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Idk why my queue didn’t work, I’m officially 47 minutes late, BUT PART II OF KING OF THE SEAS IS OUT NOW 😛

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King of the Seas

Part II

<Part I>

pirate!reader x prisoner!ellie

summary - that day had forever left a mark on your memory, maybe it was the destruction or maybe it was the feeling of her lips on you.

warnings - MDNI +18, fem!reader, mentions of blood, gore and murder 😱, angst (?), smut (as always), cunnilingus, reader needs the cookie bad, tribbing (very straight to the point), mentions of death.

a/n - I’ve been working on this all week, idk it’s not my favourite but y’all fucked with part 1 heavy so 😛. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy, luv’s ya!

wc - 4k!

You awoke against cold stone floors, sitting up and looking around before spotting Sammie in the cell across from you. “Sammie!” quickly crawled up to the cell bars, holding them as you looked closely at your companion. “Sammie, can you hear me?” He sat with his leg tucked to his chest, not looking up to meet your eyes.

“She set us up.” He muttered.

“I know- I know, I’m- I’m so sorry. I should’ve known better.” He didn’t budge, it made your heart pang with guilt. “It was my fault.” Still nothing. “Sammie. Look at me.” You tugged at the bars, raising your voice trying to get his attention. The sound of the metal against the stone rang down the halls of the dungeon.

Slowly, Sammie looked up “Gods-” Your eyes widened. “They interrogated me.”

One of Sammie's eyes had been plucked from its socket, your blood boiled, it was humiliating – the woman you were quick to trust had turned her back on you, you’d only hope that Sammie would have it in him to forgive you.

“I’m so sorry.” You repeated as your anger grew.

“I told the others if I wasn't back soon to sweep the village for us both, they’ll find us.” He didn’t bother to accept your apology, but who would? You failed your right hand and only the gods knew what your crew would think. Would they even keep you as captain?

The sound of footsteps approaching echoed through the stone hall, the flicker from the torches cast a large shadow which approached your cell. “Well, would you look at what the cat dragged in?” The woman knelt before you, you barely met her eyes, biting the inside of your cheek to restrain yourself.

“Madame red and her trusty side bitch.” You were quick to cave, grabbing her arm and slamming her against the bars. She fell back to which her men grabbed you by your collar, pulling you to your feet. “Gimmie the word Marlene, I’ll strangle her.” He seethed.

You kept a straight face, something you learned to do well, you might’ve been fearing for your life in the slightest – but you couldn’t let your enemy know that. “Joel, that’s enough.” He hesitated before letting you go, you took quick steps away from the bars, fixing your coat collar in attempts to mock the old man.

You paced a bit before speaking “What, gonna turn us in for our bounty?” The old man – Joel, let out a huff. “That's too easy a sentence.”

“Oh, really? What’s it to you?”

“Nothin’, but i know you sneaking around with my daughter-”

“So she’s your girl?” Sammie stood, hanging onto the cell bars, visibly in pain. “Who-”

“The sellout!” You yelled, Marlene chuckled, amused by your banter. “Damn straight, and she ain’t no ‘sellout’ she’s a goddamn hero for turning you in.” He furrowed his brows, standing inches away from you, you copied his stare not letting down.

“‘Hero’ is a heavy term. She’s a better whore than a detective.” It was his turn to slam you against the cell bars, a good three times before you stumbled back into your cell. “I’ll fucking kill you!” The woman and the other man had pulled him back, restraining him “Tommy, take him somewhere.” The man nodded before escorting his companion out of the dungeon.

You felt a warm stream of blood stream down the side of your face – he’d busted your brow open against the metal. “He’s not wrong.” The woman crouched before your cell. “We are going to kill you.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” Sammie grunted, she barely spared him a look, chuckling at your friend in his weakened state. “Oh but I do, I’m ridding our streets of your chaos.” There was much you wanted to say, confront her about the hunger that ran many streets, the poor who were unable to afford basic necessities.

Was she really restoring order? Or simply making sure the poor stayed hungry and the rich kept fed?

“Chaos reigns, always.” You spat.

The sound of yelling and bells ringing in the distance caught the woman's attention. She stood when she heard someone approaching “Marlene- Pirates!” The man panted, she quickly rushed past him to which he followed.

“We have to get out of here.”

“Sammie, you’re in a lot of pain.” You knew as your right hand it was his duty to protect you, but in that moment you wanted to do no more than tend to his wound and get you both to safety – not like he’d ever let you.

“I’ll be-”

“Captain!” A voice yelled, you jumped onto your feet, trying to peer through the cell bars as the voices of your men came echoing down the hall. “Sammie?” They called. “We’re down here!” Quicksteps were heard before a few of your men were in front of your cells.

“Gods! You two aren’t in great shape” One of them began working on the cell doors, flipping through the key ring they must’ve retrieved from one of the guards. “No time to dilly dally, get us out of here!”

-

Running through the streets, buildings were on fire, you knew your men cared for you but to go this far – maybe you’d underestimated their loyalty. “This way!” Two of your men helped aid Sammie back to the docs, though before you set foot on the doc you looked back into the city.

“Captain! We must go, this city is lost.”

“The city may be lost,” You grabbed the gun from your crewmate's holster. “But the one who brought this upon them must suffer.” You hurried back through the streets, finding the bar that was slowly burning. You stepped inside, the place was a blaze, you surveyed the place as you did the night before.

You found the girl attempting to help someone from under a few fallen logs, you quickly walked up to her – loading your gun and pointing it in her direction. “You're coming with me.” She slowly turned to you, standing up straight and raising her hands in surrender. “Ellie,” the lady under the logs whimpered.

“You don’t know what you're doing-”

“Or do I? Just like you when you sold me out.” Your grip on the metal that was slowly heating up from the flames tightened as your palms began to sweat. “It wasn’t like that-” The sound of a click from the pistol silenced her “Ellie.” The lady cried again. she wasn’t begging for her life no – she was stalling for the place to collapse on you all.

You lowered your weapon “Fine, don’t cooperate.” You took quick steps towards her, hitting her with the butt of your gun enough times to knock her unconscious. “Ellie!” The lady yelled. Staring down at the girl, you’d take her with you – of course not before putting a bullet between the ladies eyes who seemingly couldn't stop screaming for the girl.

It wasn't the first time you’d killed someone, you remembered the first time it’d happened.

A man had attacked your captain, held a knife to his throat, threatening to murder him if he didn’t give up his crew. “Over my cold corpse.” He spat, before the man could think of slitting his throat, you’d grabbed the large dagger that your captain had dropped during their ‘dance’.

You quickly climbed a nearby crate, leaping onto the man's back and piercing his neck with the blade. Your captain was impressed to say the least, but you, you were changed that day – the image of the man's lifeless body haunted you for months.

Maybe it was because he had no intention to harm you, but harm to your captain – which in a way, meant harm to you as well. Now here you were, back at the start, the woman's body flashing before your eyes, engulfed in flames. You shot up in your bed, daylight just breaking over the horizon. It had been almost a week since the ‘raid’ . You visited two other cities and the stories had already begun to spread.

“The Jackson city massacre? Gods be good, it was such a beautiful town from what I heard.”

“They say Madame Red wreaked havoc in retaliation to the death of her captain.”

“I heard that it was because she caught her lover with someone else in a brothel that night.”

“I heard they took hostages. That they tied them up and threw them into the ocean after!”

Crude and pitiful stories, you had no real partake in the burning of the city, though you did have someone hostage. “Captain? Where are you off too?” Mickey, a little boy you rescued from a neighbouring city asked you as you walked past him. “Important business Mickey, if anyone asks, you haven’t seen me.” You instructed, he saluted you. The boy was abandoned on a doc, you took him in after he tried stealing the gold off your belt.

Entering the cellar, you approached the cell specifically. The girl you’d taken rested peacefully, it made you think ‘how could she rest?’ You brought a cup of water, taking a small sip, which you would admit would quench your thirst perfectly but you weren’t exactly thirsty.

You tossed the cold water onto the girl, she shot up, wiping her face and getting up from her makeshift bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Is that a question you’d like an answer for?” You asked, leaning against a crate. “Are you always this insufferable?” She furrowed her brows. “Shit.” She whispered, approaching the call bars.

“So, what now?”

“You tell me.” You shifted your weight, you had no real reason to be speaking to her but you needed someone to blame for your night terrors – maybe tormenting her instead would help. “Gonna string me up from the sails? Watch me dry out like a fucking skinned animal?”

“Or I could just have you skinned instead.” You internally shuttered at the idea, you weren’t one for unnecessary violence. In this case it would be necessary, but something inside you wanted her to be begging you for forgiveness but she just didn’t seem like the type.

“So what’s stopping you.” She held onto the rusted bars, watching you intently. You had no idea as to why you were so hesitant to punish her. You’d done it thousands of times before, to many people who’d tried to sell you out – but with her, you’d gone soft.

“I-”

“Captain.” One of your men entered the cellar, looking between the two of you, giving the girls a look of pure hatred before speaking. ���We’ll be docking soon.” You nodded. “How’s Sammie?”

“Same as the day before, and the day before that.”

Sammie had locked himself in his quarters since you got back from Jackson, you hated that he felt this way, so betrayed that he couldn’t bring himself to confront you about what had happened. “Did Mickey tell you I was here?” A smile tugged at your lips, you knew that boy quite well for the few days he’d been here. They’d probably bribed him with one of your chefs special club sandwiches for dinner.

“The one and only.”

-

That day, the raid you commenced upon the city was successful. Unfortunately for you, the city of Jackson still haunted your memory. A woman collapsed at your feet, wailing, begging for your mercy — but all you could see was the woman in the burning bar.

“Captain?” You turned to the voice, Sammie stood a few feet behind you. Visibly disappointed, you opened your mouth the speak a sharp pain exploded a across your chest.

“Shit!” You yelled, stumbling back. Finding your culprit, a man who tossed the blade to the side, helping the woman to her feet and taking off with her.

The man had slashed a large cut across your chest, the familiar feeling of blood began to damp your tunic. Sammie was hesitant, but inevitably came to your aid; helping you back to the ship and getting you to your medic.

