#Pirate Captain

[st4r-t3ars]

A Pirates Life

[honeypipin]

Pirate Captain König:

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(I said I would do it)

Disclaimer: THIS WILL HAVE SMUT LATER ON (gotta love that story building), mentions of r4pe but its just him saying he wont - his mum taught him right (mostly), casual kidnapping 👍

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Pirate Captain König who couldn't have found himself in a better situation.

You stand infront of him, pretty, determined eyes that won't let him get into the village school, he knows you're terrified, and he can see the people inside watching with wide eyes.

"I won't let you in."

"Really?"

"I won't."

He laughs, he fucking laughs. The cloth of his mask bats back and forth with every laugh that comes out of him.

"Then you will have to give me something, no?"

"What do you want then, gold? Pearls? Sugar?"

"Hmm... no not today."

"What is it then?"

"You?"

"What?"

What.

Your face contorts into one of horror. God no, please don't let this be the start of one of those horribles news reports you read the other day of girls getting kidnapped by pirates and having unspeakable things done to them. Anything but that.

"You seem to be the most precious thing here, so I want you."

"Absolutely not. I will not be raped by some disgustimg thing like you."

"Don't worry. You won't be raped."

Oh what?

He picks you up, almost like a bridal carry if your arms weren't being restricted.

"What- Let me go! LET ME GO!"

You thrash around in his arms, but trying to beat 6'10 of man and muscle is not something you can do.

"I'll make you beg me for it."

"LET GO!"

You were horrified, the fearful stares of your fellow villagers that you had managed to protect were etched into you mind.

König, on the other hand, was quite happy about his new wife.

[arishnea]

"In Múspell, the only sea is a sea of flames. If only I could sail them as freely as a pirate might, imagine how hot my soul would burn."

Meet Laegjarn: Flame Captain from Fire Emblem Heroes!

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She was designed for a Twitter Pirate Festival Banner Collaboration, organized by @littledashdraws

I created her Jolly Roger and original weapons, inspired by pirate weaponry and Muspell identity. She's a dual sword-wielder because of those double-sword Jolly Rogers. 😁 And, I wanted to incorporate iconic pirate pistols into a FEH-acceptable weapon.

[nyuusayuri]

Heart of the Pirate King (ongoing)

Ateez Kim Hongjoong x Reader [SMUT]

Warnings: Mention of guns, slight violence and maybe swear words

Chapter 2

Chapter 1: The Encounter

"Ah-ah, don't move," he murmured, the cool steel of his pistol pressed against my forehead. "Unless, of course, you want me to pull the trigger."

Hongjoong's amusement was palpable as he observed my futile attempt to slip away and rally my people — an effort made all the more audacious in the face of him and his gang. If only I'd remembered that he was as observant as he was cunning; nothing ever seemed to escape his sharp gaze. The gun trained on me was a constant reminder that any misstep could lead to my demise.

"So, care to enlighten me about your little escapade?"

His voice dripped with mockery, a chuckle escaping as he buried me in his intense scrutiny. My reply was nothing more than a low snarl, teeth gritted in defiance. "As if you don't already know, Pirate," I spat, sarcasm swirling around the air between us.

The glint in his eyes only grew as my retort registered, and his lips curled into a smirk. He held me at gunpoint, and yet I sensed a flicker of intrigue dancing behind his playful demeanor. With a scoff, he remarked, "Oh, you've certainly got guts, I'll give you that."

I turned my attention to the crew behind him. His irritation simmered just beneath the surface as he lifted his pistol, reaching out to grasp my chin. "Look at me. Don't look away," he commanded, each word coated with a palpable threat, his gaze penetrating as he bore into my very soul.

Biting back my fury, I felt an overwhelming urge to headbutt him—a response he seemed to relish as he edged closer, clearly enjoying my internal struggle. His smirk widened at my subtle movements, the delightful tension between us growing thicker like fog on a dreary morning, and he leaned in closer, hovering just out of reach.

"Trying to hide your anger so badly, huh?" he teased, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

"You have no idea," I whispered back, my tension building. "You attacked my home. Should I be happy about that?" The sarcasm dripped from my lips, raising the corners of his mouth in amusement.

He edged nearer, the warmth of his presence radiating against my skin. "No, you have every right to be angry, sweetheart," he replied, his tone almost mocking. "But let's not pretend you're not enjoying this little predicament of yours. I can see it in your eyes."

