Bird Territory

You were sitting at the bar alone, pirates surrounding you but you were not paying attention to them. Most of the men were trying to hit on you but you simply ignored them. He didn’t recognize any of the faces, they were all blurry and mashed together but he didn’t care about them. He had only eyes for you.

With a confident grin on his face and his cigar between his lips he strode over to where you were sitting, your back turned towards him, not seeing him coming. “I take it you’re not interested in socializing?” he asked, taking a seat right next to you. You looked at him with your intense eyes and it felt like you were looking right through him.

“And what makes you think that?” you countered, resting your head on your fist, not breaking eye contact. “Just a hunch.” He replied. “Maybe I was just waiting for you.” You purred, a lascivious smile on your lips. Shiryu raised his eyebrows in surprise and amusement but he didn’t let you throw him off. “Then I guess it’s your luck I showed up…” he lifted his hand, putting it under your chin, his thumb stroking your bottom lip.

He saw how your eyes slowly looked him up and down. “Like what you see?” he asked, looking you up and down in return. “I don’t know. Why don’t you take off your clothes so I can take a better look?” now, he was really surprised. He didn’t expect you to be this straight forward. “Then I guess you don’t care about the other people here?”

“What other people?” you asked. Confused, he looked around and indeed he found this place empty. Weird. Where did all the other pirates go? But he didn’t think too much about it and instead looked back at you. “Never mind….” He purred, blowing some smoke out of his mouth.

“So, you said you wanted to see what’s underneath my uniform? You need to earn it first.” he growled, seeing your body shiver at his words. His hand slowly gliding down your neck, brushing away your hair in the process. He loved how perfectly his hand fit around your neck. “I did.” You agreed, leaning into his touch, grabbing his hand with yours before leading it further down.

“You don’t seem to waste any time….I like that.” He purred, following your lead. You led his hand down your body, over your clothed breasts, down your stomach and to the hem of your shirt. With an expectant look on your face you waited for him to continue. Shiryu added his second hand, pushing both underneath your shirt before slowly pulling it up your body, exposing more and more of your delicate skin until he pulled it over your head.

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your thick lashes and it made him hot. He wanted to see this look on you more often, but especially when you were between his legs. But first, he wanted to feel you underneath his touch. He stood up from the stool, now towering over you. With hungry eyes and skillful hands he started exploring your body. He heard you gasp in response and you leaned back until your back was lying on the bar counter, your arms above your head.

He took the invitation, taking the cigar out of his mouth, throwing it away and instead having his lips occupy your breasts, licking, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. A moan left your body and he felt your legs wrap around his waist, pressing your bodies against each other. He groaned, his dick already feeling incredibly hard underneath his uniform trousers.

While his hands moved up and down your sides, his mouth moved up your collarbone and to your neck, biting down harshly until he drew blood. You moaned again, this time louder, and pressed your crotch against his, moving your hips up and down.

“Touch me!” you panted, looking at him through hooded eyes. “I am touching you.” He chuckled, knowing exactly what you meant. “No, not like this….I want you to touch me….down here…” you said, suddenly seeming a lot more shy than before, licking your lips nervously while you took his hand in yours again, leading it straight down to the waistband of your pants.

“Oh? Down here?” he asked, his hot breath tickling your skin. You nodded, biting you lip once more, looking at him wantonly. His strong hands were surprisingly skilled in opening your pants, pulling the last remains of your clothes off. He looked down at your glistering core, his grin intensifying at the prospect of eventually burying himself inside of you.

But right now, he wanted to taste you above anything else. “Spread those pretty legs of yours…” he purred, helping you pull your legs close to your body. “Hold your legs like this, will ya?” he asked but not really meaning it as a question. You obliged nevertheless, pressing your thighs against your breasts, exposing your core to him entirely. Shiryu let his hands wander down between your legs, over your stomach, down to your sex. When he touched you, you whimpered, your lower body twitching at the feeling.

