The Dread Pirate Bluetail

Underestimation is your weakness | Captain Bluetail and First mate Quartermain

There was an art to flowing under sensors and quite a bit of it centered around ‘never run’. Walk with purpose, as if you belong and have someplace to be, but never be in undue hurry. Even when you’re desperate to nope the fuck out of the quadrant.

Clay forced himself to breathe. The pirate would have no business with him, a crippled ex-privateer he managed to outwit years before. It was likely the man wouldn’t even recognize his face, changed as it was through equal years of hard living and, surprisingly, lower stress. Clay was an in for a job, and the job was long past and forgotten. It was only his own paranoia responding to the man’s movements instead of any deliberate attempt to follow Clay. It was sheer coincidence that put the man’s path on an intercept with his but stars above, Clay didn’t feel like it.

He adjusted his own path slightly, curving away from the pirate’s direction and opening him up to the option of slipping into one of the alley-tunnels that led to Lowtown. That’d be a plan B, he decided. Lowtown was even more rank than the ‘surface’ and Clay was fond of his shoes.

Somehow, somehow it all seemed for naught. Fuck that man and his unerring whatever it is that tugged him again into a path that’d cross Clay’s. Clay slid away again and sidled up to a stand loudly hawking something that, with enough imagination, one could pretend was food.

#underestimation is your weakness #quintessentialquartermain

Kurt had not been paying attention, but the Bamfs had. He never went through this place without a good few of them nearby. They were multiple extra sets of eyes and ears. And when both the little demons and their captain could teleport, it would be very hard to get away from them. One of them tugged at Kurt's hair, chattering in their infernal language.

Before the demon could respond to the alert, a couple others had gone over to bother Clay. They remembered him well, even if they'd only seen him briefly. Kurt had assured them as to what had happened but they still had not liked the situation that they found their captain in. Kurt didn't take long to respond to their antics. "Oi!" He uttered a harsh sounding, yet strangely melodic language in Clay's direction. The Bamfs seemed to shrink and listen to the words, before teleporting back to the captain's shoulders.

(TW: blood, a little gore(?)) Underestimation is your weakness | Captain Bluetail and First mate Quartermain

Knowhere, a wretched hive of scum and villainy, scourge of the galaxy etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Watch your purse, watch your step, watch your nose. The latter is less often talked about than the former two but the fact remains that there is no natural atmosphere in Knowhere and the air scrubbers have the triple misfortune of being old, haphazardly repaired, and expected to accommodate a completely unregulated flux of residents.

Clay loves it. Every square meter of it’s dingy, grimy, spinal-fluid-pocked cranial interior.

#underestimation is your weakness #quintessentialquartermain

Knowhere. A good place to unwind after a good day's haul. The various competing empires would be more than happy to believe that the space pirates are all but extinct and that remainder were now privateers under their payrolls. But the problem was, when you have so many competing factions, it's the quiet ones that go overlooked.

Kurt clinked glasses with his crew as they downed the foul concoctions. Most couldn't handle the heavier octane drinks served here, but for primarily denizens of the Brimstone Dimension, they were just fine with their poisons of choice.

The crew got louder and drank more, gambling away some of their money. The captain, with a few Bamfs on his shoulders and in his shadow walked out of the bar for some "air."

Underestimation is your weakness | Captain Bluetail and First mate Quartermain

He watched Quartermain adjust himself and fix his uniform. He was able to see the time on his communicator on the table. "Fünf... vier... drei... zwei..." Before Quartermain got the chance to question the counting, a small group of Bamfs appeared in the room. Some of them broke off Kurt's wrist restraints, others getting his feet, one got his tail free, two got the collar off.

Kurt landed on his feet and straightened. Two more Bamfs appeared putting the captain's coat on him and the last put his hat on his head. "Danke, mein lieblinge." He looked up to Clay and smirked as one of the petty officers came over the comm. "Quartermain! The Nova Museum's been ransacked!"

He tipped his hat at Clay, smiling. "Danke for the quality time. You're not a bad lay." His scent markers shifted to their default Beta state. "I hope we meet again, mein schatz." He stayed long enough to Clay to take note of the scent before disappearing.

#underestimation is your weakness #quintessentialquartermain

TW: Dub con! Professionalism | Clay (suspension play) and Kurt (overstimulation) Non-canon

"Good boy," Clay praised, only about half mocking. The other half is genuinely pleased at the acquiescence. Biological imperative and all that: even Betas aren’t immune to an Omega in heat submitting sweetly. In that one moment, the vicious pirate known for frustrating Clay’s plans is overlaid with the image of a begging glance and inviting whimper; you’d have to be a far better man than Clay Quartermain to resist.