-

“This is ridiculous, she’s done nothing for us. I say we toss her overboard.” You sat back in your chair, twirling a pen between your fingers as your men debated what to do with your prisoner. “I say we use her as bait, lure out any surviving citizens from Jackson and slaughter them.”

Sammie stood by your side, you gave a quick glance to which he didn’t return. Your men continued to argue, you let out a low sigh before standing from your seat, slamming your hands down on your desk catching their attention. Silence broke over the room, your men awaited your next move.

“The girl is my responsibility, what happens to her is what I see fit.” Though in all honesty, you didn’t know what you had in mind for the girl.

You paced your quarts that night, contemplating. Her words echoed through your head, what was stopping you from hurting her? Was it your recurring night terrors or the sympathy you held for the girl deep down? “Fuck it.” You grabbed your blade, the one your captain had gifted you.

You moved quickly yet quietly across the ship deck, entering the cell and locking the door behind you. The room was dark, lit merely by the moonlight that shone through the ship windows. The girl was asleep, it was like deja vu but this time you opened her cell.

You used your foot to push her, shaking her out of her slumber. “The fuck-”

“Get up.” You ordered, voice cracking while you gripped the blade, feeling the outlines of the gold detailings between your fingers. She rose slowly, now sitting up with a hand held out to you “Look, let’s not do anything- we’d regret.” You stepped towards her, grabbing her hair that she had pulled back into a low bun, now inches away from her face you pressed the tip of your blade against her throat.

“I should gut you myself and use your blood as paint for our sails.” Breathing uneven, she struggled against your hold. “You always walk around your ship half naked?” You removed your tunic earlier to change the bandages across your chest – the only thing covering your chest, you still had on your pants and boots of course but you didn’t bother searching for another shirt.

“I could cut you open, right now, and you’re worried about me not wearing a shirt?” Astonished, you searched the girl's eyes for some sort of fear – to your surprise, you found none. “You’re not capable of it.” She whispered, bold assumption, you were capable of slitting someone's throat but maybe just not hers?

“Wish to find out?”

“I rather not,” She slunk her hand up your semi-bare back, giving you a smirk you’d seen before. The grip on your blade faltered “But I do wish to feel you again.” She whispered, giving the roots of your hair a light tug. You didn’t bother to fight it. “Fuck.” You lowered your knife, crashing into her like cannonballs to castle gates – your tongues fought but not for long.

She pressed you against the cell wall, helping to remove your pants – yet she was moving painfully slow. Without hesitation you raised the blade to her throat again “With haste, would you?” You whispered, a smile slowly grew on her face.

She carefully pried you open, like a fisherman would a clam in search of pearl – she couldn’t bring herself to tease. She took her time driving you insane, head tilted back with your fingers tangled in her hair.

It didn’t take long for her to get you to finish, the flicks and circles of her tongue — she was learning your body like you would do with a map, finding what made your breath hitch with each movement.

You’d eventually got on top of her, similar to the position you’d shared all those nights ago. She held your hips, steadying you as you set the pace “You’re so- fucking needy,” she breathed quietly as you hovered over her.

Watching her face contort from the pleasure you both shared, your hips moving quicker as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. You gave her a few more thrusts before the both of you tippled over the blissful edge — you were seeing stars before you’d realized how wet it’d become between the two of you.

“Gods, did you-” The girl sat up, still holding you close to her as you slowly came back to your sense. “That good am I?” She joked.

“Dunno, let me ride your face and we’ll find out.” Which she didn’t oppose, she wanted nothing more to ruin you. Let you know that no matter how big your name was, you were so easy for her to pick apart, slowly.

“Fuck me.” You moaned, grinding against her face, using her cheek bones as a new seat. A fucking good one at that, she gripped your thighs in attempts to keep you still — but you were just too fucking desperate.

The night was long for the both of you, skin against skin glazed in a light coat of sweat — you were sure you were both glowing. Once you’d basically collapsed on top of the girl, you both took your time to catch your breath.

“Fuck.” She chuckled, she pushed you hair out of your face, getting a better look at you. “Is this your way of torturing your prisoners?” You scoffed playfully, rolling off of her and onto the wooden floor.

“If so, I don’t think I can let you capture anyone else.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be my only prisoner, chained to the walls of my ship.” You giggled.

“Only if it meant I got to fuck you every night” You laid with her for a bit, nearly falling asleep but you knew better. Her soft snores drowned out the boat rocking against the water, it was peaceful but you had to get back to your quarts.

After finding your pants, you crept out of the cellar as the sun began peeking over the horizon, the sun and sea taking the color of beautiful pinks and oranges as the sun rose. Almost distracting you from the figure that stood a few feet away from you “Sammie!” Startled, you held a hand over your chest.

“Long night?” He asked Lowly, Sammie wore an eyepatch. The wound he had would heal, but his eye was forever lost — a constant reminder of your failure.

“The crew should rise soon- why don’t you try and get some rest?” Your attempt at distracting him only angered him more, he balled his fist almost shaking with anger.

“You love her.” You froze, you’d known the girl for days. You’d lusted after her yes, but you wouldn’t say you were ‘in love’ with her — were you?

“Sammie-“

“Say it.” He stepped towards you. “Utter the words your too afraid to tell the crew, the words your too afraid to tell me.”

What Sammie would never tell you is that he felt for you, ever since your captain had named you his right hand he knew he felt something for you — but he knew better.

He knew you didn’t feel for him, let alone feel for men at all — he chose not to burden you with his feelings, but seeing you fall for another let alone someone who’d betrayed you both; it awoke something in him.

A hatred that he’d only felt towards his father, a hatred that made him want to hurt you.

“There’s nothing more that needs to be said, return to your chambers.” You tried to keep calm, standing your ground but Sammie wouldn’t falter. “You’re fucking the traitor,”

“Sammie,”

“That’s why you took her? As your little toy to play with, under our noses?”

“Sammie.”

“You fucking-”

“Fire!” You heard a voice boom in the distance, something hit your ship knocking both you and Sammie off your feet. “Get to the crew!” You got to your feet, making your way to your quarts, retrieving your tunic, jacket and pistol.

“Navy!” One of your crew mates yelled, hurried footsteps against the damp and now damaged wood, commands being yelled across the deck. “Ready the canon!” Sammie yelled.

“Captain, Shelby’s taken a hard hit. We’re not far from land but she won’t be able to take much damage.” One of your men explained, this was life or death for you and your crew — but you wouldn’t back down so easily.

You gave your men strict instructions to damage the Navy ship, just enough so you could flee and find land. “Ready! Aim! Fire!” The canons went off, you hurried around the deck making sure everyone was alright.

Another round, and another, the navy ship had gotten closer to yours but seemingly slowed down on their attack.

“Captain! I think we’re in the clear!” One of your men yelled from the ropes, giving you a big smile to which you returned.

Though it was short lived when he was hit with a Molotov, lighting your crewmate on fire.

“Gods,” Sammie said, Molotov began to rain down onto the ship deck. The navy shot two more cannons, the entire side of your ship was destroyed.

They began boarding your ship, to which your men fought back. You shot down a few men but they just kept coming, the ship had begun sinking, throwing everyone off balance.

You looked among the chaos, thinking to yourself — how the fuck did this go so wrong? — it was over, your crew were being slaughtered before your eyes and your ship, well your ship was shrinking to planks by the second.

“Sammie?” You called, your right hand turned around, about to make his way over to you but alas nothing seemed to be going your way.

One of the navy men had caught him, wedging their blade through his stomach. Shocked, you stumbled back, watching your companion fall to the floor — blood spilling out onto the burning wood floor.

The chaos would only grow, as did the flame. Tears filled your eyes, your crew was lost, your ship was lost, there was only one thing you had left. “Forgive me captain.” You whispered to yourself.

Quickly entering the cellar, you found the girl struggling to keep herself out of the water that was rapidly filling the room. “What’re you doing?” She yelled.

“The ship is sinking, we must leave.” You told her, reaching a hand out to her aid. “We? What about your crew!” She asked frantically, she grabbed your hand and you helped hoist her up. “What crew?” You whispered, voice cracking at the thought of them men you’d lost.

She’d realized what you meant. “Why’d you turn back for me? You could leave, salvage what you have left.”

“It wouldn’t mean anything.”

-

Luckily for you, you’d found one of the life boats still in good condition, you both got in. She paddled while you watched what your ship burn. You could only imagine the words your Captain was spewing, he probably wanted your head.

“This wasn’t your fault.” The girl said, she stopped rowing, watching you carefully. “There was nothing you could’ve done.” You nodded, looking down at your callused and bruised hands — you just wish you had one last chance to talk to Sammie.

The sound of the boat rocking against water was all you could hear, it sickened you, made you want to jump in and sink to the bottom. That was until the sound of a child crying filled your ears, you perked up. The girl looking around, you scanned the water

“Mickey!” You yelled, your heart racing, the boy was probably scared out of his mind. His crying grew louder, a pile of planks floated near you where you found him. “Mickey! Gods be good, here, help me.”

You and the girl lifted the boy into the boat, he had scratches everywhere. You cradled the boy in your arms, wiping his tears “You’re ok, we’re gonna be ok.” You reassured him.

You weren’t sure what you were to do now, but you did know one thing; It was time to start fresh.

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i find it so cool that the hex colours for their eyes are also eachothers names??!!! such a small detail but so so so so cool

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Part 2, tomorrow at 12!

King of the Seas

pirate!reader x bartender!ellie

summary - It’s your birthday and your crew is all for celebrating you, but you can’t help but pay attention to girl serving the drinks.

warnings - MDNI 18+, fem!reader, slight angst, pwp (as always), smut (durrr), fingering, cunnilingus, tribbing, kissing (awe, how sweet), mentions of alcohol, piracy, reader is wanted.

wc - 2.8k

a/n - long time no see my loves, this one’s short but I do have a part 2 for you, so eat this up till idk when. anyways, enjoy, luv y’all! (Not my best work, but it’s something!)

Growing up you had a rather normal life, your father worked in the mines, you rarely saw him but it didn’t matter if you did — he was cold regardless. Your mother stayed at home tending to the home you grew up in.