Appalled, I slapped his hand away, my fury bubbling over. "What? Why should I?! You're scum, just like all the other pirates before you!" A whistle of delight escaped him, his enjoyment clear as he chuckled at my defiance. The laughter morphed into something darker as he fixed me with a sharp stare.

"Oh, a feisty one, aren't you? But don't act like I'm the scum here. You know nothing about me or my crew, sweetheart." He caught my chin again, a tad too tight this time, pulling me within inches of his face. "But keep up that attitude—it's kinda cute." His grin was charming, wicked, and all too compelling.

"As if I would ever listen to you," I shot back, keeping my gaze locked onto his while gripping his wrist. His chuckle was low and satisfied, an insatiable glimmer of amusement lighting his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to listen, sweetheart. I'm merely curious about how long you'll sustain this little act. You're adorable when you're mad, did you know that?"

His face drew closer, and I placed my hands on his chest in a futile attempt to distance myself. "What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" I cried, struggling to twist free of his grip, my heart racing in protest.

His crew erupted in laughter, reveling in our clash, as one of his arms snaked around my waist, anchoring me where he wanted me — pressed flush against him. "Oh, sweetheart, don't struggle too much; you'll wear yourself out," he teased, leaning down so that his breath warmed my ear. "Besides, I like having you this close to me."

With a surge of resolve, I finally broke free and glared at him, my anger boiling over. "What the hell are you trying to do here? Do you think I'm just one of your dolls who'll come running at your beck and call?"

He merely scoffed at my outburst, a satisfied grin etched across his face. "I was merely testing how fiery your temper is. Look at you; you've not disappointed." He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "And no, I don't think you're one of my dolls as you so bluntly put it. You're much more unique."

"What do you even know about me? Nothing! Now let my people go and get the hell out of here!" I demanded, holding his gaze with a challenge.

"Ah, I know more than you think, sweetheart," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But I'll admit, I haven't learned your name yet, which strikes me as a shame." He winked at me, and I frowned in disbelief.

"And as for your people? They're safe, for now. I can promise you that."

I let out a laugh tinged with skepticism. "Why should I trust the word of a pirate? And why do you want to know my name? Once you leave here, I doubt you'll ever give me a second thought."

He chuckled, "Oh sweetheart, you have every reason to doubt me. I am, after all, a pirate. But I assure you, I mean no harm to you or your people." Then, without warning, he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. Tilting his head down, he leaned in close, murmuring, "I want to know your name because you intrigue me. You're a feisty one, and I can't help but be drawn to you."

His words caught me off-guard, and I blinked in surprise, searching his eyes before looking away, deep in thought. After a moment, I returned my gaze to him. "Y/N," I said quietly.

His smile softened at the sound of my name. "Y/N," he repeated, savoring it like a fine wine, enjoying how it rolled off his tongue. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he murmured, the devious smirk creeping back to his lips.

"Now, release the others and get out of here," I commanded, my voice firm despite the tremor of uncertainty within me.

An amused scoff escaped him, but he turned to his crew, nodding his command. Moments later, my people were untied, and relief washed over me as they gathered at a safe distance. He turned back, a playful glint in his eye. "As promised, they're safe. My crew won't harm them, I give you my word. But are you truly sure you want me to leave, sweetheart? I was just beginning to enjoy our little conversation."

It was undeniable that there was something magnetic about him — undeniably handsome, perhaps the most attractive man I'd ever encountered — but he was still Kim Hongjoong, King of the Pirates, and trust was not a luxury I could afford.

"Why would I want you to stay?" I raised an eyebrow, wary of the predator before me.

Noting my tension, he leaned into his game, trying to provoke me further. "You've been eyeing me up, haven't you? Admiring the view, perhaps?" He began to circle me, his gaze appraising as he moved. "Let's be honest; you enjoy this little game as much as I do. Otherwise, you'd have walked away by now."

I could only gawk at his audacity, shaking my head. "You mean like this?" I took a few determined steps back from him.

His laughter echoed, buoyed by my defiance. "I do admire your spirit. It's quite charming," he mused.

Determined to reclaim my distance, I stepped away, but he swiftly closed the gap, grasping my waist and spinning me around so that my back met his chest. In an instant, my breath hitched, and I felt his lips near my ear. "But I'm afraid I can't let you leave that easily, sweetheart."

