#edward teach x reader

[imnachocheese]

Izzy Hands Headcanons (x reader-ish?)

So this is basically an experiment for me cuz it’s the first time I’ve ever written anything here and I apologize for any grammatical mistakes in advance cuz English isn’t my first language!! Anyway my obsession with Izzy has gone a little out of ‘hands’ if you get what I mean so let’s get started I guess?

Warnings: some NSFW, minors DNI

Izzy is…repressed. Like, both emotionally and sexually cuz he’s never really had the chance to express his feelings to anyone cuz of Blackbeard and his job. And given how busy he is, he probably doesn’t really have the time for any sexual sort of activities so…y’know. So whenever he has any typa strong feelings he finds them hard to process, like falling in love with you. He probably struggled a bit but he still managed to confess to you like a normal person for some reason? And for the sexual part I feel like he gets hard like rlly easily? You’d get to see it cuz of the tight leather pants he wears and it’s hot af if you know what I mean.

He’s REALLY sweet when you’re his significant other/someone he truly cares about and loves dearly. He’s probably gonna take really good care of you and bring you food whenever you look kinda tired and he’s always looking out for you no matter what. Keeping you safe and by his side. Whenever he sees you hangry he doesn’t really talk but he tries his best by bringing you your comfort food and letting you rant to him about anything you want. He’ll be the one to cuddle you and wipe away the tears on your face whenever you’re feeling down and you can’t help but to smile at your adorable boyfriend. If you ask him to sing to you he’d sing beautifully or even serenade you to sleep if you want him to. He’d do anything for you, honestly.

He secretly likes training you in swordfighting and stuff cuz he’d get to teach you something new and be in close proximity and intimate with you. He tries his best to be a good teacher (and he is) and asks you if you can follow and takes good care of you during your duels, making sure you never get hurt. You never do because of how skilled he is. He’s the best swordsman in the Caribbean, after all. He’d praise you for your improvement even though he doesn’t really express his true feelings that often because he trusts and respects you a lot.

He gets jealous easily but doesn’t admit it. Whenever you and Stede or Ed get too close he behaves in a really weird way, like staring at you while you guys are talking and sulking a bit cuz he’s pretty insecure about himself. He’d be extra touchy when you guys are in private though, and you’d know something’s off because you usually initiate these actions of intimacy. Then you’ll do Stede’s ‘talk it through’ thing until he feels better and you’ll know about his jealousy because of this. He never blames you though, only blaming himself for not being good enough for you. He’s obviously the best man anyone could ask for though.

He actually sorta likes reading because that’s a way he can actually chill for a bit, without being grumpy about the crew. He wears reading glasses, probably silver ones and he reads to you if you want him to because his love language is probably acts of service. He’d actually enjoy this kind of domestic-ish life because he’d almost spent his entire lifetime at sea. Contrary to popular belief, he’d actually brew you tea instead of just coffee even though he prefers black coffee himself. Maybe he’d even buy some fine tea leaves for his favourite person.

He loves hugging and cuddling, especially during storms and cold weather. He loves being snuggled up against your warm body under the sheets. It almost feels like he’s back home. You remind him of home and he’d definitely want to start a family with you someday. He’d be shy and brush it off if you mentioned it though. He’d like it when you call him Daddy, honestly.

Yeah so I guess that’s it!! I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this and I’d appreciate constructive feedback as well! <3

[storiesforallfandoms]

captive ~ blackbeard/edward teach; our flag means death

word count: 3808

request?: no

description: in which his crew takes a hostage without his permission, so he decides to make her a reluctant part of the crew

pairing: blackbeard (edward teach) x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of raids, raid typical violence, can say this is pre-canon or non-canon because stede isn't mentioned, bi!blackbeard (we are not erasing mlms in this household)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The heavy pound of boots moved across the deck. The leather clad captain looked over his crew; some wounded from the raid but most were fine. His dark clothes hid the blood that was covering him - none of it his own. He grinned in pride to himself, proud of himself and his crew for another successful raid.

He stopped suddenly, noticing a new face tied up to their mast. The unknown woman glared up at him through the hair that had fallen into her face.

"Izzy," Blackbeard beaconed. "Who is this?"

"Captive, sir," Izzy responded. "We found her hiding below deck before abandoning the ship."

"I told you no captives," Blackbeard sneered. "Captives are just extra weight. We kill anyone on the ships we raid."

Their captive winced at his words. The fear didn't go unnoticed by the ruthless pirate captain.

"Bring her to me."

She tried to fight against the two crew members who grabbed hold of her, but there was no use. They untied her from the mast but kept her hands restrained in front of her. She stood before Blackbeard, trying to keep eye contact with him as to not seem afraid, but her trembling body gave her away. She flinched as he grabbed her bound hands. When he unsheathed his knife, nearby crewmates gasped and watched intently, both nervous and intrigued by the thought of seeing their captain slaughter someone on the deck.

When he cut the restraints, everyone let out a breath. The captive nearly collapsed and sobbed with relief.

"Come with me," he said. He started to walk towards his office, but the captive didn't follow. He glanced back at her. "That wasn't a question."

She reluctantly followed the pirate captain. All eyes followed her until she passed through the doorway and Blackbeard shut it behind her. She was so tense her body almost hurt. She didn't realize her hands were balled into fists until she felt her nails biting into her palms.

Blackbeard approached a table with an assortment of alcohol bottles on it. He took two glasses and filled them both. He gestured to a desk with chairs on either said - his desk. "Sit."