His grin turned wolfish, his thumb starting to circle your clit. Your hips bucked up against his digit, wanting to feel him more. “More….” You whined, spreading your legs a little further the best you could. Shiryu happily obliged; he let one of his long digits glide over your wet slit while he kept stimulating your sensitive nub. When he entered you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back, inching closer against his fingers.

He moved his finger in and out, watching and feeling how well you sucked him in, the anticipation inside his body growing to when he could replace his finger with his swollen member, filling you out to the brim, stretching you to the point where it would become uncomfortable for you but he would make you scream for him.

He added a second finger, curling them up inside of you, searching for the bundle of nerves that would drive you crazy. A guttural moan was your answer when he found it, your walls tightening around him. “Right there!” you squeaked in a high pitched voice, your body trembling a little under the intense feeling.

He started thrusting his fingers in and out, trying to hit your special spot with each thrust. His thumb kept circling your clit, but he wanted to replace it with something different. The former prison warden leaned down, watching how your pussy reacted to his ministration; how it twitched, how it made wet sounds, how your hips jerked against him – he loved it.

When his lips replaced his thumb and started sucking on your clit you couldn’t help but let out a scream, your hands coming down and pressing his face against your core. He chuckled against your sex, tasting your slick on his tongue.

“Shiryu!” you panted, your legs dangling in the air while your hands gripped his hat, eventually pulling It off his head.

His tongue glided down your slit, joining his fingers in thrusting into you.

“Shiryu!” you moaned, this time louder. He knew you were close and he wanted to make you cum before you could repay him; and he wouldn’t be gentle. He would fuck your mouth until it was soer and then fuck every remaining hole you had. The thought alone had him growl against your wet lips.

He added another finger, pumping them in and out, his lips and teeth scraping against your pussy, becoming rougher and rougher. Your moans grew louder in response, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He needed only a few more thrusts and you would become undone.

“Shiryu!”

“Shiryu!”

“Shiryu!”

“Shiryu!”

“Damnit, Shiryu!”

“Shiryu, you fucking bastard! Wake up!” The man sat upright in his bed, sweat gathered on his forehead, his chest heaving from this intense dream.

“You okay? You look awful!” Blackbeard laughed, standing in the door, looking at his crewmate.

“Get lost….” Shiryu growled, only slowly realizing that not only had it been a dream but that this bastard of a captain deprived him of seeing you come to your orgasm on top!

“Zehahahaha. You seem upset. Whatever it is, forget about it. We are setting sail.” Blackbeard announced.

You stumbled a few steps into the room as Shiryu shoved you inside. Your heels clicked loudly against the stone floor, the room turning dim as he shut the door.

Gathering yourself you straighten up and turn toward him, taking a step back even though he didn’t move toward you. You tug absently at the skirt you’re wearing, he’s already grumbled about it being too short, and you’re pretty sure he’s a little angry since you greeted him in it – much to the pleasure of Teach who couldn’t keep his stupid mouth shut.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He questions evenly. He towers over you. Everyone on this crew did, but Shiryu was the only one who loomed on purpose. He hasn’t even stepped toward you, but you can almost feel him drawing closer.

“I… I should’ve waited in here.” You admit, heart pounding in your chest. “This outfit was… just for you.” You take a step back.

You’re not truly afraid of him, but he is intimidating. Shiryu has done nothing but protect you and please you since you accepted his advances some months ago. With the Blackbeard pirates taking over the town, being under his wing made things easier. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself, but fighting back pirates when you were trying to work was exhausting.

He steps forward, going over to a comfortable leather chair that was designed for someone of his height. After he settles in, taking off his hat and coat, he seats himself and pats his leg.

You move toward him at the beckoning gesture cautiously.

“Over my knee.” He says simply. Sternly.

You swallow hard, feeling your throat go dry, but you don’t argue, and just nod. You have to step onto a stool to be high enough to do so comfortably, but there was plenty in the room to accommodate the height difference between the two of you.

You put your hips over his knee, chest against his other leg, holding on as your body shivered in anticipation. It wasn’t fear, he wasn’t nearly angry enough to do anything to leave you afraid, but you knew a detail he wasn’t aware of yet.

