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April 26, 2014

Hi! Lady Writer here. This is the second time I send this; hopefully I’ll see it up now. *happyface* Anyway, thanks for calling me ‘wonderful’ though I’m far from that. And, yes; here’s the Fanfic this lovely Anonymous requested from me. The title is Forgiveness. Much love, dearests! And let me know if you liked the surprise!

PS. I’m a girl.

You didn’t like it. Not in the least.

The British King had offered his forgiveness for all crimes committed during their entire lifetime to most pirates there, and some had agreed to cooperate. Only thing is, the price is a little too high for some people. Most of them don’t want to sell their own friends and comrades in order to obtain their own freedom.

He is one of them.

Charles Vane is standing in front of you, head titled to one side cockily, one hand on the belt around his waist and with a scold in his features. You have to admit he is so, so hot even with his greasy look… which you love, if you must be honest with yourself mainly because no one can hear your thoughts.

“I won’t surrender just ‘cause an old timer says I should!” he exclaims.

“I’m not saying you must…” you start hesitantly. Fucking Hell, being the link in between the Crown and the pirates ain’t an easy task. Not that the latter are doing anything to make it easier for you, of course. “…but you should, because your life would be spared and you wouldn’t have to fight everywhere you go to. Besides…”

“And what if I want to fight?!” he interrupts you, almost yelling.

“Then, you should surrender too because it will be easier to pick a fight without the risk of dying in it.” you finish cheekily, a grin on your face as you see how quickly his expression changes from annoyance to surprise.

“Fucking Hell…” he swears.

If your mother had heard him, she’ll be by now having his mouth washed with water and soup, literally too. Your dear mommy was a fighter, and you had it in you, too. But you couldn’t fight with someone as attractive as him.

Not to mention your want to get out alive.

“Leave the lady alone, Vane.”

“Oooohhh, see who’s come to play.” Charles teases as a black haired man walks towards you.

This newcomer has attitude, a long coat similar to Vane’s (is there a rule in the pirate code which says they all have to have one or what?) and holds his gaze in a demeanor you can only describe as ‘used to being in control’.

“Excuse me, who are you?” you ask.

“I’m Benjamin Hornigold, dear.” he bowed his head slightly at you, and you fight your body’s urge to blush at such a gentleman-ish thing. “I heard you’re the one that sells forgiveness?”

“Umm… yeah… I kind of do that…” Fuck him and his handsomeness. “Umm… what do you want…?”

What a stupid thing to say! you think. Obviously he wants the Crown’s aid! Or else he wouldn’t be here, and definitely not asking for ME!

“I want to sign the paper, or whatever it is that you give to the ones that accept your proposition, crazy lady.”

“WHAT! I’m not a crazy lady!” you snap without even realizing it.

“Yeah, sure…” Benjamin says, getting closer to you, one hand gripping the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. “Oh, lookey here.”

“Ain’t she adorable?” Vane asks then, going closer to you two until you had both of them in front of you, their eyes roaming your body hungrily. “Betcha she screams.”

“No bet; my money’s on the same.” Benjamin threatens him.

Suddenly, you find yourself being carried over Charles’ shoulder as if you were nothing but another bag full of money that he stole from whatever place. You, very dignifiedly, try to protest, but a smack to your butt makes you yelp instead.

“Quiet.” Benjamin threatens you in a low growl. That turns you on like Hell, and you shiver in Charles’ arms. Then, he’s putting you down.

Realizing that your skirt was up to your waist the full time, thus displaying all of your body and silky underwear to them and possibly a lot of eyes more, you tug it down desperately, as if it would erase your almost-nakedness from their memories.

Obviously, it does nothing but make them chuckle rather darkly.

Vane kisses your neck hungrily, and you moan. Duh! He’s hot! Why not? So when Benjamin decides to join him on the other side of your neck, you moan twice as much as you would do with just one of them paying attention to you.

Your hands move on their own accord when they slip off Vane’s coat, letting you see the once white shirt, which color is more like a pale yellow, if anything. One thing in favor of Benjamin Hornigold: he has a cleaner looking shirt. But both of them are opened to the middle of their chest, something you love.

