#it's been a pleasure sailing with ya

[creepywitchy]

our flag means death has been cancelled

[sirenedusud]

*nsfw* to starboard (shanks x fem!reader)

you cross paths with an old flame that begs to rekindled.

AN: all i can say is GAW DAMN i am a depraved slut for this man. where my depraved girlies at. proceed with caution: just smut

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Your crew prepared to dock as the distance between the island and your ship shrank, windmills on the terrain growing larger and larger. You're standing on the main deck, hands on your hips as you inspect your crew bustling about. They're a loyal lot, you helped most of them escape worse situations, therefore they feel indebted to you. Yes, you were a pirate with a sun-bleached black ship and a hefty bounty on your head, but you led a life of ease.

You weren't too worried about looking over your shoulder, or becoming the biggest and baddest in the East Blue, as long as you could feel the wind brushing through your hair and the sun kissing your skin you were happy. That didn't mean you never indulged in the pleasures of this world though. You had a little more than a collection of fancy shotguns in your cabin, one would even call it an armory for the Marines; and you had a notorious romantic streak across the sea. You didn't mean to break a few hearts here and there, but you simply got bored after a while and needed to run off once again. Some flings came back though, begging for more.

"Raise ALL THE SAILS ya rat!" Your first mate yells at the new boy. You smile and begin to intervene, but come to an abrupt stop. A ship with red masts sails by to your right. You turn to face the passing ship, your hand finding the rigging to steady yourself as your eyes scan it's entire deck. Finally, you lock eyes with the captain who had already been looking at you. Red-Haired Shanks. He was elated to see you and you knew it, but you didn't betray any emotion on your own face. The two of you mirror each other, slowly pacing towards the back of the deck. Your ships were no longer facing side to side by the time you reached the quarter deck. Shanks' seemed anxious that this would be the end of it, that was until you turned to make sure no one was watching you on board.

You turn your back to your crew to look at him once again and prop your foot up on the cannon in front of you, hiking up your skirt to reveal a leg. You hold your skirt up to your mid thigh, only enough to reveal a frilly garter. Your little show was heaven sent. Shanks' eyes widen and he fervently yells something unintelligible, his crew answering back. You drop your leg down and walk back to the main deck, a smile threatening to tear your face. Your ship finally docks and you wait for someone to drop a ladder for you to get on the harbor. You glance back at Red Hair's ship, and sure enough it was reeling so hard to the right that it was threatening to tip over. Some people on the harbor watch in confusion as the ship's hull is almost fully exposed in the dramatic turn, then carry back on to their business once the ship was set back straight towards the docks.

"Whaddya think that's all about cap'n?" Your navigator asks you, her eyebrow cocked as she looks back and forth between you and Shanks' ship.

"I wouldn't know," you coyly reply, and begin your descent to the port. You jump off the ladder and smooth down your skirt. Suddenly you become worried about your appearance: was your skin as smooth as it used to be, did you smell like a sea dog, was your corset tight enough, was your hair in place? What were you doing? You weren't the eager one in these moments, but seeing Shanks excited you. Some of your crew work to tie down the ship, others walk to the nearest pub. You stand a moment longer by your ship, droplets of sweat beginning to form at your bandana. Then, his ship is anchored down once again a couple docks away from you, and you begin your leisurely walk down the port. As you make it down the boardwalk, you catch a glint of red in your peripherals. Butterflies swarm within your lower belly. Shanks on the other hand is half running to meet you in the middle, slowing down once he's mere feet behind you.

The town is bustling with people, yet they remain unaware of the electricity sparking between the two of you. You only give Shanks a small turn of your head and smile, and continue walking a little slower, not looking back at him. He follows behind you, his hand reaches for yours. Your fingers graze against each other in a dance of their own. You're unaware of the compass within your own body (your pussy) guiding Shanks to a small inn. You carry on in trance as you enter the parlor, receive a room key, and lead him upstairs. As the two of you stand in the poorly lit narrow hall, Shanks pulls you back down to earth the moment he grabs your hips and pushes his into your ass. You turn the key quicker at the feel of his hardening cock.

"It's been too long darling," He whispers onto the skin of your neck, "I've missed you so much." He keeps whispering sweet nothings until the door clicks opens and you're both inside. Shanks shoves you back into the door, not giving you a moment to react after. Your back is pressed onto the hard wood but you don't care. Shanks' lips find yours and you're both kissing in an urgency you didn't realize you were holding back. He nips your lower lip softly, asking permission, and you let him slip his tongue in to meet yours. You moan into the kiss, causing Shanks' to buck his hips into yours. His hand rakes down from your clavicle to your breast and further down to your waist. Hand? You break away from the kiss with a small push to his chest and yelp at his missing arm, hitting your head on the door behind you.

"Fucking hell Shanks, how'd this happen??" You rip his cape off to reveal the empty sleeve and look up at him, gaping. Shanks only sighs, whispering something under his breath and uses his only hand to reach for yours. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, you look down at it and back up, giving him a quizzical look. He leads you to the small bed and sits you down. He tells you what had happened only days ago on this same island. You find yourself snapping your hands up to wipe the unwanted tears pricking through your lashes. Shanks clicks his tongue.

"It's just an arm love, don't sully your pretty face over it," Shanks gently pries one of your hands from your face and kisses your tears away, whispering a "please" between the kisses. His mouth finds yours once again and you relax into him. Heat rises between your bodies and you're pulling his face into yours. He quickly releases you to remove his straw hat, tossing it to the side before he returns to your lips. Things grow sloppier, Shanks let's go of your lips to latch onto your neck, leaving a trail of purple blooms where his teeth nip and pull out faint cries from you as he sucks on the most sensitive spot. In your daze you hear Shanks unbuckling his belt and tossing it across the room. His hand becomes frantic as they begin to tug between your corset and his own shirt, so you stop him. Shanks eyes glint with confusion, but you only smile at him as you reach for his clothes. You gently pull his shirt out of his waistband and over his torso, he complies and crooks his neck forward to let you pull it off over his head. You then get up from the bed and kneel in front of him. His eyes say something different now, you cannot quite tell what though.

Something had possessed you in that moment. Here you were gently prying Shanks' boots off, pulling his trousers down and over his ankles. Once you finish undressing him he reaches for you again, but you push his hand away and stand before him. Slowly yet not so much, you unlace your corset and drop it to the floor, unclasp your leather belt with its pistols hanging on either side, and push your skirt down as well. Shanks' already hard cock twitches at every piece of cloth you remove. You finally remove the flimsy chemise and bloomers (a pirate didn't need ten other extra undergarments). You reach for the garter on your thigh but Shanks raises his hand.

"Keep that on" he says, his voice slightly hoarse with pent up desire. He reaches for it and pulls you in between his legs, your hands find their place on his shoulders. His hot breath hits your stomach, causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He looks up at you with blown out pupils. You both remain still for a moment. The spell breaks and he pulls you down into his lap in the middle of the bed. You whimper at the sudden sensation of his cock against your clit, and you grind onto him to feel it again. His eyes threaten to roll back and he grabs your face down to kiss him once more, his hand then traveling down to your breast where he pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Fuck Shanks-" you begin but get cut off by his mouth latching onto your other nipple. His tongue swirls and sucks onto you and you let out a small whimper. Your hips push down towards his cock again but he doesn't let you sink down all the way, so you use a hand to stroke his glistening pink tip. His mouth becomes merciless as well as you tease him, and he finally releases both of your breasts to stop your hand and hold your hips still.

"Shanks please- fuck- please I want you so bad- I need you.." you spill out as you fail to make contact with his skin again. He only smiles and softens his grip.

"So have me,” he says. You blank for a moment, then use one hand to line his cock with your aching core, and slowly go down on him. He's too big. You let out something between a moan and gasp as you slowly push him back out and in again. Shanks is struggling to hold himself together too, letting out shaky moans of your name. After a few slow attempts, you seat yourself fully onto his cock. The stretch makes your head buzz and you rock back and forth, stirring obscenities out of the both of you.

"Fuck-ck you're so tight...hhh you're so..fuck..wet- listen to how fucking wet you are for me" Shanks half mutters half groans as you ride him with a quicker pace. You have one hand on his shoulder and another on his thigh to stop yourself from toppling over. His own hand is holding you by the hip, attempting to guide you to bounce harder onto him. He grows impatient and suddenly between your own strokes, Shanks fucks up into you, causing you to moan out a string of curses. His eyes turn obsidian at the sight of you over his body. He grabs your waist and pulls you against his body as he lies down, his cock still inside you. Your cheek is pressed into his chest and before you protest, Shanks snaps his hips upwards into you causing you to muffle a yelp with your fist. He continues to fuck you for what felt like eternity, driving his cock so far into you at this angle you begin to see stars. His one arm keeps you mercilessly pinned to his body as his tip presses against your g-spot repeatedly, sending waves of electricity throughout your nerves.

"Shanks I'm gon- I'm gonna cum- FUCK" you hardly finish speaking before that delicious feeling shoots through from your core, to your stomach, and into your brain. Your thighs quiver aggressively around him and Shanks let's out a soft groan as his own orgasm erupts out of him. You feel your cunt turning warm, filling with his cum as his strokes lose their rhythm. His arm loosens around you, finding your hair and brushing it. You try to slide off of him, but he keeps you there.

"I'm not letting you get away from me this time," Shanks murmurs into your hair, pressing kisses where he spoke. He knew you didn't like sticking around. He knew you were afraid of getting attached only to possibly get hurt. He knew the last time you had seen him you were dangerously close to leaving everything for him, causing you to live this avoidant lifestyle. You push yourself from his chest and roll off of him, failing to give him your strict glare once you turn back at him. His eyes beg for you to stay, pleading with love he's been desperate to show you. His hand reaches for yours, grasping it with a firmness that feared you'd fly away again.

"I know you feel the same, I know you use others to forget about me.”

"God Shanks you lost your fucking arm in the blink of an eye. What if it's your lift next-?”

"So why won't you take that risk?" He implores, desperation now filled his voice as he sat upright, "because I sure as bloody hell would do it for you. I love you!"

You stare at him in awe, your eyebrows overwork themselves as your mind tosses around in anxiety. Was now the time to be fickle? His soft brown eyes glisten in a way you had never witnessed before, causing your heart to succumb to affections you stifled for so long.

"I love you too..." you answer quietly. You betray your own code. Fuck it if it meant ceasing the pain in Shanks eyes at that moment, and from that moment onward. The two of you sit there in tranquility. You and Shanks exchange shy smiles, your gazes bear their deepest desires into one another as the setting sun sets the two of you in a halo of dappled gold through the stained window.

[shiningqueen]

Waltz

An attempt has been made to write Law. That is all. Rating: SFW / e for everyone. Notes: Fluff, pining. Not beta-read, we die like men here. Characters: Law x gn!reader.

The music is as vibrant and lively as the crew's energy, bodies flowing and dancing in a rare moment of reprieve from sailing. Most of them are drunk and that makes their attempts to dance to any sort of rhythm hilariously bad.

You arent dancing though. You're content to watch the ensuing free entertainment provided generously by the Heart Pirates. At one point, you see Penguin try to perform a headstand and promptly fall flat on his face, to the resulting guffaws of his fellows.