My heart raced as warmth flooded my cheeks, a sensation I fought to conceal by avoiding his gaze. I refused to let him see my flustered state, determined not to grant him any semblance of victory. But the question lingered in the air: why was I reacting this way?

He chuckled softly, clearly enthralled by the effect he'd had on me, savoring every moment. His smirk deepened as he sensed my heart racing, yet he refrained from mentioning it, opting instead to push my buttons further. "Oh, there are countless reasons. Perhaps I simply enjoy having you this close to me. Or maybe I'm not quite ready to release my hold on your delightful spirit."

Driven by a sudden surge of defiance, I seized his arm, twisting it with deft precision until I had him turned around, my grip pressing his arm firmly against his back, rendering him unable to escape. "I think you're listening to me now," I whispered fiercely into his ear. "You may have a handsome face, but I have no intention of entangling myself with a pirate who recently laid hands on my father!"

He let out a huff of surprise at the rapid role reversal, but beneath the annoyance blossomed an undeniable smirk as he admired my strength and audacity. "Ooh, feisty and strong. I like that," he admitted, his amusement evident in the lilt of his voice. "But you know, sweetheart, I had my reasons for confronting your father. It wasn't personal, I swear."

"Oh, but this feels rather personal," I countered, a playful smile dancing on my lips as I landed a swift kick to his leg, sending him tumbling to his knees before me. With his back still turned and my grip unyielding, I leaned closer, my voice a sultry whisper. "I prefer you on your knees, Captain." There was a hint of mischief in my tone as I reveled in his irritation before slipping away into the chaos of the city.

Wincing against the dull throb in his leg, he cursed softly, astonished that I'd toppled him so effortlessly. The world around us seemed to fade as he remained kneeling, still processing the shock of my boldness. As I whispered taunts into his ear, his annoyance simmered, ignited by the warmth of my breath against his skin tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

"You little minx," he muttered, delight dancing in his eyes as a slow smirk crept back onto his lips. "You've chosen to play a dangerous game, sweetheart. Just know this—I'll be coming for you."

[wroogymoony]

A question for pirate fellas

How many of you ship these two dumbasses? Cause I'm into that shit.

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

Welcome to the start of WH Creature Pirate AU! Where your neighbors are now pirates on the 7 seas- but not just ANY PIRATES- each and everyone of them is actually a SEA CREATURE in disguise!

Starting with the MOST pirate captain you've ever seen! Dashing and charismatic- a little clueless to the nuances of humanity- lover of water color paints- and the only pirate capable of disguising him and his crews true forms via magic The one and only siren of the AU who feeds off the attention he gets doing pirating shenanigans-!

Captain Darling!~

[academic-vampire]

One of the side characters in my book is a pirate captain, and now I’m out here googling everything there is to know about pirate ships because God almighty I am going to be accurate

[badstitched]

Captain Legs So valiant, so brave, so ruthless. Captain Legs postures over his found chest of treasures. This is the second pattern in my Froggo Pirates series! Find it in my shop or your favorite needlework shop

[empressofmankind]

CROCTOBER 21/31 ‐ "Captain"

I may or may not have overestimated how much energy I had to draw today 🙃

Inktober masterlist

[gatoinside]

🏴‍☠️ Mumamau 🏴‍☠️

Hi! I'm Mumamau, the other co-captain of the Paw Pirates!

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Sorry! I saw a fly. What was I saying?

Oh, right! My goal in my nine lives is to be happy and free with my friends.

Hope to see you all around! [Smiles]

[basil-sketches]

Me: Have we done anything productive this past month?

My Pirates-obsessed brain:

Version without the text:

[pulpsandcomics2]

Pirate Captain

[chaotic-orphan]

Febuwhump: Day Seventeen

Prompt - hostage situation (#febuwhump)

TW: tied up, ropes, helpless, pirates, intimate Whumper, explosion, fighting, violence, mass killing implied

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The sea was calm. The weather fair, the morning was yawning awake, blue skies rising with the sun, the dark blues disappearing beyond the horizon. It was a cycle of change that lay before his eyes, the fresh dew cast a mist on the water… and yet something, on the wind perhaps, was unsettling Locke as he maintained his chartered course. Something unexpected was turning with the tide, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

His first mate approached him, eyes on the horizon as they sailed at half-speed. “Admiral,” first mate said in greeting, the lilt of a question hanging off the last syllable.

