him a renewed purpose at life and reason for living and fighting.

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“Brig on the starboard bow,” one of the men yelled from the rigging.

Captain Chat Noir brought out his telescope, elongating it and peering off into the distance. The brig had limited men on the deck, working to move the sails towards the wind. He licked his lips, realizing that this was the opportune time to grab supplies. They were running low, and he wanted to make something for Coccinelle.

“Hoist the colours!” Captain Chat Noir called out to his men, watching them scramble aboard his vessel to put up the black flag. “Drop two canons! I want to gain speed!”

Two canons were pushed offboard and into the sea, causing them to gain momentum. He ran around and helped where it was needed, focusing on helping the men with their duties to prepare for a fight. Coccinelle tried to help the best she could, trying to ignore the nauseous feeling in her stomach.

 “Aim for the rigging,” Chat Noir ordered as the men loaded chain shot into the left-over canons. “Come up along their port side!”

The men scrambled to prepare to take down the incoming vessel, as Chat Noir took hold of the helm with Nino to steer the ship. Coccinelle peered up at him from working with the men to come up along the incoming ship. He peered down at her and nodded his head to the side to tell her to go hide. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, standing her ground and the corner of his lips curled up in warning.

They brought the ship up beside the brig with several meters between them. “Keep on them!” Chat Noir ordered as he watched his men shoot chain shot across to cut the rigging on the other vessel, trying to take down the mast.”

“Should we fire at the hull, Captain?” A member of his crew shouted up to him.

“No! Keep the hull intact. I want the men alive! They’ll bloody surrender! Give ‘em Hell!” Captain Chat Noir turned the wheel with Nino and kept the ship steady for the men to fire chain shot across until the mast cracked.

Chat Noir cursed as shots were fired across the expanse of water and crashed into the hull of his galleon, sending splinters into some of his men below. “Repair the blasted galleon! Bail the mother fucking water and for God’s sake count our losses!”

His men rushed around in complete chaos and Coccinelle grabbed a bucket to help bail while his carpenter went to work, and a few others counted the bodies. The swinging sound of chain shot flying overhead and splashing into the ocean due to overshooting made Chat laugh.

“God damn useless assholes,” Chat Noir cursed beside Nino and heard his quartermaster laugh with him.

They continued to fight until the mast of the other ship fell and the men onboard surrendered. “Scuttled ship, Captain!”

“Bring her starboard side and drop anchor! I want to toss ropes over to attempt to keep our vessels together!” Chat Noir let the wheel go as another man took over for him. He ran down below deck to find out the number of casualties they had taken on.

Chat Noir counted the bodies and ordered for them to be wrapped in their hammocks to be tossed overboard. Coccinelle was in the corner emptying her stomach into a bucket from the sight. He sighed and shook his head, walking over to her.

She peered up at him with a weak smile, “Let me go with you to help, Captain. I can go over with you onto the brig.” She took in Captain Chat Noir’s worried expression.

“No, I will not have you running in there with a bunch of loaded bastards. You are going to stay back and help in the storage. I need someone to ledger items.” Chat Noir took off to walk above deck with her on his heels.

He yanked up heavy ropes to toss over to try and tie his galleon and the brig together after having brought the other ship’s mast down by cutting the rigging.

Captain Chat Noir ordered for his men to toss over the ropes, ignoring Coccinelle’s arguments. He stopped working and wiped his brow with his forearm. He leaned closer towards her and brought his lips close to her ear, “I promised to not lose the stow away and I do not intend to go back on my word.”

She swallowed hard and pouted, grabbing the rope from his hands and making him fall backwards. “I will venture with you. The stow away will be fine.”

A growl passed his lips as he glared at her, “If this were any other condition, I would gladly let you venture with me but in this case, I need for you to fucking stay back.”

“If you both are done arguing like members of the betrothed… I would kindly like to get aboard that blasted brig for some fucking supplies.” Nino rested his hand on his cutlass and pointed towards the brig.

Chat Noir grabbed a bucket and placed it in Coccinelle’s hands before turning her towards the stairs that led below deck. “Galley, go. The bitch will go with me.” He gestured towards Nino.

“You bastard,” Nino laughed and punched Chat Noir in the shoulder.

“Fucking hell,” Chat laughed and rubbed his stinging shoulder.

She mumbled and glared over her shoulder at him, storming down the stairs and towards the galley.

“Women,” Chat Noir scoffed under his breath and began to climb his way over to the brig with his men.

The ship had surrendered once the rigging had been severed. There was nothing left for them to give at that point, and they had become a sitting duck. Chat Noir leaped onto the deck and pulled his pistol, cocking it, and walking along. The men raised their hands onboard and followed his orders, letting Chat’s crew tie them up and take their supplies.

Chat Noir rummaged below deck looking for ingredients to make her Milk Punch, something that would keep her healthy during their voyage. He opened a chest and found clothing that would work for her now that she was a little bigger and continued on his journey, finding medical supplies and the ingredients he needed. It had been lucky; he didn’t typically find everything he needed on one ship. Sometimes it took more than one and who knew how long it would take to run into someone else.

He gathered the items and shoved them into a chest, lifting it with a groan and making his way back to his ship. Nino stopped him to ask him about what the men should do, and Chat smirked and told him to empty the ship and leave the men stranded.

What Chat Noir found when he returned to his galleon was a very irritated Coccinelle with her hands on her hips, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes and climbed back over with the chest, barely making it before landing back onboard his own vessel.

“Miss me?” He leaned closer to her and bat his eyelashes.

She shoved him by his shoulder, “Did you find what you were searching for?”

“I did and more.” Chat Noir walked past her to the galley, setting the chest down and opening it.

Coccinelle stared at what was inside and became confused. “What are you making this time?”

“Milk Punch. It will be good for you.” Chat Noir smiled and grabbed the only pot there was.

“Should I be concerned?” Coccinelle raised an eyebrow at him.

“No,” Chat Noir laughed and yanked a dagger from his pocket.

“Do you typically carry a dagger in your pockets?” Coccinelle raised an eyebrow at him.

“I do not know, you tell me.” He winked at her and she shoved him with a giggle.

“Filthy scoundrel,” Coccinelle cursed at him.

He laughed, holding a lemon in his hand and resting his thumb on the surface of the fruit while scraping the sharp blade against the rind to peel it. He continued to peel all five lemons and the orange, leaving as much of the white pith behind. He grabbed the bottle of rum, pulling the cork from the bottle with his teeth and pouring 1.5 quarts of it into a container.

“How long does this take?” Coccinelle stared at the rum with the rinds in it.

“The rinds steep for twenty-four hours. Plenty of time to-” Chat was interrupted by members of his crew walking past them.

Coccinelle cleared her throat and pretended to be busy with something in the galley. Once the coast was clear, Chat Noir put the container in a safe place before taking the chest with the rest of the items to his quarters. She followed him and looked over the map on his desk, taking note of where he had marked with ink.

“How many places have you ventured?” Coccinelle grazed the map with her fingertip.

“Too many to count, m’lady.” Chat Noir pulled out clothing and passed them to her. “Here, love.”

“I appreciate it, Captain Noir.” Coccinelle took the breeches and white shirt from him.

“Should get some sleep and in the morning, I will finish up making the Milk Punch for you.” Chat Noir closed the chest and held the door open for her.

“You do not wish for me to stay?” Coccinelle swallowed hard and searched his gaze.