You’d love it more if they were off.

And that is what you do next, forcing Charles to lose his shirt while Benjamin tries to kiss your lips. Once you can see Vane’s chest, though, you moan into the other man’s mouth as your lips open for him. His tongue darts inside your sweet crevice, and he roams you thoroughly, occasionally brushing your tongue with his. He lets you have some seconds to breathe while Charles undoes your top and takes it partially off; but he grunts in disapproval when he’s unable to remove it by raising it up your head because all your attention is focused in Benjamin’s kisses again.

This time, he mimics sex with his tongue, entering and retreating from your mouth, leaving you without the air you had held in for the make-out session.

Vane forces you two to end the kiss, and then you feel Benjamin’s lips being replaced with Charles’.

You have absolutely no problem with that.

Your skirt is being set aside from your legs, and a set of long fingers in currently running up and down your thigh, teasing you. Moaning, you retreat from Vane just to look down to his chest and run a hand over his muscles. He growls low in his throat when you ‘accidentally’ brush over his nipples, and you smile.

“Oops…” you mutter.

“Isn’t she devilish?” Benjamin wants to know.

“Fuck her and then tell me.” is the angry response.

“Very gladly; was going to with or without you here.” Hornigold teases back.

You feel almost elapsed while they throw dirty looks to one another.

But then both of them are running their fingers over your body. Charles’s are on your breasts, and you can tell he loves himself a good pair – like the one you have – because he’s very soon groaning some more and lowering his head to suck at your pink nipples. You take the gesture as graciously as you can. And that means you moan, your breathe catches in your throat, you close your eyes for a moment.

And then open them suddenly because you have completely forgotten Benjamin’s fingers on your thighs, inside your panties.

You shout again when he works wonders over your wet clit. But when did you become so… drenched, because you know you’re wetter than the oceans their ships sail?

No idea, but might as well make the best out of it. So, Benjamin, you better don’t leave me hanging over here or I’ll surely whip your ass!

…pretty tanned ass, by the way.

When did he lower his pants and kneel in front of you?!?! This is getting out of control! You feel like you need to focus more; who knows what they could do to you if you just bliss out again!

“Ooh, look at her.” Benjamin calls you from in between your thighs. “Don’t you wanna cum, sweetheart?”

“Would you make me…?” you ask, hope evident in your shaky voice.

“Ha! Can’t believe she’s demanding!” exclaims Vane, squeezing both your breasts in his hands, making you moan loudly.

“I’m not… demanding…” you mumble. “I’m just… ahh… pl-ple-ead-di-ing…”

Judging from the way they smirk, Benjamin Hornigold and Charles Vane know the effect they have on you. Those bastards… bastards you love anyway.

Your panties are off in a matter of seconds, and then you have Vane in front of you while your back’s pushed against Benjamin’s muscular chest. You feel practically in Heaven, and then you sense Vane’s cock pressing against your slit.

You blush, slowly opening your legs. Vane holds his cock in his hand, leading it to your core, letting his engorged head brush against your clit just to make you shiver in between Benjamin’s well-built arms. He’s holding you in place while Charles decides to have you as you are in this very second.

You shriek as he’s pressed directly to your sweet spot with his first trust.

He doesn’t start gently; he applies full force and headed on right from the start, making you scream his name not only because he’s so fucking good at lovemaking but also because a part of you had half expected him to be not as rude as he may seem at first sight.

Fuck, you were SO wrong…

Benjamin, on the other hand, is slowly pressing against your ass, letting you fall nearer and farer from his pride as Charles blindly thrusts away, probably wanting his own orgasm and not yours. Then again, when Benjamin does enter you, Vane’s speed reduces.

Maybe because you screamed in pain when the flared head was in you for the first time.

Now don’t get everything wrong; you are strong. Just, you’re not used to this treatment, not on both sides anyway. So it’s no surprise (to you) when he cannot continue going in for several moments, forcing Charles to stop too. And that made him growl.

