save a ship, ride a pirate! ⚓ pirate clark (backrooms) x femreader
3.2k words - first time (pirate clark), whiney captain, monsterfucking, size difference <3
Had you been here before? The gnawing thought ran through your head every few turns you made, especially when you saw an oddly familiar chair sticking out of the wall, disregarding all laws of physics. The walls all looked the fucking same. The lights were buzzing above you and bathing this world in a luminous yellow that further impaired your navigational skills. You were annoyed by your situation, but there was no choice but to continue on your journey through the stale labyrinth of grey carpet. The floors creaked under your boots as you made your way through another high doorframe. Another nagging thought was where the fuck was Clark? He said he'd be back at eleven, but when he didn't show back up in the basement by one in the morning, you went in looking for him. Not the smartest move, but hindsight is 20/20 and now your only chance out of that place was finding him.
He was obsessed with it, mapped it all out, he knew this place like the back of his hand. You kept trekking across the dull carpet, calling his name every so often, but there was no response except for a light echo of your own voice. The longer you went, the more isolating it was becoming. The lack of sound besides from the hum of the electricity was driving you crazy. You rounded a corner, but something stood right in your path. You knew that figure, and once your vision lifted, you knew that face. That.. version of Clark stood tall, swaying its heavy weight from the peg leg to the regular full-fleshed version. That body creaked like a tree. A pang of fear shot down to your gut at the sight. You had met three to four times in passing, but Clark shooed it away for privacy before you really got to interact much. In response, the pirate developed a habit of stalking, creeping around your guy's hangouts, watching. Now, he was here with you, without Clark. He could get up close. His peg leg thudded against the carpet as he took a dragging step towards you.
"Captain.. Hi." Clark told you he seemed to enjoy that nickname. Judging by the softening of the entity's perpetual frown, Clark was right. Your voice was bubbling with nerves despite you trying to mask them, that creature didn't seem great at picking up on it any way. Its head moved in a nod, as a hello, but still it advanced on you. Your neck was already craned to keep an eye on it. "Just looking for Clark.." You explained, but the creature continued closer. Fear began to spark up brighter as its consistent stride fed the flame. You took a step back as the pirate broke into your personal bubble, but that little step wouldn't save you. The Captain's malformed hand extended with an agility you didn't expect. A hand clamped on your clothes before you made it anywhere far. It didn't let go, just strained its knuckles against that fabric. The pirate yanked you back with the collar of your shirt, and you lurched closer. Your feet hovered over the ground, the toe of your boot stretching to touch the carpet. It clutched your head close to its face, eyes wide. He was examining you. The black fabric stretched roughly within his seven fingers, some of the stitching snapped with a crack, exposing the faint curve of your collar bone. That peek of your delicate skin only seemed to spur the creature on. The rough treatment was familiar, in a way, but this wasn't hostile or hateful like Clark's. It was curiosity. His actions were what he learned from Clark. "Cap-? Please-" Your voice came out as a squeak. You were attempting to get some control of the situation, trying to get his attention. He ignored you. The slight scratch of his facial hair itched across your neck. It inhaled a big breath into those replicated lungs, and gave a weak whine at the scent. You swallowed in response. It seemed utterly entranced with the scent of humans. You were slightly scared of being eaten, you would admit. Especially as that mouth creaked open, and you felt teeth graze you. That threat turned you on a bit, yeah. You didn't seem like the only one enjoying this, though.
In a strangely natural kind of way, you placed your hand near the back of his head. You felt it out, splaying your fingers against him. It almost felt comforting, the way you held Clark. The pirate gave a gentle nuzzle into you, before he reluctantly pulled himself back. For the first time you've seen, there wasn't terror in his eyes. You stared, and he stared right back. You saw a new shine in his eyes. You brought your hand around, lifting the other one up to the collar of that costume. You toyed with it, ran your thumb across the soft bit of his neck. That made his breath shift. A few breaths passed before one of his large hands slid right down to the back of your thighs. His arms were long as all hell, and he maneuvered you down onto the floor with ease before you could utter the phrase 'land ho!'. You rolled out onto your back, adjusting your weight on the carpet to find some semblance of comfort. Something about him, you didn't want to fight. The Captain was quick to crawl down onto his knees, shifting his large, lanky frame on top of you until he was steady. His body blocked the fluorescent lights from bugging your eyes any longer. The way he was hunched over you, his long legs kept his hips high, but his face swayed inches from yours.