“Do you feel the shift in the dew, first mate?”

First mate followed Locke’s line of sight to the lazily rising sun. “No, Admiral. However, that is not my station.”

“What is your station, mate?”

“To ensure you’re ship shape, Admiral,” said First Mate with a cheeky grin. “I trust your instincts; I would sail into hell if you ordered me too and recruit the best dead sailors of the underworld to navigate us to the living one again.”

Admiral laughed, a smile appearing on his face at Mate’s words.

“And what do your instincts say today, Admiral?” Mate asked.

“That we need to fly at full speed and reach the next port before this ill-begotten wind is at our backs.”

“Sir,” said first mate with a nod. First mate walked promptly down the steps of the ship onto the poop deck and let out an unmerciful commanding shout that could wake the dead. “Make-Ready Men!”

There was a ruckus below deck, a few curses and sudden thumps from the crew waking to the sound of First mate’s bellows.

“Heave the sails to full speed!”

Admiral laughed again when First mate turned to look at him over their shoulder, dark eyes bright with mischief. Then First mate’s eyes widened as they stared passed Locke to something behind him. Locke turned too.

A black ship twice the size of Admiral’s was on them, which had not been there a mere moment before. “Admiral!”

First mate yelled and Admiral heard sudden panicked footsteps run towards him as a chord of rope enveloped him, binding his arms to his sides with one unmerciful pull and lifting him from his own ship. Admiral gasped as the rope closed tighter and tighter around him the more he struggled. His feet left the deck of his ship, his eyes on First Mate who was standing where Locke was not a moment ago, reaching up desperately trying to catch Locke before he was completely out of reach.

First mate’s fingers brushed Locke’s ankle devastatingly close before Locke was hoisted up like one of his sails away from his ship and impossibly high above it like God himself was pulling Locke to the heavens.

Were it not for the chants of “heave! Heave! Heave!” Locke would have thought he was dead. If not for the riotous laughter as Locke was hoisted higher only tightened a knot of anxiety in his gut until he was above the other vessel, black planks below him and a man in a white shirt with red hair grinning up at him deviously.

Locke swallowed as he gazed down at the ship. No uniforms, no colours of their allegiance and the black finish of the deck… Locke had only heard rumours of this monster that haunted the seven seas.

Locke was lowered precariously to the deck of the ship, his legs like jelly under him when they hit the ground. The red-haired man laughed when Locke’s knees buckled and he fell to the deck, unable to catch himself.

“We went fishing lads, yet it seems we caught ourselves a landlubber,” the red-haired man proclaimed. More jeering laughter followed as the red-haired man spread his arms to his adoring crowd, turning his back slightly to Admiral. Admiral grit his teeth as he got a leg under him and pushed himself up.

He didn’t make it to one knee with a sword at his throat. His eyes widened at the glinting metal, the same black as the ship – a metal Locke had never set his eyes on before. The red-haired man’s eyes narrowed into a sharper point than the blade.

“I wouldn’t get brave now, fishbait.”

“Let go of me!” Locke demanded hotly. “Perhaps we can write this off as a misunderstanding.”

“Oh,” the red-haired man hummed, turning his body back to Admiral. “I don’t like threats, especially not ones made aboard my own ship, fishbait.”

“What a coincidence,” said Admiral tightly. “I don’t like being hoisted from my own. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement.”

The ropes tightened harshly around Admiral, stealing the breath from his lungs as the red-haired man stepped in, the captain of this ship no doubt… why was his name eluding Locke right now? He should know the name!

His smile was wicked and reckless. “Aye. Mayhaps we can.”

“Captain!” One of the pirate’s crew called. Captain, so Admiral was right. The red-haired man lifted his head and the pirate continued. “They’re preparing for a fight.”

Captain smiled down at Admiral. “Your men are loyal, Admiral,” Captain said, slightly impressed. Admiral frowned at him as someone grabbed Admiral’s arms and wrestled them behind him, before tying them off behind his back. Admiral pulled at the ropes, but they were so tight he could feel his pulse beating below the ropes.

“We can part peacefully, Captain,” said Admiral diplomatically. “Release me and let me return to my ship and my crew. We have no quarrel with you.”

