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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year ago

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HII!!! and happy birthday to you ♡♡ i love ur works sm, for ur special birthday event, could i request — ryomen sukuna, mean, " i love you, and you don't deserve that " ?? AGAIN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND HAVE THE BEST YEAR!! (｡>﹏<｡) feel free to change it up! you're the birthday author afterall<3

AHH these are late, but in my defense I got very drunk then had to work off the hang over lol.

that being said, thank you so much Nonny!! This is so sweet and I feel kinda bad because this one got pretty dark. Trigger warnings for Domestic abuse, non con/dub con implied, emotional abuse and manipulation, and yandere themes. you have been warned, Dead Dove, Do Not Eat.

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Starring: An cold complicated Ryomen Sukuna, taking it out on a Reader that doesn't deserve it.

There were few things on this earth Sukuna found more vile than humans. Maggots, maybe, but at least maggots served a purpose- they were important to the nutrient cycling of many ecosystems. But what the fuck did human do? They destroyed with reckless abandon, conquered without a second thought, and bread like roaches to continue the destruction long after they were gone. They were creatures of hate. And maybe that’s why Sukuna couldn’t stand them. They were just a little too much like him.

That was all with one exception. Y/n was a human that challenged every thought he had about humans. She was kind and generous, but still not afraid to get her hands dirty for what she believed. She proved that much when she ran out to stop him from destroying some elders home of all fucking things. He didn’t know what was funnier, that she thought she could challenge him, with her meek frame and zero battle experience, or the look on her face when he threw her over his shoulder.

He had planned to throw her to his hoard of underling curses and let them tear her limb from limb. A fitting punishment he thought, she wasn’t really worth his effort. When he got to the throne room, he looked down at the writhing mass of curses below the tall platform his throne sat upon. He watched them all move as one, entangled together in a breathing wet sea of shit and hunger. They needed to eat.

And then he looked at her. The way she clung to his arm, the genuine terror in her eyes. She didn’t look like she had before on the battlefield, so willing to give her life to save another. Now she looked as if her entire being was made of ice and terror, as if she’d shatter if the breeze blew the wrong way. He felt a tightness in his chest, like some otherworldly being was pulling the sinew that laid there apart, cord by cord. And he threw her into his sleeping quarters instead.

And ever since that day all those months ago, Sukuna had been complicated. A fucking human complicated him, it was almost comical. He caught himself being vulnerable around her, and he coludn’t fucking stand it. For every quiet sweet moment they had, he had to double down with two or more acts of brutality to make himself feel better. Except, it never made him feel any fucking better, in fact it made him feel actively fucking worse. The betrayal and hurt behind your eyes always made him feel minuscule, and it only made his hate of you burn even brighter.

It was moments like these that made his skin crawl. When your head was resting on his chest, arms wrapped around your body as best as they could be, legs still trembling in the aftermath of your shared sin. When he realized his heart was calm, and his claws didn’t crave blood in your presence. His reaction to comfort was always visceral anger.

“Get off of me wench.” He growled, jerking his shoulder up and launching you out of your near sleep state. You looked so hurt.

“Oh, this again?” You muttered.

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Whore?” Sukuna scoffed, unable to believe you felt comfortable enough to talk to him with such a tongue.

“Nothing.” You sighed, shaking your head and trying to turn away from him. You didn’t get very far before his talons were digging into your shoulder, forcing you to face him again.

“No no, If you’re going to say something, say it. Don’t try to take the cowardly way out now.” He warned. You shook your head, knowing better than to make eye contact right now.

“I just don’t want to fight-”

“Oh, you think this is a fight?” He laughed, “that would almost be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic.We don't fight Y/n. You forget your place, and I remind you of it. Fighting implies you to be my equal, which you never will be.” he said, his voice dripping in condescension and laced with contempt. His poison shot straight into your heart, coursing through your blood and to your tongue. You were so tired of his bull shit.

“Oh, really?! Is that what happens?!” You laughed back to keep from crying, “Because from my view, You realize you have a heart and get so scared of it, you have to hurt someone smaller than you to feel like a man aga-!” Yea, you weren’t shocked when he struck you. You held your face, knowing there would be a bruise you could take fingerprints off of forming. You’d long since become used to his treatment. He grabbed you by your hair, yanking you to look at him. You could feel individual follicles being pulled from their roots as he raised you off the bed, as he drank in your scream as if it was the finest of wine.

“Listen here Brat,” Ryomen always had a way of making even the most mundane words cut into your soul, “You’d do well to remember who the fuck you are talking to when you speak to me. I am not your friend, I am not your lover, you are fucking nothing to me. You’re less than nothing to me. Wrong me a-fucking-gain and your villiage won’t stop finding pieces of your body.” He snarled, throwing you off the bed.

You braced for impact, but that still didn’t stop the collision from sending sharp waves of anguish through your already bruised ribs. You took in a sharp breath and tried to keep the tears swelling in your eyes from spilling over. He wanted you to cry. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction. You got to your hands and knees as quickly as your body would let you, then sat up as best as you could.

“Do you know what your problem is Sukuna?” You mumbled from the floor. He raised an eyebrow at you, genuinely shocked you had more to say after that. Normally, physical violence shut you up pretty quick.

“And what is that Y/n?” He asked. You took an edge breath in.

“Your problem is that you don’t want to keep being a warlord. You’re tired of it, it bores you, you want to do something else. You found something that only makes that feeling stronger. And you can’t stand it! Because you don’t know who you are. You have no idea who Ryomen Sukuna is without the power and the blood thirst, and that fucking terrifies you.” Sukuna didn’t even argue, and he wasn’t surprised you read him so clearly. You had always seen through him as if he was nothing more than a fragile bubble.

“And do you know what my problem is?” You growled. You waited all of 3 seconds before responding to his silence, “My problem is that I love you. And you don’t deserve that.” A chuckle left Sukuna, but it was humorless. His eyes didn’t hold any anger or angst, he looked as if he was made of stone. He finally got up from the bed, and moved to you. He crouched down to be at your level.

“Things are only going to get worse for you from here on out. I hope you're prepared.” he said, zero emotion making its way to his voice or eyes. He pushed you onto your back before standing up again and leaving the room. Once he was back in his own sleeping quarters, he punched a hole in his wall.

How fucking dare you tell him you loved him! Who the fuck did you think you were?! And why the fuck would you confess that after he threw you to the fucking ground? As if you were nothing more than a used cum rag! He roared as he ripped some random piece of art off the wall and smashed it against the floor, splintering the wooden frame. Your words kept echoing in his head, phantoms that wouldn’t let him rest. I love you, and you don’t deserve it.It made him sick. Because he didn’t deserve it. And because he loved you too, and you truly didn’t deserve that.

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darkdemeter · 10 months ago

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𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈

— BUCKY BARNES COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Dark Pirate! Bucky Barnes x Siren! Female Reader

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

| A/N | DISCRETION |

A/N — Ey yo let’s go! Here it is, part 2!

Dark, pirate Bucky — possessive Bucky, also feat. possessive reader — profanity — angst! — mention of alcohol — pet names ("Siren") — SMUT 18+ Minors DNI — unprotected (given) p in v sex — mention of marks/hickeys — there be depiction of wenches/prostitutes — semi-exhibitionism — mention of memory wipe through magic — minor cigar consumption (not reader) — very brief depiction of harm against a crew member — Rumlow, he's a bit of a sly creep — I think that's it?

| SUMMARY |

You are his siren. Why do you insist on your curiosity when you know it will only get you into trouble? In your captain's search for the ancient treasure, a temple only you know the location of, the voyage will take momentary port in Nassau. Mina, a fellow siren, reveals to you the dark truth that you have been blind to. Lied to. She encourages you to take back the necklace. The time to be a siren is now, to lure your captain into a false sense of devotion, that your sights and desires only draw to him; and not the necklace bound to his hand and the secrets he's been keeping from you.

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Dawn kisses the horizon’s rolling waters, erasing the wicked hue of intermingling black and blue with colours brighter, more promising, to bloom over sky and sea. A sight that portraits serenity in order to inspire a welling of hope. The flaming orb of heat commands to stir the once slumbering crew into action. Little does it work to awaken your captain, already awake and buried deep in the channel of your cunt, his cock surges forward aggressively, tip kissing your cervix with each powerful snap of his hips.

Relentless, he rolls in tandem with the rock of the ship, a string of grunted breaths and deep, stuttering groans thrum in the cavern of his large chest, heart hammering against his ribcage.

He pulls from you another countless orgasm to add to another countless hour of this tortuous bliss. A flushing, white and hot, seizes hold of you and beckons your body to respond accordingly, trained in his art of greed your legs drag over the terrain of defined muscle to bring him impossibly closer. Skin melding to inked skin, sweat laced bodies mingling in heated, frictional euphoria.

“Y’love that, Siren? Huh,” he pants on the shell of your ear, “love it when I have you full of me?”

You mewl a small, whiney sound.

“Yes—” you intake sharply, “C-Captain…”

“Aye, say it again.” He growls deeply, teeth nip the lobe of your ear, his nose buried in the crook of your neck inhales deeply the sweet dew of your flushed skin. Rough and strong, his hands have yours pinned, as he does your entire body, pressed against blood-red and snowy white velvets and silks and dark, exotic furs once belonging to pompous princes. Now, they belong to the king of the sea and his siren. Hips rolling together in time, fingers interlacing, woven together in bound strength to hold each other as guarded lifelines, the webbing between your slender digits draws and withdraws from their tucked beds of skin. Pupils conflict between dark, slitted lines and circular globes of blackness blown in pleasure.

“Shit… fuck– so fuckin’ tight, Siren!” he hisses, “mine… only mine.”

Already your core burns enticingly, welcoming another orgasm that follows closely behind your one just prior. His navel arcs to brush your clit, the girth of his cock strikes true each time, he pummels harder and faster, his tip the only portion to remain before he thrusts forward with a moistened glide.

Corded notes of pleasure are threaded into hitched knots, producing small, hiccuping whines as your abused, slickened walls constrict around his cock to milk him of every drop. The small bridge of your back arches, the smooth surface of your salty skin gliding over the defined divots and scars of his muscular front, inch by inch you feel him everywhere; both outside and inside.

He’ll never let you go. As a man who prides himself in the fine freedoms of piracy, he’s a blackened heart that guards you with vigorous possessiveness. Nor do you think you’re capable of ever leaving him. He is all you have. He is yours just as much as you are his.

The treasure he covets with unmatched greed. No woman on this earth could ever encounter what you have above you and between your quivering legs that loop tightly over his strong waist. And because of this, you equally covet this treasure of yours.

His cock ruts your cervix roughly, tugging forth a long, high noted yelp underlined with a breathy huff, the rhythm of his hips stutters at the sound. His pink lips find yours, tongue drawing over your own, your submission allowing him to do as he pleased. He feeds off the chorus of your breathless song, a song meant just for him. Because of him.

“Fuckin’ hell…” His voice rasps, teeth sinking into the bend where your shoulder and neck meet. “Love it when y’sing for m— me.” A gut-emitted groan reverberates in his chest, Skin meets skin in synchronised slapping, raw and primal with need. Wooden legs rub and claw the floorboards with heavy creaks.

“L–look atcha… huh, whiney and cock drunk– mmm, gonna make you scream for me, Love.”

His thrusts grow as ruthless as the brewing storms of the sea, lashing and rocking you beyond the point of refusal. There is no denying, no pushing away. Not when it comes to your captain.

“C’mon, Siren—” He pants with a series of rushing thrusts that pin you down. “Sing for me.”

The erected peeks of your breasts are tender as they push against his chest. You whimper softly.

“Captain…”

“Aye, louder,” he growls. Of his flesh hand, his knuckles whiten dangerously until the skin melts over bone. Another harsh snap of his hips sends you spiralling on the verge of your orgasm.

“Captain—” you gasp and he bites down into the bevel between your collarbone with a rasping growl. “Captain!”

Your velvety walls tighten around the hardened length penetrating you, filling you, his cock encumbered by the vice of your cunt. The blinding flash covers your vision and heat spreads through every corner of your body, leaving nothing but a siren blinded in lustful bliss. He groans with each drag and push, muscles glistening in the soft glow of the rising sun. The flowing wave of his precious seed finds purchase in your lower abdomen.

It’s not until he completely empties his hot load, does he finally slow his pace to a stop. Above you he pants heavily, each breath reminding you of the sea’s spray and sun-tainted breeze that tousles the darkened locks of his hair.

Your energy sapped from the unbridled temper of your beloved captain, you find reprieve in the gentleness of his tongue tracing the numerous dark marks covering your skin - his marks.

“Know this…” His voice rumbles lowly, his flesh hand harbouring the necklace dangles it mere inches over your parted lips. “There is nothing for you to find in a dried pearl, Siren. I am all you need.”

Metal squeezes your jawline, pursuing your understanding. The pink tip of his tongue wets his lips and he arches a brow.

“Yes…”

You needn’t be jostled twice by the threat of his grasp, you whisper, voice barely audible, “…Captain.”

“Atta girl.”

