#john silver x reader

[lootsofathousandsworld]

Oooh what if Flint and Long John (separate) with reader that is a thief that steals most their gold (Well tries to).

imao let me see what I got for this x reader headcanon XDD

Flint:

🏴‍☠️Trying to steal gold from him would be impossible!

🏴‍☠️ He's an expert on sensing someone pickpocketing him. And also track people down like a bloodhound.

.🏴‍☠️ He has way of if someone steal his gold he will hunt them down until he gets his precious treasures back even if it kills him.

🏴‍☠️And if you did manage to steal some of his treasure oh man be prepare for his wraith when he catches you. 😬

🏴‍☠️But if your lucky, he could be impressed with your agility skills and offer you to join his crew. He does need a member with this type of skills. ;)

John Silver:

🏴‍☠️ When you try to steal some gold from him. He will find this amusing since he believes this is your first time.

🏴‍☠️ But dont be fooled by his friendly gesture. He'll warn you dangerously if you ever try to rob him again he'll make sure you suffer consequences.

🏴‍☠️If you did steal his gold and get away with it. Sometimes he shrugs it off or if your in same town with him he'll find you without hesitate.

🏴‍☠️And you should be grateful that he isn't a pirate type that murders people. As I mention instead he'll give you a final warning before letting you go.

🏴‍☠️ And also, maybe if he caught you with interest. He can give you few tips on how to pickpocket people. ;)

[rabidworld]

Territorial Sea

The crew encounters a group of sirens, and the first mate finds out first hand what it's like to be seduced.

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It was a punch to the gut. It was a bone lodged in my windpipe that made me nauseous, but only after it was all over.

Here I was standing on the starboard side, near the bow, shouting directions to Scroop who in turn relayed the information to the helmsman, as the ship carefully dodged the volcanic asteroids that littered this part of the Avion Galaxy. Cutting carefully through a thick amethyst fog, our mission was to harvest crystals near the inner ring of the rock belt surrounding a barren planet. The raw ore was used to make high fashion jewelry; why plunder when you could go straight to the source? At least that was the way Silver had sold it to the crew.

“Watch those sails, ya cack hands, or you’ll be hauling those lines in with yer teeth!”

Speak of the devil. His voice boomed all the way across the deck. I stole a glance aloft; the asteroids were so dense in this area they floated as close as halfway down the main mast and the crew scurried like spiders to protect the vessel from any that strayed too close.

As I turned back to my post, there came a low humming from somewhere in the asteroid field, making the hair on my neck stand up. I glared deeper into the galactic mist, the slow spinning asteroids created eerie shapes in the distance, occasionally clacking together, but they had been doing that for two days now. There was something else. A flicker of movement along the bottom edge of an asteroid ten meters away caught my eye. Then another. Something alive.

“Captain!” I shouted, never taking my eyes off the rock formation as it drew nearer.

“Aye?” Captain Silver responded from the helm.

“There’s —”

An angelic sound reverberated off the rocks and the words died in my throat. As I opened my mouth to speak again, the croon came once more, a refined call, low and smooth. It made a familiar warmth bloom in my chest.

I leaned over the side, fingers gripping the railing as I searched with eager eyes for a glimpse of what could make such a beautiful tune. The more I listened the more the call became unmistakably, entirely new; it was a song. Baritone. Solemn. The kind of thing that made you drown yourself in rum.

A wave of vertigo hit me for the first time since I was a young boy on his first vessel. I blinked heavily, attempting to get my bearings, and when I opened them a figure sat before me, clouded in crystalline dust as it sang.

For me.

The warmth in my chest expanded until my limbs were on fire. A smile crept onto my face when the person came into clear view, and the world seemed infinitely small.

“Ahoy, boy-o.” Captain Silver beamed at me, that gold tooth shining like a solar flare as he drifted towards the ship.

My eyebrows knit together, my voice soft, “Captain.”

“Aye, lad. What’re you doing up there all by your lonesome?” His huge face contorted into one of greater concern than ever before.

“Looking out for the ship. For the crew,” I sigh, leaning closer, yearning to close the distance. “For you.”

The ship seemed to have gained speed, banking sharply to port, away from Silver.

“Captain!” Shouting, I hurried along the length of the vessel, my heart racing, keeping pace with him as my voice cracked. “Captain, don't leave!”

The Ursid lept from cosmic rock to cosmic rock, determined not to lose me.

“Where are ya off to in such a hurry?” He never lost his footing, even as he sped up, even as the desperation in his voice grew clear. “I need my best mate!”

My head felt stuffed full of cotton, “Where’s the crew?”

“Blast the crew” Silver chuckled, moving closer and closer, “Blast the treasure.” His arm muscles rippled as he reached out, his paw big enough to engulf my entire hand, “You’re all this old sea dog needs.”

I looked down and suddenly my feet were on the scarred rail. My toes hanging over the edge of oblivion, the black void of space a back drop to the expansive asteroid field. Yet, before me was everything I had ever wanted. The umber colored hair that peeked out from under his bandana flitted about in the breeze. His cybernetics whirred and clicked, my eyes travelling up his left side; his metal leg, the intricate framework of his arm, and settled on the yellow glow of his mechanized eye.

I had been transfixed by that stare innumerable times. Caught like a fly under its burning red scrutiny. Soaring like a seabird on its golden pride. Never like this. Never so tender. I was a man of fortune first, a loyal crew member second, but everyone knew there was none so loyal as I to Captain Long John Silver. They’d never dare say it to my face, for I would cut them stem to stern, but the lingering stares whenever I was in his vicinity were a dark smudge on an already tattered portrait. We could get away. Just the two of us. Forever.

A massive fur covered hand grabbed me by the face, turning my head away from Silver and blinding me at the same time. A pistol shot rang out, followed by cannon fire.

“Silver!” The name tore from my throat raw and painful as I clawed at whoever held me back, pulling my cutlass from its sheath before an alloy hand clamped down on my wrist.

“Turnbuckle get us out a here you maggot-brained-two-toned-squid! All hands man the long guns til we’re outta range! An’ calm down would ya?”

I was reaching for my dagger with my free hand when I was lifted completely off the ground, arms pinned to my sides, and wrestled into the hold. I heard the trap door slam shut behind us as I was dropped rather ungraciously to the floor.

“You killed him! You’re a dirty mutineer and you’re lucky if I don’t cut your fucking throat!” I growled, climbing to my feet, whirling to face my captor.

Captain Silver stood in front of me, broad and tall as ever. He looked tired, his breathing a little heavy and that eye of his its telling red tone, but healthy as the day he was born.

“Those siren songs make ya simple? Face off the oldes’ gotdamn monster in the galaxy and my first mate nearly goes overboard. Blast me for a fool! Were ya even thinkin’?”

I blinked rapidly. He was covered in a mist of blue blood, a clean outline where my body had shielded his off white shirt and the left lapel of his trench coat. Looking down at myself I saw the same blue blood staining my skin, appearing black in the red light.