The red-haired man grinned. Someone handed him the loose rope that was attached to Locke which Captain wrapped tightly around his hand and used it to pull Locke to his feet. Locke’s eyes widened as the Captain gave another harsh tug and yanked Locke closer, stumbling into Captain’s chest.

“Who said there must be a quarrel?” Captain said with a smile as he watched the realisation flood Locke’s face. Then Captain gave his order: “strike their colours, lads!”

Admiral lurched forward, panic seizing his limbs as he let out a sharp: “no!”

“Hush, now, Admiral, and be a good little hostage. I’ll get you accustomed to the mast, shall I?” Admiral fought him the entire way, but the Captain pulled him along anyway, looking over his shoulder to chat idly with him. "I must say, Admiral, it is a good day to see Kings men fight with loyalty for their captain. You'd be surprised how often men readily give up their captain for their lives."

"We can trade, Captain, please, there need not be blood!"

The red-haired man laughed, throwing his head back and mouth open wide staring at the sky with a hearty chuckle.

"Perhaps we are alike, Captain, you and I. We are sharks," said the pirate, yanking Admiral forward with a hand in his shirt and with a twist of his hips he slammed Admiral back against the central mast, knocking the breath from his lungs. "We both smell the blood in the water."

Captain smiled as he handed the rope to someone behind Admiral. Admiral felt the ropes tighten around him, locking his arms even tighter to his sides until there was no leverage at all for him to move. He felt the wood against his hands that were trapped uselessly behind him, and he wanted to curse and scream at the grinning pirate.

Locke froze as the captain placed a hand on the mast and leaned in, smiling at the Admiral, barely an inch between their noses. The pirate didn't smell bad, he smelled like sweet rum and salt water, but Locke scrunched his nose up all the same.

"What is your name, Admiral?” Captain asked with a dashing smile. “Just so I can properly threaten your life to your men."

"I'll tell you once you walk the plank, Captain," Locke snarled, baring his teeth at the pirate. Captain smiled and shrugged.

"Fine,” Captain said as he leaned away from Locke, the glimmer of something mischievous in his eyes. “I guess I’ll just have to wrangle it out of that spiffing first mate of yours instead.”

Admiral jerked forward, but he didn’t get very far, the ropes holding him back to the mast. “Don’t touch them!” Admiral barked.

“Sorry, Admiral,” said Captain with a forced sigh, pulling his revolver from his belt and checking to see if the gunpowder was loaded before drawing the hammer back to the full cocked position. “Loot to plunder, sailors to threaten, I have a busy schedule. Sit tight gorgeous, I’ll be back.”

Captain snapped the into place and offered Admiral a wide smile and a wink before he disappeared. “Captain! Captain wait!”

Admiral screamed after him, but over the sounds of swords clashing and gunpowder his screams just joined the sea of noise. Captain struggled in the ropes, trying to find any leverage to squeeze under or shrug over but it was no use. The rope dug so tight into Locke’s diaphragm that he could barely breathe. He knew there was going to be a ring of bruises there after he got free.

These men… Captain’s men weren’t ordinary pirates, they had an easiness to them, a regiment that reminded Admiral of his own ship’s crews and ranks. Ordinary pirates are usually not worth their salt, and yet… something in the back to Admiral’s mind told him that he knew — or should know — the Captain that currently kept him captive.

The fighting lasted until the sun was above the horizon, shimmering on the waters as the smoke cleared from between the two ships.

Another pirate came to Admiral and cut the ropes tying him to the mast. Before Admiral could ask what they were doing, the pirate yanked him forward, grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and pushed him towards the gangplank between both ships.

“Now then!” Captain said, his mirthful voice carrying over the ships with relaxed ease. “We have your captain, sailors. Your beloved Admiral Locke,” said Captain, sending a flash of his teeth to Locke. Admiral searched the poop deck for his first mate and found them in the arms of two of Captain’s men, blood streaming down their face from their forehead and nose. A bruise crowning on his cheek, his officer jacket tore.

Captain turned to Locke then, still aboard Captain’s ship. Admiral glared down at him. “The choice is yours, Admiral. Your men fought for you, will you fight for your men?”

Admiral frowned. “What?”

“I offer you the choice— would you fight—”

“Yes!” Admiral yelled, taking a step forward but he was yanked back. His heart pounding in his ears.