She did as he said. It was another "not question", and she figured it was best to follow those instructions at that point. She sat and Blackbeard placed the glass of alcohol in front of her. She glanced at it for a moment before looking back up at him. He rolled his eyes and took a mouthful of his own drink.

"Poured it from the same bottle, so there's nothing in it," he said.

"I don't drink," she said. It was the first time she had spoken since the raid. Her voice was scratchy and her throat felt raw. "Can I have water instead?"

She was shocked when Blackbeard stood and actually fulfilled her request. When he placed the glass in front of her, she immediately chugged down the contents of it. Blackbeard sat across from her again, studying her as he nursed his drink.

She didn't meet his eye as she placed the glass on the desk and said, "Thank you."

"What's your name?"

She hesitated, but eventually she responded, "(Y/N)."

"As a pirate rule of thumb, (Y/N), you show your captain respect. That means you answer the questions I ask, and you look at me when we're speaking."

Her head snapped up quickly. "Captain? You're not - "

"I didn't kill you, but I can't let you go, either. It risks you running off and turning our last known location in to the authorities."

"Then keep me captive."

"We don't hold captives here. Either you die or you join us. But I'm making the choice for you this time; you're joining us."

(Y/N) felt like she was going to cry. It felt like a lose-lose situation for her. She didn't want to die or be held captive by the most notorious pirate captain, but she also didn't want to become a pirate. She wanted to go home to her parents, who she was sure were going to be worried sick once they heard the news of the raid, and mourn the loss of her friends who were on the ship that was invaded. She certainly did not want to live alongside the savages who killed her friends.

But it seemed there was no choice. She wasn't about to fight Blackbeard on this when he was allowing her to live. But it truly felt like a fate worse than imprisionment.

"I'll have my first mate prepare a cabin for you," he said. "And I promise you, (Y/N), my crew will leave you alone. No one will harm you."

(Y/N) nodded, too upset to speak.

~~~~~~

The weeks went by and (Y/N) fell into a routine with her new shipmates. She was still keeping to herself, not wanting to see any of the crew unless necessary. She was still trying to pretend like this whole thing wasn't happening.

Blackbeard kept his promise, too. The day after her unwilling induction into the crew, Blackbeard had warned his crew that if he heard of anyone intentionally harming (Y/N), that he would deal with them in the most painful manner, and his warning definitely seemed to stick. No one even dared to look (Y/N)'s way most days, and after so long they started treating her like one of them.

(Y/N) wished that made her feel better, but she was miserable.

She was stood at the bow one night after everyone else had turned in. She had been doing that a lot lately: watching the calm, night water on her own, most times crying as she mourned the life she had lost. Tonight, though, there had been no tears. Just memories of her family and the friends she lost in the raid.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't hear anyone approach until a voice suddenly said, "You're up awful late."

She jumped and turned to see Blackbeard stood next to her. She looked away from him, still unable to maintain eye contact with the man who was supposed to be her "captain".

"I could say the same to you," she muttered.

"I don't tend to sleep very well."

(Y/N) dared a quick glance at Blackbeard. His face didn't give anything away, but she wondered the context behind his words. He was the most feared pirate captain in the world, what caused him to be sleepless? Was he haunted by the images of the people he had killed? Or was it something that went back even further than his pirate days?

"I'd ask if it's the snoring, but you have your own quarters so you should be safe from that," he said.

(Y/N) was shocked to feel a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "Actually, Fang snores so loudly that I can hear it in my quarters."

She was more shocked to hear Blackbeard genuinely laugh at her comment. "Yeah, I feel like I can sometimes, too."

He was hesitant for a moment, but he decided to settle next to her, leaning against the small space of wall left next to her. His shoulder brushed against hers, but for once, she didn't feel the urge to cringe away from a touch.

"I like to watch the water when I can't sleep, too," he said. "It's very peaceful and calming."

"I think about jumping in and swimming away sometimes," (Y/N) blurted before she could stop herself.

Blackbeard looked over at her, but she refused to look back at him. "Where would you go?"

She shrugged. "To the nearest land, and then try and find a way back to my parents."

"I hope you're a strong swimmer, then, because there isn't any land for miles."

(Y/N) laughed, humorlessly. "Actually, I'm quite shit at swimming. I'd probably drown. But it's a fantasy I often have when I'm here at night."

A silence fell over them. Blackbeard was still looking at her. If she had dared to meet his gaze, she would've seen a look of pity on his face. Blackbeard was more than aware of what (Y/N) had lost when they raided her ship and his crew stupidly took her as a captive instead of killing her or leaving her on the ship they had invaded. Despite what most people thought, he wasn't heartless. Not completely, anyways. He had a soft spot that very few people were able to get to, and (Y/N) had somehow managed to get to do it with just one terrified look.

"Tell me about your parents," he said.

She finally looked at him, curious. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything."

She thought for a moment, wondering if this was some sort of test or something. But the look on his face was sincere, a look that she hadn't seen from him since being taken aboard the ship.

"My father is a painter," she started. "He met my mother at a gallery where his art was hung. She was betrothed to someone else at the time, but she always said she saw my father for the first time and immediately fell in love with him. She said she begged her father - my grandfather - for days and days to break off the engagement to the other man so she could marry my father instead."

"And did he?"

(Y/N) smiled as she nodded. "Eventually, yeah. It took a lot of convincing. The man my mother was supposed to marry was from a wealthy family, so my grandfather wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of her wanting to marry a painter instead. Apparently, my father ended up making some sort of beautiful painting that persuaded both of my grandparents."

Blackbeard raised an eyebrow at her. "Apparently?"

"Well, I've never seen it. Mum claims that my grandparents had it, but they passed before I was born and most of their possessions were sold."

"So you don't believe the painting exists?"

"I believe my father painted something beautiful, but he probably sold it for a lot of money to bribe my grandfather into letting him marry mum instead."

"Smart man, then."

The two of them laughed. The atmosphere around them began to feel less tense, which was probably the biggest shock to (Y/N). She didn't expect to see a softer side to the man who was known for breaking just about every law in existence, and maybe even some that hadn't even been invented yet. Although, she hadn't expected him to take mercy on her when his crew kidnapped her either.

"Are you their only child?" Blackbeard asked.

"No, I have five siblings actually. Two sisters, three brothers. Six of us in total."

He winced. "God, your poor mum."

(Y/N) laughed again. "Yeah, it's definitely not something I strive for in life. By my age she already had two kids, but I can't imagine even having one."

There was a pause, like Blackbeard was thinking, before he asked, "Did you have a husband? Or a betrothed?"

(Y/N) also paused, considering the question for a moment. "No. My parents didn't believe in the arranged marriages. They wanted us to marry for love, and I haven't quite found that love yet."

Blackbeard nodded and they fell back into a silence again. (Y/N) found herself leaning closer against him, the light brush of their shoulders becoming more than that. He leaned into her as well until she was all but pressed against his side.

"Thank you for sparing me," (Y/N) said, breaking the silence. "This may not have been my ideal outcome from being captured, but it certainly beats the alternative."

Blackbeard smiled. "You're welcome. I'm glad I spared you."

She wasn't sure how long they ended up standing there, leaning against one another and watching the water, but eventually (Y/N) felt her eyes growing heavy. Her head lulled to the side, resting against Blackbeard's shoulder. She felt him tense beside her for a moment, which was enough to jolt her back to reality.

"I guess I should get to bed," she said. She started to walk towards the cabins, but stopped to turn back to Blackbeard. "Goodnight, captain."

"Ed."

Her brows furrowed. "What?"

"My name, it's actually Ed. If you want to call me that, I mean. I wouldn't mind."

She smiled. "Ed. Goodnight, Ed."

"Goodnight (Y/N)."

