A/n: I attempted to get the dialogue right, trying not to make it too modern. If itโs cringe, Iโm sorry.
Warnings: Smut, reader becomes a sex slave (only to Jack), praise kink, dom!jack, sub!reader, unprotected sex, mentions of rape, 18+ only mdni
Jack understandably was not patient with people who were in debt to him. Some people think they can escape him, get out of paying. But the captain always finds them. He doesnโt even have to try most of the time!
Just like now, you found yourself on Tortuga. You had hitched a ride on a ship of filthy pirates, something you shouldnโt be used to do doing but, here you are. The island was the place to go for anyone who knew about it. Party central, full of life and, of course, rum.
Drunkenly you ran around the island holding a half empty bottle of rum, which you may or may not had stolen from a pub, when you ran into none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.
Your eyes widened looking up at the pirate who looked the same (and, honestly, handsome-as ever). The brunette was shocked too, his kohl lined eyes looking down at you in shock. Then a sly smile spread across his face, โWell, well what we have here?โ
You didnโt know how to respond, itโs not like you could say โWow! Nice to see ya again Captain!โ so you attempted to make a run of it. And while Jack Sparrow was always known to be quiteโฆunstable, he was quick to grab ahold of your arm.
โAh, lass. Youโre still in debt to me.โ He whispered, his accent pronounced and voice raspy.
You gulped, โWhat is it you want, Captain? Money? Rum?โ
The pirate had a thoughtful expression, โRum would be niceโฆyesโฆbut, only a bottle of rum for saving your life?โ
You sighed, remembering why you were in debt with the captain in the first place. Once you had fallen off a tall balcony into the ocean below. You did not know how to swim at the time, and almost drowned. Till Jack swooped in and rescued you.
โYouโre rightโฆyou know Iโm eternally grateful for thatโฆyou couldโve just had let me die.โ
โAye, but I didnโt, lass. The world would be much worse without a beauty like you gone.โ You couldnโt help but blush.
โSoโฆhow is it you want me to pay?โ
A smirk spread across his face.
And you found yourself upon the Black Pearl, mopping, cooking, being eye candy for the crew members. Anamaria, who was the only female on board other than you, even participated in the lustful ogling. Turns out pirates will always be pirates no matter their gender.
None of the men had raped you like you assumed. If anything, it seemed as if they were afraid to get too close to you. The only one who got in close contact with you was Jack himself.
And he always called you into his quarters at night. Something you began getting used to. The captain was a man, after all, and he most certainly took advantage of the fact he had a pretty female slave on board. The pirate was possessive, though. No other crew member was to touch you.
One particularly rainy night you made your way into his quarters. He was already spread out on the couch-one heโd somehow stolen from Governor Swannโs house-and you couldnโt help but bite your lip. Jack was handsome, no doubt that.
โCome here, lass. Let me see ya.โ His deep voice and accent always made you weak. You made your way over to him and sat on his lap. His cock was pushing against his pants, threatening to be released.
The cold sensation of his rings flooded your body as he moved his hands up your skirt, kissing you passionately. The captain had always made sure his breath was up to par, he wasnโt that indecent.
Soon enough your dress was on the ground along with your undergarments, your nipples pebbling against the cold air. You jerked his cock off, stroking it slowly at a steady pace while he bit and sucked on your nipples.
Throwing your head back, you moaned. You had begun grinding your pussy on his thigh, desperate for friction.
โComeโer. Lots of better things you could do with that little cunt.โ Jack rasped. You didnโt have to be told twice as you straddled him completely, his tip brushing against your clit making you hiss. Slowly, you sunk down on his fat cock, eyes rolling back in your head as you got filled by your owner captain.
โThatโs it lass, so fuckinโ good.โ The brunette moaned, gripping your hips as you bounced up and down on his lap. One of his hands snuck down to rub your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.
โOh fuck, captain!โ You cried, feeling the coil inside you begin to tighten, tears springing in your eyes. He always managed to make you feel so good. Which was why you hadnโt necessarily complained about your predicament a week after being on the ship.
The captainโs mouth went right back to your nipples, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Soon enough, you found yourself clenching around his dick, at the brink of orgasm. Just as you came, Jack pulled out just in time to finish on your lower stomach.
You leaned down to kiss him again, threading your fingers through his locs.
โMaybe next time Iโll have you wear me hat.โ He said causing you to laugh.