You didn’t want a life like their’s, every night you prayed to be swept off your feet by some magical creature and taken away to anywhere that was away from here.

Thankfully one day, your prayers were answered.

-

The sounds of glass shattering, and screaming echoes through the streets of your town, people rushed passed, all this chaos had only meant one thing — pirates.

It was your chance at freedom, a chance to escape your normal life to find something to live for. “Hell yeah!” You took your chance, pushing past people heading towards the chaos. You eventually found the large ship, admiring the sails before quickly sneaking onto the ship; from there the rest was history.

At first, the crew was against letting you join them, but the captain insisted you be treated as an equal.

“Hang her from the sails!”

“Tie her to the front of the ship!” They suggested, it frightened you — but their captain had decided to recruit you as one of the crew members.

Years would go by, you spent your days by your Captains side, learning everything about sailing and pillaging; and of course scrape the streets for drink — and sometimes women.

Though it did feel short lived once your Captain had fallen ill, the disease could be cured but the ingredients required were too far to retrieve in time. “It’s not- worth the journey. Let me go, the gods have willed it-” He wheezed.

Over the next week, you sat at his bedside, watching his every breath. Telling him about your days “I’m scared Captain.” You whispered, leaning against the bed, you thought to yourself. “Who’s going to look after us when your gone?” You whispered. You didn’t get an answer, not for a bit.

“I'll leave you to rest.” Before you could stand, his cold hand reached out to yours. Opening his hand, he held out his sacred pendant, the one that he said he received from someone he loved a long time ago.

“Lead them.” He heaved, letting out a cough alongside his murmur.

The day came, Captain had taken his last breath, it left the crew shaken. He asked before he had died to hold a celebration, he wanted the crew to be in good spirits. So as they danced and faked their happiness, you watched, sipping ale from the glass Sammie had poured you.

“He handed you the torch.” Startled, you turned to your crewmate — he motioned to the pendant you had terribly tickled into your tunic. “Seems so.” Quiet broke between you two, Sammie would never admit it but he was glad he chose you — hell he knew he’d never be able to handle that kind of responsibility.

“He trusted you, as the rest of the crew does. I know you can lead them, lead us.” You had no choice, so you did.

The beginnings were hard, filling your Captain's shoes were harder than expected— the duties, the planning and more importantly the pillaging. Of course, over time it became your second nature and before you knew it it was your face on those ‘wanted posters’.

Years would go by, the seas knew you as ‘Madame Red’ due to your get up. Your bright red buccaneer jacket, beige tunic, black breeches and red pleather boots — and let’s not forget your red tricon hat that Sammie went scavenging islands for, and the black feather he collected from a ‘special bird’ — or so he says.

Everywhere you went, people would avoid your path, clearing ways when you and your crew marched the streets. This was the life you’d been searching for.

-

“Captain!” Sammie came bursting into your quarters as you sat behind your desk, counting some of the coin you’d collected on your last raid.

You never took from families, that’s one thing your Captain had taught you. You only strike fear in the townspeople and steal from the highborns, the ones who taxed the lowborns to live in their luxury. You’d often give back to the townspeople instead, leaving them a good amount of resources before fleeing their cities.

“Sammie.” You answered, tossing the coin onto the small pouch. “We’re to arrive in Jackson Town by dawn.” He placed down two golden goblets on your desk, you raised your brow at him as you sat back in your chair.

“That I know.” You smiled, Sammie poured wine into both cups, it was a special bottle from a crate one of the crew members had picked up — surprisingly paid for it too.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me, Sammie?” You asked, raising the goblet to your lips, smiling. ”Well I think we all know what tomorrow is,” He started, you chuckled.

“I’m not sure I remember-”

“Your birthday Captain.” The whole crew knew, they’d been planning for the past week to celebrate your big day — but to you, it was just another day.

“You’re getting older by the day, I remember when you were just a girl, stowed away in our storage.” The day you snuck off to join your knee crew changed your life forever, if only little you could see you now.

You and Sammie shared a glass more of the wine, reminiscing the past. You both soon retired to your chambers, laying back in the bed that once used to be your Captains you looked up at the ceiling, smiling to yourself.

“I hope I’ve made you proud, Captain.” You whispered before drifting off to sleep.

-

“Land!” A voice yelled, you looked out over the railing, using your spyglass to get a better look. The large town was bustling with people, you didn’t know what your crew had planned for the day but you couldn’t lie, you were excited.

You were surprised when they presented you with more than you’d expected, the town square had entertainment of all kinds; bands, dancers, painters and more. All while your crew handed you gifts of all kinds, you wondered, when did they get so soft for you?

Later that evening, Sammie and a few others from your crew entered the local bar. Silence filled the room as you stepped inside, the six of you now being the main focus. It gave you that feeling you enjoyed — probably more than you should have — that feeling of power over people, a power that strained from fear and some admirers but mostly fear.

You took slow steps towards the bar, Sammie and the others not far behind you. “Now that’s no way to treat the birthday lady?” One of your men whispered.

“Lightne up would ya? Here, how about-” You pulled out a sack of coins, tossing it onto the bar surface. “A round of drinks for you all, on me, my treat.” You looked around, it was quiet at first.

“Drinks from the red lady!” One man yelled, the bar arrested into cheers and applause. “Feeling generous tonight are we?” Sammie said, giving you an impressed smile.

“It’s just one night.” You nudged him back. You hadn’t planned to drink that night, but when the bartender came around, you began rethinking your decision.

“What can I grab for you?” She asked, clearly annoyed but you were taken back by her. Her auburn hair pulled back, tired green eyes and her freckled skin which had a light glow — possibly sweat from bussing so many tables.

Sammie nudged you, grabbing you out of your trance. “Sorry, she’ll have a glass of whiskey, neat.” She nodded before turning around. “What was that?” Sammie asked, before you could respond, she placed a glass in front of you.

“Glass of Whiskey neat, on the house.” She hummed before leaving you both. You weren’t sure what had come over you but you knew you wanted her attention.

The night went on, you nursed the same glass of whiskey for hours. You watched the girl from your spot, she bussed tables and served others at the bar. She glanced at you a few times slowly growing a smile after each glance, Most of your men had returned to the boat for the night — leaving you and Sammie at the bar.

“Captain! I think- I’m gonna- go back to ole girl Shelby!” He slurred, ‘Shelby’ was the name he — and him alone — had given your ship, you weren’t sure why he called it that but there wasn’t much you could do about it.

“Get back in one piece Sammie, I don’t need my right hand getting sliced in half by the king's guard.” You giggled, he saluted you before stumbling out of the bar.

The place was basically empty, you and three other people sat in the quiet space. The girl had returned, you started down in the glass, stirring the now watered down liquid in circles.

“You gonna take ‘er home with you?” She asked, you looked up at the girl, she motioned towards your glass and you chuckled. “She wouldn’t survive five minutes on that ship.” You joked.

Sitting up, you turned your attention to the auburn haired girl. “What? Madame Red is scared of losing a glass of whiskey to her men?” She said slowly, you looked around. “Shhh-” You surveyed the area, your name was known, but not many would dare to call it unless the king's guard was within ear shot.

“You know, ‘red lady’ isn’t the best disguise.” She giggled, amused by your nervousness.

“Do you always work this late?” You asked, trying to get yourself out of the hotseat, head tilting to the side curiously. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you always watch people work?”

“Touché.” You smiled. “So, another drink?” She asked, pointing to your glass, shaking your head, you pushed the glass back to her. “No actually,” you rested your elbows on the bar counter. “I wanted to know- what you were doing after?” You did your best at sounding smug – spoiler, it was terrible.

“Me?” She asked, pouring out the whiskey. “Nothing important, that’s for sure,” Her smile was gorgeous, everything about her made you feel like you were dreaming. “My life isn’t that interesting.” She finished.

“Your tattoo says otherwise.” She looked at her forearm, smiling. “Why don’t you tell me about it?” She bit the inside of her cheek, thinking to herself before leaning against the bar. “How about I tell you about somewhere more quiet?”

Standing outside, you waited for the girl to finish up inside which didn’t take long. She soon joined you out in the dim lit street, locking the door behind her. “Follow me, I know a place we can stay for the night.” You wanted to ask why she didn’t just take you back to hers, but then again you were a pirate — one of the most wanted at that — so you refrained from questioning.

-

“And then I fell from my horse!” You both laughed, laying in the bed in the room she’d gotten for the two of you. Well the room she asked for and you paid for, it was the least you could do.

The fresh linen sheets were too inviting not to lay on once you’d entered, of course you threw off your jacket and boots before climbing into bed. “Ok, ok, now you tell me something.” She smiled, it made your heart jump.

You were so used to the tough personality you had to keep up, you’d almost forgotten what it felt like to laugh. “Well, when I was a girl, I had actually snuck off to join my crew.” Her face softened, now a bit more intrigued at your story.

“Why?”

“I didn't want to be a housewife.” You shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. “So you became the most feared pirate across the seven seas?”

“Yeah, yeah I did.” She giggled.

“Doesn’t it get lonely out there sometimes?”

“I have my crew.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She rolled her eyes, you never had the time to think about I any certain way. With your training and new Captain duties, you hadn’t gotten to think about love since you were twelve.

“I don’t know.” You spoke quietly, still deep in thought about her question. “M’always too busy to think about it.”

“Yet the one time you have time to yourself, you take a girl out?” You knew she was joking, but something deep down knew she was right. Maybe you were lonely in a sense, missing that comfort of another person.

“Can you blame me?” You whispered, she scooted closer to you. “Guess not.” She whispered back, looking down at her lips which were a pretty shade of pink and back at her green eyes.

There wasn’t much else exchanged, other than the whimpers, moans and the quiet cusses that escaped you both. Your jacket was tossed on the floor – originally on the ‘loveseat’ in the corner but that was until you playfully strutted over to the seat, prompting the girl to follow you, ending up with her head between your thighs for what felt like hours.

Tongue working you into multiple climaxes, moving from the seat to the floor, resting on your knees with her behind you, her hands groping your boobs while you grinded against her thigh. From there it was back to the bed, returning the attention she’d given you and taking your time between her thighs to push her over the edge.

