#Captain Jack Sparrow fluff

[imyourbratzdoll]

Could I request Jack sparrow x reader fluff?

hello, of course you can! I hope you enjoy what I've written, I added a tiny bit of angst, but I'm hoping it made the fluff even sweeter.

summary - jack had fallen in love once but had lost it. does he finally find it again?

warning - little bit of angst, mentions of alcohol and killing.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

Captain Jack Sparrow had only ever fallen in love once. But the love was kept a secret as you weren’t human and it was dangerous for a pirate to love, especially your kind. There was something about you that pulled him in, connected the last piece of his puzzle, calmed the storm that brewed inside him. This love was beautiful, until the day you became hunted, causing you to flee and Jack to continue to search the seas. He’d always lie and come up with some insane quest, but the true quest was to reunite with his love again. 

Years passed by and Jack soon began to lose hope, he didn’t dare stop searching for you. But he was beginning to think that maybe you didn’t escape in time or that you had moved on wherever you were. Jack is thrown out of his thoughts as the ship rocks, he steadies himself by gripping the wheel tight. “Mr Gibbs! What was that?!” His hand moves to play with the light blue seashell in his hair, at least he had something of yours close to him. 

“I don’t know, sir!” Mr Gibbs runs over to the edge, looking over, his mouth opening and closing as he watches a tail splash above the water before going back down. “A siren! My gods, Captain!” 

Jack dashes over, trying to hide his hopeful expression. What if it was you? He’d be thrilled, but he’s with his crew and they wouldn’t waste a second without going for the kill. “No, how many?” He leans over, brows raised, eyes wide and arms in the air. 

“Just one as far as I’ve seen, Captain. What should we do?” Mr Gibbs looks at him, thankfully the rest of the crew were too busy with whatever they were doing to pay much attention. 

Jack waves him off, “Just one? Is fine! We will head to shore, I’m in need of more rum anyway.” He heads back, hoping that it’s you and that you’d follow him to shore. Jack could feel his heart in his throat, maybe some rum would do some good. 

They head to the closet land, no one speaks a word. Jack too lost in his thoughts and Mr Gibbs watching him closely, the older man wasn’t stupid. He had heard of the stories, the time that a pirate fell for a siren. He just didn’t know said pirate was his current Captain. When they finally reached land, Jack did something unexpected, he allowed everyone to go before him. Not racing off for booze or women, instead he headed off the ship and down to the beach. The sun had set, and the moon was rising, but Jack could still see clearly. 

As he moved closer to a rock formation, he noticed someone sitting on top. Your hair falling beautifully as always, your eyes that were once bright were now slightly dull and the smile was replaced with a frown. “Y–Y/n? Is that you, love?” 

You nod, “J–Jack…” You felt the sobs in your throat desperately wanting to come out. 

Jack rushes forward, his hand grasping your cheek while his eyes studied you. His own tears flowing down his cheeks. “My siren, my mate. The years I’ve waited for you.” He seals your sobs with a kiss, eyes slipping closed as he embraces this feeling. “I’m never letting you go again, love. Never.” 

Your hands feel his face and hair, they stop, and your fingers touch something familiar, your eyes move from his face and land on it. “You kept it…” You play with the seashell, remembering the day Jack had surprised you with a date on the beach and after you had eaten, you grabbed his hand and swam together. You remember popping your head up and handing him the pretty blue seashell, telling him that if you were ever apart that you would always be with him.

“Of course, I did, love. It was what kept me going.” He stares into your eyes with a gentle gaze.

Your hands stay on him, not wanting to stop touching him because then he might disappear again. “It’s been so long, I thought I lost you… I’ve been searching…” Your bottom lip trembles and your brows furrow. “I love you, Jack.” 

“I love you, my siren. More than words could express.” 

From behind and on the ship, Mr Gibbs smiles, raising a glass in the air before taking a sip. He was happy his Captain found his love again, thankful that his clues for you to find them finally worked.

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[fluffy-anna]

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[bebx]

Relationship: Anthony Hope & Sweeney Todd

Summary:

Mister Todd lost a daughter and a wife. He certainly gave up on being someone's family again, still he ended up having a son of his own; his name was Anthony.

[silverhenderson]

Captain Morgan Jack Sparrow x Reader (Rosa Morgan)

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Reader (Rosa Morgan)

Warnings: Suggestive Content, Strong Language

Word Count: 1680

Summary: When Elizabeth is taken by Captian Barbossa Willam enlists the help of Jack Sparrow to find her. However, the infamous Captain knows he can't do it without a certain Pirate.

“Why exactly are we here?” Will asked following Jack. The two weaved through the trash and blacked-out bodies on the ground. “To get a crew Turner” the pirate responded like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Alright well why exactly are we going to this specific bar?” he responded motioning to the building they had walked up to. “Because I need a first mate,” he said calmly pushing the door open; quickly ducking as a glass bottle was thrown in their direction. Will jumped out of the way and followed Jack. “what about me?” he asked slightly offended, “listen, Mr.Turner” he said looking over at the young man “you may be the son of the great “bootstrap” but you know nothing about captaining a ship” Will grunted and looked around the room they were currently. It was gross, to say the least, drunken men everywhere. The smell of beer was nauseating, “alright then who exactly are we getting?” he said continuing to look around. “Captain Morgan” Sparrow said looking over at some woman and winking at her, she fanned her hand in front of her face. He took a beer from the bar and sat down. “THE captain Morgan?!” Will practically shouted alerting some of the people around them. Jack coughed awkwardly, he threw the mug of beer against a pillar, causing the commotion to erupt again. 

“Now because you did that go, get me some more rum,” he said and Will sighed and stood back up walking away. Almost as soon as he stood up another man took his place, “looking for Captain Morgan are you?” he said, Jack looked over at him with a small grimace on his face. He nodded, “the Captain won’t see you,” he said taking a swig of the bottle he held. “Well tell the Captain,” Jack said leaning over, “that Jack Sparrow has returned” The man laughed at his words and stood, walking away. 

Will returned and sat down, “who was that?” he asked passing the rum to him. “No one,” Jack said snatching the cup from Will and taking a swig. “Tell me,” Turner said somewhat excitedly “is he just as terrifying as they say?” Jack laughed at his words. “More like head strung, emotional and be-” the man from early walked up behind them. “The Captian would like to see you” he spat, the two men stood and followed the drunken Pirate. “Watch your tongue” Jack whispered to Will who nodded, “I’ll do all the talking,” he said calmly. The three got to a small door, the unknown man pushed the door open and allowed them to enter shutting it behind. The room was small, had an assortment of pictures, a small chair where a cat sat, and in front of them sat someone behind a desk. 

Will eyed the cat, it was black and seemed to be staring him and Jack down. Its green eye (the left seemed to have been carved out and a scar ran over it) bore into them. It hopped down and trotted over to them, rubbing itself over Will’s leg. “Hello Rosa,” Jack said, Will looked up as the person spun the seat around to face them. The woman had dirty blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail, her eyes were two different colors; one brown and one blue, like Jack she wore a sailor’s hat but hers had a blue ribbon tied around it. She had three piercings on both her ears and silver rings on her hands with black nail polish. “Jack” she spat, “Ms.Morgan” 

“This is Captain Morgan?” Will said looking at Jack, “I told you to be quiet” Jack muttered not looking at him. “The one and only” she stood smiling at him, “what you expected a man?” she laughed and Will nodded sheepishly. “Captain Morgan was my father or I guess my captor” she laughed, “you can address me as Rosa,” she said bowing. “Now” she snapped looking back at Jack, “what do you want?” the cat walked over and hopped up on the desk stretching out. 

“We are on our way to-” Will interrupted, “My… my friend has been taken by Captian Barbosa and we must go get her” Jack rolled his eyes and sighed. “And how exactly does that affect me?” she said hopping up on the desk and picking up her cat. “Well we need a crew,” Jack said smiling at her, “Jack we both know my crew abandoned me on this rock some time ago” she smiled back. “Oh yes, but,” he said putting his hand up and walking over to her. Her cat slipped out of her hands. “But you’re a bright lass and I know you have managed to gain a crew” she laughed, “I guess you’re right Jacky, but why should I help you?” she said calmly. He put his hand next to her, Will watched uncomfortably.  “Because Princess” he whispered inching closer to her, she made a face at the nickname. “We both know we had loads of fun, and I need a first mate” he slowly put his hands ghosting against her face. 