Arriving at port in Nassau means safe haven for the crew of The Avenger, a chance to rekindle spirits with a few dozen barrels of liquor and a woman’s belly to keep any weathered sailor happy. In the Caribbean’s turning and heating morn, gulls scavenge for pickings of food, the white banks of sand converging with the blue tinged tide bathe the nudity of your feet with absorbed heat, it brings an irate wince to cross your features. Over the vast stretch of beach and headed further inland, the jolly tune of harboured pirates emit from the wooden, creaky shacks, if not counting the ruckus of noisy patrons enjoying their paid company.

Never did your captain have need for such sleaziness, such lazed women who lounge in wait for coins to fill the near-always empty drawstring bag tied to their thigh. He had you. To hold you close to the scorching warmth of his battle hardened body, to passionately entangle your limbs in an endless thread of desire, and to bask in the radiance that is one another; the possession of a companion no other can have.

And your own guard for your beloved captain doesn’t go unnoticed, by either him or the hungering gazes of those women yet in wait, your arms encircling around the bulk of Bucky’s flesh arm, in your neck the muscles strain as your fangs become elongated in a threatening display, the disguise of your eyes falters into narrow strips of glaring obsidian.

These women are no strangers to the presence of sirens, in spite of the limited number of population, a siren’s prize is never to be taken from her.

“Easy, Lass,” Bucky coos, lips drawn on either side into a charming grin. “There’s none suiting my fancy but you.”

His assurances brighten refocused pupils and the lines around your mouth pull into a smirk. The now scornful glares of ladies unworthy of his time burn into you, and you in turn purse the tip of your tongue between your lips in retaliation. Behind, you hear a few members of the crew huff in their amusement.

With the crew tailing loyally behind their captain, each body a weighted husk ready to drown themselves in all that Nassau offers, the striking colour of a scarlet coat saunters forward in the corner of your vision. In a briefly stolen glance to your side, the brilliance of her green irises invade you with a soulless engagement, full lips drawn into a thin line and below the crimson stripe of her bandana, her brows are furrowed.

It comes to mind Bucky’s attendance on deck to anchor the ship at port, and so too does the possible thought that during that increment amount of time, Bucky could have very well informed Wanda of your curious skirmish ending in upheaval, caught red handed in the act.

And yet the events, the memory of what you experienced - the estranged bond you shared with the necklace - all of it remains. No bouts of stomach churning nausea or blurred hazes that leave you to stumble on your two feet, abandoning you to the mindless plane of confusion where memory is your worst and forgotten enemy.

And you prefer to keep it that way. These invasions that leave you more curious, sensing something greatly amiss the more of its occurrence is known, perhaps it’s best if you surrender the search. Your captain is all you need. Nevermind the ghostly songs that haunt the realm beneath the surface. Maybe, just maybe, there is good reason why you don’t remember anything. And if you cease this affair, then maybe with the grace of your beloved, that there will be no need to be swallowed into the misty thicket of her dark, scarlet magic.

I am my captain’s siren. I must remain with him. He is all I have. All I want to have…

‘Mm hm, mm hm, mm~hmm~hm~mm… mhm.,.’

The melody chimes to lure your attention, the trickery of the voices blooms thickly throughout the forefront of your mind. You press to ignore the empty promise of their secrets revealed. This search ends now. No more. In defiance to the woeful, bleeding song of murmured hums, your arms hold tighter to Bucky, his chin dips low as his blue eyes look you over, gorgeous eyes of the ocean, captured within the handsome sculpture of his visage. A forbidden make of marble, carven with perfection in mind.

‘Mm hm, mm hm, mm~hm—’

“Something the matter, Siren?” thrums the husky drawl of your captain. You turn your eyes - your entire form of attention - to him, devoting it to him alone, and not to the tune that wanes with grieving cries that drown in the mists of that plane. You shake your head with refined elegance and bring a smile to grace him with.

“Nothing, my Captain,” you purr sweetly. Voice soft enough to easily die in the crashing of heavy waves, but so throbbing to the heart that the lilted beat of your voice could never be lost to him. Bucky grins at your words, respite is found in the security of your vow. Not only does your answer satisfy him immensely, but it draws Wanda’s intense focus away from you.

The quartermaster, Steve Rogers, is met in an engulfing embrace by a striking brunette with bouncy curls, lips bright and red and grinning, brown eyes sparkling in the Nassau’s brimming sun. Truth be told, she was far too pretty to be a mere human, her beauty akin to a glistening ruby, and maybe it saddens you the littlest bit that she foresees you with eyes of weariness rather than friendliness.

Perhaps if she were a siren herself, you’d both have settled together rather fondly as friends - as bonded sisters. But alas, with her own treasure now ashore for now, she takes to him and welcomes him with moaning cords and absorbing kisses, Bucky chuckles slyly with a wink to his exhausted friend.

Weather-beaten tables score the large deck of the tavern, most of them being vacant outside, but given the beginnings of your skin drying out, Bucky takes care to situate you as close to a shaded spot. Something you are noticeably grateful for with your cheek nuzzling into the openly revealed space of his chest, the belted strips of leather strapped over his chest warm your skin as well as his skin.

Casting you in flittering shadows are the swaying palms, their long and prickly spine leaves howling in the sea’s constant winds driven ashore. While other members of the crew flee to their own affairs to relax, those of Bucky’s inner circle remain close, like cards held to his chest, and you being the winning ace of his games, are held the closest.

“Restock of the ship’s supplies will take all day, not to mention, the girl needs a few restorations herself,” says Bruce, spectacles resting low upon the bridge of his nose, eyes finalising his scrawlings as his voice confirms. His hand runs over the plump of his cheek with a drained sigh, middle finger pushing the brass loop of his glasses upwards.

“And that’ll spend us… half our funds.”

“Wouldn’t need to waste so much coin on crackers ‘nd other shite, had someone not snuck ‘round like a rat.” Clint’s eyes squint in his accusation towards none other than the master of maps and navigation, Stark, who partakes in defending himself behind a weak shrug.

“There’s actual rats aboard. T’wasn’t me.”

Clint’s upper lip curls into a sneer, the ship’s cook primed to render Stark into salted meatloaf, a dullened knife he took to using in both battle and kitchen is held in his nimble fingers.

“Fuckin’ thievin’—”

“Quit your squabbling,” rumbles your captain, “strike what isn’t needed for the voyage. Double on reinforcements and armoury.” His gruff voice sends tingles through your still connected cheek to his front, content in hearing its booming and steady beat. Bruce nods and returns his gaze downward to his leatherbound companion, quill resipping ink, he scribbles into his book once again, humming and murmuring to himself.

Bruce Banner, though quite brutal in the midst of battles, is a relatively quiet man who tends to keep to himself for most of his membership as a crewmate. Often he dwells below decks, counting stock, taking note of damages and overall engaging the skin of parchment rather than a woman.

Not to completely disregard the sometimes scarce glances between himself and the fiery, flintlock dancer herself, Natasha, eyes meeting between the wooden blanks separating their worlds from dark to light. If history is planted there, there is little to know in your knowledge - your hazy knowledge. From what you’ve gathered, Natasha has a tongue that leaves many of the males on board chest torn and heart bleeding, in dire need for her to bandage them with a moment of her time. Time that she rather spent either dancing in the heat of conflict, pulling the ship in order or occupy herself with you.

In comparison to the neighbouring woman often skulking silently by Bucky’s heel like a prowling animal on a leash, Natasha offered you what nobody else truly had; a connection. Someone you can maybe call friend.

By no means is she completely softened around you, she pushes you beyond your limits, but in her interactions with you, she layers herself with a bout of steadiness and calm to keep you level headed at best. She even takes the time to teach you letters and words of human speech. Too nervous to ask such a tedious task of your own captain, it had been Natasha called upon to teach you.

Under her mentorship, she had governed you away from the native tongue of your sea dwelling folk, and what had at first been mistaken as the ship’s adored feline, Alpine coughing up a fish bone, had just been you taking the first step in learning to speak the language of humans. Only then and afterwards did your captain also take part in your teaching, albeit through a more erotic means of lessons behind the closed door of his cabin.

Steve returns with a sway to his step, Peggy held snug to his hip, the two bound by invisible, sticky sap that glues them together. “We’ve drinks comin’, Cap!” He laughs with a clap to Bucky’s broad shoulder, jostling you forward with a startled whine, eyes stinging and dry in alertness.

You miss catching it at first, the sharpened glare of ice in his eyes towards Steve for his abrupt disturbance of you, the blonde haired man, lass-drunken already, clicks his tongue with a grimace of offered sincerity, uttering a quiet apology under his heated breath.

Bucky is only willing to let his scowl go after you assure the quartermaster that there is no harm done, excusing yourself that your fatigue had gotten the better of your guard.

Flared tempers now cooled, Steve leans back against the rickety stage of the deck’s plank railing. The ruffled skirts of his companion’s dress ride a little higher on her thigh as she rests it over his lap, drawstring bag visible… and fattened with coin. Paid very early in advance. Paid full with at least three weeks worth of salary strapped to her leg.

A chorus of cheers spill out into the open air when tankards of foam-headed refreshments are delivered. Tony’s chapped lips bend around a cigar stick, catching a flame to his match by the heel of his boot, he lights it and puffs a smog that brings your nose to wrinkle and lungs to jump.

“Right,” he says, the end of the word lost in its pronunciation, “Down ter business.” The master of maps of navigation procures from his coat rolled parchments and lays them flat to the wooden rot, he knocks a knuckle hard in indication of the pirate’s haven.

“We’re here, Lassy. Show us where it is.” Silence falls over those of the inner circle, each pair of eyes lace between the strewn papers and your expression, gauging the lines around your eyes that speak of your concentration. In wait for either your truthful answer or another lie.

The tips of your fingers run the inked lines that describe the landmarks of islands, points of interest, known ship routes and x marks, whilst your captain’s own fingers trace along the outer of your thigh teasingly beneath the cover of your robe and the table. His touch is distracting you, but could you be to blame for their failure in search of the ancient treasure? After all, your memory wasn’t of best quality these days.

Tony rolls his fingers in a drumming pattern, each minute it grows louder and pounds in your eardrums, the wafting curtain of thick, cigar smoke clouds your senses.

Your captain, scowling at this, shoots his metal arm forward and plucks the cigar from Tony’s mouth and pushes the burning ash and tobacco into the veiny hide of his bare hand. Tony bites a string of curses as his hand retracts.

“Next time, it’s shoved down your fuckin’ throat, got it?”

“Aye, Cap…,” mutters Tony. He shoots you a seething glare but nevertheless, relinquishes his attempts to intimidate you into answering.

“You forget, sirens speak a certain way.” Comes the low purr of his lilt, breath hot against the shell of your ear, the encouragement of his hand snakes your thigh over into his lap, leaving your core, though hidden to others, exposed to his addictive touch. Your breath becomes latched in your lungs, struggling to be free and your toes curl as his flesh hand slips between your parted legs. “You just need to know how…”

You barely hide the hiccup in your erupting breath. His thumb, rough and firm, toys with the delicate bud that spurs the welling of arousal to moisten your folds. Behind the sealed line of his lips, he breezes a rich chuckle that courts you with promised, devoting attention to your clit, circling it slowly as the long, thick body of his middle finger runs further down your folds. The chill of gold grinds into your skin gently, the pearl hums lowly in the deep reverie of your mind once more, grazing your skin with a harmonic resurgence against the combating of Bucky’s explorative touch.

If the air had been thick with the sun’s heat before, then it was downright unbreathable now, your skin aches and itches to be submerged in the tranquil waters. You all but claw a single rocky formation on the far edge of the map. All eyes zero in on the point, taking in the towering form of inked rocks.

“You’ve to be jokin’,” Clint hisses quietly. Sam Wilson is the next to speak with a sigh, “That’s a death wish, Captain.”

“Siren, you’re sure?” Your head bows slowly to Bucky’s question and his thumb ceases its movement. Your finger situated over the landmark trembles, your throat is dry, saliva collects in thick rivulets and makes it difficult to swallow your despair.

Hushed whispers fall over the crew as Bucky’s smouldering eyes darken in thought, contemplating the high stakes. For your finger lands not just on the precise location of the temple harbouring the world’s greatest treasure horde any pirate or king alike could dream of.

It spans over into dangerous, uncharted territory. Territory that resides as a mass graveyard for ships and souls. The Misted Song Isles.

A bedded corner of the world untouched by sunlight, forever shrouded in a mist that never falters in its opacity, leaving many blinded to the ambushing predators that await them.

These cousins are the cause of your repulsion. They are not sirens. They do not possess the ability to sing beautifully anymore. That which haunts the mists are not curated melodies to turn a heart soft and a man stirred in longing, no, but devilish shrieks and wallowing howls that scream in revel of their kill.

“Captain, think about this for a sec—” The quartermaster, as is everyone else, silenced within an instant. You yelp and pull your hand close to your chest as the sharpened point of a blade punctures right where your finger had been. Your heart races against your ribcage.

“We set sail at dawn.”