When I didn’t have some witty retort, yellow light bathed the room. I didn’t dare look up, I didn’t need his pity. Instead I turned my hands over and over again. The reality of what had happened dawned on me.

We stood in a cutting silence long enough for the thudding of the crew’s feet on the main deck to slow their urgent speed, we must have gotten to safety, and long enough still to deduce what the inaudible, hushed conversations were about.

“Sirens tempt ya —”

"Sirens tempt you with what you want most," I cut him off, "usually who you want most.”

“Ya c’aint control a crew’s gossip.” I exaggerated his accent as I paraphrased what I knew he was going to say.

“Aye.”

“An’ a gossipin’ crew ‘s hard to control.”

“Aye.”

“An’ what’s more to gossip about that is outta control than that crew’s first mate fantasizin’ about that crew’s cap'n’ without a single soul knowin’ ‘sides maybe – they says – the cap’n hisself.”

A bassy sigh, “Aye.”

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel like crying. Humiliation. Violation. My most coveted secret had been pulled out of me against my will and put on display in a grotesque show for thirty odd men. Pirates were not so against homosexuals as the English were, but the chain of command amongst wolves was a delicate thing, favoritism could not be had, imagined or not.

“What did y’all see? Exactly?” I stole a quick read of his face; embarrassment and... guilt?

Silver sighed and sat down on the steps, effectively blocking the exit with his hulking frame, “They seized upon us quick. Suppose that’s why all you gots out was my name, you were the first one to notice ‘em, first one to sense trouble. Soon enough the crew was crawling down the rafters to get a better look. Lucky this old hunk of hardware leaves a ringing in my head if I ain’t tinkered with it in a few moons,” he tapped the gears that had replaced the right side of his head and forced a dry laugh.

My lips pressed into a straight line.

“As I bark orders I realize none of the crew’s movin’. Not a one. And my first mate sure as hell woulda made those sea calves run to their mommas for disobeying an order. I look down from the helm to see all eyes on ya, and you're runnin’ along the railin’ shoutin’ at one of them creatures, and by t’under it looks like what ol’ Long John sees in the mirror.” He meets my eyes, scratching the back of his neck before looking away, “I tried to make it to ya before it got worse, orderin’ them to man the cannons before they lost their head’s too, seein' as the resta dem monsters were clamberin' the sides, but I reckon those boys saw enough when you were standing on that rail, hand in hand, speakin’ to me — it,” Silver hastily corrected himself, “in that sweet talkin’ voice we’ve all heard you use on a wench or two at port.”

I was shaking now. My nervous system was on overdrive.

If they had all seen that, there was no way I could remain on this vessel. They’d leave me with the next civilization we came to and then what would I do? I’d sailed under Flint for ten years. Under Silver for five. Fifteen years was a long time to know a man.

Who was I without Silver?

The fact I was even asking myself that question was enough to send me over the edge. I stood back up with such speed it startled Silver to his feet. I planned to march past him with so much gusto that he would step aside. I could outrun this feeling.

I could.

“Easy there, where ya off to in such a hurry?” His paw stopped me in my tracks, open palm colliding with my chest.

“Don’t.” I grabbed his wrist, my fingers barely making it halfway around.

“You saw the whole thing, that should be explanation enough. Don’t play the fucking good guy just cause you pity me. I’m not your pet.” I spat.

"Not gonna keel haul ya for a fantasy, boy-o, but ya got some explainin’ to do.” He ripped his arm out of my grasp.

He'd been down playing his anger this whole time.

That scarlet glow fell over my face, and this time I glared straight into it. I thought I could feel the warmth of the laser scanning over each of my features. To my surprise, his face softened into an unreadable look.

“By the stars,” Silver whispered, “you’ve never been a pet.”

Suddenly that anger was never anger at all. It was pain that I had inflicted when I mistook sympathy for pity, when I had turned the person who cared about me the most, the man who’d fought beside me time and time again, into someone cruel and ugly in the recess of my mind.

I could hate myself for it. I could add it to the list of reasons I don’t deserve to be loved so freely, but that’s what got me into this mess.

So instead I embrace him. I rest my head on his belly as he towers over me, stiff and stunned, as I begin to sob. My hot tears pool into his shirt, mingling with the coagulating siren blood and soaking through immediately.

“You don’t have to hug me back.” I choke out between sobs.

His arms wrap around me, “Shh. Shh. Shh. None a that now, don’t be silly.”

I cry harder as I sink into his body. I almost apologize. I almost pull away, but I’m stronger than that. Instead, I press myself closer, and he pets my hair, his biological arm crushing me to him. The smell of leather and gunsmoke and sweat soothes me even more. After a moment I sniffle and clear my throat.

“Why did you turn my head away?” I spoke into his shirt.

“Hm?”

“When you shot the siren, you covered my eyes, why?”

I could feel him inhale and hold, the exhale fueling his words.

“I wasn’t about to let ya see the matter get blown outta my skull, real or no. As long as you’re breathin’, I’m with ya. To the very end. Don’t ya think otherwise.”

I smiled then. A real smile. And buried my face deeper. There was no kiss. No big display of passion. We stood, comforted in each other's embrace. Things went a little easier after that. Hard, sure, men of fortune never have it easy, and the crew had many concerns about the siren event, but when those concerns were met with a long walk off a short pier they shut up quickly. Those bastards are blind anyhow. Soft eyes and lingering smiles mean little to the likes of them.

[gorestreetgoat]

Since yall liked my other art, have this screencap redraw that I gave up on bc I liked the way Silver looked like this🤤🤤

[ijustthinkevilunoisneat]

Imagine: Who you and your Dark Order S/O will be dressing up as for Halloween?

These might be gendered as far as characters go but they are all gender neutral. I also gave a couple of options so if you don't like one, you can imagine another. As well as this can easily be read as You x Your Dark Order bestie. Let your imagination run wild.

Evil Uno

Batman and Catwoman

Deadpool and Wolverine

Mario And Peach

John Silver

I know he is a massive Harry Potter fan but I steered away from HP because I find it personally difficult to support anything JK Rowling is connected to, still love Johnny tho.

Bert and Ernie

Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy

Kermit and Miss Piggy

Alex Reynolds

Jim and Pam

Cinderella and Prince Charming

Woody and Buzz

[madhatterbri]

John Silver Fics

[seaslugfanclub]

(Y/N): Ah- sorry, I thought I saw a wasp

Captain Hook: Do you love me too?

(Y/N): excuse me?

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*(Y/N), introducing the park to the Villains*: Here, right here, all your needs will be met—

Madam Mim: I’m hungry—

(Y/N): I N A M I N U T E !!

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Hans: My dad thinks I’m a joke too…

(Y/N): Yeah…well…. YOUR DADS RIGHT.

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(Y/N): You gotta calm down bro. Chill man, and smoke a joint

Frollo: (Y/N), I told you a long time ago to never fucking speak to me.

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Maleficent: Do you wish to kiss me?

(Y/N): Absolutely fucking kinda?