That turns you on; that he’s frustrated enough to roar in that masculine manner, urging you to cum all over him… something that has started to sound so good you can’t wait to do it. Want Benjamin to feel it, too.

So there’s nothing you can do aside from letting them pound into you. And that sounds so nice. After all, you’ve spent all day trying to convince pirates to take the offer made by the King; so animalistic abandon with two handsome men pleasuring you is exactly what you need.

It doesn’t matter if you have learnt the name of one of them just moments before your little rest started. It doesn’t matter if you’ll have to carry on convincing pirates for many days more before getting paid for it. Not as long as this pleasure stays with you.

Both thrust at different speed and rhythm, but you let them. One of your arms goes around Charles’ neck, bringing him closer to your lips. You kiss him as deeply as you can while your other arm sneaks behind, to Benjamin’s form, keeping his head leant on your shoulder, so close to your neck you can feel his lips lightly caressing your skin every time he thrusts in.

Charles and Benjamin are groaning, and you’re moaning. You don’t know for how long you’ll be able to hold your orgasm in, because it’s building so fast… faster faster faster.

Almost as much as the speed they now do you at; both have become reckless, knowing you all have little time left before someone hears and catches you; mainly because you’re still out in the open. Not inside a building. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

All they’re doing.

All that’s on your mind.

All you care about.

And then a sudden image white decorated with little colorful explosions, and the seas over Charles’ pride.

When they hold you in between them, letting the three orgasms wear off slightly before even trying to move, and you can swear you’ve never had one as potent as this one. Never had them both double-teaming on you either. Maybe that’s why. Who knows? Definetely not post-orgasmic you.

“Gr… she’s so fucking… tight…” Charles growls. “Never thought… she’d be so…”

“Enjoyable?” asks Benjamin. “I know… I’m… surprised… too.”

Knowing that they’re panting because of you feels so good, and you just mewl in between their arms as they retreat, liquid exiting your body from the front and the back at the same time, letting them and you know just now exactly how much they came inside. And you’re dripping because you, of course, came too.

“I’ll sign now, m’lady.” Benjamin says when he dresses.

“But I won’t.” Charles explains as he does the same.

“WHAT?!” you try to shout, but it comes out as a ragged moan instead. This only makes you angrier. “After all I did for…!”

“You did nothing; we fucked you.” Benjamin settles firmly.

“But…!”

“Yes you have one.” Charles teases.

“Fuck you!” you shout, trying to get away while Charles’ hands fall on you again, this time to dress you.

“Oh, he just got fucked. And he enjoyed it!” stated Benjamin.

You just give out a puff, sighing, as they walk away casually, as if nothing happened. Fucking pirates.

Yes, fucking pirates. Who thought it was this pleasurable.

Confessions

February 19, 2014

HI! Lady Writer here 🙂 I’ve written this for all the Edward Kenway fans put there. Edward/Fem!Reader, in her Point Of View (POV).

I hope you enjoy even if I can write better than this, and even though it’s a really over-used idea. >//////////<

Even so, if someone wants to send me a promp for a fic, I could write something basing the story on a confession you’ve received; just point me to it.

(By the way, you can call me Lady Writer, like the Dire Straits song.)

MUCH LOVE & A HUGE THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SUBMIT THIS. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Sailing

As a pirate girl, I always thought everything was goin’ fine as long as I was free, sailing aboard a certain man’s ship. Not that I wanted said man, though.

Blonde, blue eyes, broad shoulders and to-die-for muscles.

Not to mention his attitude.

Anyway, I was leading the steering wheel, bored to death, and then there he was, as if summoned by my own boredom to keep me company.

“Hey gal, you bored?” he told me. I glanced to see he was only half dressed, probably recently awoken from a nap… Or from last night’s rum-induced dreams. Whatever!

“Nah, just a little.” I said. “Why? You comin’ to entertain me?”

“Don’t ya ‘ave the seas for that?” he asked, his calloused hand resting on mine on the wooden steering wheel.