James Norrington the men you are ๐ซก๐๐ I recently fell in love with this character thanks to the fic of @esta-elavaris "Catch the wind" is amazing I was giggling alone in my room.
I have been in an art block for like a week it was horrible I wanted to pull my hair out but here we are. This drawing turned a bit melancholic, idk men his life is tragic and that makes me sad ๐ฅบ
Also is this a safe place to say that I prefer him with the uniform than his pirate dirty look ?
โGotcha,โ a voice said, and a face peered down under the desk, directly at you.
But the face staring at you, you could hardly believe, was the infamous Captain of the Black Pearl, pirate lord of the Caribbean Sea. You were under the desk of none other than Jack Sparrow.
Your breath hitched, eyes widening like a deer facing the barrel of a gun. You slapped your hands over your mouth.
โAh, well, what do we have hereโฆ?โ he smirked, his expression morphing into one of interest and curiosity, all with a terrifying drawl. Like he was playing a game, but you were the target.
You went with saying nothing. That generally tended to be the safest option.
โDon't talk much, do you, poppet?โ He raised an eyebrow, that grin was still plastered onto his face. โNow, how did you get down hereโฆโ he mused, still looking at you with an expression you couldn't decipher.ย
You took a deep breath, trying to attempt to speak, but all that left your lips was a pathetic squeak. You clapped your hands over your mouth again as he laughed lowly.
โWhat are you doing under my desk, love? Come, come, letโs get you acclimated, then youโd maybe talk a bit, โey?โ He flashed another smile, but you just curled up even further.
He grabbed a hold of your hands, yanking you out and up onto your feet, hands holding your shoulders to stabilize you.ย
โOh, well, well, what were you doing all down on the floor, love, youโre much better suited standing upright! Now, how did a lovely creature like yourself end up on the Pearl?โ he asked, maybe a bit too close for comfort. The rum on his breath was unmistakable. His eyes raked up and down your figure, having some form of appreciation for your decision of attire. Or lack thereof, that is.
โWill- will you hurt me?โ you stammered, so frightened that your voice was hardly audible, practically a whisper.
He raised his eyebrows, seeming not to be surprised so much by your words, but of the fact youโd spoken at all, which- in all honesty- surprised you, too. โHurt you? Now, whereโs the fun in that? Not before I find a reason to hurt you, aye?โ He grinned again, taking a step towards you and reaching for your neck.
You flinched, but he rubbed his fingers along the gold necklace you wore. After inspecting that, he tilted your head aside gently to look at your earrings.
โTake them. If you want them,โ your voice blurted, clearly desperate to keep yourself safe, and with the man standing before you, that measure was not drastic at all; it was necessary.
He furrowed his brow in confusion at you, a mask of unclarity marring his features. โWell, if you must insist, doll,โ he shrugged, his hands reaching around your neck to unclasp it, his fingers lingering on your skin for too long.
You stared up at him, fear still strobing through you, trembling so ferociously that it was difficult to ignore.
He rolled his eyes. โLove, I donโt bite. You're gonnaย pass out if you keep holdinโ your breath like that, and I promise, an unconscious lady wouldn't be pleasant for the neither of us, wouldn't you agree? Now, why don't you sit and tell the tale of how you came to be under my desk on the Pearl, aye? Howโs that sound?โ He said to you, talking a mile a minute and sounding both tipsy and sober at the same time.
You nodded nevertheless. โAre you Jack Sparrow?โ
He paused. โCaptain.โ
โCaptain Jack Sparrow,โ you said quickly, figuring it must be. Who else led the Black Pearl?
His grin returned, all teeth this time, then did a dramatic show of bowing and tipping his hat. โThe one and only, love.โ
You swallowed in an attempt to calm yourself down. โI was on- on my fatherโs boat, and-hic- and you monsters attacked us-โย
โWeโre pirates, doll, you ought to be aware of the engagements we partake in,โ he cut in.
A huff of air exited through your nose, frustration fraying at your stature. You tried to rein yourself in. โ-I didn't know what to do, so I ran aboard, and I hid where I saw the first hiding placeโฆโ
Jack nodded, amusedly running his tongue along the side of his mouth as you spoke. โWell, itโs a good thing you hid in my cabin then, isn't it, darling? An interesting surprise for the two of usโฆthe lady, getting the pleasure of meeting Captain Jack Sparrow,โ he gestured to his chest boisterously, then inched closer to you, his hand ghosting over your hip. โAnd I, finding a pretty little thing under my desk in nothing but theseโฆfine day, isn't it?โ
You flushed, your eyes widening. You attempted to back up, but found yourself frozen. From fear, or from the shock of his forwardness, you couldn't quite say.