His command goes unchallenged and hangs in the eeriness of uncertainty. His lips formulate into that smirk, daring of the course ahead, ready to face whatever thrilling adventure awaits him and his hardened crew.

“Prepare yourselves. We’ll soon amass a fortune like no other. Riches beyond belief,” Bucky preaches with a deepened, growling cord, thumb reviving the pleasing buzz between your thighs. Your head presses back into his shoulder, arching your core slightly into his hand. “I’ve never known those of my crew to shrink away from glory and plunder. So what of it, mates? Are you lot ready to take what’s ours?”

“Aye!” erupts a booming throng of cheers and hollering, tankards fly skyward with trickling, foamy ales, and fists pound the tables enthusiastically. From you, Bucky draws a softened, pleasured whine only captured by his ears, a musical note he licks his teeth in savouring delight.

“What a rousing speech, Captain Barnes. Touches my own heart.” The inner circle becomes disrupted, parting into a narrow corridor to give their captain sight of the outsider. Bucky’s thumb comes to pause again, much to the displeasure of your quiet grumbling, your eyes seek out the intruder and gape with widened eyes.

“Rumlow,” growls Bucky. His hand bares upon your thigh a tightening squeeze.

Brock Rumlow, captain of The Lady Strike, stands present, brown coat beaten and done in by the rough life at sea, tricorn equal in match to the rest of his dishevelled attire. Dark, matted and oily hair is swept behind his ears, stubble very much unkempt and in need of a shave. His brown eyes take in the near bareness of your form, your hand pulls the robe’s fabric over your already covered breasts, and Bucky curls you further inward, protecting you from the fowl leering of Rumlow’s dark eyes. His jaw is set hard as a deep, possessive growl emits from his large chest, the storm of his jealousy on the rise.

With a cock of his head, Tony shoves the plans back into the confines of his coat with a huff, missing the tangy flavour of his cigar.

By now, those of Rumlow’s crew move in behind him, a battle of glares and curled snarls, only one amongst the opposing crew brings a grin to fall over your face, eyes brightened in relief. Long, raven black hair sweeping down the curve of her back, strips of plaits are decorated with beads and small shells, A tall and lean build of a woman a few years older of your age, eyes the shape of almonds and disguised as kindly, sparkling hazels of greens and browns.

Her thin lips form a smile to match her tender features. You barely have another chance to second guess your next move, taking care to keep the intricately patterned robe around to protect your modesty, you push yourself away from your captain and fly into her open arms, her embrace a welcomed one after all these weeks.

“Mina!”

She greets your name with a softened breath, the calming lull of a siren’s power. The prodding of shells poke into your chest, but you pay little heed to them, too much absorbed into a fellow siren’s hold. To be held and nurtured by one so connected to the sea as you, and who is also held prisoner above its beckoning tides.

“My dear, your skin!” she gasps. Her lithe fingers skim the lengths of your exposed shoulders, shoving under the flowy sleeves to do the same along your arms. “How long has it been since—”

“She does not speak that way anymore.”

The voice of your captain is sharp, cutting right through to the bone, it chills you. You know you did wrong by your actions, caught in the flurry of your excitement to meet Mina. He hadn’t expressed his permission for you to leave his side.

Her eyes forecast the irritated slits, the ridge of her mouth shifting. You shake your head quickly. “Don’t…”

She listens to your plea and directs her gaze aside, retrieving back a more composed appearance. “Apologies, Captain Barnes. I forget her tongue falters and is now consumed by human speech. Please, forgive me.”

His eyes stare point blank akin to the barrel of his flintlock, finger locked ahold of the trigger and primed to fire a metal ball right between her eyes. He takes into account that her voice is dry in its sincere case that begs forgiveness. A case he finds unmoving.

And so it falls to you. Her arms fall from around you reluctantly, you press on towards Bucky, hands caressing the carved shape of his jawline. “Please, Captain… forgiveness?”

For a moment he is silent, his stare unwavering and unblinking, it churns your innards unassuredly. “Aye.” His response brings you to breathe again with a smile. You swallow thickly, steadying yourself with the words you have become accustomed to, at first rehearing it over in your thoughts before you speak.

“May I go to the Pools? My skin… is dry.” As if to further accentuate, the inflection of your voice matches your statement, having to clear your throat gently.

He nods. “Very well, Love. Hour’s half.” Ingratiating yourself in his good graces, you capture his lips in yours, his own chase after your brief kiss but the embarrassment that they give away just how parched your body is steers you away quickly.

You are blind to the narrowing of cold, steely eyes following Mina who walks at your side, arms encircling around you protectively, her own eyes meeting the ferocity of Bucky’s glare, her own hardened stare watered down to save you from being caught in the crossfire for her temper. She knows that you would suffer just as well as her if Bucky turned his decision around.

The conversing crews are drowned out noise in the back of your head, Mina guides you along the dirt path towards the haven’s centre.

The Pools, a central hub that extends low into the island’s heart, and a system of interconnected tunnels for sirens to rejuvenate their exerted bodies, confining them to an enclosure with no means to swim directly back into the ocean. By all means, it was a natural formation turned into a cage.

Peering over the rocky lips, the inviting waters below reflect minute glimpses of the sun, a portion of it concealed under the shrubbery and towering palms. The hue of bright blue blankets the surface before the long stretch of abyssal black that cascades down the rock walls.

The waters, as expected, are vacant of any other sirens, and those scarce few could only be seen in flashes of shining scales and shadows moving beneath, dipping into the mouths of the tunnels. Hidden from sight.

You shed the covering of your robe and set it aside, its luxurious fabric smelling of yours and Bucky’s intermingling scents, the decorative stitchwork and colours flaunt it as one of a kind, a nabbed piece from a Japanese merchant schooner Bucky and his crew pillaged, and which your captain presented to you as a gift. The first of many he would later present. Intriguing artefacts.

Mina didn’t have need to discard herself of human-given clothing, plunging into the heavenly waters before you, her attire made with the natural ingredients of the sea, leather strips and woven cords stretch around her chest and back with rings of shells to fasten over it, keeping her breasts pushed together. The wispy lengths of her skirt flows with sheeted seaweed, circling around her slim waist as a ghostly curtain. You follow not long after with an eager dive, your nude skin is soothed by the cool waters. Your legs morph together into the singular, powerful tendril of your trail, the webbed fins attached to your lower back flutter like the wings of a dove finding freedom on the winds.

Your bodies take refuge below the surface, skin no longer assaulted by the lacerations of the sun’s light and blazing scorch. How sailors could idle by whilst under the cruelty of it, you will never understand. Your back arches into a spiralling twist, a high pitched chirp bouncing from your throat and coursing through your gills.

You bask in the excitement with Mina who twists and bends, circling you with a teasing swish of her tail, she gargles a sweet note that bubbles around her lips, her forehead presses to yours affectionately.

She intends to regard you with the native speech of your kind but stops, brows falling into a firm, saddened line over her eyes. In shame, your head bows.

Those of your crew may have stripped you of your right to recollect the siren dialect, but if she can count on anything, it is the motion of her hands and arms. The common communication of one’s body.

In a sequence of expertise, her arms rotate and her fingers stretch and curl.

What do you remember?

Your eyes analyse her movement, careful to decipher her code. Not as fluent, given the occasional puzzled twist of her head, followed by a nod of understanding and correcting signal, she encourages through your hesitation, wanting for your answer.

I… remember a necklace. Bound to my Captain’s wrist.

And what did this necklace look like?

Again, it takes you a moment to find the rhythm of your response, her eyes narrow in their deep seated concentration, almond curved eyes that widen upon realisation.

You tell her of the golden chain, sleek and elegantly thin yet strengthened, the many, tiny crystallised pearls that line the gilded netting over one larger pearl, with a finer shaped one looped beneath it that dangles.

Given her momentary pause, you nervously motion.

What is it?

She raises her hand over her head, webbed fingers fused together, she rotates her wrist in circles.

Royalty. Pearls represent royalty.

The sudden confusion presently blinking in your eyes gives Mina reason to continue. She moves quickly, it’s hard to exactly understand, you motion for her to pace herself, that you’re struggling. With an apologetic chirp, she starts over.

You must get it back. That necklace is more significant to you than you realise. Undoubtedly, a gift from your late mother—

I don’t understand! What… of my mother?

Mina truly sees the sickening infection of your hazy memory, all too aware that it’s the doing of that scarlet witch, tainted by the dark magics that spawn from the mangroves, the teachers there no strangers to utilising sirens as part of their rituals. And all by the order of your captain. A crew lacing you with deceit.

Her waterline is touched by tears that form into uplifting bubbles. She organises her words slowly. Each one brings a sharp pang to your chest and your stomach to drop further and further down into the abyss below.

Your mother - the Queen - is dead.

Your heart is scored by the penetrating daggers of Poseidon's trident, the creeping of unnatural coldness sweeps the back of your neck and down over your shoulders, you huddle into yourself. You shake your head and it ensues into a maddening display of denial, your body trembles, the water grows increasingly troubled, once a calm settlement over the surface now laps at the surrounding edges of the enclosure.

This cannot be right, this cannot be the truth. No, you don’t wish to believe it. A weight is crushing around your chest, you want to resurface. For the first time, you crave to be out of the water. All you seek now is the scent of your captain washing over you, drowning you passionately in his possessive devotion, to be treasured by him and him alone, bathed in his dominating presence. His shadow.

At this point, you’d happily let him fuck the knowledge out of you.

In your abrupt desperation you take to moving swiftly, your head breaches through the barrier with a sputtering fit of coughs and gulps, but Mina follows you. Her webbed hand catches your wrist, her voice plucks through the ripples like the baritone string of a guitar. She calls for you to wait. Gently, she coaxes you to delve below once more, her eyes imploring you to remain, to not go running off to the very same man who wants for you and holds you captive.

The milky glaze of your eyes brim with tears, tiny bubbles run to the corners before they float upwards.

She rests her head to yours, silky thumbs caring over the form of your cheeks, running smoothly under the bend of your tearful eyes. When she believes you have calmed, she asks another question.

What else about this necklace can you tell me?

I hear… voices. A-a melody. I don’t– don’t understand the words. It plays faintly.

If the crew who harbours you stays for the festivities tonight, get the necklace and bring it to me. I may be able to appraise it.

A lump catches in your throat, eyes bearing your terror, the harrowing thought of being caught again. You aren’t sure if the potential of another scarlet mist is worth the risk.

Steal it? I-I can’t! He’d know if I stole—

You cannot steal what’s already yours, young one. Besides, you know just the way to get it from him. I saw the softened regard in his gaze for you.

What she suggests is laughable, and your disagreement shows, your head shaking and throat bobbing in motion akin to a scoff. But still, her insinuation brings warmth to bloom in your cheeks. Her brows furrow at this display, tail idly swaying, the length of her hair creating a dark, winding halo behind her. She dissects the gestures of your words.

His gaze never softens to me…

In spite of this, she rolls her eyes, but they are hopeful in their stare towards you. You were done with the search… before. Now, you want answers.

“Siren!” A familiar voice booms, tone muffled by the watery barrier. Answering his summons, you return to the world above, sighing a deep breath of air, the few faces you recognise are mere blurs, unfocused in your vision. Your eyes meet the wintery cold of his eyes, not softened, and clouded in their ever present desire to have you under him - pinned skin to skin to him - and his beautiful lips shaped into a smirk. His stance high above you dominates you in his darker shadow that casts over the water.

“Hope you’re in a festive mood, my little Siren.”

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 months ago

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Hi, can you please do a romantic jack sparrow x reader headcanon where the reader was brutally SA’ed in the past and she has frequent nightmares and triggers, and jack knows about it, how would be comfort her? Thanks!

Hi there! I finished your request ☺️🤗. Comments, feedback, and reblogs are appreciated.

Requests: open

Warning: implied mention of SA.

Tortuga is a place with no laws or consequences. You had always loathed this place, ever since you had set foot onto the excreable streets. Sailors and wenches would bellow out laughter, holding tankards in the air as they sing, a drop of nelson's blood or rum on the rocks, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, or drunken sailor.

You were a fortune teller, a side job you picked up after refusing to be one of the tavern wenches. You wore skirts made from rags sold from second-hand fabric merchants who claimed they were of good value.

You often held your business behind the faithful bride, a tavern with constant attention.

At night, you baracaded your doors and windows inside a small shack, trying to sleep on the make shift bed, made from old cotton blankets and quilts. You hated sleeping, even more so dreaming. The dreams you had were dreadful and—horrific.

You had nightmares, nightmares of your past that turned your life upside down. You felt their shadows lurking around the corner despite no one being there. Every time a sailor touched a wench you could feel your skin wither with fear. You never wanted to be touched, nor handled in such a manner.

From the dark past of your mind, there was a reason you hated this place. Why chills of sweat run down from anyone attempting to seduce you. Why you dread being touched.

One day, an infamous face appeared within the faithful bride. Jack Sparrow. Now, you had heard of him, but never had you seen him. He drunkily tottered and teetered around whilst keeping his balance. You were even more impressed he managed to keep the bottle of rum within his hand.