“M-maybe.” I played defensive, dirty thoughts going straight to my mind when that hand touched mine. Fuck… if only he weren’t that attractive…

But then I wouldn’t be part of his crew.

“Maybe?” he mimicked my voice, his hands reaching over to my back. “Come on, straighten up! Or else yer losin’ grip.”

“Aye, Cap’n.” I answered, trying to use that… ‘pirate-tongue’ they talked.

“What, are you a sea-child now?” I bit my tongue not to ask what the fuck a ‘sea-child’ was. “Who got your tongue?”

“Y-no one.”

Fuck! That one had been close; me almost admitting it was always him in my wet dreams. Because, yes, I’ve had them before. They were easier to hide when on the shore, but abroad… that was another story, a completely different one. That’s why I always slept away from everybody else, usually in a different place every night. Even so, I had never had the opportunity to go sleep inside the Captain’s Room.

But a lot of bitches have. Not that I was jealous, of course.

“Oooh… so your man’s name starts with a Y.” he said, half joking. I know it from the way his blue eyes gleamed, because his tone was deadly serious.

“No.” I said, unable to bit my tongue.

“No? But I thought you said…”

“I didn’t say anything!” I cut him short.

Suddenly, my back was against the steering wheel, his arms on both sides and trapping me, and I had to lift my head to look at his face. Just as I was about to ask what the fuck was with the sudden rage outburst, he spoke in a threatening tone:

“You need a lesson how to behave in my ship. You, my room, tonight.” I was speechless and couldn’t do anything more than look as his smirk grew bigger and his eyes felt upon my chest. “Mmm… I don’t know if I’ll enjoy this one… Breasts too small.”

“WHAT?!?!” I snapped. “I’M NOT A PUPPY YOU CAN ORDER AROUND AS IF I WERE YOURS!!!!”

“Oh, you’re gonna be.” he whispered, going closer to my ear. “You, me, my room, tonight. Don’t be late, sea-child.”

I can’t describe how I felt when night arrived. Aroused, yes. Scared the fuck out, yes. Apprehensive, maybe. Wanting to meet him? Absolutely yes.

So I had no other choice than to knock on the door, hoping to catch a little more of his tattooed, muscled chest. He answered right away.

“Aye, sea-child. Finally. Been waiting. Don’t ever make your Cap’n wait.”

“Fuck you.” I answered without thinking. He smirked and slapped my ass as I entered his room and I gasped. “The fuck was that for?!”

“It was for yer ass, I didn’t miss.” I tried to slap him back, he caught me by the wrist with a hand and closed the door with the other.

“Let me go!” I struggled. But then he threw me over the table, and I gasped yet again when I felt his hands creeping my lower back. “Fuck off!” I tried to push my skirt back downwards, but he caught both my hands in his, proving me that he was stronger than what I’d initially thought – if I had even thought about it when he slapped my ass, that kinky bastard…

“Quit the struggling.”  he growled low in his throat, making my head spin and my breathe stop. “Or I’ll just tie ya up.” I kept still and was rewarded with another growl as he pushed my skirt up to display my lingerie. “…sea-girl…”

I didn’t dare move when his hand cupped my ass cheeks, caressing my through the white fabric. I shivered when his leg between mine forced me to open them.

Then, he was on his knees, kissing my ass. Literally.

I cried.

“Mm, so you like it dirty, hmm?” he teased. “Call me.”

“Captain…” I muttered as he continued with his ministrations, slowly teasing me. “Please…”

“Tell me what you want, sea-girl.” he told me.

“I want you to…” my breathe caught in my throat and I couldn’t speak for a moment. He, against all bets, waited for my brain to catch up. “…fuck me…” I finished in a whisper, thinking he might not have heard me but not wanting to repeat it any louder.

“Oh? Is that so…?” his hands lowered my underwear and I struggled again, but once more he held me in place, bent over the table. “Quiet.” he growled.

I don’t know what the fuck he did, as I couldn’t see a damned thing from my position. All I know is that he made me cry out loud. So loud, I bet every fucking pirate heard me shouting for him.