He only flashed his gold-scattered smile at you again,ย curling his fingers around your waist to tug you closer. Your face felt like it was burning, and you could stand the pulse in your neck that quickened, beating damn near out of your chest.
โWh- I.. Don't you think itโs a bit, er, inappropriate to have me in this attire? Uh, Captain?โ You quickly added to make sure not to anger him. You stumbled away from him, slipping away from his grasp and stepping backwards.
โNot at all love, in factโฆโ He snatched a bottle of rum from his desk, uncorked it with his teeth and spit it across the cabin. Tipping his head back, he took two gracious swigs from the bottle. โ...I think youโre overdressed.โ His voice sounded like the gravelly streets of your hometown in Belgium, and he slithered over to you again, looming in front of you.
โCaptain- er, I don't mean any harm- itโsโ He cut you off by pressing a ringed finger to your lips.
โCare for a drink?โ he murmured huskily. His thumb rubbed your bottom lip, pulling it open to part your painted lips. The blood rushed to your face once again.
You weren't sure how to respond. โWe, if you don't mind, sir,โ you croaked, your voice somehow missing. You went with an easy answer, one that was in the middle of the road enough not to upset him either way he took it.
โRight, then,โ He smirked toothily, whisking his half-full rum bottle off his desk, the glass clinking against his ring-adorned fingers.
โOpen for me, love,โ he pulled your lip down again, anyway, revealing your teeth and tongue. And despite the pounding of your heart- was it fear, or something else- you didnโt fight back, mostly due to how shocked you were at his actions. You had never had anyone act to you in this manner, never! So why were you letting it happen now?
His fingertips were rough and calloused, and he tasted salty like the ocean. You slackened your jaw in his grip.
โThereโs a good lass,โ he purred, bringing the rim of the bottle to your lips and tipping it forward. The dark liquid inside sloshed around inside, then started draining downwards. You pressed your lips around the bottle gulping down the stinging drink. It was bitter, burning your throat, as you found out with a yelp, but he didn't relent, only tilting it even further while you tipped your head back, trying hard to keep yourself from choking. His eyes flicked to how much rum was left, deciding to pull it away from your mouth.ย
The rum made your throat ache, and your mind fog up a bit. You panted for air, trying to catch your breath. The air tasted sweet in comparison. You swiped a manicured hand across your lips and peered up at the man before you.ย
โAh, and how was that? Too much for you, aye, doll?โ Jack asked, relishing in the exhausted look you wore, clearly satisfied at your drinking inexperience. Who were you to blame? Rum was vile, and it was beneath you to consume alcohol in such drastic amounts, especially for a noble like you. But here, there was a right answer. Or at least, there seemed to be. You were facing death in the face, and Jack Sparrow, though treating you cordially enough, could easily snap your neck in mere seconds.
โI can do more,โ you mumbled whilst shaking your head. You prayed that you chose the right answer.
He raised an eyebrow again, the sly smirk tugging the corners of his lips and creeping up his cheeks. You didn't know whether to feel intimidated or excited.
Excited?! No- no. Not the word.
The butterflies in your stomach, though, did not receive that message. He sat you down on his desk, standing over you much more noticeably now, which may have been even more scary than before.
โSo you can take more, โey?โ Jack sneered, then took a generous swig. โOpen.โ
You blushed at how fast you opened your mouth for him, expecting him to plant the glass rim to your lips again, but all he did was take the last gulp. His thumb traced ghostly paths along your neck, finally reaching your chin and tilting your head backwards. You did as he urged, then he pulled your bottom lip down to part them once again. He loomed over you, then with a lecherous wink, he connected your lips, letting the entire mouthful of rum flood into your mouth and down your throat, drops dribbling out the corners of your mouths and running down your face. This left you stunned, flushing and gasping.ย
You were a lady, for crying out loud! Youโd never even so much as kissed another man, not even that! You were high-ranking, pure and admirable, like an untouched flower in a prized garden. And now, this pirate standing in front of you, spitting rum into your mouth like you were nothing more than a common harlot.ย
Your mouth hung open at the dirtiness of what heโd just done, eyes wide and practically ogling at him. All he gave in return was a smirk, leaning down to lick the spilled droplets off your lip and chin.