~~~~~~

In the days that followed, (Y/N) found herself more drawn to Ed, and it seemed he felt the same way. He would often call on her to spend time together, leave her notes in her quarters to meet him once everyone else had gone to bed so they could spend some time alone, he even once allowed her to be present during a meeting with Izzy where they were trying to figure out the next destination of the ship. Izzy was very clearly not happy with the new addition, and that quickly became the last time (Y/N) was ever involved with those types of meetings.

She started to open up more to her other crewmates, but not as much as she did with Ed. It was a great shock to her, but she found herself developing a kinship with him.

Maybe even more than that. Maybe she was developing feelings for him that she was too scared to admit to.

But all those feelings came out one day when an otherwise beautiful, calm day at sea was interrupted by the harsh jolt of something hitting the water beside them, causing the waves to nearly capsize the ship.

"What the fuck was that?" Fang said, rushing to the side to look over. The other crewmates followed just in time to see a large black object fall into the water mere inches away from the ship, causing another wave to throw all of them to the floor.

"We're being attacked!" Izzy called from the crow's nest. "Everyone, get in position!"

(Y/N) was left confused and scared as she watched the other crewmates scramble around the ship. She had never been told what to do in the event of an attack. Surprisingly, they hadn't been the ones to be attacked since she joined the crew. They had done plenty of attacking, but Ed was insistent upon her not being involved in any of that. Not that she minded, the last thing she wanted to do was to fight other blood thirsty pirates.

But it seemed now she had no choice. She couldn't run to her quarters and hideaway from the attack. That's how she was captured but Ed's men in the first place, and she wasn't about to become a captive on another ship. Her only defense was to try and figure out how to fight.

Another cannonball hurtled through the sky, this time flying over the ship and landing in the water on the other side, throwing the shipmates off their balance yet again. (Y/N) fell onto the deck, the impact knocking the wind out of her. Her head was spinning as she looked up to see someone climbing over the side of the boat and onto the deck. She let out a shriek as she realized it was not a member of their crew, but rather their attackers were coming on board.

Before the attacker could get far, Izzy appeared almost out of nowhere and dug his sword into the attacker's chest. His eyes glazed over and his body went limp within seconds. Izzy shoved the lifeless body back over the side of the ship before turning to (Y/N). She couldn't tell if he was annoyed by her lack of fighting skills, or with the fact that the ship was being attacked in general.

"Get out of here," he said. "Hide below deck where the gunpowder and weapons are. They'll want Ed, so they won't go anywhere near there."

She nodded, still a bit shocked by everything going on and by Izzy's brief moment of kindness. He turned his back on her to keep fighting the other attackers that were starting to board the ship. While he and the other crewmates kept them busy, (Y/N) quickly slipped below deck and went exactly where Izzy told her to go. Their weapons hold was full of barrels and other large boxes holding the weapons they had taken from previous raids. (Y/N) wedged herself between a few barrels, hoping she was out of sight enough if anyone did happen to come down.

All she could hear above was the sounds of feet pounding against the desk, and louder sounds of bodies hitting the floor. She flinched with every loud thud over her head, wondering if it was an attacker or one of her crewmates that had gone down. She wondered where Ed was, if he had gotten wind of the attack before any of the attackers found him. She knew anyone who dared to go after the feared pirate captain Blackbeard would be no match for him, but there was still this fear in the pit of her stomach whenever she thought about the possibility of Ed being ambushed and harmed.

