#bee writting

He was the life of the party, that you could tell even standing on the sidelines. To be honest, Starlings weren’t really on your radar. You hadn’t ever liked the idea of buying a companion like that. Yet watching Shanks at that long ago party, you felt like you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the picture he made, oozing confidence with every smile and laugh. You were utterly entranced and, for the first time in your life, you wanted a Starling.

But not just any Starling, this Starling.

When the owner had offered to share Shanks around (for a fee) you finally managed to drag yourself away from the gobsmacked oogling you’d been doing. You didn’t need to watch the expert way Shanks could flirt, you’d seen it all night. It would just break your heart to see him disappear into a room with a different person over and over again.

So when you randomly saw Shanks on a post about Starlings available for purchase you almost dropped your phone in your excitement. He was a 'last chance' offer, missing an arm and had some baggage apparently. He was noted as an alcoholic and previous owners had complained about his behavior before. This was his last chance as a companion. 

You couldn't care less about any of that and quickly put yourself down as 'interested' and waited with your heart in your throat for some sort of word back. When it came you could have combusted from sheer nerves. You had been accepted, sort of. Shanks was going around personally to the ones he had agreed to visit, seeing which one he wanted to make his 'forever home' as it were. 

None of that really mattered to you, you were given a chance and that's all you could have wanted. 

You paced your tiny studio apartment anxiously. When the doorbell rang you flew to the door, butterflies swirling in your stomach. You opened the door a little too fast and it banged against the wall, making you flinch. A deep chuckle made you look up and your heart skipped a beat. 

He looked just as stunning as the first time you saw him. Your eyes roamed his body, clocking the differences. You noticed the missing arm, yes, but also you were intrigued by the three jagged scars bi-secting his eye. You wondered what the story was there. 

Shanks smirked down at you, arm leaning against the upper doorframe, his wings taking up the space beyond, making him the only thing you could see. 

Not that it mattered, you only wanted to see him anyway. 

After a moment of silence, your eyes still trailing over his body, his smirk grew larger. "Gonna invite me in or...?" he trailed off meaningfully and you blinked before taking a step back with a small gasp. 

"Ah, I'm so sorry! Come in, come in." Once the door was shut, the breath got knocked out of your lungs as you were suddenly slammed against it. 

Shanks' arm was propped above you, wings boxing you in and leaving you with no escape route. You stared at him with wide eyes. 

"Now," he began, voice as smooth as silk, and you shivered as he reached out to hold your chin between long fingers. "Should we get started?" A thick thigh began to work its way between your legs and you squeaked. His eyes held you captive and for a moment you almost lost yourself. Goosebumps sprang up on your skin from where he touched you and that smirk was just so handsome. But something in his eyes bothered you before he began to lean closer. 

It was enough to snap you out of your trace and you put both hands on his chest (noticing how thick and hard it was—focus) and pushed him away. 

Surprise was the only thing that made him back up a few steps, confusion furrowing his brow. "I uh," you explained nervously, "I don't want to do anything right now. I wanted to show you around and maybe... get to know you first?" 

Shanks blinked a few times, stormy blue-grey eyes boring into you before he threw his head back with a laugh. He laughed so hard his body shook with it, feathers raining from his wings, long tail feathers swishing behind him. Finally he straightened and caught your eye, this time his smile felt genuine, not the way the smirk had before. 

"Is that so? Well then, give me the grand tour." 

That was the start of it all. A few hours later the anxiousness had faded away and you found yourself blabbering on and on as Shanks listened with a half-smile on his face. By the time you realized it was nearing dinnertime and that he should have left hours before, you asked if he needed to leave. 

His smile had widened, chin resting in his hand gaze intent on you as if you were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "No," Shanks had answered lazily. "Figured I'd stay here. As long as you were okay with that?" 

The heated look he shot your way made it clear he didn't expect you to complain. And you didn't, of course. No, you were thrilled in fact. It was everything you had ever wanted and never thought you could have. 

Months flew by. You absolutely adored having Shanks around, he was so relaxed and made you laugh. Sure, maybe he drank a little too often but from all the complaints you had heard—nothing came from them, aside from the drinking. He'd lost his arm saving a kid, he confessed to you fondly, and your heart swelled with feelings for him. 

Still, the two of you hadn't had sex yet. Shanks occasionally made little offers for it but quickly backed off when you gently refused. You knew what most companion Starlings were for but you never wanted him to feel like that was all you were after. More than anything else you wanted a companion and you were thrilled to have him as yours and no one else's.

The only thing Shanks really put his foot down (or taloned foot down as it were) about was sleeping on the couch. He'd pouted and whined until you finally gave in and let him sleep in your bed. You were worried it would lead to -ahem- other things but besides a couple of awkward wake-ups where you were wrapped tightly in his arm, body pressed against his and his erection pulsing against your lower back before you quickly slipped out of the bed, things were going great. 

Perfect even, you'd say. 

