#the flintbones

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[bisexualpirateheart]

Billy/Flint - Who’s Billy

(For Black Sails RarePair Appreciation Week)

“What?” Flint asks for the third time when Billy’s no more than grunted in response to the last few things Flint’s said. “What is it?”

“Who’s Billy?” Billy repeats flatly.

“Is that all?” Flint starts to say.

“I needn’t remind you, captain,” Billy near sneers the word, causing Flint to grin at him. “That you’re perfectly capable of remembering who I am when it suits your convenience.”

The grin fades from Flint’s face. “I’d advise you to tread carefully, Mr. Bones.”

“Oh?” Billy leans in, “What’re you going to do to me?” He glances downwards and then up at Flint. “I already know what you’d like me to do to you. I can see that for myself.”

Flint steps nearer to say something in response but just then Mr. Gates approaches and Billy turns away.

It isn’t till later that night when Flint’s frustrated with everything that he remembers Billy’s words and has Billy brought to his cabin.

“Captain.” Billy stands there, waiting.

“You were bold earlier.”

Billy wets his lips. “My apologies, captain. I…”

“No.” Flint cuts him off. “You were right. I was teasing you.” He looks at Billy carefully. “What made today any different?”

Billy shrugs. “It feels like you don’t think of me as a capable member your crew sometimes.”

“Doesn’t it?” Flint leans back in his chair. “Doesn’t what we do in this cabin prove that fact?”

“Why would that prove anything?” Billy asks in bewilderment.

“Who else do I trust enough to fuck me?” Flint practically snarls and then immediately falls silent. He’s been too honest. He should never have admitted that bit. Trust shouldn’t come into it. It doesn’t come into it. It’s not why he started this.

Billy’s eyes glint. “Who do you want to fuck you?”

“You, obviously,” Flint starts to say and then stops. He know what Billy wants to hear. “Billy.”

“I’m sorry, who?” Billy says innocently.

“William Bones, the finest bosun in Nassau.”

At that Billy grins. “And what do you want this fine pirate to do with you?”

Flint licks his lips. “I want to beg this fine pirate’s pardon, first by sucking his cock, and then when he’s had enough of that, I want him to fuck me.”

“Right then.” Billy murmurs. “You know what to do.”

Slowly Flint goes to his knees. The door’s unlocked. Anyone could walk in on him sucking Billy off. It would be disastrous but it’s not enough to make him go lock the door. He wants it like this, wants to be on his knees in front of Billy.

Billy, who’s he been proud of ever since he joined the Walrus crew. Billy, who’s one of the best members of his crew. Billy, who is the only man aboard he does trust to do this for. Even if he doesn’t want that to be a part of it, it’s still a part of it.

“What’re you waiting for?” Billy’s tone is lazy.

“Open your breeches.” Flint says, looking up at him.

Billy does, taking his time. There are time when he’s almost insolent with Flint and part of Flint is infuriated by it, and part of him is aroused by it.

That latter part is the one that wins. The one that sits back on his knees and would be perfectly satisfied to have Billy stroking his cock himself and only coming upon Flint’s face. That happened once. Flint still dreams about it.

It’s that part that Flint waiting there impatiently, watching as Billy slowly draws his cock out. Flint places his hands on Billy’s thighs, savoring the feel of his bare skin. He leans in, just inhaling Billy’s scene.

He mouths at Billy’s cock, lost in it. The length of Billy’s cock alone makes Flint harden. He’d remember Billy solely for that, but it’s not fair to the rest of Billy.

He shifts his legs a little further apart as he grows more aroused. Licking his way up Billy’s shaft, Flint lets his hands slip around to grasp Billy’s ass. Another perfect feature, in his private opinion. Taut and firm and perfect. Flint squeezes and Billy moans, hips bucking a little.

Flint grins as he finally slips the head between his lips. It’s not enough so he squeezes Billy’s ass again and Billy responds again, thrusting deeper.

Flint groans around his cock.

“Enough.” Billy says abruptly.

Flint looks up, surprised. It would be enough for him, almost, for this, for Billy to come in his mouth but one look at Billy’s face and he knows there’s more.

Billy presses him back on the desk. “I want you on your back, so you remember who’s fucking you.”

Heat floods Flint’s face.