Buggy eyes stared down at you. His eyes wandered, it was obvious. He drifted his gaze down your body. Comparatively, you were tiny, and that affected him in ways he didn't quite understand. The pirate brought his eyes back up to your face, they shined with a desperate gloss. This really was happening. You lifted your head up off the floor, and connected your lips with his. Captain felt utter delight shoot through his body. He kissed back greedily, just as he observed Clark do all these months. For so very long he was left alone, left to squirm with the memories Clark made with you that haunted the pirate's consciousness. Now, he could make his own. His saliva spread across the outer rim of your lips as he sucked hungrily. He wasn't letting up, his mouth consuming your bottom lip. Your tongue picked up hints of sweet but earthy tones, almost meaty. An ache in your chest reminded you to breathe. A hand of yours grappled onto his shoulder as you tried to separate for a second. You gasped a breath into your lungs as he pulled off. You massaged his shoulder, digging your finger tips into that muscle, and the captain purred happily. You shot your shot. "Can I... How about.. I get on top?" You asked, slightly hesitant, your mind was overwhelmed with worse case scenarios.
He paused for a long, terrifying moment, seemingly mulling over the suggestion. The debating silence was broken by him grunting and enveloping each side of your hips with both sizable hands. In a move executed with way more agility than you expected, he flipped the roles. The pirates back thumped on the floor as he spun the two of you around, and you landed right on his mid section. The large belt buckle dug into your crotch in a torturous way. You gave a light whine, and shifted yourself down the pirate's body, but what you landed on didn't really alleviate your discomfort. Captain responded with a buck of his hips, grinding into you. A sharp breath was drawn from your lips. He was hard as a rock, you felt him clearly through both layers of fabric. He was enormous, body and dick, you were already trying to both hype yourself up and calm yourself down. Your head fell low, and you stared down at where he ground up into you, your other hand was quick to find his chest. Even that was a reach from your position. Captain gave little groans, they drawled from his mouth with surprise. Your eyes went to meet his face. His lopsided eyes were pinched shut, mouth agape as he drew in shaky breaths.
One of your hands drifted lower, the other following slowly, you landed on his belt. The leather was thick, but you tugged at it until either end fell to the carpet below, letting you work on tugging the purple sash from his waist. Captain had no objection as you shed the layers off of his skin, his only response seemed to be an eager squirm of the hips. Sensing the impatience below you, you forgot about the shirt, simply shoving it up his torso. You shuffled a bit down his thighs, the pirate gave a disappointed groan from the loss of weight. Nimble fingers worked at the buttons of his brown slacks, and the janky zipper undid with a bit of a fight. The lack of underwear took you by surprise, and the eleven inch cock leaped out. Your heart skipped a beat, but you swallowed that fear with a gulp.
A few moments passed, the air filled with heavy breaths, until you layered your much smaller hand on top of his. He opened his eyes, craning his head up to look at you. You slid it from your hip, onto the buckle of your own belt. "Undo it." You gave a directing nod, and he complied. With a small struggle, he got it off, and moved to your pants. You helped him nudge them down your legs, hitting some less than graceful positions to get them far enough. You gave a grunt of frustration, before nestling back down onto his lap. He purred with satisfaction, feeling up your newly revealed thighs. One hand could nearly wrap around your entire leg, and he kneaded gratefully at the flesh he was given. You slowly drug yourself across his length, the slick spot left on your underwear ground against his cock. He gave a groan, and lifted up into you. He was getting a bit more confidence. He scrambled one hand to tug your panties out of the way, the other guiding your hips up to grind your pussy across every inch. You left a smear of wetness across him, and you slid all the way back across to the base and rested into his thighs.
It was almost painfully slow, but you couldn't help but stall. You could tell Captain was getting antsy. His dick twitched against you, his lower body was aching with anticipation. Your hand pat up his abdomen until you landed on his chest, giving a squeeze, you looked into his eyes. They seemed eager, but relaxed. Comfortable. "Okay- okay.. we're gonna go slow?" Part instruction, part plead. "K? Nice and gentle." You reiterated. The pirate nodded. "K." It was a rumble from his chest.
Captain suddenly grabbed the side of your panties with both hands, and the fabric tore with a tug. You took a deep breath. He shoved the ripped fabric to the side, and started helping you lift your hips high enough. You straightened your thighs up, and he wrapped his hand around the base of his dick. He guided the angle until the tip nudged your hole. You shut your eyes tight, enticing colours danced across the backs of your eyelids. You drew in a quick breath. His hips twitched up, a droplet of precum smearing across you. He was trying so very hard to be still, but he was squirming with need. "So good, Captain. Doing so good." You assured, petting his chest with your thumb. Slow as can be, you followed his hand guiding you down onto the head, and paused. The stretch was sizable, but spine tingling. He gave you a moment, until you initiated the next few inches, stopping with a whine just short of five total. "Oh god." You dug your nails into his chest, swaying a bit to feel it out. Pleasure twisted in your gut, and Captain was borderline panting. His hips twitched up in a moment of weakness, but the wobbly, shocked 'fuuck' it seemed to earn him had him stopping short. You tried to pull up a bit, but that grip on your hip wasn't letting you go anywhere.