“Not tonight. If we continue to share my cabin, they may wonder. They may not be the smartest crew, but they will figure it out nonetheless.” Chat sighed, regrettably telling her to go.

She nodded and left him alone. Chat Noir shut his door and sighed, walking over to his bed to lay down on it. He peered up at the ceiling and placed his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and trying to not let the rocking of the ship make him sick.

He groaned and got up, walking over to grab some grog from a cask in his room. He sat at his desk and brought his cup to his lips, cursing as Plagg leaped up onto the map and bumped the bottom of his tankard. The grog flung up the side and spilled on his shirt.

“Fucking pussy,” Chat cursed at the cat, who was currently rubbing his face along his wrist to mark him with his scent. “If you weren’t so lucky, I’d have tossed your ass overboard ages ago.”

Plagg trilled and purred, leaping down onto Chat’s lap and curling up on it. He sighed and reached down to run his hand along his cat’s salt-coated fur. “You should feel damn lucky that I care so bloody much about you. I could have left you to the sharks, you little shit.”

Chat Noir sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before apologizing to his cat for being such an asshole. He finished his grog and pulled out his stash of rum, filling his tankard with that instead. The thought of having an infant onboard made him nervous. Captain Fu had delivered a few babies onboard in the past and had taught him how to, but he was still nervous. Childbirth could go two ways: a wonderful miracle or a chaotic disaster. He didn’t want this for Marinette, but there was no choice.

***

It had taken Chat Noir two days to make the Milk Punch and now he was sitting at a table with the clear drink in a container for her. It had made three gallons, which should be enough to supply her for a while.

Coccinelle watched him pour her a tankard of the Milk Punch, passing it to her. She thanked him and brought it to her lips, taking a sip.

“It is not that bad. I thought it would be awful.” Coccinelle licked her lips and took another sip.

“It is a popular drink for a reason, wench,” Chat teased and poured himself some to taste it. “Not too fucking bad.”

“I am glad you approve, Captain, since you crafted it.” Coccinelle giggled and took another sip.

Chat Noir led her to an area where his men were putting on a play. They drank and laughed until they were completely inebriated. Captain Chat Noir laughed loudly and made a joke about how one of the men would fuck a shark if they let him.

“You know who would be the most amazing at fucking a shark? Captain Noir!” Coccinelle burst into giggles beside Chat Noir, who looked at her like she had lost her mind. “He has such a cute ass!” She peered over at him and sucked in her bottom lip with blushing cheeks, causing him to choke on his tankard of grog.

“Me thinks our Coccinelle had a bit too much to drink,” Nino teased and brought his tankard to his lips.

Coccinelle giggled and reached over to scratch beneath Chat Noir’s chin, “you’re fuzzy.” She bit her bottom lip and let a few more giggles out before stating, “like a kitty.” She suddenly gasped and grabbed his bicep, squeezing it and getting lost in how hard it was beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. “Is that why you are called Chat Noir?” She burst out into a cute laugh again, and he shook his head.

“Time for bed,” Chat Noir stood up, stumbled, and took her tankard from her.

“No…. I was still watching the play. It is lovely. Will they do more songs?” Coccinelle argued as he threw her arm over his shoulders, stumbling with her towards his quarters.

“You planin’ on making him your shark?” One of his men teased and Chat Noir glared over his shoulder, causing the man to look down in regret.

“Come on, m’lady.” Chat Noir groaned as he helped her to his cabin.

He kicked the door and clumsily helped her to his bed. She slurred, “I thought we- we were not going to be sleepin’ here no more.”

“I do not trust my men around you right now.” Chat Noir fell back against the wall of the vessel as she lost her balance and fell against him.

She walked her fingers up his chest and giggled, playing with his bare chest through the opening of his thin shirt, before poking him on the tip of his nose. He shifted his nose and grabbed her hand, kissing her fingertips.

“Not now, m’lady.” Chat Noir groaned as the ship shifted and made him confused due to the grog kicking in.

“Are you going to continue to resist me?” Coccinelle teased, reaching up to bite his chin with her hands on his chest.

“Trying to no avail, love.” Chat Noir hissed as she suddenly gripped him between his thighs. “Do you intend to torture me?”

Coccinelle giggled and slowly licked up between his pecs, tasting salt on his skin. Chat Noir purred through his clenched teeth and picked her up, kissing her hard on the lips and laying her down on his bed. He crawled up beside her and rolled her onto her side.

“Make me yours.” Coccinelle gripped his shirt and yanked him against her body to kiss him again.

She threw her leg over his and he undid her trousers, shoving them down to her ankles. She kicked them off and hastily undid the buttons on his trousers, slipping her hand inside and grabbing his hard cock. She pumped it a couple of times, teasing the swollen head as her tongue and lips danced along his in a heated kiss. He tasted of rum and lemon, making her moan and get lost in it.

His hand skirted up her hip to caress her rounded stomach beneath her shirt, slipping his hand around to bring her closer by her ass. She removed her hand as he sank into her with a long drunken groan.

“Shit, Marinette,” Chat Noir moaned and began to roll his hips with hers.

Her fingers ran up to sink into his messy golden hair, gripping it and grinding against him harder. Her breathing came out in quicker pants against his swollen lips as they moved together. He slid his hand down to her thigh, gripping it hard. She bit his bottom lip and captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, as he caressed her breast and brushed his thumb against her sensitive nipple. She cried out into his chest and hissed in a moan, making him speed up his gentle caresses before paying more attention to the swell of it instead.

Her mewls came out and she bit his shirt, tugging on it, as her hips bucked faster. Her swollen clit brushed against his pelvic bone as they grinded against one another until her muscles flexed and her breath caught in her chest. She trembled all over and suddenly came undone around his pulsing cock. Chat cursed as her tight walls milked his hardened length and coaxed him into his own climax, releasing into her and gripping her ass hard in his hand.

She gasped and captured his lips again in a passionate kiss, riding out his orgasm with him, until they both stopped and cuddled each other beneath the linens and fell asleep.

***

The sunlight came through the windows and the sounds of men running around on the deck and Nino’s shouts woke Chat Noir up. He felt around himself, finding Marinette laying beside him with her leg over his hips and her head on his chest. He gently shook her, kissing the top of her head and making her groan.

“Let me rest.” Marinette swatted at him, and he sighed.

“Something is amiss. I need you up, m’lady.” Chat Noir gently pushed her. “I need Coccinelle.”

Marinette moaned and held her aching head, nodding and getting up to slip into her clothing. Chat Noir stopped her from putting on her shirt and ran his hand over her rounded stomach. “I will protect you.”

“It knows, Captain Noir.” She placed her hand over his, and he crouched down to kiss her growing stomach.

Chat Noir walked out onto the deck with Coccinelle behind him. He found a galleon’s bow sprite up against the starboard side of his vessel. A man with teal-tipped hair and pierced ears, wearing an undone dark linen shirt, that showed off his collarbones, and a pair of trousers with knee-length leather boots and a jacket resting on his shoulders sauntered across the bow sprite and onto Chat’s ship.

Chat Noir’s crew pulled their weapons prepared to defend their captain. No one made a move without the captain’s orders to do so as Luka came to a stop in front of Chat Noir.

Captain Chat Noir placed his arm out to protect Coccinelle with his hand on her rounded stomach, now obvious when the fabric of her shirt pressed against it.

