Summary: a prompt provided by @matronofthevoid. Times when others expect Luffy to be jealous, versus times Luffy was actually jealous.
Part VIII
“Hey you’re gorgeous!” The drunkard slurred, hiccuping as he places a heavy hand on your shoulder.
You were two seconds away from committing unspeakable acts of violence but you recognise the man is barely coherent. So instead, you only sigh and wave him off.
The drunkard slouches sadly at your wordless rejection and begins to stumble off back to his table of friends who continue to hoot and holler.
Luffy continues to swallow clumps of food by the fistful - not taking any notice of the hoards of men that have approached you, Nami or Robin this whole evening; all whilst Sanji can’t stop watching the girls like a hawk. “This is unbelievable, how can you call yourself Y/n’s husband when you don’t even notice these filthy savages laying their dirty hands on your wife.” Sanji scolds his captain who’s finally paused from stuffing his face to swallow the lump of food stuck in his throat.
“Huh? What the heck are you talking about?” Luffy huffs- annoyed Sanji is interrupted his delectable feast.
“How can you not get jealous?! I would be driven insane if I saw anyone even glanced at my wife’s direction.” Sanji declares which makes Luffy’s eyes shoot out of his head.
“You’re married?!”
“No you idiot! I’m just saying if Y/n was my wife, I wouldn’t let anyone look, breath or even smile in her direction. But here you are stuffing your face whilst Y/n is harassed and hounded for her good looks.” Sanji spits venomously but Luffy doesn’t even spare a glance. Turning his attention back to his feast.
“I don’t get it.” Luffy he drawls, his brain going blank as he try’s to make sense of Sanji’s words.
Why would Luffy get jealous over other men having working eyes?
Brook places his tea-cup down on his saucer. “So I can ask to see her panties and you wouldn’t be jealous?” Brook asks, a twinkle of mischief in his … empty eye socket.
“No.” Luffy says stiffly.
“No? So I can ask her?” Brook asks - a glimmer of excitement making his heart race slightly… figuratively of course.
“No- I mean, don’t do it.” Luffy says pointedly, his serious voice taking over. Sanji lifts his brow.
“So you would get jealous of that?” Sanji taunts but Luffy shakes his head.
“No.”
The vein in Sanji’s forehead makes its return at his captains elusive words. “Why the hell not?”
“Because.” Luffy answers taking a hulking bite out of the meat stick, chewing slowly before swallowing the lump of flesh. “She’ll kill you.”
Now don’t get it wrong. It’s not like Luffy doesn’t get jealous. He certainly does, just not in ways other people expect.
It’s a brand new sunny day on the Thousand Sunny. The cloudless sky was inviting Luffy to come out to play - only for the day to start in chaos when you are no where to be found.
“Nami! Y/n fell overboard! I can’t find her anywhere!” Luffy shouts in a panic running in circles.
“Would you calm down!” Nami shouts back. “She’s swimming on the port side with Gimbe!” Dashing to the port side, Luffy flings himself onto the rail in a frenzied panic only to see you laughing and splashing about.
Luffy’s face sours to a childish pout. “Hey no fair, I wanna play too.” Luffy mumbles, his jutted chin sitting on the rail. “Hey Y/n! At the next island come explore with me!” Luffy suggests enthusiastically, only for you to turn him down.
“Sorry Stretch, Nami and Robin asked me to go shopping with them. Besides, I can’t keep wearing the same clothes everyday.” Luffy grumbles at the rejection.
“Fine! At least come have breakfast with me!” Luffy demanded only for you to smile back apologetically.
“… I kinda already ate though…” The gasp of betrayal that poured from Luffy’s throat was so tangible that you knew you had some making up to do.
Hi Mae! I’ve been rapidly consuming and hyper fixating on Black Sails recently and therefore cannot get pirate!sirius out of my heeeeaaad.
May I request a pirate!sirius x pirate!reader drabble please 🙏🏻😫
Thank you for your request angel! I've not seen black sails so idk if these vibes are similar but it was fun! And thanks for being so so patient haha <3
cw: knife, violence/fighting in background but it's over quickly and no casualties are mentioned, blood mention because reader is hurt, fear of abandonment
pirate!Sirius x pirate!reader ♡ 1.1k words
Your lungs are thick with gunsmoke. Around you is a cacophony of shouts and the clanging of metal on metal, sea air and blood mix on your tongue, and on your legs sits the full weight of a grown man.
You reach for the sword he tossed away from you moments ago, bucking your hips in an attempt to dislodge him. The other pirate grins. It’s a wild sort of look, one that makes your heart jump in both fear and recognition—the feral joy of a good fight.
You both pause when one shout rises above all the others: your captain’s call for a retreat.
Instantly, you start fighting even harder than before, but just as quickly the pirate on top of you has a knife pressed to your throat.
“Easy,” he purrs, watching smugly as you stop thrashing. “Don’t want to have to use this.”
“Why didn’t you before?” you ask.
He tilts his head from side to side in a careless gesture. The cool edge of the knife remains steady beneath your chin. “Didn’t want to end the fun so soon, I suppose.”
Oh, he is feral. Most pirates are, you suppose, but there’s a sort of wicked cleverness in this boy’s face that usually you find washed away by sun exposure and the humdrum of months at sea. Pirates get bored, and they grow tired, and they drudge along through fights and explorations but really the only thing that awakens them is a profit to bring to land. But this one—his dark hair swirls around him, unkept and unbound, like he delights in the wildness given to it by the salty air. His eyes are the same grey-blue as the sea during a storm, equal parts foreboding and alluring. He looks more like a siren than a shipmate.
“You didn’t have any qualms about breaking my nose,” you say bitterly.
Another insouciant shrug. “Right, I might be sorry about that, but you did pull my hair. Shouldn’t have done that.”
“You shouldn’t have kicked my sword!”
“You shouldn’t have pointed it at me.” He grins, knee digging into your thigh when you try to move. “Call it even?”
No, not really—you’re still the one with the broken nose—but that quickly becomes less of a concern when you see the final few of your crew grabbing ropes to swing back across to your ship. Even with the knife biting into your throat, you begin struggling again.
“Let me go.”
The pirate arches an eyebrow. “Oh, darling, is it your first day? Surely you know that’s not how this works.”
It’s not your first day actually, but you’d hoped—well, you’d thought—those who ride under the flag of the Phoenix are said to play by different rules than most other pirates. Amongst the unforgiving mayhem of seafare, they’re regarded as almost ethical. They only target the ships of powerful governments and syndicates, those who already have in abundance, they distribute their own abundance amongst the peoples at wherever they dock, and they don’t kill unless necessary. Some see it as noble. Others, weak-willed. It’s why you’re here, why your captain was so sure the Phoenix would be an easy mark. Evidently, your captain was wrong.
“What are you doing?” you ask, near desperate. When you look around the deck, you see no more of your own. Only the unfamiliar faces of the Phoenix crew, picking up discarded weapons and keeping a wary eye on where your shipmates are surely beginning their retreat. They don’t even realize they’ve left you. “Do you want me to beg?”