“Is there a reward?” Rosa said quietly, “of course,” he said back glancing down at her, she smiled “Then alright Jackie,” she said slipping away from him before anything more could happen. She walked over to Will as Jack turned around slightly annoyed, “you have yourself a crew” she said holding her hand out to Will. He smiled and shook it, “Obi,” she said looking down at the cat who walked over, “alert the crew, we are setting sail at sunrise” The cat meowed and ran off. “I would hope you had a ship” Rosa commented looking from Obi (who had now disappeared) to Will who nodded. She clapped her hands together, “Perfect, now gentleman I have to get some rest before we leave so if you could please” she motioned to the door. Will nodded again, and the two left or more Jack being forced to leave by Will’s hand. 

Morning came rather quickly, when Jack and Will walked up from the hull the deck was already busy with many different people. “Good morning ladies,” Rosa said hopping down from the main mast. Will looked in shock, “what?” she said walking over to him; “I said we’re leaving at sunrise” she smirked, “we can’t leave your love waiting”. She walked away, Will looked at Jack, “told you she was smart” he said going to the wheel of the ship. He followed behind, “no you said she was head strung and emotional!” Jack whipped around. “I told you not to speak!” he glanced over at Rosa who was talking to one of the crewmen. Will put his hands up in defense. “Let us set sail!” Jack shouted, Rosa looked over and yelled out the same orders. Only when she said what to do the crew actually did it. Jack grumbled, “Something tells me you won’t be captain for very long” Will laughed. 

It was evening when Rosa came to Will again, he was sitting against the side of the ship looking out over the sea. “I never asked you’re named,” she said sitting next to him he looked over at her. “William Turner,” he said smiling at her, she smiled back; “your father is Bootstrap?” he nodded. “Sorry he’s a pirate” she sighed and looked out, “it’s alright” they could both hear the shouting of drunk men behind them. “If you’re a pirate why don’t you drink?” he asked, “if I’m not too bold” Will added “I don’t enjoy it,” she said calmly. “You?” 

“Not a pirate” he shrugs, “good on you” She smiled and looked at him. “Now about this ‘friend’ does she know of your feelings?” he looked at her. Sputtering Will responded, “What feelings?” she laughed at his words. “Will, no man in his right mind would go after Captian Barbossa without a ship and especially not with Sparrow over there” she motioned to Jack who was telling some false tale and drinking rum. Will sighed, “No she doesn’t” Rosa laughed a bit. “Well, now she definitely will” she smiled, “what about you?” he asked looking at her, “have some person out there?” she shook her head. “Not about the whole falling in love thing Turner, my only love is adventure” he nodded at her words. Something on her neck caught Will’s eye, it was a dark birthmark. The symbol was a sort of question mark with the dot being in the curve, and off of the line was a cursive n to an extent. 

“What about Jack?” he said still looking at the symbol, she stared into the setting sun. “Jack is nothing more than an old acquaintance of some sort” he laughed at her words. “Acuantice for sure” she looked over at him, “Mr.Turner I would watch your tongue or I may cut it out” She smiled and stood. Walking away, “Goodnight lads!” she called going to bed. Jack walked over to Will, “what did you say?” he said drunkenly, “just talked” Will shrugged. “Alright, isn’t she beautiful?” he said looking to the door she had left through. Will shrugged, “Not my thing” Rosa was nice. REALLY nice especially for being a pirate, however, Will would never go for anyone other than Elizabeth. He loved the young woman and he would be dammed if he lost her to the sea. 

“That thing on the back of Rosa’s neck,” Will said looking at Jack, “what does it mean?” Jack shrugged. “So you slept with the woman and you didn’t learn what the symbol means?” Jack scoffed at his words. “First off I would hardly say what we did was SLEEPING together” he laughed taking a swig of rum. “And second who cares? It’s not like it’ll mean anything” Will sighed and Jack’s words. He stood and looked down at the drunken pirate, “I’m going to get some rest” he said calmly before walking away and ignoring Jack’s shouts for attention. This was going to be a long trip.

[reine-du-sourire]

Adventure smells delicious.

[raven-cincaide]

Pirates, Kimono and a Compromise  

Summary: No one said picking a group Halloween costume for a Halloween party would be easy, even on a large-ish budget. However, no one warned you how much of a pride-wounder it would be when Megumi took over the task from right under your nose. 

Pairing: fem!Reader x Megumi  Sweetober prompt 7: Compromise  WC: 2.3 K Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive and hint at of frat party and inappropriate/vulgar behaviour, Fluff,  

“This is stupid.” 

“I have to agree with Fushiguro on this one; this costume is tacky and has no taste.” 

“ I have no idea why you guys are complaining this is-” Whack “-You’re right. It's tight, itchy, I can’t feel my balls and my- hey!”

You shook your hand after having slapped the back of Yuji’s head before he could say another lewd, obnoxious thing, which would be the final straw in the overworked-underpaid Halloween store assistant repertoire and ultimately result in the four of you being kicked out of another Halloween store. Although, if you had to be perfectly honest, it was unclear who suffered more pain from the slap, your hand or the pink-haired idiot who was already gawking at massive pair of fake boobs. Thankfully, before he could ogle those, Nobara caught sight of him and grabbed the back of his shirt before forcing him to stand like a little kid between herself and more-than-usually-annoyed Megumi. 

You sent an apologetic look to the store assistant and took a deep breath to gather the last of your maturity before you turned to face the trio. Hands-on your hips, frown on your lips, and an eye roll accompanying every complaint from the three idiots in front of you, all dressed in polyester knockoff versions of Captain Jack Sparrow. 

The eyepatch suited Nobara perfectly; the fake sword was the type Yuji would amuse himself with at the Halloween party. If not to look cool, then at least to join Todo and the other jokes in a ‘sword’ fighting contest which would somehow always end up in dick measuring contest. Megumi was the only one out of place, but you figured he’d be dissatisfied with the option no matter what you picked. 

Also, the fact that he put it on felt like a win in your book. 

“I don’t know what you three are complaining about” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “I won last week's event, suggested a group costume, and got Gojo’s credit card and green light to buy whatever. So, from the sounds of it, what I say goes?”

The trio groaned, not necessarily in protest but more in frustration that you didn’t let them cut into your little speech. 

“And besides, I’m the most competent of you three; Yuji would pick some dirt or gore, Nobara, your get-up would be complicated and economically ruin even Gojo and Megumi, dear…” You ran your eyes up and down him before delivering a below-the-belt blow to your beloved boyfriend: “.. if it were up to you, we’d be barricaded down in the soundproof cellar reading history books and doing tasks that ‘might be homework’; You’re the last one who’d know how to get ready for a party.” 

Yuji and Nobara protested; Megumi, however, snorted, eyes narrowed, pride not just wounded- but annihilated by your words. This wasn’t just embarrassment at his lack of social adequacy or his distaste for parties, Halloween and overall slacking culture. Your comment went beyond that, raising an unmistakable challenge in his eyes. 

“Wanna bet?”

You didn’t expect that reaction from him. Flustered? Yes. Blushing, huffing or walking away in frustration? Absolutely. But not such unmistakable cockiness as if you didn’t know one thing about him. Maybe you misjudged him. But you’d be damned if you were going to surrender like that. “You think you can do better than pirate suits for matching group costumes without exceeding our budget?” 

“ Half a budget. And it won’t just match; it will be a set.” Megumi stated, stretching his hand out for Gojo’s card. You curled your fingers over it protectively before you sighed and surrendered it. 

“If you fail though-” “- I won’t”, Megumi cut you off. “And if I do, I’ll never utter another word about your poor choice of costumes.” 

You gaped, mouth opened and closed as Megumi turned on his heel and grabbed Yuji by the back of his costume, dragging the pink-haired man after himself back into the changing room stalls. You and Nobara exchanged a look, half tense and half worried, but went to change out of your costumes as well. 

Half an hour later, you left the Halloween store. Megumi was in the lead, Yuji was yapping about all sorts of things they could have as the group costume, and Nobara was throwing in her own two cents. You stayed quiet, half hurt that your friends and boyfriend rejected the pirate idea so vehemently and half determined that Megumi wouldn’t be as good at finding something suitable for a party in the short period you three had. A bitter part of you felt almost sure you would hate his idea. 

That sentiment only increased as Megumi led the way further and further from the central shopping district and towards the train station. The confusion increased further as you took a train to the city's outskirts. 