So when you opened your eyes one morning, sunlight bright against the ceiling shining around the drawn curtains you were momentarily puzzled. Your body was buzzing, pleasure fizzling over your skin and you shifted with a confused noise before something warm brushed over your core and you jumped. 

A hand held your hip in place so you couldn't go far and you looked down into Shanks' overly pleased face, resting against one of your thighs. You were bare from the waist down. 

"Shanks what—" 

"Darling," Shanks' voice interrupted and the nickname stopped you short, making your belly clench. He grinned before placing a kiss on the side of your thigh. "I've been putting out feelers and you've been ignoring them." 

You could feel how wet you were, how long had he been down there?! You tried to close your legs but his hand and head prevented you from moving. You nibbled on your lip and his eyes tracked the movement. 

"If you don't want to, we don't have to," he said very seriously and you shook your head.

"It's not that! I just didn't want you to feel like that's all I wanted from you..." you trailed off and Shanks relaxed with a chuckle. He had tensed while waiting for your answer. 

"Don't think that's an issue at all, sweetheart. You've been treating me like royalty ever since I got here." His smile had you smiling back without thinking. 

"You started moaning my name in your sleep," Shanks explained. "I just couldn't help myself." You felt yourself flush but his grin didn't fade, heat now sparking in his eyes. "So we good to go or you got any complaints?" 

"N-no," you managed to stutter out, rising to your elbows to watch him better. His grin widened. 

"Great. Problems with anything before we start?" When you shook your head, Shanks' hand tightened on your thigh. "What about biting or pain?" 

"That's fine," you answered, heart pounding in your chest and he cursed under his breath before turning his head and biting into the meat of your thigh. You jumped but there wasn't anywhere to go, not with his hand and mouth holding you in place. 

You whimpered a little when he pulled back with a sigh. He kissed the mark he left behind. 

"Sorry," Shanks cooed at you softly. "You're probably gonna end up with some marks after this. But first, let's take care of you, yeah?" 

Warm breath ghosted over your quivering folds and you shook right along with it. His lips closed around your clit and your eyes rolled back as you moaned loudly, feet dragging along the sheets. 

You could hear him chuckle, the sound rumbling through you before he started to suck with earnest. Your hands buried into red locks as your hips twitched towards his mouth. 

"Shankssss," you moaned. He moved from your clit to lap at your folds, tongue swirling and you could feel the roughness of his stubble rubbing on your thighs, making you shiver. Still, when he dipped his tongue inside, you whimpered at the feeling but it wasn't enough. 

Swallowing loudly, you tugged on his hair, and his eyes opened before he pulled back slightly. 

"Something wrong?" he asked and you stared at how wet his face was, covered in your juices. It made your stomach do a flip. 

"No," you said quickly before you cleared your throat. "Could you, uh... use your tongue?" 

Shanks' eyes widened before they went back to his measured expression, smile teasing. "Darling, I have been using my tongue." 

You groaned with annoyance, giving him one sharp tug. "You know what I mean." 

"Do I?" 

Feeling impatient start to flare, you wiggled your hips at him. "Shanks, please," you whined, high and needy and he sighed happily. 

"Anything to hear you beg like that," he said before diving back in. This time when his tongue slid inside it kept going and your back arched with a long drawn-out moan. 

Shanks didn't let up, just pulled his head back and let his tongue do the rest; long and thin it extended way past where his mouth should and you felt your release crawling up your spine as your toes curled. 

"Shanks, Shanks, Shanks," you chanted like a prayer, like the only thing you would ever want to worship and he managed to laugh, even fucking you on his long tongue as he was. 

It squirmed inside of you before pressing exactly where you needed it and stars exploded across your vision as you keened with pleasure. His hand lifted one leg over a shoulder and you quickly moved the other to follow. Feathers from his wings brushed against your feet and your hands clenched into the bed sheets tightly, knuckles turning white. 

"So loud," Shanks muttered with approval. 

You felt your release building as he thrust his thick tongue back and forth inside of you, the feel of it like nothing you had ever experienced. You sobbed out a moan in warning. 

"Yeah?" Shanks caught on quickly. "Gonna cum for me?" You nodded your head, too blissed out to speak, your hips chasing his tongue and thrusting to force his tongue deeper and harder inside of you. He did something special to make it rub against your clit. "Then do it, cum for me sweet thing."

It only took a clever harder press against your clit while his tongue rubbed against that spot inside of you before you screamed, body shaking like a live wire as the high you were climbing finally released. 

Distantly, you heard Shanks humming happily before his tongue slowly withdrew. You shifted, slowly dragging one leg off his shoulder but his hand caught on the other before you could slip it off and you froze, mind still foggy as you drifted in post-orgasmic bliss. That had to be the best you'd ever had. 

His tongue, feeling more normal, or well human, started to lap at your core and you batted at his head. "Shanks!" You tried to wiggle away, oversensitivity making it uncomfortable but he held you firm with his hand. 