Your captor’s eyes warm with amusement. He tilts his head. “Would you? Beg?”
“You’re joking.”
“I don’t know, I might like it. Feel free to give it a go.”
Your eyes dart again to the side. From your position on the deck, you can see the colors of your ship’s flag beginning to move away. “You have to let me go. Just let me go now, it’s not too late. I’ll swim to them. They need me, my crew—”
You cut yourself off when you realize what you’ve said, but the pirate atop you has already heard it. His eyes glint.
“Your crew?” he asks, interest palpable. “My, you are interesting, aren’t you? What do I have here, a quartermaster? A first mate?”
You press your lips shut.
He tuts. “Well, I hope you can understand why this is even greater incentive to keep you. Once they realize you’re gone, your crew will come back, and perhaps we can negotiate the return of some of our merchandise, yeah?” He stops pinning your shoulder to the ground to give your cheek a pat. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m sure you won’t be stuck with us for long.”
You stare him down furiously, but he only keeps jabbering on like you’re enjoying friendly repartee.
“I suppose since we are going to be spending a bit of time together, we may as well get acquainted. I’m Sirius. What’s your name?”
You don’t so much as blink.
Sirius actually rolls his eyes at you. You try to seize the opportunity to grab for his wrist, but as soon as your fingers wrap around his forearm the knife is pressing more menacingly against your throat. You stop breathing.
“Now, as soon as you’re ready to behave,” he says smoothly, “we can see about getting your nose fixed. Maybe there’ll even be time for a meal before your captain works up the chops to circle back. It’s my brother’s birthday, so there’ll be cake.” You’ve gone nearly limp, even with the knife retreating a centimeter to allow you to breathe. Sirius’ head tilts. “Am I enticing you?”
“What if they don’t?” you ask.
“Don’t what?”
“My crew.” You swallow, trying to keep the insecurity from your tone. “What if they don’t come back?”
Sirius’ brows twitch towards each other. He doesn’t look sorry for you, exactly, more just…bemused. Like loyalty is so well known to him he can’t conceptualize its betrayal.
“Well,” he says after a moment, “then that’d be their loss, obviously. You’d be more than welcome to stay here with us.”
You feel yourself frown. “Really?”
“Yeah, course.” Sirius seems to deem this a good time to retract his knife. He does it one centimeter at a time, watching you with those clever eyes, but you can’t seem to find it in you to fight. You can’t see your ship’s flag anymore; it’s too far away to swim to. Your fate is in this crew’s hands now. “It’s not your fault if your captain’s a prick,” he says, only raising an unimpressed eyebrow when your lip curls instinctually at the insult. “We’ll take in anyone who wants to join and is willing to work. You might even find you prefer it here, with the Marauders.”
“The Marauders,” you repeat, slowly. “Is that what you call yourselves?”
“That’s us.”
“Bit on the nose, isn’t it?”
“Yes, we’ve been informed the creativity was lacking with that one.” Sirius sticks his knife in his belt, sitting up and offering you his hand. You take it. “We can’t be good at everything, you know.”
summary - It’s your birthday and your crew is all for celebrating you, but you can’t help but pay attention to girl serving the drinks.
warnings - MDNI 18+, fem!reader, slight angst, pwp (as always), smut (durrr), fingering, cunnilingus, tribbing, kissing (awe, how sweet), mentions of alcohol, piracy, reader is wanted.
wc - 2.8k
a/n - long time no see my loves, this one’s short but I do have a part 2 for you, so eat this up till idk when. anyways, enjoy, luv y’all! (Not my best work, but it’s something!)
Growing up you had a rather normal life, your father worked in the mines, you rarely saw him but it didn’t matter if you did — he was cold regardless. Your mother stayed at home tending to the home you grew up in.
You didn’t want a life like their’s, every night you prayed to be swept off your feet by some magical creature and taken away to anywhere that was away from here.
Thankfully one day, your prayers were answered.
-
The sounds of glass shattering, and screaming echoes through the streets of your town, people rushed passed, all this chaos had only meant one thing — pirates.
It was your chance at freedom, a chance to escape your normal life to find something to live for. “Hell yeah!” You took your chance, pushing past people heading towards the chaos. You eventually found the large ship, admiring the sails before quickly sneaking onto the ship; from there the rest was history.
At first, the crew was against letting you join them, but the captain insisted you be treated as an equal.
“Hang her from the sails!”
“Tie her to the front of the ship!” They suggested, it frightened you — but their captain had decided to recruit you as one of the crew members.
Years would go by, you spent your days by your Captains side, learning everything about sailing and pillaging; and of course scrape the streets for drink — and sometimes women.
Though it did feel short lived once your Captain had fallen ill, the disease could be cured but the ingredients required were too far to retrieve in time. “It’s not- worth the journey. Let me go, the gods have willed it-” He wheezed.
Over the next week, you sat at his bedside, watching his every breath. Telling him about your days “I’m scared Captain.” You whispered, leaning against the bed, you thought to yourself. “Who’s going to look after us when your gone?” You whispered. You didn’t get an answer, not for a bit.
“I'll leave you to rest.” Before you could stand, his cold hand reached out to yours. Opening his hand, he held out his sacred pendant, the one that he said he received from someone he loved a long time ago.
“Lead them.” He heaved, letting out a cough alongside his murmur.
The day came, Captain had taken his last breath, it left the crew shaken. He asked before he had died to hold a celebration, he wanted the crew to be in good spirits. So as they danced and faked their happiness, you watched, sipping ale from the glass Sammie had poured you.
“He handed you the torch.” Startled, you turned to your crewmate — he motioned to the pendant you had terribly tickled into your tunic. “Seems so.” Quiet broke between you two, Sammie would never admit it but he was glad he chose you — hell he knew he’d never be able to handle that kind of responsibility.
“He trusted you, as the rest of the crew does. I know you can lead them, lead us.” You had no choice, so you did.
The beginnings were hard, filling your Captain's shoes were harder than expected— the duties, the planning and more importantly the pillaging. Of course, over time it became your second nature and before you knew it it was your face on those ‘wanted posters’.
Years would go by, the seas knew you as ‘Madame Red’ due to your get up. Your bright red buccaneer jacket, beige tunic, black breeches and red pleather boots — and let’s not forget your red tricon hat that Sammie went scavenging islands for, and the black feather he collected from a ‘special bird’ — or so he says.
Everywhere you went, people would avoid your path, clearing ways when you and your crew marched the streets. This was the life you’d been searching for.
-
“Captain!” Sammie came bursting into your quarters as you sat behind your desk, counting some of the coin you’d collected on your last raid.
You never took from families, that’s one thing your Captain had taught you. You only strike fear in the townspeople and steal from the highborns, the ones who taxed the lowborns to live in their luxury. You’d often give back to the townspeople instead, leaving them a good amount of resources before fleeing their cities.