โWas that enough for you, love?โ He hissed into your ear.ย
Your breathing was heavy, the words on your tongue not forming as you tried to process what exactly had just happened.ย
โYou- I-, how could you- I justโฆโ You stammered in horror at what you'd done, cursing yourself for not seeing through him and allowing it to happen, but also cursing yourself for liking it.
Your lips shut closed now, worried about being alone with a drunk pirate, which was likely much worse than being with a regular old pirate. Not to mention, the alcoholโs symptoms were beginning to take effect on you, too.
โJust look at youโฆshaking, scared,โ He leaned down to your eye level, a sneer adorning his lips. โ...poor thing.โ
The following event, interestingly enough, you really weren't sure if it was you or him that initiated it, but the next thing you knew, his lips were smashed to yours. And embarrassingly, you were stretched upwards to meet him. He tasted of salt from the ocean and the burning sweetness of rum, all underneath something else that you couldn't quite place, but it was delicious enough for you to want more. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, and you were physically unable to refrain from letting out a small whimper, soon finding your mouth full of his tongue. Your own tongue found his, clashing and tangling as he gripped your waist tightly. His hand slid down your lower back to the curve of your bottom and the back of your thighs, pulling it towards him and pressing it up against his side.
You broke away from the kiss to catch your breath, breathing heavy gasps into his neck, your eyes squeezing shut.ย ย
โRather in the way, this little corset, wouldn't you agree?โ Jackโs hands travelled along the lacing of your underdress. โShall we dispose of it accordingly?โ his voice was a low murmur in your ear, you felt him nip at your sensitive skin. His hands floated down your back, ringed fingers making quick work of unlacing it and tugging it free, finishing with a cursory toss of it onto the floor.
You breathed against his lips, hands tangling through his hair and yanking him towards you. He glowered over you, leaning so far forward you were practically laid down on the desk, clad in the thin, linen brassiere and that similarly-thin skirt. He stood between your legs and hovered over you.ย
With the blood rushing everywhere inside you, you seemed to be almost immune to the fear that had initially restricted your every move. Now, you were boldly chewing on your lip and staring him in the eye.
โI want you to get this off,โ you hissed in frustration, leaning forward and tearing his shirt open. His broad, muscular chest was now exposed to you, tanned and littered with tattoos and scars. You licked your lips at the sight, ripping his waist sash off and removing his shirt fully. You slid it down his arms, revelling in the complete sight of it before discarding the shirt onto the floor, too.
โAh, so youโve got some fire in you, after all, โey?โ He wickedly quipped, hooking a finger around the waistband of your skirt and tugging on it slightly.
You let out a strained whimper, then grabbed his shoulders to bring him into another heated kiss. Heโd told a lie earlier, really; he definitely did bite. Yes, at your lips, neck, earlobe, collarbone, but you were busying himself with mewling beneath him and pulling him ever closer, and you couldn't quite object to his nipping.
โHm, you love making noise, donโt you?โ he cooed into your collarbone, his facial hair tickling the soft flesh of your chest.
You panted, gritting your teeth to stave the coiling frustration and arousal in your abdomen. โWell, Jack, I'd argue that youโre a bit to blame, there,โ you mumbled as softly as you could, the words practically slipping from your mouth. You shuddered at the sensation of his large hands stroking the skin of your waist, your stomach flushing at his movements.
โAh, love, what can I say? Guilty as charged,โ he growled, lowly into your ear, as his other hand slipped underneath your back, pushing your spine to arch towards his chest. His hands swiftly unclasped the lace brassiere, and he tugged it off your body with his teeth, launching it across the room.ย
The sight of him holding the garment between his teeth couldn't have been sexier, and you simply covered your mouth and averted your gaze, face flushing.
You were now entirely topless below him, now fully accustomed to the lecherous expression he wore. The crooked smile and his raised eyebrows. โTruly a lovely little thing, you areโฆโ he purred mischievously. He licked a slow stripe down the plush skin of your breast, softly stroking his thumb across the other.