“Two streams of loyalty,” Captain mused. His boots hitting Locke’s deck towards first mate. Every step resounded in Admiral’s heart thudding in his chest.

“Hey! Get away from them!” Locke growled, struggles renewed as he tried his damned hardest to get to Captain and shove him away from First mate. “Captain! Captain please!”

Captain ran a hand through First Mate’s hair and yanked their head up to face Locke aboard Captain’s ship. Captain smiled, his eyes sharp.

“I offer you the choice, Admiral,” said Captain again. “Your ship and your crew, or First mate.”

Admiral blinked, something horrid settling into his gut as First Mate struggled in the pirates’ hold. The pirates wrestled First mate back into submission, Captain never taking his eyes from Locke.

“What?” Admiral breathed, too quiet for Captain to hear, but it was as if Captain heard, because he continued his torturous ultimatum with a grin.

“Your ship. Your men, your crew, your rank as Admiral, your flag, your country, your uniform,” said Captain, turning to face First mate and grabbing First mate’s chin between his fingers. “Or your first mate.”

“Admiral!” One of the sailors cried. Admiral’s dragged his eyes away from Captain to his navigator, struggling against a pirate. “That would be treason! You can’t!”

“That is my offer,” said Captain nonchalantly, capturing Locke’s attention again. “Treason and love? Or service and duty.”

“Go to hell,” First mate rasped. Captain shook his head and clicked his fingers. One the pirates holding First mate brought a cloth forward and wrestled it between their teeth. Captain waved his finger in front of First mate’s face and booped their nose. “Good little hostages don’t speak, First mate.”

First mate glared at Captain as the gag cut into their cheeks, mumbling incoherent curses at Captain behind it.

Meanwhile Locke was rooted to the spot, stunned at the awful choice that stood in front of them. It wasn’t the choice was difficult, Locke had already decided, the decision was made long ago, but… the ramifications of voicing it seemed too horrible to think.

First mate caught his conflicted eyes and shook their head softly. Admiral’s heart lurched in his chest because they knew, the pair of them knew what way the situation was going to unfold. The guilt before the decision was threatening to overwhelm them both and Locke hadn’t even said a word yet!

Captain noticed too, looking up at Locke. “Will you leave us in suspense, Admiral? Are we but fishes on your hook? Or are you waiting for the next bell to sound, hmm? Tick tock goes the tide, and with it comes the weather.”

Admiral felt all eyes turn on him, the weight of them threatening to drown him out of water.

“Admiral,” Captain hummed and yanked First Mate’s head up by the hair. First mate let out a muffled protest, fighting against him. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”

“First mate,” Admiral whispered.

Captain paused. Then he turned, eyes bright like a cats. “What was that, Admiral?”

Locke cleared his throat and avoided the eyes of his crew. “I choose treason. I choose my first mate.”

“For shame!” His crew cried but Locke didn’t care. His gaze was fixed on First Mate who was shaking like a leaf. Captain released First mate’s hair and clapped his hands together.

“Wonderful!” Captain said. “Please, bring First Mate aboard the Fallen Marauder, lads.”

Admiral stilled.

The Fallen Marauder, there’s no way that Locke was standing on the Fallen Marauder. Aside from the fact that it was a fiction, a fairytale, Admiral should be on his ship with his crew.

“Wait, what? I thought you would let us go.”

Captain grinned, “oh Admiral… how naïve.”

First mate was struggling against the pirates as they dragged them across the gangplank to the Captain’s ship. Admiral turned to First mate, but he was turned again, forced to face forward.

“Wait, Captain! What are you doing?” Admiral demanded as he saw a barrel of gunpowder being scattered over the deck.

“You chose, Admiral,” said Captain, walking across the gangplank after his men and came to stand beside Admiral. “You chose first mate, didn’t you?”

Admiral’s eyes were wide with fear. “Don’t. Don’t do this there are good men on that ship!”

“Good men you abandoned,” said Captain softly. “A ship without a captain is doomed.”

“They can make another captain!” Admiral cried as the Captain’s men pulled the gangplank away from the ship. “Please!”

“What do you care for a King’s ship? You have no country now, no loyalties to this endeavour. Now you are one of us, Admiral…” said Captain, then his head dipped, a conspiratorial smile gracing his face. “Or should I say, more accurately, Locke?”