“Sammie.” You answered, tossing the coin onto the small pouch. “We’re to arrive in Jackson Town by dawn.” He placed down two golden goblets on your desk, you raised your brow at him as you sat back in your chair.
“That I know.” You smiled, Sammie poured wine into both cups, it was a special bottle from a crate one of the crew members had picked up — surprisingly paid for it too.
“Is there something you wanted to tell me, Sammie?” You asked, raising the goblet to your lips, smiling. ”Well I think we all know what tomorrow is,” He started, you chuckled.
“I’m not sure I remember-”
“Your birthday Captain.” The whole crew knew, they’d been planning for the past week to celebrate your big day — but to you, it was just another day.
“You’re getting older by the day, I remember when you were just a girl, stowed away in our storage.” The day you snuck off to join your knee crew changed your life forever, if only little you could see you now.
You and Sammie shared a glass more of the wine, reminiscing the past. You both soon retired to your chambers, laying back in the bed that once used to be your Captains you looked up at the ceiling, smiling to yourself.
“I hope I’ve made you proud, Captain.” You whispered before drifting off to sleep.
-
“Land!” A voice yelled, you looked out over the railing, using your spyglass to get a better look. The large town was bustling with people, you didn’t know what your crew had planned for the day but you couldn’t lie, you were excited.
You were surprised when they presented you with more than you’d expected, the town square had entertainment of all kinds; bands, dancers, painters and more. All while your crew handed you gifts of all kinds, you wondered, when did they get so soft for you?
Later that evening, Sammie and a few others from your crew entered the local bar. Silence filled the room as you stepped inside, the six of you now being the main focus. It gave you that feeling you enjoyed — probably more than you should have — that feeling of power over people, a power that strained from fear and some admirers but mostly fear.
You took slow steps towards the bar, Sammie and the others not far behind you. “Now that’s no way to treat the birthday lady?” One of your men whispered.
“Lightne up would ya? Here, how about-” You pulled out a sack of coins, tossing it onto the bar surface. “A round of drinks for you all, on me, my treat.” You looked around, it was quiet at first.
“Drinks from the red lady!” One man yelled, the bar arrested into cheers and applause. “Feeling generous tonight are we?” Sammie said, giving you an impressed smile.
“It’s just one night.” You nudged him back. You hadn’t planned to drink that night, but when the bartender came around, you began rethinking your decision.
“What can I grab for you?” She asked, clearly annoyed but you were taken back by her. Her auburn hair pulled back, tired green eyes and her freckled skin which had a light glow — possibly sweat from bussing so many tables.
Sammie nudged you, grabbing you out of your trance. “Sorry, she’ll have a glass of whiskey, neat.” She nodded before turning around. “What was that?” Sammie asked, before you could respond, she placed a glass in front of you.
“Glass of Whiskey neat, on the house.” She hummed before leaving you both. You weren’t sure what had come over you but you knew you wanted her attention.
The night went on, you nursed the same glass of whiskey for hours. You watched the girl from your spot, she bussed tables and served others at the bar. She glanced at you a few times slowly growing a smile after each glance, Most of your men had returned to the boat for the night — leaving you and Sammie at the bar.
“Captain! I think- I’m gonna- go back to ole girl Shelby!” He slurred, ‘Shelby’ was the name he — and him alone — had given your ship, you weren’t sure why he called it that but there wasn’t much you could do about it.
“Get back in one piece Sammie, I don’t need my right hand getting sliced in half by the king's guard.” You giggled, he saluted you before stumbling out of the bar.
The place was basically empty, you and three other people sat in the quiet space. The girl had returned, you started down in the glass, stirring the now watered down liquid in circles.
“You gonna take ‘er home with you?” She asked, you looked up at the girl, she motioned towards your glass and you chuckled. “She wouldn’t survive five minutes on that ship.” You joked.
Sitting up, you turned your attention to the auburn haired girl. “What? Madame Red is scared of losing a glass of whiskey to her men?” She said slowly, you looked around. “Shhh-” You surveyed the area, your name was known, but not many would dare to call it unless the king's guard was within ear shot.
“You know, ‘red lady’ isn’t the best disguise.” She giggled, amused by your nervousness.
“Do you always work this late?” You asked, trying to get yourself out of the hotseat, head tilting to the side curiously. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you always watch people work?”
“Touché.” You smiled. “So, another drink?” She asked, pointing to your glass, shaking your head, you pushed the glass back to her. “No actually,” you rested your elbows on the bar counter. “I wanted to know- what you were doing after?” You did your best at sounding smug – spoiler, it was terrible.
“Me?” She asked, pouring out the whiskey. “Nothing important, that’s for sure,” Her smile was gorgeous, everything about her made you feel like you were dreaming. “My life isn’t that interesting.” She finished.
“Your tattoo says otherwise.” She looked at her forearm, smiling. “Why don’t you tell me about it?” She bit the inside of her cheek, thinking to herself before leaning against the bar. “How about I tell you about somewhere more quiet?”
Standing outside, you waited for the girl to finish up inside which didn’t take long. She soon joined you out in the dim lit street, locking the door behind her. “Follow me, I know a place we can stay for the night.” You wanted to ask why she didn’t just take you back to hers, but then again you were a pirate — one of the most wanted at that — so you refrained from questioning.
-
“And then I fell from my horse!” You both laughed, laying in the bed in the room she’d gotten for the two of you. Well the room she asked for and you paid for, it was the least you could do.
The fresh linen sheets were too inviting not to lay on once you’d entered, of course you threw off your jacket and boots before climbing into bed. “Ok, ok, now you tell me something.” She smiled, it made your heart jump.
You were so used to the tough personality you had to keep up, you’d almost forgotten what it felt like to laugh. “Well, when I was a girl, I had actually snuck off to join my crew.” Her face softened, now a bit more intrigued at your story.
“Why?”
“I didn't want to be a housewife.” You shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. “So you became the most feared pirate across the seven seas?”
“Yeah, yeah I did.” She giggled.
“Doesn’t it get lonely out there sometimes?”
“I have my crew.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She rolled her eyes, you never had the time to think about I any certain way. With your training and new Captain duties, you hadn’t gotten to think about love since you were twelve.
“I don’t know.” You spoke quietly, still deep in thought about her question. “M’always too busy to think about it.”
“Yet the one time you have time to yourself, you take a girl out?” You knew she was joking, but something deep down knew she was right. Maybe you were lonely in a sense, missing that comfort of another person.
“Can you blame me?” You whispered, she scooted closer to you. “Guess not.” She whispered back, looking down at her lips which were a pretty shade of pink and back at her green eyes.
There wasn’t much else exchanged, other than the whimpers, moans and the quiet cusses that escaped you both. Your jacket was tossed on the floor – originally on the ‘loveseat’ in the corner but that was until you playfully strutted over to the seat, prompting the girl to follow you, ending up with her head between your thighs for what felt like hours.