"You aren't going to join them, [Name]-ya?" Law's smooth tones pull your attention away, tilting your head obligingly towards the captain.

You shrug, "Probably not, I dont recognize whatever dance they are trying to do." A bemused smile tugging at your lips as you gesture to the unsteady swaying and wiggling of the crew. "What about you? Wasn't Ikaku trying to get you to dance?"

Law huffs and shrugs a shoulder, "I dont dance." He dismisses blandly and feeling bold, leans slightly into your shoulder. You definitely do not mind the casual proximity and hum in nonverbal acceptance to his excuse.

You weren't officially part of the crew, even though Law had offered you a position, but now he was sort of grateful you hadn't accepted. You were a useful ally to have on standby, not only for your skills in battle but your intel gathering had proven exceptional. Having someone with your freedom to prowl the seas and get in and out of Navy bases without stirring trouble was invaluable.

It also meant that he didnt have to worry about letting his growing attachment to you get any more serious than a passing fancy. Sometimes though, he wondered.

The music shifted into lighter, flowier melodies and that makes the gathered pirates try to hook arms together and sway messily. You laugh as Ikaku tries to coax Shachi into slow dancing with her.

"So," you say casually, "you don't dance or you can't dance?" Peering over at Law and - had he been staring at you? - there's a twitch in his brow as he swiftly glances away. Oh, was he bashful? That was really cute to see.

"Why is it of any concern to you?" He retorts dryly but lacks any kind of irritation otherwise, shoving hands into the pockets of his jeans and jostling against your shoulder from the movement.

More laughter bubbles up and you slide your arm through his, shifting your weight to tug him along with you a few steps. He stumbles with a curse at your antics, "Come on, I can show you a few steps. I took profressional lessons back home." You coax him and are delighted he doesnt really resist, especially since you're leading him a few yards out of sight from the crew. As if you knew he didnt want anyone else to see such a thing.

"[Name]," there's an attempt to complain but Law cant find it in himself to get upset, he feels a bit too warm under the collar when you reach to take his other hand in yours. "When am I going to ever need to know this?" He sighs but does not resist whatsoever when you place his hand on your waist. Was his heart starting to race? A slight quicken in his chest but he doesnt try to pull away.

You smile winsomely at him, "Dancing can help one with swordplay, dont you know?"

"I fail to see the similarities," he deadpans to try and hide the flustered squirm in his stomach.

You weren't going to tease him for getting all red faced and twitchy; there was a lot you had noticed about Law over the past few months of being acquainted with him. The tentative way he tried to get close to you, the slight touches, how he never turned you away from late visits in his office. Finding ways to disturb his calm, collected rhythm had become something of a guilty pleasure of yours.

"Just follow my lead," you reply softly, hand on his shoulder and your other clasped with his. Slowly you tug him into the first step, "I'll count, it's just a pattern. One, two, three." You go through the motions of a waltz, repeating the count under your breath to keep him on track.

Law finds the rhythm quickly enough after a dozen missteps and muttered apologies when he accidentally steps on your foot. He wont admit it outloud but it was nice to hold you a little closer than he normally allowed, circling and circling with his eyes trained on your face. His frazzled nerves werent so easily assauged though, he didnt really know what to say in the moment and just listened to how you whispered 'one, two, three' like it was a melody all of its own.

When you unwind your hands and stretch out to do a twirl, then slowly step back towards him, Law curls his arm around you and pulls you flush to his chest. Your waltz comes to a halt, with him frozen and you watching with a tender smile on your lips. If he leaned in just a bit more, he could kiss you, if he felt daring enough.

"You learn fast," you murmur and tilt your head forward just enough to touch noses with him. "What do you think of more lessons, Law?" Oh it was a lot of fun to see him blushing just from proximity and the hushed quality of your voice.

Law collects enough of his composure to release you and step away, clearing his throat and ignoring the burning of his cheeks. "Aren't you leaving tomorrow to scout ahead?" He deflects, hands back in his pockets to try and forget the warmth of holding you. (He wont forget.)

"Whenever I loop back with the gang, I can still teach you. No pressure," you answer easily with a shrug, mentally stamping down the fluttering in your own stomach. "I should probably head off to bed, gotta leave early and all that." The moment had passed and you knew better than to stick around and make things awkward.

Too many words stick themselves in Law's throat as you turn to walk away; how often you leave him speechless could be made into a damn bingo card. And you'd win that bingo over and over too.

"[Name]-ya," he manages to unstick his tongue, "I'll uh, think about it. Have a goodnight."

You glance back and salute him playfully, "Aye sir, goodnight."

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag part 11

Warnings: kidnapped human, recovery whump/caretaking

Then she grabbed something from a pocket, shoving it roughly into his hand. It was a folded piece of paper.

Alex raised a quizzical eyebrow but unfolded it to find a list of bullet-pointed instructions.

"I wrote that ahead of time before I came," Anisa explained. "It details everything you need to do for your human."

Alex brisked over the writing. At the top was instructions on how many meals a human needed in a day, along with a list of appropriate foods for each. And what kind of clothes needed to be supplied, as well as bedding. And below that...

Alex's eyes landed on a separate list that filled up most of the page that was labeled 'bonus care sheet'. The first thing his eyes landed on was: 'make sure human is happy -- give hugs or other form of affection to boost mood.'

"You're kidding, right?" He scoffed, nose wrinkling. "This list is huge. How am I supposed to do all this?!"

"It's literally only one page," Anisa growled, "and you'll thank yourself for putting in the effort later. The blood tastes heavenly when the human is happy or experiencing pleasure. Far better than when the prey is afraid."

"Are you saying this from experience?"

"Mmhmm. My human lover and I like to... play games together when I feed." Anisa smiled warmly. "You don't know what you're missing out on until you've tried it for the first time. And yes, you will have to put in a good deal of work to get the reward, especially since your human is terrified of you right now -- but it is so worth it in the end to earn their trust and make them happy. Trust me." She licked imaginary blood off her lips, gaze distant and satisfied before she snapped back to the present.

"Alex, you have never tasted good blood until you have a human who will do anything for you -- willingly. It's an experience like no other."

"Not even the blood wine from the night clubs?" Alex raised an eyebrow skeptically, shocked when Anisa instantly nodded with zero hesitation. "Blood wine is bland water compared to fresh blood from a happy human."

Alex let out a sharp breath of air, running a hand through his hair. "So you're seriously expecting me to coddle the human and shower him with goods like a spoiled brat? I’m a predator, and he’s prey!”

“You’ll do it if you want something nice in your immortal line,” Anisa said firmly. “The longer you live, the more boring life gets. But if you do this you’ll be surprised how much your crabby mood will improve.”

“All right, I suppose I'll give it a try. How long until I see these 'results' you speak so highly of?”

Anisa smiled knowingly. "It might take awhile to make your human feel comfortable around you since you've already traumatized the poor creature, so it will likely be several weeks at minimum. It varies for each human."

"Great," Alex grumbled under his breath. It wasn’t what he had hoped for when he let Anisa come over to examine the hunter.

Anisa gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Alex, being sweet and soft isn’t so hard. In fact, I think I’ll check in every once in a while as… incentive for you to use my methods. Make your human like you.”

“That ship has already sailed, been robbed, and sunken by pirates,” Alex growled.

Anisa snorted in amusement before stepping out the front door. “Then haul the wreckage out of the ocean and build a new boat!” She called teasingly over her shoulder.

How on earth will Alex offer comfort to his human instead of hurt, when violence is his first instinct? Will he flunk it? 😂

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[royaltysuite]

The Tales Of Lady Baccara and The Straw Hat Pirates

Chapter One: The First Encounter

Summary: After the events of the liberation of Drumm Kingdom, Y/n reveals herself to the Straw Hats as Chopper’s older sister. However, the reunion is short-lived as she is now interrogated by Luffy and his Straw Hat crew.

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“So, did ya miss me, Chopper?” Y/n asked, holding back the urge to wrap her arms around her little sibling. “Y/n, is that really you?!” Chopper shouted in disbelief. The sight of it was a bit hilarious to the surrounding people in the room. “Of course it’s me. I’ve just been hidden in your shadow the entire time and made sure that you were safe and happy. Even when you were living with the crazy lunatic, Dr.Kureha.” “Wow, that’s amazing…” chimed in Nami’s voice from the background. “Oh, I’m so rude. Sorry for intruding upon your ship. My name is Y/n Baccara, a wolf-woman from the depths of the woods in Drumm Kingdom. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. If it hasn’t already been clear from what Chopper said, I am his sister.” Y/n explained.

“But, you’re not a deer though? So how could you possibly be siblings?” The swordsman spoke as he made his way around Y/n. “It’s quite simple, you see. He’s my found family. I was once alone and abandoned by my people. They believed that embracing their wolf self was the way nature intended for us, but I was against it. I didn’t want to be seen as a monster to the humans I saved, but they didn’t care. So, they left me to die in an abandoned quarry after a hunt. It was almost a full week until Chopper found me and took me to Dr.Kureha’s. Since then, we formed a bond as siblings even if we weren’t together physically.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet! Chopper, why didn’t you tell us this? Also, stop staring at her like she’s a freak, idiot mosshead!” Nami pointed out. “It never came to mind. All I know is that I’m glad you were always by my side, big sis…” “I’ll always be there, Chopper, no matter what…”

The moment was enough to dispel any form of suspicion from the crew, They then went on to explain to Y/n the plans to bring Vivi back to Alabasta Kingdom in order to stop the war that’s bound to happen between the Royal Army and the Rebel Army. “That is devastating to hear, Vivi. If you would like, I could help by contacting this Pell you speak of. He has the ability to shift into an eagle, right?” “Yes, that’s right. But, could you reach him from such a long distance?” “Not exactly, I’d have to be within a wide enough vicinity around him without drawing suspicion from other citizens. After all, he could take me as a part of the rebel army.”

“That is true, but other than that?” Usopp inquired, very wary of the plan. “I could possess him and plant any message you’d like me to leave.” Y/n answered calmly, as if it was a normal situation. “POSSESS?!!” Everyone shouted. “That’s so cool! Can you possess me, too?!” Luffy bellowed loudly with excitement before being smacked upside the head by Sanji. “It doesn’t work that way. I can only possess animals, not humans, ya silly goose.” Y/n chuckled, booping Luffy on the nose with a small smile. The action made his face tinge a light red before he went back to laughing. “Anyways, guys, the plan when we reach Alabasta - find and stop the REAL culprit behind this civil war before Alabasta crumbles to nothing. Alright?!” Nami yelled, the sound of the rest of the crew’s cheers echoed loudly into the night as the Going Merry sailed through the night.

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The next few days on the sea were full of excitement. I never thought that being around other people would start to heal, especially after reuniting with Chopper. All the time that I spent with Chopper in his mind, I could feel the never-ending anxiety that he had. All the fear of being rejected by outsiders that didn’t understand him. It all hit me like a harsh wave and I wanted nothing more than to just leap out of his mind and comfort him. But, I knew that it was going to be an important step in him becoming more confident in himself.