He stood directly in front of you, surprising not acknowledging your presence, ar first, taking more interest in the grog.

As Jack popped open the lid, placing the rim to his lips, his eyes glanced to yours. He was rather taken by your presence, looks, and rather, interesting tale.

He stumbled to you with his hands still out to his sides. "And you, I don't believe I've met you before. Let's see, hmmm—haven't crossed you no bad blood, aven't' lost me ead' yet? What's your name?."

He raised an eyebrow with a curious gaze, twirling his goatee.

"I don't give out names out of free will." You were quite stand-offish not taking any chances.

"Hm? Free will's an interestin' thin' darlin' we all dream it, that's the perks of bein' a pirate, no laws, no rules, the salty sea sprayin' on your face as you stand up on the prowl."

You turned fascinated by Jack's words.

"I respect your independent spirit, I do have an offer. Consider this our little accord, I can show you what freedom really means, if you come with me, on the pearl—." Jack's word's lit up at the word freedom. You, however, found it hard to believe him. After all, he was a stranger, and yet, due to your past, you found it hard to trust anyone.

"I don't know if I can entirely trust you." You said rather weary. "I have no interest in becoming a wench nor being a strumpet for your entertainment."

Jack held his hands in the air, pouting "no ill-intention darlin', me hands are all clean, I won't try anythin' lest you ask me too, I let lasses come out of their own free will."

"I only ask for you to come on board, cross me heart swear to die I won't do anythin." He held out his hand.

You took it out of curiosity, Jack could see the fear in your eyes, he knew something was up but didn't dare ask.

After your meeting, Jack would visit you often, taking you on the pearl to show you around. Still on his word, he never touched you, but eventually you opened up.

You started to develop romantic feelings for Jack. However, he started to piece it all together only after when you begun to have nightmares.

Jack would try to calm you by hugging you while you slept. Whispering things in your ear, "they aren't here darlin', no one's going to hurt you."

He knows what happened. He knows how it affected you. He looks down on men like that. He loathes it even if he swindles his way with women. He would never force himself to touch them.

He would slowly learn about you, knowing where and where not to touch.

You allowed him to hug you as you slept. When he was out at sea, he would visit you frequently, gifting you treasure although has a hard time sharing rum.

One time, he only allowed you to drink his own rum.

He gave you a small flintlock for self defence.

You weren't there yet with the entire crew but Jack would always keep you close to introduce you.

Eventually, you opened up to a relationship, but Jack wasn't entirely committed to marriage yet. He loved the idea of freedom, and so did you. Jack didn't have his way with women anymore when he met you.

He would be open to the idea of a commitment with you but, only when you were ready and treated you like his pirate queen.

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dellalyra · 1 year ago

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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

A/N: a request from my angel @soraya-daydreams <3 and an homage to episode 3

CW: fluff, mutual pining, Suguru can’t handle this anymore, hints at spice so mdni.

“So… are they always like this?” The young Riko Amanai asks Geto Suguru, who’s sitting beside her on sun lounger on the beach as they watch a lanky white haired being chased by a cackling young woman, who was waving a pile of seaweed at him.

“This is mild.” Suguru rolls his eyes.

“And they’re definitely not dating?” Riko asks, disbelieving.

“Nope.”

“But? They’re completely in love with each other?” Riko presses.

“Yup. Have been since day one too. Dumbasses.” He rolls his eyes. He laughs to himself thinking of the tissue he passed to Satoru earlier, nosebleed effective immediately the second you walked out in your swimwear.

“Dumbasses.” The girl agrees, nodding her head.

Geto takes his phone from his pocket and opens the video camera app.

“Riko - will you say what you noticed about Y/N and Gojo?” He asks, pressing record.

The girl smiles and faces the camera.

“These two are completely in love, it’s so cute! He’s obviously like, crazy about her - the way he looks at her is just the cutest! She’s like - constantly looking at him too, she started blushing so much earlier when he fixed her hair I thought she’d faint.” She says, as she points to the two figures still running around the beach.

Geto stops recording and sends the video to Shoko, knowing she’ll definitely get a kick out of it.

Meanwhile, down the beach - you had just been tackled into the sand, a large pale hand grasping the back of your head as you tumble down.

“No! No more seaweed for you, young lady! You’re too dangerous, it’s a weapon above your grade.” Satoru says as he uses a beach to take the slimy plants from your hand and whoosh it back into the ocean.

“Give it back, asshole! I found it, so it’s mine - and if I want to throw it at you then I will!” You say as you (fruitlessly) try to wrestle out of his grasp.

“Absolutely not! Nope! Look, it’s gone now. I’ve disarmed you. Submit to me, wench.” He laughs as he leans in to tickle your sides.

The voice in your head whispers that you’ll submit to him any day, and in that moment you’ve never been more glad nobody here can read minds.

That thought seems to click something in your mind as you realise the position you’re now in.

You lay, flat on your back on the soft, warm sand as Satoru hovers over you, thighs caging in your hips and arms pinning your wrist above your head. You feel your face flush, and you feel his breath on your face take a sharp intake as he obviously snaps out of the sunny reverie too.

He lets go of your wrists, quickly covering his flush with a smirk and a joke. He takes a moment to admire you, shining in the sun and all your curves and edges looking tantalisingly soft - every inch of you sheer, lust-inducing perfection to him. He whips his head away, staring any longer would cause consequences that his thin swim shorts wouldn’t be able to hide.

“If I find a sea cucumber, it’s on sight.” He says, poking your nose and trying to hide the slight tremble in his hands as he rolls of you and picks you up to toss you over his shoulder. He thinks you might be the only person capable of flustering him this much, he’s Gojo Satoru - the strongest, incapable of being demeaned. Yet with you, he’s just Satoru.

He likes that.

A lot.

You squeal as he begins to run with you over his shoulder to where the others are sitting. Riko making a sandcastle with Kuroi nearby, and Geto sitting eating some sushi from the store you got your day’s supplies.

After your (fruitless) fight, Satoru sets you down on the second sun lounger so gently, as if you were a feather, and pats your head. You place your big floppy sun hat on your head, to afford you some protection in the midday rays and reapply some sunscreen to your arms and legs. As you squeeze the bottle, you notice it says that it’s not waterproof.

“Satoru! C’mere, since you were in the water you need to put more sunscreen on!” You say, beckoning him to sit by you, to which he eagerly obliges and plonks himself on his knees on the lounger.

He lathers some on his arms and you can’t help but look out of the corner of your eye, the lingering sea salt and gloss of the cream made his pale skin shine and emphasised the toned muscles of his arms, and the defined lines of his torso - he’s been playing so much basketball lately, and it’s clear the training has been paying off. His physique in first year had been much more boyish, both of you only 16 at the time, and now - at almost 18, you can see all traces of adolescence leaving him.

You’re snapped from your trance by a snort coming from beside you, and a smirking Geto Suguru seems to be the culprit - you scowl at his jeering, embarrassed he caught your staring.

Satoru snaps the bottle shut.

“Eh? Satoru, you didn’t put any on your face!” You say - poking his nose.

“It’s slimy! It’s not going on my face!” He protests, pouting.

“You will burn! You’re far too fair to be without sunscreen! Infinity doesn’t keep out UV rays!” You argue.

“I don’t like how it feels on my hands! Nuh-uh, no way! Not wearing it!” He says flicking the bottle toward you, like a stroppy toddler.

“Okay - how about if I do it?” You try to reason.

He considers for a second.

“Fine. But just so you stop pestering me.” His nose scrunches.

You squeeze a little on your fingers and you hear the buzz of his infinity come down. You warm it on your fingers and lean in to him, gently rubbing it into his enviably soft skin, careful to avoid his eyes as you go. You try not to flush cherry red at the way his sparkly eyes never leave your face as you sit so close to him, you think the heat must be getting to you because you thought his eyes flicked down to your lips at one point, must be dehydration.

You add a tiny bit more to the tip of his nose and then smile.

“All done!” You smile, trembling hands being tucked away.

Satoru seems like a man in a trance.

“Ya’ know, you’re gonna make a great mom someday.” He says, voice low and soft - a glimpse of the gentle, vulnerable Satoru you’ve been honoured to witness.

You smile, your heart full and butterflies swarming - your mind immediately thinks ‘hopefully to your kids’ and images of white haired cherubic babies come to mind.

You giggle, and he smiles.

“I hope so, I want to be.” You shrug.

The moment is broken by one Riko Amanai.

“Alright lovebirds and professional third wheel, it’s time to go to the aquarium!” You and Satoru just apart at the accusation and Geto grumbles about not being a third wheel, but you all stand up anyway.

This is her day.

You slip your sundress on over your bikini and before you can lift your beach bag, Satoru slings it over his shoulder without a word, just a dazzling smile to make you weak at the knees.

The aquarium in Okinawa is stunning, a wide range of species housed there and lots of feeding shows and wildlife to see.

Geto wanders to go find you all food, and you decide to give Riko and Kuroi some time to themselves. You grab Satoru’s arm and pull him to sit on a bench overlooking the manta rays.

“They need space. We need to look after her but, they need time. Kuroi is… almost like a big sister to her.” You say, and Satoru nods.

“I just don’t get how she’s so okay with it all.” He says.

“It’s all she’s been raised for. This is what she knows, and she believes in his destiny. In that way, I think she might be the bravest person I’ve ever met.” You say, eyes following the girl at a distance.

“Is it what she wants though? What if she changes her mind?” He asks.

“Do you think she will?”

“She should at least have that option.”

“Are you saying what I think you are, Satoru?” You ask, turning to face him.

“I think we give her the option.”

“If she refuses, the higher ups will lose their shit. We’ll be targeted. Blamed.” You say, voice serious and low.

“Does that bother you?” He looks at you, a smirk on his face.

You can’t help but smile back.

“Nah. Fuck ‘em.” You say, nudging his shoulder with yours.

The rest of the day was spent in the aquarium. Satoru couldn’t keep his eyes off you when a worker asked if you wanted to hold a starfish, and the light in your eyes was so bright he was in awe. You showed Riko, and using a small amount of your cursed energy, politely asked the starfish to lift an arm to wave at the girl who squealed and jumped up and down and asked if she could give it a high five, to which you nodded. You looked so happy, so beautiful - he thinks he couldn’t possibly love someone as much as he loves you. He thinks he’d like to bring you back here sometime.

You were in much the same boat, the blue light of the water reflecting off Satoru’s hair and eyes entranced you like hypnosis, you couldn’t tear your eyes from him - marvelling in the smiles he gave you when you pointed out a pretty fish. His laugh made your soul bubble every time he pointed at an ugly fish and turned to Suguru saying ‘bro look, it’s you!’.

The day came to a close and you all went your separate ways to your hotel rooms that night, all of them part of the presidential suite that Satoru had rented for the night. Suguru’s eyes flicked between you both, as he said goodnight and left, leaving you standing on the balcony with Satoru.

“Not your bedtime?” He says, poking your arm.

“Nah, I want to savour this for a while longer.” You say, smiling and looking over the ocean view, soft summer breeze stroking your hair in balmy warmth.

“The view?” He asks.

You look at him, and smile softly - if anyone had seen you they would have clearly seen the purest love reflected in your eyes as you looked at the boy beside you.

“All of it.” You say.

He smiles back, and takes a chance and stretches his arm around your back to pull you into his side. His chance pays off, as you lean your head on his shoulder and sit to watch the moonlight bounce off the gentle lapping waves of Okinawa, bathed in comfort and joy.

Suguru peaks through a crack in the door, and sees your head leaning on his best friends shoulders. Smiling, he whips out his phone and snaps a photo. Maybe, the never ending wait for you two to confess your love wouldn’t be much longer.

5 years later, Okinawa aquarium had four visitors on a warm summer day. A tall, broad and muscled man with white hair and dark sunglasses had his arm wrapped around the waist of a shorter woman in a sundress, kissing the top of her head as she smiled at the fish before her - she was giggling, head thrown back when he pointed to a sea urchin then to the little boy by his other side, which seemed to greatly displease the young dark haired boy beside them, as a brunette little girl joined in on the giggles and snapped a photo of her brother on a disposable camera beside the tank of urchins.

ᴿᵉᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᴸⁱˢᵗᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ

ᴴᵘᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍᵇⁱʳᵈ ⁻ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒ ᴮᵒᵒᵐⁱⁿ, ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ ᴮˡᵃᵏᵉ

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privwrites · 1 year ago

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Unexpected reunion

Mihawk x female reader (OS)

from the One Piece live adaptation

Watched the One Piece live adaption and completely fell for Dracule Mihawk. So I had to write a one shot for him. Enjoy!

wordcount: 1875 words

tw: implied age gap, but y/n isn't a minor!, mentions of violence, sorry I'm new to tws- i will add more more with time if necessary

(english isn't my first language, this os isn't beta-read)

Day in, day out, you've endured this wretched ship's hold. The creaking sway of the gas lamps robbed you of sleep, and the chains on your wrists didn't make it any more pleasant. The sunny daylight could only be seen through the narrow gaps in the ship's deck above you. A week ago, the Marines separated you from your crew and captured you—a severe blow, or at least that's what the Marines thought. Yet, you had more experience at sea than your relatively young age would suggest. So, you waited out your days in the Marine cell, always accompanied by the squeaking of the gas lamp and the gentle waves of the ship.