"Cap- please, please, easy." You patted his chest. He didn't think this was easy at all, nor did he want to go easy but he gave you a few seconds to breathe and loosen the hold your walls had on him. His hand left the base of his cock, and slid over the top of your thigh. "Okay.." You relaxed with a sigh, finally. He applied some pressure on your thigh while also pulling your other side down. Pain shot towards your stomach as you continued to slide down. You were slick. It went smooth until you tensed up on him again, squeezing down on the seven inches. The pirate groaned at the sensation of the sudden tightness all around. He tilted his head back, and his hat tumbled to the ground. Your breath quickened as you focused on adjusting to the size. He didn't give you much time at all, now, the second he felt your muscles twitch looser, he brought you down and his hips up. You yelped, hearing your own shock echo across the wallpaper. You felt him twitch, all the way inside you. You were so fucking warm, the captain's tongue almost rolled out of his mouth. You enveloped him so well.
He wasn't moving, and you opened your eyes, adjusting your hands so that you could hold onto his chest for support. "Good boy. Stay. Please." You whispered. You rubbed one hand across his chest, and you bent at the hips. The shift in position caused his cock to hit you in a new angle, and you gave a subtle moan. You muffled yourself with his chest, pressing a kiss to the fabric of that pirate costume. In a surprisingly human moment, the man brought his hand up to the side of your head. He dug all seven fingers into the locks, and softly massaged at the roots. Your head turned, and you rested your cheek down onto the warmth of his chest, and you heard that heartbeat. You listened for a few moment. The deep thudding inside his chest, the expansion and sinking of his diaphragm. You let out a big breath, and relaxed around him. An appreciative grunt was given into the top of your head, and he began pulling you off, slowly.
"Yes- yes, yes.." You whispered, clutching his shirt tight. His hand squeezed in your hair, the other guiding you all the way back down onto his cock. You both delightfully sighed at that. It felt so perfect. The Captains next few thrusts were perfectly paced, his tip dragging across your walls and drawing all the heavenly breaths from your lungs. "Okay.." Your hand straightened out the wrinkles your fist had caused in his vest. "Little faster.." He jumped at the confirmation, quickly sheathing himself right back into your welcoming warmth. You squealed just as he pulled out and slipped back quickly. He started giving half-assed thrusts, only giving six or seven inches. That got you gasping and planted your fingers back into the fabric of his top. Moans tripped off your tongue, and you tried to bury them all the same.
At the loss of those exquisite sounds, Captains hand fumbled on your head until he had you pinned by the temple and your airway was free. He slammed fully inside just to hear you cry out. "God- Cap!" Your hand slid up to his shoulder, and you grappled onto it, desperate to ground yourself. Your abdomen was lighting up with little sparks of a tasteful discomfort. Once he was getting fully in with each thrust, his grip on your hair was getting painful. His breathing was getting louder, whinier with each pull out. You gave a testing squeeze of your muscles, and the stutter in his hips confirmed your suspicions. You tried to strangle some words out. "Loving this, huh, baby?" You just managed, breathily.
All the captain could manage was a genuine moan that croaked out of his throat. He sped up his pace, his large body almost writhed with each thrust. He held you down to his chest by the neck, angling your hips just right with the help of your compliance. Another grumbled moan accompanied the wet squelching of your soaked heat. A pooling warmth spread across the pirates abdomen, and he chased that feeling desperately.
You were reaching your own peak, tightening around him, and losing yourself in the sensation. Pain shot across your back and ass, as in the blink of your eye, you were slammed onto the floor. Then pain hit the very top of your pelvis as the towering man continued his pace, finally having some real control. You squealed, back arching off the dusty carpet he had you sprawled on. "Fuck- Cap, oh my god!" One hand still pinned your hips to the floor as he drove his cock into you, the other wrapping behind your head to stop it from slamming on the ground with each rocking thrust. A leg of yours wrapped around his hip, and you felt your pleasure reach its peak. You gave a loud whine. With the tightening of you, and the sudden flood soaking his tip as he buried himself in you, Captain was getting sloppy. "Please- please, in me!" You rushed to blurt out, not that it really mattered. He wouldn't end this any other way. He gave a few weak thrusts, whining gibberish with each one. He let out one more lasting groan as you felt a certain oozing heat fill you up. Both your guy's releases flood out from around his base as he slowly pulled out. With a twitch, a bit more cum dripped onto your stomach.
The captain's hands snaked under your back, they were warm as they separated your sweaty body from the gray carpet. One slid under your armpit as he maneuvered you like a doll, exhausted and spent, dripping his cum. You body was slack in his hands, but he pulled you right up with him, positioning you onto your own two knees in between his. You felt a mix of fluids smear between your thighs. The large man cradled you close to his chest, still expanding with heaving breaths. You nestled between his legs, letting his arms support your upper half. You sunk your weight into him. He ran a hand along the side of your head, flattening out your messy hair with such care.
"I love you." You heard that mumble, that croak, groan. Whatever you wanted to call it, it rang in your ears from above, and nothing else mattered in that moment. You brought a dwarfed hand up to his chest, and felt at the fabric, nuzzling your head into him. "Love you too." A whisper escaped, slightly muffled by your proximity, but felt all the same.