Maleficent: Tell me I’m beautiful first.

(Y/N): You’re beautiful

Maleficent: What is beautiful about me?

(Y/N): Um… how you’re able to turn into a giant dragon?

Maleficent:….. Okay slut, kiss me~

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*(Y/N), dreamily talking about John Silver*: Skinny guys are overrated, get yourself a fat fuck.

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(Y/N): Rat girl summer :)

Ratigan: I wish that I could understand you

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Gaston: Can I bother you for a second?

(Y/N): You always bother me, but go ahead

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*(Y/N) in Facilier’s room, after he convinced them to do a tarot reading*

Facilier: Since you’re playing alone, you’ll be pulling cards twice. Easy for you Geminis~

(Y/N): …How’d you know I was a Gemini?

* “Are you ready?” starts playing*

*(Y/N), yelling over the music*: wtf- I DID NOT TELL YOU MY BIRTHDAY???

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Hook: I have a headache

Peter Pan: It might be a tumor

Hook: YOU LITTLE SHIT ITS NOT A TUMOR, OKAY?!

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Cruella: :(

(Y/N): Are you ok? Did something happen?

Cruella: Oh darling, promise you won’t be mad at me~

Medusa: SHE JUST HIT ME WITH HER FUCKING CAR—

[worldsaparted]

hi!! your writing is so so good i read all your fics ^_^ !! could you write something for maybe a jealous make out session with johnny lawrence omg 🙈🙈 like reader was just talking with daniel normally and johnny sees and gets all jealous and possessive AHHSJFJDJ im going crazy for this man

1. i love this request, and 2. thank u so much for ur support, i appreciate it :) <3

Lab Partner - Johnny Lawrence

As Y/n walked out of the indoor hallways, she glanced to Daniel Larusso as he held the door open for her - shooting a friendly smile. “What do you say about tomorrow, study hall?” He asked, his voice soft - and a bit scratchy. He awaited an answer from the girl who walked beside him as they exited school.

“That sounds good.” She responded, nodding and sending a small wave to him as he handed her the paper work from today’s class.

“Bye, Y/n.” His voice was soft and she returned a small bye, under her breath before her view shifted from Daniel - to Johnny, a small glare across his face as he watched Daniel Larusso make his way off campus.

He was leaning against his own car, and seeing as it was extremely cold as Christmas neared, his car roof was on.

Johnny Lawrence kept his view on Daniel Larusso as his girlfriend walked over, making her way to him and his car.

She met him, her hand tapping his chest to gain his attention and he glanced down at her after she placed a casual kiss against his jawline as a way of greeting him. “Hey - ” He gestured to the tan boy. “What the hell was that?” He watched as Y/n sighed, getting into his car and he did the same now, his gaze set on her.

“What?” She asked, her voice soft as the many cars of students leaving the school passed by, slowly but surely emptying out the parking lot.

Getting into the car, Johnny Lawrence sighed as he started it up - watching his girlfriend set her backpack in the back as he began driving out as well. He was clearly annoyed, and she could tell - the way he drove, the way he didn’t shut up about the subject. “I told you, he’s my lab partner.” Y/n justified, watching Johnny scoff.

“I’ve got a lab partner too, you don’t see me talking to her like that.” He sassed, parking his car in front of the small diner he sometimes took her too after school that was just around the corner.

“Well, he’s a good lab partner, Johnny. Knows how to do a lot.” Of course she was playfully egging him on, but with his temper - Johnny rolled his eyes - turning the ignition of his car off, holding his keys in his hand as he glanced over to Y/n - a small smile across her face.

“You’ve got to be joking.” He spoke, his voice low and Y/n shrugged, watching as he squinted his eyes - “Y/n.” He started, “I’ll take you home right now.” He threatened, and he carefully watched her before her soft smile widened.

She attempted to place an innocent, gentle kiss upon his lips to assure him she was kidding, though at the feeling of her lips meeting his , Johnny immediately closed the space between them.

He undid her seatbelt for her, his lips against hers slowly turning the kiss from slow and careful to rough and needy kisses.

His right hand was gripping her neck, and his left on her cheek as he held her firmly, placing continuous kisses against her lips - clearly in need of this.

His kisses were usually passionate, but when they were this aggressive it told all. Johnny was angry, but at the same time - he loved reminding her.

“What’d I tell you about Larusso?” He spoke against her lips, and as she attempted to pull away and respond, Johnny shook his head. “Shut up.” He mumbled, immediately placing his lips against hers again. This time, their parted lips met in a desperate, sloppy manner. Johnny gave himself an entrance to her mouth as he slipped his tongue in, perfectly exploring his girlfriend’s mouth.

Slowly, his hand reached into the inside of Y/n’a shirt, caressing her back and earning soft sighs in content as she nodded into the kiss. Now, Johnny was feeling a lot better. He smiled into the kiss, his eyes fluttering open as he spoke up, pulling away just an inch, leaning over her now. “Does he know how to do that?” He asked, his tone confident and almost playful - but Y/n knew he meant that question with everything in him.

This time, he waited for an answer, his eyebrow quirking a bit as he panted a little, hovering her. “Huh?” He searched her eyes, and Y/n’s lips curved into a small smile.

She took her hand to run it through his blonde, soft hair, and without any words - she answered by shaking her head. At this, Johnny Lawrence bit his lip, nodding and quickly removing his Cobra Jacket, throwing it to the back seat. He quickly leaned in once again, now moving forward and leaning her seat back to gain more comfort. His lips clashed against hers as if he was hungry, and he bit her bottom lip in the midst of their kiss, groaning a little in pleasure at the feeling of her hands roaming his chest, and ending up around his neck.

“I’ll do all your lab work.” He murmured against her lips again, his hands traveling up to her cup her face. He grabbed her, and held her in place as he continued to kiss her roughly, earning smiles against the kiss from Y/n. “You’ll never have to talk to him again, I promise you.” Those were the last words before Johnny continued to focus on kissing her, his thumbs rubbing against her jawline.

The sloppy kisses continued, Y/n allowed herself to pull him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck and she nodded against the kiss, her top lip in between both of his as he lightly sucked on it. His lips slowly left her swollen ones to run against her jawline, and his hands moved to rest inside her shirt, around her waist.

He lightly sucked at her skin as he moved down to her neck, and then to her chest. He earned small murmurs of pleasure from Y/n, and at that - he was completely fine. Could Daniel Larusso make her feel like this? Johnny Lawrence bit his lip before he took one hand out of her shirt, nodding and running it through her hair. “Yeah, that’s it.” He whispered, his lips against her ear before he placed soft, wet kisses against it, traveling down and back to her neck, then her lips.

Johnny Lawrence was in his own seventh heaven. Growing more and more pleased with each kiss. Thankfully, these windows were tinted. He took it to himself to remove Y/n’s jacket and he let out a low groan at the feeling of Y/n biting his lip, slowly tugging on it before pulling away and allowing him to remove her long sleeve as well. Johnny’s kisses were now on the skin above her bra - he knew she was allowing him to get this far in public because he had recently tinted his car windows and because of their circumstances today.