Billy reaches for the oil in Flint’s open drawer and tosses it to him. “Go on.”

Flint leans back, pressing slicked fingers between his legs, working hurriedly as Billy watches in silence. Finally Flint stops and leans back, looking at him.

Still Billy waits.

For the first time Flint rolls his eyes. “Come on, Billy.”

“Spread your legs for me.” Billy commands.

Flint swallows, and then does as he’s told. Billy steps between his spread legs. He places a hand on Flint’s chest, and pushes lightly but firmly until Flint’s resting flat against the desk.

“Spread your arms, and grip the desk.” Billy tells him next.

Flint does that as well.

Only then does Billy look at his cock. He lets it press against his belly as he steps even closer and Flint sucks in a breath.

Billy presses the tip of his cock, against Flint’s readied hole, and waits.

“Billy, please.”

“Whose cock do you want?”

“Yours.”

“Who’s?”

“Billy’s.” Flint nearly shouts in frustration and then his hands grip the desk so tightly his knuckles go white as Billy thrusts into him. He bites his lip hard to keep from screaming Billy’s name over and over again, and he knows Billy knows this too, from the satisfied look in his eye.

The steady punishing rhythm of Billy’s cock has him panting it though. “Billy, Billy, Billy,” and finally Flint closes his eyes and Billy lets him.

Lost in the darkness, Flint’s world is narrowed to one single point, the solid satisfying heat of Billy’s cock inside him. There are no words for this desire inside him, this need, this pure fucking want to be touched like this. Each slide and thrust of flesh inside him is a balm to Flint’s soul. In the morning he will be the feared pirate known as Flint once more. For now he’s just allowed to be a man who wants to be fucked.

He opens his eyes and looks up at Billy. “Touch me.” He expects Billy to make him beg further.

But instead Billy just wraps a hand around his cock. One touch and Flint comes, cock jerking helplessly in Billy’s broad fist. Flint shudders and his body relaxes.

He looks up at Billy again, eyes lazy.

“Turn over.” Billy’s voice is soft.

Slowly Flint does that. His softening cock presses against the desk and he suppresses another groan. Billy pulls Flint’s hips back with one hand to meet his cock again and Flint can’t stop groaning then.

Billy reaches his other hand around in front of Flint’s face. “Clean it off.”

Flint stares at the hand in front of him, and then slowly starts licking his own come from Billy’s palm.

Billy pushes back inside him and Flint rocks forwards. Oh god this is both heaven and hell in one twist. He’s finished, his body is satisfied and yet, Billy’s still going and the smell of his come on Billy’s skin is driving Flint wild. He licks a stripe across Billy’s palm and feels Billy tremble slightly underneath his touch.

“Come inside me.” He pants. “I want you to come inside me.”

Billy pulls his hand away. He grips Flint by the hips and draws back slightly. “You’ve already come, what do you care?’

“Please.” Flint’s voice is ragged. “I want you to come inside me. I need it, Billy.”

He waits, gripping the desk.

Billy presses back in, and Flint sucks in a breath. Every steady thrust of Billy’s make his body tremble, his cock still quivering. And then then Billy shudders slightly, shooting inside of Flint with a groan.

Flint gasps. He can feel the come slipping out of him as he sits up. Billy’s just looking at him.

“Come here.” Flint says quietly.

Billy steps forward and Flint looks up at him, and then draws Billy down for a kiss. Flint feels Billy sigh against his lips and he knows this will have to end at some point. All things do. But for now, Flint’s in no hurry to do so.

“Thank you,” he murmurs before kissing Billy again

“Maybe next time you’ll remember who I am.” Billy mutters.

“I know exactly who you are.” Flint tells him, kissing him again. “And don’t you forget it.”

[magess]

Flintbones

Someone left some lovely comments on 4 year old Billy Bones/Captain Flint fics I wrote. And I didn’t even remember any of the lines or what really had happened in those stories.

Woo. I did some good work. So I thought I’d share them again.

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XVIII Coda - That Hollow Place

A moment between leaving Charleston and stopping at Tortuga when Flint grieves for what he has lost and Billy tries to hold the world together.

Tags: Grief/Mourning, episode: s02e10 XVIIICoda, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant   

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Not Him

A few days after leaving Charleston in ruins, the crew lands at Tortuga to resupply and fix the ship. Flint disappears into town, not having said a word to Billy about the conversation where he revealed his past. Billy finds him drunk in a tavern, and his grieving takes a new turn.