She froze as she heard footsteps descending the stairs leading into the weapons area. She waited, hoping that whoever it was would just move along, but she didn't hear any movement that would tell her what they were doing. She held her breath, but her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure that whoever it was could hear her.

Footsteps began to move through the room. She shrank further behind the barrels she was using as a hiding spot. She was shaking so violently that her vision was starting to blur. What was she going to do if the person who came down found her? She hadn't brought a weapon, she had no idea how to fight, and there was no way she was getting past the person and back up onto the deck before they could grab her. She was truly and royally fucked.

She couldn't contain a gasp as one of the barrels moved and an unfamiliar man sneered down at her.

"I thought I saw someone run down here," he said. "What's wrong, pretty girl? You don't know how to fight the big bad pirates?"

Suddenly, she had flashbacks of when Izzy had found her first and taken her captive. She thought he was scary at the time, but Izzy was nothing compared to this pirate. She was sure that if he took her, that would be the end of her. She would never see Ed again, and he would never know which of the attackers had taken her last breath.

Fear was starting to overflow within her, so much so that tears were starting to form in her eyes. This just made the man laugh.

"Ain't that cute? Tears aren't going to save you, pretty girl."

(Y/N) shut her eyes tightly as the man began to reach for his weapon. She didn't hear another set of footsteps coming down the stairs, nor did she see someone coming up behind the new attacker. But she heard the sound of a blade piercing flesh, followed by the sound of the man making noises she wished she didn't know existed. She opened one eye in time to watch the man topple over, lifeless, and to see Ed stood behind him.

"Ed," she breathed, a sob escaping her lips as she did.

He sheathed his blade and quickly took (Y/N) into his arms. He held her tightly as she began to sob.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled into her hair. "I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't know you were down here until I finally managed to find Izzy. I would've had you hidden in a safe place if I knew you were here."

"Izzy told me it was safe down here," (Y/N) said, her words muffled in Ed's leather. "He said they would be after you and no one would come down here."

"They normally don't, but this fucker saw you come down here and decided to come after you. Fuck, I should've come looking for you the minute they started attacking us."

"You had a ship to protect."

"I don't give a fuck about the ship. I only give a fuck about you."

She pulled away from his embrace to look up at him. For the first time, (Y/N) saw fear in Ed's eyes. He knew she was safe, he was holding her, seeing her, after saving her from being killed herself, but still she could see how scared he had been that he might've lost her. That if he had been just a few seconds later, he would've come down to find her dead body instead.

Ed wasn't afraid of an attack or of losing his ship. He was afraid of losing her.

Before she could stop herself, she took hold of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't stop her. In fact, he reached one hand up to gently cup her face. She held on to his leather like it was her lifeline, and he held on to her like she was his.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he said once they pulled apart from each other.

"You didn't do it, though. I did," she teased.

"Yeah, but I still kissed you back, so it counts."

"But you didn't initiate the kiss."

"I still kissed you, so it counts."

(Y/N) giggled and leaned forward to kiss him again. Ed wrapped one arm around her lower back and pulled her closer to him. The kiss became passionate quickly, with Ed's hand starting to move lower on (Y/N)'s body.

If it weren't for the sound of someone clearing their throat, it probably would've gone further than that too.

Ed and (Y/N) broke apart and turned to see Izzy stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was looking between the two of them, an amused look on his face.

"Your wounded need you captain," he said.

"Oh, yes, right," Ed said. "I'll be right up. Can you, uh, can you send someone down to deal with this man? He's already dead, but I want to make sure his body burns the same way he will be in Hell."

"Right away, sir."

(Y/N) was sure she saw a smirk on Izzy's face as he climbed up the stairs again.

"Come, someone needs to have a look at you," Ed told her.

She shook her head. "I'm fine. No one hurt me."

"I just want to be sure. Then, you're staying in my quarters tonight. I can't have you out of my sights after this."

She smiled and nodded. "Yes, captain."

[just-a-little-cellist]

Would love to see your hcs for being in a relationship with Ed! PDA or ideas on how he and reader would spend time together, your choice!

(yessssss I love Ed so much and the OFMD brainrot is real! gonna do PDA headcanons if that's alright, hope you enjoy!)

(Ed/Blackbeard x gender neutral reader - no warnings, just fluff)

Ed is pretty affectionate with the people he cares about, especially when he's on the Revenge.

After all, who's going to protest? He's the most feared pirate on the seas so nobody has the guts to say anything (except maybe Izzy but Ed puts a stop to that fairly quick).

It seems like he always has a hand on you somewhere, normally just wherever is most convenient.

He's rarely seen with you without having a hand on your lower back, or an arm around your shoulders, or a hand on your thigh when you're sat together.

If you're holding hands, he likes to fidget with your fingers a lot and intersperses it with soft kisses pressed to your knuckles (he's a romantic after all).

He will also randomly pick you up when you're not expecting it just to hear your squeak of surprise, he thinks it's adorable.

(It's mostly to express his love for you but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like to show you off a bit.)

One of the things that brings you both the most comfort, however, is touching foreheads before one of you leaves. It started when Ed was about to go on a raid, and when you expressed your worry he gently pressed his forehead to yours in a silent promise that he'd come back safe. It's now become part of your routine, and neither of you will leave without it.

I will say this once, loudly for the people in the back: EDWARD TEACH LOVES HUGS FROM BEHIND. Both giving and receiving.

He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, and he loves it even more if you're busy doing things because then he can watch you work. But he equally enjoys when you surprise him with hugs - it takes his mind off of the stress of being captain for a moment and makes him feel so genuinely wanted.