One morning, a jolt woke you from your sleep. You sat up. The anchor must have been dropped on the bottom of the sea! You must be in shallower waters. Immediately, you heard footsteps on the wooden stairs above you, and moments later, several Marines dragged you out of your cell. "You're being relocated! Let's see how merciful the Admiral will be to you!" one of them sneered. Annoyed, you sighed. The arrogance of the Marines had always bothered you. If only the eight soldiers accompanying you knew that you could take them all down with a few moves. Yet, you had your reasons to hold back.

The glaring daylight greeted you as you were led from a Marine ship to a significantly larger one. Remarkably larger… Yes, this was definitely an admiral's ship. Suspiciously, you surveyed the crew of the ship, but none of the faces seemed familiar. However silly they all looked in their white uniforms. Some of them stared at you with fascination. It was a rarity to encounter a female pirate, especially one with your reputation. "Take the wench to her new cell!" one of the officers shouted. Before you had time to look around more, you found yourself in that very cell. At least this one had a small window in the ship's wooden wall. However, this time, thick barred iron rods enclosed you. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire," you muttered. But this cell had an additional thin straw mat for sleeping, and behind a wooden wall, there was a bucket of water with linen for freshening up.

This night, you couldn't sleep for a long time. Instead, you watched the stars in the sky through the small window. Your patience, which you had at the beginning of your captivity, had diminished. How lovely it would be to be able to be out under the open sky again...

And so it happened that you were lying awake again one night when you suddenly heard footsteps in the dark room in front of you. The light of the gas lamp was not enough to fully discern the entire room in the darkness. You stared intently into the darkness in front of you. "What do we have here? A pirate captured by the Marines?" a too familiar deep male voice cut through the darkness. Into the light of the gas lamp, on the other side of the bars, stepped - "Mihawk," you realized with a start, jumping up.

The gas lamp's light danced on the distinctive features of the feared warlord and the skin of his free, muscular upper body shimmered in the moonlight. He hadn't aged a day. "It's been a long time since we last saw each other," you said coldly, "and I didn't think it would be in the belly of a Marines ship this time." Mihawk seemed undeterred. "Well, only one of us is behind bars." He assessed you from head to toe. Your hair had grown longer, but it still had the same beautiful shine as back then. However, captivity had visibly taken a toll on you. Your skin was paler, and your clothing partially torn. "How long have they had you in captivity?" he asked, an unreadable expression on his face. "Why do you want to know?" you retorted, "Why should I tell someone who seems to be making common cause with the Marines lately!" This, too, left Mihawk unimpressed. "I occasionally work for the World Government, not the Marines, darling. And only when it suits me." The tone in Mihawk's voice allowed no further contradiction. "So tell me, y/n, how did you end up in this situation?" He pointed to the iron bars that separated you. For a while, you remained silent. The sound of the waves could be heard all the way down here in the ship's hold, as the ship gently rocked.

"My crew and I were lured into an ambush by the Marines. Then they captured me," you explained. Mihawk's eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, and his gaze pierced on you. "Captured, I see," Mihawk replied and took a step towards you. He was dangerously close, as if the bars between you didn't exist. You had to gulp. That wasn't the whole truth. But what did it matter to him? You had your own plan to escape this prison! And Mihawk had been gone too long for you to trust him now. "The feared pirate y/n allows to be locked up by ordinary Marines. I had hoped I trained you better." The second sentence angered you. "What do you know about me? You just disappeared!" Now there was a reaction on the pirate's face, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "I had my reasons to disappear back then." - "You left me behind!" you hissed. The Warlord's chest rose and fell faster. No one but you was capable of unsettling him. "I had a mission to fulfill, and I would never have involved you! I protected you, even if your stubbornness prevents you from seeing it." You stared at him. Mihawk had been your mentor many years ago. He had taken you in after finding you in a village destroyed by pirates. He was the reason why you were as skilled in swordsmanship as no other pirate but him. Until one day, he had suddenly disappeared, and you were left to fend for yourself. That was many years ago. "And all those years, I watched over you, y/n. You've become a formidable pirate." He assessed you again. But this time, it wasn't an appraising look, rather - an admiring one. You didn't know how to respond. Mihawk continued, "So it surprises me even more that you're still behind bars." He placed a hand on the iron bars that separated you. How should you act in this situation? Briefly, you listened to make sure no one else was on the corridors, then you straightened your shoulders. "The Marines did indeed surprise us with an ambush. But that's not all." Mihawk's gaze lingered on your lips. "I'm listening," he replied. You continued, "Before they could completely destroy our ships, I let myself be captured. I pretended as if they had defeated me in battle to protect the rest of my crew." The corners of the powerful Warlord's mouth twitched upwards. "In case of my capture, there has always been a plan for liberation. This plan involves a lot of preparation so that the Marine ship here is taken down simultaneously. Therefore, I have to wait in my cell until my crew arrives." - "Well, that sounds much more like the girl I trained," Mihawk said.

You already knew he wasn't a man of many words. Still, it almost sounded like a compliment. "As much as I appreciate your plan, y/n, you will come with me now. We don't have time to wait for your crew. None other than Garp himself is the vice-admiral on this ship." You wanted to protest when the Warlord shattered the lock of your cell with a single clean stroke. "I will wait for them!" you insisted. But Mihawk grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the ship's deck. His grip on your arm was far too strong for you to break free. He had always been much stronger than you. Mihawk pulled you up the stairs, and upon reaching the deck. A murmur ran through the rows of Marines who worked the night shift. Mihawk didn't even have to draw his sword. No one dared to attack him. He let his piercing gaze wander over the Marines. "Let it be clear, none of you will ever dare to harm y/n again. She is under my protection, and I will kill anyone who even touches her." Angrily, you stepped on Mihawk's foot. He rolled his eyes and added, "And the same goes for her crew." You nodded in satisfaction. The faces of the marines, on the other hand, reflected their fear of the warlord. Unconcerned, Mihawk walked with you to the railing and jumped onto his pirate ship, which was next to the Marine ship. In contrast to his usually much smaller ship, this one was quite large and stately. Yet you two were the only ones on it. Once on the other deck, Mihawk only needed to split the wind with his sword, and immediately, your ship sailed away from the Marines. For a the rest of the night you said nothing, but you could feel Mihawk's gaze on you as you stood at the railing. You reflected on the recent events and especially what Mihawk had told you about his disappearance. The Marine ship one the horizon was barely visible in the moonlight. You sailed many miles away from the their ship that night, until the first rays of the warm morning sun reflected in the gentle waves of the sea. A warm breeze played with your hair. Suddenly, you felt Mihawk coming towards you. He put something in your hand. It was a Den Den Mushi. You looked at him in surprise. He said nothing, but you understood him anyway. Immediately, you called your crew and told them about your involuntary rescue. You heard relieved sighs on the other end of the line. Then Mihawk himself suddenly took the Den Den Mushi and said to your crew, "There is no need for you to pick up y/n. I will bring her to your ship myself. Expect us in fourteen days." Before you could say anything else to your crew, Mihawk hung up. "What's wrong with you?? You could just split the wind fourteen times, and we would be much faster!" you snapped. Mihawk now stood directly in front of you, considerably taller than you. Calmly, he looked at you. Your skin had regained its rosy glow, and your eyes sparkled at him angrily. Now you looked much more like the girl he had taken in back then. "Well, my dear," he brushed a strand behind your ear, "Despite your daring plan, captivity by the Marines was dangerous for you." You wanted to retort, but he had drawn you into his gaze as if in a spell. "All those years, I left you alone. That was too long. In the next fourteen days, I will make it up to you." What exactly he meant by that, you didn't know. Honestly, you didn't care. Because a warm, unknown feeling enveloped your heart, and a smile played on your lips. And it felt like even fourteen days with the Warlord wouldn't be enough...

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uggh, I wanna write an entire fanfiction for him so badly. Hope you enjoyed it. This was my first post on tumblr, be gentle with me please :D also can we please talk about how hot Bogard is? He slayed his short screentime.

#one piece #one piece live action #dracule mihawk #one piece live adaptation #mihawkoneshot #mihawkos #one piece oneshots #hawkeye mihawk #op mihawk #mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk

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coleskingdom · 6 months ago

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Lifetimes

Jay White x F Reader

18+ NSFW

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

When I thought of asking her on a date, I pictured a dark steak house, a rich dessert, champagne. I made the mistake of asking her what she wanted to do for our first date.

“There’s a pirate themed mini golf place , let’s go there.” her words catching me off guard. “Pirate mini golf? We can do better than that, I can get a limo and champagne.” Y/N adamantly shook her head. “Come on Captain, you have some balls to swashbuckle. “ she swatted me on the ass making me wonder what the hell have I gotten myself into.

“If you’d rather stay in, we can play pirate and sea wench. I promise to plunder and find that perfect pearl of yours.” the blush on her face told me she clearly had thought of this before. “ sweetheart did I wear an eye patch, jewels or a ridiculous hat? “ her face turned even a deeper pink. “You’ll have to tell me later.” I walked into the bedroom, changed and tried to remember when if ever I had been to miniature golf. Also why did every woman who looked at me and go pirate.

I still called for a car, for this adventure. Her natural beauty was breathtaking as she came out in a very simple tshirt and jeans combo hair up and relaxed. “Why mini golf?” I asked her, “You , sir look like you could use a laugh. Besides you can win your way out if you get a hole in one. To the victor go the spoils.” Kissing my cheek before getting in the car.

“I feel pretty silly that this our first date. I pictured something sexier “ I admitted. She snuggled in closer in the backseat “I think you do sexy very very well and I love that thought. However, I want you to have fun, I want to see you be silly. Besides,we can make wagers every hole.” Leaning in just because I could “ Every hole?” Cocking my eyebrow at her. I would never get tired of the shocked blush that floods her body. However, upon pulling up to the address a county fair was in its place. “Damn it.” She said softly, her head hung in disappointment. “ Hey, it’s okay this will be fun.” Opening the door and offering my hand. “I’m actually pretty good at these Carnie games. I’ll win you a teddy bear.” She smiled

I had just won her a giant elephant, and we were headed for food when I heard my name being called from inside a tent. “Jaime” an old woman’s voice said, the word psychic was all I needed to see, to know it was time to keep moving. Then the old woman called out Y/N and asked us to come in. Y/N looked at me and tugged my hand as we walked inside. The woman behind the table eyes were a cloudy blue. “Jaime, Y/N is that you” she asked I gripped Y/Ns hand tighter. “Will you each give me one of your hands.” she asked as I looked at Y/N as she took the old woman’s hand, and I took the other. The woman gasped and smiled. “ You two find each other in every lifetime.” her voice joyous. “ What do you mean? Also it’s Jay not Jaime.” My voice sounding more unnerved than I cared to admit.

“Jaime, you’ve always been Jaime. Especially to her, I see at least two other life times you’ve been together. You were a captain of a ship exploring islands, searching for gold and treasures when you found her the first time in the market. She was nothing but a farm girl. The second you were the commander of a great army, when she found you and nursed you back to health. Your love is one for the ages you both are very lucky.” I dropped both women’s hands, as she continued. “Y/N, he’s always been skeptical and you’ve always been the believer. You two have been friends, and lovers over centuries. Don’t let him go this time.” The old woman let her hand go, I was shaken and unnerved as I threw cash in the table: Needing to get out of there, she followed me. The visceral reaction I had, to the whole thing made me uneasy.

She came up in front of me “ Are you okay?” She asked, and for once I didn’t have an answer . Her hands taking mine, her thumbs brushing over my knuckles. I’ve never been a hand holder, but the urge to and the comfort in hers from the first moment. “ Do you believe what she said? Do you believe that it’s possible?” Her voice filling my mind making me question what it is that I know is true.

“If it’s true then that explains the pirate fantasy “ trying desperately to lighten the mood . She looked at me, slightly disappointed by my reaction. “ Don’t look at me like that I was kidding.” Tilting her chin up to me to kiss her. “What do you think of the woman’s tale?” her eyes didn’t break from mine. “ I think it’s possible from the moment at your hotel this felt real and good. I think you’re scared and that’s why you dropped my hand.” I dropped her chin. “ I think that’s what you want to believe. I think that….” she dropped my hands. “ If you say this is just fucking and it’s just orgasm for orgasm. It stops now. I’ll call an Uber and you can shove the elephants trunk up your ass. I don’t need this shit, you had me say what I thought so you could counter. You’re a coward.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “ I am a coward when it comes to this , I fuck and I leave. Though I can say you’re the first woman I’ve wanted more from. That you’re the first woman that fills my thoughts and that I genuinely wonder how you are. “ she huffed and started towards the car. The car ride back to my place was quiet both of us lost in our thoughts. I took it as a good sign that she didn’t bolt for her car when we pulled in to the driveway. A better sign that she walked into the bedroom, I let her have her space I didn’t push this further. She came out fresh faced in her sleep shorts and baggy tshirt. At least she smiled when she walked by me.