The man raised an eyebrow and looked Coccinelle in the eye for a moment, thinking hard about something. His gaze wandered down to where the Captain’s hand was resting before smirking and looking straight at Chat Noir. “So… you don’t shoot ghost loads, then?”

Chat Noir rolled his eyes, grabbed his pistol, and cocked it, aiming straight between the uninvited man’s eyes.

“Luka Couffaine. Finally got your own crew I see.” Chat Noir seethed as he glared at the man in front of him.

“Now, is that anyway to greet an old friend.” Luka took out his cutlass and poked beneath Chat’s chin. “We go back.”

“You know this pirate?” Coccinelle stared at Chat Noir with interest.

“Unfortunately,” Chat Noir sighed and swallowed hard as Luka removed his cutlass from its sheath.

“Enough of the bloody pleasantries.” Luka poked between Chat’s pecs with the tip of his cutlass. “Looks like I got myself a new vessel and stocked full too by the looks of it.” He smirked and licked one of his canine teeth with interest. His sea-colored eyes stood out from the dark charcoal painted around his piercing gaze as the sunlight reflected in them.

Milk Punch Recipe (I'm allergic to alcohol and can't tell you what this tastes like lol Sounds gross to me, but I haven't had it so. XD)

Songs:

Hoist the Colours from Pirates of the Caribbean

Master of Tides by Lindsey Stirling

Rise and Fall by Black Water Country

Chapter Text

Luka sat in the captain’s quarters with his feet up on the desk, tossing an apple in his hand and catching it. “So, I see you have booty to protect.”

“In more ways than one,” Chat Noir crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Although could say the same for you. Where is Lady Kagami? She got your cock in a cage?”

“Ha! You are very funny for a sad man that overcompensates with a galleon.” Luka took a bite from the juicy fruit and tossed it aside before standing up and walking towards Adrien, backing him against a wall. He peered up and down his shirt and flicked beneath his chin with his middle finger. “A woman onboard is a bad omen, but you are aware of that, lass.”

Chat Noir hissed at Luka with a sneer, “All this coming from a man who used to be a booty to someone.”

Luka choked on his spit and grabbed Chat’s shoulder, slamming him against the wall and waving his finger in his face, “You will not speak another word of that.”

“What? Chat got your tongue? Plenty of seamen get lonely at sea. She’s a picky woman.” Chat smirked and bit the tip of his tongue before lounging forward to snap his teeth at Luka, making the man back up. “What? Scared? What happened to the man that took my vessel with ease? Are you really a bitch? I heard you take it like one.”

Luka swallowed hard and gasped as Chat grabbed his wrist and spun Luka around to yank him against himself. He pulled his dagger from his belt and pressed it beneath Luka’s chiseled jawline. “Pity… I love a good pussy like you.”

Coccinelle stared at the two men argue and get all up on each other like a couple of cocks in a cockfight, confused as to what was happening in front of her. Luka swallowed hard and raised his hands with a nervous smile. “I did not board this vessel to pillage it. I merely wanted to visit an old friend, but I can see I am no longer welcome.”

“You threatened my men and pushed yourself aboard, what else were we to believe!” Chat Noir pressed the tip of the blade deeper, nicking Luka’s skin. “Lady Kagami must be bloody worried about you.”

“She tends to do what she pleases and rarely does that involve me.” Luka swallowed hard and grabbed Chat’s wrist, making him drop the dagger. He swung around and shoved Adrien’s hand behind his back, bringing his lips close to his. “Tell me… have you not missed me.”

“Fuck, no,” Chat seethed, spit in the man’s face, and shoved Luka away from himself. He walked over to Coccinelle and wrapping an arm around her.

“Bloody pity really. I missed you dearly, my old friend.” Luka smiled and walked over to slightly bow with his hand on the end of the handle in front of them, locking his sea blue gaze with theirs. “Congratulations on the blasted treasure.” Luka flashed a glance over to Chat Noir, “I hadn’t a fucking clue you had it in you….  Adrien. Lady Kagami tends to speak on how you always miss your mark. I gather for once you did not. To that I say a bloody good show.”

Chat Noir growled as he watched the man wink and struggled to keep from reaching out and grabbing his neck and showing him who owned who.

Coccinelle watched the pirate straighten up before whistling for his men to leave with him. Chat Noir relaxed once Luka left and hugged her to his side, kissing the top of her head.

“Explain,” Coccinelle turned to face him and peer up into his eyes.

Chat Noir looked down at her and swallowed hard, “We go way back. Nothing ever happened between us. He wanted to pillage and plunder in a way that I did not agree with. I refused to continue in his company, and he became upset. We chose to separate. That is all.”

“I see,” Coccinelle nodded and reached up on her toes, gripping his shirt, to capture his lips with hers. She ran her tongue along his and raked her teeth along his bottom lip before letting it go to rest her forehead against his and whisper, “You are mine.”

A smirk played on his lips and he purred, “All yours….”

Song I wrote to:

Dream Girl by Idina Menzel

Chapter Text

“Stay close,” Captain Chat Noir held his hand out behind himself, as he led Coccinelle through the crowded areas at the port they had stopped at.

“I can handle myself you know,” Coccinelle crossed her arms over her rounded stomach, pausing when she felt the baby kick. “Captain Noir?”

“Hang on,” Chat Noir stopped at a place that was selling dresses.

“Chat,” Coccinelle touched her stomach and peered over at him.

“What?” Chat Noir looked at her and swallowed hard. “What ever is wrong?”

“Nothing, just-” Coccinelle reached over to grab his hand, placing it onto her stomach. “Feel it?”

Chat Noir’s serious expression softened as he splayed his fingers out along her stomach and felt their baby kick his hand and press against it. Coccinelle giggled and Chat Noir laughed before he turned his attention back to the dresses. He pulled out coins and paid for one of the dresses that Coccinelle seemed interested in.

“Follow me,” Chat Noir led her towards the tavern to secure a room and a warm meal.

Coccinelle followed him to the establishment and peered around at the busy place, taking in the sound of laughter, moans, eating, and more. Men sat at tables: gambling, drinking, and fucking. She got lost in it all until he grabbed her hand and led her to a room. With the sound of the door shutting, it was suddenly very quiet.

“I will draw you a bath, m’lady.” Chat Noir set the dress on the bed and laid linens into the wooden tub before grabbing the hot water to pour into it for her.

“You really do not have to.” Coccinelle began to undo her pants, sighing as it felt amazing without them on. “That is so much better.”

Chat Noir walked over with his sleeves rolled up and brushed his fingers along her jaw with a warm smile, “I figured a dress may offer more comfort.”

“You would be correct.” Coccinelle slipped out of them and held her rounded stomach with her hands. She ran one hand along the top of her stomach with a warm smile, “I can not wait to be finished with this. My feet are tired and sore. Everything is swollen and my breasts couldn’t possibly ache more than they already are.”

Chat Noir softly laughed, “Soon. Here, let me help you.”

He walked over and ran his hands along the hem of her shirt to pull it up and over her head. Chat Noir kneeled down to caress her round stomach, gently placing kisses on it. “You are so strong and getting so big, my little kitten.” The baby kicked with excitement and Chat and Marinette laughed.

“They love your voice,” she sighed and rubbed her lower back with her hands.

“Do they?” Chat Noir grazed her stomach with his hands. “Do you, little one? Do you love my silly voice?”