To make him feel better, to let him know that she truly was only his.

So of course, at the sight of her like this - he melted. Not just because she was beautiful but because he loved the ways she assured him that she was his. She took his chin, pulling him up to kiss his lips once again.

Johnny wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave this car, his pants grew tighter and he found himself fiddling with her bra - which was sadly where she stopped him. He leaned up, his hand rubbing her thigh as his eyes searched hers and she softly kissed him once more, her hands in his hair that had grown from combed to messy, and disheveled. “Let’s go home.” She spoke, and immediately Johnny nodded, placing a few more hunger induced kisses against her lips before sitting back in his seat, watching her throw her shirt back on.

If only he was her lab partner.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 17

John Gillman/Homelander + cock warming

Hes so cute in this gif, like omg...

Readers a silverfox, aka an older hot man, cuz you can’t tell me Homelander wouldn’t climb older men who gave him positive attention.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

The noise of typing on a keyboard could be heard throughout your office as you worked, the sleeves of your button-up rolled up to your elbows, your greying hair ruffled from its usually gelled hairstyle. You had been working nonstop for days at this point, only taking breaks for short naps or to refill your coffee cup when Ashley or other assistants weren’t around to do it for you.

You had worked for Vought for a long time, as long as Stan Edgar, though you hadn’t felt the need to be the CEO as you weren’t cruel enough for that role. So, you easily gave it up for Stan and took a lower, but still very high rank in the company. Your role involved many things, but one of them happened to be dealing with Homelander, or John as you called him behind doors, as he had always been drawn to you from day one.

You had met him for the first time when he started as Homelander, as you weren’t too involved with the whole creation of supes, as you liked having plausible deniability. Of course, you knew it happened and how it worked, you weren’t on even foot with Stan Edgar for so long and not know, but really, he seemed to gain more joy from it than you, so you let him keep it.

But back to the present, you leaned back into your seat with a sigh, running a hand over your face and massaging at the ugly wrinkle that always appeared on your face as you worked. A small moan could be heard between your legs as you changed your position, the person between them shuffling forwards to take you fully between his lips once again.

Looking down, your eyes met the sight of your sweet boy, Homelander, his eyelashes resting beautifully against his cheekbones as he held you between his lips. As you ran your hand through his tussled hair, he seemed to sigh and become even more relaxed, his tongue limp against the bottom side of your soft length.

He was so well behaved, always aching for your attention and praise. When Homelander first started out he had been softer and more anxious, but as time passed he had become quite egotistical and bratty, but you were always able to keep him on a tight leash when it was just the two of you, as he seemed to ache so deeply for your attention.

His eyes fluttered open as you brushed your thumb over his cheek, his pupils blown so wide they almost swallowed up the blue in his eyes. He looked almost drunk as he let his head fall to rest against your thigh, his mouth still securely wrapped around you. As if testing his luck, John gave a soft almost hesitant suck as he looked up at you, his glazed expression sharpening enough to see if you had any negative reaction to his behaviour.

Normally you’d have scolded him for acting against your orders, as you had told him to just warm you as you worked, but you were technically taking a break from your reports, and he had behaved so well. “It’s okay baby” you mumbled, caressing the side of his head before you ran it through his hair in an almost affectionate move.

You could visibly see him shudder as you finally allowed him to move, his head slowly bopping up and down as John finally allowed himself to start to suck and swallow around you, rubbing his tongue against the underside of your cock as he pulled his head up, swirling it around the tip, before swallowing it all the way down again.

“Such a good boy” you praise in your tired voice, watching as he seemed to twitch and shiver at your praise and affection, your touch only seeming to fuel him further as he moved his head faster, his hands coming up to grip your thighs to give him more leverage to swallow you down to the root. His throat fluttered around you, and you could see tears well up in his eyes as he gave a soft gag, though it didn’t seem to be slowing him down.

Even as the most powerful member of the Seven, John still found his gag reflex acting up every now and then as he sloppily moved through the motions, tiny huffs and whines leaving him like a pup begging for love and attention.

You felt your head drop back against the seat as you could feel your limit approaching, you weren’t as young as you used to be, and you knew it would be your only orgasm of the night. Years ago, you might have been able to get hard multiple times during one night, but age seemed to do that to a person, not that John seemed to mind at all, in reality he only seemed to become more drawn to you the older you got. When you had started commenting about colouring your hair because of the grey appearing in it, he had almost burst into tears, so you kept it.

John let out a louder sloppier moan as you spilled against the back of his throat and against his hungry tongue, letting him savour the taste for as long as he wanted. After a while you had to softly push his head back though, patting his shoulder to get him up and into your lap, as your back had started complaining about lifting him and carrying him around the past few years.

John let out a satisfied sigh as he cuddled against you, pressing his face into your neck and nuzzling against you like an affectionate cat, almost purring as you rubbed his back and muttered half formed words of praise and affection. You would let him float in your arms for a while you decided as you rolled your chair back towards your desk, at least until your legs lost circulation from his weight on top of you. In the meantime you could start working on tomorrows paperwork.

[lootsofathousandsworld]

There is so little Long John Silver hc’s I just want a cute moment with him getting some cuddles!

I know right?? I find this illegal there aren't any headcanons of him!

lol alright lets see what I have for him ;3

Also so sorry this took me long to answer! D'8

John Silver x Reader Cuddling

🏴‍☠️ He has a way of being expert on good cuddling. Once you snuggle with him you never want to be out of his arms.💖

🏴‍☠️ His warm embrace comfort you whenever you had hard days. And he will not hesitate to say yes if you need some cuddling moment with him.

🏴‍☠️You two make your cuddling a secret from his pirate crew but if they found out Silver will threaten them to keep it a secret while protecting you.

🏴‍☠️ He'll always make sure you were resting on his right arm. he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable with his robotic arm.

🏴‍☠️ As you are resting on his chest the best moment for you is you can hear his soft heartbeat and calm breath. It was like your lullaby and sometimes you fell asleep without meaning to.

🏴‍☠️ And the best part about cuddling with him is once a while you two have a nice hot drinks or a small snacks to eat that he made.

🏴‍☠️Sometimes you two will have a quiet moment after a long day but if you yearn to for his story Silver would tell you amazing tales about his adventures as you two snuggle close.

[gorestreetgoat]

Screencap redraw of my husband!!!

[starzwithapen]

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JOHN DORY / READER ☆ DUET?

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☆summary: Brozone happens to play on the radio, and JD's appalled to find out you're not a fan

☆content: reader is not a pop-troll, reader is gender neutral, lowkey crackfic lmao, established relationship

☆a/n: Silver wrote this one!! And okay we KNOW realistically JD would tell his partner about being in brozone but for the sake of the comedic factor in the fic he's hiding it shshsshshhsbshshsh

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You'd been sitting in the driver's seat, driving Rhonda around [a rare occurrence, but JD indulged you just this once] while John Dory stirred his sugar into his mug, handing you yours with a kiss to your cheek. You nod at him gratefully, looking down at the buttons spread across in front of you, one of them particularly sticking out to you.