It didn’t stop there, slotting your legs between hers and holding onto her hand for leverage you rode her till sunrise. The creak of the bed and sound of your wet cunts moving against each other echoed, hell you were sure a door slammed – meaning someone had left the motel but you were too fucked out to notice.

“Gods be good.” You whispered breathlessly before leaning in to kiss her again as you desperately moved your hips against hers. With quick motions, she swiftly flipped the two of you, now on your back a bit surprised. “Gonna ride me?” you smiled.

“Save a horse, ride a pirate.” She joked, you giggled before feeling her pick up the pace. If it wasn’t for her whispering to you a ‘happy birthday’ once you’d both finished you would’ve completely forgotten that it was even your day.

As the sun slowly began to rise on the horizon, you attempted to take a bath, it wasn’t long before she decided to join you in the warm water. “Miss me that bad?” She hummed, pulling into her lap, the water spilling out of the wooden tub, she kissed you again. It didn’t take long till the pressure of her fingers filled you with bliss, you held onto her for dear life, nails digging into her skin, she’d sunken a third into your cunt – you were seeing stars.

-

“Are you sure you can’t stay? You can tell your crew to just set up a base here.” You smiled while throwing your tunic back on. “Or you could come with us, leave the bar behind.” Slipping your pants on, she stayed quiet at the offer. You sat next to her, lacing up your boots “You’d see more islands and cities than you’d ever see in your life.” You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled.

“Maybe.” She whispered before kissing you, it was different from the ones before, gentle and passionate rather than mere lust. Before you could pull away from her, your door busted open, startling you both.

“Captain!”

“Gods, Sammie!” Looking between you and the girl, he gave you a knowing smile. “Oh! My apologies, Captain, lady from the bar.” He bowed to you both, you scoffed playfully before rolling your eyes at his change in demeanor.

“We’ve been searching for you, the ship is ready to depart, we’ll be on our way to wash- town?”

“Washington City, Sammie.” You corrected, the both of you – fully dressed – headed out the door. “You know, Captain, we have room for one more.” Sammie whispered to you. “Would you shut up-”

As you exited the motel, you were met with the barrels of guns pointed at the three of you. “Don’t move!” One guard yelled. “Shit.” Sammie reached for his pistol, but to his luck was struck down with the back end of a gun – now on the floor unconscious.

“Sammie!” You were knocked onto your knees, your nerves were everywhere. You were angry, anxious and a bit embarrassed to be getting busted in front of ‘mistress’. “Shit.” You whispered as one of the guards cuffed you.

“Ellie!” The girl stepped around you, giving you a look you couldn’t understand – it was empathetic yet belittling at the same time. She joined the men before you, standing up straight but something about her felt as if she was embarrassed. “You-” You were unable to get your words out before being knocked in the back of your head.

Your vision blurred but her silhouette was the last thing you’d seen before everything went dark.

She sold you out.

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Ellie.exe.

Was it a file? A website? An app?

No, it was a username. A username that was spreading across the internet insanely fast. Tiktok comment sections targeted towards desperate, horny lesbians? It was there. Reddit on the /lesbians tag? Dominating. Tumblr? 69 hashtags in counting and were made in the span of a week.

This woman was a huge hit on the queer community, a newer camgirl that was spreading like wildfire in places she shouldn’t have been. Her popularity genuinely needed to be studied—maybe that’s what was so damn intriguing about her. The fact she managed to infect every social media platform, the fact she made straight girls realize being a little bit gay was possible. Or maybe it was her presence in general—it felt different from other camgirls

Her content lived on a website called ‘CelestialLive.com’—what a professional name for something so filthy.

Ellie wasn’t the only one on this website—no—there were hundreds of camgirls on here. She wasn’t even the only one who dominated the lesbian section. Despite her growing popularity, there was an unforgettable member who was practically a kickstarter to the whole damn website.

It was you—AngelMuse. Such a pretty name for such filthy acts. That’s what you were known for—you were the kink queen! Nobody knew your real name, you were just called Angel, or Muse, or baby, or slut—woah—let’s stop there! Anyways, you had been a camgirl on CelestialLive for around 3 years before Ellie came along.

You never once felt threatened by her insanely quick grow in popularity. Maybe because you knew she watched you.

The comments she’d leave in your chat when it was a little more quiet stood out the most to you, you knew she wanted you to see it. She’d say the most adorable things, you’d listen to her without even needing a donation. If she told you to go faster? You would. Something about her just reeled you in. Maybe you liked her attention the most.

More so when you saw her face for the first time. You knew she’d be big—she had the kind of features people could only wish for. But, oh..she was so, so attractive to you. That little eyebrow slit? Her freckles? Her green eyes? You were soaked seconds into her first stream. Maybe she knew that, she knew you were watching.

It wasn’t just her looks that made you so drawn to her—it was something else.

You inspired her to be a camgirl, and you knew that. The ego boost that gave you was fucking monstrous. Not so angelic of you to be stalking her streams like some creep, right?

Every subscriber she got, every comment you saw about her on another platform—it all fueled you so immensely.

Interacting with her and finding her wasn’t hard. That’s because Ellie wanted you to see her. She had been crushing on you so hard for so long—she needed this—she needed to be seen by you, needed you.

How you became a ‘thing’ was a mystery, it all happened so fast. It was built on 6 dates, sexing until 3am, late night visits, filthy comments on each other’s streams, and such a deep rooted obsession for each other that never seemed to quiet down. Though you didn’t really know what you were, a couple? Maybe. Hookups for fun and adrenaline? Also maybe. But you did know you loved her.

The best part is that nobody knew you were together. Watchers begged you two to collab, found crumbs of you interacting and fucking rode with it. Seeing the two biggest lesbian camgirls together would be earth shattering, it had to happen!

And they knew it was coming, because it was the anniversary of CelestialLive.com. You had a tradition, actually. Every year on the anniversary, you’d collab with another camgirl. Everybody knew it would be Ellie, she was the most popular! Those tumblr hashtags doubled, most taken down for promoting something so raunchy.

A website filled with dirty content for everybody? Who wouldn’t spread the word? Sane people for sure wouldn’t!

And then it came: the anniversary.

Other camgirls were streaming at the time, but people were only on there so they could wait. They were waiting for either you or Ellie to go live.

And you knew that, of course you did. And for a change, you didn’t stream it on your account. It was Ellie’s profile that lit up. It lit up like a sword found in a cave, like a flower that was prettier than the others—something special, something sacred.

When people clicked—they saw it. They saw you sitting on Ellie’s lap like it was a throne, that seductive smile plastered on your face—the one everyone loved. And then there was Ellie, she looked a bit nervous but there was definitely excitement there too. She was fidgeting with her fingers over your thigh, a gesture the chat was extremely fixated on.

You didn’t say anything at first, after all this was Ellie’s page. You’d let her have control for a little bit.

“Uh, hey. I guess you guys guessed right..” she mumbled, patting your thigh with a shaky hand. She never streamed with somebody else before, so the nerves were there. She wasn’t a ‘professional’ like you were. “Everyone welcome AngelMuse. Well, I’m sure you already know her but..” she trailed off, the corner of her lips upturned as her eyes darted between the camera and the bag on her floor.

She was proud. So fucking cute.

You didn’t look at her yet, eyes still glued to the camera like you were seeing the viewers directly. Your eyes darted towards the chat, reading the comments with a grin.

“Well aren’t you guys just so smart. Knew I was gonna collab with the newbie?” you questioned, watching the chat explode. You heard Ellie laugh behind you, a noise you grew familiar with over a short amount of time. It was always there, either in your brain or actually playing in your ears. To you, she was the most adorable person to ever exist.

“Well, lucky for you all.” you started, “me and Ellie have tons of special place for this anniversary.”

Heart emojis, cheers, gifts, all of it came through at once. The viewer count was rising by the second, something that seemed to fuel you. At this point..what didn’t fuel you?

Ellie could feel it. She tried to still the shakiness in her hands by gripping the plush of your thighs, but to no avail. “Angel is gonna explain what we will be doing. I gotta..mentally prepare.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, that familiar rush of excitement flowing through you. That feeling you had the first time you clicked on her streams, the first time you saw her under you—fuck.

A donation came through, booming through the monitor. “Awh, Ellie’s nervous. Fuck it out of her, Angel”

Starting off strong..wow!

You giggled, feeling Ellie’s body tense. Through the camera you could see that her cheeks had flushed a bit, but she was still smiling softly. “Man, is this how your chat always is? Watch it, this is my stream.” she joked.

With a hum, you looked at her directly instead of through the camera. “Sorry, baby. You’re gonna have to deal with it since I’m here. Shouldn’t you be used to filthy donations by now?”

Ellie looked down, the lack of eye contact was intriguing. “I’m used to them when I’m alone, not when they’re telling somebody else to fuck me.”

You side glanced the computer, the chat was getting quieter. Something you didn’t like.

Without further thought, you grabbed her jaw and pulled her head up a bit, making her look at you. “You have the most precious face when you cum, baby. No wonder you get such filthy messages.” Now the chat was blowing up again, donations stacking up like paperwork.

She gulped. You laughed.

Ellie tried to recover, lopsided smile peeking through. It was adorable how she didn’t even look at the camera—only you. “Then it’s no wonder people wanted to see us together. You’re such a people pleaser.”

A donation came through again: “Ellie, can you tell us AngelMuse’s real name?”

Ellie looked at the chat, struggling a bit due to the grip you had on her jaw. “I don’t know it. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Bullshit.

“Maybe my name is Angel.” you chimed in, turning Ellie’s face towards the camera while you squished her cheeks with one hand.

“Well you sure aren’t one.”

“Watch your attitude baby, you’ll be crying and squirting by the time I’m done with you.”

“That’s not very angelic.”

“I mean, you’ll be in heaven, soooo..close enough?” you smiled innocently, the sound of Ellie’s laugh driving you insane like always.

The viewers has enough of your bullshit, one person sending $10. “You guys would be a great couple, but can you start already? My pants have been off for like five minutes.”

You and Ellie both laughed at that, causing you to finally release her jaw. “If someone sends $50 I’ll start right now.”