You got out near the last station and walked towards a calm, if not on the poorer side, neighbourhood and the seamstress shop smack-dab between the residential area and what looked like an old industrial landscape. 

“It’s a shop that works with fabric waste”, Megumi stated as he pushed open the door to the seamstress shop and motioned for you all to go in into the store filled with cloth, clothes and even examples of how an old, worn-out kimono was transformed into a brand new jacket and pant set. “Old kimonos are turned modern, suits relined and fixed up instead of thrown, that kind of thing. The boss had time today to see us.” 

As if on cue, two plump women entered the central area, ready to greet you with dresses and suits all over their arms. It didn’t take long for Nobara to be swept up in pearls and gems and for Yuji to gawk at the idea of a tailored suit for himself.  Not even moments later he was arms deep in a restored Hugo Boss jacket while Nobara desperately tried to pick between a golden Chanel dress and a Dior blouse. 

On the other hand, you felt less impressed, not necessarily by the concept but rather by the fact that Megumi had checked this place out in advance and contacted the seamstresses about their availability. He was waiting for the right opportunity to spring this on you. Obviously, he did not trust your choices even before you had a chance to try to pick a costume for you four.  Rather than ruin their mood, you moved to the opposite side of the store and began aimlessly looking through the rolls of material that lined the shelves. Your hands fidgeted with the edges of your sleeves, your lips pulled down into a pout. 

“ You’re displeased.” Megumi’s voice came from slightly behind you. A moment later, he stood beside you. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t look at him. “If we’re getting a free pass at Gojo’s card, we should get something we can use outside a one-time Halloween party.” 

You shoved your hands in your pockets, stubbornly refusing to look at him. A moment of tense silence passed, and you saw out of the corner of your eye how he shifted from one foot to the other, the way his hand twitched then clenched at his side, somewhere between wanting to reach out and touch you and leave you to sulking. 

“But then it’s not dress-up”, You muttered finally. You sighed, bit back the disappointment and the unmistakable whiny tone for something at least a little more mature “Then the whole point of Halloween is to get a chance to be what you’re not. This is a cool concept, but suits and dresses can be worn any day of the week. To be a pirate, nun, or devil is ridiculous; that’s the whole point. This is the only time in a year we can poke fun at old childhood dreams and silly fears with no repercussions. Fun without meaning or purpose.” 

You saw the unmistakable drop of Megumi’s head, his bangs coming forward to cover his eyes. The tension in his shoulders, the way his body grew rigid at the all too familiar critique, the things that were a point of friction between you, the things you heard Gojo scold Megumi for time and time again: Fun for the sake of fun. Not to consider practicality. Not to plan ten steps. Live in the moment instead of focusing on frugality and meaning. 

Be greedy. Be selfish. Be immature, 

Megumi shoved his hands back into his pockets. His jaw clenched, his lips set in a firm line so hard they lost their colour. You knew it meant he heard you, and acknowledged your point but didn’t want to back down from his decision. He didn't need your opinion because he had taken Gojo’s card off of you. He could just go and buy whatever he thought was best. 

But Megumi didn’t want to fight with you.

He didn’t want to do it in public, and he especially didn’t like the stubborn tension to settle between you two that would last until after Halloween. Maybe even longer, depending on how long you held the grudge: the unmistakable coldness, the less engaged conversations, and the overall hurt feelings from both sides. Megumi didn’t want to rock the boat in an already rocky relationship. 

You didn’t want to fight with him either. 

But you also didn’t want to feel like an idiot who turned up to a Halloween party where everyone took their time to dress up and look pretty and sexy and scary, and you got there wearing a freakin suit or a prom-looking dress. You wanted to feel childish, fun, maybe sexy, maybe stupid. But responsibility was the last thing you wanted to be on this night. 

“I’ll just get my costume,” You said finally, just like him refusing to back down from your standpoint but growing tired of the unmistakable standstill between you two. “You three go together, and I’ll go by myself; if it’s too awkward for you, I’ll just go to another Halloween Party. There are plenty of them this time of year.” 

There was an unmistakable shift in Megumi’s demeanour. “No, that’s-” 

“- Why don’t we compromise!” You spun around to see Yuji leaning towards you two right over the pile of cloth on the table, clearly having listened in on the conversation between you and Megumi. “Get a fancy suit and dress here and the Pirate costume- Gojo won’t notice!” 

“You dimwit, there’s a budget. Both will fly right over!” Nobara huffed, coming closer. “I say we just go elsewhere, a middle ground where we can get a decent suit and a Halloween costume.” 

You heard Megumi sigh. “Both ideas suck”, He answered, cutting himself off long enough for Yuji to ask ‘who’s the dimwit now’ Nobara and her violent retaliation, “We should compromise-” 

-” Then how is it different from our suggestion?!” Nobara and Yuji yelled, but Megumi turned to you, ignoring the pair completely.-“-How would you feel if we modified your idea a little? A Pirate is a little outdated, but what about a yakuza? ” 

You tilted your head to the side, finally looking at him as he motioned towards one of the repurposed Kimono. You must admit that the black material, the inner silk, and the golden thread embroidery were pretty and much more excellent than the pirate suit you all tried on earlier. 

“ We can pick the suits with embellishments, forgo a shirt and stick on some temporary tattoos. Maybe add some jewellery as well?” Megumi offered, running a hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to appear calmer than he felt. 

You realised he was stretching an olive branch by combining his idea and need for practicality with your desire to dress up and have fun. Letting out a sigh, you nodded slowly, finally approaching the repurposed Kimono into a suit jacket and holding it up towards Megumi. “On three conditions,” You said. 

“One, I get to pick your suit” You saw him quirk an eyebrow. Still, he bit his tongue from speaking “, and two, Me and Nobara go as ‘customers’ or wives or whatever” Now it was his lips that quirked up into a hint of a smile as Nobara screamed out a content ‘YES’ at the prospect of getting into one of those fancier looking night-out dresses and ran towards those. Yuji gave you two a thumbs up before he was dragged away to be Nobara’s little ‘pack horse’, aka human hanger, as she picked out the styles she wanted to try. 

You found the sight a little amusing, the two idiots and two seamstresses trying to satisfy Nobara’s never satiable demands while also finding something fitting the theme for the oddly-shaped man that was Yuji. 

“And the third?” Megumi asked as you began to browse the different suits available, his hand on your arm halting your movements. 

“ A kiss” 

He blinked at you, his face turning a shade of pink at the thought of a public display of affection, even if no one was looking at you two. “Will I be forgiven then? Oh, fuck it.” Megumi leaned closer; his lips pressed to yours in a not-so-shy kiss that was a far cry from the shy peck you expected. 

Maybe Yuji and Nobara were right when they suggested a compromise. You could get used to your disagreements if this was how quickly and sweetly they ended. 

Author note: Sometime ago we mentioned in class different companies that repurposed all clothes into something new. I thought of them while writing this fic so.. well.. I guess it just became a responsible-fashion with the trio fic <3 hope you enjoyed it!

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[danihow]

Stare

Jack Sparrow x Fem!Reader C. Is it so hard for you to believe I love you? 7. You are so so pretty I can’t help but stare and you caught me. Requested by anonnie.

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: In which the reader realizes she cares for captain Jack Sparrow (idk).

Warning: Angst, crack, fluff, rum, drinking, (?).

A/N: I didn't realize i was writing in fem reader until i revised it, and also, i loved the tropes but it got lost by the end, i'm so sorry i butchered it. LIKE IT DOESN'T EVEN HAS A SUMMARY OMG.+ I HATE ITTT.

Sailing on board of the Black Pearl was rather... peculiar, if you were to put it in words.

One of the sea's most infamous ships in the seas, captained by one of the most known pirates of the Caribbean; a captain that according to tales was either a hero or the devil himself but to you was just a man with a severe craving for rum and an insane amount of luck by his side.

Still, you would never trade your place in the Pearl's crew by anything else in the world, it was your safe place, your home. From the creaky black floors and the moldy walls to the welcoming crew and the surprisingly insanely smart captain who cared for his crew even if his mouth never expressed it.

"Jack, have you seen Marty?" You ask while you walk past him, the Pearl was anchored in Tortuga while replenishing of provisions and the guys of the crew relaxed for a while; it was less to say to say you were a bit surprised to see Jack on board and not in a bar. "Wait why are you still on deck?"