Locke’s eyes went wide. That… Captain wasn’t wrong but Locke, he didn’t… he— his eyes searched the waters as his ship slipped further and further away from him, his men and crew wailing and crying and screaming.

Captain raised an arm. “Captain please,” Locke begged.

Captain dropped his arm. A cannonball fired and Locke stood frozen as he watched his ship go up in smoke. He sucked in a gasp as the air was ripped from his chest in shock. The planks bent and snapped and flew over the sea in a two metre radius of the ship.

“Welcome aboard the Fallen Marauder,” said Captain with a deep bow, dipping low. He tilted his head up as he introduced himself to the shaking Adm – former admiral. “My name is Captain Marlowe.”

[texasthrillbilly]

Come, sit on me lap.

[nyuusayuri]

Heart of the Pirate King (ongoing)

Ateez Kim Hongjoong x Reader [SMUT]

Warnings: making out, teasing, slight dirty talk, smut in the next chapter!

Chapter 4

Chapter 3: Never tease the Captain

He stood in the shadows, watching from a distance. It had been easy to find my house, thanks to his familiarity with the town. I sat on the balcony, unaware of his presence, lost in my thoughts, till I suddenly felt a strange sense of being watched. Just to be sure did I flick my middle finger in the hopes he would see it.

His soft chuckle reached my ears, and I turned to him to see amusement dancing in his eyes. "Still as feisty as ever, darling," he muttered to himself. I felt a thrill of defiance, but there was hesitation in his stance as he contemplated stepping out of the shadows.

I heard rustling in the bushes and, just to be a little cheeky, I remarked aloud, "Should a captain really hang around in a woman's bushes?"

He cursed softly under his breath, caught but not embarrassed. With a cocky grin, he stepped out from the foliage. "Just doing a bit of reconnaissance, darling. I was curious about you, that's all."

I raised an eyebrow, on the verge of scoffing at his comment about attraction, yet intrigued by his smirk. "That's what you seem to be like all the time. Why do you want me instead of one of those whores who would happily spread their legs for you?" I sighed, leaning on the railing, searching for the depth behind his bravado.

He chuckled at my bluntness, obviously amused. "You really think that's all I want, darling? Just a warm body to spend the night with?"

His gaze intensified as he continued, "It's more than that. You intrigue me. You challenge me. You're different from anyone I've met before, and that's what draws me to you."

"You're a man who's been at sea for too long. It's only natural to long for the closeness and warmth of a woman's body. I bet once you've gotten what you want, I'll become just another fleeting adventure. You'll vanish just as quickly as you came." My words were laced with mock indifference, but admiration flickered subtly at the way he leaned against the tree.

"Really think you have me all figured out, don't you, darling?" he countered, stepping closer. "You think you know what I want and what I'll do once I get it. But you don't." He fixed his gaze on me, a challenge lacing his words. "What if I told you that you're wrong? That I want more than just a night of pleasure?"

"Like what?" My heart raced as I leaned against the railing, my curiosity piqued.

"Like... companionship. Someone who challenges me, keeps me on my toes. Someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind and stand up to me. Someone who doesn't just cave to my every demand." He paused, his gaze unwavering as it searched my face for understanding.

"Someone who I can't stop thinking about, even when I try."

I scoffed at his declaration, shaking my head. "How can I believe you mean what you say?"

He chuckled, his amusement evident. "You don't believe me, darling? What do I have to do to convince you?"

Taking a few steps closer, he positioned himself directly beneath the balcony I stood on, his expression sincere. "I understand why you don't trust me, given who I am and what I do. But I promise you I'm telling the truth. I desire more than just a one-night stand."

"Even if what you say is true, you won't get that today, tomorrow, or the day after," I replied with a sly grin, enjoying the corner I had backed him into. "Which would mean you'd lose the bet with your crew, my dear Captain."

He chuckled, a knowing light in his eyes. "You really love to tease me, don't you, darling?"

"Of course. Just trying to ruffle the feathers of the infamous Captain Hongjoong. But how about you come and get me?"

His laughter rang out, a deep, throaty sound. "You're playing a dangerous game, you know that?" He rolled up his sleeves, assessing the wall before him. "But I love it, especially when the reward is so enticing... and so very stubborn."

