Hey guys I know its been a while (eh hem 4 months, ahh sorry about that) work really has taken way more getting used to than I thought I guess, however it appears that recently I really have been playing too much assassins creed black flag because it’s inspired be to write this short little babbble about a pirate Clyde. I’ve never written something this spicy before so I hope its ok, saying that, its hardly even smut but hey ho its like 1 am and this just came to me. I also blame sea shanty TikTok haha anyway hopefully I’m back and I hope you guys enjoy this wee piece.
Pirate Clyde
You wake up to the gentile rocking of the ship underneath you and the faint smell of the musky aroma of Clyde on the sheets that entangle you in a warm embrace in your small twin crib. Feeling the feather like caress of Clyde’s fingers on your cheek, you open your eyes to be greeted with the beautiful sight of Clyde’s raven locks and golden eyes framed by the sunlight pouring in from behind the flowing net curtains rustling in the calm breeze from the open window.
You smile taking in a deep breath through your nose, fully waking up and wondering how you came to be so lucky. “Morning princess” Clyde greets you in his quite but commanding voice “We’re almost in port, could be quire a scuffle when we arrive, best be ready” he says with a gentile squeeze of your hand as he gets up and heads to his desk across the room to make sure his cutlass is in perfect order as you get out of bed and take off your night shift to get dressed. A tingling sensation begins to form on the back of your neck as you slowly turn round and find Clyde’s darkened eyes fixed on you. As your eyes lock with his a mischievous idea begins to form in your mind, the hunger in his eyes is just too greedy not to toy with.
Slowly you begin to stalk across the room towards him, by the time you reach him he is towering over you, just exuding energy but totally still, watching you, waiting to see what you’re up to. You’re so close to him now practically pressed against his side when you lean over his desk bending at the waist to reach the mead sitting on the other side of it, you can practically feel the energy buzzing off of his stiff frame at this point. “Princess” he drawls out, in what sounds like a low growl as you take a swig of the sweet honey wine. He leans in close to your face placing his hand on the soft flesh of your waist gripping it and pulling you in impossibly closer to him while he breathes you in. His eyes return to yours after watching you swallow the golden liquid even darker with want, your lips part with a sigh and he seizes the opportunity to close the gap and kisses you with such passion you feel like you could stay in this moment forever.
The moment however is soon over as Clyde breaks the kiss and begins pecking kisses along your jaw and up your neck towards your ear as you feel the slight rocking of the ship cease.
“Get ready my beauty, we’re here” as he began to step away from you he spoke in a louder tone “We’ll finish this later” and as he stalked out of the room, the fire still alight and raging behind his eyes, he caught up his favourite dress of yours and launched it across the room towards you, it billowed out in front of you obscuring your view of the door, by the time you’d caught it he was gone.
Time to get ready for battle you thought, as you bunched the fabric in your fists, tingling ready for action and with even more mischief on your mind already strapping your dagger inside your boot, your pistol in your belt and putting your hair up in a quick braid. Ready to follow your king of the seas into yet another adventure.