"To answer your multiple and incessantly questions, love, one, I haven't seen Marty, two, I... I just didn't feel like it." He said, the first answer you knew was sincere but the second one was not all that honest by the way his gaze diverted further to the floor and his hands made that little gesture he does when unsure.

"You know you don't have to lie to me, Jack." You say, a raised brow inquiring for a deeper answer while Jack walked away from you. "Actually, you've been acting quite strange these past days."

"Strange?" He reiterates, brows furrowing and lips pouting right before his hands flew around him discarding your words. "You are one to tell that lass." He says, walking around you going to the hold for some of the new rum bottles. "If anything-" He starts again, some rummaging interrupting him before a satisfied hum sounds again. "You be far more strange...er."

While walking back on deck he walks again past you to his cabin, stopping at the door. "Ye should go and have some fun love, you look rather distressed." He says before closing the door behind him, leaving you rather confused in your place.

Out of all the words you just said to the captain it appeared he understood none and replied with less. To anyone else it would appear normal from Sparrow but something in your gut said it just wasn't as right as it seemed.

With a huff you turn on your heels ready to walk off the Pearl, feeling sick due to the annoyingly fleeting butterflies that seemed to rise in your belly every time he called you love even though he called every woman he met that way.

"He's so stupid." You mutter, chugging down some rum mixed with some fruity juice Gibbs handed to you once you sat down beside him at the bar, bottles flying above your head and yelling perforing your eardrums.

"Who? Jack?" He says absentmindedly while eyeing who to take another rum bottle from, hand flying to grab a drunk man's one and exchanging for is water full one. Satisfied grin on his face.

"Why is he so... confusing?" You ask again, another gulp from the bottle before giving it back to Gibbs. "Like, what is the point of answering something you never inquired about?"

"Jack be kind of... a surprise box." He says, alternating from which bottle he drinks from. "He may not say what you want to hear but more of what you need to hear."

"Well, in that case there's nothing usable in his words." You huff, Gibbs shrugging your making you groan.

"Why do you care so much either way? Ye can just let'm be lass." He opines, face scrunching at the sight of someone falling down the second floor.

"I don't care!" You exclaim, slamming your hand down the table as you turn to him.

"Whatever let you sleep at night." He mutters, patting your back before standing up, leaving you a bottle of rum and your thoughts.

Some weeks after departing from Tortuga you came to the realization that, unfortunately, you do care.

And is driving you insane.

"Let's head north, Master Gibbs!" Jack exclaimed as hi pocketed his compass, however he seemed not too sure of the directions of course that had to be taken.

"Ye heard the captain!" Gibbs recalled loudly, everyone moving to occupy themselves as loud chattering filled the deck.

Jack, however, stood in place on deck by the helm, guiding the Pearl as he seemed to be deep in his mind and a few feet away from him, hands in her pockets, stood the only other women on board ever since Anamaria left the crew, you.

Ever since talking to Gibbs in Tortuga your mind has all but stopped thinking about the man that now stood in front of you; some time ago you could’ve sworn you had good taste in men but now, you weren't so sure as you could look at him per various minutes without growing bored of the way his eyes scanned everything around him and how he never failed to do smart remarks in the most serious moments.

You weren't sure at all but what you do know is there is something scarily charming about Jack Sparrow and you can't help but feel uneasy about it.

"Love, even though I may have to accord with you as in I be madly attractive to women, you do need to go and do... whatever it is that you do." Jack stated, turning to look at you with a small lopsided smirk, eyeing your face as it turned as red as a tomato, Jack himself thinking of it as it’s kind of cute, even if he despises tomatoes.

"Right." You nodded, diverting your eyes to wherever else and stepping down to the front deck, away from Jack whose gaze followed you, a sigh leaving him.

"Ye should act on it, Jack." Gibbs dares to say as he steps back on helm.

"Act on what Master Gibbs?" He asks back, Joshamee not letting slide the knowing tone Jack's voice held upon his clueless acting.

"If I know one thing about women it is that they change their mind over a man rather quickly if he doesn’t act on it." He mutters, receiving a hum and a nod from Jack.

However, that small chat from the morning prior left a bitter aftertaste in Jack's heart, something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. It scared him.

They change their mind rather quickly. A voice in Jack's head spoke again, making him shake his head and step out of his cabin into the darkness of the Pearls at night, all of the crew sleeping, and the air silent enough Jack could hear his own breaths.

Squinting his eyes he spots a figure laying against the front deck's rail, eyes staring at the water that expanded endlessly around them. Slowly, he walked closer, his boots making a small creaky noise as he walked up the stairs.

"What are you doing awake Jack?" Your voice whispered to the air, making the captain stop in his tracks while staring at your figure in the night.

"Could ask you the same thing, love." Finally, after some seconds he walked to your side, standing firm with his back against the railing, opposing your posture.

"The sea at night is always beautiful and calming." You mutter, taking in the way the full moon reflected on the calm tides.

"Can't argue with you on that." He smirked, looking down to his compass, the little red arrow spinning for a while before staying still, pointing to his right.

"Now, why is the captain awake?" Your tone held up some diversion, Jack could hear the smile on your face and feel your eyes boring into the right side of his face.

"Couldn't sleep." He simply states. Compass away in his pocket and back drifting away from the railing, ready to walk back.

"You can stay for a while either way, I can leave if you don't want me near." You mutter, backing up to look at him, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in a few days of slipping away from you between tasks and calls.

"Now why wouldn't I want you near me, love?" He asks, sincerely confused as his eyes registered sadness and sorrow in your sweet gaze.

"I don't know, you seem to have been avoiding me these past weeks." you keep on talking as his eyes never falter upon yours. "At first I thought it was just you being weird but now I realized it's only when I’m around." You shrug your shoulders, trying to let it slip of you, but your Captain knew you even if he wanted not to, it was hard for him not to get keen on you.

"There's no need to lie about your feeling lass." He states, feeling almost sad of seeing you shrug your emotions away. "And I have not been avoiding you at all."

"You have"

"Have not."

"You have"

"Have not!" He reiterates, relaxing upon your chuckle reaching his ears.

"You know Jack..." Your voice interrupts the comfortable silence that settled. "When I first got into piracy a few years ago I swore to never care about any mates I had, knowing far well about how dishonored people were becoming as summers passed." To say Jack was intrigued about where you were headed to would be an understatement.

"The thing is, and I don't know why, is has become really hard for me not care about this crew, about the Pearl, and about you." Chuckling, you gaze falls to your hands, head moving almost in a denying demeanor. "I really tried not to care for you, Jack."

"Love..."

"Even Gibbs has come around asking what's up with me, what is it that keeps me looking for you everywhere, it's almost dumb you know..."

"What's dumb?" He had to ask, handheld together tightly to the point his nails clawed his palms.

After a few beats of silence, you force yourself to word it out, the sky shifting as the sunrise came. "How much I ended up loving you."

Jack's face became a poem, an angsty poem as guilt, surprise, shame, sadness, and something else passed behind his features. "I... Really?"

"Just forget it." you quickly recover, straightening yourself and walking away, sensing the betrayal oncoming.

"Is it so hard for you to believe I love you?" You have to ask, turning around in your heels to meet his gaze again, face stern and almost guilty as he stares back at you.

"You wouldn't even bare to imagine how hard it is, Y/N." He says, walking over to you, talking your wrist gently before you walk away on him. "I, meself, can't even come around to put in words how insane you would be if you did love me, darling."

"Why?" Your voice become small, eyes looking up to his as his hand entangled itself in a strand of your hair.

"Because, on which mind it would be correct for a woman like you to fall for a pirate like me, darling." He states, hand falling to his side, ready to let you go,

"Am I not a pirate too, Jack?" You mutter, pinky finger searching for his and tangling them together.

"You could choose not to, you're free to leave this life." Seriously enough his voice responded your question, warmth spreading throughout your chest.

"I would've done that many years ago if I wished for it, wouldn't I?"

"You won't change your mind after, right?" He asks, nose now brushing against yours, eyes searching for anything that tells him to walk away before he isn't able to.

"I will take no offense upon your words, Jack." Your smiling lips brushing against his was enough for him to shorten the distance between you two, the bittersweet taste of rum and herbs that came off Jack was making your knees weaken, hands snaking around your waist to pull you even closer if possible.

"So... this is why you stare so much?" Jack's voice is teasing, a playful smack landing in his chest as you chuckle, walking away from his embrace to wake up the crew as the sun has not risen enough.