Tags: Drunkenness, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Bottom!Flint, Canon Compliant

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An Open Book

After leaving Tortuga, Flint unexpectedly tries to forge a friendship with Billy, but the events of Charleston still haunt him, and there is only so much Billy can do to assuage so much grief.

Tags: Frottage, Spooning, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant, Bottom!Flint

[flintsjohn]

part 3 of james flint’s most iconic Gay Moments™

(pt 1 / pt 2)

[donutcats]

I can’t believe my mom and I just had an argument because I ship silverflint and she thinks silver and billy bones are way better together

my mom and I are debating about ships what reality is this 

[thecroclord]

You could of just left it as bedrock or used flintbones maybe??

NO CONDOMS IN BEDROCK!!!! FLINTSTONES NO BIRTH CONTROL!!!!!!!!!! WOW

[bicyclecasino]

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[bisexualpirateheart]

"Are you fucking insane?!" and "Sorry, were you sleeping ?" for the prompt ask! Together or in two differents ficlets, do as you please :)

Here’s ‘Sorry, were you sleeping’ . Stay tuned for the first one at a later date! :)

                               “Sorry,were you sleeping?” 

Flint pushes the tent flap aside and gazes down at Billylying on the cot in the corner. He still can’t believe he’s alive, that he’s here.

Billy stirs and looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Captain?”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?” Flint says unnecessarily. He lets go of the flap and they’re alone in the tent.

Billy pushes himself to a sitting position. “It feels likeall I’ve done is sleep. I’ve slept enough.”

Flint nods. He knows that feeling, but he has to talk withBilly now while he has the chance.

“Something you wanted?” Billy asks when the silence growstoo much. He may not be sleepy but he’s still exhausted. Being back among thecrew is good, but he feels like he’s treading a familiar path blindfolded. Being alone with Flint, doubly so. 

“Why did you say that?”

“Say what?” Billy looks at him levelly. He knows what Flintis asking and he doesn’t want to think about it, doesn’t want to remember thatday, slipping from the side of the ship into the sea, the waves rushing overhim dark and deep, the long time in the water, feeling himself sink further andfurther, and then the sun glaring down upon his exposed body, relentless and cruel.

Billy shudders. He looks down, away from Flint’s gaze. Hethinks he sees a hint of concern there, but it can’t be true.

“You know what.” Flint prods.

“Silver pointed out it would be more advantageous for the crewto be unified now, rather than divided pointlessly.”  

Flint considers this. “And you just went along with him?”

“He had a point. And he seems to have gained an advantage himself in the crew.”Billy mutters. That rankles.

Flint tilts his head slightly. “Are you jealous?”

The question takes Billy by surprise. He doesn’t expectFlint to even be aware of him, let alone take notice of how he feels about a matter like this.

“Jealous.” He repeats. “Of Silver?”

“Yes.” Flint waits.

Billy swallows hoarsely. His throat hurts. He’s neveradmitted anything like before, especially not to the captain of all people. 

“Yes.”

Now he really can’t take Flint’s expression, so he reachesfor the water bucket sitting on the ground. Only his hand fumbles with theladle and it spills across the floor between them. Billy flushes, bending downto reach for it, only he collides with Flint who’s reaching for it at the sametime.

They bump heads and they both wince, moving back.

“Sorry.” Billy mutters.

Flint just shakes his head. He scoops the ladle into thebucket and brings it up full with water, offering it to Billy. “Here.”

“Thank you.” Billy takes the ladle without meeting his gaze.

Flint watches him drink. “You don’t have cause to bejealous.” He says at last.

“I know.” Billy drops the ladle into the bucket and wipeshis mouth. His head feels a little steadier.

“You do?”

“I’m lucky I’m still on your crew at all.” Billy says evenly.

He starts to stand up and Flint places a hand on his knee,causing him to freeze.

“That’s not what I mean.” Flint says just as evenly. “Imeant what I said earlier. When I said it was good to have you back.” He’slooking at Billy with a curious expression. “Silver is useful to have aboardthe Walrus, I won’t deny that.”

Billy starts to draw back. “I know.”