And with that, he took a few running strides back before leaping upward, grasping the first ledge with agility. I could only laugh as I sank into a chair, intrigued by what he was capable of. "I'm curious how strong our Captain really is," I murmured under my breath, watching as he climbed.

He called out to me mid-climb, "Keep laughing, darling. You won't be laughing for long." He grunted, pulling himself up with a determination that was hard to ignore. "You'll be eating your words soon enough."

"Maybe you should be the one eating me," I retorted playfully, my confidence soaring.

He chuckled, and despite the effort of scaling the wall, I could hear the desire creeping into his voice. "You really enjoy teasing me, don't you, you little minx? Just wait until I get up there. I'll show you what happens to naughty girls who tease their Captain."

"Can't wait to see you try," I leaned back, a playful smirk on my lips.

As he climbed higher, my heart raced—not from fear, but from the anticipation of what was to come. "Oh, I'll do more than try, darling," he shot back, his voice determined. "Just you wait. I'm almost there."

"If you say so... my dearest Captain," I said, my tone dripping with seduction, happy to keep him on edge.

"You have no idea what you're doing, do you, darling?" he called back, his voice low and gravelly. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

The words sent shivers down my spine, and I could only grin. "Maybe you don't know what you're getting yourself into. After all, we're playing by my rules here."

He laughed softly at my confidence, his adventurous spirit ignited. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm getting into, darling. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it. You think you have the upper hand, but you're wrong. You'll see."

He clawed his way over the last ledge and onto the balcony, his chest heaving with exertion. My eyes widened in shock yet I was still more than impressed. "Wow. What a woman can do to a man with a little teasing."

He looked at me, panting but gleaming with satisfaction, a wolfish smirk pulling at his lips. "Looks like I won, darling. Against all odds, I won."

I barely had time to react after standing up from the chair as he advanced towards me, closing the space until we stood inches apart. I took a deep breath, the air thick with unspoken tension. "Looks like it. And I'm someone who keeps their word. Seems you're going to get your reward after all."

His chuckle sent a thrill through me, his face a mixture of triumph and hunger. "Indeed I am, darling. And I can't wait to claim my reward."

He leaned close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How badly I've wanted you."

A rush of heat coursed through me as he pulled me closer, our bodies gravitating toward each other like magnets. "I can't help it," he murmured through our lingering closeness, his voice low and raspy. "You drive me crazy, darling. I can't think straight when you're near me." 

I closed my eyes, relishing the warmth and intensity radiating between us. "Then I guess I have to make sure you finally shut up," I quipped with a teasing smile before pressing my lips against his.

He chuckled softly at first, but then his laughter dissolved into a passionate response, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer. "You're making it very hard for me to maintain any semblance of control," he breathed against my lips.

Our kiss deepened, igniting a fire that danced between us. As he explored the contours of my body with his hands, I couldn't help but respond by tugging him closer with urgency. My heart raced at the tenderness mixed with primal desire that enveloped us.

"You taste so good," he murmured as if he couldn't approximate the depth of his hunger. "So sweet and addictive. I can't get enough of you, darling."

A breath escaped me, laden with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation as I nibbled on his lower lip, challenging him further.

A deep growl left his throat and I could feel the intensity in his gaze as his fingers tangled in my hair. "I could do this all day long."

"Just try it. But know I won't make it that easy for you." I grinned against his lips, drawing him with me as I walked backward, pressing my back against the wall of my home.

He followed my lead, amused yet captivated. "You're playing with fire, darling." His breath was shallow, muscles taut, resisting the urge to let every instinct take over. "You know what you do to me. And I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back."

"Unfortunately, you will have to," I teased lightly, caressing his hair lovingly as I slid my tongue between his lips once more.

As our kiss continued, my heart thudded louder. He groaned against my mouth, the sensation sending my pulse racing as I pulled him closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"You have no idea how torturous this is," he murmured between kisses, each word a pulse of raw need. "You're driving me insane, darling. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

"You'll see," I replied softly, breaking away just long enough to tease him with a wink before retreating into the safety of the house.

He stood there, panting, eyes dark with desire as I disappeared from sight. My teasing left him wanting more, leaving me with the exhilaration of our encounter lingering in the air.

"Dammit, darling," he muttered to himself, shaking his head, his heart racing. "You're going to be the death of me one day."

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This is all I’ve managed to draw in the past couple weeks 😭