“Woah, wait, I didn't know Rhonda had a radio.”

John Dory leans against the back of your seat, arms wrapped around you from behind, “ehh, I don't use it often in case it scares off all the animals.”

He pokes your arm playfully, eyes glancing out the window, “we're pretty far out, though, should be fine to listen to some tunes.”

You insert a random channel number, turning the volume upwards. This one seems to be a host speaking about the weather, so you switch to the next- sounds like a cheesy pop song of some kind, probably a boy band. You snort at the lyrics- you didn't know anyone could fit that many synonyms of “girl” into one song.

You switch onto the next channel without catching John Dory's wide, shit-eating grin, and the immediate way his face practically crumples apart, “wuh- hey, what's wrong with that last song? It was really good.”

“Okay, I know you're a pop-troll,” you start, trying to find a channel with your preferred music, “but you have to remember I'm not. That stuff hurts my ears.”

John Dory leans backwards, arms crossing around his chest, “Okay, yeah, you don't like pop music, but why that song specifically? I was really jamming out to it, y'know.” He makes that smug smile of his that normally has your cheeks heating, “guy's a lyrical genius if you ask me.”

You stare at him, unimpressed, because he's got to be joking if he thinks that song has deep lyrics.

“JD, he just rhymed baby with baby. Three times in a row. Within the same chorus.”

“Hey, it's hard to think of rhymes that don't throw off the choreo, okay?” He points an accusing finger in your direction before pausing, forcing a nonchalant pose and pursing his lips, “Or- uh, or so I've heard.”

“Yeah, yeah, that's what you pop-trolls always say. I think that guy just needs to pick up a dictionary every once in a while.”

You don't actually care about the song that much, but seeing John Dory get this riled up over it is funny enough for you to go further,

“I bet you I could write a better song by the end of the week than that guy has his whole career.”

John Dory's grin turns wolfish, and oh boy, you should've known better than to try and challenge him, even jokingly,

“Oh you bet, do you? We'll see about that.”

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This whole thing was going. Uh. Badly.

Your conversation had escalated into another one of your bets, which you surprisingly lose more often than not, most likely because you bite off more than you can chew. John Dory's unfortunately very aware of this, and throws you bait whenever he can. This time was no different. Winner gets one request for the loser.

You are not a song-writer by any means. You're a troll, yes, trolls sing and dance! But you don't write songs! The most experience you have with rhyming is a shitty poem you made as a teenager that never saw the light of day.

You'd started with listening to more of Brozone's music, and okay, you have to admit, some of their songs were actually really good okay. You'd caught yourself humming them more than once throughout the day, and John Dory always gives you that smug look from your peripherals before leaning in to kiss you senseless. He knew you were coming around to them and it was humiliating, and he was also concerningly elated by it.

While listening you've come to realise the lead singer sounds oddly similar to John Dory, just with a higher pitch and none of that raspiness. Like, freakishly similar. It's had you thinking John Dory's calling for you when he's just sound asleep, and the fact you misheard Brozone's “baby” or “honey” as JD is frankly embarrassing.

You groan and slump against the couch, the pen tumbling out your hand and clattering onto the ground below. Okay, you had to admit, this was really difficult. You were suddenly gaining so much more respect for boy bands.

You'd wanted to use this ridiculous bet as an opportunity to show off, or…even bring you and JD closer together- you know how important music is to him, so getting to write him a love song under the guise of a bet? It's a perfect chance handed to you on a silver platter!

But you just can't seem to think of the words- it's already been a week and so far you've written, what? 4 verses? And they all sucked. You wanted it to mean something- you wanted it to sound poetic and elegant and meaningful all at once, unlike those silly songs on the radio, but it just wouldn't work out!

You muffle a frustrated shout into your hands, pulling them away from your face when you hear footsteps, looking up to see John Dory towering over you.

“You give up yet?” His smile is adorable infuriating to look at, so you cast your gaze aside, huffing and grabbing your pen off the floor.

“No, ‘course not.”

He hums, patient for you to admit defeat, trying to take a peek at your notebook from up above, though you're not too worried since he can't read upside down [or at all, you've come to suspect].

“Okay, fine, I give up. You win.”

John Dory lets out a ‘whoop!’ and throws a fist upwards in celebration, smile so wide you're afraid he'll split his face apart.

You sigh, “Okay, hit me with it, I'm doing the dishes for a full week? Scrubbing Rhonda's windows?”

“Sing a duet with me.”

“This is so unfair, you know I hate doing the dishes- wait- huh?”

John Dory looks at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, holding his palm out for you to take, “Sing a duet with me. C'mon, don't think I haven't seen you swaying to my- uh, ahem, Brozone's music the past few days.”

He recovers quickly from his slip-up, tugging you upwards once you take his hand. He carefully starts up his record player, and you're surprised to find you recognise the song immediately, since it'd become a favourite of yours this past week.

“You know this one?” JD grins in your direction, one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm, “think I've heard you hum it a few too many times during breakfast.”

The song starts off slow, as does your dancing, the both of you simply swaying together- you don't exactly…dance often, so your movements are clumsy while his are self-assured.

The lyrics are cheesy, all about young teenage love, but…they make you feel giddy, your steps becoming lighter, your heart fluttering about. And, well, the song may not have deep mind-blowing lyrics, but you think that's the point of it. It's just meant to be fun, have your blood pumping and your heart soaring.

“We're grown adults, this song is for highschoolers.” You say, though your smile is fonder this time. John Dory chuckles and spins you around in his arms, making your head spin in more ways than one, your feet tripping up over his, “C’mon, live a little! Who says we can't be young and free in our mid-thirties?”

You stumble in place, trying to blink the dizziness out your eyes.

“JD, I'm gonna knock you out.” You try your best to grumble, but it only comes out flustered with how hot your cheeks are.

He smirks, twirling you around, “You've already knocked me-” his foot slides under yours, and you fall down into his arms with a yelp as he catches you in a perfect dip- “off my feet.”

Just before you can spew another insult at him for catching you off-gaurd like this, he leans in to kiss you, lips melding against yours sweetly. You melt into it, his arms secured around you so you don't fall, the music fading into background noise in your mind. You know your voice will be hoarse from singing and your muscles sore from dancing by the end of the night, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Would be superr cool if you left feedback if you enjoyed it's super helpful and much appreciated ! this guy is so cringefail I NEED HIM. -silver

[karatekels]

KarateKels Story Masterlist

Hi everyone! I’ve decided to (finally) get my act together and make a masterlist post for all the requests/stories I’ve done so far. I’m going first by character, then adding Dark Desires October and TIGmas posts for if you’re looking for a ~vibe~. Links that have a * indicate the presence of smut, for if you just want to get to the good stuff! 😉

(I'll be going through these posts and updating them slowly when I can't bring myself to write, so if you see anything that needs fixing or you want to suggest ways to make this... less of a clusterfuck, please feel free to let me know!)