The silence was killing me, I had to do something. I’d do anything to make her laugh, to make her feel safe , to make her feel wanted. I remembered my eye patch that I had from an injury years ago. Fuck it, I put it on it and stripped off my shirt and jeans.

“My Lady” as I stepped out of the bathroom, she had been on her phone when she laughed, that full throated body laugh. “What in the hell…” had her eyes not been squarely set on my face it might have been a blow to my ego . “I told you I’m in search of the hidden pearl of the bedroom. As captain I’m here to search high and low for my beloved treasure.” Her eyes softened. “Oh Captain. Do you have a treasure map? I’ve heard many men have tried to find it but most have failed,“ putting her phone down eyebrow quirking at me.

1 couldn't get my mouth on her fast enough. I pulled her down to the edge of the bed. I stripped her out of her shorts and was rewarded with her beautiful pussy. The physical need to bury my entire face cheeks, jaw, nose, and tongue into her sweetness. I dropped to my knees trailing my lips up her legs my fingers drew an x and bit her on the inner thigh. It earned me a groan, I did the same on the other her hand reaching in my hair , I laughed, as her hands tried to pull me forward I made an X on the center of her with my tongue. “Jay” her voice needy as her back arched off the bed as I lapped at her, flattening my tongue and licking her one end to the other, then teasing her clit with tiny circles. She began wiggling around as she moaned, so I reached up and held her in place with one hand while my other slipped two fingers inside.

She was tight; the wall of her muscles gripped my fingers, as she said my name over and over. The more she moaned, the faster I pumped. Her voice began to sound heady her breath changed and I knew she was on edge. I put my mouth on her clit sucking deep as my fingers made the motion inside her that drowned me in her release. The only thing I made out from her was my name and “oh fuck” in the most satisfying sound I’ve ever heard from her lips.

“Captain, I’d say you found the treasure, as she leaned up on her elbows.” I looked up to find her playful smile gone, her by something I recognized very well at this moment—need. She swallowed, and my eyes moved to her throat. I loved my hands wrapped around it, but I couldn't wait to be inside it, too. Her eyes dropped to the outline of my cock, so I fisted it through my underwear, sliding my hand up and down a few times.

When she licked her lips, I gave it a good, firm squeeze before hooking my thumb into the corners and bending to peel the last layer of clothing off.

Standing, my cock bobbed against my stomach at full attention, proud and ready for action. Even I was a little impressed with the showing.

I tugged her down to the middle of the bed and climbed up to straddle her hips. Leaning over, I sucked one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth. When she started to squirm, I moved to the other, not stopping until she dug her nails into my back and whimpered.

"Please... Jay, I want you."

I hovered over her, taking her mouth in a kiss before pulling back so I could watch her face as I sank inside.

Absolutely fucking beautiful. Our eyes locked, and I pushed my hips forward, little by little, feeling her stretch around me. The silent Oh that her mouth made when I was buried fully inside her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, allowing me to sink even deeper. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head when my balls slapped against her ass.

"Fuck," I groaned. "You feel so good."

She reached up and pulled me down to her mouth for a kiss before moving her lips to my ear. "Don't be gentle. Make me sore tomorrow. Make me yours.”

All of my feelings were put into fucking her hard and deep, with no restraint left.Her hips lifted to meet each of my thrusts, and we kept at it until the sound of our sweat-soaked bodies slapping against each other became the backdrop for all our groans and grunts.

She clamped down around me and started to throb, milking every last ounce of self-control from my body. I held off for as long as I could, wanting to keep her going as long as possible. When the muscles in her face started to go slack and her legs fell from my waist like dead weight, I finally let go. I collapsed into my favorite spot into her neck, if I could believe that I had been with her for lifetimes it would be in this moment and in this spot.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years ago

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hii! could i request AU pirate!wakasa and black dragons and other characters, maybe toman (dont do it if you dont want to)

AUR MY GAHD (let me know if I didn't write anyone you wanted!)

Let's see what the guys do when they find a stowaway on their ship. And when that stowaway happens to be the Ship Comissioner's daughter.

Stowaway: Wakasa Imaushi/ Keizo Arashi/ Shinichiro Sano/ Takeomi Akashi/ Chifuyu Matsuno & Baji Keisuke/ Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

wc: 2.1k

tw: like, a little smut, but mostly fluff

masterlist

Wakasa "The Shadow" Imaushi

Wakasa's crew shouts and runs about the boat, preparing for the inevitable. A departure from shore was always the most exciting part of the adventure, and as Wakasa leans over the map in his quarters, he feels a sense of enthusiasm overcome him.

The vessel he'd been working on for years was finally on its maiden voyage, preparing to take the seas by force. Waka imagines when his nemesis, Redcliff, would encounter him on the high seas. He shudders with pleasure as he remembers the installation of world-class cannons. Redcliff wouldn't stand a chance.

"Captain!" His door bursts wide open without decorum, and someone stumbles into the small space, panting heavily. "Captain! We have a stowaway!" Waka mutters to himself, frowning. Of course, this would be his first encounter on the seas.

He follows the short fellow onto the deck, only to see you lying on the ship floor with an ashen face. "A stowaway..." Waka murmurs, eyeing you carefully. He notices the jewels around your neck and wrist, admiring them for a moment before returning to his scowl.

"What are you doing on my ship?"

"I have no ill intentions," you mutter, holding a hand up in the air as an oath. "I swear I am only here because I have to be." Chuckles erupt around the ship as it drifts into the sea unmoored.

"I didn't invite you," Wakasa replies, crossing his arms. "I don't invite wenches onto my ship."

"I am not a wench," you protest, finding your legs momentarily. You stand shakily, holding onto the main mast. "I'm the commissioner's daughter." A hush falls over the men, and you swallow hard, meeting Wakasa's eyes without fear.

"Did he send you?" Waka wonders, instinctively stepping back from you. He doesn't deal with wealthy women at all. That's not his specialty.

"I'm..." You pause, choosing your words carefully. "I ran away." You remove your bracelet and necklace, handing them over to the captain. "That's my fare." Wakasa eyes the jewels, his gut feeling raring at him to throw you overboard. But you're a woman. A rich one at that.

"Where do you want to go?" The question weighs heavily on his mind as you ponder for a moment, then raise your head defiantly.

"Wherever you're going." He scoffs at your remark.

"You want to become part of my crew?" You shrug in the face of the white-haired pirate, smirking.

"It's better than being wed to a megalomaniac." Wakasa laughs out loud, which encourages his crew to do the same.

"I'm just as thirsty for power," Waka promises, pocketing the jewelry. "But I'll bite. We're going to the Isle of Wolfgulch. If you think you can make it on my ship for a week, we'll see about making you part of my crew."

"You won't regret it," you reply, and Waka's eyebrows shoot up.

"Oh, I sure hope not," he breathes. "Or I'll toss you overboard with the other fools."

Keizo "Redcliff" Arashi

Heavy boots thud toward you. You're on the wooden deck, face down, praying to whatever god is out there that Redcliff would crush you quickly.

"It's illegal to trespass." The simple statement makes you nod once. "What should I do with you?" You lift your head to look at the icy-eyed man, praying a little harder in your head. He looks down at you curiously, but this isn't the first time his eyes have lain on your features.

You wonder if he remembers you from all those years ago. You wonder if he remembers your father or how he once looked on Keizo and told you, "That one is a born sailor." You don't see any register of memory behind his eyes, so you lower your own to the floor again.

"No answer," he finally mutters. "Hm."

How could Keizo forget the hot summer you spent on the beach, watching him redo his knots and untie them again while your toes skimmed the cool water's surface? You weren't yet thirteen, but you watched the older boy work his way around a mast and back, desire seeping into your heart as he grew stronger, smarter, more--

"Get her some clothes and a meal," Keizo grunts, turning away from you. "The commissioner's daughter is a friend to us."

"A friend?" you exhale, your heart beating wildly. Perhaps he had forgotten the illicit kiss you stole from him before he sailed away for the first time, leaving you on the shores of a fuzzy memory.

Keizo turns his head toward you, stopping on his way up the steps. You can read his expression from far away, the one that says "later" as if you were something to be dealt with. But instead of continuing his path up the stairs, he walks back down, his eyes serious.

"If your father knew you were here, what would he do?"

"Not a damn thing," you reply softly.

"Are you sure about that, y/n?" Keizo lifts your chin with a single finger, his eyes searching yours.

"I told you I'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you ever returned." A smile lifts the corners of Keizo's mouth, but only slightly.

"Both of us remembered, then."

Shinichiro "Soft Iron" Sano

Shin puts his head in his hands, considering the awful dilemma he's presented with.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper, clasping your hands together. "I just have to make sure my brother is okay..." Shinichiro leans back in his chair, wounded. Your brother! Mikey flashes in front of his eyes.

"You understand, don't you?" Shinichiro lowers his hands to look at your face. Oh! Your pleading face wounds him even more, despite the fact that he's certainly at sea and in heaps of trouble. He pauses and takes a deep breath, then lets it go before answering your pleas.

"You will see your brother," he murmurs. "We will turn the ship about and return you to your home." Your eyes widen, and for a brief moment, Shin thinks you will accept the verdict. But then you burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry," he urges you, standing from his chair and coming around to comfort you. "It's just..." Shin searches for the answer among his many thoughts. "He's not on this ship. But perhaps he'll be on the next one."

"He said he was on Soft-Iron's ship," you reply quickly, unfolding the letter you stuffed into your pants pocket. "Look!" Shinichiro reads the words with mounting dread. It's a bald-faced lie, he thinks. But a damn good one.

"I've never known your brother," Shin answers, looking at the foreign signature in dismay. "He must have misled you. I'm sorry." You take the letter back while sitting and absorbing the news.

"Then we need to find him!" You stand up and take Shin's place at his desk. "We have to search for him. You'll help me, won't you?" Shin stiffens at the sight of your hopeful face turned to him. You had expertly tapped his weakness: a pretty face and a mission.

"S-sure," he hears himself say. "We'll find him together." You hurry to him and throw your arms around his neck, thanking him profusely. Soft-Iron can already feel his heart melting into nothingness in his chest as he inhales your womanly scent. Dear Lord, he prays silently. I hope we never find this guy.

Takeomi "Scar-Face" Akashi

Takeomi is above you, huffing and grunting as his hair caresses your face. "You should've... never... shown... your face... little thief."

Your fingers instinctively grip the sheets, but you release them to drag your nails across Takeomi's back. "Hate fucking is still fucking," you quip back, sweat rolling down your spine. Takeomi cries out as the pain mixes with pleasure, one becoming the other in an endless loop of insanity.

"Got caught stealing from me again." You roll your eyes at his comment, moaning despite your annoyance. Stealing from Scar-Face was too easy, you reckon. If it wasn't the booze that brought him to his knees, then it was money. And if it wasn't that, it was women. Well, you. You're the only woman in his life at present.

A hand comes up and smacks your left ass cheek, and you bite down on your exclamation, trying to hold it in as the crew circulates just outside the door. "You'll pay for that," you hiss, but Omi just huffs a short laugh.

"That and all the other shit you've taken from me, huh? Just paying out of my ass," he complains, rutting into you roughly. This is pure heaven, you think to yourself, digging your nails into his back again. "You'll pay for what you stole tonight."

"Impossible." You clench around his cock, pushing him closer to his high. Takeomi gasps, trying to hold his shaky breaths, but he continues to fail miserably. "I'm gonna take that orgasm before you can take mine," you laugh, clenching around his again. "I took your manhood once, and I'll do it again. Just like I stole your heart." Your tone is teasing, but there's a modicum of truth behind the statement.

"If your daddy wasn't who he was, I would've made you a wench long ago." Takeomi shudders, groaning sharply before spilling his seed inside of you. "Would've... made you my wife... a long time ago."

Chifuyu "Shore Raider" Matsuno & Baji "Blackmane" Keisuke

"No, no, no!" Baji grabs your arm, pulling you out of the closet. His touch isn't rough, but it's enough to set your skin ablaze. "No stowaways!"

"Hey!" you shout, stumbling behind him as he drags you into the open. "That hurts!"

"What hurts me," Baji begins, growling. "Is that Chifuyu sneaks you onto this ship without my permission and then hides you in his closet!" Chifuyu comes down from his perch at the wheel, his eyes full of concern.

"Baji!" It's clear he has every intention of throwing you into the ocean, but Chifuyu quickly stands between him and the railing. "Don't you dare--"

"Women distract us from our purpose," Baji sneers, gripping your wrist even tighter. "Or did you forget the vow we made, Matsuno?"

The vow. You stand in the salty air, watching Chifuyu pale, then blink twice as if a spell had been broken. "I know we made a promise to each other," Chifuyu murmurs, holding his hands out. "Nothing will come between us, Baji; we're co-captains. But I love y/n, too."

Baji grunts, his jaw muscles fluttering. "If you have a woman," Blackmane begins, turning his head towards you. "Then I'll need my own. You'll help me find one, won't you?"