“Sis, is everything okay? I was calling for you, but you seemed distracted.” “Oh, Tony, I didn’t see ya there. What’s going on?” I replied, shaking myself out of my daze. “I was trying to let you know that we’re approaching Alabasta now and we’re going to a city called Nanohana to restock on supplies. Did you want to come along?” “Sure, sounds interesting. Hmm, maybe they’ll have some smoked fruits…” I mumbled as we made our way off the ship towards the rest of the crew. 

As we made plans to grab only essential supplies while in Nanohana, things quickly took a turn as Luffy had run off. “Luffy, wait!” I hollered, quickly making chase behind him. Soon enough, I caught up to him and saw him sitting at a bar next to an open space in the wall. “Luffy, why didn’t you wait for us?” I sighed, trying to catch my breath before sitting next to him. “I’m hungry. Hey, old man, gimme food. Gimme, gimme, gimme food.” He chanted, clearly food being the only thing on his mind. “Sorry if he disturbed anything, if we could get one of everything on your menu along with some smoked fruit on the side please.” I told the barman, who was still in shock at the scene in front of him. 

It was quite hilarious to see just how simple-minded Luffy was sometimes. “Adorable…” I whispered to myself as I rested my arm on top of the bar counter. Once the food hit the counter in front of Luffy, he immediately began inhaling almost everything in sight. The sight was something out of the ordinary to the bystanders in the bar. As Luffy kept eating, the sound of moving rubble had my ears perking up in alert. I slid off of my seat and took a couple of steps to the side to stand in front of the giant hole in the wall.

The pile of rubble began to move and out popped a large man in a puffer coat. He then stood to his feet and shook off the dust before turning around. Both him and I made eye contact with one another then he began stomping in my directions. “Just who is this guy?” I muttered, tilting my head in confusion. As he got closer and closer to where Luffy was sitting, I stepped to the side. It seemed like he had some unfinished business with Luffy who continued devouring food. Puffer coat guy halted in his steps and he addressed Luffy, who blatantly ignored him until the guy shouted loudly in his face. Luffy took a pause in his meal as the dots began to connect in his head and he recognized the guy. 

“Oh crap, it’s Smoker…” Luffy gulped, a nervous sweat drop beading up on his forehead. Luffy then grabbed up the rest of the food and shoved in his mouth. He then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me out into the street. The action startled me and I stumbled a bit before catching my footing. “Uhh, Luffy, why are we running away?” I shouted, trying to figure out what was going on. “Is he an enemy or something?” “I guess you could uh… say that.” The answer made me deadpan a little, but it didn’t matter. Right now, we need to get out of here quickly before the Marines catch wind of us being here.

[xbalayage]

could I request “i hate them. i hate them, with their voice, and their perfect hair, and their deep eyes, and …” from the prompt list with silvio?

Silvio/Reader [His POV] Fluff WC: 968 A/N: This is a sequel to another fic I wrote called Bastard. I suggest reading that one first before this one. :)

I had returned home to Benitoite; I did what I needed to do for the old fart and didn't have anythin' much to report on. Truth be told, I saw and heard a couple things: like that woman definitely being Belle and the previous King was dead or I had finally found Valerio after all these years - but I hate the man enough to not tell him any of it. He can get his own hands dirty and figure that shit out. I'm not his damn dog. And of course he wasn't happy about it.

But it's been a month now, and I don't even get why I've been countin' down the days since I last saw you. I didn't even understand why that bothered me so much. I tried biding my time with my usual pleasures; but just like before, it never quenched the internal longing I kept feelin'. I'd drink alcohol like it was water, I'd chug water till the very last drop, spent time with any ol' woman or lady who'd bend over backwards for my time and attention. I'd rain them with my vast amount of wealth and they'd wag their tails happily, wantin' nothing more than to warm my bed at night.

It was never enough, I felt sick to my stomach and repulsed. I could never take enough showers to wipe their filthy marks from my body, never lettin' them stay past the night either. And fucking try as I might, my mind was still on you.

Ugh, I hate her. I hate her, with her voice, and her perfect hair, and her deep eyes, and ... shit, just get out of my head! You weren't even here and you were annoying the crap out of me! But -- is that what it was? I took a good long look in the mirror, I had a talk with my inner self and I realized something. This was fucking stupid.

I packed my shit and hopped onto one of my ships and set sail back to Rhodolite. I knew where you'd be, I'd bet my entire fortune on it. It took a while but the second my eyes set sight on the land known for their roses, my heart started to pick up in pace. Why's my stupid heart racin' the closer I get to seeing you? What I'm feelin' couldn't possibly ... no, it can't be. While in town, I decided to spend some money into the Rhodolite economy and buy roses. I wanted to buy more but my heart stopped the second I saw you from the corner of my eye. Finally, there you were.

And it's almost like you noticed me too, because those deep eyes met mine; ah shit, why's my face burning up and my hands gettin' all clammy now!? I couldn't find it in me to move, but you made that decision for me as your bright smile raced over until you were right in front of me. You... were right in front of me.

"Hello, Prince Silvio! What're you doing here in Rhodolite?" your voice was as sweet as I kept imagining it for a month straight. But before I could respond, you noticed the bouquet of roses in my hands. "What are the roses for?" Ah, I couldn't say they were for you. How would that make me look?

"It's not like I thought about ya or anythin', don't be gettin' the wrong idea. I just happened to have these with me when I ran into you. And I don't need them anymore. Here." I was quick to push them into your arms so you couldn't say no. They weren't gems or anything, this was the best I could get last minute and they were freshly picked. I couldn't comprehend how your eyes began to shine at the sight of them; I offered an easy smile. I missed you smiling at me like that. "Take care of 'em, will ya?"

"They're so beautiful! But why are you giving these to me?" Damn it, don't make me say it while lookin' at me all doe-eyed! Just when I thought I had the heat on my cheeks under control too. You're just too adorable, huh?

"Like I said, I just had 'em and it was just luck that you showed up. So I thought they'd do better with you than with me. Plus they suit ya, I'm not much of a roses guy. And--" I gave pause, just staring at you for a second, trying to find the words I wanted to say next. I closed my eyes to gather the courage. "I'm sorry, a'right? About.. before. I didn't mean it, and I wasn't tryna make you upset."

You looked at me dumbfounded like that was the last thing you expected to leave my mouth. I can't say I blame ya, I was outta line. I just want ya to forgive me, I don't think I could take another month not being around you. And as if you were reading my mind, you responded with that sickly sweet smile. "I didn't think you remembered or that it even mattered. I didn't expect that of you," you paused to smell the roses before continuing, "I accept your apology, Prince Silvio."

I smiled, genuinely smiled. You've got me wrapped around your little finger, don't you? "So, what do you say 'bout me takin' you out? I'm not in town for long, how about it?"

This heart racing feeling must've meant something because it never stopped the moment I was with you. It persisted the entire time too. My heart felt lighter however, my throat didn't feel as painful anymore too. Heh, is this what love felt like? I wouldn't question it for now - just being able to see ya again was enough.

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[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hey love! Hope you're having a great day! This is for the Oc couples ask game!

For Sarah Mason/Alex Mason (you know I love the masons hahaha) and Jodie/Woods (my favourite couple of yours!)

23, 40, 49

Hope you have a great day love! No pressure! 🧡🧡✨

Hello my dear!! It'll be a pleasure to answer these for ya!

Also yes, agreed, I have such a soft spot for the Masons and I got very happy that Frank and Jodie are your favourite couple of mine- put a smile on my face <3

Here we gooo!

Alex and Sarah Mason

23. who said 'I love you' first?

You know, I reckon it would have been Alex. Sarah would have held off, not wanting to rush headlong into her emotions because she's done that before and got burned and she really was smitten with him.

Part of her was like 'if I come on too strong, say I love you too quickly, it might scare him off and I don't want to do that because he's literally asdfghhjkl oh my god I am so in love him aaaaaaa'

But the shock on her face when he says it first, so naturally, like it was meant to be said to her, by him, like the stars aligned- DAMMIT. Yeah. He said it first and he meant it.

40. what is a song that reminds you of the OC's relationship?

cw: mention of death

(Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

Unfortunately, this couple's ends aren't great and death is deeply ingrained in their narrative - but this song is about embracing death because there is love waiting for you, just trust the process and you'll end up with those you belong with (or at least... that's what I get from it).

Like, it's a bittersweet song that reminds me of them - it's hard to explain the exact reasons why, other than just the vibe.

There's also another-

Where's My Love - Alternate Version by SYML

Again, it's sad... but their story is sad (despite the good bits yk?)

This song kinda reminds me of Alex and his feeling towards Sarah, especially when he loses her. Then... obviously with how Alex's story ends these lyrics hit me particularly 'if you bleed, I bleed the same, if you're scared, I'm on my way'.

I apologise in advance for the sadness.

I REALLY WISH I HAD HAPPY SONGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THIS COUPLE but apparently I'm a sad lil Goose. honks sadly.

49. Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?

Ha ok, right- any. WAIT. No, I mean- OK BEAR WITH ME, I'm writing exactly how my thought process is working.

Any gesture will have Sarah melting - she enjoys PDA and she enjoys whenever Alex is touchy-feely with her. Hugs from behind, holding her hand, hand on her waist/lower back as he's moving behind her. If his hands are on her, she will melt.

For Alex? Whenever she cups his face in her hands. That has that man like putty in her hands and he is weak. It's also very grounding for him and it's associated with a lot of comfort for him.

Frank and Jodie

23. who said 'I love you' first?

Frank. I have a feeling that it's going to be blurted out in their first argument (this has been vaguely planned). I'm still figuring out the nuances of that argument and where exactly it takes place in their narrative, but yeah, it's that trope of 'why would you do that?' 'Because I lo-.... because.. I love you.. dammit.'

Cut to Jodie trying her best not to cry. Silently nods thinking to herself, 'how fucking dare you take the wind out of my sails with that sentence now I can't be mad at you and all I want to do is kiss you- UGH stupid handsome man-'

Yeah, I love these two. Why does writing take so long *sobs*

40. what is a song that reminds you of the OC's relationship?

Oh boy. Well, let's just say that I have a playlist for their 'canon' universe and then one for the pirate au and then one for the terminator au-

What I'm saying is there are a lot of songs and I found it difficult to find just one and also I have like... three versions of their ship floating around inside my head rent free lmao. But, these are two songs I tend to associate across the board with them.

Can I by Tedy

Simple, really, the lyrics are about someone asking if they can be vulnerable, if they can love and trust the other person. Literally the epitome of Jodie in the relationship.

But also,

I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS

It's a feel good song, has cheeky vibes and I love it - I can't tell you when I started associating this song with them but... yeah, it's a good one and I can only think of them.

49. Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?

When Jodie calls Frank 'darling'. She doesn't say it often, but damn, when she does he's gooey inside. And it's never just 'darling' it will always be 'Frank, darling'.

When Frank hugs her. She just melts. Like, not only because it's affection, but Frank's hugs can cure disease, Jodie is certain of it.

OH- a little spicy, maybe? But whenever Frank hugs Jodie from behind, slinking his arms around her waist and pulls her to him, he'll plant a kiss on her neck. He'll do it on purpose 'cause he knows how that simple gesture both causes her to fuckin' turn into a puddle. In more ways than one. Yeah... if he wanted bedroom eyes, then that's one way to achieve them.