The baby kicked once more and he laughed, pressing a kiss to her stomach again. He tapped on her stomach in a rhythm pattern of four and the baby kicked back the same amount. Chat Noir laughed and began to play a game with their baby for a bit before he got up to help her into the tub.

“This should make you feel a bit better,” Chat Noir heard her sigh in bliss as she sank into the warm water.

She ran her hands along her stomach and let the warm water caress her skin, while Chat Noir undressed. Marinette moved forward for Chat to climb in behind her. He placed his hands over hers’ and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Are you nervous?” Marinette licked her lips and brushed her thumbs along her stomach and his own hands.

“No, are you?” Chat Noir sighed and nuzzled her neck.

“A bit,” Marinette swallowed hard.

“You will be alright. I will not let anything bad happen to you or our treasure, m’lady. I promise,” Chat whispered against her ear before kissing it. “You are safe with me.”

“I hope you are right,” Marinette sighed and turned her head to kiss him.

“I am, but until then…” he groaned and shifted to grab soap, “… I think I should help a certain princess get nice and clean.”

“Mmm… we would adore that.” Marinette sighed and leaned against his chest, letting him run the soap along her body.

Marinette and Chat Noir walked along the jungle at the port, exploring a bit and finding an area full of tropical flowers. They were bold, massive, and beyond beautiful. Marinette was in awe of them and couldn’t seem to look away. She loved flowers and seeing ones this big up close was a dream come true for her. He could see the sparkle in her eyes at seeing them and something about it warmed his heart.

He stopped near a waterfall and grabbed one of the pink flowers from a bush with luscious green leaves that had drops of dew on them. She was staring at the water crashing down onto the pool of water below, and he snuck up behind her to place the flower behind her ear. She felt his hands on her shoulders and smiled as his lips brushed against her ear, “Fancy a swim?”

“Here?” Marinette turned her head to peer into his devious expression.

“No, in the sea. Yes, here.” Chat Noir laughed and pulled away to yank his shirt up and over his head.

Her lips parted as she was about to protest but they faded from her mind when he removed his pants and dove into the pool of crystal-clear water. She watched him come up for air, tossing his wet hair back and causing droplets of water to fly through the air. He ran his hand through his soaked hair and smirked at her, treading water.

“Care to join a wet ass pirate?” Chat Noir laughed and she shook her head with a giggle.

She undid her dress and slipped it off before walking towards him and meeting him to take his hand. He helped her safely get into the pool of water and she shivered at the slight cold. He pulled her close and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hello, m’lady. Fancy seeing you in such places,” he teased, and she splashed him with water. “Aye,” he scolded and splashed her back.

She screamed and giggled, pulling away to splash him more, causing him to block and do the same until he was swimming after her. He chased her beneath the waterfall before he caught her and yanked her against himself from behind. He kissed up her shoulder, making her blush and moan.

He bit her ear with a smirk and whispered, “I caught you, my wench.”

Marinette shivered and grabbed his hands to run them over her rounded stomach and up to her sore breasts. “Make love to me beneath the waterfall.”

Chat Noir growled and placed open-mouthed kisses down to her neck where he parted his lips to bite her neck and suck on it, leaving a love bite behind. “It would be my pleasure.”

Marinette gasped as he ran his hands down her body to grab her hips. He sat on a rock and pulled her onto his lap, letting his hardened length press against her rounded behind. She rolled her hips and peered over her shoulder with parted lips. He ran his nails down the tops of her thighs and along the inner sides where her skin was sensitive. His breath was warm on her cold skin as he panted and ran his nails up and down her sensitive skin, teasing her and rolling his hips in time with her. She reached behind herself to grip the sides of his thighs. Her nails dragged against his skin and suddenly dug into them with a sharp inhale when he yanked her legs apart.

One of his hands skirted up her thigh to run along her folds, while his other hand ran up to caress her stomach to her breast. He licked along the shell of her ear and whispered, “You are more beautiful than the stars in the sky and the sea combined.”

Marinette closed her eyes and sighed, leaning back against him as he continued to worship her with his hands and mouth, pouring his poetry into her with every deliberate movement that set her heart on fire. He gently ran his hands along her hips and lifted her so that she slowly eased down onto his hardened length. A moan escaped between them as he filled her and as she surrounded him with her warmth.

Chat Noir brought his lips to her neck, kissing up to her ear and whispering, “Move, m’lady.”

Marinette nodded and began to roll her hips, slowly bouncing up and down onto him, while he thrusted within her. The water churned into waves around them, mirroring their movements and kissing the rocks, while the waterfall rushed down in front of them like a curtain. Marinette peered at the rushing water and around them at the beautiful flowers, feeling the man inside her and hearing him speak the most intimate poetry in her ear. It was beautiful, vibrant, and a memory that she would always cherish. He pressed his fingertips at the top of her spine, slowly running it down to the base of it with a bit of pressure and a moan burst from her lips. He focused on the cluster of nerves at the base of her spine, circling and pressing against it as he moved within her. She gripped his thighs harder, bouncing on his cock faster. He stopped and ran his fingers down her spine again, adding pressure at the base of it.

He removed his fingers from the base of her spine and ran his nails to her left inner thigh, scratching it lightly as his other hand teased her clit. He ran his tongue along her ear and bit it, growling in her ear, as he thrusted up into her. Her pussy clenched around him and made him groan, chasing her orgasm with her.

“Do that again,” Marinette gasped the words between pants.

“This?” Chat Noir stilled his hips, pulled back to run his fingers down her spine, and paused at the base of her spine to press against it and rub.

She gasped, shivered, and nodded. “Why- however does that work?” Her nails dug into his hips again.

“All of your nerves run through your spine and there is a cluster of them here. The feeling is similar to an undoing, m’lady.” Chat Noir ran his fingers down her spine again then scraped his nails along the sides of her rounded behind from her thighs. She squeaked and moaned, rolling her hips. “Bloody good, no?”

“So bloody good. I do not wish for you to stop, Adrien.” Marinette moaned, and Chat Noir smirked.

“Then I shan’t.” Chat Noir ran his nails up her back and pressed against the top of her spine, running his fingertips down to the base of it.

She gasped and cried out as the pressure built up and released, causing her to shutter and dig her nails into his skin while she came undone. Chat Noir rode out her orgasm before running his hands up to gently hold her rounded stomach, while he pumped into her and sought out his own satisfaction. He whispered poetry into her ear until it faded into moans and curses as he came within her.

He held her against his chest, running his hands along her rounded stomach and feeling their baby excitedly kick. Chat Noir laughed against her shoulder, “I believe I may have awoken them.”

Marinette giggled and rolled her eyes, “Perhaps, or… they were ready to.”

“I beg to argue.” Chat Noir bit her shoulder, and she giggled.

“It is gorgeous here. I appreciate you bringing me here, Adrien.” Marinette sighed and placed her hands over his. “This memory will fill my dreams for centuries to come and then some.”

“I am so fucking glad,” Chat Noir smiled and rested his chin on her shoulder, listening to the rushing water crashing down onto the pool around them. “I wish we could stay here forever but alas we must return to my ship.”

Marinette nodded and let him help her from his lap. Chat Noir helped her out of the pool of water and back into her dress. He slipped on his pants and shirt, took her hand, and led her back through the flowers to the tavern so they could get some sleep before departing in the morning.

Chapter Text

Rain fell down onto the ship, rocking it back and forth as a woman screamed in pain. A physician stood ready to catch the baby as it was born and within a few more moments a beautiful boy was born. The physician placed the baby into her arms and the woman cried, running her fingers through his fair hair with her smiling husband beside her.