(basically Ed loves you more than life itself and wants to be near you all the time ok bye)

[raz-writes-the-thing]

On Your Knees, Love (OFMD One-Shot)

Ed Teach/Blackbeard x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You find out Ed has a thing for having his hair played with.

CW: nsfw, sub!Ed, dom!Reader, shin grinding (lmao- what a tag)

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If someone had told you that in x amount of months, Edward Teach, the Blackbeard, would be whimpering at your feet and begging you to let him cum, you would have shot them in the face probably for being so ridiculous. 

And yet, on his hands and knees, rutting against your leg like a mutt in heat, was your Ed. You had to take a moment, actually, to really let the sight before you sink in properly. Edward Teach, humping at you and making those delicious sounds just for you. All for you. 

Ed was usually very submissive anyway, but you’d made the mistake this morning of playing with his hair in bed before the chores of the day forced the both of you to get up. Your fingers had snagged on a knot and before you could apologise, Ed had let out this noise- this little choked-off whimper that he’d tried to hide from you and that just wouldn’t do. No secrets, thank you. 

“Ed,” you’d said carefully, working the knot out slowly so as not to pull. The man hummed in response, not daring to look at you. “Is there something you want to tell me, love?”

Ed had shook his head and replied with a confident- “nah, don’t think so.” 

So you’d worked the rest of the knot out before promptly wrapping your fingers around a soft lock and yanking- hard. Ed had let out a yelp, hand flying to meet yours stuck in his hair, though that yelp had trailed off into a deeply incriminating groan, and from over his shoulder you could see his dick twitch in his briefs. 

The rest was history, really. 

It had taken no time at all to get off the bed and order him to his knees in front of you. Pretty thing that he was didn’t fight you all that hard about it (or at all), and you enjoyed the sight of the flashes of skin peeking through his gown before you softly patted at his head and asked him to confess this little secret one more time. 

“Okay, okay,” he rolled his eyes. “I like having my hair played with, alright? Now, are you gonna fuck me or what?” 

You’d hummed and lightly pulled at another lock, and when his eyes fluttered shut, you decided that was it. You had to see what else you could make him do with just a few yanks on those greying locks. 

“Not quite.” 

And so, that’s how you arrived to where you were now- with Blackbeard’s arms wrapped around the back of your legs, and his hard cock rubbing against your shin through his soft underwear. You had both your hands in his hair now, taking turns between yanking and massaging his scalp. 

Ed had drooled a wet patch into your own underwear, face pressed into your thigh. God, he was pretty like this. 

“P-please,” he whined, peering up at you with those doe eyes of his. “Needa cum, please let me cum.” 

You hummed thoughtfully, petting at his hair. 

“Have you been a good boy, huh?” 

Ed nodded desperately, brows scrunching as he fought not to cum in his pants. 

“Yeah, alright,” you answered, smiling down at him. “Cum for me, love.” 

Ed panted out a thank you and worked his hips in earnest, mumbling and whining to himself as he got closer and closer to the edge. All it took was one more hard yank and he was spurting cum over himself in his pants, ropes and dribbles of it creating wet patches in the fabric as he ground out his high off you. 

You shushed him comfortingly, massaging his abused scalp and leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead. 

“There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?” 

Ed nodded, letting himself lean back and stretch his muscles. He propped himself up with his arms behind his back and gave you a very blissed-out smile. 

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to do that again, my love,” he grinned. “But later,” he added hastily. 

“Mhm,” you hummed back, sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing at his thigh with your socked foot. “Sure thing, my dear. Whatever you want.” 

“Don’t promise that,” he giggled. “Never know what I might ask for.” 

“Precisely.” 

[collinrobinsonsglasses]

Masterlist:

Our Flag Means Death:

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

Too Soft to be a Pirate - 15 chapter series that follows along with the plot of season 1 and 2 of OFMD.

Swordplay and Secrets - One shot- Reader is a noble and Izzy is curious about their past.

Silence is Golden- One shot- Reader is overwhelmed by loud noises and Izzy comforts them.

A Brush of Fate- One shot- Reader is a painter and Izzy finds them painting a portrait of him.

Jealousy, Jealousy- One shot- Reader catches up with their ex and Izzy becomes jealous.

Izzy Hands x Reader (AFAB/non-binary)

A New Look-One shot- Reader is struggling with dysphoria and Izzy comforts them.

Edward Teach x Reader (GN)

The Blanket Fort - Edward is trying to cheer the reader up with a blanket fort.

Home Sweet Home- Eventually this will be a series. Edward runs into his childhood sweetheart. Slow burn.

Frenchie x Reader (GN)

Playing Hooky - Reader’s and Frenchie’s first kiss as they get into some hijinks.

Steddyhands x Reader (GN)

A Birthday Surprise

What We Do in The Shadows:

Nandor x Reader (F)

Getting More Familiar - Reader is feeling insecure and Nandor comforts her.

[lgbtqasacrew]

can i request ed x reader where they stargaze? maybe ed talks about constellations or shooting stars?

Summary: Your boyfriend Ed tells you about the stars, set pre-season 1 on Hornigold’s ship before Ed became captain.

Relationship: Ed x reader

Word count: 700+

Warnings: Brief mentions of death

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post, it’s quite a short one but I hope it’s enjoyable, I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing.

You grab Ed by the waist from behind, he somehow knew it was you so doesn’t even flinch at the contact, just continues to stare out at the night sky. You’re a little shorter than he is so you have to stand on your top toes to rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Couldn’t sleep, sweetheart?” you ask him

He shakes his head “Stupid brain wouldn’t shut up, kept replaying everything from today” You’d had a particularly bad raid, lost a lot of the crew, it had hit you both hard. You give the man a comforting squeeze and press a kiss onto his shoulder.