If they were to have a tiff, that's a tactic he'll use to say sorry, too. All animosity would leave her body the second he does it lmao. Girl down bad and I don't blame her damn.

[eorziapple]

The Cider Press ;)

Did a little bit of smut fiction on Ao3, posting it here because some folks aren't there.

Also posting below so folks dont have to go off site to read :)

She didn’t register the rocking of the ship, normally this deep down it was enough to require her to focus her breathing and stance to avoid the lurching of her stomach. The only thing she could truly focus on at the moment was her own heartbeat, the feeling of strong arms holding up her thighs as she was lifted up, and hot breath that tasted of aged, smooth, smokey spirits. Her lips opened to invite that taste in, and her eyes closed as she welcomed the passionate kiss wholeheartedly.

It had been quite some time since she experienced a kiss, and quite frankly she did not recall the experience being so… bombastic, intense, it didn’t feel this… she didn’t feel this need before. She gripped the back of Klynt’s neck, pushing back against her, sighing into her lips as she felt one of the hands holding her up wandering down her thigh to find the hem of her dress, pulling it up. She could feel Klynt’s grin as the hand ran up her inner thighs. She was surprised with how welcome she felt for the sensation. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

“It’s exciting, isn’t it?” Apple mused as she meted out her portion of dinner, a broad smile on her face as she looked upon the woman who had become more of a common fixture in her life in the last few months. “Sailing? Bit of the same as it ever was, if I’m bein’ honest.” She replied with a shrug. “Food sure is better than yer average sailin’ slop, I’ll admit.” Klynt flashed a grin back, Apple had to admit Sebastian had a wonderful talent for cooking for a large group like this, she wasn’t sure she could pull off meals for this many mouths as consistently as he could. “No, just well… Tural! I’ve been hearing stories of it from the merchants and mercenaries for so long, and now we’re heading there!” she chuckled, “I guess I’m just used to being back at the lab, with everything being brought back, never been on the field crew for this kind of thing.” Klynt shrugged again, “Probably need to get used to it, you’re not so terrible in a brawl these days. You may be surprised but the way folks talk it seems you’ve changed a good deal since the shadowy bastard started piggybacking on ya. All too keen on new experiences and all that.” Klynt flashed her a smile as the Hyur finished filling her plate. “I’ve plenty more experiences to show you, should you ever want to learn to climbing the mountain.” That playful wink again. Apple smirked back, “not sure if I’m that fit yet, but our sparring sure helps with that!” The Roegadyn responded with a chuckle, shaking her head and giving Apple that ‘poor little thing’ expression like her mother used to. It was a bit of a confusing reaction, Apple was sure she missed some sort of cue, or maybe it was some sort of in-joke she wasn’t privy to?

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Her body felt extremely hot, perhaps it was, in this time of summer with all the humid air, but it was different. Sensations felt more intense, the feeling of her back pressed against the wooden beam feeling its coarseness and the sharp pain of the occasional splinter as she squirmed. She felt most intensely the air against her skin, the feeling of a tongue meeting with her breast. She felt the weight of her skirt as it fell down her legs, and above all, the confident, experienced fingers -finally- delving into her. She couldn’t help but gasp, her back arching up as she felt the pleasured relief after all that build up. “There we go…” Klynt’s words were smug, she was clearly having fun with this, and it was like honey in the young Hyur’s ears. In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness. Apple gripped Klynt’s hair, pulling her face away from her chest, pulling her closer for a fiery kiss. Or at least as fiery as the inexperienced girl could emulate. Her boldness was rewarded, as those talented fingers pressed in deeper and curled -just so- causing Apple to moan loudly into Klynt’s mouth. Apple’s aetheric tattoos began to glow a light blue, the physical reaction affecting her internal aether, clearly. Klynt pulled back to take it in, “Swive, tha’s fun..” she said with a chuckle, before lifting Apple up, pulling her legs over her broad shoulders, Apple couldn’t help but admire that strong back, those scars, the tattoos, many of which she recognized as tributes to the navigator or other tributes to sailing superstitions. She didn’t get to admire for very long though, as Klynt’s head promptly dipped between her legs. Despite her limited experience, -this- trick was entirely new for her. She liked it. She liked it quite a lot, it seemed. ___________________________________________________________________________ “You know Klynt pretty well, right Seb?” Apple queried Sebastian, the always weary looking Hyur, who had the misfortune of sitting across from Apple on this particular evening. He raised an eyebrow at her, “I feel like I’m getting roped into someth-“ Apple cut him off before her could finish, likely because he was speaking the truth. “She keeps talking about ‘climbing the mountain’ and winking and smirking at me, I’m not sure why she’s so insistent about that? I’ve never been very outdoorsy, you see, and my upper arm strength is a long way from-“ Seb cut her off now, with a deep sigh and the pinch of his brow. “She is the mountain, and wants you to climb her.” Apple looked completely befuddled at that, “Why would I cli-“. “Sexually.” He explained.

A long pause this time. “Oh… -Ohhhh-“ Apple’s eyes went wide, Seb seemed grateful at least that he could drop it at that and enjoy his meal, though he couldn’t have avoided noticing Apple getting about as flushed red as her namesake. He smirked a bit as he saw the calculations being made in her mind.

Apple hadn’t considered herself terribly interested in sex, she’d had a few experiences, sure, but they were awkward and she didn’t feel like she’d gotten much outside a mostly painful experience that left her feeling a little too vulnerable in the end. But then again, she had fantasized about Zoissette, caught herself daydreaming about her, and had gotten so frustratingly sullen and depressed when she and Y’shtola had confessed their love for each other right before Apple had committed to such a confession as well. Klynt had been her sparring instructor for months, and now that Seb has put the idea in her head. She had caught herself admiring the well-built woman who had been teaching her. Those muscles, the hair, that damned smirk Klynt flashed all too often. The confidence. She had to admit as well, Klynt had a reputation amongst her peers, one that Apple found herself very curious about. Did.. did she want that? Apple blanked for awhile on that question. Minutes passed before she came to her answer, slowly standing, leaving her food half uneaten as she walked over to Klynt, who looked up at her quizzically. “Y-yes.” Apple said, a shaky start to be sure, but she was awfully nervous.” Klynt looked puzzled, “Yes what?” she responded, her confusion clear in her voice. “I would like to climb the mountain.” Apple was so very matter-of-fact about it that it took Klynt a moment to absorb what she was saying, and Apple was already halfway out of the mess hall by the time she got to her feet to chase after her. It’d be rude to say no to an invitation she laid out, after all. ____________________________________________________________________________ Apple was now -very- aware of the rocking of the boat now, every sway and bob could be felt, and her stomach was churning to be sure, though perhaps not for that reason. She reached up with shaky hands, looking up at…. All of Klynt. Her well-toned abdomen, shapely legs, all those scars, and the lovely tattoos that marked her body. It was not unlike enjoying the galleries back in Sharlayan, so much about the site she beheld was so genuinely artistic. Of course, as she looked up, there was that cocky grin. “Jus’ treat it like our trainin’. If ya make a wrong move I’ll correct ya, though you’re a fast learner, mayhaps I won’t have to.” With that encouragement, her eyes moved to the task at hand, an artistic, welcoming site of its own. She took a deep breath, gripping the back of Klynt’s thighs with both of her hands, couldn’t help but feeling so small in this moment, and her head settled right in between her legs. As she moved from tentative kisses, to exploratory tastes, she eventually dove in, emulating her unexpectedly new lover’s technique, eliciting a deep sigh. “Swiiive me.” Klynt exhaled from her lips. Deep, meaningful poetry in Apple’s ears.

Okay, she liked this.

She liked this a lot.

[fxckin-blackbeard]

@heartthrobxhook

"You think you can look at me with those big brown eyes and get whatever the fuck you want from me?... Well you can and you're abusing your power over me!"

|| @heartthrobxhook ||

ᒥ⚓ᒧ—        He kicks his legs and cackles in the cot. It had been a few weeks since he decided to sail with Killian and abandon the Queen Anne, and he was far happier. He'd dare even say the happiest he's ever been. The professed love was just the start, he didn't know things would keep going up from there, he didn't know they could. And yet, they just did. It was incredible for Edward. He was drinking less and only smoking the opium for pain rather than pleasure.

"Then get the fuck back in this bed, Killy," He opens his arms inviting the other to lay back down a little longer. He even flashed those big, brown doe eyes again. He was certainly abusing their power, especially now that the other had pointed it out.

"C'mon, love, just another half hour and then ya can get ta what you need ta do, please?" Edward used to be an early riser, not anymore. Without the pressure of captaining a ship, he became quiet content staying in bed as long as possible in the mornings. Unfortunately for Killian who was still in charge, that included cuddling him. Ed did have responsibilities, he took on the role of Sailing Master, but he was only ever needed for course charting. Not much of that with no destination in mind at the current moment.

[cosmicxblossoms]

muscular arm curls around the shoulders of the blue-haired man, a casual smile dancing around his own lips as the gaze is fixed on the building in front of them. " don't worry so much! ya said it yourself, this is a small island, nobody's gonna care who we are. just two strangers comin' for a drink or two. relax, it will be fun! " they have been sailing together for what feels almost like an eternity now and the fire fist is keen on trying to offer the pleasures of piracy to deuce. although one likely could discuss whether drinking is truly limited to the adventures of pirates rather than an every day escape most rely on.

Deuce knows what he said about this small island, he remembers it clearly as the muscular arm of his captain wraps around his shoulders in an effort to make him feel more at ease. That doesn't mean they shouldn't at least be a little cautious, the life of a pirate could be just as dangerous as it could be filled with adventure.

Sailing around with Ace certainly never left a dull moment for the two of them, a choice that he never regretted for an instant even if the freckled man beside him could be a handful at times. A sigh left the blue-haired man as a small grin came to his face, leaning down slightly to put his own muscular arm around Ace's shoulders. "Alright I'll try to relax Ace but lets at least try not to cause any problems while were here ok?"

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Barbossa x reader🍏🍓

A drunken night🍺

Synopsis: Y/n spends a night inside the pearl at a party when she investigates the navigations.

Warning: none

It was the stroke of nine at night; the black pearl was settled with lights illuminating the cabin. Laughter filled the cabin from the two wenches beside Jack Sparrow: one with blonde and the other with red hair. The two women drank and laughed as Jack whispered sweet nothings to them. Seating in front of them was a woman wearing a golden white gown with full skirtings and hair done in a la pouffe. Jack had planned a little shindig to celebrate his latest find on a coffer full of gold and jewels. The young woman sat awkwardly while the two wenches caressed Jack’s face. Jack smiled, introducing the two wenches he got from Tortuga. “This ere’s Scarlett, and this ere’s Giselle”.

The two women were undoubtedly different from what she saw at the ports of London; most would be appalled to be touched on the chest or neck. “It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance’s ladies; I’m certain Sparrow’s lucky to have friends like you” Y/n smiled politely. Giselle glanced at the young woman commenting, “You’s looks a bit young to be in this place”. Y/n took a slight offence to that comment. Was she really that young? “I can assure you I’m of age, “ she said quietly. Scarlett and Giselle grabbed another bottle of rum; the two ladies giggled and leaned into Jack’s hold.