Bluetail’s words are clearly expletive, though Clay doesn’t speak the language. The pants to the Omega’s distinctive uniform are a completely lost cause. The heavy serviceable material is fully soaked through at the rear and smacks to the floor almost as soon as Clay unfastens the clasps. If the scent before was sweet, now it flooded his senses with equally syrupy and spicy, nearly cloying want. The pirate’s tiny, dark blue nub of an Omega cock, ever so slightly curved upwards with stiffness, is easily swallowed in Clay’s grasp. He amuses himself with how much smaller it looks wrapped in his large hands, and he fondles and pumps it, passing teasing flicks just under the head for several torturous minutes.

Soon, though not soon enough for Bluetail, according to his impatient writhing, Clay’s hand moves south. When an Omega goes into heat their erogenous zones have a clear hierarchy of sensitivity. And right now it’s not his cock that Bluetail wants stroked.

Two fingers sink into his hole up to the first joint, gliding easily on the rivulet of slick but stopped by hard, clasping tension. “Relax,” Clay chides, and slowly pulls his middle finger back. “This will be far more enjoyable if you relax.” By itself, Clay’s index finger is able to sink home, but only barely. Around the digit, the Omega’s walls tremble and constrict tightly, making it clear without words that Clay was hardly the pirate’s first choice of heat companion. The retreat of the same finger is accompanied by another rush of slick, proving the Omega clearly aroused. Just unaccommodating.

"Everyone here is aware you’re settling," Clay says with the faintest bite of irritation. He crowds back into the Omega’s restrained space, his finger pistoning firmly despite resistance. "It won’t kill you to accept that."

#tw: dubcon #quintessentialquartermain #profesionalism

Kurt let out another shaky breath and did his best to relax. He was mostly frustrated at the wordless patronizing of his cock, though that had taken a lot of effort and self control on the pirate's part. Because in actuality, he functioned much like an animal and the rest of his length was sheathed away.

The distraction came from the intrusion of the fingers. He'd gone so long without being with another person that his body was responding as such. Oh Quartermain better make this worth it. He gripped at the bonds that held him to the ceiling as he moaned softly.

Good Boy - Harry Osborn and Kurt Wagner (Objectification) - noncanon

Harry couldn’t help but smile when Kurt’s scent changed for the better, filling the room with one of Harry’s most favourite smells in the world. “You know me too well, my pet.” He said, moving up the bed and shifting to cover Kurt’s body with his own. “And you’re lucky I’ve decided that it’s a good thing.” He wasn’t overly fond of his pet taking initiative and doing things that Harry had not yet ordered him to do. “But tonight is your night, and I’m going to give you whatever you want.”

The imp half wanted to let out a whine, he didn't know what to do or how to direct the night. He didn't want it to be over quickly, but he also didn't want to drag it out and bore Harry. He'd been Harry's pet so long, Kurt only really knew how to obey and do what Harry wanted.

He thought for a minute and got an idea. "Oh. What we did for your birthday. I really liked that, can we do it again?" Special nights they got very creative. So with any luck, Harry would go for it.

#good boy #goblinglider

TW: Dub con! Professionalism | Clay (suspension play) and Kurt (overstimulation) Non-canon

His words were saying one thing, but his tone and his body were agreeing and together they told a completely different story. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Clay mused. “Never held much stock with the stereotypical Omega tripe but look at you, you’re practically panting for it.” The pirate was bleeding heat like an old-fashioned combustion engine, his fingers and toes spasming with every ragged inhale. “Don’t fret yourself with the logistics.” Clay patted one blue-furred thigh in feigned sympathy. “I’ll take care of everything. I’ll have you bent over and your ass stuffed full faster than you can blink.” The pat slowly evolves to a rub and Clay’s fingers crept slowly upwards. “And since I know I’m not Alpha and you’ll still be dripping and begging when I’m done with you, I’ll round up a couple of other Beta’s who’d be happy to help you out. No Alphas though: we’re accommodating but not that accommodating, I’ll not tie a crewmate to you for an hour. No, you’ll have to do without a knot this heat though if I’m feeling charitable I might be persuaded to wedge something substantial there for you.”

#tw: dubcon #quintessentialquartermain #profesionalism

Kurt panted and looked up through blue bangs. The image of the pirate was long gone. Just a helpless omega in need of care. He clenched his fists. "Alright." He gasped out finally. He wasn't fooling anyone trying to be tough. Nothing was worse for an omega than riding out a heat and not even being able to touch yourself. This was humiliating but what had to be done had to be done. He let out a few curses in his demonic language but moved as he could towards Clay's hands, which wasn't much movement at all.

Good way to say hello | Kitty and Kurt (oral fixation)

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The vibrations from his muttered words was more than enough to send Kitty off the edge, added to the curl of his finger and she finally gave in, orgasming onto the heat of his tongue, his hand.

After, she paused to catch her breath before throwing a wicked smile Kurt’s way.

"Your turn."

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As Kitty went over and recovered, Kurt was busying himself lapping at her. Mein gott it was a taste he's missed. He didn't miss one bit of it.