The shaky whimper that escaped you was not a sound for innocent ears, shocking even yourself at the dirty nature of it all.ย
โAh, Jack,โ your voice was a frail moan, you swelled at his touch as his tongue flitted wickedly atop the flushed area. He looked into your eyes from his spot between your breasts, sucking a dark bruise into the sensitive flesh there.
โMm! Ah, oh- Jack,โ you whined, your voice barely recognizable from the arousal threaded within it.ย
He pulled off from your chest, floating over to your face and hovering above you with a wolfish grin.
โSomething youโd like to say, perhaps?โ He suggested with a chuckle, his breath ghosting a chill onto your lips. His thumb rubbed back and forth onto your navel, sending a shudder down your body. You fought the urge to squeeze your legs together.
โHow are you faring โneath the skirt, my dear?โ He crooned, voice silkier than the purest satin robes youโd ever worn before.
You choked in a breath, the air in your lungs vanishing, and your hips mindlessly rutted against his desperately.
โJack, oh God, I don't-โ your words were so difficult to form, bubbling out into fragile moans. You aimlessly grasped at his back, trying to reel him in closer to you as his hands explored your body seductively.ย
He let out a deep rumble of a laugh at the needy show you were performing for him. To your shock -and horror- he slowly peeled himself off of you and stood up, leaving you laid down on the table in confusion.ย
You cocked your head at him, unable to form words, due to your brain being reduced to mush. Your mouth felt parched as you sat upright, head dizzy from the attention heโd so cruelly just withdrawn from you. You attempted standing back onto your feet, but wobbled. He took a step towards you, his grin unwavering.ย
You looked at him with a furrowed brow, your lips pursed in confusion. โJack? What do you-โ
He pressed a finger to your shoulder, pushing on it firmly.ย
โWhat would you like from me, now? Iโd really,โ he growled softly into your ear, โreally, love to know.โ
You parted your lips, dumbfounded. โWhat- you can't be seriousโฆโ
That devilish smirk appeared on his face once again, leaning down to your eye level. โDead serious, love. Two hundred percent.โ
โI want-โ your face flushed, โ...donโt make me say it, Jack-โ
โAh,โ he tutted, โbut how will I know what to give you if you donโt ask? Riddle me that.โ
you tightened your lips into a thin line. โYou're despicable,โ you pouted.ย
โSo they say. Persuade me, if you will, my lady,โ he flashed a smile at you, then stepped back.ย
A frustrated whine ripped through your chest, and you glared at the man standing before you. โI want you to touch me,โ you muttered softly.
He raised his chin, tongue gliding across the inside of his cheek in interest. โWhat was that, my darling?โย
Your cheeks burned red in humiliation. โPlease me,โ you grit out. You felt your lips trembling as you said it.
He pursed his lips in mock thoughtfulness. โYou'd like me to do what?โย
You were mortified, embarrassment coursed through you like a cold wind, but the tension inside you didnโt relax, it just made you even more frustrated.ย
โLove, I couldn't help but seem to remember, when I first saw youโฆโ he started, leering down at you and dragging his eyes over every curve your body had. โHow remarkably captivating you looked on the ground..โ
โWha-โ you couldn't believe your ears. โYou want me to-โ
He tapped his chin. โAh, wait. No, I don't want you to just get on the floor, no, no, don't be silly!โ
You blinked, relief rushing into your mind.
โI want you to take that skirt off, first,โ he said finally, voice low and gravelly.
Your breath caught in your throat, a surge of excitement, shock and horror racking you to your core.ย
โGo ahead, mโdarling,โ he nodded, crossing his arms. โIโm watching.โ
Your mouth wavered slightly, as you looked back at him like you were pleading for mercy. He just widened his grin, staring at you like a fox would a rabbit.ย
As demeaning as it was, you slowly tugged down at the waist of your skirt, untying the string and pulling it down. It loosened at the hips, and you tried looking everywhere besides Jack as it fluttered to the floor at your ankles.ย You stepped out of it and closed the distance of your chests to the pirate.ย
โForgetting something, aren't we?โ he ran his tongue along his sharp, golden canine, then pushed your shoulders down, knees buckling. โDown we go,โ he sneered, as you were pressed down to the ground, kneeling before him in just your panties.ย
โJack, Heavens, donโt make me wait any longerโฆโ you pathetically cried, looking up at him like a wounded animal.ย
โHow persuasive can a noblewoman like you be, I wonderโฆโ he said simply, his firm expression free of mercy.