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Currently Writing:

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1. Cold Outside (a Jack Blaylock x Reader fic for TIGmas #12 - sorry for taking FOREVER, @babylonianqueenie; I'm really struggling to make this good!)

2. Solar Flare (a Jan Valek x OC fic)

Note: I am taking requests, but seeing that some of them are around a year old at this point, note that it may be awhile! I'm not planning on starting any of my own projects or theme-months until I clear out most of what I have, and thank you all for your patience!

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Terry Silver:

Silver Seduction: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3* | Part 4* | Part 5* | Part 6*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is the older sister of Jessica Andrews and has taken it upon herself to make sure young Daniel LaRusso stays safe after Jessica returns to Ohio. This includes accompanying him to seek out the training offered by Sensei Terry Silver and learning a few moves yourself from the handsome older man. When his true intentions are discovered, you completely cut him off, but he isn’t willing to let you go so easily. (Reader is in her 20s)

Chef’s Kiss: Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is dragged to a charity event by her parents where she meets Terry Silver. They discover that they have a mutual acquaintance, Daniel LaRusso, and Reader joins Danny at the dojo as she grows closer to Terry. Wanting to surprise him one day, she catches Terry relishing Daniel’s torture – now Terry has to make her see reason. (Reader is in her 20s)

Deluge: Part 1

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You get stranded in the rain trying to make your way to Terry’s place for Valentine’s Day, but Terry comes to your rescue, professing his love for you and taking you to his home where you belong.

An Honest Man: Part 1 | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You meet Terry at a party and aren’t impressed by his smarmy exterior, making him determined to win you over. Colluding with your easily wooed coworker, he talks you into a date and slowly seduces his way past your timid, untrusting nature.

Payment Plan: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader sees Terry training in the Cobra Kai dojo while on her way to work and develops a crush on him. They finally meet face-to-face and Terry invites her inside for a free lesson.

Bath Toy: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry takes a business call while playing with you in the bath but is interrupted by you not being able to keep quiet. To make up for the inconvenience, you let him use you underwater while he goes about his business.

Cat & Mouse: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is a rising star at Dynatox and has caught the eye of the boss himself. Despite being the Terry Silver, however, you adamantly reject his advances, forcing him to take more drastic measures to help you see reason. The two of you engage in a game of cat and mouse that culminates the night of a gala celebrating Dynatox’s successes.

Discipline Training: Part 1* | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry comes home early from a work trip and catches you touching yourself without his permission. He decides to punish train you in the third 'D': Discipline.

All's Fair: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader has been dating Terry for awhile, and he's been patient. When she surprises him with a date at their local funfair, he thinks she'll be willing to finally make their relationship physical. At the top of the ferris wheel, he makes his move. Dubcon.

Unjust Reward:Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Daniel warns Reader that Terry is nothing but trouble, and she tries to avoid him, but when she's being chased by a group of men she turns to Terry's dojo for help. He swoops in to save the day, but it turns out he was just saving her for himself. Non-con.

Clear as Mud: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You’ve tried to get Terry to open up about his time in Vietnam on more than one occasion, and while he’s been doing his best to help you understand, he ultimately decides that the best way to help you is to put you through something similar, hunting you in the middle of a forest at sunset.

What You Do To Me: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You and Terry have been together for quite awhile now and he is crazy about you. Before he can tell you that he loves you, he decides to test your loyalty by seeing how you respond to another man trying to seduce you at a gala. Once you pass his test with flying colours, he sneaks away with you to confess his love, and shows you just what it’s like to have his full devotion…

Turtle Doves: Part 1 | Part 2

(KK3 Cobra Husbands - Terry/Reader/John) It’s your first Christmas spent with both Terry and John, and everyone is nervous about what to give the others. While you’re confident in Terry’s (often overwhelming) love for both you and John, as well as your own feelings for both men, you’re still unsure of John’s feelings for you with the spirit of Betsy still a looming presence in everyone’s mind.

Songbird: Part 1*

(Terry through the ages) A series of snippets of Terry and his wife in the 90s, 00s and the present. Reader is a singer at the bar that Terry frequents as he hits rock bottom, and the two of you fall in love. Years later, the return of John Kreese into your husband’s live threatens to tear your marriage apart.

Lesson Learned: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is a student in Cobra Kai’s adult class and you and Sensei Silver are both clearly attracted to one another. After a month of teasing, Terry decides you’ve both waited long enough.

Strike First: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader and Sensei Silver have been eyeing each other during the dojo’s adult class for awhile now. While you never think it would escalate past flirting, Terry has had other plans, luring you to the dojo when no one is around so you two can get to know each other.

Prized Possession: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You accompany Terry to a charity event for the first time as a couple and he doesn’t appreciate the attention you receive from the other men in attendance. Upon returning home, he needs to make sure that you both know who you belong to.

As I Am: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You witness Terry and Daniel’s fight in Stingray’s apartment and desperately want him to lose control with you. Upon making you confess your desires, he gives you exactly what you need. Size kink.

A Better Offer: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) You are Daniel’s assistant at the dealership and a close family friend. When Terry drops by to gather information for his schemes, he decides to scoop you up and make Danny-Boy regret his mistreatment of you, giving you a dream opportunity: organizing the charity auction for Eva Garcia. The two of you develop feelings for one another as you work closely together, and as the events of the auction unfold, the tension between you reaches its boiling point.

Legacy: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry has fallen for the most promising student in his adult class, though she remains oblivious. Though he desperately wants to have her for himself, he fears rejection and settles for privately training her just to be close to her and build a legacy. Eventually, he runs out of things to teach her.

Fresh Start: Days 4 & 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Days 8 & 9* | Days 10 & 11 | Day 12-A | Day 12-B | Day 13-A* | Day 13-B* | Day 13-C | Day 14-A* | Day 14-B | Day 14-C

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is visiting LA for a few weeks and accidentally wanders onto the estate of Terry Silver, who immediately falls hard for the young woman. With only a few days to convince her to stay with him, he knows he has to pull out all the stops.

Scream for Me: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the "Fresh Start" universe! Reader makes the mistake of telling Terry that she can't believe he was ever scary, and certainly isn't that way now. Terry decides to teach her a lesson, hunting her in their own home until she admits that he is still very much something to be feared.

Wrapped in Red: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the “Fresh Start” universe! You and Terry are invited to a Christmas Eve charity gala by your rival for Terry’s affections, and you’re sick of having to endure her flirting with your man. Surprisingly, Victor has an idea that will make it certain who Terry Silver belongs to.

Eye of the Storm: Part 1* | To be continued…

(CK Terry x Reader) Trapped at the airport on Christmas Eve, Terry grows tired of seeing everyone around him with their families and loved ones, and impulsively decides to start a family of his own. Today. He sets his sights on you to get the job done, with you being none the wiser.

Guided Meditation: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry is fed up with your attitude lately, and decides to help you learn how to channel your pent up frustrations through more enjoyable pursuits... for him, anyway.