[lucycore]

Okay I think that's obvious although I was secretly hoping for the joker but u guys have decided. 🙊

Captain Jack Sparrow headcanons:

Pov: He fell in love with u

☁️ Fluff ☁️

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He doesn't trust anyone with the black pearl except for u

He would be often around u

He would have deep talks with u and even share his rum with u

Be more serious around u especially when u guys talk alone at night

Remember that famous "Angelica and Jack scene where they dance?" That's what he would do with u

He would flirt obviously. How could I forget that?

Throw in some pickup lines that would make u laugh or roll ur eyes

Talk with Gibbs about u

When ur near and he uses his compass it would always point towards u

He would stare at u and if u catch him then he smirks

Pretty much the way he flirted with Angelica or scared her while pointing his sword at her, the same stuff he would do to u expect that Angelica doesn't exist here

He would admire u in silence and think about u often

He would protect u at all cost and won't let any harm happen to u

He's very romantic with u and would eventually confess his love on his black pearl while the crew and u were running away from the Kraken (potc 2)

U would be heart broken that u had to leave him behind but u were the first one to raise ur hand when Tia dalma asked who would go to save Jack.

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Yayy this was actually fun to write and I really thought this through.

[macabrebatz]

MASTERLIST/INTRO POST

Hi, my name is Batz and I occasionally write fanfiction.

When it comes to fanfiction, I’m more active on AO3 so if you want updates before anyone else, check out my account (same username).

Requests are [OPEN], not taking requests for smut at the moment though.

I write a LOT of fluff, sometimes smut but that’s very rare at the moment (because I think I’m bad at it, so I don’t write it a lot)

Anyway, here’s a masterlist of everything I’ve posted here so far + fandoms I will write for. It’s not a lot (yet) but I’ll add more soon:

HORROR:

Multi character:

What Slashers get you for Valentine’s Day

Giving the slashers flowers

How you met the Slashers pt. 1

How you met the Slashers pt. 2

Pinhead & the Cenobites:

Leather & Chains

Leather & Chains Pt. 2

Hannibal Lecter:

Blood Loss

Bubba Sawyer:

Loud Spaces

Thomas Hewitt:

Sweet Tea

Art the Clown:

Art the Clown Headcanons

O, Christmas Tree

Gift Exchange (O, Christmas Tree Pt. 2)

Bo Sinclair:

N S F W Alphabet

Billy Lenz:

Billy w/ a reader that wears chained jewelry

Telephone

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms w/ a reader who collects things

Jennifer Check:

How you met Jennifer

Baby Firefly:

How you met Baby

Candyman:

How you met the Candyman

Steven Wilkins:

Bark at the Moon

The Driller Killer:

Driller Killer Relationship headcanons

Marvel:

Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

A Sight to Behold

Characters below haven’t had anything written SOLEY about them yet:

Michael Myers

Vincent Sinclair

Otis Driftwood

Rufus Firefly

Captain Spaulding

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Freddy Krueger

Ghostface

Pyramid Head

Tiffany Valentine

Chucky (human ver.)

Will Graham

Ash Williams

Mark Hoffman

Patrick Bateman

Josef

John Kramer

Pennywise

CHARACTERS/FANDOMS I ALSO WRITE FOR:

(I’ll add to this list when & if I decide to write for more fandoms)

Resident Evil:

Leon Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Karl Heisenberg

Lady Dimitrescu

TLOU:

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Baldur’s Gate:

Most characters but especially Astarion

Marvel:

Hank McCoy

Kurt Wagner

Scott Summers

Gambit

Rogue

(Honestly a lot of the Marvel characters, just ask and I might do it)

DC COMICS:

Bruce Wayne

Harley Quinn

The Joker

Mr. Freeze

The Penguin

The Riddler

The Mad Hatter

The Scarecrow

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

Etc……

TWD:

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN:

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swan

Will Turner

Bootstrap Bill

James Norrington

Tia Dalma

Davy Jones

Hector Barbossa

[mininiamh]

Masterlist

🎀 fluff | 🥀 angst | 🔞 nsfw | 🧸 age gap

Johnny Depp

Oneshots

Drabbles

Captain Jack Sparrow

Oneshots

Drabbles

Charles Leclerc

Oneshots

Drabbles

♡ #1 🎀 - lazy morning w/ charles

Carlos Sainz

Oneshots

♡ never again 🎀🥀🧸 - dealing with the aftermath of your break up you come to the conclusion that some things just aren't meant to be

Drabbles

♡ #1 🥀🧸 - lando has told you something and your worst fears are confirmed

Lando Norris

Oneshots

Drabbles

♡ #1 🎀 - you're hungover, lando is there to help you

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - a drunken pirate named jack stumbles into the strawberry shack, nearly falling in love.

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, alcohol.

18+ only please, the gif and header I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jack stumbled into The Strawberry Shack, leaning against the counter and smirking at the surprised woman in the front. “Wan’ a good blow, love!” She blinks, letting him know the price, and he chucks down a bag full of golden coins. “This shall do.” He slurs his words slightly, smelling of rum, and as he begins to head to the room, he turns and winks. “See you when I come back, love,” Jack smirks as she blushes.

His eyes widen slightly as he enters the room, whistling at all of the beautiful women on display for him. Jack walks toward a specific hole that is known to be yours and knocks on the wood. “Scuse me, miss. I am here to be blown.” He waves his arms around as he talks, sipping the rum held in his belt. “Would you be willing to blow me, love?” 

You giggle, never having met someone like him before. Especially noticing the strong smell of rum that wafts through the hole in the wall. “Yes, I’d be willing.” Jack’s member twitches, loving the sound of your voice and how you are so willing. “Why don’t you stick your cock through, sugar. Let me have a taste.”

Jack wastes no time, immediately undoing his pants and grasping his thick member, guiding it through the hole, and he lets out a groan when your lips wrap swiftly around his swollen tip. Your tongue swirls around it, sucking it deeper into your mouth. You hum, sending vibrations through his cock. Your hand jerks the part you can’t fit, twisting your wrist. “Oi, love! Best mouth I’ve ever had!” 

You become sloppy, gagging and drooling all over his cock, bobbing your head back and forth, choking on him. Jack thrusts forward, throwing his head back and grunting. “I don’t know how you’ve done it, love. But I’m so close.” He slurs, drinking his rum as you suck harder on his cock, picking up your pace, paying special attention to the spot underneath his tip, and flicking it with your tongue before swirling it around, wanting to taste his cum, wanting to see if it tasted like the rum he’s drinking. “Oh!” Jack cums with a shout, gripping the wall as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his swollen tip, and you greedily drink it up.

You suck him dry and lick him clean, moaning as you swallow the last drop of him. “Taste so good, sugar, thank you.” You watch him pull his cock out and tuck it back in, catching sight of the many rings accompanying his fingers. 

“No, thank you, love.” Jack tilts his hat over his eyes and turns. “Goodbye, sweets.” He chugs his rum as he leaves, winking at the woman behind the counter. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[moon-alight]

Hi Can you write a K (&Team) smut. Where she is a virgin and she wants to take the next step. Thank you so much 🌹🌹

Hello! Yes, I could. I have been thinking about this all night and honestly, I'm ready to just write it down. All these horny virgins here wanting &Team to be their firsts tsk.... Me too though. I'm one of you.

Show me - &Team K

Synopsis: Reader is a virgin and finally feels like she's ready to take the next step. Kei is a very sweet boyfriend who takes things slow for her.

Warnings: fluff, smut, afab reader, soft dom K, virgin reader, teasing, praise, fingering, protected sex,

Word Count: 2090 (I realize it takes so much longer to write smut than fluff but here you go)

Masterlist

You had been in this relationship for 8 months, everything is great. You are still so in love with your boyfriend, spend every weekend together and call during the week.

Kei is patient, loving, caring and just a complete sweetheart. The moment you had told him you were a virgin, he was nothing but understanding. You realized how lucky you were to have him.

The 8 months went by so quickly. Your relationship is light-hearted and fun. You guys go on dates every so often, tease each other playfully and have a lot of fun... then why do you feel like something is missing.

You know what's missing. Your friend had told you in explicit detail what her boyfriend did to her when they were alone and somehow you couldn't focus, only thinking about Kei and how that would go.

So, here you are, cuddled up into him on his bed while watching a movie on his laptop. You have not paid attention to a single thing going on on that screen, instead your mind wanders to different places.