You gazed up at him, blinking. โPlease, Jack, I want it.โ
His lips turned up, threatening to form a degrading simper. โI think you can do better than that, love.โ His voice was a gruff rumble, sounding in your ears like a dirge.
โPlease, Jack, come on, I just need you to touch me,โ you pleaded, shivering on the floor, pushing the hair from your face.
He leaned down, that wicked grin filling his face with pure amusement. โCall me Captain, and maybe then Iโll give it a bit of consideration.โ
A cry jumped from your lips as he spoke, the frustrated whine summing up exactly how you felt. That just seemed to spur him on even more, though, his smile spreading into a smug one.
โPlease, Captain, please, Iโll do anything I need you, Jackโ you cried, digging your nails into your thighs.
He seemed to be satisfied with your answer, his grip stuck on the tip of your chin. He gazed at you unreadably, his dark eyes blown wide with fervor, and his lips locked in a sneer of either pure contempt or pure lust. Either way, he looked like a wolf, hungry for its next meal. You were hoisted back upright, then slammed back down on the table, the hard wood digging into the skin of your back.
โAh-!โ you yelped loudly, your head knocking into the mahogany desk, sending stars sprawling across your vision. Once you blinked, there he was again, licking his lips at the sight of you. You were all laid out, supple skin bare and flushed, just for him. Your arms were splayed out, hair in every direction, and half-lidded eyes focused solely on the pirate.
He looked about ready to devour you.ย
Jackโs calloused hands, hot like fire, raised again, his left hand stroking your nipple, which was firming and blushing as he rolled it between his fingers.ย
โWell, I suppose that proper ladies such as yourself have an extensive capability for listening,โ he murmured, condescending and sharp, still toying with the sensitive bud.
You nodded and squirmed beneath his hand, watching him take in your reactions. โYes, yes, I am.โ
โThatโs what I like to hear,โ he gave you that crooked smirk, making your knees weak. He hooked a finger around the waistband of your linen panties.
โOh, please, Jack, do it, take them,โ You begged, watching him grab something from his belt.
It was a sheath, you noticed. He slowly removed the knife from the pouch, revealing an entirely silver dagger. A rush of fear blew through you, but he stayed even, keeping it in his hand and slicing the fabric of your panties with it, then pulling them off easily and tossing them behind his shoulder. He laid his eyes on you, raking across the exposed, attention-deprived heat between your legs with a grinning hunger, like heโd been ravenous.
Still gazing at the aching area, he stabbed the dagger into the wall beside him, then praisingly ran his hands along your velvety thighs, his large hands almost covering the entire surface area.ย His thumbs stroked the insides of your thighs as he looked at you hungrily. โSuch a needy thing, look at you,โ he admired. โFed you some rum, said a few words, and you're drippingโฆwhat a dirty thing you are..โ he cooed, rubbing his thumbs into the glistening, slick center between your thighs, nearly leaking onto the desk.
You flushed brightly, turning away in horror. You couldn't believe yourself, just look at you! Spreading your legs for a pirate!ย
โI- oh, Jack, I'm awful, aren't I?โ You moaned, ashamed. โCrying for a pirate to ravish me, I've never been lower,โ you mewledded, rutting your hips to his fingers, which evilly glided up and down your thighs, grazing the sensitive flesh of your neglected heat, but not nearly satisfying enough.
โOh, terrible,โ he agreed smugly, โhigh-class noblewoman, reduced to a weeping pile under me, humping my hand like a bitch in heatโฆโ he purred into your pelvis, his nose tracing the outline down to your hipbone, rubbing his face against your skin like a cat. He buried his nose into your thighs, inhaling your scent deeply.
โYou smell like jasmine,โ he said, before taking a sizable lick from your leaking entrance all the way up to your buzzing clit, earning a wanton shriek from you, a sound unlike anything like youโd ever uttered before. It was worse than youโd dare imagine.
โHm, thisโll be quick, then, wonโt it, my dear?โ he smiled to himself, his coarse facial hair nuzzled between your legs, and he lapped continuously. For his pleasure or yours, it was a mystery to you, as he seemed to thoroughly enjoy himself as he continued, face buried deep in your warmth.