As her breathing leveled out, the blue imp shifted up into a crouching position on her bed. "Whatever you wish, Fraulein." He smirked.

Good Boy - Harry Osborn and Kurt Wagner (Objectification) - noncanon

He feared he never would grow to become entirely used to the means of travel which was most preferred by his pet; Harry simply wasn’t built to be able to transport from place to place as easily as Kurt could, and he was always unsteady upon his feet upon arriving at their location via teleportation. Harry sat himself down on the edge of the bed before he fell down and looked to the pet at his feet. “Stand up and lay down on the bed.” He said, slowly beginning to undo his tie.

He knew Harry would need the minute to settle himself after teleporting. Getting up from his crouch he crawled on to the bed next to Harry and lay out on his back, his tail going out perpendicular to his body. Yellow eyes were hopeful and there was starting to become an obvious ache in his shorts. With some mind left, Kurt shifted his scent markers to Harry's favorite, omega. Knowing well it would get his Alpha urges pumping.

#good boy #goblinglider

TW: Dub con! Professionalism | Clay (suspension play) and Kurt (overstimulation) Non-canon

"It’s hardly taking advantage," Clay tutted disapprovingly. "Simply extending a bit of hospitality isn’t savage behavior at all." The wall and cuffs mean he couldn’t go far regardless of how much he strained. All it did was make it that much easier for Clay to press up against his front. "And how do you think this is going to go otherwise? Do you think we’ll unlock you, leave you to take care of yourself unsupervised? We’ve been caught with our breeches around our knees by you far too many times for us to even consider that. Do you really want to hang here by your wrists through your heat? No friction, no touch no satisfaction? It’d be a long couple of days, think you can manage it?"

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Kurt bit his lip and held back the noise his body wanted to release. "You're a bastard..." The insult was half-hearted at best. His mouth said one thing but his body moved towards Clay's touch. Aching for something. He wasn't an Alpha but his body wanted it. While the blue fur hit any kind of flushing. His body gave off more and more heat. Showing he was ready to be taken. His tail wanted to move, wanted to get out of the way. His clothes were starting to feel constricting. "And how do you plan to help without letting me down? Do these things actually raise? Let me hang at level with your cock? Or anyone else who might want to come be 'hospitable' after you've left?" As much as he tried to put venom in his words. It only sounded... hopeful? Like he wanted those things to happen.

Good way to say hello | Kitty and Kurt (oral fixation)

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"You’re a very special brand of evil." Kitty accused, her fingers curling tighter in his hair. She had no plans to move away just yet, not when they’d done this before and had already etched out the details of their deal. She’d end up pinning him to the bed after but for now, since he’d caught her, she wouldn’t fight back. Besides, she didn’t actually want to move.

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"Must be the demon in me." He muttered against her pussy. He really loved eating Kitty out, not quite sure why. Pumped his finger in and out of her, curling it in just the right way. "Come for me, Fraulein." He really wanted to taste her. It had been a long time and he's missed it.

Good Boy - Harry Osborn and Kurt Wagner (Objectification) - noncanon

Harry chuckled lightly in amusement when his pet made a silent request for attention by rubbing his head against Harry’s palm; Harry, of course, complied and set about absent-mindedly stroking at Kurt’s soft ears while waiting for a proper response. When he received one, he momentarily paused in his actions.

Managing to pull the remainder of the night without interruptions could possibly prove to be particularly difficult, especially since he was already so terribly behind on his work - his secretary had been absolutely on top of him the entire week, her trying to ensure that he showed at every meeting and finished approving all project files and budgets while he attempted to escape whenever possible.

He did not respond to Kurt to deny the pet his request, however, he simply looked down and smiled at the mutant. “Teleport us home, then. You’re mine for the evening.”

Kurt perked up as soon as he got the order. He took hold of Harry's hand and with a 'bamf' and wisps of blue-purple smoke, the pair disappeared from the office. Moments later they reappeared in the entry hall of the house, just so one of the servants could take note they were home. He then teleported them again up to the bedroom. Once there, Kurt released Harry's hand and moved to crouch, as he did instead of kneeling, looking up at his master for his next command.

#good boy #goblinglider

TW: Dub con! Professionalism | Clay (suspension play) and Kurt (overstimulation) Non-canon

"See that’s where you’re wrong. It is my business.” Clay’s stride slid easily into something smooth, rocking, the gait everyone who’s spent time in minute, rapid shifts of gravity picks up, made all the smoother by the nearly predatory set of his shoulders. “We’re not savages on this ship; we do make an effort to see to our guests’ comfort as much as possible. And I get the inkling you’re not far from being very uncomfortable.”

Fury would order him to deal with it. Clay knew this like he knew the grav field aligns North at the bow. He didn’t bother the Captain with shit like this if he wanted to keep all his limbs attached. So Clay made an executive decision and crowded into the man’s space.

"It’s not your lucky day Mr Bluetail," he repeated. "But it looks like it may just be mine."