Giselle giggled and asked, “Where’s you from anyways, love? Did Jack pick ya up from Tortuga” Scarlett commented, “Bit plain-faced isn’t she”. Y/n didn’t understand the goals of these two wenches or even why they would follow someone like Jack Sparrow, who only valued the pearl and freedom. “how’s about another round of rum, eh?” Jack suggested.

“My father was a merchant; he was a sailor from the ports of London”, Y/n explained. For most of her childhood, it revolved around books of naval vessels, the function of a ship, the sails, the types of riggings, the positions, navigations, and the routes. Ships had always fascinated the young woman, unlike others that wished to become a lady, noble or, at most, a housewife. Y/n fancied the naval boats; most women thought it rather tedious. Y/n had kept documents and old journals from old sailors that explored the seas; the exciting part is that most note the case of the black pearl. The infamous ship was faster at sea; even mentioning the name would send many shivers and fascinate them. Y/n had an instead, not so rather excellent encounter when first boarding the black pearl. It always starts with a kidnapped lass from a sinking ship caused by pirates; at least Jack Sparrow had ‘saved’ her. “I used to study the routes of naval history and sailing as a child,” Y/n told them; perhaps these two knew of Jack’s adventures and his ship. Alas, they did not.

“Study ships? Sounds a bit boring, don’t it” Giselle admitted. “See, if I was young like you, I wouldn’t be dreamin’ bout some fancy boat; I would be dreamin’ about catching me fancy with a dashing captain” She looked at Jack dreamily.

The thought of settling down with a drunken captain as a wench made y/n flinch with disgust. “I would much rather read than catch myself of ill repute with a grog-blossomed buccaneer”.

“I assume Jack’s ‘teachings’ involve rum,” y/n thought correctly.

“Come now, lass, I’m sure they’s didn’t mean ta make ya hang yer jib, ere’ ave some rum”, Master Gibbs had been sitting at the front of the black wooden dining table. He held out the bottle toward the young woman.

“See here, sweetheart, there’s a thin or two you can learn from Jackie” Scarlett smiled in a flirtatious manner toward Jack.

Jack swallowed the liquor and agreed, “Aye, y/n darlin’, I’ll teach ya sometime”.

Scarlett excitedly asked, “Jackie, aren’t-chou going to tell er’ o’ you getting hitched”.

Y/n’s eyes widened with astonishment. Is Jack Sparrow getting married? Indeed, Jack was chaotic and unpredictable, but getting married? This was news to her, even to Master Gibbs. “You’re getting married?” y/n said in disbelief. The young woman pointed a finger toward Scarlett and Giselle, the two suspects. “And which one did he propose to”.

“Well…” Before Jack could finish his sentence, both the women stood up in sync and said, “ME!”. The two turned to each other in a confused state, looking at their ring, the same encrusted jewelled red stone. Giselle gasped with the realisation that the two women had been played. Giselle and Scarlett both turned to Jack with angry expressions. Jack awkwardly replied, “Bit of a mystery, innit”. At first, Giselle slapped Jack across the face, and Scarlett followed suit, both wenches leaving the docked pearl in annoyance.

Y/n secretly smiled at the karma played with the wenches; she sat up from her seat and ventured outside the dining cabin to find the other captain, no, not Sparrow, Barbossa. Jack and Barbossa had made an accord for sharing the pearl, only for the time being until Hector steals it. When Captain Barbossa captured y/n, she learnt many things from him, her knowledge of piracy and the vast navigations to the briny deep. Y/n had managed to impress the captain; she used her knowledge from studying in the past to get her way around the ship. Hector hadn’t met many women that were into sailing, well, aside from Mrs Turner. At night, y/n would stay up looking at maps and documents to navigate the ship to a port; of course, Hector would poke fun at the girl’s knowledge.

Captain Barbossa stood at the front of the forecastle’s deck, looking above at the stars. Y/n climbed the steps to approach the captain curiously; she placed both hands behind her back formally, saying, “Quiet night is it not?”.

“An’ by Quiet, ya mean Sparrah and his wenches ain’t out ere”, Barbossa sarcastically answered back.

Y/n observed the ship’s sail, and putting her knowledge of navigation to use, she tried to figure out the direction they would first head off for Pirates Cove. “Captain, if we’re set to sail toward the direction of pirates cove, then—” the young woman pointed toward the East “, I believe the ship’s direction would be in the constellation of Sirius”.

“So, we would sail east”, Y/n confidently pointed out. That was until Hector smiled for a moment making the girl think she was correct, but he pointed with his finger toward the other direction, “North, yer facin’ east, ye need ta face north toward port”.

“Whatever, I was close anyways” Y/n placed a hand on her forehead, annoyed. She was still getting used to using the constellations on a map instead of a compass. Captains were more competent because they knew more about the maps than just a regular landlubber; direction, coordination, longitude and latitude, constellation and, of course, the ways to go about it. Barbossa was more intelligent than any other captain; aside from Sparrow, he memorised the map and was an expert in sailing. Y/n only knew the general knowledge of how to read maps and use the tools necessary; however, there was more to it, and it was clear she still had a lot to learn.

The captain smirked with a sarcastic expression. “Oh~, “Close” were ye”.

“Aye, captain, I was”, Y/n spoke back.

“Well than, Miss’s Highness”, he turned to y/n and bowed, holding out his hand “, I’ll reward yer fer yer efforts”.

Hector held his hand out; y/n was curious if this was some trick compared to when they first met. She was taught a lot about survival thanks to being surrounded by pirates. Hector held the young woman’s hand and pulled her hand gently toward him when it touched his rough lips. His lips against her palm felt rough yet soft simultaneously; his beard felt scraggly against her skin. Y/n felt rather bashful but smiled in politeness. However, her face soon turned to a frown when she realised he wasn’t kidding around in a friendly manner; in fact, his other hand trailed up to reach her cheek. He lightly used one finger to touch the young woman’s chin, she stared in confusion, but he leaned forward, pressing his lips on the young woman’s mouth. The lips of the man were rougher and patchier; his beard felt scratchy when it touched her chin. He didn’t stop, though; the kiss sooner turned from a soft one to an utterly passionate embrace. Had the young woman known he felt this way about her; she would’ve said something sooner. Her emotions ran from excitement, confusion, stun, shock, and bewilderment. The captain stroked y/n’s chin as she closed her eyes and placed her arm around his head. The sound of the gentle current brushing against the bottom of the ship. It was a relatively peaceful sound, taking her mind off what was happening now. To anyone seeing this, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight; a young woman kissing a man that’s not got the looks of Sparrow is somewhat uncomfortable to the naked eye. Y/n heard something in the distance; her eyes turned to a figure resembling Jack Sparrow!

“What a hideous sight to see”, He cringed, twitching his lips in disgust.

Y/n pulled away in embarrassment; she covered her face when Jack sat offensively, watching them. Barbossa rolled his eyes and grabbed his flintlock pistol; he aimed it at Jack as he shot it. Y/n flinched; luckily, the bullet only just missed Jack. “Oi, watch where you aim, could’ve killed me”.

“I’ll do tha deed if ye say one more word Jack” Hector shouted.

“I would’ve preferred the sight of you in that hideous wig than that”, Jack gagged. “Question—How can you handle putting your lips on something like that” He pointed toward Hector. Barbossa pulled the trigger again and let off another shot, this time towards Jack’s hat. “Would yarr like ta’ lose that tongue of yer’s Sparrah” Barbossa shouted once more. Jack didn’t feel like risking it with Hector’s temper tonight; after all, he was celebrating. Y/n tried to stop the two from fighting before someone ended up with a bullet. She asked Jack, “Jack, perhaps we ought to cast off and set sail to Pirates Cove; I say we start by heading north over the horizon”.

“Fine idea, see, them books about sailin’ did come in handy, aye, love” Jack went off to order his men to prepare to set sail. Y/n smiled as she turned toward Hector, who scoffed, expecting a ‘thank you’ in return.

Y/n pressed her finger toward her lips, remembering the feeling of his. It was somewhat surprising, was the captain one sheet to the wind? He couldn’t have been grog blossomed, though still confused her why the captain kissed her of all people.

Suppose it’s a mystery.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

[lordkingsmith]

June lyric prompts 2024

1. Leave it to me to get into some kinda trouble/breaking a rule, crossing a line/leave it to me to step into chaos/tame fire with one hand on the other I could die/I’ve just fallen ten stories but that ain’t hurtin/just dance in fire/but that boy, he is my/current emergency-current emergency by Savannah Campbell

2. And the blood will dry, underneath my nails/And the wind will rise up, to fill my sails/See you can doubt, and you can hate/But I know, no matter what it takes/I'm coming home-coming home by Skylar Grey

3. Always catching myself at night/Only go out when the sun goes down/I got an ocean of emotion inside/I am not Poseidon lover's island but I ride him in the riptide-crybaby by roseboi

4. There’s a dirt road in town/where the north wind blows in jest,/and the midnight sun burns low,/in the woods where now they rest/and the tents in the fields break the younger men’s backs/and corsets and the heels pop the drunken gents slacks/Soapy Smith laid his hand, raised ‘em up in this land/long gone-forever he’s damned-Diamond Lil by Seth and Sara

5. The girl was never there/It's always the same/I'm running towards nothing/Again and again and again.-A Forest by Kaleida

6. And the stress it unwinds/To a pulse of true time/And the symbols they rhyme/Pouring out into my mind/I'm here feeling it all/I'm here, big and small/I can do anything/I can do nothing/I am free, I'm free in my mind-Free by Ocie Elliott

7. Who's that sexy thing I see over there?/That's me, standin' in the mirror/What's that icy thing hanging 'round my neck?/Um, that's gold, show me some respect, oh-Me, Too by Meghan Trainor

8. Such boundless pleasure/We've no time for later now/You can't await your own arrival/You've twenty seconds to comply-Let Go by Imogen Heap

9. I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision/But only for you/My head is stripped just like a screw that's been tightened too many times/When I think of you/I will shield you from the waves/If they find you/I will protect you/Just tell me, tell me, tell me, I/I am the only one/Even if it's not true-Last of the real ones by Fall Out Boy

10. There's a haze above my TV/That changes everything I see/And maybe if I continue watching/I'll lose the traits that worry me/Can we fast forward to go down on me?-New Perspective by Panic!At the disco

11. My body's aching/System overload/Temperature's rising/I'm about to explode/Watch me I'm intoxicated/Taking the show, ah/It's got me hypnotized, ah/Everybody step aside-evacuate the dance floor by Cascada

12. Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret/But I know if I could do it over/I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart/That I left unspoken-what hurts the most by rascal flatts

13. Time to stage a show/smile and pretend/drown in sorrows and cry/tell them all these little white lies/oh, god knows that I’ve tried/pretend that I’m fine-blame by pocket key

14. Recount the night that/I first met your mother/And on the drive back to my house/I told you that, I told you that I loved ya/You felt the weight of the world/Fall off your shoulder/And to your favorite song/We sang along to the start of forever/And after all this time I'm still into you-into you by Paramore

15. Came a time/When every star fall/Brought you to tears again/We are the very hurt you sold/And what's the worst you take/From every heart you break?-Helena by My Chemical Romance