Ellie looked at you like you were crazy, she never asked people to donate money in her streams. The differences between you two is what made your dynamic so interesting, she was addicted to it—and so were you.

But it worked regardless. Someone sent the money with a note that read: “Room for one more?”

You smiled, leaning down and grabbing a bag off the floor. “Sorry, baby—we’re booked. You can watch, though.”

Ellie let out a shallow breath when she saw the bag, she knew what was in it because she helped you come up with this dirty, sinful idea.

You cleared your throat, taking one item out of the bag: a vibrator. It was pink, the chat went wild since they had recognized it from your streams.

“We’re gonna play a game. Super fun, trust me!” you started, but then you stopped and turned to Ellie. “Wanna explain it, baby?”

Ellie looked at you, pupils slightly dilated. Oh, she was so in love. She smiled, still feeling nervous. “Yeah—yeah, of course.” and rubbed the back of her neck, looking at the camera. “Well, you guys get to control the settings on this thing. And more stuff later.”

The chat was extremely satisfied, cheering and sending emojis and cute reactions.

“You guys get to pick whatever we do—surprise.” she explained, her voice far too monotone but in a charming way.

“Pretty fun, huh? Well, gonna put you on my lap now.” you smiled, getting up from Ellie’s lap and swapping places with her. She plopped down on your lap, all cute and exposed to the camera. Though, she wasn’t nearly as exposed as she would be later.

You hummed and wrapped your arms around her, hands sliding up and down the front of her body. “Eyes on her.” you whispered, loud enough for the camera to pick up. You slid your hands down, toying with the hem of her shirt for a bit before slowly pulling it up.

The camera was used as a mirror, and for a way for you to look at Ellie’s adorable face. “Oh, look how cute.” you cooed, pulling her shirt up enough to show a teasing glimpse of her bra.

“You’re always such a tease.” Ellie scoffed, though she was smiling a little. You wanted to wipe that smile off her face so fucking bad.

And you would. Just like always.

“Good girls stay quiet, Ellie. Watch it.” you reprimanded, successfully pulling her shirt off and rubbing her nipple through her sports bra. She flinched a bit at the feeling, lip caught between her teeth. Her chest instinctively bumped towards your hands a bit, causing you to press harder on her nipples. A sigh left her throat, something she seemed to have been keeping in for awhile.

You continued toying with her, loving the slowness of everything right now. It was like the call before the storm—it made imagining the future of this night so much more fun.

The chat blew up, causing the smile on your face to grow a bit. “Well, sweethearts. Should I keep rubbing her through the bra, or take it off?”

The replies you got were nothing short of chaotic, scaling from begging you to take it off to begging you to keep playing with her. But they knew only a donation would matter. Soon enough, one came through. It read: “Take it off. I love seeing those little freckles on her chest.”

What a smart viewer! You couldn’t even put into words how much you adored the freckles scattered all over her body. They were cute on her face, but when they were on her body, it gave you more places to trace your fingers over.

So, you complied. Your grip on the bottom of her bra tightened, before you slowly pulled it up—revealing her tits once you got it off her head. A sigh left the both of you at the same time, perhaps for similar reasons.

You immediately smiled and looked at her through the camera, hands already palming her nipples. “So adorable. Doesn’t she have the cutest nipples?” you questioned, pinching the left one between your thumb and pointer finger.

Ellie let out a soft sigh, seemingly keeping her noises down a bit. But you didn’t like that, not at all. With more pressure, you pinched her nipple again—eliciting some sort of sound between a whimper and a gasp.

“Ughh..fuck.” she groaned, blinking a moment longer than she should’ve. You simply giggled, easing up your grip and simply rubbing them again. God, she looked so fucking cute like this. You wanted to ruin that semi-calm expression on her face so badly—make her cry and beg for you in front of all these people.

“I think it’s time I take care of you.” you said simply. You looked back into the camera with a smile, “she’s been so needy all day, just begging to be touched.”

Ellie scoffed out a laugh, probably to cover up the embarrassment she was so clearly displaying in front of all these people. “Don’t believe her. You know how she is.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at her through the camera. The chat was exploding, already shipping the two of you. “Awh, am I that bad, baby?” you questioned, tone sarcastic and teasing. She loved when you talked to her like that, you had used it every time the two of you hooked up.

You didn’t give Ellie a change to respond, starting to gently slide your hands down her body in a way that made her shiver. There was a small pink tint hiding behind her cute little freckles, something the camera could barely pick up. Your hands reached the button of her jeans, your finger swirling around the button like it was her clit.

“Gonna take these jeans off if that’s okay with you, my loves.” you explained to the chat with that seductive voice of yours, eyes on her like she was prey. You unbuttoned Ellie’s jeans, burying your face into her neck as you pulled the zipper down. She let out a small sigh, eyes half lidded and lips threatening to part. She loved the feeling of your lips on her body, they were so soft but so heavenly.

Ellie lifted her hips up, helping you get her jeans off. She leaned into the sweet sensation blooming on her neck, eyes struggling to stay open.

Fuck, she needed this bad. So did you.

The rush from doing this in front of a group of viewers never got old, never faded. It was entertaining every single time—even if it was mainly just you.

The chat was blowing up, full of ideas you already had. They were telling you what position—even though you hadn’t even mentioned using a strap.

Then, a donation came through: “You should finger her first, you know, get her ready.”

Ellie opened her eyes at that, pupils dilated and her cheek caught between her teeth. She loved how your fingers felt inside her, though she’d never taken them on a livestream before.

“Sure thing!” you replied eagerly, biting back a laugh when you saw Ellie’s adorable face. You reached around with one hand and grabbed her cheeks, squishing them again. Your other hand slid down and cupped her pussy through the last layer she had.

“No sexy panties for me, baby?” you teased, a fake pout on your face.

“No..that’s more of your brand. Sorry to disappoint.” she joked, words heavy with something close to panting.

“No need, this is rich enough.” She was absolutely soaked, you let your finger slide up and down her clutch covered cunt. “So wet..take your boxers off, sweetheart. You gotta work for it a little bit.”

A small sigh left her, almost forming into a whimper. She was so desperate for any friction she could get—so to say she rushed to slide her boxers off was an understatement.

You moved both hands to her legs, pushing her knees almost up to her chest and spreading them for the viewers to see. The camera got a glimpse of her wet pussy, which made them to go absolutely feral.

Ellie looked at the camera with half lidded eyes once again, not too embarrassed since they’ve seen her body before. The look on her face is what captivated people, she always looked so serious and calm until she was spread open and desperate.

“You’re so good, Ellie. All wet and ready for me, hm?” you murmured into her ear, biting it softly just to feel her shiver. Your hand slid down to her pussy yet again, fingers finding her puffy clit and tracing gentle circles on it.

That’s all Ellie needed to moan. She let out a soft sound, breathing getting heavier. “Fuck..”

You looked into the camera, applying more pressure onto her clit and drawing little circles. You zeroed in on her pussy displayed for all the viewers, all wet and aching for you. The chat was losing it, commenting on how cute she looked on your lap, or how her expression looked so pathetic.

Ellie tried to reply to the compliments, thanking people with a weak voice.

You got off to that an unreal amount. The struggle and desperation in her voice made it hard to hold back. But, this stream had rules.

“Well, what should I do?”

“Use the strap!”

You didn’t like that answer. That was a con about these streams. “Lame, that’s for later. Come on, look how patient she’s being.” you may have been breaking the rules a bit but..you were in control here. Your game, your rules.

You took two fingers and made a ‘V’ shape over Ellie’s waiting pussy, spreading it a little for the camera to capture. “I mean..if you were in my position, what would you wanna do to this pussy?”

“I want your pussy, Angel.” Oh, for fucks sake.

You smiled anyways, “who doesn’t? Come on girls, play this game before I get bored.” somehow, everyone loved this cocky attitude you had. You were so full of yourself—people loved seeing you break.

But it was Ellie’s turn to break.

Finally, someone said something worth your time. “Put your fingers inside her.”

Your smile grew, along with that eager light in your eyes. “Yeah? How many?”

You looked at Ellie, she looked almost out of it. She bucked her hips up a bit, you stuck your middle finger near her hole and dragged the slick seeping out all over her cunt.

“Two fingers.”

You complied, almost immediately. “Two? Like this?“ you questioned, starting to slide two fingers inside her. You paused, pressing down on her entrance to have her all cute and squirming on your lap. Just from feeling the entrance—slick gathered on your fingers. She was sopping wet, wet and ready for you.

“Fuck—oh, fuck..” she groaned out, though it was more from neediness than feeling.

“Oh, I know. You’ve just been begging for it, huh?” you cooed, quickly sliding both digits deeper inside her throbbing pussy. You could feel the way she clenched around them, as if she was trying to keep them inside her forever. That was believable, especially with the way she was bucking her hips up.

You placed one hand on your hip, other hand still as your fingers warmed inside her. “Ah, ah. Nobody said you could do that. Want me to stop?”

Ellie didn’t respond—she just whimpered and avoided your gaze in the camera.

This left you unsatisfied, where’d this confidence come from? You liked it better when her eyebrows were knitted and her lips were tuning pretty little sounds into her ears. Your hand came down on her clit, not hard enough to hurt much—just as a warning.

“—Shit!” she cried out, jolting up and fucking herself deeper onto your fingers. She finally looked at you, eyes slightly widened and eyebrows pointed towards her cute freckles.

You grinned, patting her clit and looking at the camera again. “Guide me, cuties. Come on.”

They listened. “Go faster, and rub her clit too.”

Without saying anything, you did just that. That seemed to be a common theme for you.

Ellie sighed, maybe in relief or something else you didn’t care to name. You pumped your fingers in and out, loving the way she stretched to accommodate your fingers comfortably. Starting off with two was just downright mean, but she seemed satisfied.

“Ugh..please.” she moaned, a sound you drank like fucking wine. It took everything she had to not start grinding against your fingers—her motivation was the knowledge that you’d stop if she did that.

After a good minute of fucking her open with her fingers, you picked up the pace. Your other hand started rubbing her clit again, sending her eyes almost bobbing towards the back of her head. The pleasure she felt was unreal, she didn’t want it to stop—it couldn’t stop.