The squelch of his tongue deep inside you pulled another long, drawn-out moan from your mouth, stars clouding your vision. This was a dream, it had to have been, life had never been so good before.ย
Pirates of the Caribbean au where instead of Will Turner going after Elizabeth in CotBP, itโs Estrella. I have this entire love story building in my head, and itโs driving me nuts. So many wips, so little time.
ใปWill is the anchor: steady, grounded, practical in his loyalty. He becomes the quiet balance in the trio.
ใปElizabeth is the flame: bold, adventurous, full of daring plans. Sheโs the one pulling both of you toward danger and freedom.
ใปYou are the storm between them: witty, sarcastic, unafraid of chaos, and keeping both of them laughing (and on their toes).
ใปTogether, you form an unbreakable trio; iron will, blazing fire, and unpredictable storm.
ใปWith saying that, Will and Elizabeth are terribly protective of you.
ใปOf course you can take care of yourself, but they don't like letting you do things on your own
ใปYou make each other laugh, shamelessly share bits of clothing and have a bond so secure that time nor distance could weaken it.
ใปYour three person relationship is more accepted amongst the life of piracy. But whenever you go on land (with 'civilised' people) they do not understand. They think it immoral and wrong
ใปWhich neither one of you care about.
ใปChaos seems to follow you three ... everywhere.
ใปYou all live on your large ship, with a crew and the pirate flag waving up ahead.
ใปElizabeth, aka the Pirate King, is the Captain, with you being the Quartermaster (The captainโs equal in many ways. Managed discipline, divided plunder fairly, and acted as a voice for the crew.)
ใปAnd Will is the First Mate (or Sailing Master) (Oversaw navigation, set the shipโs course, and trained new sailors. They needed to know maps, stars, and currents.)
ใปThough the crew see all three of you as equal leaders.
ใปAlthough he doesn't show it, Jack is rather jealous... Not that he wants commitment but he sees they way you three look at each other.
ใปMaybe he just wants to be adored.
ใปElizabeth's love language is words of affirmation; telling you how much she loves you, she loves giving praise. Will's love language is physical touch and acts of service.
ใปElizabeth drags you both out into storms on deck, hair flying, laughing at the sky. Will just holds onto you both like heโs terrified the sea will take you.
ใปYou all share a bed in the Captain's Quarter (you sail on a large vessel)
ใปLate at night, when all you can feel is the rocking of the boat, is when you tell your secrets to one another. Not just from the past, but the present and what you hope for in the future
ใปElizabeth loves it when you brush her hair.
ใปMore often than not, you and Elizabeth team up and tease him
ใปUsually Elizabeth is the most dominant, but it's suprising how possessive Will becomes and then you ... their submissive love.
ใปThey ravish you; taking off your clothes and planting kisses along your exposed skin.
ใปHands rub and grip, fingers pinch and mouths collide
ใปElizabeth constantly tells you how good you are, how you are made for them.
ใปBiting and hickies are everywhere; inside of your thigh, your chest, it shows that you belong to them.
ใปElizabeth will deliberately kiss you slow and deep in front of Will just to make him groan; he gets possessive, pushing between you, kissing you hard while Elizabeth laughs against your neck and joins back in.
ใปTheyโre as ravenous as they are devoted.
ใปAfter, Elizabeth is the one who cleans you with soft hands and silk cloth, while Will is the one who tucks you into his chest, murmuring quiet promises until you drift off.
Omg hiiii could you do โno, donโt stop. i like the sound of your voice.โ from your prompt list 4? I believe? Idk the one you just reblogged with anyone from Pirates of the Caribbean pretty pls :3
a pirateโs life for me | will turner
will turner x fem!reader
my first time writing will properly so eek!
nights could be agonisingly slow aboard the black pearl. aboard any ship, y/n thought. tedious nights anchored to something so deep within the ocean that no one knew what might be floating about down below. a dark abyss surrounded y/n, the ship and the crew, and sometimes it felt as if one night it might swallow the lot of them up whole, perhaps damning them, or perhaps relieving them. more often than not it felt as if they were already damned.
it had become routine for y/n to sit at the ship's bow, watching the stars, listening to the gentle lap of the ocean against the wooden base of the ship, watching the clouds move over the moon. for a long while she did it alone, but for a short time now someone else had been joining her.
at the beginning they didn't speak much to one another, enjoying the natural sounds of the earth and ocean rather than their voices. but soon enough, their voices became each other's favourite sound. their faces became each other's favourite sight.