Tongue working you into multiple climaxes, moving from the seat to the floor, resting on your knees with her behind you, her hands groping your boobs while you grinded against her thigh. From there it was back to the bed, returning the attention she’d given you and taking your time between her thighs to push her over the edge.
It didn’t stop there, slotting your legs between hers and holding onto her hand for leverage you rode her till sunrise. The creak of the bed and sound of your wet cunts moving against each other echoed, hell you were sure a door slammed – meaning someone had left the motel but you were too fucked out to notice.
“Gods be good.” You whispered breathlessly before leaning in to kiss her again as you desperately moved your hips against hers. With quick motions, she swiftly flipped the two of you, now on your back a bit surprised. “Gonna ride me?” you smiled.
“Save a horse, ride a pirate.” She joked, you giggled before feeling her pick up the pace. If it wasn’t for her whispering to you a ‘happy birthday’ once you’d both finished you would’ve completely forgotten that it was even your day.
As the sun slowly began to rise on the horizon, you attempted to take a bath, it wasn’t long before she decided to join you in the warm water. “Miss me that bad?” She hummed, pulling into her lap, the water spilling out of the wooden tub, she kissed you again. It didn’t take long till the pressure of her fingers filled you with bliss, you held onto her for dear life, nails digging into her skin, she’d sunken a third into your cunt – you were seeing stars.
-
“Are you sure you can’t stay? You can tell your crew to just set up a base here.” You smiled while throwing your tunic back on. “Or you could come with us, leave the bar behind.” Slipping your pants on, she stayed quiet at the offer. You sat next to her, lacing up your boots “You’d see more islands and cities than you’d ever see in your life.” You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled.
“Maybe.” She whispered before kissing you, it was different from the ones before, gentle and passionate rather than mere lust. Before you could pull away from her, your door busted open, startling you both.
“Captain!”
“Gods, Sammie!” Looking between you and the girl, he gave you a knowing smile. “Oh! My apologies, Captain, lady from the bar.” He bowed to you both, you scoffed playfully before rolling your eyes at his change in demeanor.
“We’ve been searching for you, the ship is ready to depart, we’ll be on our way to wash- town?”
“Washington City, Sammie.” You corrected, the both of you – fully dressed – headed out the door. “You know, Captain, we have room for one more.” Sammie whispered to you. “Would you shut up-”
As you exited the motel, you were met with the barrels of guns pointed at the three of you. “Don’t move!” One guard yelled. “Shit.” Sammie reached for his pistol, but to his luck was struck down with the back end of a gun – now on the floor unconscious.
“Sammie!” You were knocked onto your knees, your nerves were everywhere. You were angry, anxious and a bit embarrassed to be getting busted in front of ‘mistress’. “Shit.” You whispered as one of the guards cuffed you.
“Ellie!” The girl stepped around you, giving you a look you couldn’t understand – it was empathetic yet belittling at the same time. She joined the men before you, standing up straight but something about her felt as if she was embarrassed. “You-” You were unable to get your words out before being knocked in the back of your head.
Your vision blurred but her silhouette was the last thing you’d seen before everything went dark.
Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Pirate!Reader (Kid Pirates)
Word Count: 990
Warnings: none? minor head injury?
Reader is the doctor of the Kid Pirates' and tbh I got a very tiny bit carried away with my medical background srry lol
The medical cabin of the Victoria Punk was unusually quiet. It was one of those rare moments between storms, sea battles, and your crewmates’ tendency to lose fingers and break ribs like it was a competition. The ship rocked gently, creaking with the lull of the ocean as sunlight pooled through the single round window. You were crouched beneath your desk, arm stretched far beneath it, fingers just brushing the cap of the pen that had rolled away.
The annoying pen was your favorite though, with its smooth ink and comfortable grip. You’d scolded Heat earlier for almost walking off with it, and now the pen had decided to vanish into the shadowy depths under your desk as if in revenge.
Just a little further…
The door creaked open.
You jumped visibly, audibly, and catastrophically slamming your head full-force against the underside of the desk. A yelp tore from your throat as stars danced across your vision.
“Ffuuuhaha ow,” you hissed, clenching your teeth to hold back more colorful language. Your eyes watered slightly as you sat back on your heels, clutching the bump on your head. The pain was sharp, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You were the Kid Pirates’ doctor, after all.
Which made it all the more humiliating when you looked up and locked eyes with him. Standing in the doorway, arms crossed and expression carved from stone, was Trafalgar D. Water Law. Captain of the Heart Pirates. The Surgeon of Death himself.
You froze.
“Captain Trafalgar…” you breathed, wide-eyed. You scramble to stand, and your voice falters slightly. “You-You're the Doctor Trafalgar. Captain of the Heart Pirates.”
He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Just gave a curt nod.
“I was told you had extra supplies that my crew is short on.”
Right. Your crews were temporarily cooperating, something about a mutual threat or shared interest that Kid had begrudgingly agreed to, and the Heart Pirates were aboard for the afternoon to discuss terms. You knew they were visiting. You just didn’t expect him to walk into your medbay.
Straightening with all the dignity you could muster, you quickly adjusted your coat. “Right! Yeah, of course! We’ve got plenty of extra bandages, suture, some different topical coagulants and antiseptic, although I only really use betadine. S-sorry, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”
You laughed awkwardly, heat creeping up your neck. It wasn’t just the bump on your head that had your pulse racing now. Law was tall, quiet, and absurdly composed in the way that made you painfully aware of how not composed you were.
“I-It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you added, extending your hand with what you hoped was professional enthusiasm and not the flustered panic of someone who’d just been caught maiming themselves with furniture. “Is it okay if I call you Doctor Trafalgar?”
For a second, Law didn’t move. His unreadable gaze flicked from your outstretched hand to your face. You smiled brightly despite yourself.
And then something subtle shifted.
The edges of his stare softened, just a little. You didn’t catch it, but for Law, the recognition struck quietly, like a memory slipping through a crack in his walls. Your smile, the awkward and honest way you held yourself. There was something achingly familiar in it. Something that tugged at a place in his chest he rarely let himself feel.
Corazon…
“…Fine,” he said at last, reaching out. His hand was warm and dry, fingers calloused from years of precise, brutal work. “Doctor’s fine.”
You shook once firmly, if a bit overzealously.
“I keep most of the surplus in this cabinet,” you said quickly, pulling away and gesturing toward the lower wooden doors to your left. “You’re welcome to take whatever you need. I keep it organized, I swear, even if I’m the only one who respects labels around here.”
You were rambling again.
Law stepped past you, his presence calm and steady. He opened the cabinet doors and knelt down to inspect the items. You noticed the subtle way his eyes scanned the contents, methodical and clinical.
“You catalog your stocks by trauma type?” he asked, sounding mildly impressed.
You blinked. “Uh y-yeah. I color-code based on urgency too.”
“Hm.”
He would place an item on the white counter top above him every so often. He’d picked out a box of 4-0 Monocryl, some Dermabond pens and various-sized Tegaderms. You’d packed everything into a small box while he was rummaging through the cabinet. Law stood again, scanning over the supplies.