“O-oh, fuck..don’t stop. Please don’t stop, baby.” she practically whined, eyes on herself in the camera. Her cheeks were flushed, small beads of sweat gathering on her forehead from the tension and the pleasure.

The chat was going absolutely crazy, thirsting over this whole situation with the two of you. This was the most legendary collab in lesbian camgirl history. That wasn’t very long history, but it was important!

You looked at Ellie through the camera again, eyes halfway into a squint and your cheeks sore from smiling so much. It couldn’t be helped—it was all so perfect. It was just how you wanted.

Ellie looked at you—but not through the camera. She looked in your eyes, not the reflection of them she looked at for these people’s attention. She then tried to chase your lips. So fucking adorable.

You tutted, hand leaving her clit and grabbing her chin to stop her. She looked disappointed, moaning when you curled your fingers to keep her satisfied. “You’ve gotta ask, sweetheart. Ask them for permission, but not from me.”

Ellie blinked twice, you could physically see her try to register the information in her slightly foggy mind. She turned towards the camera, trying to clear her throat but her attempt being overwritten by a moan. “Can I..please kiss her?”

She saw one yes in the chat and ignored the no’s—then turned her head to you again. She immediately crashed her lips into yours, desperate to taste you and maybe muffle her moans a bit.

You giggled into the kiss, your hand finding her waist. The angle wasn’t the best for kissing, since the view was mainly blocked and her neck was strained—but neither of you cared. The kiss was messy, all tongue and panting. Your tongues swirled together, saliva catching on the edge of her lips. She let out weak nosied into your lips, tongue faltering when you’d curl your fingers again.

Eventually you broke the kiss, trailing kisses down her jawline. You pumped your fingers roughly, catching her by surprise and causing her to whimper louder than before. Your fingers found her clit again, and it felt even better than before. “Feeling good?” you questioned, earning a moan in response

Ellie was seeing stars, her stomach tightening and loosening. The wet sounds of her pussy being fucked open to your liking echoed back into your ear from the camera. The chat was going crazy, donations flooding in and telling you how hot you looked together. And it was true—you genuinely looked perfect together.

“A-angel..I’m gonna—“

A donation.

“No, wait. Edge her.”

Your lips curled up, fingers stopping their circles on her clit and your other digits sliding out of her. Ellie choked on a moan, jaw slack and breath caught—muscles still tight from all that build up with no release.

“Too bad, baby. Be a good girl and don’t whine, okay?” you cooed, brushing some hair out of her face so the camera could see her expression.

She looked incredible like that. Her eyes were all teary, breaths coming out heavy and short, eyes almost widened—she looked priceless. Her pussy fucking ached, she was so we she was sure it was inhuman.

“Oh, poor baby. Don’t worry, you’ll cum soon enough.”

Ellie didn’t complain about it—she knew it’d only make it worse. So, she did something else.

“Please, I-I just wanna cum. Please let me.” she said straight to the camera, the chat a mix of pity and excitement.

You patted her sensitive clit, pondering your options. “Okay, fine. You guys can pick the next thing we do—just..she gets to cum this time.” you explained, knowing you’d make so much more money if people saw her cum because of you on livestream.

There was silence for a moment, before a donation came through: “Go put the strap on—vibrator usage too? I don’t even know, I’m so freaked out right now.”

Your eyes practically sparkled. Ellie seemed to notice since she smiled a bit despite her devastated state. She was leaking all over the place like a fucking faucet, hole throbbing and aching.

“Well, hold on then.” you maneuvered Ellie off your lap, leaving the frame for a few seconds.

Ellie looked at the camera, pupils blown wide. “If i touch myself right now will you snitch?” she asked, trying to bite back a smile. The chat told her they’d keep her secret—probably just wanting to see her touch herself. So, she did. She slid her fingers in between her thighs, middle and ring finger finding her clit. Before she could even do anything, you were back.

“You’re so pathetic, baby.” you giggled, a pink strap now secured to your hips. You waved her out of the chair, sitting in your respected spot again. The chat went crazy over seeing you with a strap on—they’ve never seen you wearing one before.

“Holy fuck, me next.” a donation said, making you laugh and shake your head. And then, “I’m already bent and ready, Angel. I’ll send you my address.”

“You’re all so naughty, I told you I’m occupied.”

Ellie looked down at the strap, breath caught in her throat. She was itching for it, she needed to feel it inside her so fucking bad. She bit the inside of her lip and looked at you desperately.

You immediately caught on, looking at the camera. “Well, use your words for something useful.”

“Use the vibrator first.”

You smiled, grabbing her hips and backing her up a bit. Ellie hovered over the silicone dick, breath labored and pussy practically weeping. “No, baby. You have to wait.” you murmured, pushing her hips to sit down on her lap—the strap pressed against her back.

“Are you serious?” she complained, looking at the camera with almost a scowl. She wanted to be full so fucking bad—why were her fans so cruel? Maybe it was your fans. You had some pretty pervy fans for someone called ‘Angel.’ Somehow everything related to this website and you contradicted itself.

“Quit complaining and grab the vibrator. You act like I won’t satisfy you.” you practically scolded, though there was no bite to your tone. “Unless..you don’t want it.”

You could see Ellie’s face drop in the camera. Cute.

“N-no, no. I’m sorry—please..” she practically choked out, stumbling over her words just to get them out quicker. She reached for the pink vibrator wand on the desk, the same one you used.

You took it from her, waving it in front of the camera like it was a treasure. To them, it was.

“Pick a starting setting. I’m sure you all know it’s 1-10. Unless you’re new here.” you explained, tapping the item against Ellie’s thigh softly.

“Start with three.”

Without warning you pressed the wand up to Ellie’s puffy clit and set it to the third setting.

She immediately jolted, gasping and grabbing onto the edge of the chair. “G-god..this thing is good..”

You giggled, moving it softly over her clit. “Good? You’re on a pretty low setting, baby.” you teased, looking at the camera expectantly. You moved the vibrator in gentle circles around her clit, feeling her squirm in your lap. So badly you wanted to feel her pussy pulse, but you held back somehow. She was soaking the tip of the wand, and you proceeded to spread it all over her pussy.

You enjoyed how she looked a bit calm—the vibrations pleasing her almost just right. You loved the way you could feel the lust roll off her body in waves, or roll of her tongue when she moaned. It was beautiful, perfect for your taste. She squirmed softly, clit pressing harder against the toy.

Finally, A donation: “Maybe put it at 8”

Ellie’s eyes widened a bit, her face crumbling when you bumped it up to 8. Now she was really squirming, weak moans leaving her as she tried to stay seated and behaved in your lap.

Your eyes locked on hers in the camera, face mockingly pitying. “Oh, look at her squirm. She can’t even handle it.”

The vibrations being sent on her poor, aching clit were nothing short of brutal. Her legs shook and squirmed as she tried to keep them spread and up for the camera, eyes rolling back and jaw slack. The chat missed her pretty, green eyes—but they looked better this way. Rolled back and glazed over.

“T-too much..too much..-!” she tried to complain, as if her hips weren’t bucking against it. As if she wasn’t drooling, wasn’t making the most delicious sounds. A bit of her juices splattered when you moved the vibrator down too far, something that earned this stream countless donations and praises in the comments.

“You know you want it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and take it, mhm?” you cooed, looking at her expression through the camera. You looked over her shoulder, eyes locked on her pussy. It looked even better in person—so pretty, so wet. And it was all for you, you got to flaunt it in front of all these people.

“Angel..please—“ you cut her off, stuffing two fingers into her mouth. Her facial expression turned pleading, moans and cries trapped in her mouth in the cutest way possible.

“Well, come on. Want me to leave it at 8?” you asked, loving how Ellie looked when she was all weak and needy.

“Put it on 6, and let her finish.” a donation said, these people had the right idea!

You turned the settings down twice, vibrations still working her poor, tired clit. Ellie moaned around your fingers, sucking and swirling her tongue around them. You knew she was close by her actions: hips bucking faster, breath even more labored, and eyes squeezing shut. Your fingers almost fell out of her mouth from how much she was moaning.

“Yeah? Wanna cum that bad? Go ahead, you’ve been so patient.”

That’s all it took, and all that build up was so worth it. Ellie threw her head back, your fingers sliding out of her mouth, she whined out—incoherent and breathy. Her back arched a bit, sending her closer to the wand—closer to those brain shattering vibrations.

And when it was over and she was left panting? Overstimulation.

Ellie whimpered and squirmed, grabbing onto your arm weakly. “Baby—please..I can’t take it.” she complained, her fucked, tired pussy still taking it. “Please—too much, too much-!” her clit ached with sensitivity, each vibration making her sob.

You looked at the camera, hand unmoving besides to circle her clit with the vibrator. “Well? what should i do?” you asked, waiting for a donation.

This wait was torture for Ellie—she already started crying. Pretty tears streamed down her cheeks, over her cute little freckles. “You’re so precious when you cry, Els. So, so adorable.”

A donation finally came through, thank god. “Turn it off. We wanna see her ride you, Angel.”

You immediately turned it off, letting her crying pussy recover. The fingers that were previously in her mouth slid down to her wet cunt. You dragged them up and down the slick, gathering the stickiness between your fingers. You showed it off to the camera. “Look how wet I make her.” you bragged, sucking the wetness of your fingers.

The chat exploded, going feral in ways you didn’t even know were possible. That’s what made this all so fun—it was so unpredictable.

You patted Ellie’s shoulder, trying to check up on her. This situation was fun, but if she was too tired to continue then that was that. “You okay? Still wanna continue?” you whispered, quiet enough for only her to hear.

Ellie was still recovering, looking back at you with a soft look in her eyes. “Yeah, yeah of course. I’m good—I still wanna ride you.” she whispered back, trying not to laugh when she saw your eyes practically sparkle. She loved when you did that—you were so expressive and easy to read. Yet, you were hard to understand.

“Yeah? Wanna repeat that, sweetheart? Don’t be shy.” you giggled, looking at her expectantly.