“Adrien,” she whispered before her breathing shifted and the chaos ensued of a husband panicking and yelling at the physician to save her.

The woman’s grip loosened on the infant as she succumbed to the complications of her labor. The husband blamed the physician and ordered him to be tossed overboard, finding no one else to blame in his haste.

“Captain Gabriel, twas not his fault.” His wife’s lady, Nathalie, tried to reason with the man.

“Of course, it was his doing!” Gabriel seethed at her and gathered up his infant from his deceased wife’s arms. “Emilie should still be here! She was doing so well the whole pregnancy!”

“These things happen, I am afraid.” Nathalie swallowed hard and walked over to run her fingers along Emilie’s brow.

“Women onboard are bad luck. This infant will be nothing more than a nuisance and a bad omen.” Gabriel peered down at the crying baby and growled, “Adrien.”

Nathalie wanted to argue, but she couldn’t. It was unfair that he put such a label on an innocent child, but what could she say. Gabriel shoved the infant into Nathalie’s arms and demanded she deal with him because he had more important tasks to tend to.

She sighed and grabbed a blanket to wrap the infant in, rocking and humming a lullaby to Adrien while she peered at his lifeless mother and her closest friend.

“Adrien,” Gabriel called from the deck, ordering his son over to do a chore.

“Yes, father?” Adrien peered up at him in his oversized clothing, sunburnt cheeks, and chapped lips.

“Grab a bucket and swab the deck!” Gabriel watched his son nod and clumsily run off, slipping on water. “Can you do nothing right, son? Your mother would pity you for being so unbalanced!”

Adrien cringed and flinched at his words, swallowed hard and holding back the tears that burned the edges of his eyes and begged to be free. “Yes, sir.”

“Fucking bad omen of a child,” Gabriel cursed loud enough for Adrien to hear as he got up and ran off to grab a bucket to start cleaning.

Nathalie watched from her duties, taking in a poor child being treated as if he were more of a servant and less of a son. She sighed and caught Adrien’s wrist as he ran past with a heavy bucket of water and a rag.

“Come,” Nathalie whispered and took him to storage. She took the bucket from him and showed her the piano that was tucked away. “Did you know your mother used to play?”

Adrien’s emerald eyes widened at the sight of it. “Wow…”

“Mm-hm. She was a wonderful pianist. Your grandfather taught her.” Nathalie placed a hand on his back to lead him over to the bench. “Would you like to learn a song she used to play at sea?”

“Yes, please.” Adrien became excited to learn something about his late mother that he knew very little about other than that he had been born from bad luck and that he looked like her.

“Come then, my child.” Nathalie smiled and placed him in her lap. “Place your hands on mine and we’ll learn.”

Adrien nodded and placed his little hands over hers, letting her take him through the song once. His eyes filled with wonder as the beautiful song fell from their fingertips and he closed his eyes, imagining it was his mother playing with him.

The song came to a stop and Nathalie whispered, “Every night you may meet me here and we shall play. I will teach you your mother’s song and soon you may learn to play your own.”

Adrien climbed up the main mast with another crewmate, trying to evade his father’s wrath for disobeying orders. He swallowed hard, trembling as he clutched to the ropes that helped hold everything together. Two more men climbed up the second mast to help evade his father.

“Close your eyes, boy. You not be needin’ to see this.” The crew member covered Adrien’s panicked gaze as the two men on the other mast were shot. The thwack of their lifeless bodies hitting the slick deck filled Adrien’s young ears. He screamed and the crewmate covered his mouth before Adrien felt the man being ripped from him.

He watched as the man’s throat was sliced and he was tossed to the deck below. Adrien tried to scurry across the mast, but it didn’t matter. Hands grabbed him faster than he could climb away, and he was quickly brought down to his father. The scent of blood was thick, mixed with the perfume of the salty sea in the air, and laced with peppered gunpowder.

“You disobeyed me, son. You have not lifted one finger in the last few fucking days and had my own damned quartermaster cover it up for you. If I did not know any better, I would believe you to be a bastard’s son and not one of noble blood!” Gabriel spit at Adrien and grabbed his arms, yanking him towards the ship’s railing. “I have no need for a bastard. Your mother, God rest her soul, would find you to be a disgrace to your name!”

“No, please, please, father. I will do what you wish. I will make you proud of me. Please. I beg of you.” Adrien’s expression was wild as he fought against his father’s hold.

“You were always a bad omen, Adrien, and bad omens lie with the sea.” Gabriel’s facial expression lacked any emotion of love towards Adrien as he unceremoniously tossed his sobbing son to sea with little care.

Nathalie had been too late to stop him, screaming and gasping with her hand over her mouth as it had already been done. There was little she could do other than pray that he would be okay, even if she knew he wouldn’t live.

Adrien awoke, coughing and sputtering up sea water. His throat was sore, and his eyes ached from being dry from the salt in the sea. He groaned as he felt the wet deck beneath him and realized he was no longer floating in the ocean or treading water. No longer sinking and feeling the harsh water entering his lungs and making them burn as he reached out for help.

“Is he dead?” A boy, that appeared to be about his age, poked him with the end of his cutlass.

“No, child.” An older man of Chinese descent spoke. Adrien blinked and his vision slowly came back into focus. “Ah, you are awake. Good.”

Adrien sat up as his heart raced and his breathing picked up. He scrambled backwards along the deck and the boy with teal-tipped hair stared at him funny.

“Why is he scurrying like a rat, Captain Fu?” He tilted his head to the side and threw the cutlass over his shoulder with his hip cocked.

“You remember what it was like when you lost your family.” Captain Fu stood with a cane in his hand.

The boy tilted his head to the other side before putting his cutlass away and walking towards Adrien. He crouched down in front of him and held out his hand, “Luka, and you are?”

“A-Adrien,” Adrien stuttered and held out his trembling hand to shake Luka’s.

“Nice to make your acquaintance Adrien,” Luka gave him a smile, showcasing a few missing baby teeth.

Adrien nodded and shook his hand, letting the boy help him up. He finally took in the crew around him. There were children running around and playing while working beside other crew members. He was on a galleon and a brilliant one at that.

“How did you end up tossed at sea?” Luka hopped up onto a cask and kicked his feet, tapping on the wood with his heels to make a song. “You fuck up or something?” Adrien widened his eyes at Luka’s words and watched the boy laugh. “Come on. We all did something to end up here.”

Adrien wrapped his arms around himself and shook his head. Luka sighed and hopped back down to grab the boy’s wrist. “Come on, I will show ye’ around.”

“How did you end up here?” Adrien let the boy lead him around the ship.

“Bastard’s son. My father tossed me out when he wanted to become a pirate. Captain Fu found me on a dock. Better than a workhouse.” Luka smiled at Adrien and stopped in the crew’s quarters. “This is where we sleep. You can have this hammock.”

Adrien stared at the canvas that was swaying with the sea and nodded. “I appreciate it.”

“The galley down the hall has food and drink. We each have our own duties and purpose aboard the vessel.” Luka laid in his hammock and used his foot to make it swing.

“My father tossed me to sea,” Adrien whispered, staring at the deck.

“I gathered that. For what?” Luka sat up and gripped the edge of the hammock.

“Disobeying orders and being born from a bad omen.” Adrien swallowed hard and finally let the tears fall from his peridot eyes.