“Such an obedient girl.” He muses. “I’ll give you credit where it’s due. You owned up and quickly corrected your mistake and didn’t argue about this punishment.” His hand on the back of your leg makes you flinch.

He hums. “No need to fear, I won’t – Oh?” His hand had slid up your thigh and to the curve of your ass, pushing the short skirt up and over your hips. “No panties.” His hand rubs your bare ass cheek and you hold onto his other leg as you start to shiver.

His tone, and his touch, have you on edge. You don’t know yet if he’s pleased or angrier than he was before.

“Shiryu…” You nearly whimper. “Please, I meant it as… as a surprise.”

“… Around all those other men.” He growls, palm rubbing your ass in a slow circle.

You shake your head. “I wasn’t th-thinking! I just want-wanted to see you! I’m sorry!”

“You’ll certainly think better in the future.” He assures you, hand leaving you for a moment before it lands sharply on your ass.

The sting pulls a strangled sound from you before you gasp to catch your breath. You know the drill with this sort of thing, however, so quickly as you can you cry out.

“One, Sir!”

The second one lands sharp and heavy and you count it out. The weight of some of the smacks are pushing you into his thigh, but you’re aware that he could shatter you if he choose to. As it was, the sharp leading sting quickly sank into something pleasurable.

The fourth smack carried the sting of the one before it, and you knew your cheeks were already turning red. The problem was that the fifth smack raised you up enough your legs came together, and you could feel your own arousal slipping down your thighs.

“S-Six! Haaa ♥ Sir!” You cry out, nearly moaning in pleasure.

Shiryu’s finger slides between your thighs, causing you to grip his pant leg and buck, squirming against the finger that’s teasing your entire slit so easily. He rubs your leaking lips a few times as you shiver and squirm from the sensation.

“My little whore is enjoying her punishment it seems.” He says in a voice dangerous but amused. He pulls his finger away. “Very well, if you cum before this is done, then I’ll have you gagging on my cock and locked up in a chastity belt for a week.”

You grip his leg a little tighter and do your best to concentrate. His threat isn’t nearly as much of a threat as he might think it is, but you also don’t want to test if he’d keep you in a chastity belt for a whole week.

The seventh strike rattles you to your core, and you nearly forget to count. You rush the words out just before the next strike lands, and swear before you cry out the number. Shiryu rubs your tender ass for a moment, and the sensation sends pleasure rippling through you.

Along with the understanding that he’s not going to make it too easy for you to survive this punishment without feeling the full weight of his promised threat.

The ninth strike was almost a failure for you. Just as you were trying to call out the count he pushed his finger into your dripping pussy and you practically cried out from it. The heavy, wet, squelching sounds made your whole body shiver for a moment before you managed to nearly growl the count out from between grit teeth.

When he pulled his finger out you almost sighed in relief, even as he smeared it clean against your thighs.

“You’re doing so well, (Y/N).” He praises. “Don’t count anymore, just endure it.”

The first smack was heavy, just like the nine before it. After that there was less weight to the smacks, instead they were snappy. The sharp pain had no weight behind it, but the stinging sensation turned pleasurable faster. They were almost love taps, and you could barely control the building pleasure even against the hot sting of the rapid spankings.

Some part of you wanted to squirm away, but just as you were sure you couldn’t take any more the assault stops. Your skin is hot, and tingling, and the soft cool air is almost too much to bear, as though it wishes to bring you over the edge itself.

“Cum for me, little one.” He demands, finger sliding back inside you, the heel of his hand caressing your sensitive ass as he works.

It only takes a moment and you do as commanded, clutching onto his leg, moaning your pleasure into the air as your legs and body twitch beyond your control.