"As sure as the sun rises," Chifuyu nods, smiling brightly. Baji lets you go and stalks off, shaking his head and muttering about the "silly spell" you'd cast over his friend.

Ken "Dragon Skull" Ryuguji

"Tell me the story again." Draken leans his mouth on his laced-together hands, eyes devoid of emotion.

"I got on the ship during the night," you repeat. "I stowed myself into the pantry, where the pickles and eggs are. And I fell asleep." Draken nods. "And I woke up when we were a ways away from the shore."

"But I don't understand why you snuck onto the ship." You roll your eyes, sighing loudly.

"Dad? Arranged marriage? The whole 'you speak when I say you speak,' 'you jump when I say you jump' thing?"

"Freedom," Draken articulates, and you nod. But it was more than that.

For years, you watched Draken hone his skills as a pirate. Every time he returned, he brought more loot and more fame. You feared being left behind in the wake of all of his success.

"I didn't want to be left behind," you exhale.

"Why didn't you just ask?" You're stunned, unsure of how to answer the simple question. "Y/n, we've been friends for so long. I would've told you that you could come along. Now, I'm sure I have the ire of your father and the whole island."

You had yet to consider how this would complicate things for Draken. You were just thinking about being at sea with your best friend, exploring the world together. You hang your head, but Draken walks toward you and touches your cheek from his bed.

"Cheer up," he urges you softly. "I'm not going to make you fish food today. Even though you scared the dogshit out of my crew."

"I brought some money if that makes any difference."

"Keep the money," Draken whispers, his eyes softening. "That's your loot. The first rule of the sea is what's yours is yours." He leans forward to kiss your forehead. "Come on, I might as well introduce you to the others... since you're stuck with me and all." You giggle as he takes your hand, leading you to the deck.

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heats-lover-girl · 10 months ago

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A Gift to the Sea

Tw: child sacrifice, wrath of a sea god

You where quite used to the offerings that the people above gave you, let it be jewels, food, drink; but never have they given you a child .

You heard the wailing first, then you felt a basket being put on top of the water. When you arrived, what you saw was a shabby basket, full of openings so that the water could fill it faster, the wailing got louder. You rose to the surface of the water and grabbed the crying babe from its sinking coffin. "Shhhhhh little one, you are fine now. Why are you in my waters this late, hmm?" You cooed as the child quieted down. The babe was small, almost too small, with pale white skin and tufts of hair almost as blue as your ocean. The most unique part of the little human in your arms though would be the little red nose on its face. "Do you like him?" A voice said, you look over to see a young woman, same blue hair, same pale complexion, must be his mother. "Yes, he is quite the beautiful child. Why is he in my waters this time of night?" You ask, the woman straightened up and put on a false smile, "We thought you would love him! The boy is too beautiful for us to keep to ourselves, maybe he could be of good use to you!" she exclaims. "We? Who is we?" You demand, the woman fumbled and her smile was becoming more forced, "Why, the people of the village ma'am!" liar. You squint at her, pull the now sleeping baby closer to your bosom and turn your back to the island, "May you always be lucky, even when you fail, opportunities will come forth and help you rise again." you claim. "Oh thank you ma'am! I- I mean! We, we won't blunder this opportunity!" You look back to the now bowing woman with a scowl, "Who said I was speaking to you wench?" you growl. The lowly human looked back up to you in suprize and had the audacity to speak, "But we gave you the boy! And it was such a sacrifice from me! Surely you mean to give us the blessing?" she demanded. You raise and eyebrow, "Of course, would you like to test your new blessing?" You didnt give her another chance to speak, "Good, now die." you say, raising your hand.

The island was gone, what was left of the people where being eaten by the marine life or floating like trash on top of your beautiful ocean. You where still holding the sleeping babe in your arms, "Now, what am I to do with you?" you coo. That's when you felt it, a ship. You look up and see a large ship with a jolly roger that you knew quite well. "I believe I answered my own question."

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I hope you guys like this! Have an amazing day/evening/ night !!

#one piece #one piece x reader #buggy the clown #buggy the pirate

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northstarwasmyguide · 10 months ago

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Waking the Sleeping Beauty

Hector Barbossa x oc

word count: 577

warnings: cnc, smut, oral (female recieve), fingering

summary: After a wonderful night that both lovers missed, Barbossa had an idea to wake his lass up from sleep.

a/n: My first smut I've ever wrote *dabs*

Hector Barbossa woke up from last night’s slumber with his beautiful wench, Sara Bautista at Faithful Bride. He rubbed his eyes and watching his lass in deep sleep. He carefully moved her dark locks from her face and was stunned how beautiful Sara was when she’s in slumber. HE caressed her tanned skin of her sleepy face.

Last night, he returned from the sea and met Sara again and both rejoiced on how they missed each other daily. Then the two lovers have a night sex on how they missed this moment they have at her room of the Faithful Bride. It was the most blissful night they ever had.

Barbossa wanted to wake his pretty lass up. He gently shakes her arm but she’s still asleep.

“Lass,” Barbossa softly spoke to her. “it’s morning.”

However, Sara was still in a deep sleep.

At that time, Barbossa had an idea. He gently got up from the bed, then dressed up, and went to the front of the bed. He then lifted the layers of blankets and crawled under to reach Sara’s naked closed legs. Barbossa carefully opened her legs without waking Sara up and then he slightly crawled to her womanhood, he softly grabbed her thighs, and he began licking her folds.

He heard her moans, he continued eating her. While eating, Sara’s groaned while in her slumber and giggled as Barbossa’s beard tickled her thighs.

Sara said his name, “Barbossa.” She snaked her hands and feel it on the blanket covered on her lover’s head.

Her eyes began to open, feeling tired from last night sex as she uncovered the blanket that reveals Barbossa, her lover eating her folds.

“Good morning, my love.” She moaned as she gave Barbossa a weak smile.

“Mornin’ lass.” He greeted her as he kissed Sara’s inner thigh and smirked at her.

“Please don’t stop eating me, love.” She said and she brushed Barbossa’s hair with her hand.

“I will not, my dear.” Barbossa said as he continues eating and licking her folds throughout the morning.

While Barbossa continues eating Sara out, she moaned and gasped as her lover eats harder and deeper. From there on, he pushed his two fingers in her womanhood and caused her to scream. Barbossa smirked as he both licked and fingered Sara. Sara feels hot when her lover does this to her.

Barbossa fingering her from gentle to fast speed. Sara groaned as she grabbed her lover’s long hair and clutched it. He giggled and continued eating her and fingering her fast.

“I’m going to come.” Sara said as she moaned loudly as Barbossa still eating and playing her pussy.

She finally comes and feels exhausted by her lover eating her. Barbossa pulls out his two fingers from her hole and got up from her womanhood with a collective of her cum.

“Taste yourself.” Said Barbossa as his fingers covered with her cum went to her, then grabbed his hand and Sara sucking on them to taste herself. She gave Barbossa her dark doe eyes that pleasures him as she licked her cum from his fingers. As she lets got his hand, he kissed her with more of her cum that Barbossa ate from her womanhood.

As both lovers stopped kissing, Barbossa praised her, “You’ve been a good girl to me.”

Sara blushed as he said this to her.

“C’mon lass,” said Barbossa. “Get dressed and there’s more things to do here in Tortuga, my love.”

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lesbianslvt666 · 2 years ago

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Sea monster and treasures

pt 0

captain! Ellie x pirate! Reader

In which instead of finding your brother in a pirate crew, you end up fighting the Ellie Williams, the infamous pirate. however, fighting would not be the end goal, for Ellie longs for something deep, every time she sees you.

Content warning: swearing, smoking, mentions of drugs and alcohol, burglary, fights, swords, denigration, abandonment issues, a bit of gore, you aren't the good guy, neither is Ellie lol. Morally grey characters tbh.

Small glossary at the end for some of the lingo here, (if we don’t like it I can change it no worries ;)

The loud howls of the village roared, the light of the fires mirrored the intensity of the fear and madness of the ones protecting their land.

In the faint outline of the shore, what it felt like a thousand marauders raced toward land, like crazy hyenas, hysteric to get further in.

They were fighting everyone they encountered, they were screaming and gushing everyone they saw, two rushed to you.

Looking down at them couldn’t stop the small chuckle you let, yanking the rails of Callous, you rushed the horse further in, pushing past and beating down whoever tried to get you off him.

After shoving one of them, you heard a familiar voice screaming, finally looking forward, the man himself. your brother looked at you, his face beaten up, the scraps of clothes opened revealing the grandiose amount of jewels he carried around his neck.

"Yo ho! Ye!" you extended your arm as if to touch his skinny form, his attention darting to you, like an arrow, gleaming eyes, thinking he could get your jewels or at least something to fight.

His approach was faster than a lighting on a diluvium night, striking almost as fast as he got near you.

Without a care, your feet got planted on the ground beneath, taking the sword you have been hiding in between the scraps of skirts you had put on.

the bright body of it gleaming in both eyes, for him had only a blade. He went all the way, punching forward, scratching with his blade the skin of your arm.

the crimson blood sparking with fury out of his nose after the hook you pulled, and for a moment he saw the sand, thinking he could win over you.

yet, you took the moment to push your leg forward, sending a strong punch to his stomach, however, your confidence was the reason for your blow, not realizing he was ready to take your foot with both his hands, twisting it hard enough to get you on your knees right on the sand, his tall figure towering over you now, too in trance with your jewellery to realize that his own blade had been claimed by your right hand, pushing as a threat on his neck, slouching backwards give you the momentum to swing him to his back, now on top of him, his weary eyes twinkled with something, recognition.

"me lass?" his expression cut by the piercing sting your closed fist gave his eye. "eye" your voice fell quieter, a pinching knot in your stomach bubbled with the rage of the seven seas, like a storm erupting form the pit of your pain.

"how dare ye tar, leaving me behind, for you knew I could go with you, could do what ye do, could tar the way you all do!" his eyes, big as the moon, his mouth slow to talk, for another voice came down before his own.

"ye wench, think ye could do a better job than my best tar?"

the blow given to your back strong like a wave, kicking you down to the grainy sand, rocking your body with such a force that it felt like you fell in shattered glass, for the woman who spoke was now the one on top of you, a lock of your hair trapped in between her fingers, with her other hand roaming around your hip, as to check for any other hidden weapon, but really as petty excuse to touch you a bit more.

"who ye think ye are lass, ye scurvy dog" and with all the force left from all the fighting before, you yanked your legs from in between hers to twist her to her side, now topping again the woman insulting you, putting a blade hidden in between all your necklaces, her beautiful face gleaming with something, breath heavy, cherry lips intoxicating your view, her shaggy clothes almost opening with the way you were painfully swinging the blade up her chest to her neck, too close to her face.

"let me join ye hands ye old salt and I'll let ye go" your eyes waltzing all over her delicious features, you knew it was her, you knew she was the captain, you recognized her face even only from tale tales, and for her smile brightened the shadow you casted over her silhouette.

Her wondering hands flowing naturally from base of your knees to up your thighs to rest on the curve of your hips, feeling goosebumps all over your body, like a cold breeze chilling all thought in your head, stopping you from working as fast as you would have.

Taking advantage of that, she pushed past you, with the force of her hands on your hips, a loud thud was all you’re her and her faint voice like a fog saying "take a caulk princess."

The cold floor smelled like salt and dead fish, your mouth tasted like iron and rum.

Your hands flew to your face, trying to get the haziness of your sight, however, pressing upon your eyes revealed a sting that travelled to the head ache that you were getting accustomed too, the bloody nose and the busted lip didn’t do much to help you.

the creak of the chamber door opened, revealing a bitten up scrappy boy, a mare resemblance of the brother you remembered, his warry eyes softened as soon as he saw you awake, his shoulders falling as to relax the pit of guilt building on his stomach.

"blimey, ye lass, I thought she would kill ye!" the way he approached carefully your cell sent a warm in your heart, he acted like the last time you saw him.

"how did ye found me?" his eyebrows raced, almost to touch his hairline.

"finding a nobody is hard, but following Williams's trace is a bit easier" your voice raspy from the harshness you were treated the day before and the screams you let out while getting small glimpses of consciousness.

"I am happy ye are 'ere now…" his eyes fell to the ground, dragging with weight of his shame and the pain of his guilt, seeping form is fingers in shapes of sweat, whipping it on the scraps of fabric he called clothes.

"ye look tired…" your eyes floating his shape as too take his new being in, like a picture of his state, because even if his body looked more scrawny, his demeanour felt brighter like a sun at its peak.

"well… I guess is time to confess, for I paid a good amount of gold to two people, to follow ye and send me details of ye’r being, for I guess they were lying to me this whole time, they told me last year ye were fathom deep, I felt about to feed the fish. Ellie saved me from that, making sure I came down to my senses once in a while, and that is when I met a beautiful sailor! I would like to introduce ye two…"

his hands were holding on the bars, mirroring the stability your smile and warm eyes gave him.