Luka’s mouth fell open as he tried to think of what to say but came up empty.

“Boys,” Captain Fu called and Luka got up, taking Adrien’s hand and running with him towards the captain’s voice.

“Yes, Captain,” Luka stood and awaited orders beside a sniffling new friend.

“Luka, I need for you to help Ivan trim the sails.” Captain Fu watched the boy nod and run off. “Adrien?”

“Yes, sir.” Adrien didn’t meet his eyes.

“I need for you to follow me.” Captain Fu watched the boy nod and he turned to walk towards his captain’s quarters.

Adrien stepped foot inside and heard the door shut. He peered up and found an array of apothecary items: herbs, glassware, books, hanging plants, and other ingredients to cure any ailment.

“Ah, I see you have an interest in medicine.” Captain Fu smiled and walked over to grab his books. “I figured you might.”

“You are a physician?” Adrien swallowed hard, wiping his nose with his dirty sleeve.

“Aye,” Captain Fu nodded and brought Adrien over to his set-up.

“May I learn?” Adrien searched the items around him, struggling to read labels.

“Can you read, boy?” Captain Fu flipped through his book.

“No, sir.” Adrien shook his head and felt more tears fall.

“Then we best be startin’ there, should we not?” Captain Fu warmly smiled at him and watched a smile begin to appear on the boy’s face. “But also, why ye’ be wanting to learn?”

“My mother passed, and I wished I could have saved her,” Adrien peered down at the jars of herbs on the desk. “Because then I would never have become a bad omen to my father, and he never would have thrown me away.”

Captain Fu’s heart ached at the boy’s words, and he suddenly slammed the book shut. “We begin now.”

“You can not be bloody serious, Luka.” Adrien grabbed his friend’s arm as they walked across Captain Fu’s deck to help with the rigging.

“I am. I want to man my own crew and I want to go after the treasure that has sank beneath the waves of the unforgiving sea. Do you not wish to find the silver from that wreck?” Luka stopped to search Adrien’s gaze. “Have ye’ never dreamed of being something greater? To pillage and plunder for the items you fucking need when there is so few at sea? To get back at the people who damned well controlled you? The sea is a democracy, one that is fair and true. Those on land do not care about what you have to say or think,” Luka gestured towards the horizon. “You know damn better than most, Adrien. Your own, blasted, father tossed you to the sirens. My father only left me on a damned dock.”

Adrien cringed at what he was saying, “I wish to help people get better, that is all. I do not wish for coin or blood.”

“Too bad because our life is not meant for anything better than what I am describing. The sea will run with blood, Adrien. You are a bloody pirate now, not a privateer’s golden bitch.” Luka shoved Adrien in the shoulder. “You can either come with me or sink back into the sea and let her claim you as hers’. Pick your damned poison.”

Adrien swallowed hard as his friend walked away from him, thinking about his options. The only thing he did know was that he didn’t want the life that Luka wanted. He wanted to man his own galleon, sure, but he didn’t want to shed blood in order to do it.

Adrien stood on the docks of the next port, purchasing a sloop and gathering up men from the tavern that were looking for a place to work and find freedom. He employed the men required to run the small vessel and set his sights on a life that he had never dreamed of. Luka had been right about one thing, the only way for him to make do with what he knew was to continue being a sailor. For he only knew how to sail and how to treat the ill, making him a wonderful asset to any crew.

He slowly worked up to a galleon from the bottom, gaining more men with promises of freedom and coin. A fair democracy where everyone’s vote counted and would be taken into account with every decision.

After many quests he was nicknamed, Captain Chat Noir.

“And then I found you at the wife sale,” Chat Noir sighed, leaning back against the bed as the storm wailed outside of his cabin.

Coccinelle sniffed and rubbed her rounded stomach with her hands, mentally promising to never let them go or get hurt. “My apologies for such a father.”

“Nothing to be done. If anything, it made me stronger.” Chat Noir swallowed hard and leaned over to pass her a drink to ease her sickness that had returned now that she was further along.

“I will never get used to this,” Coccinelle gagged at the taste of ginger.

Chat Noir softly laughed and peered down at the bed and back up at her, “Does it help?”

“Yes; however, it is horrid.” Coccinelle finished it before getting up to use the bucket in the corner to relieve herself since their baby was kicking her bladder. “You realize that we can not hide this much longer. I am surprised Nino has not figured it out.”

“Too busy with tasks, I suppose.” Chat Noir groaned as he sat up and suddenly felt her hands on his shoulders.

“Everyone is,” Coccinelle sighed, and headed towards the door. “I should be doing my own.”

“Be careful, m’lady.” Chat Noir watched her nod and leave.

He sighed and got up, walking over to the bucket to relieve himself. He thought about what he was going to do when she finally gave birth. What his plan was, and what he needed to do to prepare for it. His mind was filled with how he was going to explain it to his crew. There would be no hiding it at that point and he needed a way to not be voted out of being the captain of his own crew or worse, hung from the gallows for allowing a woman onboard.

Song I wrote to:

Lora Lie Lo by Patty Gurdy

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Chat Noir sat in his captain’s quarters, looking over his map and wondering what he was going to tell his crew. How were Coccinelle and him going to come out and explain their predicament without losing their favor?

“Lazy bastard,” he teased Plagg and moved the cat out of the way, pouring himself a tankard of rum, and thinking about what they were going to do.

Coccinelle busted into his cabin out of breath, “If you are quite finished pondering plans for our predicament, the crew could use their Captain on deck.”

Chat Noir shoved his wooden chair back and stood up, grabbing his hat and cutlass on the way out to the deck, hearing chaos erupting outside. A million options of what could have gone wrong were going through his thoughts and he couldn’t fathom which one was the worst of them. He rushed out and found his quartermaster Nino trying to keep two men from murdering one another.

Chat Noir brought his index finger and thumb to his lips, letting an ear-splitting whistle past them. “Gentlemen! I will not have blood spilled on my, blasted, ship unless it is the blood of our, fucking, enemy! Do you gather there is an enemy aboard, gentlemen?!” He placed his hand on the butt of his cutlass.

“No, Captain,” one of the men shouted over the roaring sea.

“Would you, fucking, like there to be?” Chat Noir yanked his cutlass from its sheath and stepped forward to place the sharp tip beneath one of the men’s chins, tilting his head up. He gave him a serious expression that was cold enough to cut through the poor man’s soul. The crewmate shivered and Chat Noir peered down at him, “Speak when, bloody, spoken to.”

Coccinelle stood along the railing of the galleon, watching Chat Noir threaten one of the men. The other one began to laugh at the situation, and she gasped, as Chat Noir suddenly swung his blade towards the other man.

“You are equally guilty. Wipe that shitty grin off your face,” Chat Noir took his cutlass away and gestured with it. “One of you bastards, bloody, best confess to what began this scuffle!”

“We heard there was a woman aboard, Captain.” One of the men raised their hands as if they were innocent.

Coccinelle choked and tripped against the side of the galleon. Chat Noir quickly peered over to make sure she was okay and watched her nod and wave him off. He flashed a glance back towards the crewmate who had spoken.

“Who told you?” Chat Noir demanded and pressed the tip of his cutlass against the man’s chest harder.

Neither man would speak, and Chat Noir growled, annoyed by everything that was occurring on his ship. He had been trying to plan a better way of letting the secret out, and this was anything but what he had planned.