16. Haven't had a dream in a long time/See, the life I've had/Can make a good man bad/So for once in my life/Let me get what I want/Lord knows, it would be the first time-please please please by the smiths

17. I don't need no honey, I want more money/Talking that bad money, that mad money/Only get silly for a billy, yeah, I said I'ma need a couple more zeros on that-Zeros by headie one(feat. Jazzy & cassö)

18. Check yes Juliet/Here's the countdown/Three, two, one, now fall in my arms/Now they can change the locks/Don't let them change your mind

19. I know temptation is the devil in disguise/You risk it all to feel alive, oh, yeah/You're offering yourself to me like sacrifice/You said you do this all the timeTell me you love me if I bring you to the light-take my breath by The Weeknd

20. He knew what to say to sweep me off my feet/I should've never heard a word he said to me/I was comfortable with ignorance is bliss/'Cause I told myself I wouldn't fall for it/But then/Quicker than a flash, he had me at hello/He took me by the hand, we started dancing slow/I didn't wanna get attached but now, I'm far too close-Valentino by MNEK and Years & Years/Olly Alexander

21. Some tings don't work/Some tings are bound to be/Some tings, they hurt/And they tear apart me/You left your diary at my house/And I read those pages/Do you really love me, baby?-wait a minute! By Willow Smith

22. Does the pain weigh out the pride/And you look for a place to hide?/Did someone break your heart inside/You're in ruins-21 guns by Green Day

23. Only you can be the aching in my heart/My enemy, the only animal I couldn't fight/You hold me in the dark when storms arrive/Only you-Ellie Goulding Only You

24. I know we got it good, but they got it made/And their grass is getting greener each day/I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down/Before anybody's knowin' our name-all the right moves by one republic

25. If our love is running out of time/I won't count the hours, rather be a coward/When our worlds collide/I'm gonna drown you out before I lose my mind-lalala by naughty boy

26. Handsome, tender, soft/Why do you look right through/Thinking/“No, I can't deny my feelings"/Growing strong/I try to keep believing, dreaming on/And every time I see you, I crave more/I wanna pull you closer, closer, closer, closer/But you leave me feeling frozen

27. There may be/Someone who truly believes love is blind/But I beg to differ there's two of a kind/They will find each other/And that is a real bliss/Our very first kiss-first kiss by Alexander rybak

28. He said "think about the children/Think about the children/You wanted me to write a hit record for the radio/Are you never gonna get it?/The kids already know!/Some girls like girls, some boys got a boyfriend/I like guys and they like me/We hold hands, make out and do all the things that lovers do/Some girls like girls, some boys got a boyfriend/I like guys and they like me/We hold hands, make out and do all the things that lovers do-radio friendly pop song by Matt Fischel

29. We learn to run at speed of light/And to fall down from any height/It's true but just remember that/What we do is what you just can't do/An opera of craziness-cartoon heroes by aqua

30. Hello baby, can I see a smile/I'm going to a party and its gonna be wild (okay)/Can I come, I am sitting alone/No, friends are never alone (that's right)/Maybe some pretty girls are in your world/Excuse me, I could also be your girl/Lately everyone is making fun-best friend by ToyBox

31. Give me the burden, give me the blame/I'll shoulder the load, and I'll swallow the shame/Give me the burden, give me the blame/How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take?/Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not/He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got-Devil’s Backbone by The Civil Wars

[missfckingfortune]

A little about me! I was tagged by @ninthcircleofprythian <3 I'm tagging @areyoudreaminof and @wilde-knight but no pressure!

Do you make your bed?

Literally never

Favorite number?

There's just something about a 7, ya know?

What’s your job? I've been a registered nurse for the last nine years, just finished school for my NP degree.

If you could go back to school would you? NO

Can you parallel park?

With great effort and much cursing.

Do you think aliens are real?

Probably. But there's a lot of deep time and space between them and us.

Can you drive a manual car?

I wish the answer to this was yes. But the answer is really, only under massive supervision from my father.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

The smut, of course.

Tattoos?

Yes. Currently, I have a wave on my ankle, "Know no shame" on one arm, and "Know no fear" on the other, which comes from the incredible TV series Black Sails. Go watch it. Do it now while it's on Netflix. Future plans for more ink include the bird my father said he would come back as in the next life, some sort of floral design with either hibiscus or heliconia, and "e noho pū me aʻu," which roughly translates to "be with me" since the Hawaiian islands have become such a large part of my life and my family's lives.

Favorite color?

Teal/turquoise

Favorite types of music

A little bit of everything. Tom Petty, Taylor Swift, Bad Omens, Lana, Zach Bryan, Artic Monkeys, Gin Blossoms, BANKS, You Me at 6, Hozier.

Do you like puzzles?

Not one bit.

Any phobias

Weirdly, needles. As a nurse. I know.

Favorite childhood sport?

Some may debate if it's a sport, but horseback riding. I've been riding for twenty five years!

Do you talk to yourself?

Constantly.

What movies do you adore?

Lucky Number Slevin, The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, Mad Max- Fury Road, Pirates of the Caribbean, Meet Joe Black, Hell or High Water, Fury, Rush.

Coffee or tea?

COKE ZERO OR LA CROIX

First thing you wanted to be growing up

Actress

[luciferfemme]

Hazbin Omens

just a little one shot because I could not restrain myself after that little quote I made

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“Ugh, I hate the Pride ring. It’s so ghastly. Not to mention my ex and his scary ass boyfriend… hey Angel. Alastor,” Crowley said, trying to force a smile as his ex Angel Dust and new boyfriend Alastor, appeared, walking down the street together. It had been ages since Crowley had been down to the Pride ring. His relationship with the pornstar Angel Dust had been short-lived at best. Sometime between ’63 during one of his off again moments with Aziraphale and ’70 when Angel had signed with Valentino. Crowley spent most of his time after that in Sloth, sleeping. Usually when he came to Hell it was to Sloth, unless he’d otherwise been called to his office in Pride. 

“Crowley,” Angel said with a smirk. “Been a long time.” Alastor glared at the other redhead. 

“What brings you and…” he looked over at Aziraphale. “An Angel to Hell?” 

“Former Angel,” Aziraphale explained happily, holding out his hand. “Aziraphale, how do you do?” 

Alastor grinned, “Alastor. A pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure. Well well well, a former angel and the guardian of the Eastern gate no less. How very interesting.” Aziraphale smiled, blushing slightly and Crowley couldn’t help but be annoyed. He could see why Angel liked Alastor, he was a powerful overlord but he was also incredibly charming in an annoying sort of way.

“Yes well, we’ve been… friends for quite a long time,” Aziraphale admitted. 

Angel rolled his eyes, “Al quit flirtin’ with the angel huh.” Alastor turned towards him then. 

“I wasn’t…”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Angel smirked. “See ya around Crowley,” he said. 

“Yeah,” Crowley wasn’t quite sure what to make of the interaction. It was always strange running into people he knew here. He only hoped he didn’t run into Vox or Valentino, he was fairly certain he would punch the stupid moth in the face for what he’d done to Angel. Unbeknownst to Crowley that ship had long since sailed thanks to the Radio Demon.

* * *

“Why him?” Alastor asked as the two were sat in a coffee shop later. 

“Eh, what can I say? I got a thing fa redheads who are good with their tongues.” 

Alastor opened his mouth, then immediately closed it again. “I don’t have a response for that.” 

Angel giggled, “You don’t gotta mio cervo. He an’ I been done a long time. An’ anyway he’s always had a thing for Zira. I think he just liked that he had someone he could call Angel.” 

Alastor considered this. He supposed he could understand it from both demons perspectives, after all, Alastor had been unable to resist Angel’s charms upon meeting him. The Radio Demon did not know Crowley personally, he was neither an overlord, nor a Goetia, or any manner of demonic royalty, despite having played a hand in much of humanity’s downfall. Still it seemed Crowley knew him well enough and frankly that’s all that mattered for Alastor. The former Angel though was a curious one. Aziraphale. Perhaps Crowley was more brilliant than he'd thought. After all, any demon capable of seducing an angel to the dark side was clearly worth his weight in gold to Hell's cause. Of course, Alastor didn't need to know that theres was less a seduction to the darkside and more, a six thousand year long love story that had only recently found its happily ever afterlife.

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two (redux) 74

Modifying the Matter Manipulator’s tracking system was quick and easy work, much to Nyota’s relief. It was almost like the functions had been planned, but never turned on.

“That’s probably right,” Arjun said when Nyota raised her thoughts aloud. “The Protectorate had a lot of little back-room thoughts they never got the time to finish out. Always looking at farther stars. That’s how Esther put it.”

“It’s a good phrase,” Nyota said. She closed the casing up and stretched her stiff wrists, trying to swallow the anxiety. She did not want to spend too long in this strange place. She had packed plenty of rations, in case of emergencies, but there was no telling what a pocket dimension could do to the body even without standard survival concerns.

“SAIL, test the relay,” she said into her microphone. “Send down some apples from the kitchen.”

A few moments later, the transmitter flashed, followed by her Matter Manipulator. Nyota caught the apple out of the air and smiled. Still crisp and firm, no damage at all.

Arjun almost grinned. “Not bad at all for the first try.”

Nyota nodded, but she wasn’t satisfied yet. “Now for the hard part. SAIL, send them back up.”

The Matter Manipulator flashed, then the transmitter. A startled whistle echoed through her earpiece. “What the gol-dang—Captain? Did ya beam up some fruit?”

Nyota stifled a soft chuckle. “Yes, Lumen. Sorry about that, I should have warned you.”

“Well, I ain’t one to pry, so I’m not gonna ask what for,” he hummed. “I figure it’s a darn good reason for such a strange thing.”

The earpiece clicked off. Sonny started laughing.

“Classic Lumen,” she fizzed cheerfully. “Ain’t much in this world that’ll faze that man.”

Nyota smiled. “That’s why he is my second. It leaves me room to be as strange as I like.”

Arjun was rubbing at his scruff again though, and frowning. “Hate to burst your bubble, ma’am, but we’re still not in the clear. Someone will have to stay close to the gate.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the entrance. “Don’t trust this place to leave the transmitter alone if we just drop it there.”

That did burst the bubble. Nyota had realized it, but hearing it aloud brought the thoughts all shoving for attention. “I do not want to split up, either,” she said. “It will be unsafe for whoever stays behind.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sonny said. She puffed up a little, glowing warm and bright. “I’ll stay here. I’ve been in worse scrapes, right? Besides, it doesn’t look too bad anyhow, out here.”

Nyota floundered in the face of Sonny’s determination. The dangers, Sonny’s inexperience, all of them hit that bold glow like glass hitting steel. She knew from Lumen’s cautions that it was hard to change the girl’s mind once she set it to anything. Warnings wouldn’t stop her at all. “You will get bored out here,” she tried.  

Arrowmail scuffed a foot on the stone. “Helpful. I could stay with her,” he offered. He put a hand on the sword at his hip. “If anything comes to bother us, I can at least buy time for you to come help. I have gotten better at fighting.”

Defeated, Nyota raised her hands in surrender. “Very well. Just be careful, both of you. It seems safe enough here, but seeming is not always being, do you understand?”

Sonny cheerily saluted her. Arrowmail followed suit a moment later with a quiet clink. “Sure thing, ma’am,” the novakid said. “We’ll keep it on the down low, don’t you worry.”