“These should do,” he said, accepting the box from you with a nod. “I’ll return whatever we don’t use.”
“No need,” you replied, shaking your head, wincing a bit. “Better you have them and not need them.”
There was a beat of comfortable silence. You risked a glance at him. His face was calm, unreadable as ever, but you didn’t miss the way he lingered a little longer than necessary. Nor how his eyes briefly flicked up to the knot forming on your head.
“…You should ice that,” he said simply.
“Oh, I will, I will! Right after this,” you laughed again, waving a hand dismissively. “First aid for me always ends up being last priority.”
“Shouldn’t be,” he said.
You blinked at his statement. His tone hadn’t changed, but something about it felt honest. Sincere.
“I’ll, um… I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, a little quieter.
He paused at the doorway, turning back just briefly.
“You’re not what I expected from a Kid Pirate,” he said flatly.
You smiled and squinted at him confused. “Uh, is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. “I’ll let you know.”
Then he was gone.
You stared at the now closed door for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if on cue, your pen finally rolled out from under the desk and tapped your shoe. You looked down at it like it had personally betrayed you.
Hellooo!! Could you possibly do Pirate!Reader x Mermaid/siren!Aventurine?
Here’s an idea: They’ve known each other long enough to the point Reader genuinely starts questioning if Aventurine is constantly stalking their ship or not, since he seems to pop up nearby whenever their ship stops somewhere.
The Tide Pulls Us Closer
Summary: Every time you dock your ship, Aventurine is already there—waiting, watching, smirking like he knows something you don’t. It’s happened too often to be coincidence. When you finally confront the siren about his apparent stalking, he only offers cryptic smiles and half-truths. But you know Aventurine well enough to recognize when he’s playing a game… and this time, you’re making sure the stakes are even.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Pirate!Reader, Siren!Aventurine, Slow Burn/Mutual Pining, Flirty Banter, Power Play & Mind Games, Cat-and-Mouse Dynamics, Underlying Tension.
Warnings: Mild language, Subtle manipulation & mind games, Mentions of piracy & smuggling, Light tension & suggestive implications, Aventurine being a charming yet dangerous menace.
A/N: tried a new style? Let me know if you guys like it, I'm not so sure about myself 🧍♀️
The sea had its own laws, its own rhythms. You had learned to read them like a gambler reads his cards, knowing when to fold and when to play. But no amount of seamanship could explain why every time you made port, he was there.
Aventurine.
The first time you saw him, you thought he was just another wandering soul of the sea—a siren with a voice like velvet and a smile like a dagger wrapped in silk. The second time, you thought it was coincidence. By the fifth, you were convinced he was stalking your ship.
And now, here he was again, lounging on the warm rocks of this nameless cove, half-submerged in the shallows, watching your crew unload cargo as if he had all the time in the world. The water lapped at his skin, iridescent scales catching the afternoon light. His eyes gleamed, pupils slitted like a predator’s, and that infuriating smirk never wavered.
You crossed your arms, standing at the edge of the dock. “Starting to think you’re following me, fish boy.”
Aventurine chuckled, low and smooth, the sound carried by the wind. “Oh? And here I thought it was you who kept stumbling into my waters.”
“You’re in every damn port I visit,” you shot back. “Unless I’m mistaken, you don’t exactly have legs to walk around, so either you’ve got a terrible sense of direction, or you are following me.”
He tilted his head, feigning deep thought. “Mm. Or perhaps the sea itself wants us to meet. A little wager between fate and the tides.” He lifted a dripping hand, gesturing lazily. “Besides, can you blame me? Your ship leaves the most delightful chaos in its wake. Plundering, smuggling, outwitting the Navy… I do love a good gamble.”
“You are stalking me,” you muttered, running a hand down your face.
He only grinned wider.
With a sigh, you stepped closer, lowering your voice. “Alright, Siren. What do you want?”
“Want?” He dragged a webbed finger through the water, tracing idle patterns. “Now, that’s an interesting question.” His voice dropped lower, almost conspiratorial. “Would you believe me if I said I simply enjoy your company?”
“No.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, Captain, you wound me.”
“Try harder,” you said flatly. “You don’t just ‘enjoy company.’ You like winning. What’s the game here?”
Aventurine’s gaze flickered, the easy amusement in his expression giving way to something more calculated, more dangerous. For all his theatrics, there was always something unreadable beneath the surface.
“Perhaps I’m simply keeping an eye on my investment,” he mused.
You raised a brow. “Investment?”
“You.”
The word settled between you like an unspoken challenge.
For a long moment, the only sound was the distant cry of seagulls and the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore.
Then you laughed, shaking your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
Aventurine merely shrugged. “I do try.”
Despite yourself, you smirked. “Fine. You want a game? Let’s make it interesting.” You crouched at the edge of the dock, fingers trailing over the water’s surface. “If I can outmaneuver you, get my ship out of here before you find me again, you stop lurking.”
His slitted pupils narrowed, intrigued. “And if I win?”
“You tell me why you’re really so interested in me.”
For the first time, Aventurine’s smirk faded just a fraction. Something in his expression shifted—too quick to catch, but unmistakable.
Then, just as fast, the mask slipped back into place. He grinned, sharp and bright.
“Oh, Captain,” he purred, “you do love to gamble.”
You leaned forward, mirroring his smirk. “And you do love to lose.”
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
for anon! I hope this is enjoyable my love! ˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚⋆˚࿔
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
・The relationship started out as a quest.
・One that your future boyfriend needed help with; to find his sister who had gone to land.
・You, however, really did not want to help ... anyone. Except yourself and your crew.
・But with a thirst for treasure, what choice did you have? Especially when your lil merman promised you jewels beyond your wildest dreams ... if you helped him with this one tiny thing.
・That tiny thing turned out to be a near death experience; which you were not happy about.
・His sister was goddamn happy where she was; as his merpeople were offered a life on land. However, they were never allowed back to the sea.
・But in the process...you two fell in love.
・It took a long time for either of you two to admit it. But ... when it happened, it felt like a world you had never known.
・He always has your back, no matter what. Even if he disagrees with your decision (he will tell you in private his real thoughts).
・Yes, he can transform into a 'human.' His tail seemingly melts into legs when he wills it (and is out of water; the sea holds power over all merfolk).
・Though he does still have pointed ears and an allure so charming that you've physically punched someone for getting too close.
・He's 6"6, with wide shoulders, large feet, long wavy dark hair, and the pure definition of 'eyes so blue, like the sea.'
・Your merman is quite mischievous; he loves riling you up, causing a little chaos.
・Loves being called pretty
・Walks much too fast, and is fascinated by 'hot' things e.g., hot soup, tea, baths, candles, ... oh he has set things on fire a lot. He's actually banned from fire.
・The crew love him.
・They share wild stories, but your Merman still has to learn all the different types of humour.
・No one laughed at his squid joke...
・Mates are quite serious in the Merfolk/Merpeople culture. Once they've found the one, they will not take another.