Party Favours: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You really don't want your birthday to be a big deal, but Terry is determined to strike the perfect balance, finding just the right way to spoil you...

Reunion: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |To be continued...

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the "Fresh Start" universe! You return to Terry weeks after your initial departure to begin your life together.

The Steadfast Tin Soldier: Part 1*

(Twig Terry x Reader) Terry returns from Vietnam on Christmas Eve, and you are the first and only person he wants to see. After years without so much as a letter, you two try to get to know each other once again.

Cash Ewing (Black Friday/The Kidnapping):

Disorderly Conduct: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4* | Part 5 | Part 6

A dark, tragic fic. Reader is a cop who has been working at the same precinct as Cash for awhile, and gets the vibe that something is... off. Trusting her instinct, she follows him to an abandoned building one day and catches him in the act. Unfortunately, he also catches her, and keeps her as a hostage while he tries to figure out his next move. (Takes place before events of the movie)

Person of Interest: Part 1*

You and a friend attend your precinct's Christmas party; the first time you'll be seeing your coworkers since you went undercover almost a year ago. Rather than the happy reunion with your partner and friend Cash, he seems anything but happy to see you. Locked in the basement together, you call Cash out on his BS and finally confront him about his feelings and your own.

Jan Valek (Vampires):

Heirloom: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6*

An enemies to lovers fic with Jan Valek. Reader is Jack Crow's daughter and a vamp-hunter-in-training. When Valek attacks the old Catholic school where the Black Cross of Berziers is kept and discovers his nemesis’s daughter, he kidnaps her in hopes of using her to lure him out but finds himself falling for her instead.

Saturnalia: Part 1*

Valek catches your scent on the wind and plans to feed on you, but after a single conversation with you can’t bring himself to commit such an act. Instead, he plans to find you at your friend's Winter Solstice Masquerade to be close to you, even just for the night.

Solar Flare: Part 1 | In Progress...

As vampires become a growing problem and the number of Slayers dwindles, the Catholic Church decides to perform another ‘miracle’, attempting to create a weapon that will be able to find the despicable creatures in any and all shadows that they may hide. Similarly to the botched exorcism of Jan Valek, the experimental ceremony that Rose Hanlon undergoes doesn’t go exactly as intended, and she escapes the city with a set of abilities she doesn’t even understand.

Gus Travis (Black Point):

In Deep Water: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

A dark non-con with Gus Travis. Reader is an undercover cop who has gotten in with Gus's gang to get the dirt on him and Malcolm’s crime ring. Gus gets wind of your deception and decides to punish you - for lying, for making him fall for you, for everything.

Terry McCain (Excessive Force):

Yule-Tied: Part 1* | To be continued…

You manage to get Terry to swear off work for a whole week to come with you to visit your family in New York City for the holidays. He has (unsurprisingly) charmed his way into everyone’s good books, so you decide to reward him with an early Christmas present when you get back to your hotel room the night before Christmas Eve.

Jack Blaylock (Ulterior Motives):

Coming soon…

The TIGverse (stories with more than one TIG character):

The NSFW Alphabet: Part 1* | Part 2*

A character study for both KK3 Terry and CK Terry. (I want to do more requests like these, so feel free to send in requests for my thoughts/opinions rather than full on stories if you want!)

A Tale of Two Terrys: Part 1* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader x CK Terry) You and your husband (CK Terry) are somehow joined in bed by his younger self, who had been wondering how his future would turn out. Initially protective, your husband talks you into letting his younger self have his way with you before joining in himself.

Mediation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6* | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9* | To be continued…

(Terry McCain x Reader x Cash Ewing) You are assigned as Terry McCain’s new partner after his previous partner – Cash Ewing – goes to prison for the crimes he has committed. Cash returns to Chicago years later, after his release and rehabilitation, and while he can’t be a cop anymore, he wants to make amends to those he has disappointed with his actions, most of all his former close friend Terry. Terry isn’t receptive to Cash’s attempts at reconciliation, and warns you to stay away from him, having grown very protective of his “work wife.” But you find something of a kindred spirit in Cash and want to help him get a second chance at life, deciding to do what you can to support the man and bring the two friends back together.

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Themes/Challenges

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Dark Desires October 2023:

Unjust Reward Disorderly Conduct Heirloom Scream for Me All's Fair In Deep Water

TIGmas 2023:

Person of Interest Saturnalia Clear as Mud Eye of the Storm The Steadfast Tin Soldier Wrapped in Red Yule-Tied What You Do To Me Mediation Guided Meditation Turtle Doves (Cobra Husbands) It’s Cold Outside (Jack Blaylock) Coming Soon...

Fresh Start Universe:

Fresh Start Scream for Me Wrapped in Red Reunion In progress More coming for Fresh Start February!

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AMAs (ask me anything):

Just in case you are, for some reason, interested in asking me about things or reading about what other people have asked me! (These are fun and I'm happy to answer pretty much any question you feel like asking!)

AMA1 | AMA2 |

[lootsofathousandsworld]

Ooh I really liked your latest Flint and Long John headcanon!😁

Could you do one of Flint and Long John with reader where either they or reader aren’t morning people and they’re trying to get them out of bed?

Have a nice day!

nawww I'm glad you liked it! :D 💖

Alright lets see what I had in store for this headcanon ;3

John Silver

🏴‍☠️ Silver is usually the morning person lol. He tends to like waking up early to get a morning start.

🏴‍☠️ You on the other hand weren't. Whenever he gets up you tend to go to his spot for warm and scent. While curl up in a blanket.

🏴‍☠️ Usually he lets you sleeps in since he understands you need some beauty sleep.

🏴‍☠️But when he wants to wake you up oooh boy he has his own ways of making it happen. ;3

🏴‍☠️Before he use his secret weapon, he'll give a sweet morning kiss and use his large good hand to gently caress your face, while whisper quietly its time wake up.

🏴‍☠️ but if that didn't work. Time for his secret weapon. >;) Cooking your favorite breakfast will be a way to get you out of the bed without hesitate. How could you not resist on his delicious meals? He makes the best food! XD

Flint:

🏴‍☠️ While you are the morning person, your captain isn't. lol

🏴‍☠️ The reason is one he's has a terrible insomnia. Staying up late working or paranoid about his treasures being stolen. Most of the time you convinced him to sleep with you on nights.

🏴‍☠️Also he has a little secret that he enjoys cuddling. You find yourself waken up in mornings with him wrapping his arms around you, holding you close enough that you hear him breathing calmly.

🏴‍☠️ It'll take you a while to get yourself out of the bed. lol. He's like a cat that makes decisions if your free to go or not. 😆

🏴‍☠️Saying you need to use a restroom would do. And after that you let him sleep for a couple hours.

🏴‍☠️ You really didn't want him to be cranky towards the crew. So you let him wake up whenever on his own. But he insist on have you stay with him and wait until B.E.N bring breakfast with coffee or tea.