"Hold on babe, let me have my snack." His eyes were filled with mirth. "You wouldn't want to skip out on breakfast would you?' 

You snorted out a laugh before relaxing back into the mattress and closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his warm tongue caressing you so gently. 

Right as your body was starting to get interested in the proceedings again, Shanks withdrew. His arm snaked behind your back before he easily pulled you up, making you yelp with how unexpected it was. Your hands clutched at his shoulders as he settled you into his lap. 

You shivered at the feeling of his cock bumping against your stomach. He raised a red eyebrow at you. 

"Well?" he asked with a smirk. "Gonna hop on? I only have so many arms here you know," Shanks teased as the arm wrapped around your waist tightened. 

You huffed out a laugh but braced your feet against the bed, holding yourself up as you snaked a hand down to his cock. You gave it a single squeeze and thrilled at the answering hiss from Shanks before you lined it up with your entrance. When the head breached you, you groaned, letting your hand fall away. 

Teeth sank into your shoulder making you gasp at the pain as his cock slowly worked you open, as you slid down inch by glorious inch.

"Fuckkk." Shanks' voice was muffled against your skin as he bit down just a little harder before releasing your skin and placing apologetic kisses over the mark. "You feel so good, love." 

Before you could question that love your heart pounding at the nickname, your ass hit his thighs as he buried the last little bit inside of you. The thought was promptly forgotten as you threw your head back with a small scream, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. 

Instantly Shanks' mouth was at your neck, sucking and biting, seemingly on a one track mission to give you as many hickies as possible. 

"Shanksss," you groaned, trying to pull away the little pinpricks of pain distracting you from trying to adjust to his length. His lips chased after you, leaving little frantic kisses along your skin.  

"Sorry, sorry, just one more? I can't help it, shit, you're so tight," Shanks muttered under his breath and your pussy clenched around him at the words and he groaned. "Keep doing that and I'll make it so you can't walk for a week." He pulled back just enough to look up at you with a meaningful gleam in his eyes. 

You fluttered your lashes at him. "You'd have to actually move first." 

"Hohhh? Think you can take it?" Before you could answer, his arm lifted you up before letting you drop and you scrambled to hold on as he set up a quick pace, hips slamming into you, your ass slapping against his thighs. 

The two of you moaned together, and you loved the feeling of finally, finally feeling him like this. His cock spearing you open, his arm keeping you close, nowhere to go except to just take him; it was amazing. 

His wings came around you, dragging feathers across your skin and goosebumps rose in their wake. You've never been with a Starling before but Shanks was truly making this an unforgettable experience.

The sounds of your lovemaking filled the space, groans and flesh slapping against flesh. 

Shanks sought out your lips and you opened up gladly. When his tongue worked its way inside, you barely thought about it, just instantly sucked it further inside, loving that you could finally taste him like this. All the while, his cock kept up a constant rhythm, arm wrapped like a band around you, holding you close to his chest. 

His tongue traveled around your mouth, mapping out every nook and cranny and you moaned, a hand cradling his cheek and feeling his facial hair rub against your palm. Then without warning the tongue forced its way to the back of your throat, making your eyes shoot open with a start as you gagged. 

Shanks' eyes burned into your own as he didn't stop, just thrusted his tongue in and out of your throat staring straight at you and tears started leaking from your eyes. Drool dribbled from your mouth and you struggled to breath. 

Now it felt almost like two cocks carving you open, one still thrusting into your pussy, so wet, the slide of it was easy and you could hear the sounds it was making, showing how turned on you were. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned around his tongue, the pleasure that had been slowly building was quickly cresting. 

You grabbed onto his hair and tugged as you let out another muffled moan, trying to warn him. One more constant slap, slap before he pulled you almost completely off his cock and then slammed you down making you see stars as you screamed one final time, your release rushing through you. 

Shanks' tongue withdrew as he gave a few more hurried thrusts, your body limp and leaning against his chest, nipples catching against his chest hair. You felt it as he came, burying himself deep as he groaned and you tried to catch your breath. You could feel hot cum splatter against your walls and you clenched automatically, making Shanks whine in his throat before he fell back against the bed, taking you with him. 

"Fuckkk, that was good," he announced, his hand trailing down to your ass and giving it a squeeze. You wiggled your hips, moving his cock around from where it was still buried inside of you and he laughed, giving your ass a harder slap. "Tease." 

"Look who's talking," you shot back as you raised your ass enough so his cock could slip out, covered in your combined juices. You let your body fall back onto his chest, feeling his cum begin to leak out of your used pussy. 

"Maybe," Shanks replied. He shot you a look and heat crawled down your spine by how filthy it was. "I gotta make up for lost time, after all. When can you go again?" 

You couldn't help it, you burst out laughing, hands stroking along his chest, reveling in the fact that you could to do that now. That would you be able to for the foreseeable future. 

"As soon as you want," you said at last. "Gotta make up for lost time right?"