・He has decided that his Mate is you.
・And it took him a long time to tell you.
・He distanced himself, sure that you would not want him. That you could have whoever you desired.
・But the truth was, you were yearning for him. And you wanted no other.
・It took you weeks to find him. (He was leaving you clues...the angsty thing he is.)
・And he decided that if you did find him. That meant he would tell you how he truly felt:
"Why did you leave?" You asked, clinging to the rails. You hadn't wanted to be so emotional, but here you were. Captain of the fastest ship, on the verge of tears.
"I thought you did not want me," he replied. Smiling. The little shithead was smiling while you had been searching high and low for him. For weeks.
And yet, this smile made your stomach flutter. Your cheeks blush.
"Well you thought wrong fish boy!" You grumbled, tugging off your boots, and climbing onto the rail. Without a second thought, you dove right in.
The water was freezing.
"Fuck!" you said, as you surfaced, coming face to face with the merman. With your merman.
"You found me," he whispered, moving the hair from your face. His webbed fingers felt smooth against your skin. Your hands clung to his shoulders as his powerful tail swished beneath you.
"I will aways find you," you replied, one hand moving to his neck.
You looked into his eyes and saw so much. Your heart pounded as he moved. Drawing your body closer to his.
"I am eternally yours. I choose you-" and before he could finish, you kissed him.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Rivals to Lovers
"Look at that stupid dumbass man, ha! Oh shit that's my dumbass-"
Love language is physical touch x Is touch starved
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is the most notorious pirate queen of the Caribbean sea. And she’s looking for a new source of pleasure…
Warnings: Dubcon, LOTS of smut, voyeurism, cumplay, blood, gore, murder, sexual assault/rape and mentions of sexual assault/rape (NOT from Bucky or reader), language
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Sea life was a baptism by fire for Bucky. Y/N had integrated him into daily life onboard, giving him small jobs here and there. He became acquainted with the crew, who were all friendly and sarcastic with him, some teasing him more than others about his primary job of being Y/N’s plaything, but overall they were kind, which was a stark contrast to how he’d met them the night he was taken. The sway of the ship didn’t make him sick, but the sea storms did, and as his belly got used to the limited food that was available while on board for long periods of time, it didn’t help when it felt like the ship was being tossed back and forth between thunderous waves. About a month into his new life on such a night where another sea storm rocked them during hurricane season, he clung to the sheets of the bed wishing for a swift end to his suffering. He every once in a while would hastily turn and grab the bucket tied to the edge of the bed for him, dry heaving into it as his stomach broiled unhappily.
It felt like it went on for hours, and at some point he must have passed out because he was awoken by cold hands on his face. “Oh, pet,” Y/N’s voice cooed quietly at him from above. “You poor, sickly thing.”
Bucky slowly opened his eyes and looked up at her. She looked windswept and was soaking wet from the storm, but the ship wasn’t rocking as badly now so he assumed it was over. His stomach still felt sensitive but overall he was fine as he groaned and sat up on the bed, wiping away the sleepiness. “I’m alright,” he said quietly. Y/N hummed and sat with a huff on the edge of the bed, careful not to get the blankets wet as her shoulders sagged and her head hung low. Her breathing was heavy, and Bucky instantly felt bad that she and the crew had been working tirelessly for the past few days making sure the ship didn’t capsize. “You look exhausted,” he said.
“I am,” Y/N replied. “We’ll be docking in Port Royal tomorrow for repairs, supplies and a short break. Hopefully wait out the hurricanes for a while.”
Bucky’s heart leapt at the idea of being on land again, but he kept it to himself. He watched her for a moment longer, and could see her starting to fall asleep while sitting. He huffed a laugh and gingerly stood up from the bed, making sure he wasn’t sick still, then kneeled in front of her and started pulling at her coat. Her eyes snapped open and her hands gripped his wrists tightly, then she relaxed upon realizing it was him and laughed at herself for falling asleep. He chuckled with her and resumed taking off her coat, then her boots, her trousers, and each piece of wet clothing off her body until she was naked. As much as she had used him over that month he still felt stunned at seeing her fully like this. He grabbed her nightgown nearby and pulled it down over her head, helping her put her arms through the holes before urging her to lie back on the bed.
Y/N didn’t say anything and let him guide her as she snuggled into the bedding and sighed heavily. He quickly went around the cabin and cleaned things up that had fallen during the storm, opened the window for some fresh air and emptied the contents of his vomit pail. By the time he got back to the bed she was completely passed out, and he smiled as she softly snored. He tucked her in gently then laid down next to her. Normally he would cuddle close with her, but tonight he kept some space between them as he stared at her.
There was a part of him that still felt like he should be upset or worried about the implications of being “kept” by her, of being a prisoner used for sexual favors. But he surprisingly didn’t care. The moment he’d laid eyes on her he’d wanted her, something deep down inside him had immediately felt drawn to her confidence, power and beauty. And as she lay here now, soft and vulnerable and sleeping, he felt that again. He wanted to stay, as long as it was with her. She had been nothing but kind with him, and even during her rough play it was always with an underlying current of care and tenderness, making sure he was comfortable and taken care of as well.
He reached a hand out and traced a finger over the crease between her eyebrows. Her face instantly relaxed and she inhaled deeply before sighing again, her hand suddenly reaching up and taking his before pulling it down to her chest and snuggling further into the blankets around her. That made him smile, and he shuffled closer to be more comfortable as she cuddled with his hand. Bucky knew he was falling hard and fast, but couldn’t find it within himself to care.
***
The next day was a whirlwind of frantic activity as they made port. The Bella Muerte wasn’t in too bad of condition, but it definitely needed some maintenance, and as the crew stepped off the ship they all wobbled as their sea legs got used to the stable surface of land. Y/N immediately went to work on schmoozing the dock authority and finding a place for the crew to properly wash up, eat and sleep for a while. Port Royal was considered a pirate haven, so she wasn’t too worried about the Royal Crown’s troops showing up anytime soon.
Bucky was always one step behind her, his eyes darting around the Port with astonishment at how busy it all was and how many people were all congregated into one area compared to the simple life he’d lived before at another sea port. Y/N led him and her crew to a lodge on the edge of the docking area and walked in and right up to the bar. “I need to speak with Mr. Stark,” she said loudly to the barkeep. The people at the tables around them all hushed and looked over at her with wide eyes. The barkeep’s eyes widened considerably.
“Ah, miss, what business would you have with Mr. Stark?” he asked hesitantly.
“The personal kind,” she smirked. “Tell him his worst nightmare is home.”
The barkeep frowned but nodded and went through the door behind him. The patrons all watched on in silence as Y/N looked around the bar and hummed quietly. Bucky couldn’t make sense of the weird atmosphere and just waited patiently next to her until the door swung open and banged against the wall with a loud thud, revealing what Bucky would imagine as the definition of a pirate. A man walked through with wide eyes staring at Y/N in shock, the barkeep not far behind him. “Yemaya?” he asked in a tone that was both trepidation and awe.