How could Kei's hand feel going down your pants, his fingertips brushing lightly over your sensitive clit. How it would feel to have his other hand wandering, squeezing your breast as he plays with your pussy--

"Honey? Are you okay?" You snap out of your daydream and look up to see Kei looking down at you. Well, this is embarrassing.

"Yes, why?"

"I realized you stopped paying attention to the movie, if you want to watch something else we could do that." Here he is, your attentive sweet boyfriend. Though you wished he would've been a bit less attentive at this moment.

"No, I just zoned out for a second. I do like the movie."

"What is it about?" Damn it.

"The future?" Kei smiles down at you softly.

"We're watching Pirates of the Caribbean." You look down at the screen and see Captain Jack Sparrow fall from a stair. You return your gaze to Kei who smirks.

"Right, if only that was the future, would be cool."

"What were you thinking about?" He asks, stroking your hair gently. Goosebumps arise on your skin by his simple touch. What is wrong with you?

"School stuff, you know. Uh, no I was thinking about the laundry. I think I forgot to put it in today. Well, I can always do it tomorrow, not a problem. I have enough clothes so there's no worry really..." A soft kiss on your lips interrupts your talking.

"You are ranting, baby." Kei whispers when he pulls away a little, staying close enough to you to feel his breath on your face. "You only rant when you're nervous." His hand that was previously in your hair, now strokes your cheek. "What got you so nervous?"

You open your mouth to reply but you stop yourself right in time. How stupid would it sound if you admitted it right now? No, now's not the time, though his strong gaze makes you feel certain things. You push your thighs together in hopes of getting a little bit of friction.

"I make you nervous, don't I?" Kei asks, having noticed your small action. You nod softly in reply, looking anywhere but him. Your cheeks red from embarrassment. "My little princess." He mumbles, his hand slowly stroking down your body. "Just got so needy, didn't you."

You whimper when his hand stops at your waist, you want him... no, you need him to go lower. You need him to touch you, to teach you.

"Tell me exactly what you want and you'll get it." Despite his encouraging smile, you're still hesitant to voice your needs out loud.

"I want you to show me." You mumble out, eyes fixated on the wall. Kei places his fingers underneath your chin and makes you look at him.

"Show you what?" He asks innocently. You fiddle with the sleeves of your (his) hoodie.

"How to do... you know?"

"No, baby. I don't know. Tell me." His stupid smirk tells you that he knows exactly what you mean. You sigh.

"I want to lose my virginity to you. There, I said it." Kei chuckles lightly. "Don't you dare make fun of me, you wanted me to say it out loud." Your words make Kei laugh a bit louder.

"Don't worry, I'm happy you finally said it. Took you two weeks."

"What?!" You shriek. "You knew?" Kei raises a brow at you.

"Why so shocked? It wasn't hard to miss how you would zone out while staring at my hands, how you would clench your thighs together whenever I liked my lips and how you whimper my name in your sleep. Kinda cute."

"You're evil!"

"No, no. I'm patient. See, I wanted you to come to me and even when I got you all backed up, you found a way to go around it."

"Right." You reply with a huff. "So, you will teach me?" Kei grins at you and kisses your lips softly before humming.

"Of course, all you had to do was ask." Kei closes the laptop and places it on his nightstand, not leaving much time for you to worry because before you know it, he's onto you. His mouth against yours in a slow and passionate kiss, he pulls you onto his lap never breaking the kiss. Something that has happened so many times before. "Will you let me take your shirt off?" You look at him hesitantly. "I'll take mine off first, yeah?"

He pulls the fabric of his shirt over his head and throws it somewhere behind him. You knew Kei worked out, but damn did he look gorgeous. You're not sure if this makes you feel better or if you're even more hesitant but when his hands hold the fabric of your shirt, you let him take it off of you.

"So pretty, how did I ever get so lucky?" You're sure he's bluffing, there is no way he can say that while he looks like a Greek God himself. Nevertheless, you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. "Getting bold now, are we?" Kei asks teasingly.

"There's not much room for embarrassment when you look at me like that." Kei slides the straps of your bra down your arms and presses a short kiss on your lips.

"I'm glad, you're so much more beautiful when you're confident, baby." You love the compliment. "Can I?" Kei asks, his hand inching closer to your breast.

"Yes." He leans up, the patience he had before flew through the window in an instant the moment he held your breasts for the first time. His lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss. You whine against him as his finger brushes over your nipple. His hips buck into yours involuntarily. A chocked moan leaves your lips.

"Fuck, sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"No, it felt good." You assure him. Kei smiles and grips your hips, slowly guiding you to rock on top of him. The friction is not enough to fully stimulate you but it definitely makes you only want him more. "Please, Koga." You moan out softly.

"Please what, baby?"

"Stop torturing me." You whine, looking into his soft brown eyes. He tries his hardest not to laugh at you, nodding softly.

"If you would just tell me what you want then..."

"I think you can feel it for yourself, your pants has clear evidence of my wetness." He can't help it, the laugh does leave his lips. Your arousal has indeed soaked through your panties and shorts and onto his pants.

"Right, on it." He turns you two around so you're on your back against the mattress and Kei is hovering above you. He leans back and gets rid of his clothes before yours, once again making you more comfortable this way. Your envious of how he can just strip without problems.

"Can I take the rest of your clothes off?" He asks, situating himself between your legs. You hum, lifting your hips off the mattress to help him. He carefully slides the two pieces of fabric off your body and spreads your legs a little. "You're absolutely soaked, baby. How long have you been sexually frustrated?"

"A while." You reply, watching as his hand inches closer to your core. He stops before touching you, you give him a nod in approval before his fingers slide through your slit, stopping at your clit and rubbing it softly. You moan at the contact.

"You were simply too stubborn to admit it, huh?" Kei continues the little conversation as if he isn't literally pleasuring you on his bed. "Should've come to me weeks ago."

"You knew..." You try to reason, another loud moan escapes your lips when Kei inserts a finger into you. The pleasure only grows with his actions.

"I did, but I wondered just how long you would deny it." He replies, adding another finger and scissoring you open, his thumb continues to draw circles on your clit, the stimulation almost becoming too much. "If it wasn't for my urge to want to fuck you, we wouldn't have been here now, would we?"

"Yudai-- fuck, close." You mumble, feeling him add a third finger inside of you curling them up. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, Kei smirks even though you can't see him.

"Be a good girl and cum for me." His words mixed with the pleasure is what sends you over the edge, your back arches off the mattress, waves of pleasure flowing through you. Kei makes sure to let you ride out your orgasm before pulling away.

You open your eyes and almost die at the spot when you watch him lick his fingers clean. You whimper at the sight, never have you seen something so hot.

"Want to continue or not?" He asks, rubbing your thigh gently.

"Yes, please."

"We can stop anytime, okay? Just tell me and we'll continue the movie." You nod, watching him reach into his nightstand and take a condom out. For the first time you look down at his erection. He is long and thick and for a moment you worry it wouldn't fit. "Ready?"

"You sure it'll fit, right?" Kei chuckles at your concern.

"It might feel uncomfortable, if so, we can stop, yeah?" He assures you.

"Yeah, okay. I trust you." Kei's eyes soften at your confession. He places his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. He guides the tip of his cock at your entrance and carefully pushes in. Your body tenses slightly.

"I had a dream the other night." Kei begins, you find it a bit weird at first but then he continues. "But even in that dream you weren't as pretty as you are now." You giggle, covering your face with your free hand. "No, no, no. Don't hide away from me now." You lower your arm and realize he's situated all the way in. His talking has distracted you.

"That was really smart." You comment, seeing him smile proudly.

"I have had eight months to think about this moment, of course I will know what to do."

"Sorry you had to wait so long--"

"It was all worth it, can I move?" You nod, feeling him pull out and push back in. He finds a steady pace, his mouth attaches to your neck, sucking and biting softly. Your moans grow louder and louder, the sensation completely drowning your body in pleasure.

Why did you ever wait so long to feel this? His tip hits your cervix with every trust, your head is thrown back, allowing Kei more room to kiss your neck. The coil is back, but this time it feels more intense, you clench around him, Kei notices this.

"Fuck, keep clenching like that, baby. You feel so good around me." His words are like magic. Each time he talks, you're closer to your orgasm. He lets go of your hand to rub your swollen clit.