You stand in silence for a while, the only sound is the waves lapping against the ship, you always found Ed’s company so comforting and you hoped he felt the same about yours.

“Tell me about the stars” you ask knowing neither of you would want to talk about the day or your feelings, neither of you were so good at that. You were there for each other in a lot of ways, but that was rarely with words.

But you felt that talking about something else could be a good distraction for you both.

“What do you want to know?” he asks

“Tell me everything”

He laughs at that, a beautiful melody to your ears “That would take years babe”

“Well I have no intention on going anywhere” If it was up to you, you’d stay by Ed’s side for the rest of your days.

You both lay on the deck, so close that your sides are touching, you reach for his hand and he immediately laces your fingers together. You love these intimate moments between you, when there’s no one else but the two of you and the stars.

He points to one of the brightest stars in the sky, you rest your head on his shoulder as your eyes follow to where he’s pointing. “That one is the North star or Polaris, it’s the most important star for navigation” he tells you “It’s part of the constellation called Ursa Major, so once you find that it's quite easy to find the North Star” It sounded quite complicated to you, but you were in no way as good as navigation as Ed or your friend Izzy.

He tells you next about Orion’s belt, most of it just goes over your head, but you just enjoy listening to his voice, oh you could listen to this man talk for hours on end. You adored him, how passionate he is, how animated he becomes when he talks.

“What?” Ed asks when he notices you staring

“Nothing, I just love how passionate you are about this stuff” offering him one of those smiles that he loves so much. He adores you, knew the moment he saw you that you’d be something special to him. “Did Iz teach you about the stars or did you already know some of it?”

He’s quiet for a second, you’re worried you’ve overstepped before he speaks. “My mother” ahh, he has briefly mentioned her in the past when you’ve spoken about your childhoods, knew how much he had loved her. “She knew a lot about the stars, all the constellations and their stories”

“She sounds like she was a great woman”

“She was, she would’ve loved you”

“You really think so?”

“I know so” squeezing your hand. It meant a lot, you knew how special his mother had been to him. You squeeze his hand back in comfort and understanding.

“We used to wish on shooting stars, she never told me what she wished for but I think I knew” He didn’t elaborate but you knew what he meant, how tough his childhood had been, how difficult life had been for him and his mother.

“What about you? What did you used to wish for?”

“I wished to escape, just to get away from everything and forge my own path” you hummed in agreement, all too familiar with that desire.

As if by magic, a shooting star crosses the night sky. “Shall we make a wish now?” You ask.

Ed nods and closes his eyes, you follow suit, you won’t know it but both of you made similar wishes that night. Ed wished to become Captain of his own ship, you and Izzy by his side. Your wish, to be a great pirate, to fight alongside the love of your life and your best friend. Sometimes wishes do come true.

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Hey, could you please do Edward Teach x ftm reader where reader is having dysphoria and Ed comforts him?

Wrong Body | Edward Teach/Blackbeard x Trans!Male!Reader

Hey there! Thank you for the request and waiting so patiently for it. I hope you like what I've done with it! <3 summary; You're feeling particularly dysphoric and Ed comforts you. notes; Trans!Male!Reader; TW for rather explicit Gender Dysphoria; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Ed's trying his best; Kissing; Short Fic.

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It was a pretty calm day on the ship. Ed was lounging about in his cabin with you sitting across from him. Neither of you had been talking for a while, simply enjoying each other’s quiet company as you often did. 

But every few minutes, sometimes even seconds, the rustling of your clothes disturbed that wonderful ambience. It wasn’t so much the noise your clothes would make that distracted him, but rather the small noises you made when you adjusted yourself. Quiet huffs of annoyance, frustrated grunts, and the like.

“What’s goin’ on?” Ed asked eventually, a little harsher than intended, but he was as concerned as he was also annoyed by your constant need to retouch your appearance and position. 

“Nothin’,” you muttered, grumbling a little. 

Frowning, Ed sat up and leaned into your personal space, looking at you closely with sharp eyes, which softened as soon as he saw the look on your face. You weren’t being rude to him. You were simply exhausted and distressed. 

“Y/N…” he sighed softly, trying again, but more gently. “What’s botherin’ you?”

While answering him this time, you grabbed your shirt with barely contained rage behind your motions, adjusting it yet again. Your voice reflected that aggression, “Just… my fuckin’ clothes not fittin’ my stupid body right. Damn it!” Your tightly clenched fist hit against your leather-clad thigh.

“What are you talkin’ about? They fit you just fine!” Edward told you, confused by your outburst and reasoning behind it.

“No, they don’t! They make me look like a fuckin’ woman!” 

Realisation dawned on him, “Oh,” he whispered, elongating the sound.

He’s never actually witnessed you like this. Never as angry and distressed, at least. Most of the time, you seemed indifferent if maybe a little melancholic about the fact that you weren’t born in a guy’s body. 

Putting a gentle hand on your shoulder, Ed caught your attention again, making you look him in the eyes. He’s never been the most affectionate person, but he’d let his guard down around you several times; especially now that you’d started growing closer a while ago.

“That’s not how I see you at all. You know that, right?” Edward spoke softly, but with firmness behind his words. “I don’t really know or understand what you’re goin’ through, mate, but I know that you’re a handsome guy. Doesn’t fuckin’ matter what body you were born in. Or what your clothes look like. I think you’re fuckin’ hot in this outfit.”