Her smirk deepened. “Hi Tony.”
A smile spread across his face as he rounded the bar and then pulled her into a hug. The patrons all softened at that and conversations started back up, Y/N’s crew all chuckling to themselves at the antics. “Welcome home, honey,” Tony said jovially as he pulled away and kissed her cheek. Bucky felt a flare of discomfort in his chest. “It’s been too long. Are you here for some reprieve?”
“Just for a while,” Y/N said. “We need some more private accommodations.”
“Of course,” Tony shook his head. “Anything for you. Come ladies,” he said loudly, sweeping his eyes over the crew then stopping short when he saw Bucky. “And…gentleman.” He looked at Y/N with a cocked eyebrow and suspicious glare. “You are aware there’s a man following you.”
Y/N laughed. “This is Bucky,” she said, reaching back and holding his hand. “He’s mine.”
Tony’s expression shifted into realization and he smirked as he looked at Bucky. “Ah,” he said, looking him over. “He is yummy. You picked a good one. Come along then!” Tony turned with a flourish of his arm as he led the way behind the bar to the door he’d come through. Y/N kept hold of Bucky’s hand and he stayed close as he and the rest of the crew followed her through the door. He didn’t know what kind of relationship Y/N had with Tony but was feeling a pang of jealousy at the way they interacted with each other. The “yummy” comment didn’t bother him too much, he’d been referred to by the crew in worse or more perverse terms, but he still felt uncomfortable.
The lodge opened up into a large ballroom behind the bar that had more people sitting at tables gambling, eating, drinking, or being entertained by barmaids. Another larger bar was off to the right and a stage to the left with a piano being played, setting a playful ambiance in the space. Tony weaved his way through the tables and people easily until he came to another door that led into a hallway where closed off rooms were being thoroughly cleaned by servants. “My dock boy came running to tell me about a new ship that landed earlier,” he said as an explanation. “I didn’t know it was you, but I thought I’d be ready in case it was someone worth my time.” He winked at Y/N. “Two to a room, and of course the suite is yours,” he said, handing over a key to her and then turning to the rest of the crew. “Come get your keys ladies, then you can wreak havoc on this town.”
The rest of the crew laughed and hollered in excitement as they approached Tony and took keys to the other rooms, discussing who wanted to bunk with whom. Y/N quietly guided Bucky to the suite at the end of the hall, speaking lowly to a passing servant about warm water for bathing before unlocking the door and holding it open for him. Bucky nodded at her in thanks before walking in and letting out a sound of surprise. The room was surprisingly clean and tidy, the bed neatly made and the window open to let in the ocean breeze. After a month on a ship it was like a sigh of relief as he stepped in and looked around, his back itching to lay down on the mattress.
Y/N held the door open for more servants who quickly walked in with pitchers of hot water and headed to the tub near the corner of the room by the window, pouring in the water and laying out clean towels before hastily walking out with nods and curtsies. Y/N thanked them then closed the door and immediately started to strip out of her clothes. “Let’s bathe,” she said, walking over to the tub and dipping her fingers in to test the temperature.
Bucky nodded and stripped himself of his clothes before following her. The water was a little too hot for his liking but he didn’t complain as she stepped into the tub first, dunking herself beneath the water to wet her hair then making room for him to sit with her. He held back a hiss as he stepped in and slowly sunk down into the water. The heat eventually dulled into a relieving warmth, relaxing his tensed muscles. Y/N grabbed the soap nearby and wet it before lathering him up, cleaning him everywhere thoroughly. Bucky let her guide him however she wanted, enjoying this moment of quiet with her. She then grabbed a lye soap solution and cleaned his hair, massaging his scalp with her fingertips before washing it out and then using some type of butter to condition his hair, washing it out when she was done.
He then automatically took over and washed her as well, taking his time to feel her everywhere and wash between her legs thoroughly with how often they’d fucked and there wasn’t an easy, quick way to wash up afterwards on the ship. By the time he’d finished with her hair and ran the butter through it twice to pick out the knots she leaned back against his chest and hummed. “This is nice,” she said quietly.
Bucky wrapped his arms around her chest, his hands resting on her abdomen as he leaned his cheek against her head. “It is,” he agreed. They sat like that for a while, enjoying the warm, sudsy water for as long as possible. But his curiosity couldn’t hold itself back any longer. “How do you know Tony?” he asked.
Y/N giggled. “He’s a longtime friend,” she replied, her head leaning back against his shoulder. “He’s built a reputation for himself as a fearsome leader, but he’s really just a big softie. We’ve helped each other out in rough spots through the years.”
Bucky considered this, gnawing at his lip as he thought over their interaction earlier. “Just a good friend?” he ventured.
Y/N giggled again, and her hands under the water moved to his legs cocooning her on either side of the tub, squeezing his thighs and rubbing down to his knees and back. “Yes, just a good friend,” she said knowingly. “No need to be jealous, my pet.”
Bucky shamefully tucked his face into the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry, goddess,” he whispered.
Her hands moved to his hands on her stomach and moved them up to her breasts, making him cup them. “I don’t have a clean past before you, Buck,” she said, urging his hands to keep touching her. He did as she wanted, keeping his face against her neck as he looked down and watched his hands touch her, sweeping his thumbs over her nipples and watching them pebble at the water’s surface. His breathing became heavier as he kneaded her breasts. “I’ve been loved before,” she continued, tilting her head to the side so he could start mouthing at her neck, which he promptly did. “As have you. But one thing you must remember is that as much as you are mine, I am yours, too.” Bucky shivered at that, his eyes shutting tight as satisfaction and desire coursed through him and he sucked at her neck. She let him keep going for a while before pulling away and turning around in the tub, making water slosh dangerously as she climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her close as he looked up at her pleadingly.
“Say it again,” he begged.
Y/N’s smile slowly spread across her face. “Aw, you’ve grown attached to me,” she said seductively. “Good boy.” Another shiver ran down his spine, and a quiet whimper escaped his lips. She cupped his face in her hands and nuzzled his nose, teasing her lips over his. “I am yours,” she breathed.
Bucky let out a shaky breath and surged forward to kiss her. Y/N kissed him back feverishly, her fingers running through his hair and scratching at his scalp before tugging at the hair at the back of his head. Her right hand went to the necklace he always wore since she’d given it to him and tugged it as well, making his head tilt back as she kissed him. Her tongue invaded his mouth, tasting him over and over, sucking at his tongue and nipping at his lips. More often than not she took the lead when it came to fucking, and especially in this moment he was happy to submit.
Her kisses moved down from his mouth to his throat, where she continued sucking at his skin, leaving heavy, dark love bite bruises in her wake. A thrill shot through his body and straight to his cock at the thought, she’s marking me for everybody to see. His cock pressed up between her legs, and she rocked her hips against his core slowly, the water impeding her usual pace. “Ungh…Y/N,” he moaned as she licked over his collarbone.