"Please, Yudai." He trusts once particularly hard, you clam your arms around his shoulders. He does it again, a broken cry leaves your lips as your orgasm rushes down on you. Kei hides his face in the crook of your neck, releasing his cum inside the condom. Your legs shake around him as you come down from your high, completely drunk on love and pleasure.

"You did so good, baby." Kei tells you, kissing your cheek. Your shyness has returned, he chuckles. "Want to cuddle?"

"Yes, please."

[okay-j-hannah]

Lovey Dovey

Pirates of the Caribbean : Fic

Will Turner x Reader

Word Count: 1541

Warnings: Hilarious sibling banter... Will be a king treating his woman like a queen 👑 swashbuckling pirate swears

Request: “This is me absolutely begging and foaming at the mouth for you to write a Will Turner x reader. I’m fine with fluff or smut lmao. I have a couple ideas if you also want to write multiple (or blend them into 1), you totally don’t have to though. 3. Being Jack Sparrow’s (sister/close relationship) and dating Will - First of all,THE C H A O S Jack constantly bugging you about being all “lovey dovey” on his ship (even if it’s not a significant amount). Jack also always complaining in general lmao. I think this is cute because Jack being over protective of you dating Will just seems so precious to me. PLEASE INCLUDE SOME FORM OF SIBLING BANTER 🙏🏻. Having accurate sibling teasing or banter is so important when writing relationships like these! Plus Sharing a hammock below deck” @gingerdissapointment​

A/N: Jack has never been overjoyed at the thought of you and your boyfriend - especially when you’re kissing on his ship

The skies were a rich coastal blue between the clouds. The gulls gave their cries as they flew overhead, pestering the inhabitants below for a morsel to eat. The sea was gentle as it rocked the ship.

Rocked the ship and the first mate.

(Y/N) was clearly taking her position on the ship very seriously as she lay across the edge of the starboard side. Her hat drawn to keep the sun off her face, she looked as a cat might just before a long nap.

Until the captain, laden with beads and braided scarves, came from his quarters. The black, heavy lids of his eyes fell into a squint as he spotted his first mate. She did enjoy testing his authority.

Sucking on a gold tooth, Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered over, slamming a hand onto the weathered wood beneath her. “I say, man! Hoist the sails, pull anchor, and undock this ship before I find another to replace yer useless, sleepy arse.”

She barely flinched as he bombarded her beginnings of sleep. A heavily ringed hand lifted to tilt her hat back, shooting the captain a look. It clearly spoke of how disappointing his efforts had become in motivating her.

“Go back to your Tortugan women and let me doze.”

“For your information, missy – we’re not on Tortuga anymore.”

“And you’re telling me you haven’t kept a few pretties in your cabin?”

Jack chewed the inside of his cheek, speaking lowly, “You know Gibbs will cause a mutiny if he sees any woman on this ship but you.”

“Yes, and being unable to escape your persistent stupidity, I’d thought challenging Gibbs would make smuggling barmaids all the more fun.”

Hat back over her face, (Y/N) couldn’t see the way Jack flailed his arms in a pitiful attempt to express his frustration. “If I hadn’t promised mum…”

“If you hadn’t promised mum what?” she suddenly sat up, swinging her legs so she was facing him.

His expression was dry, “If I hadn’t promised to watch over you aboard this ship – I would push you off this instant – to hell with the plank.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she smirked.

In a flash, Jack shoved her shoulder, just enough that she was caught off balance. And the fear that flashed across her face, however short lived, made him smile. “You should be kinder to your captain.”

He went for the wheel, fishing for his compass. (Y/N) slid from her spot, stomping after him, “You really would let me fall in?”

“You can swim.”

She punched his shoulder and he winced.

“You wouldn’t last a week on the seas without me.”

It was the usual bickering between the captain and the first mate. And many of the crew had to dodge as buckets of water and empty rum bottles flew at each other. There was rarely a voice of reason between the two – Gibbs had given up after an incident with a sea turtle and a peg leg – making only one option for a mediator.

“Mr. Will Turner,” Gibbs laughed gruffly, “’Bout time you came aboard.”

Will raised his eyebrows, stepping off the boarding plank, “Are things really so severe without me here?”

A wooden chair came flying from the captain’s quarters, splintering against the wheel. A second later (Y/N) came bounding out, a small chest in her hands, and ran to hold it over the side of the ship.

Jack cried after her, flailing his arms and tripping over the broken chair along the way, “DO NOT toss that treasure overboard.”

“What does it matter? You’re a pirate – go find some more!”

“Yes, but that chest is particularly valuable to me, and I would sorely miss it’s contents. So kindly return it before I tie you to the mast and let the seagulls shit down your pretty face.”

Will coughed obnoxiously and both siblings turned to face him. “What’s so important about the chest?”

(Y/N) grinned, “Will!” She let go of the treasure chest and ran for him. Jack yelled as he dove for the chest, catching it just before it fell over the edge.

“Why must you pester your brother?” Will asked, hugging her tight and kissing her cheek, “I would rather he be reasonable when I visit – he’s not overly fond of me.”

She grabbed his face and gave him a proper kiss, “I don’t care what my brother thinks.” She kissed him hard, losing balance.

A retching could be heard from behind them, “I’d sooner battle the kraken than watch you two swabbing tongues.” Jack sauntered back to his cabin, “We’re leaving in an hour.”

“He’s just jealous the longest he’s ever had a partner was overnight.”

Will snickered, taking her hand, “Best leave him be. I want you all to myself tonight.”

Jack poked his head out of the door, “And if I catch any lovey dovey nonsense on my ship, you can walk the plank and get your quota of kisses from the sharks!”

(Y/N) bit her lip, dragging Will by the hand and below deck.

“Did you hear me?” Jack cried almost desperately, “You keep that hand a safe distance from her!”

“I don’t care how much you fight,” Will said as they descended the stairs, “Jack loves you.”

“He’s protective, is all,” (Y/N) sighed, “I wish he showed he cared in other ways. Like letting me have first pick in a treasure hoard.”

They laughed and kissed all the way to the hammocks used for sleeping while sailing the seas. (Y/N) pushed him into one and jumped on top of him. The hammock swung from the jump, their tangled limbs fitting snug into a cocoon. (Y/N) wrapped herself around him, feeling safe and warm and vulnerable next to him.

“I want to tell you something,” Will whispered to her, running his fingers lightly down her arm.

She squirmed at the tickling, “What is it?”

“I’ve been meeting with the Port Royal banks, building a line of credit with them.”

(Y/N) became very still, her thumb trailing down his ribs, “Why do that? You already own the smithery.”

“I sold it.”

She sat up, hand against his chest, “Why do that? You’re an excellent blacksmith.”

His eyes were shining in the dim light, “I’m buying you a ship. A ship for us.”

“What?” There was a smile on her lips like she didn’t believe him, “A real ship?”

“I’m doing it the right way,” he mumbled, “It takes longer, but… We’ll have a home on the sea.”

She giggled, “A real ship? With a crew?”

“If you want.”

“And you’ll be the captain and I’ll be the first mate,” she grinned, running a hand up his neck to hold his cheek.

Will smiled fondly, “You will be captain. And I’ll be your first mate.”

(Y/N) marveled at him, getting quiet when she said, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” And he tilted his head to catch her lips, gripping her tight by the waist.

She kept ahold of his cheek, giggling as he tickled her sides. They were too preoccupied to hear a set of footsteps tromping down the stairs.

“Oh, God! Damned Davy Jones. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

(Y/N) fell into Will’s shoulder, sighing, “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“Not on my ship, missy. Not. On. My. Ship.”

“Oh, sod off,” (Y/N) yelled, “Grab your rum and go.”

“I’m going to be honest with you, mate,” Jack pointed a wavering finger, “If you don’t get your sticky paws off my sister, I’m going to chain you to a cannonball and throw you overboard for the kraken to eat.”

(Y/N) toppled out of the hammock, “Jack you’re taking it a little far. Will’s been nothing but good to me since we’ve known him. I don’t understand this vendetta you have against him.”

“He’s… well, there’s something about him.” Jack twiddled his fingers, “And I promised – I swore to mum that I’d…” He suddenly became quiet, “That I’d look after you.”

Her heart softened, “And you’ve done a pretty damn good job so far.” She knew he needed to hear it, “And I’m not asking you to stop looking after me. I’m asking that you let someone else help. Someone good and kind. And a partner for me – I’m sorry captain, but that’s not something you can give me.” She tried at a smile.