For a long moment, you just looked at him and didn’t say anything. He shot you an uncertain smile, thinking that he might have just messed up and made you feel worse. But he felt your shoulders relax under his hand, some of that tension leaving your body with a deep sigh.

“I feel like it’s all too tight, like it’s just showing off what I was born as. And it makes me feel awful. Why couldn’t I have been born in the body I was meant to have?” you told him quietly.

Ed’s hand tightened around your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly with his thumb. He didn’t understand that, either. Why was it that way? It seemed unfair. Ridiculous even, if he was being honest. But he believed every word about how you felt. How could he not? Clearly, it was real for you. Feeling like you were meant to be a man, but having been put in the wrong body before birth. It was like a cruel joke.

“I don’t know,” Edward told you with all the sympathy he felt for you, “but I know that you’re a man either way. You know that, too. And so does the entire crew. Nobody on this ship thinks of you as anythin’ but one of us. One of the mates.”

You couldn’t help the smile that his words put on your lips. It felt and looked a little strained, as you were still upset; but it was a start. Edward returned the smile, more brightly even. 

Leaning in some more, Ed pressed his lips against yours, his impressive beard tickling your bare skin. He put his free hand on your cheek, holding onto it and guiding your head to fit your mouth better against his own. 

When he pulled away, he hummed softly, “I’m just gonna say it again. You look really fuckin’ hot in this outfit.”

Ed could feel your cheek grow hot against his hand and he grinned. You opened your mouth to say something and he saw the uncertainty in your eyes, so he captured your lips in another searing kiss, preventing you from arguing what he told you. He’d help you see the truth in his words eventually.

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Remember Me*

Summary: The one where you and your best friend, Harry, reminisce over the first time he ever ate you out.

Word Count: 3.1k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, brief daddy kink, mention of knife kink + blood kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pre-consented somnophilia, not suitable for Ramadan!

“There you go, good girl. Just like that. Cum for me, Bee. Right now.”

You squirm, fingers curling into the silky sheets below as you suck in a quiet breath.

You can feel his lips on your neck. Your chest. Your inner thighs. Soft, gentle, devious. He’s everywhere. Purring in your ear, holding your hips in his hands. Keeping you just where he wants you like you’re nothing but a toy for him to play with.

You’ve never been so close. So satisfied, so pleasured. So ready to let go.

And then…you wake up.

Your lashes flutter as you slowly come to. The bedroom is dark. Still. You can hear the fan in the corner of the room and Harry’s soft inhales from somewhere beside you. Your heart is thumping hard and heavy against your ribcage while your dream slowly dissipates into reality. Disappearing into the back of your mind as you remind yourself where you really are.

And then you realize that Harry’s not beside you but below you. His breathing louder and heavier than it was before.

You look down.

And there he is, large body settled between your spread thighs as he holds you open and stares lovingly at the mess you’ve made.

And suddenly, your dream doesn’t feel so distant as you blink the sleep from your eyes and whisper, “Har?”

He glances up, pretty green eyes somehow bright even in the dark. He smiles and his lips glisten. “Hi, baby. Were you having a nice dream?”

You take in a sharp inhale and nod once. “Ye—yeah.”

“Good.” He dips down to kiss your hip. “Hope I didn’t ruin it for you.”

“No…no, I just…I…I thought I was…”

“I know,” he murmurs and kisses the other side. “I know, Bee. And you need me to fix it, don’t you?”

You blink.

“Kept whimpering for me,” he says. His palms dance down the side of your body. Squeezing lightly as though to reassure you. “Begging me to make you cum…to touch you…taste you. Said you needed my tongue.”

Your chest feels heavy as you watch him ghost his mouth up your stomach.

“And I wanted to help,” he tells you. “Wanted to make it better for you.”

He stops, but only to look up and find you again.

“Is that all right, sweet girl?” he whispers.

You nod quickly. After all, the two of you made an agreement months ago that waking each other up with sex was more than all right. You don’t do it too terribly often, but the times when you do…

You almost start to pant.

“Good,” he says, grinning once more as he runs his thumb along your aching cunt. “But I want you to do something for me, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

He moves his mouth to your inner thigh. “Want you…” He travels up your skin toward your pussy. “To tell me…” He brushes his lips over your clit. “What you were dreaming about.”

You feel yourself start to squirm, the warmth of his breath over your cunt enough to send shivers along your spine. “I…I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah? Better have been,” he teases with a smirk. “What was I doing, hm?”

You watch him poke out his tongue and tease it near your hole. “You…you were doing this.”

He hums. “Was I?”

You nod. “Just…just like you did the first time.”

His eyes flick back to yours. “The first time, hm? When I asked to taste your pretty pussy?”

Another nod.

“Mm.” He shifts a bit on the bed and pushes your legs further apart. “Do you think about that first time a lot, Bee?”

You feel your heart skip. “Yes…”

“Think about how nice you were to let me practice on you?”

“…yes.”

“Cause you were,” he says softly between kisses to your cunt. Not enough to satisfy you, but more than enough to taunt you. “So nice and so sweet for me. Knew I’d never wanna taste anybody else but you for the rest of my life.”

You smile. “No, you didn’t.”

“I did,” he argues. He sucks your clit into his mouth. “Come on, lovie, you had to know I didn’t really want her. Only ever wanted you.”

Your fingers lace through his hair, and he hums. “You knew even back then?”

“Of course.” He rests his cheek on your thigh, gazing at your pussy almost as though in a trance. “Should have known I’d get addicted. I already was, even if I didn’t realize it yet.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” He starts to pull you open, just to watch the way you clench around nothing. “I’d been addicted to you for years. Just didn’t know why.”