-he’s not one for pda but if you sit on his lap he’s okay with that, similar for in private, except you can hold his hand or lay on him and he’ll return it simply

-he’s very protective, i mean being a former impel down guard he has some experience protecting things, and obviously killing people, he has absolutely no problem killing someone who hurt you

-when he comes in really late at night and sees you sleeping already, he’ll pull the blanket up around you and gently stroke your cheep before getting ready for bed himself

-he’s a fan of your kisses especially on his cheek, he got used to them and began expecting them so in public he’ll just look okay you until you give him one, in private he’ll lean down and gesture to his cheek

-he freaking purrs 🥺 if you strikes his hair or caress his cheeks, when you cuddle or pepper his face with kisses, he starts purring

-he’ll take whatever you want, you see a necklace? you got it. you want those 5 dresses? you shall have it

-cuddling is his favorite, doesn’t matter what time of day he’ll go find you and pull you on top of him or lay across you and keep you there until he’s satisfied

-he loves having you sit on his lap while he eats, offering you bites here and there or chuckling when you open your mouth signaling for another bite

-he likes going on walks around whatever town you’re staying in, or on the island if you’re staying there, just walking around holding hands and chatting

-and there’s the lounging on the deck of the ship, standing by the railing with your hand on the would and avalo’s placed over yours

-i have this one fic where he's just poking you wwith his cane, so. yeah, he loves annoying you by jabbing you with his cane. when you're annoyed with him like after you've had a fight and you're ignoring him, he'll reach out and poke you until you yell. at him to stop then he just smiles

-he loves telling you stories about his past, the "demon sheriff" who was "too violent"

-when he comes into your cabin on the ship to get ready for bed (because he insists on sharing a room) he'll take off his top hat and place it on your head then get undressed and into his pjs (which are silk btw)

-he will not hesitate to murder someone who gets on your nerves, someone is annoying you there for annoying him there for needs to pay

-you always wake up completely trapped in his embrace, his long limbs wrapped around you while he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nape of your neck, chest, shoulder, ect. like completely trapped, you don't move until he does, if you try to move his embrace tightens a significant amount

-a lot, if not all, of the gifts she gives you are splattered with blood. it's just because she got it from the woman she killed, she thought you would like the the bracelet, ring, necklace, dress, shoes, etc

-she's definitely okay wwith pda, usually she'll have an arm around your waist or she'll carry you on her hip (she's tall okay)

-there's lots of kisses, makeouts yes but also little nose kisses in the morning, forehead kisses when you're having a soft quiet moment, kisses on your shoulder when you're cuddling

-she loves seeing you wear her clothes, especially her hat, whenever you walk into the room adorning the accessory she smiles brightly and points with an encouraging compliment

-I couldn’t think of much for this guy

-he’s a cuddle bug but his hugs are always a bit intense, he forgets how strong he is and how small you are compared to him and he ends up hurting you but he apologizes

-he lives to show off, every chance he gets he’s showing off for you and when he loses or gets embarrassed he gets snappy and cranky

-he tends to move around a lot in his sleep so you’ll occasionally wake up being smacked across the fake or with burgess rolling on top of you and/or pushing you off the bed

-i would say you could ride his horse with him but actually, he and his horse are incredibly sick and both of them barely have the strength to stand so you can't ride on the horse, you can however walk next to it while doc talks to you or holds your hand

-you can also feed his horse sugar cubes and doc always watches you like 🙂

-he either sleeps, or stays awake the whole night, if he sleeps then he's passed out on top of you or sprawled across the bed like a starfish, if he can't sleep he'll just lay in bed letting you sleep on him

-he likes to take you with him and give people the exploding apples for no reason except to see you smile at their suffering, he'll also show you how to make the apple if you want, he watches from teh. side while you hurry across a road dropping an apple and then the two of you giggle when it blows up on the poor person who picked it up

-he taught you a bit about how he reades fates with the flight patterns of birds and sometimes. he'kl test. you by asking if. you see anything

-he also tried to teach you to shoot but he's at a war with himself because you might need to learn and it could be fun, but you could get hurt too

-he's not the biggest cuddler or pda person, but if you initiate something he won't exactly push you away unless it's extravagant and really lovey-dovey