And Jack did have the slightest crack of his lips, “You were always going to outgrow me.”

Will came up behind (Y/N) and placed an arm around her shoulders. Surprisingly Jack didn’t retort, “You’re not the only one that cares about her.”

“I’m still not a fan of the lovey dovey nonsense.”

“That’s fine,” (Y/N) laughed, “We’re gonna do it anyway.”

Jack laughed too, taking a step back and making for the stairs. He snatched a bottle of rum from the stores as he said, “Put a sock on the cabin door next time. I already have enough trauma without seeing whatever you two do alone.”

And that was about as close as Jack was going to get in saying he accepted his sister dating. Will gripped her side and whispered jovially in her ear.

“You want to get all lovey dovey?”

“Let me grab a sock first.”

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‣ will turner x f! reader | 1.5k words | slight angst, fluff, friends to lovers, comfort; im in love with will turner

‣ when the uncertainty of the future makes itself known to you, he's there to give you a gentle reminder through his embrace.

‣ i recently watched potc for the first time ever and yeah. im obsessed with him maybe actually

You used to long for nights like this. A couple hours to yourself and the great blue while the rest of the world quieted, weak to their need for rest. 

Above you lay a painting of constellations as far as the eye can stretch, and if you watched closely and held your breath, a wish could be found amongst the specs of light. Blink and it’d be lost forever, but such are the wonders of the vastness beyond Earth’s gates. It was a shame the moon welcomed sleep instead of wake.

Without a single cloud, her light embraced you like your mother once did, many years ago in childhood.

Your hands grip together above your trembling kneecaps. The moon brought cold winds with her beauty, as did the sea water beneath the Black Pearl. The weather wouldn’t scare you off this night, however. The bundle of cloth tightened around your shoulders as you peered up to the sky once more, allowing yourself  yet again to be caught in her hypnosis.

It’d been months since you stepped foot in your hometown. The second boot met this vessel’s wood, the gravity of consequences made themselves familiar. Home would never be home again. Your image was now tainted, purity washed away with bad blood, piracy, under command of Captain Jack Sparrow. And what a name he had, for good and for worse. Mostly worse.

It didn’t bother you at first. No longer bound to an island with invisible chains of societal pressures and standards. Out here, your name was all you had. No care for a backstory, for family ties, or occupation. Freedom released the chains from your soul, metal rupturing under itself and disintegrating. The stench of saltwater, pirates and rum soon became home, and as you inhaled and exhaled on the wooden steps, your joints and aching muscles freshened.

Still, there was a feeling you couldn’t quite shake off no matter how far you sailed. It was bothersome, and you could tell it was beginning to affect you. 

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

Others were starting to notice as well. 

There was room for one more occupant deliberately open, he took note of. His body heat robbed you of your chill, replacing it with his warmth as his arm bumped yours, easily reminding you of the liminal space you now resided in. 

Will Turner had become a close friend. Never the type of man you’d suspect to become a pirate, with his understanding nature and selfless acts. He had a father out there, you learned early on. “Bootstrap” Bill Turner. His name carried weight overseas, having been a part of Jack Sparrow’s old crew–prior mutiny.

His whereabouts lay unknown now, either taken by the sea herself or out on a boat serving another captain under alias. You could see how much it affected Will. He wasn’t one to particularly hide his emotions, and yet, certain days he required a little re-reading. 

His arms dangled over his thighs with his lips resting in their usual frown. The pinch between his brows had lessened a bit, but you could still detect a faint indent. A pirate’s life isn’t necessarily blissful, you suppose. His brown eyes interlock with yours when his chin turns to you. 

“What’s on your mind?”

You break his eye contact to find your fumbling fingertips, your nails anxiously kneading your cloak’s fabric back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…

Will drawls your name as his shoulder nudges you. You scoff with a grin.

“Sorry, I just,” You glance up, still not meeting him. “I’ve been thinking about home lately.”

He hums. 

“You miss it?” 

Do you? You pause for a moment.

 “I don’t know yet.”

He remains silent to allocate for any other thoughts you want to share, to which you settle in and release another sigh.

“It’s not that I wish to return, in fact I quite enjoy being out here. I have no life back home, but here I am, watching the night sky like I’m a little girl again.”

A single cloud trails the moon’s borders, a warning for frigid air. Will shuffles closer.

“I think about what’s to come. For you, the crew, myself.” You threaten another smile. “Jack.”

Will chuckles. “No bother worrying about him, that’s for certain.”

“And still, I wonder where he will end up. He’s so unpredictable, frankly it stresses me out.”

The two of you share a hushed laugh. You at last face him beside you, a nice fervor to your cheeks at his dimpled grin and soft eyes. He truly was handsome for a pirate. You’d imagine this life would break him, that one day his sanity would wane and crumble right before you, but his smile brightened the night as it always had, even now in your time of turmoil. 

He’d rot away on the Black Pearl should he remain here, when his destiny lay greater than yours, greater than any old pirate on a quest to satisfy selfish desires. A frown kisses your lips. 

“Where will you go, Will?”

His brows pull together this time in skepticism. 

“In a year’s time, say we’re still here, sailing the Black Pearl. Where will you go then?”

You watch as his knuckles cushion his chin. He’s quiet, steadily exhaling through his nose as his eyes wander the deck. 

“...I’d like to find my father.”

You lean closer, pushing him just slightly.

“And tomorrow? Say we hear news of your father right at dawn, just as the crew wakes up. Would you go, then?”

You realize then you wouldn’t want him to. The pain of his absence would be too great for your longing heart. You wished happiness for him, but would he stay if you asked him? Would you even be able to unleash that self-serving desire to him? 

You speak faster than your pounding chest can keep up with.

“I-,”

“ You have far too much potential to be here with us when you could be making more progress out there. You should go. You should be with him, you deserve to know where he is, and what happened to him.”

Will nods. You make a fair point. The sorrow of his leave has begun to sink her claws into your blood, but maybe now's the time to mourn him before he inevitably vanishes from you forever. 

“And what about you? Where will you go?”

You flinch, taken aback, the suddenness tethering you to the present moment. It renders you speechless for a minute. It wasn’t a year in the future, and tomorrow hadn’t yet broken the horizon. Will Turner was still here, right here on these steps, tonight. His inquiry brings him even closer to you, as if he too could feel the crave of your pulse, the pulse that quickened the longer you lived in his eyes.

“...I’ve nowhere to go.”

It’s revealed at last, and Will softens. You fixate on your knees, the tugging of fabric never faltering under your grip.

“...I’m afraid, Will. I’m afraid one day, the Black Pearl will fade, and so will everyone aboard, you included. I’m afraid of the day I’ll be stuck here while life carries on without me.”

You didn’t want him to go. You have him now, but how long until he disappears to the sea? Until you’re inevitably alone, sailing a ship with no crew, no family, no home. 

“It’s incredibly selfish of me, when I want more than anything for you to find your father. I want you to go where the wind can take you, and still I…”

Will’s hand encases yours.

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He speaks your name like a god’s prayer, as if it was a sacred relic to be cherished and protected. Maybe you could pretend that’s how he felt about you. You squeeze his hand in return, but he continues.

“What happens in a year doesn’t matter now. You’re here, and I’m here. I’m here tonight, tomorrow, and more days to come.”

His open palm takes the side of your face to turn towards his, his body meeting yours.

He was even beautiful up close; his gaze could lull you into a hypnosis that matched the moon’s, and as his thumb soothed the skin of your cheek, you realized just how eagerly you were holding onto him.

You see blatantly how much he means to you. How dear his presence was in your heart, and how him being close to you awoke emotions you never wanted to forget. It feels foolish now to wonder about future events when he’s here before you, promising his commitment through the palm of his hand.

“I’m not leaving you.”

He catches your tears with both hands, embracing you ever so close to him, erasing any fragment of space that allows the wind to brisk your skin. His warmth flushed your body as more and more tears fled you, clinging onto his forearms like he’d vanish any second. When he parts, his forehead kisses yours, refusing to let you go just yet. 

“Wherever you are, I’m with you. If you’ll have me, I’ll stay with you and protect you from ever worrying about me leaving you again.”

His body encircled yours in a safe caress, his arms tight around your torso. You rested your cheek against his collarbone as you sighed, breathing him in, holding onto whatever you could of him. 

“I’m with you, Will.”

I’m with you.

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