Ellie laughed a bit, letting you wipe her tears. “I wanna ride you, baby. So fuckin’ bad, please?”

The sheer need in her tone. Fuck—you could’ve came on the spot. You quickly recovered, though, grabbing her hips to help her up. “Then ride me.”

Ellie stood up a bit, scooting back a bit and hovering over the silicone once again. This time, she knew she’d get it. She slowly sunk down, tip pushing past her entrance. A sigh left the both of you at the same time—for you, it was the view.

“That’s it, keep taking it.” you praised, grabbing her hips softly to help her out. She was further down now, going super slow to maybe spare herself for a bit.

It was no use.

“Hey, slam her down.”

You blinked a few times, then smiled again. Your grip on her hips tightened—allowing you to slam her down on your faux dick, sliding it deeper inside her.

Ellie immediately yelped, back arching like a cat. She scowled at the camera, breath caught. “Fuck yall. I was trying to make it slow and seductive.”

“Don’t lie, you just wanted me to spare your pussy for a few extra seconds.”

“Why would I wanna be spared?”

“Because you’re a baby who can barely take it rough. You’re always like this.”

Always like this? Fuck, slip up. “..You’re always like this on your streams—always struggling to take it even when you’re doing barely anything.”

Ellie tried not to laugh at you, raising her hips up and looking at you in the camera. “Right. Right, babe.” she eased back down, groaning as she felt the silicone stroke the walls of her pussy perfectly.

You held her hips, starting to bounce her a bit. Her tits bounced with her, something the chat seemed to like. You wanted to grab at them, so you let one hand go and reached for her perky nipples. They felt so soft and perfect in between your fingers, and she loved having them played with.

“Wanna make me proud, baby?” you questioned, voice low and seductive.

Ellie moaned and nodded, eyes half lidded as she rode you like it was a profession. “Yes, baby—fuck..t-tell me how..” she managed, pussy squelching with every little movement. It felt so unbelievably good, her thighs were shaking and the beads of sweat on her forehead grew. She was sucking the strap deep inside her cunt every time she bounced, one tit bouncing in your hand.

“Spell Angel. Do it now, fucking spell it while you ride me like that.” you ordered, gasping when she slammed her hips back down harshly. You could feel the friction of the strap rub against your puffy clit—pussy begging to be tended to. All of this made you so horny—but you were more focused on Ellie.

Ellie gasped, moving her hips like you said. She spelt it slowly—A, N, G, E,L. She said every letter under her breath as she spelt it, like she was letting your name take property inside her. Like she was trying to dig it out. Like she was reciting something she already knew—something she knew was hers.

“That’s a good girl.” you praised, moaning into her shoulder. The donations were quiet, everyone hyper-focused on what was happening. The scene was delicious—both of the top camgirls moaning as they pleased each other.

Ellie reached her hand behind herself, finding the hem of your pants and sliding her hand down. She passed your panties, fingers finding your sopping cunt. She immediately shoved two fingers in, making you moan into her shoulder—biting the skin softly.

She continued, fingers shaking as she bounced on the strap, pussy being fucked open in the most perfect way. She was sure nothing could feel better than this—it was ruining her with every moan.

Ellie’s fingers stayed inside you, just bumping your g-spot perfectly. When she hit it, you just bit down harder. She yelped, arching a little bit and changing the angle. The new angle absolutely broke her, she choked out a whine when the silicone hit that perfect spot inside her, greedily fucking herself on it over and over.

You smiled against her neck, finally looking up. “So greedy. Keep using it, baby.” you murmured, biting the inside of your lip, reading all the comments fussing over this moment.

Ellie’s breath started to get more labored—and so did yours. “F-fuck Els..are you close too?” you asked with a breathy voice.

She nodded, unable to form words. All that came out were weak little babbles and pleads. The pace was kept, donations flooding and begging you to cum so they could as well.

Ellie came first, hard. Her breath caught, jaw slack—and then, she squirted. It was quick, unpredicted, and sexy as hell. She let out the most pathetic noise, head falling forward as she whimpered and rode out her orgasm. Her pussy squeezed the strap, making it impossible to keep going.

When you saw her squirt—you finished right then and there. Your eyes rolled back, lips slightly parted as you moaned beautifully into the sex scented room. You soaked her fingers even more, pussy hugging them tightly as if she was milking them for something.

After that, you just panted. Stayed like that without even looking at the camera. Eventually you did, your pupils blown so wide you thought they’d pop. All you knew was that you wanted to get off this stream. You wanted to be alone with Ellie—needed it.

“T-thank you all for joining this stream. I hope this anniversary and stream was as special to you as it was to us.” you said, almost rushed.

The chat was confused, a lot of people also recovering from orgasms. Though, the girl on your lap was in the worst condition.

Ellie looked out of it, reading the chat but struggling to do so. “Love you guysss..fuckk..” she groaned, weakly reaching for the mouse and ending the stream.

Silence. Well, at least for a moment.

“Are you all good, babe?” you checked, placing your chin on her shoulder. “Sorry..I just felt like that was enough. I wanna be alone with you..”

You couldn’t believe you were being so stupidly sappy after all of that, but Ellie seemed to bring out traits and feelings you didn’t know you ever had. Especially when she looked all wrecked in your lap—you wanted to take care of her.

Ellie nodded, a weak smile on her face. “Yeah..that was crazy. But, super fun.”

“I think i deserve to get my pussy ate for this, babe.” you giggled, hands teasing her sensitive nipples.

“I’d be happy to eat you out, Angel.”

“Pfft, you don’t have to call me Angel now, we’re off stream.”

“You’re right, doesn’t suit you.”

“You’re such a brat!”

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King of the Seas

pirate!reader x bartender!ellie

<Part II>

summary - It’s your birthday and your crew is all for celebrating you, but you can’t help but pay attention to girl serving the drinks.

warnings - MDNI 18+, fem!reader, slight angst, pwp (as always), smut (durrr), fingering, cunnilingus, tribbing, kissing (awe, how sweet), mentions of alcohol, piracy, reader is wanted.

wc - 2.8k

a/n - long time no see my loves, this one’s short but I do have a part 2 for you, so eat this up till idk when. anyways, enjoy, luv y’all! (Not my best work, but it’s something!)

Growing up you had a rather normal life, your father worked in the mines, you rarely saw him but it didn’t matter if you did — he was cold regardless. Your mother stayed at home tending to the home you grew up in.

You didn’t want a life like their’s, every night you prayed to be swept off your feet by some magical creature and taken away to anywhere that was away from here.

Thankfully one day, your prayers were answered.

-

The sounds of glass shattering, and screaming echoes through the streets of your town, people rushed passed, all this chaos had only meant one thing — pirates.

It was your chance at freedom, a chance to escape your normal life to find something to live for. “Hell yeah!” You took your chance, pushing past people heading towards the chaos. You eventually found the large ship, admiring the sails before quickly sneaking onto the ship; from there the rest was history.

At first, the crew was against letting you join them, but the captain insisted you be treated as an equal.

“Hang her from the sails!”

“Tie her to the front of the ship!” They suggested, it frightened you — but their captain had decided to recruit you as one of the crew members.

Years would go by, you spent your days by your Captains side, learning everything about sailing and pillaging; and of course scrape the streets for drink — and sometimes women.

Though it did feel short lived once your Captain had fallen ill, the disease could be cured but the ingredients required were too far to retrieve in time. “It’s not- worth the journey. Let me go, the gods have willed it-” He wheezed.

Over the next week, you sat at his bedside, watching his every breath. Telling him about your days “I’m scared Captain.” You whispered, leaning against the bed, you thought to yourself. “Who’s going to look after us when your gone?” You whispered. You didn’t get an answer, not for a bit.

“I'll leave you to rest.” Before you could stand, his cold hand reached out to yours. Opening his hand, he held out his sacred pendant, the one that he said he received from someone he loved a long time ago.

“Lead them.” He heaved, letting out a cough alongside his murmur.

The day came, Captain had taken his last breath, it left the crew shaken. He asked before he had died to hold a celebration, he wanted the crew to be in good spirits. So as they danced and faked their happiness, you watched, sipping ale from the glass Sammie had poured you.

“He handed you the torch.” Startled, you turned to your crewmate — he motioned to the pendant you had terribly tickled into your tunic. “Seems so.” Quiet broke between you two, Sammie would never admit it but he was glad he chose you — hell he knew he’d never be able to handle that kind of responsibility.

“He trusted you, as the rest of the crew does. I know you can lead them, lead us.” You had no choice, so you did.

The beginnings were hard, filling your Captain's shoes were harder than expected— the duties, the planning and more importantly the pillaging. Of course, over time it became your second nature and before you knew it it was your face on those ‘wanted posters’.

Years would go by, the seas knew you as ‘Madame Red’ due to your get up. Your bright red buccaneer jacket, beige tunic, black breeches and red pleather boots — and let’s not forget your red tricon hat that Sammie went scavenging islands for, and the black feather he collected from a ‘special bird’ — or so he says.

Everywhere you went, people would avoid your path, clearing ways when you and your crew marched the streets. This was the life you’d been searching for.

-

“Captain!” Sammie came bursting into your quarters as you sat behind your desk, counting some of the coin you’d collected on your last raid.

You never took from families, that’s one thing your Captain had taught you. You only strike fear in the townspeople and steal from the highborns, the ones who taxed the lowborns to live in their luxury. You’d often give back to the townspeople instead, leaving them a good amount of resources before fleeing their cities.

“Sammie.” You answered, tossing the coin onto the small pouch. “We’re to arrive in Jackson Town by dawn.” He placed down two golden goblets on your desk, you raised your brow at him as you sat back in your chair.

“That I know.” You smiled, Sammie poured wine into both cups, it was a special bottle from a crate one of the crew members had picked up — surprisingly paid for it too.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me, Sammie?” You asked, raising the goblet to your lips, smiling. ”Well I think we all know what tomorrow is,” He started, you chuckled.

“I’m not sure I remember-”

“Your birthday Captain.” The whole crew knew, they’d been planning for the past week to celebrate your big day — but to you, it was just another day.

“You’re getting older by the day, I remember when you were just a girl, stowed away in our storage.” The day you snuck off to join your knee crew changed your life forever, if only little you could see you now.