“No.” Flint says. “You don’t.” His hand tightens on Billy’s knee.“I’m beyond relieved that you’re alive, Billy.” His eyes are bright, almost asthough there’s some unspoken, restrained grief behind them, grief that Billy doesn’t understand.Why would Flint grieve for him?

“… lost so much.” Flint murmurs. He breaks off, gazingdown for a moment, a shadow fallowing across his face. And then he looks upinto Billy’s eyes, searching his face with  hollow-eyed desperation.

“Let me make it up to you.” Flint whispers. His hand movesover Billy’s thigh, just a breath away from his groin.

He can’t mean. Can he?

“Captain, you don’t have to.” Billy’s mouth is dry, he lickshis lips, unable to form more coherent words. He doesn’t want Flint to doanything he doesn’t want to.

Flint’s grip on his thigh tightens, and then falls away. “Iknow.” He starts to straighten up.

“But if you want to.” Billy says helplessly. “I couldn’tthink of anything I’d want more…” He’s trembling slightly as Flint looks backat him.

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to.” Flint statessoftly and then slowly draws Billy’s breeches down.

Billy lies there silently watching Flint’s hands move downhis thighs. Flint’s hands are rough and calloused, but Billy can’t remember thelast time he was touched so gently.

“If you want me to stop, just say the word.” Flint says andall Billy can manage is a nod.

Flint’s hands grip his hips as Flint lowers his mouth. Billysucks in a harsh breath as Flint takes him in his mouth. The feel of it, the heatof Flint’s tongue wrapping around him as his fingers glide down Billy’s thighs, it’s utterly overwhelming.

“Ca-aptain.” Billy stutters it out. The sensation is toomuch. His skin feels raw under Flint’s fingertips.

Flint pulls off, his mouth wet and his eyes bright. “Call meby my name.”

“Flint.” Billy breathes, and there’s a stab of something painfulin Flint’s eyes before he ducks his down again.

Billy groans as Flint fucks his cock with his mouth, takinghim all the way down in his throat. He’s not going to last long at this rate and Flint knowsit.

One of his hands is gripping the edge of the cot, the otherreaches for Flint’s hair. His fingers slide cautiously through the auburn locksand then, in a moment of reckless abandon, Billy tugs the tie holding Flint’shair free.

At the sight of that, Flint’s head between his legs, his hairspread loosely over his brow, touching Billy’s thighs, Billy’s hips cant upward,unable to hold back any longer.

“Captain, I’m going to.” He tries to warn Flint, but Flintjust grips his hips harder, holding him down, letting Billy spill down histhroat in short, desperate bursts.

Billy gasps, as Flint sits back up. He wipes his mouth,gazing down at Billy.

“Do you still want to be part of my crew?” Flint asks.

Billy gazes up at him. He’s not sure what he wants anymore,he’s not sure he can ever trust Flint again. But looking up at Flint, hefinds himself wanting to.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Flint leans down, a hand on either side of Billy’s shouldersand brushes his mouth across Billy’s dry lips, just once, a mere murmur of a kiss.“The Walrus will be waiting when you’re ready to return to her.”

He’s gone from the tent before Billy can say a word inresponse. If wasn’t for Flint’s tie still clutched tightly in his hand, he’d have thought it all a dream.

[bisexualpirateheart]

“Are you fucking insane?!” for Flintbones from this prompt here from @graduatedpillowmonster

                                               *  *  *

“Are you fucking insane?” Billy blurts out at Flint’s back and then immediately catches himself.

Flint swivels and turns around to look at him. “What did you just say?” His eyes bore into Billy’s like he can’t believe his bosun is talking back to him in front of even a few of the crew.

Billy pauses. “It’s just…how can you think this is a good plan?”

“This isn’t the place to have this conversation, Billy.” Flint says curtly. “If you insist on it, you can come to my tent later.”  He’s daring him to do it, like he doesn’t think Billy will have the balls to face him later.

Billy just gives him a stiff nod. He’s torn between the need to apologize for speaking out like he had (no matter what Flint was proposing, he shouldn’t have done it like he had) and standing his ground.

He’s decided on standing his ground when he goes to Flint’s tent.