“Good.” Nyota turned her earpiece back on to bring Lumen up to speed.

His first response was a very static-loaded sigh. “Dangit, lil’ Glowbug. I know the pair of ya wouldn’t mind a romantic getaway an’ all, but ya could pick a safer spot than this. Could hook ya up proper with some nice colony barkeep pals or somethin’.”

“Lumen!” Sonny flared almost blindingly bright and fizzed sharp enough to make the earpiece whine over his chuckles. “It ain’t that! We’re workin’ hard here.”

“Sure, sure,” he hummed as Nyota bit down a laugh. “I believe ya. Still, ain’t no harm in mixin’ work with pleasure as long as ya can get both done. Keep them senses sharp though, Glowbug,” he warned, humor fading. “We still don’t know what was behind the drone that hurt Hadley. Might be malfunction, might be more’n that. I’ll keep the comms open, ol’ Ferny and I are just a buzz away. We’re here for ya.”

“Thanks, Lumen,” Sonny said, quieter as the mood sobered. She didn’t’ stay somber for too long. “Well, you heard the fella, ma’am. We’re okay. Go have fun crackin’ this place open, why don’t ya?”

Nyota accepted her loss gracefully and turned back toward the ice room. “Very well. We’ll stay in touch. Arjun, you’re with me.”

Arjun nodded and followed after her. “Yes, ma’am.”

[lothlorienlover]

Buster and Holly (2)

Buster and Holly (2/3)

Holly and I sat naked on the front porch swing until the full force of the fast moving storm front drove us back into the house. The white-blonde hair on her arms bristled at the sharp temperature change as did two very punctiliar nipples. Strange, as George Costanza had once commented to Jerry, how it had the exact opposite effect on my manhood! 

Twilight had quickly been captured by a black-as-coal sky. Foreboding storm clouds sailed their way across the fields of violently swaying corn. This far out of town, there were no other lights to be seen other than the one observed in the barnyard behind the house hanging at the end of a serpentine conduit pipe stapled to an old weathered telephone pole. It had one of those old corrugated tin top hats and it and it alone was the sole lighted sentinel for miles. 

“This doesn’t look good, Buster. Grab the storm lantern sitting on top of the drier while I grab a few things from upstairs and I’ll meet you at the back door.”

While I waited for Miss Nude Universe to return, I grabbed what was left of the lemonade out the fridge, drinking half of it, pouring the rest of it into the green aluminum glass as Holly raced back into the room.

“Come on! Just leave the house open. It can’t harm anything.”

The driving rain had begun to clink on any and every exposed metal object. The sheet metal roof on the house and both rust wagons sitting just outside the storm cellar door, each were voicing their displeasure as pea sized hail began to intermingle with the driving rain.

There was a sort of reverse Wizard of Oz coloration morph occurring after Holly sealed the door behind us and struck a match to light the old oil burning storm lantern. As Holly had earlier described, the storm cellar was big. In point of fact, it was a lot bigger than Holly had led me to imagine. I let out a slow whistle.

“You stay down here in the winter?” I asked, astonished by the consideration.

“What?”

“Well, I mean. . .” I hesitated to tell my hostess my true thoughts of her underground bungalow. 

“Ya? Go ahead say it.”

And I might have if a large and heavy crashing sound hadn’t suddenly startled both of us. Whatever it was, it had landed on the metal door, seemingly sealing our doom.

“Wait!” she shouted as I moved to try to open the door. “Wait until the storm passes!” 

I had heard of babies being ripped out of their mother’s arms and passengers sucked out of their cars as tornados passed over head. I gave weight to her alarm, turning back to her.

“I just hope we can get out at all,” I shouted as the storm raged outside.

“I just hope my house is still there!” she cried in sudden alarm.

“Is there another way out of here?” I continued to shout above the storm, peering into the black recesses of the cave like cellar.

“Wouldn’t be much of a storm cellar if there was. Duh!” 

Holly’s normal levity had temporarily abated as I saw real concern in her face.

“I suppose if we had to, we could try and dig around the stove pipe -if it ever came to that. I have a shovel down here as I got scared last winter when we had that heavy snow warning. And I probably would have gotten stuck down here if the winds hadn’t blown most of it away. So yes, I’ve thought about it. And no, there aren’t any quick ways out of here other than that door.”

As fast and all consuming as the roar of the storm had been, its passing equaled it in silence. I turned back to the door!”

“NO!” Holly screamed. “Sometimes there is a calm before the real storm hits. Where have you been all your life, Buster?”

Though I had spent the last twenty years in Whosville, I personally had never had the pleasure of encountering a tornado close up. For whatever reasons, the one or two a year visitors had always struck south of town, damaging crop but not home –at least to my knowledge. 

“Oh,” replied the Tin Man without a brain.

Eventually it dawned on me that Holly was still naked. She had white breasts with an equally white panty line, though I doubted she worn them that often.

“What?” she again enquired as I stood staring at her. “Whaaaat?” she demanded, hands now on hips, leaning forward a bit to give her demand bite.

“Nothing.”

“My ass!”

“Exactly,” I countered, smiling as the maneuver set her breasts asway.

Turning only her shoulders, Holly did a quick inventory of her behind, asking, “Do I have something on me?”

“No. I was just looking at your tan lines. I like tan lines. The more pronounced the better. . . . and you’ve got really great one’s.

“You think?” she asked, taken aback by my assessment. “Wait a minute, are you referring to tan lines or these?” she winked, pointing to her breasts.

“Oh ya, those too!” 

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but the silence outside the green door continued. With guarded permission I tried the door. It took both of us plus a bit of leverage from Holly’s shovel, before the door opened enough for me to work myself out. A large tree limb had, indeed, as I suspected, fallen across the door. Calling back down to Holly for advice, she told me to be careful but she thought there was an old logging saw in the shed next to the pump house. Asking me to wait a minute, she returned with an old extruded aluminum flashlight. It seemed everything about Holly’s heaven (except for those magnificent breasts) were either old or weathered –or both.

“WAIT!” I heard her shout as she tossed me my old blue-jean shorts. 

“Wouldn’t want you to injure anything important!” Her mischievous grin was becoming endearing to me.

It took me a good five minutes to rummage through the shed to find the old five foot two-man hand saw. Though rusted, the teeth looked straight and sharp. Another fifteen minutes was needed before I had enough of the heavy branch cut off to where I could actually push the rest of it off to one side. Holly swung the cellar door open, laughing at me as she held the storm lantern aloft.

“Aren’t you the sight?”

Covered with sawdust, dirt and a few stick-to-your-naked-skin leaves, I grimaced, asking if there was an outside hose or something to rinse off with.

“Turn your light over on to the house.” 

Holly grabbed hold of the flashlight, directing toward the house surveying for damage. The tree limb had come from old man willow that sat ten, maybe fifteen feet to the left of the cellar door. The trucks remained where they had been parked though there was a crack in my windshield –of course- and multiple hail marks on both cabs and hoods. One good thing about driving rambling wrecks, one didn’t have to give second thought to minor things like dents. All it gained was a little more character and yet another story to be told.

It seemed that the house was another matter. There were only three windows in the westward facing side of the house. All three were missing glass. The screen door had been nearly ripped from its hinges. However, from initial inventorying, at least the sheet metal roof looked in tack. 

“I’ve got some cardboard stored away in the house,” she offered, “I suppose we could cut it to size and stuff them in the windows for now. The door was in need of new hinges anyway. I’ve got some in the shed. We can work on that in morning. I don’t see much else. Do you? When I heard that limb hit the door, honestly, I was scared that it was one of the trucks.” I watched as the lithe blonde bomb shell of a woman grow all stiff before a shiver rattled her shoulders and her head give a brief shake. “I don’t get scared easy. But then, I’m not ready to die a long slow death being buried alive in my own storm cellar.”

Holly disappeared back down into the cellar. Throwing out my still soaked t-shirt and underpants, she stepped out while in the process of pulling up the elastic bodice of a dingy yellow sundress, struggling to get it up over her boobs.

“The hose is over there if we haven’t lost electricity. But,” she held up a finger, “let me run some water into a pan first –AND BE CAREFUL OF THE GLASS!!!”

Reaching inside the kitchen door, Holly tried the light switch to no avail. 

“Just as I suspected. No power. Just a minute then you can rinse off.”

I didn’t want to remind her about the cistern filled with water down in the storm cellar. Sometimes you just have to allow a woman to be busy. 

Before I sought out the hose that had supposedly been snaked through the white limestone foundation of the house only to hide somewhere in the unmowed grass, I retrieved a dry t-shirt and pair of old stop-by-the-riverside-to-fish tennis shoes stuffed behind the seat of my truck.

“That’s a pretty handy device,” I commented about the cut glass, crystal chimney storm lantern as I looked in the back door to see if she had finished her task. 

“It was my grandmothers. She had two of them. Don’t ask where the other one went. Ya, I’ve had to use it more than once when we lose power way out here. Hopefully it’ll be back on before sunrise. They’re pretty good about taking care of the old farms especially ones as big as Thompson’s centennial farm. Have you ever been back there?”

I confessed I had not which didn’t surprise her. She whistled a slow whistle.

“I’ll have to drive you back over there tomorrow. Quite the place. They know my truck but the dogs still chase it all the way up to the house. I suppose it would only be right to check in on them anyway. I’ll introduce you. Fred, once you get past his gruff side, is a pretty decent guy. Hallelujah!” Holly prayed as the kitchen light flickered on. 

I had begun to accept the fact that I was going to spend a miserable evening coated in unwashed sweat and grim, thinking how it would taint any hoped for after-intermission activities. Silently I rejoiced along with my hostess that the favor of electricity had been so quickly restored to us.

Holly shut off the kitchen water which had steadily increased in power. Somewhere out in the dark I could hear an old pump (because everything was old in Holly’s heaven) laboring to catch up. Flipping the second light switch next to the kitchen door, Holly swore before it ever had a chance to energize the line. “Shit! I’ll have to get the ladder out to change the bulb. Oh well, guess we’ll have to wait till morning light to see what the damage is out there.  Be a dear and shove the wood in the hole.  No need to lock it.” 

I followed Holly’s commanded, closing the five panel wooden door while turning out the kitchen light. I wondered whether or not this was the first time this summer it had been closed. Almost by habit, I went to lock it when I realize there wasn’t any. “Ya gotta love country live’n” I quipped to myself. Quickly I turned back to the quickly fading light that had disappeared up the stairs after closing the front door.

Though it had been no more than three or four hours since Holly and I raced naked into the storm cellar, now it seemed an eternity. That sexual animal within me was slumbering now as I traipsed up the stairs, trying to keep up with the yellow light. It had been an emotionally packed day. Tiredness began to lay on me and all I could think about was laying in my own bed, with my own pillow, rolling over and slipping back into dreamland.  As I proceeded to the sound of running water, it seemed I was already in the midst of a dream.

I stopped near the top step when everything went dark.  As my eyes adjusted, I spied a darker than amber slit beneath what I reasoned to be the upstairs bathroom door which at that moment sprung open as Holly popped out and asked, “What are you standing there for?” The naked woman floated across the hardwood floor hallway, disappearing from my sight once more.