You and Sammie shared a glass more of the wine, reminiscing the past. You both soon retired to your chambers, laying back in the bed that once used to be your Captains you looked up at the ceiling, smiling to yourself.

“I hope I’ve made you proud, Captain.” You whispered before drifting off to sleep.

-

“Land!” A voice yelled, you looked out over the railing, using your spyglass to get a better look. The large town was bustling with people, you didn’t know what your crew had planned for the day but you couldn’t lie, you were excited.

You were surprised when they presented you with more than you’d expected, the town square had entertainment of all kinds; bands, dancers, painters and more. All while your crew handed you gifts of all kinds, you wondered, when did they get so soft for you?

Later that evening, Sammie and a few others from your crew entered the local bar. Silence filled the room as you stepped inside, the six of you now being the main focus. It gave you that feeling you enjoyed — probably more than you should have — that feeling of power over people, a power that strained from fear and some admirers but mostly fear.

You took slow steps towards the bar, Sammie and the others not far behind you. “Now that’s no way to treat the birthday lady?” One of your men whispered.

“Lightne up would ya? Here, how about-” You pulled out a sack of coins, tossing it onto the bar surface. “A round of drinks for you all, on me, my treat.” You looked around, it was quiet at first.

“Drinks from the red lady!” One man yelled, the bar arrested into cheers and applause. “Feeling generous tonight are we?” Sammie said, giving you an impressed smile.

“It’s just one night.” You nudged him back. You hadn’t planned to drink that night, but when the bartender came around, you began rethinking your decision.

“What can I grab for you?” She asked, clearly annoyed but you were taken back by her. Her auburn hair pulled back, tired green eyes and her freckled skin which had a light glow — possibly sweat from bussing so many tables.

Sammie nudged you, grabbing you out of your trance. “Sorry, she’ll have a glass of whiskey, neat.” She nodded before turning around. “What was that?” Sammie asked, before you could respond, she placed a glass in front of you.

“Glass of Whiskey neat, on the house.” She hummed before leaving you both. You weren’t sure what had come over you but you knew you wanted her attention.

The night went on, you nursed the same glass of whiskey for hours. You watched the girl from your spot, she bussed tables and served others at the bar. She glanced at you a few times slowly growing a smile after each glance, Most of your men had returned to the boat for the night — leaving you and Sammie at the bar.

“Captain! I think- I’m gonna- go back to ole girl Shelby!” He slurred, ‘Shelby’ was the name he — and him alone — had given your ship, you weren’t sure why he called it that but there wasn’t much you could do about it.

“Get back in one piece Sammie, I don’t need my right hand getting sliced in half by the king's guard.” You giggled, he saluted you before stumbling out of the bar.

The place was basically empty, you and three other people sat in the quiet space. The girl had returned, you started down in the glass, stirring the now watered down liquid in circles.

“You gonna take ‘er home with you?” She asked, you looked up at the girl, she motioned towards your glass and you chuckled. “She wouldn’t survive five minutes on that ship.” You joked.

Sitting up, you turned your attention to the auburn haired girl. “What? Madame Red is scared of losing a glass of whiskey to her men?” She said slowly, you looked around. “Shhh-” You surveyed the area, your name was known, but not many would dare to call it unless the king's guard was within ear shot.

“You know, ‘red lady’ isn’t the best disguise.” She giggled, amused by your nervousness.

“Do you always work this late?” You asked, trying to get yourself out of the hotseat, head tilting to the side curiously. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you always watch people work?”

“Touché.” You smiled. “So, another drink?” She asked, pointing to your glass, shaking your head, you pushed the glass back to her. “No actually,” you rested your elbows on the bar counter. “I wanted to know- what you were doing after?” You did your best at sounding smug – spoiler, it was terrible.

“Me?” She asked, pouring out the whiskey. “Nothing important, that’s for sure,” Her smile was gorgeous, everything about her made you feel like you were dreaming. “My life isn’t that interesting.” She finished.

“Your tattoo says otherwise.” She looked at her forearm, smiling. “Why don’t you tell me about it?” She bit the inside of her cheek, thinking to herself before leaning against the bar. “How about I tell you about somewhere more quiet?”

Standing outside, you waited for the girl to finish up inside which didn’t take long. She soon joined you out in the dim lit street, locking the door behind her. “Follow me, I know a place we can stay for the night.” You wanted to ask why she didn’t just take you back to hers, but then again you were a pirate — one of the most wanted at that — so you refrained from questioning.

-

“And then I fell from my horse!” You both laughed, laying in the bed in the room she’d gotten for the two of you. Well the room she asked for and you paid for, it was the least you could do.

The fresh linen sheets were too inviting not to lay on once you’d entered, of course you threw off your jacket and boots before climbing into bed. “Ok, ok, now you tell me something.” She smiled, it made your heart jump.

You were so used to the tough personality you had to keep up, you’d almost forgotten what it felt like to laugh. “Well, when I was a girl, I had actually snuck off to join my crew.” Her face softened, now a bit more intrigued at your story.

“Why?”

“I didn't want to be a housewife.” You shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. “So you became the most feared pirate across the seven seas?”

“Yeah, yeah I did.” She giggled.

“Doesn’t it get lonely out there sometimes?”

“I have my crew.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She rolled her eyes, you never had the time to think about I any certain way. With your training and new Captain duties, you hadn’t gotten to think about love since you were twelve.

“I don’t know.” You spoke quietly, still deep in thought about her question. “M’always too busy to think about it.”

“Yet the one time you have time to yourself, you take a girl out?” You knew she was joking, but something deep down knew she was right. Maybe you were lonely in a sense, missing that comfort of another person.

“Can you blame me?” You whispered, she scooted closer to you. “Guess not.” She whispered back, looking down at her lips which were a pretty shade of pink and back at her green eyes.

There wasn’t much else exchanged, other than the whimpers, moans and the quiet cusses that escaped you both. Your jacket was tossed on the floor – originally on the ‘loveseat’ in the corner but that was until you playfully strutted over to the seat, prompting the girl to follow you, ending up with her head between your thighs for what felt like hours.

Tongue working you into multiple climaxes, moving from the seat to the floor, resting on your knees with her behind you, her hands groping your boobs while you grinded against her thigh. From there it was back to the bed, returning the attention she’d given you and taking your time between her thighs to push her over the edge.

It didn’t stop there, slotting your legs between hers and holding onto her hand for leverage you rode her till sunrise. The creak of the bed and sound of your wet cunts moving against each other echoed, hell you were sure a door slammed – meaning someone had left the motel but you were too fucked out to notice.

“Gods be good.” You whispered breathlessly before leaning in to kiss her again as you desperately moved your hips against hers. With quick motions, she swiftly flipped the two of you, now on your back a bit surprised. “Gonna ride me?” you smiled.

“Save a horse, ride a pirate.” She joked, you giggled before feeling her pick up the pace. If it wasn’t for her whispering to you a ‘happy birthday’ once you’d both finished you would’ve completely forgotten that it was even your day.

As the sun slowly began to rise on the horizon, you attempted to take a bath, it wasn’t long before she decided to join you in the warm water. “Miss me that bad?” She hummed, pulling into her lap, the water spilling out of the wooden tub, she kissed you again. It didn’t take long till the pressure of her fingers filled you with bliss, you held onto her for dear life, nails digging into her skin, she’d sunken a third into your cunt – you were seeing stars.

-

“Are you sure you can’t stay? You can tell your crew to just set up a base here.” You smiled while throwing your tunic back on. “Or you could come with us, leave the bar behind.” Slipping your pants on, she stayed quiet at the offer. You sat next to her, lacing up your boots “You’d see more islands and cities than you’d ever see in your life.” You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled.

“Maybe.” She whispered before kissing you, it was different from the ones before, gentle and passionate rather than mere lust. Before you could pull away from her, your door busted open, startling you both.

“Captain!”

“Gods, Sammie!” Looking between you and the girl, he gave you a knowing smile. “Oh! My apologies, Captain, lady from the bar.” He bowed to you both, you scoffed playfully before rolling your eyes at his change in demeanor.

“We’ve been searching for you, the ship is ready to depart, we’ll be on our way to wash- town?”

“Washington City, Sammie.” You corrected, the both of you – fully dressed – headed out the door. “You know, Captain, we have room for one more.” Sammie whispered to you. “Would you shut up-”

As you exited the motel, you were met with the barrels of guns pointed at the three of you. “Don’t move!” One guard yelled. “Shit.” Sammie reached for his pistol, but to his luck was struck down with the back end of a gun – now on the floor unconscious.

“Sammie!” You were knocked onto your knees, your nerves were everywhere. You were angry, anxious and a bit embarrassed to be getting busted in front of ‘mistress’. “Shit.” You whispered as one of the guards cuffed you.

“Ellie!” The girl stepped around you, giving you a look you couldn’t understand – it was empathetic yet belittling at the same time. She joined the men before you, standing up straight but something about her felt as if she was embarrassed. “You-” You were unable to get your words out before being knocked in the back of your head.

Your vision blurred but her silhouette was the last thing you’d seen before everything went dark.

She sold you out.

<Part II>

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Updates pookies!

Gonna do some show watching for inspo’z and stuff (love death + robots) I do have a couple ideas in the bin, one that I’m working on currently but I will keep you guys updated 😛

(Also schools starting again for me soon and I’m gonna be volunteering at TIFF — both in September — so please spare me if a disappear again 😭🙏)

Anyways, here’s a couple sneak peeks. Enjoy!

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Hello Luvlies!

I’ve been packed with work, but I am quitting trust me 😛!

Pirate!readerxBartender!Ellie for the soul?

No, no that’s- too much isn’t it 😓

Anyways, Lei will return soon! Luv ya!

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MY MOTIVATION, WHERE- I’M- NAAAAAOOOOOOOOKKK

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oh yeah people..... this is what FAME looks like...

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OOP-

What was that? Guys did you hear that? I think there’s a ghost 😰😰

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PUHLEEEEEASE

ohhh blue collar abby save me…

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At work watching Ellie Williams edits, the grind never stops