will turner had never thought he could fall for a pirate. he could get involved when he had no other choice, when there was nothing but choosing the lesser of two evils, but to become intertwined with a pirate and that type of life forever was never something he imagined happening.
y/n had showed him a side to piracy that he knew was akin to freedom. the freedom he had always craved. freedom that he felt woven into his bones, something he was always seeking. she was the spirit of the sea, will thought. the way the wind tussled her hair, the way the sun shone through her, the way the stars strained to catch a glimpse of her through the clouds.
how could he let her go? not for something as trivial as propriety, decorum. something as vague and indistinct as what is right.
y/n had been talking a while now, about her childhood at sea. the places she saw, the people she met was something will could never have imagined. he watched her for a while, the way her mouth moved, the way her jaw softened when she smiled, reminiscing. but after a while he tuned in only to her voice, the sweet silvery tone of it.
but unexpectedly, the sound had stopped. he looked over to her, she was smiling but silent.
โno, donโt stop. i like the sound of your voice," complimented will.
"i'm not boring you," laughed y/n.
"no not at all. i just like listening."
something told will she was not convinced. the only thing that felt natural in the small, intimate moment was to lean over, cup her chin and turn her towards him. her eyes were dark in the dim light, but it didn't matter, he knew she was full of light. tenderly, he leaned in and placed his cool lips onto hers, which were warm and delicate despite the bitterness of the air. when he pulled away, she was smiling.
after bowing her head and collecting herself, she continued as she had before. and will, as he had done, fell back into his reverie, knowing their routine had altered only to allow for more intimacies.
It had been over a week of this torture. Your throat hurt so badly you could hardly swallow, your whole body was either shaking with chills or burning with fever, and every time you stood the world spun. You had no idea what you'd come down with, but you knew that being on the tumultuous Black Pearl wasn't helping your illness at all.
You'd been kindly offered the captains quarters, so that was where you'd been laying for far too long, bundled up under the blankets. It was night now, or that was what you assumed. In your feverish daze, someone had come and lit a lamp by your bedside, which now cast a soft golden glow around the room as you slowly sat up from your light slumber.
Your hair was messy and you squinted your eyes, trying to make sense of your surroundings in your delirium. Despite the thick blankets, you were freezing with an episode of chills. You hugged your arms around yourself, your thin white underdress offering little warmth.
Just as you considered getting up to find something to eat or drink, your door began to softly creak open.
Will poked his head in, checking to see if you were still sleeping, and a smile came across his face when he realized you were up.
"Y/N," he exclaimed quietly, making his way over to you. "Are you feeling better? Did you sleep?"
You rubbed your eyes, nodding weakly. "Not much better, slept a little." You shivered again.
Will sat on the edge of the bed next to you, his hand immediately moving to rub your legs over the blankets to try and warm you up. "I'll get you more blankets."
He began to stand, but you reached your hand out to pull his arm back. "Wait... Will?"
His deep brown eyes met yours in a questioning look, trying to assess how to best help you. You avoided his gaze, ashamed of your state and your need for help.
"Would you stay with me? Iโm sorry to be a bother, Iโll try not to get you sick.. it's just that the blankets do no good against the cold..."
"Of course," he replied in a heartbeat, as if the answer was obvious. You were quite sure it had been long enough of your illness that it wouldn't infect him, and you had been craving his touch, his warmth, his embrace, for days now.
You breathed a sigh of relief, achingly moving your exhausted body to the other side of the bed to make space for Will. Your muscles were fatigued and you winced with each movement.
"Oh, my love," Will whispered, wrapping you in his arms as soon as he got into bed. He cradled your head against his chest like it was breakable, his thumb softly tracing the curve of your cheek. "It's been a rough week for you."
You nodded, tucking your head in the space between his collarbone and jaw, the bridge of your nose aligned with his neck. His skin was warm, even smelled warm, a smoky-sweet smell.
"What hurts," he murmured into your hair, hands stroking up and down your spine.
"Throat," you whispered, too exhausted to speak full sentences. "And skin."
He hummed, holding you a little tighter. "Is this okay? Not too warm?"
You shook your head. "Perfect.โ
โOkay sweetheart,โ he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, pulling your body flush with his. โTry and rest a little more, tomorrow morning we can go up for some fresh air and sunlight.โ
You nodded, hardly even processing what he said as you slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.