“Letter came in,” Nino came out of the crowd with a folded piece of parchment. “Seems Captain Luka decided to make it of utmost importance to the crew.”

Chat Noir stowed his cutlass into its holster and stormed over to his quartermaster, ripping the letter from his hand. “That fucking, bastard.”

“So, it be true, Captain? We have a woman aboard the ship?” One of the men shouted out towards Chat Noir.

“Aye,” Chat Noir reluctantly nodded, looking over the letter and scowling at it.

Coccinelle rushed over and took the letter from him, reading it. “Bastard!”

“Well, I demand a bloody good explanation,” Nino crossed his arms over his chest.

“We all would like a fucking explanation,” one of the men shouted out with everyone echoing behind him.

Coccinelle peered up at Chat Noir and watched him sigh, “Gather round for a tale then.”

Chat Noir relayed all of the information from the wife sale to then, gesturing throughout the story. Coccinelle chimed in here and there, undoing her hair to let it fall free down her back. She stood beside Chat Noir and together they told their story. Chat Noir took her hand and hoped that the crew wouldn’t turn against them. However, all they seemed to gain were looks of admiration.

“She gives birth on the galleon, and we gain good luck,” Chat Noir explained for those who believed in superstitions. “We all are fucking aware of this hell of a tale.”

“But a woman being aboard is, blasted, bad luck,” one of the men angrily shouted.

“Shut your mouth! Have we met misfortune since she stepped foot on the bloody ship?” Nino finally spoke up, irritated by the crew’s behavior.

“No,” they shouted in reply to him.

“Then what makes you, fucking, think that she will cause misfortune now? Because you are all, blasted, aware of it suddenly?” Nino glared at the men on the deck.

“He has a, bloody, point,” a man shrugged.

“I promise that I have not brought bad luck upon this ship. I have merely cast luck upon it, and we hope this baby will bring even more.” Coccinelle touched her stomach and ran her hands along it. “Better to find out now than later when I am lying in!”

“And if it should go awry?” Someone shouted from the crowd.

“I promised that I will not have blood on my hands, and I bloody well meant it,” Chat Noir jammed his finger towards the deck beneath them. “I may have brought a fucking wench aboard, but I do not intend to lose all respect as a Captain! Nothing changes! I am qualified to bring this child aboard and I will, damn well, succeed at it!”

Coccinelle stood beside Chat Noir and gripped his hand harder before placing it on her rounded stomach beneath her oversized clothing. She peered down and whispered, “That is your outstanding father, lucky one.”

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“Do you have a painting of your mother?” Marinette went through Adrien’s chest with him, running her hand over her baby bump with a warm smile as the baby kicked.

“Unfortunately, I do not.” Adrien sighed and pulled out an old spyglass. “Do you?”

“No. We never had coin for such things.” Marinette sighed and pulled out an old shirt that was small enough to fit a child. She held it and ran her thumb along an old stain with a saddened expression. “My apologies that you had to endure the pain of your past. You did not deserve such a fate.”

“Nothing you could have done about it. I fathom it made me stronger as a man.” Adrien smirked over at her and put the spyglass back into the chest.

“Your baby is kicking up a storm,” Marinette took his hand and placed it on her stomach, watching Adrien’s eyes light up from their child kicking his hand. “Feel him?”

“It is a him now?” Adrien raised his eyebrow at her.

“Better to be a him than an it, do you not agree?’ Marinette searched his gaze and heard him softly laugh.

“Could be a princess,” Adrien touched her stomach with both hands and spoke towards their baby.

“Very well, Princess Emma.” Marinette giggled and placed her hands over his.

“Fair Maiden Emma,” Adrien sighed with a warm smile, rubbing her rounded stomach. “I like the sound of that. And if it is a prince?”

“Prince Hugo,” Marinette sighed, leaning back on her palms with her legs out in front of her.

“Prince... Hugo...” Adrien tested the name on his tongue. “Sure, you do not wish his name to be Louis?”

“Oooh, Louis is a grand name as well,” Marinette thought about it and tested it on her tongue. “I adore it.”

Adrien sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her body, touching her stomach and kissing from her shoulder to her neck. “All I want is a port and a tankard of bloody good rum.”

“Soon,” Marinette sighed turning her head to brush her lips against his.

“Pfft, probably a few mother fuckin’ days, m’lady.” Adrien rolled his eyes and held her tighter. “By the time we get to a port, the little one will be here.”

“Mmm... I gather we have a few more weeks, give or take, Captain,” Marinette argued and heard him scoff.

“My findings tell me he shall be coming any day now,” Adrien ran his hands along her stomach, gently patting a number pattern on her stomach and feeling the baby kick back the same number. “Smart little bug.”

Marinette giggled and peered over her shoulder at Adrien, “Because he has such an educated father.”

“Mmm...” Adrien nuzzled her with his cheek, “You forget that his mother is well educated as well.”

“Mmm...” Marinette turned around in his arms to cradle his face, brushing her fingers along the few days old stubble on his cheeks, “Agree to disagree, Captain Noir.”

He softly laughed and ran a hand along the back of her head, sinking his fingers into her salty, dark, hair to slowly tug her head back. She let a mewl spill from her lips before he leaned down to capture them with his own. He groaned as he pulled her onto his lap with his other hand, causing her to straddle his thighs.

He let go of her hair to slide his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to pool around her thighs. She reached between her thighs to undo the buttons on his breeches, freeing his hardened length from the confines of his pants. Adrien moaned against her lips, raking his teeth along her bottom lip and tugging on it.

She moaned and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, gently running her hand from the base to the tip. Adrien let her lip go and rested his forehead against hers with parted lips. His chest rose and fell as she continued to stroke his hardened length, teasing the sensitive triangle beneath the head with her thumb. She teased his swollen head with her hand for a moment before he grabbed her hips and lifted her up. Marinette suddenly grabbed his shoulders, peering down, as he lowered her down onto his hard cock.

A mewl spilled from her lips as he slowly stretched her open and filled her, using his hands to bounce her up and down on his hardened length. She slowly raised herself up and back down, sinking further down onto his pulsing cock. A loud moan escaped her lips and into his shirt, as she bit his shoulder to try and keep quiet.

“Shhh.. unless you want my whole crew to hear me ravishing you,” Adrien smirked, and Marinette smacked his bicep.

He softly chuckled and raised and dropped her faster onto his hardened length, making her cry out into his shoulder. Adrien held back his own groans, focusing on her with each thrust of his hips. He ran his hands along her stomach to her hips, pumping into her.

Adrien laid back, letting his hands wander down her thighs. He ghosted his fingers up her thighs, beneath her skirts, to slip a hand between their bodies to tease her sensitive clit. She gasped and flung her head back with her hands on his stomach, bouncing up and down. She raised up so only his swollen head was within her wet pussy and circled her hips to tease him. A strangled moan left his lips and she slammed down to the base of his cock, making him gasp.

“Mother fuck-, woman,” Adrien cursed and gripped her thighs, watching her giggle and bounce. Each giggle caused her to clench around his throbbing cock and made him groan.

She raised up to tease his sensitive tip again, circling her hips and moaning for him. Adrien peered through his messy, golden, bangs at her. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, as he anticipated her slamming back down onto his slick cock.

Marinette moaned and slowly eased back down halfway, fucking with him and making him growl. He grabbed her hips and slammed her back down to the base of his cock, causing him to groan in pleasure as her walls clenched around him.