"I missed ye…" his eyes now glued to the cracked wood beneath his feet as if to hide the stubborn gleaming droplets that fell from his eyes.

"then why'd ye left me behind??" the shakiness in your voice calling for his sight coming to go upwards, locking with your now glossy eyes, pain meeting guilt.

Before he could answer you, the loud thud of the door like thunder being opened startle both, jumping slightly and stopping the heart to heart moment, and before the question that had been marinating in your aching chest for the past three years, her voice dismissed your brother.

Stepping closer to your, pressing the ground underneath her shoes with such a grace.

"ye beautiful wench, what would we do with ye, ye know, ye’r brother has plead to me not to make ye walk the plank, so..."

her floating like walk took her right in front of your cell, looking at you from head to toe, smiling wide like tressure finding, her eyes bright like a cat seen its pray mare inches to her catch.

With a swift motion she opened the cell door, fastening to get inside, almost moving as intoxicating as the fog in between the ocean waves, hazy eyes meeting her own, hands exploring the fabrics that adorned your body.

"so show me princess, what does yer delicate hands can do…"

grabbing you roughly by your waist, pressing you to herself, feeling your breast clash with her own, a whimper scaping your mouth and a groan of her own.

"we are alone here dove" a feather like contact her lips gave your ear, made you sigh, mind going blank, only wanting for her to touch more and more.

you knew the rules in the sea didn’t applied like the land ones, for you could freely roam with your hands around her the way your needy cunt plead you to, however, you didn’t know how to behave around Ellie, you knew she was everchanging.

with fear of getting her mind to change if you did the smallest movement for her dislike, you choose upon your words.

"all ye need them to do, give me a command and ill attend to it." her smile sharp on your neck, striking with her fiery breath the skin in front of her.

"put your hands on my body as ye please…" the lust clouding your vision and the need of her, lowered from your mind to in between your legs, pressing them together when she attached her lips to your collarbones, kissing and liking, but not marking you just jet.

her body vibrating with a frustrated expression helped you remember your task at hand, roaming at first towards her hips, imitating her movement earlier by bringing her with force toward your own crotch, the hum she gave in response ignited something deep inside of you, like a wild fire that burned the valleys that your reason was.

your hands travelled all the way up, taking our time on her waist but the final goal was her breast, and when you reach for them she pushed you to the wall behind you, taking your hands in between hers, one leg pressed between your legs.

"oh I knew we both wanted this, but I wasn’t expecting ye to be such a good girl."

"Sail Ho!" the screechy sound of the warning screaming cut off the steam radiating from both bodies, however, Ellie didn’t wanted to stop any time soon. "yellow jack 'em, Jesse. YELLOW JACK!"

her hands leaving you, the fire catching flames from her lack of contact, walking towards the entrance door she looked back at you.

"Dove, yer job until I choose yer position. Ye'll swab, ye'll be the only one bringing me food and me rum." and like you were merely the ghost of a memory she left the chambers, leaving both the door of your cell and the entrance open, you took your time to come aboard for the first time, finally to be part of the Sea Monster.

Your eyes squinted in sharp pain from the sudden burst for the intensity the sun beamed in the sky, everyone moving from side to side, fulfilling their job and singing, obvious drunkards stumbling around trying to get their tasks over with.

Behind you, your name was called by a tanned and beautiful girl, standing proud on deck, her feet planted like strong trees on nurturing soil.

"Yer brother talks a lot about ye less!" her smile glowing with delight, "aye, that’s me, who might you be?" my own imitating hers.

"Dina." her reply short almost playful, yet she remained focus "okay sun, Captain told me ye would swab and take her food, I'll show were everything is at and all ye have to do. after that I'll take ye to the cooks, they'll tell ye how Cap likes her food" she now looked back at you, challenging like you were to battle. "savvy?"

The sun was now setting, your neck aching with sharp punctures like small needles kissing you with despair.

Your entire body almost collapsing in pain and exhaustion. The first plate of the day you took to the cabin. the captain was nowhere to be seen, probably on deck or somewhere around. Now, she was in front of you.

sailors only get one meal a day, like you now, the higher the rank, the more you could eat, your brother had two meals, however, Ellie… she could ask for a meal any time of the day and it was handed to her, although, most of the days she only took two, like today…

and that’s how you were now standing with her plate, the sun setting, its light beaming with force behind you, to Ellie, sitting behind her desk, separating you two.

it seemed like the glow radiated form within you, mirroring the intense something she felt in her chest every time she got near you.

Both staring at each other, not really daring to speak, your walk careful, waltzing towards her with the plate in your hand, she already serving her rum.

two glasses…

Your eyes never leaving hers, the pull you felt towards her, hard like the same gravity keeping your feet on the ground, your mind gravitating in her direction.

Her arm reaching for your wrist, the plate already sitting in front of her and you felt the urge to just seat in her spread thighs, the way she was siting, inviting for you to either straddle her or just kneel in between her legs, but, you remained there, planted like a scared mouse, being preyed upon by a cat, her sharp green eyes drinking you in.

the way you skirt rode up your thigh from carrying buckets all day long, the way your messy locks were tied behind you head but the front straight hairs framed your face, and of course, the way your breast felt like they were going to spill out of your dishevelled blouse, all perfect for her…

And for a second you thought it was your time to go.

you couldn’t… her hand holding you tight, dragging you to get closer. Giving you the other glass of rum.

"drink it treasure, ye' can leave afterwards." her voice buttery and intoxicating, if it was poison you would've drink the vessel dry.

her hands now moving to your hips, oh how she was containing herself now.

She was the captain for the past three years, normally people were terrified of her anger, gleaming on top of her like a sun that shone with the force of losing her caretaker, the only men ever who helped her since child.

She hated the world, Joel was the thing keeping her sane, and when they took him away from her. She sworn to bring havoc amongst the people and to however crossed her path against being what he wanted to become.

she was taking his dream and making it a reality, he needed his name to be heard amongst the seven seas, and as far as we know hers already was, and so was Joels Precious ship.

You took the rum and gulped it down, needing a way to drown your thoughts, the intensity of her presence feeling like too much, your body tingly.

However, she took that as an offence, seen as if you wanted to leave as fast as possible, her narrowed eyes confusing you.

"so ye' want to leave?" standing from her chair, now towering over your frame, making you feel trivial like a an ant. "no?" your voice small, emulating the way you felt. "ye' know…"

her face now inches close to you, feeling her agitated and drunk breath. "ye' 'rnt even my type anyway" your head crooked to the side, the confusion plaguing the features in your face, crunching them together.

"the fuck ye' talking to me like that for?" the confusion become anger, the anger become madness, as you two launched to each other, your fist slamming against her beautiful face, a cut appearing in her lip, her low blow targeting your stomach.

your exhaustion mixing with your pain made your body stumble for a bit, she saw it, like an open window, the opportunity in front of her, taking your arm and twisting it behind your back, her face in your neck, she felt like a stray animal fighting for survival, and somehow you did too.

Spitting the blood that had pooled in her mouth. she spoke lowly on your ear like a snake biting its bitter venom on your brain. "how fucking dare ye' acting all tough on me while being no more than insignificant."

you took the proximity of her face and launched your head to the side with all the force you could gather, hitting her and making her stumble to the side, almost falling on the table, you took off the blade in your neckless, hiding it between your long fingers. She however, looked at the desk and run to take a cutlass, running back to you, taking you by your waist, you place your hand right on her stomach, the other one in her hip, her armed hand pointing the blade in your neck.

"and how come I am still here? Trusting me with ye'r food, making me drink ye'r rum" you couldn’t finish, for her blade was now dragging shimmery crimson tears of pain from your neck, living matter flowing redly down to your cleavage.

Your pressed your dagger hard in her stomach, her eyes wide like a full moon.

A smirk marked her face, taking your bladed hand on the one she was holding you with. placing your steel up to her neck.

"do it dove, help me pay for I have sinned."

and without thinking too much your dragged the blade, slowly and firmly, the cut not too deep to kill, enough to ache, and her scrunch face lowered with her body, now kneeling in front of you.

One of her hands moving to touch your leg while the other going slowly towards her mouth, desperate to drag her tongue along the blade.

tasting your blood and closing her eyes with it, groaning at the fact that you were standing, tall now, looking down at her, the red droplets staining your breasts. And she was there at your mercy, like an idiot at your feet.

You tried gathering your composure, the sight in front of you like a spell and, standing still, you came close to her face, taking her by her neck making sure she could hear you clear and loud. "fuck you" you spat on her face. She closed her eyes for a second, her body still relaxed. "I will treasure, I will."

With perfect timing, the door creaked open. "Captain!" Dina, without looking inside, almost like she knew, Chimed in.

"look out sees land"

When the ship sailed, the sun roared it last rays. The sand creating curtains of clouds, reminding you of Callous, you haven’t seen you buddy since you got on board, probably left behind in the last shore.

Like enchanted, you ran with the crew, roaming around and getting what your eyes deemed fair.

The screams clouding the air becoming part of it, people refusing to give in the personal possessions. Deciding upon return, you found a child, a knife on both hands, so little that the steel looked like sword, the kid standing tall, its tiny body unmovable, looking at everything around you with big eyes, behind her, hiding a baby, their cries, loud and painful like a screech, a dying sound that chilled the skin up your spine, you turned around, now instead of looking at things, scanning the scene.

Blood running wild like a river of despair, the walls drench with pain and guts of the ones who refused to give their possessions.

The horror of the screaming become real instead of an afterthought, the pain wasn’t from stealing things, it was from taking lives.

Running down the streets, trying to not get cut by blades or punched by someone scared. Your own fear seeping from your eyes in the shape of tears, salty like the sea.

Hands taking you from your shoulders, almost punching however took you until you saw your brother.

"what the actual fucking shit is happening! I cant. I can't do this?"

your brother was speaking but your ears could only register the screeching of the dying people. years of wondering adventures in your head alongside your brother didn’t looked like this.

"fucking stop the crying, fuck! Ellie would kick ye' out, and myself maybe! if she sees. for sirens sake!" your brows furrowing tight, eyes trailing up to him, with great confusion.

"and why the hell would I want to continue with. That!" your hand pointing back at the horrific scene. His eyes rolling, something behind his head knew you were correct, still chose his dream.

Choose to excuse the growing pain he had in his chest since the first day he joined Ellie.

"I just, I don’t wanna lose you again. I can manage maybe to convince her to make ye' stay on board dooring the lootings-"his words were cut open from his back all the way to his chest, a grand sword puncturing his body, blood scaping his mouth like a waterfall, eyes wide in horror of what is to come.

your body falling with his, holding him with all your strength like that was going to save him, the man who did it in shock, scared of his own actions.

your anger firing your body with violent tint, like burning you from your guts out, spatting curses towards the men, taking your own blade, larger than the one in your brothers chest.

your sword returned to you by Jesse before the looting started, your should've guess since then what was to come.

with teary eyes, your arm slamming with force at his throat, forcefully entering getting out from the side, cutting off most of his neck, almost decapitating him.

Your screams called upon another villager, who ran to you with a butcher knife. Your long blade cutting his hand in a swift motion and running to face him, eyes bloodshot, mouth-watering with red liquid pooling down now, and your hand, burry deep in his intestines.

Your body coming to full stop, looking back at your brother, and feeling the weight of the agony darkening your eyes.

Full embrace, trying to turn back the time to when you were young.

Wench: A woman or peasant girl

Ye: You

Yellow Jack: When a ship flies a yellow flag, it indicates the presence of an ill crew member, such as yellow fever. But this was also a trick that smart pirates used to avoid becoming the target of another ship.

Yo Ho Ho!: A cheery expression to get someone’s attention

Swab: Mop or clean the ship’s deck and floorboards

Take a Caulk: Take a nap

Tar: Sailor, crew member

Thar She Blows!: Whale sighting

Three Sheets to the Wind: Very drunk, intoxicated

Scurvy Dog: insult

Scuttle: Sink a ship

Seadog: A veteran sailor or old pirate

Shark Bait: This is what you become after you walk the plank

Run a Rig: Play a joke or a trick on someone

Run a Shot Across the Bow: Warning shot given to another boat's Captain

Sail, Ho!: A warning that another ship is in view

Savvy?: A question asking, “Do you get it?” or “Do you understand?”

Lookout: The pirate who keeps watch for land or oncoming ships

Loot: Stolen money or belongings

Man-O-War: A pirate ship that is decked out and prepared for battle

Maroon: Leave someone stranded on a deserted island with no supplies, which was a common punishment for any crew members who disrespected or dishonored the Captain

Marooned: To be abandoned with no food, drink, or possessions

Me: My

Mizzen: The 3rd mast from the ship’s bow of bigger ships

Mutiny: When crew gang up against the Captain of the ship or other authority

No Prey, No Pay: The ship’s crew received no wages; however they got a part of the loot or treasure

Old Salt: Experienced pirate or sailor

lad, lass, lassie: A kid or young person

Fathom: Six feet

Feed the Fish: About to die

Cutlass: A thick, heavy and rather short sword blade for pirates

Buccaneer: A pirate

All Hand Hoy!: Everyone get on deck!