“Such a good boy for me,” she mumbled against his skin, her hands leaving his hair to smooth down his wet body. The way her wet breasts were sliding over his chest was making him delirious, his cock aching for relief. “My pretty pet.”
“Yes,” he grunted, his fingers arching down her back so his blunt nails would leave scratch marks in her skin. “Your pet…my goddess…mine.”
“Yes, Bucky, I’m yours,” she huffed into the hollow of his throat then kissed back up to his face. “Now let’s get out so you can fuck me properly.”
Bucky nodded frantically and let go of her so she could stand. She got out and toweled herself off as he got out and dried off quickly before their hands were on each other again and he pushed her to the bed. Y/N turned in his arms and climbed on the bed, keeping herself near the edge as she kneeled and wiggled her ass in the air at him. He’d never had her in this position before, and considered it a privilege as he sank to his knees behind her and shoved his face deep in her cunt, licking and tasting her. Her clean pussy was missing that scent that was so inherent to her from when he first met her, but he enjoyed himself nonetheless, sucking at her clit as his hands felt over the backs of her thighs and over her ass repeatedly.
“Fuck yes,” she groaned into the mattress. The way her thighs were shaking under his hands made him realize that she enjoyed this position more, if not even better, than all the others they’d been in together. Bucky hummed into her pussy and focused his efforts on her clit, spreading her pussy lips apart with his fingers. Within a few more well-timed and precise flicks of his tongue she was cumming, filling his mouth with a fast gush that he moaned around, swallowing as much as he could while the rest dribbled down his chin. It was so obscene and arousing that his hips jerked up in the air listening to her cries and moans.
He kept fucking her with his tongue through the aftershocks then stood up and lined his cock up with her entrance. “That was the most delectable thing I’ve ever tasted, my goddess,” he murmured as he slid the tip of his cock through her wetness. “Got me dirty again already.” She giggled and tried pushing back into him. “As much as you own me, I think you like this,” he said lowly, then slapped her right ass cheek. She visibly shivered, her head thrashing against the mattress. “Yes, you like being used, too,” he mused, rubbing at the sting he created. He leaned over and licked at the shell of her ear. “We’re both just whores for each other, aren’t we my lady?”
“God yes,” Y/N groaned. “Please, my pet…please give me your perfect cock.”
He was stunned momentarily by her begging for him, then let out another shaky breath and nuzzled her shoulder blade with his face. “It’s your cock, Captain. How do you want it?”
“Hard and fast. Make it hurt,” she said, craning her neck back to look at him. “Don’t stop and just keeping fucking it into me.”
His eyes rolled back and he leaned against her for a moment until the pulse of desire that overcame him passed. “Yes, my lady,” he grunted, then shoved himself all the way in one hard thrust. Y/N cried out, gripping the blankets tight as her hips trembled in his grasp. He gave her only a moment to adjust then started a brutal pace. She sagged her upper body even more on the mattress while pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin accompanied the waves crashing outside around the dock that they were close to, and the distant sound of music playing from the piano downstairs or further in town. Something about it all felt so right with the obscene noises they were making combined with the peace of the suite they were in.
Bucky reached over and gripped her wrists, pulling her arms back and using that leverage to pull her back onto his cock harder, then leaned back and put one foot on the edge of the bed, creating a new angle that had her shaking and moaning loudly. Her pussy pulsed around him, and he knew she was close again. “Buck! Ah…yes!” she squealed.
He beamed at the fact that she was being just as affected by him as he was by her. “I can feel you, Y/N. Cum for me, and I’ll fill you up just how you want…fucking it deep into you until I can’t anymore.”
Y/N’s hands twisted in his grasp to hold his wrists as well and she arched her back as much as she could. “Yes…please…do it…ungh…”
He angled his hips up just a little more as he thrust as fast as possible, and she came with a scream. She gushed around him, splattering him and the mattress with her cum as she tensed and twitched in his grasp, her scream morphing into a guttural hum. Bucky didn’t stop, but her pussy squeezed him so hard he let go of her wrists, which made her flop forward on the bed. He caught himself before falling on top of her and tucked his face against her spine as he came deep inside her, continuing to thrust as he moaned and drooled on her back. He kept going for as long as he could stand it until the sensitivity made him feel like he was about to pass out, then he let himself fall on top of her.
“Oh my god…Y/N…” he huffed, nuzzling her back as they both breathed heavily. “Holy shit…”
Y/N let out a breathy laugh, her legs shaking as she tried to keep her hips up. “Always so good for me, Buck,” she said, her voice raspy after how much noise she’d been making. She reached a hand back and scratched at his hairline where she could reach, pulling at the front parts of his hair playfully.
Bucky kissed the spot between her shoulder blades then heaved himself up and slowly pulled out of her. Their combined cum oozed out of her with a sputtering sound, making him moan as he watched it. “Fuck, Captain,” he groaned. “You look so pretty with my cum leaking from you.” She tried to wiggle her ass back at him again, but it was just a shaky twitch that made him laugh again. He reached around and hugged her from behind then lifted her up on her feet, guiding her back to the tub. “Let’s get cleaned up again.”
The water was lukewarm at this point, but they both still sighed once they were submerged. He took the soap and washed her and himself again, then cradled her in his lap as they both calmed down. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her face tucked into his neck. “It’s hard for me to admit but…I do like having someone else taking care of me and sometimes…taking charge in these situations.” She was whispering, unable to proudly confess what she needed.
Bucky hugged her tighter and pulled away to look at her, using his fingers to guide her face up to look at him. Her eyes were slightly shining with unshed tears, and the sight broke his heart. He frowned and shook his head. “My goddess, there’s nothing wrong with that,” he said reassuringly. “Even the strongest people need rest and care. You may be a pirate queen, a mother to your crew with the name of a Goddess, having to be brave and strong and rough with people to be taken seriously, but when it’s just you and me you don’t have to be any of that.” Her eyelids fluttered and she bit her lip, trying to fight off the tears as she looked at him. “And I’m happy to take care of you anytime you want or need.”
She sniffed and tried to pull away. “Only because I made you–”
“No,” he said, cupping the side of her face. “Because I want to. Like you said, I’ve grown attached to you. I couldn’t help myself.”
That brought a watery smile to her face, and he smiled back at her. “You’re too sweet to me,” she whispered.
Bucky’s smile widened, then he leaned down and kissed her softly. “I’m your good boy.”
She smiled against his lips and kissed him again. “Yes you are.”
Years after running away from your kingdom, escaping your regal duties and joining a pirate crew, you find yourself back under the hand of a royal realm. Forcefully entwined amongst a palace’s workers, you struggle to hide your true identity.
An identity that once had the entire seven seas searching for you. An identity that grew up accustomed to stately etiquette and its rules. An identity that once belonged to the heir of a throne.
Pairings: Eddie x Princess!Reader, Pirate!Eddie x Pirate!Reader, Prince!Steve x Pirate!Reader
Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Mutual Pining | Hidden Secrets