[soph-v]

I love Fleetwood mac and love this song so thought I’d write about it. This is my first piece of writing so please don’t judge!! Anyway I hope you like it ♡

It was awkward. Really awkward, but you were in a band together so of course it was.

You and your band mates were waiting behind the curtain, you could hear the muffled excitement from the crowd and introduction by the host. Your hands hung by your side, twirling the long piece of black fabric you had dressed in earlier.

Your eyes faced forward as you tried to ignore him standing to your side, hands sitting idly on his guitar. It had been a year of arguing and frostiness with him before finally deciding to break it off. It hurt you both but it was for the best, you could now both be happy and still be in the band.. or so you thought. It was meant to be okay. You’d both taken a few months off to cool down and still the ice wasn’t melting. You just wanted to be back to friends, back to the old banter and heart eyes across the room but you knew that wasn’t possible. He had a new girlfriend now..

You break out of your thoughts just as the curtain opens to reveal the five of you in your places. You stood at the front, two of your band mates behind you and the other two on either side of you. You feel the music through the floor before it hits your ears, taking advantage of the moment to take a deep breath. You step closer to the mic, hands reaching up to grip it. You let the lyrics slide from your brain to your lips, having memorised it from playing it so often. Your eyes close as memory’s flood your brain.

“You could be my silver spring”

You and him talking back and forth about lyrics in your shared apartment. His hair messy and slept on, still in pyjamas as you let the early sun filter in through the windows.

“Blue-green colours flashing”

His birthday party, smile bright and eyes full of delight as he opens your gift. A new guitar, blue and green swirls cover the expanse of it. His eyes blow wide with delight.

“I would be your only dream. Your shining autumn ocean crashing”

Your laying on the sand outside of your holiday house. Chess game sitting on the side forgotten as you bask in the sun. His hand in yours as you point out the shapes in the clouds. It’s late autumn but the sun still heats your skin as the ocean calms your brain. The comfort is forgotten as a phone rings, he reaches into his pocket. He walks away, bliss forgot as he turns his back to you.

“And did you say she was pretty? And did you say that she loves you? Baby, I don’t wanna know”

After a gig, waiting at the car. Cigarette in hand as you watch him from afar. He’s been distant. You see his smile brighten as he indulges the fan girls twirling their hair and flashing their puppy eyes. You turn away.

“I’ll begin not to love you, turn around see me running. I say I loved you years ago, tell myself you never loved me, no”

Sitting in the bed, moon casting shadows across the room. You’ve waited and waited, it’s been all night. The dinner sits cold on the counter in the kitchen, wine bottle opened and untouched. The tv blares as it shatters light across your face. You think of the promises he’d made, the promise of forever, of marriage and children. You think of the late nights spent telling secrets and thinking up lyrics. You realise the waste and lies.

You close your eyes tight, ignore the crowd. Try to wipe him from your memory. From you.

You turn, unable to resist. You look at his face, eyes turned to his guitar in shame. You feel the anger bubble up, seeing his new girlfriend jump up and down. The same one you had caught him with. The same one he had left you for.

You feel the lyrics deep in your body. Ears filled with the harmony of instruments, his voice cutting through like a melodic knife straight to your chest. You turn to see his face, wanting to catch his eye, Wanting him to feel shame and horror for what he had done.

You feel the music quieten slightly as he takes his solo. The guitar rhythm seeming to ripple through him, eyes cast downwards as his hands work with skill against the guitars strings. The blue and green firework design bursting out at everyone, reminding you of the intimate moments you shared.

“Time cast its spell on you but you won’t forget me. I know I could have loved you but you would not let me.”

You let the lyrics burst through your body, taking your heart as hostage as your emotions flow freely. You feel a tear come to your eye as you turn to face him.

His face is no longer hidden as he sings into the mic, eyes blazing ahead shame burning through. The gravel of his voice burns through your body, sparks firing up, fire catching your bones.

Your body turns toward him, legs taking shaky steps, hands leaning on the mic stand. Your voice becomes forceful as fire flares in your eyes.

“I’ll follow you down ‘till the sound of my voice will haunt you”

Breath becomes heavy as you lean forward, hair swaying. Your eyes bore into his, hate and mutual love create a string.

His gaze pours into yours, eyes full of infatuation. The whine of obsession layers his voice, thick against the mic. The warmth beating off his body wanting to welcome you back into the once comforting home. His body begs to worship you, eyes admiring the disdain apparent on your face.

Your eyes ignore his petulant whines of adoration. Lips speaking spells of loathing and distaste. Venom splatters from your tongue, bile rising high in your throat. Angst falls from your eyes, hostility radiating from your body. Bitterness and resent make your hands shake against the mic stand, form stiff with malice. Disgust and jealousy falls in shadows across your face, his girl friend now quieting from embarrassment in the crowds. She retreats, eyes full of sorrow and surprise, muscles tight with tension at the realisation of his past.

You harmonised into the mic, feelings taking over. Your body radiates history as you sing at him, the duet making the crowd gasp and gape at the show. He seemingly all but groans into the mic, overheated lips brushing against the cool metal, sweat creating droplets on his upper lip. The passion clear on his face as his voice croons and hums into the mic stand, gruff voice caressing your body.

You feel your chest restrict, voice grinding and scratching its way through your throat. His strangled melody grates against your ears, rough straining growls tunnelling through your ear canal. Your silvery, sweet voice dwells in his body, lying down in his soul. Her clear, pleasing voice crashing against his guttural tune carving its way through his throat.

You let your body push you closer, dress flowing at your legs. The mic stand drags at the floor, anger and past arguments seeming to age you both a million years. The closer you are the more you want to be, body craving his rough obsession. Your voice gets angrier and angrier, the lyrics curling up into your stomach and making a home. Your head pounding with lost anxiety as you stare your past lover in the eyes.

The drums resonate, banging into your bones and muscle. Piano twisting itself into your hair. Your voice intertwines with his, bonding to your heart and soul.

“Never get away, never get away, never get away ”

You let the band sing, heart pumping fast as you let free, All your feelings coming to a crest inside of you before flooding out like a giant sea.

You finish the song off, mind roaring and heart racing. Your head hangs low as you wean off the last notes. breath is heavy as your hair falls into your face. Thanking the hosts and audience before promptly leaving the stage, long dress flowing after you. You don’t wait for the band before hailing a taxi and making your way back home, mind racing.

You know this is the end, the end of the band. that you won’t sing with them again and you won’t ever see him again. But you find yourself relieved, heart growing light at the thought of freedom, brain going quiet with the idea of his face becoming a distant memory. Maybe it’s what’s best…

This is my first time writing officially so please don’t judge me too bad though helpful criticism is always appreciated. I tried my best but I didn’t proofread it lol and it was written at around midnight 😅 also I’m Still a student! I hope I did the song and performance justice thought I probably didn’t lol. I tried to make it so you could self insert any character you’d like as I don’t know who my target audience would be. Anyway I hope you liked it, please give your thoughts and if you have any requests I’d be happy to do them :) ♡