“Fucking hell, wench,” Adrien cursed again and she giggled, focusing on rocking her hips to brush her swollen clit against his pelvis. “Cum for me.” He licked his lips and watched her bow her head, getting lost in the way his pelvic bone pressed against her sensitive bud as he raised his hips a bit.

Marinette panted and her whole body trembled as her thighs flexed. Her strokes became shorter, and her hands fisted his linen shirt. Adrien watched her part her lips and he placed one hand over her mouth, feeling her bite his palm to silence her screams of ecstasy with her hips stilling. He grabbed her hip with his free hand, braced his boots on the wooden floor, and pumped into her faster and harder to chase her climax along with his.

“Fuck, you feel glorious,” Adrien licked his lips and groaned as he released into her, filling her with his warm cum and making her cry out.

Her breasts rose and fell in sharp pants as she hummed in satisfaction. Adrien lifted her from his softening cock and sat up to carry her to the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he laid her down, watching her roll onto her side.

Adrien laid down beside her and ran his hand through her hair to brush it behind her ear. “Soon,” he kissed her forehead and heard her hum and nod.

One song I wrote to:

FU In My Head by Cloudy June

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Adrien dipped a ripped piece of linen into a bucket of water, while Marinette squatted on his bed and gripped his shoulders for support. He ran the wet cloth along her sweat-laden forehead.

“You are doing so well, m’lady.” Adrien focused on running the cool water across her forehead and along one of her cheeks.

She gripped his shoulders to the point of hurting him, but he braced himself for it. Her nails dug into his skin as she tried to breathe through the contractions that wrapped around her lower stomach and lower back.

“I cannot do this,” Marinette sobbed, shaking her head to deny it.

Adrien ran the cloth beneath her chin and raised her pained gaze to his, “You can, and you will.”

She bowed her head and grit her teeth as another contraction hit, “Please, please, please. I beg. Make it cease.”

Adrien ran his hand along her lower back as she hissed in pain, “You are doing so well, Marinette. It will be over soon.”

Marinette sobbed and gripped his shoulders harder, as he ran his hand beneath her skirts to check how far along she was.

“You are nearly there, m’lady,” Adrien smiled for her and dipped the cloth back into the water to run along her forehead and down her neck. “Soon.”

“Not nearly soon enough,” Marinette grit out as another contraction wrapped around her lower body and cause her breath to catch and a long groan to leave her clenched teeth.

“Remember to breathe. In…” Adrien breathed in slowly, watching her do the same. “Out…” He breathed out to have her follow him.

Each of her breaths followed his, making the pain ease as she focused on him. He continued to apply the cool cloth to her heated skin, feeling her crush his shoulders and arms with her hands.

“Adrien,” Marinette gasped his name out as she whimpered. “I- I do not gather how I will be able to do this. The pain is far worse than anything else I have endured before. I am frightened and every fiber of my being is afraid that I will not be able to do this.”

“I understand, m’lady, but I can assure you that you can accomplish this. You are a badass woman with ten times the strength of most of the blasted men on this galleon. I am here with you, and I will tell you as many times as I must that you can bloody do this.” Adrien threw the cloth into the bucket of water, slipping his hand beneath her skirts to check her again.

She cried out in pain as the contractions became closer together, gripping him harder. Adrien gripped her chin and made her focus on him, “Deep breath in.”

Marinette breathed in and waited for him to instruct her. A contraction started and Adrien timed it.

“Push for me,” Adrien felt her body tremble and her nails bite into his shoulders as she pushed down towards his hand. “Come on, m’lady. You can accomplish it. Soon we will welcome a beautiful infant into the world to cherish and adore unabashedly.”

Marinette screamed as she finished pushing down, and Adrien told her to take breaths for a bit. He put her in a rhythm, pushing with each contraction until he felt their baby’s head.

“He is right here, m’lady. You are doing so well,” Adrien brushed his hand along her cheek with a loving gaze.

She locked her exhausted gaze with his, her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and her cheeks were flushed. Marinette licked her lips and trembled, nearly losing her strength to stand any long. She shook her head and let sobs rack through her chest. “I cannot, I cannot, I—” she screamed again in pain.

“Look at me, m’lady,” Adrien grabbed her attention with his emerald gaze with a serious expression.

Her gaze rose to his as her body trembled and her breaths came out in pants through her nose. “What?” Her tone was short and tempered.

“He is at the very precipice and almost in your arms. Take my hand,” Adrien held his hand out for her and she took it with a trembling hand. He placed her hand beneath her skirts to feel the top of his head, “Feel him? See how he is right there?”

Marinette nodded and sobbed more but this time with joy. Adrien licked his lips and softly laughed with her. Suddenly another pained cry fell from her lips as a contraction amped up.

“Push for me,” Adrien kept her hand in place with his so she could tell how well she was doing. “Focus on bringing our precious baby boy into the world.”

Marinette’s held breath burst into a sob as she cried out into Adrien’s shoulder. She fell against him and tried to catch her breath.

“I- I cannot squat any longer,” Marinette licked her lips and panted. “I am exhausted beyond measure.”

Adrien nodded, “Let us try laboring on your side.”

He helped ease her on her side, grabbed her leg and lifted it, spreading her legs for her and supporting her from behind. Marinette panted and moaned in pain. She slapped her hand onto his hand that was on her thigh and gripped it, pushing on the next contraction.

“Can you reach down and catch him for me?” Adrien watched as his child was slowly birthed by the love of his life, causing him to fill with joy and admiration for Marinette. It took a lot of strength to birth a child and he admired her for it.

Marinette let out one last pained scream as their child was safely delivered into her hands, while he held her leg for her and watched.

Adrien gazed upon his baby boy and tried to keep the tears from escaping, “Tis a boy.”

Adrien helped her gather their baby into her arms. Marinette gently pat the baby on the back until a cry burst from his lips.

“Prince Louis,” she panted and cried, as Adrien helped her roll onto her back.

“Prince Louis.” He wrapped the baby in linen on her chest. 

He grabbed a blade, sanitized it with rum, and cut the umbilical cord with a few slices. Marinette groaned as another contraction hit. Adrien helped her deliver the afterbirth before cleaning her up with the linen and water.

He finished up ringing out the red tinged water from the rag. He sanitized his hands the best he could and watched Marinette slipping her index finger into their infant’s hand. Louis gripped her finger and she peered up at Adrien, “Is he not the most precious lucky charm?”

Adrien softly smiled, exhausted from helping support his lady through everything. Louis wailed and Adrien shushed him, slipping his pinky between his lips to quiet him. “He’s famished.”

Marinette nodded and undid her chemise to expose her breasts. She brought Louis to one of them, and Adrien helped her get him to latch properly. Marinette softly smiled with Adrien, as they relaxed with their baby as a family.

Adrien ran his hand gently along the back of Louis’s head, supporting him against Marinette’s breast. “I vow to never treat you how my father treated me. I vow to protect you and your mother until my dying breath, our lucky charm.”

Marinette peered at him with tears rolling down her cheeks, filled with more love for the man beside her than she ever thought she could. Her heartbeat raced in her chest, and she didn’t think she could ever love him more than in that moment.

Adrien brushed his lips against hers before whispering, “I should tell the crew a healthy baby boy was born upon the galleon.”

Marinette nodded and kissed him one more time, before he left to celebrate the good omen with his crew.

THE END.