His resolve wavers when he sees Flint leaning back in his chair, his focus ostensibly on a chart in front of him, but really on the hazy blue horizon. There’s something about seeing his captain like this in private moments that makes Billy feel restless, like he doesn’t know what to make of Flint.

Flint looks up at him. “Well?”

“I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, captain.” Billy admits. He pauses, wanting to go on, but not sure how.

“But.” Flint prods.

“But I still think it’s a mistake.” Billy faces him. “Captain, this whole situation is…” He breaks off, seeing the look in Flint’s eye. “What?”

Flint hesitates and then, he asks, his words quiet enough that Billy has to step closer to hear him. “Did you mean it when you said the men thought me weak?”

Billy winces. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes, you did.” Flint smiles humorlessly. “You meant every word of it.”

“All right so I did.” Billy shrugs. “I don’t want to lie any more than I have to.”

“Do you think I’m weak?” Flint pushes himself up resting his hands on the table he’s using as a desk.

And Billy knows there’s a trick to this, but he doesn’t want Flint to think that Billy thinks he’s weak.

“You’re not weak.” He leans forward. “The men are mistaken. And you’ll prove them wrong.”

“Will I?” Flint says, gazing up at him. “And how will I do that, Billy?”

A flush of heat rises in Billy’s stomach at Flint’s use of his name here, while they’re alone.

“You just have to show them a little more…” Billy hesitates. “Show them you believe in them. Show them they can believe in you.”

Flint’s expression is lost between perplexed frustration and growing curiosity. “Do you believe in me?”

Billy leans down and kisses him. Flint’s mouth is slack against his for a brief moment, his lips still and warm, and then Flint responds, pressing his lips hungrily to Billy’s.

Billy pulls back, shocked at his own boldness, but then Flint’s pulling at him, dragging him inside the tent where they’re alone. The air is hot and they’re standing so close together Billy can see a drop of sweat on Flint’s brow. He wonders what it would taste like on his tongue.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Flint growls against Billy’s ear.

“Yes.” Billy breathes. “I believe in you.” He still does at that point. He wants to believe in Flint. He wants to trust his captain again. He’s just not sure that wanting is enough.

[magess]

Okay, @corancoranthemagicalman​, because it’s you who asked...

Top 4 Ships

This is weird to answer because I generally only have one thing that I’m interested in at a time. You can tell by my fics that I go through seasons. And generally once I’ve lost interest, I don’t go back. You might suspect based on my AO3 history that Sterek should be on this list, for instance, but I have no interest anymore, even though I appreciate people reading those fics. 

Destiel is really just... foundational. A good deal of my life has been spent with these idiots. Even if I’m not writing them, then mean a lot to me.

Geraskier is the last ship I picked up. I’m not writing them anymore. I might after the next season, who knows? But I put a lot of work into creating for this ship that I’m quite proud of.

First Ship

There’s no “ship name” for Duncan/Methos because slash ships used... a slash back then. AKA: A teenager discovers slash via a 90s show about immortals. But I feel like your first ship probably says something about you.

Your Rarepair

Flintbones (Black Sails). Black Sails was not a show that lent itself well to fic. The story is tight,deliberate, and contains almost no breaks in the timeline. What I always liked about the idea of Billy and Flint is that Billy is the most openly Good, at least early on. And Flint the most Feared, while inwardly broken.

Last Song:

Lindsey Stirling: Transcendence

Last Movie:

Enola Holmes (2020)

Last Book:

https://www.scribd.com/audiobook/403775586/Bloody-January-A-Harry-McCoy-Novel

An exciting, evocative first-in-series noir novel set in 1973 Glasgow, a city on the cusp of a heroin epidemic, featuring detective Harry McCoy.

When an eighteen-year-old boy shoots a young woman dead in the middle of a busy Glasgow street and then commits suicide, McCoy knows it can't be a random act of violence. With a newbie partner in tow, McCoy uses his underworld network to build a picture of a secret society run by Glasgow's wealthiest family, the Dunlops. Drugs, sex, incest; every nefarious predilection is catered to, at the expense of the lower echelon of society, an underclass that includes McCoy's best friend from reformatory school—drug-Tsar Stevie Cooper—and his on-off girlfriend, a prostitute, Janey. But with McCoy's boss calling off the hounds, and his boss's boss unleashing their own, the Dunlops are apparently untouchable. McCoy has other ideas.