When I could concentrate in the feelings, I realized he was eating my pussy from behind, his stubble scratching against my thighs and making me spin. I was getting closer with every lazy stroke of his skilled tongue over my by now soaked clitoris, but then the motherfucker decided it was the perfect time to stop all actions.

“Edward!” I protested. He made me straighten up lacing his arm around my waist, and I held onto him while he did it, my ass now against his crotch. “Edward…” I called again.

“Tell me.” he growled.

“Why’d you stop…?”

“Because I want to see you.” he told me in a silky, low groan.

Then, he took me into his arms and sat me on the table, lowering my dress just enough for my breasts to stay out of the fabric. Opening my legs once more, he stood in between them, removing his faded white shirt. My fingers went up to caress his toned, sun-kissed pectorals, but he stopped me short.

“Edward!” I protested, now reduced to a moaning mess, desperate for his touch.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he knelt before me and started eating me again. I cried once more, and all his response was a lick over my clit. My legs turned into jelly. Edward laced them around his neck and allowed me to run my fingers over his long, blonde locks.

My eyes were focused on his mouth, my mouth closing and opening, my tongue rolling with his name. I had to close my eyes when his lips opened and closed, kissing my pussy. Then, I looked and the sight made me cry.

He was actually gazing up at me, hawking my reactions, earning himself sounds.

“Cap… tain… Ed…dward…” I moaned, shaking helplessly.

I couldn’t believe he was eating me out without even giving me a kiss.

And I mean, on the lips.

On my face.

Not so down below.

But I loved it anyways.

“Why the fuck d’ya stop now?” I moaned when he retaliated from me, making me lay flat on the table.

“For this.” he said. “But moan my name. Full. Aye, sea-girl?”

“Aye, Cap’n.”

Then, I swear to God he made me scream like no man had ever made me.

He was so… big, and not afraid to show it to me.

He paused when he was completely in, letting me adjust. Oh great. As if needed more still-time; I just needed him to move. Then, he started going in and out. I moaned, his name constantly in my lips, him the only thing in my mind.

Given a minute more, he crawled completely atop of me, and my legs went up to circle his waist. He buried his face on the side of my neck, breathing over my heated skin, making me even more desperate for a kiss from those perfect lips. My fingers went to the scar on his cheek, and he moaned in my ear while I drew the line.

This was repeated several times, as I drew all the lines of his scars along his face and back, and yes it does include one over his perfect ass. I wonder who was brave enough than to hurt him there and how the hell he managed to survive without sitting for probably more than a month when he can’t even walk straight every night from all the strong rum he drinks.

But all thoughts were quickly pushed away from my mind as he impaled me more and more and more, in and out, in and out until I cried.

I swear I thought I couldn’t cum so much, but I did around his thick cock.

Then again, he was coming, too.

He laid atop of me for the longest time, and then he retaliated from inside me and scooped me into his strong arms. I moaned, letting him do whatever he wanted with me.

I must admit that, for a moment, I thought he was going to let me outside his door in a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am way; but he surprised me as much as he did in a daily basis.

He carried me to the bed and let me down there, covering me with his covers.

“Come here…” I moaned. “Don’t let me alone…”

“Sea-girl, I ‘ave a boat to sail.” he reminded me in a quiet tone, soothing me. “But I’ll be ‘ere when ya wake up. Promised.” He leant down and kissed my forehead.

“Before you go…” I moaned. He looked at me, a hand still tangled in my hair. “Give me a kiss. A real one.”

“Commanding me?” he put on his trade-mark smirk. “How was it… I’m not a puppy you can order around as if I were yours, maybe?”

I blushed, recognizing my own words.

“Yes, I said that.” I muttered. “Because I’m not a puppy.”

“Oh? Then what are you?”

“I’m your sea-girl…” I answered as I drifted off to sleep. “…what does it mean anyway…?”

“Means I love you and I am yours.” Edward muttered as he kissed my now half parted and asleep lips before putting his shirt back on and leaving.            . On his way to the door, though, he came across my panties, and he smirked, taking them and placing them under the pillow. “Fuck, the old heart made a perfect decision for once…”