This time she had not closed the door to the room she had disappeared into. There was enough light now for me make it down the hallway without stumbling into something. Holly popped back into the hall, once again standing in front me naked as the day she was born, asking, “Wanna take a bath?” Without waiting for my answer, the smoking lantern led us together into the room sounding of running water.

Peeking in the bathroom door as unintrusively as I had her bedroom door, I found the sole treasure of the house. Coupled with a large and of course old, square pedestal sink with a wide rim standing to my right, a toilet to its left, I whistled at the sight of the large claw-footed tub spread end-to-end across the far wall. I’d never seen its like before.

“Come on! Get those dirty shorts off and get in here with me,” Holly beckoned as she toe tested the water before stepping in, sitting down and sliding beneath the water, re- emerging a second later, pasting her hair back off her face with both hands, sputtering off the water that ran down her face.

The tub had its faucets and drain handles stationed above it and centered on the back wall, allowing two people to slide in comfortably opposite of one another. Stepping in behind her and slowly sliding down and leaning back myself, the water level still had a good three inches before cresting. 

Holly had rested the smoking chimney lamp atop a dual pedestal flower stand at her end of the tub. Of course it was no longer needed with the power restored yet its yellowish light maneuvered everything into a mystical world. A small multi-band transistor radio sat beneath it. At my end of the tub was a small brass tubed affair with two towels, two face cloths and one soap dish. It almost looked homemade. 

“This is my sanctuary,” Holly’s voice reverberated in the otherwise empty room. 

White-washed bead board lined the room with a small blue fuzzy rug in front of the toilet and a five by three rag braided rug in front of the tub. 

“This is where I sit and sing or just enjoy the quiet of the countryside.” 

The outer wall faced south. In the center of it between tub and toilet was a four by eight, double hung wooden window that had been spared the pounding its brothers had fallen victim of in the room just next door. It was thankfully screened, half open at the bottom, half open at the top. 

“You’re the first, Buster!”

“The first what?”

“The first man I let in here. The first man I let upstairs. Does that surprise you?”

I had to be honest with her, “Ya, a little.”

“My reputation always precedes me,” she sighed. “Oh well, I guess it’s just my lot in life. But it’s true. I’ve never brought anyone home after stay’n out all night. ‘Bout the only time anyone has been here at the house is when my parents died and my sister came to sit a spell after the funeral. Her husband was all itchy. They didn’t stay long. She didn’t say much of anything but then she didn’t have to. Her eyes said it for her, looking all about the house with a sad look on her face as if she couldn’t fathom how her big sister had failed so miserably in life, feeling sorry for me and all. We’re sort of opposite books ends that way. I was the run around tramp while she floated above everything and stayed out of sight. She paid her way through junior college where she met Ty, a middle line backer who got wooed by SU, making first string his second year there. I think he said he was a red something or other senior.”

“A red shirt senior?” I questioned.

“Ya, I think that’s it. Then he got drafted two hundred twenty-third by one of the teams out in California. They only pick two hundred and twenty four players.  He was proud that he had lasted long enough to remain on the team.  He played four years before getting hurt. But by then he had made his money. Sis and Ty aren’t hurt’n. She showed me the pictures of their place in San Diego. Never been there. Not my cup of tea to be around all that money. It all just sort of makes me feel small and insignificant. Ty got a job at one of the large housing developers out there. Makes more money now than he did playing football. Anyway, it was all too easy to tell they didn’t much like my house. I haven’t made up my mind whether you do or not.”

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to keep my rising periscope from popping to the surface while taking extreme enjoyment out of watching the wave action caused by Holly’s buoyant breasts rising and falling with each breath stop. “Well, if you want my honest assessment it could do with a little work. But it’s definitely something I could get use to. That is, I mean living in a place way out here and all. But admittedly, not having a handy convenience store nearby might take a little getting use to.”

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“You know.”

Laughing in feign innocence, “No I don’t!”

“I can see you waving those arms under water, making my boobs float up and down.”

“Who me?”

Holly’s big right toe slid to nudge my, now fully erect, manhood. Reflex popped the periscope above water level briefly before submerging again. Holly sat up, leaned forward while sliding her hands and elbows along the outer edges of the tubs slippery white baked enamel finish, kissing me lightly as I closed my eyes and once again drank in the fantasy. 

Raising herself up she promised me, “You never have to just look and hope with me, Buster. If you ever walk in that back door again after tonight, and you see me washing dishing at the sink dressed in that old sundress, you just lift it up and spread my legs! You don’t ever have to worry about me making a fuss or throwing dishes at you.” With that said, Holly leaned forward and offered her creamy white wet breasts for me to feed on. 

I was beginning to wonder if we would ever have sex out of the water. Sitting back a bit, Holly nimbly impaled herself on my manly weapon, kissing me as she took all of it after a few up’s and down’s. Offering her breasts for my mouth to feed on, she rose just enough for me to feel myself about to slip out before she impaled herself again over and over till my face told her I was about to come.

“Whoa there big boy!” she smiled as she sat up while remaining firmly seated on bent knees and slowly undulating hips. Reaching back across me to grab a bar of soap and one of those faded pink face cloths, she spoke quietly to me. “Holly’s going to get you all cleaned up and then she’s going to take you in the other room and give you the ride of your life. Think you can handle that cowboy?”

From my experience I had never met two more different people than Martha and Holly. Martha was all but flat chested, frigid –well at least where it had involved me, a wench who’s eyes and mouth never closed. She had a lipless cunt with only a sheen of hair. Holly on the other hand, actually had lovely and readily accessible large, sculptured breasts. She closed her eyes when she kissed. Her cunt was long lipped and her pubic hair was incredibly long, thick and I loved rummaging my fingers through it.. Obviously she hadn’t been to the public pool that summer or I would have read about it in the town paper after hearing everyone else’s ‘I was there’ account of it at the local watering hole after work. Holly just had a way about her, moving her body in feminine ways, that attracted men’s eyes and women’s scorn. Truly, she was a polarizing force. Either you loved her or you hated her. I definitely was not nor ever had been part of the latter group.  I had been indifferent in school.  But now that pimple faced girl had grown into a woman . 

First the arms, then the under arms, she soaped and scrubbed me while remaining impaled on my war baton. Then she proceeded to have me sit up as she wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder, lazily wiping off all traces of grime and grit from my back. She sort of went all soft on me there. In a dreamy, far off voice that barely reverberated in that still-of-the-night room, she murmured on about having given up; about having lost all hope of finding someone who would just accept her for who she was not what everyone thought she was.  She hoped beyond hope that I wasn’t playing her just for a couple of fucks. The strong self-sufficient woman began to let me see a little of that sad, lonely girl hiding all her life on the inside.

I had never sat in a tub of water with a naked woman before, especially with one who had lathered my chest (before letting me lather hers) in transfixed fascination, pressing her soft breasts against me as she held on to me as if I were a dream about to shake her awake. The experience was incomparable to any I had ever had before. With each breath, hers and mine, sometimes together, sometimes purposefully different, I lost myself in the sensation of those soothing hands and slithering mounds of flesh washing across my hairy shore. 

Holly’s nipples were a dark pink, almost an amber-rose color in hue. They were remained amazingly thick and elongated, even in their unexcited state. But being permitted to suck on them at length in that ivory tub, washed by the light of that wick-turned-down lamp, I was granted evidence that it wasn’t only men who got erections when excited. The sensation of my nibbles and bites curved her back and made her hips move from side to side while her arms would occasionally smother me before her hands found their way to the side of my face, drawing me up into an awaiting kiss. Rushing everywhere hither and dither, her eyes searched out my soul as she leaned back to stare at my face.

Eventually Holly made good on her promise. With neither of us being completely toweled dry, we moved across the hall to her bedroom. A cool breeze poured in through the two westward facing windows now shattered and laying on the floor. Her bed’s headboard rested against the hall-side wall, clothed in only a top and bottom sheet and two fluffy feather pillows. A chest of four drawers sat against the same wall but on the other side of the bed while a large dark armoire, running full width of the eastern wall, sat just inside the door. How anyone ever got that up those stairs and maneuvered into that room, I would never find out.

Unlike all the other rooms of the house, this one had wall-to-wall carpeting. It was deep pile and a luxury to walk on. It was also clean and smelling as if only recently installed. And there she knelt, having pushed me back onto the cool crisp sheets of her bed, spreading my legs, resting on elbows and knees, she circled the base of my cock with thumbs and fore fingers. It was evident to even a neophyte like myself, that the woman had done this before. It seemed she liked it. “Eat your heart out Jimmy!” I opined. This is what half the men in town had dreamed of, hoped for and lied about. And yet by some strange twist of fate, it was I, wall-flower Buster, who now, laying on her bed, had her mouth blowing warm breaths across my cock. I wondered if Don’s Mexican heart-throb served him half so well!

There was no rush in her manner though the night was late and most of our energy had already been expended. I doubted whether it was ever with me in mind, but then again, neither did I doubt that here was a woman who truly loved having a man’s cock dancing in her mouth.

Now I’m no circus big man. Holly is five-two in flats, if ever you saw her in them. Her torso was slender yet well toned, almost muscular in calves and biceps. Me? I was maybe six or seven inches taller. Nor would anyone mistake me for an athlete. Yet from lack of home cooked meals and hard work, I wasn’t carrying any noticeable extra poundage. The one thing I did have that wasn’t average, was a cock inherited from my father’s side of the family —to hear my mother tell it. 

My estranged father had died some years before my graduation from high school, a smoker and drinker who supposedly succumbed to natural causes. I had come along late in my parent’s lives, the unexpected solitary child arriving years after having given up trying to have one. When my mom grew more and more despondent as her life ebbed from her, she had from time to time reminisced, as senile people oft times do, giving a nod of the head, making sure I was paying attention before smiling and shocking me with a, ‘and let me tell you, your father was no slouch in bed either!’ describing him, in my words not hers, ‘bigger than your average bear!’ Such things which children never want to hear from their parents.

So maybe all that gave an account for Holly’s seemingly lost attention to that which she held in her hands. Twirling it at the base, Holly slowly sucked the head into her mouth. I imagined her as a pimply-faced, dermatological disaster young girl seemingly always sucking way at a Tootsie Roll Pop with its advertised hidden creamy center, mischievous smile and all. I laid back, lost in yet another sensation which I had never known before. I had r*aped my wife but never had it entered my mind to totally dominate her. Perhaps that was what Martha needed –a strong man who would so totally dominate her so as to separate her from her mother’s wagging tongue. I had been too polite, too forgiving, too much the lesser man. But as I lay there, knowing now what it was like having a woman who wanted all of me, I knew I would now never again settle for anything less. Slowly I wandered off into the night as my hostess served me a large dish of delight.

“GAWD!” she cried, half laughing, half embarrassed, gagging on my creamy surprise. I felt it coming but chose to just lay there, drinking up every nerve sensation from her warm wet mouth. A long slumbering volcano continued to ooze its river of thick cream as I sat up to watch her surprise. Holly sat back on her heels, slowly massaging the wide-eyed wonder as it pooled on top of her hand. Unhurried, she leaned back down to finish the task. Wiping her mouth, giggling a young girl’s contentment, she asked, “Kiss me now?”