“And eating me out helped with that?”

He chuckles. “Kind of. I really did think I was doing it for Tina, but…the second I saw you, all spread out and dripping…I couldn’t have picked her out of a fucking lineup.”

You squeeze his scalp. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I mean it.” He studies your expression closely. “Bee, I’m so goddamn in love with you it makes my chest hurt. I was in love with you then and I’m in love with you now. Why do you think I kept canceling on her? Why do you think I kept begging you to teach me more things?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Cause you were horny?”

“No,” he exhales and then kisses your pussy again, groaning into you as though he’s a man starved. “No, I was fucking obsessed. And I still am.”

You whimper.

“So, I want you to tell me everything I did in your dream,” he says, his touch growing a bit greedier now as he slips his middle finger inside. “Every little thing you wanted me to do.”

You arch from the bed and try to stay still. You’re not sure how long he’s been teasing you, but it feels far longer than your dream. And you’re already shaking with anticipation as you clutch his curls and say, “You…you were touching me.”

He grins. “How, lovie?”

You reach for his hand and pull it up toward your chest. “Like this,” you pant, and he groans so lewdly, you nearly cum right then.

He squeezes your tit in his palm, kneading it between those long, nimble fingers before he pinches your nipple tight. Eliciting another noise from your throat. And you’ve never been so glad you went to bed without pajamas.

“Like this?” he asks.

You nod before you’re leading him up toward your throat. “And like this…”

You make him squeeze the sides of your neck until your eyes have nearly rolled back. He holds you gently, but with just enough pressure to make your head pound in the absolute best way.

“Yeah?” He crawls a bit higher up your body in order to get a better grip. “I remember the first time you made me choke you. Such an insatiable little thing, weren’t you?”

“Still am,” you quip, sticking out your tongue.

His smile is sadistic as he spits directly onto your tongue and squeezes your jaw shut. “Swallow.”

You do. And the taste of him—of you—is magic. Enough to have you grinding yourself against his bent leg that’s snuggled between your thighs. And he notices, but he does nothing to help you.

“What else?” he asks between desperate kisses. “Huh? What else did my dirty girl want?”

“Your cock,” you whisper. “Wanted your cock so bad, Har. Wanted you to fuck me like you did that first time. Wanted to ride you…see your handsome face when you came.”

“Yeah? Wanted to cut me up all pretty like you did with that knife?”

You pout. “I didn’t cut you up. I just wanted to see it on your cheek.”

He laughs against your shoulder, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Still can’t believe you have a knife kink. And a blood kink.”

“I still can’t believe you do, too.”

“Can’t help it. You just look so pretty in red,” he says easily. “Always have. Skin all sensitive and swollen…lips just begging to be bit…blood that looks so beautiful smeared across your chest—”

You grab onto his cheeks and bring his mouth back to yours. Kissing him so hard, he can’t speak. The image in your head is lewd and delicious and you feel his cock twitch against your hip as his body melts into yours.

“Bee,” he warns after a moment. “Bee, this isn’t about me. This is about you, come on—”

“I will. After you cum first,” you insist, reaching down between you to squeeze his tip. “My dream wasn’t just about me.”

His exhale is shaky as he closes his eyes. “Thought we were recreating the first time I ate you out?”

“Why can’t we do both?” you ask, nipping at his earlobe. “You really think I wasn’t imagining what your cock felt like as I watched you? Even back then?”

You feel his wicked grin against your cheek. “Were you?”

“How could I not? You weren’t the only one with a crush.”

He leans back. “You did not have a crush on me.”

“Yes, I did. How do you know?”

“Because you were still hung up on Eric,” he retorts as he moves down your body, returning to his previous position while you watch him go with a frown. “And I was just a convenient distraction.”

“No,” you snort, grasping onto his chin to recapture his attention. He looks at you. “Harry, you were not a distraction. Eric was the distraction. I made myself get over you by getting under him.”

He pulls his lip between his teeth, but it can’t hide his smirk. “Really?”

“Duh. You asking me to teach you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You gaze at him gently and cup his jaw. “Please don’t forget that.”

The tension between you is palpable but loving, and you giggle when he sucks your thumb into his mouth with a wink.

“Then can you let me recreate the best thing that’s ever happened to you?” he mumbles around your finger. “Because it was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I still haven’t gotten a proper taste.”

You swipe your wet digit over his lips and grin. “Then you better get to it.”

So, he does. After all, Harry is nothing if not obedient and you can’t help but feel a touch proud as he kisses his way down your body until those greedy kisses find your cunt.

He knows exactly what you like. Knows how to hold you, tease you, taste you. He flicks you with the tip of his tongue and pulls you open with his fingers. He groans every time you gasp and swallows like he’s never had a drink in his life.

And then…he blows on you. Lets his warm exhale dance across your drenched pussy until you nearly squirm away altogether. You feel as though you’re being edged. Like he’s denying you the only thing you need and you whine helplessly as you plead with him.

He merely shushes you. “You know better, Bee. Come on.”

You shake your head violently. “I can’t…can’t, Har, please—”

He spanks you. A sharp smack of his palm down your clit. “You fucking rush me and I won’t let you cum at all. Is that what you want, sweet girl?”

“…no, Daddy.”

“No, I didn’t think so. So what are you gonna do?”

“…whatever you tell me.”

He hums, wildly pleased. “Good fucking girl.”

It’s masterful the way he sucks and nips and thrusts. A combination of his fingers and his tongue that bring you closer with every curl. Because after all this time, he knows your body. He’s had a year to learn you and love you. The way you taste, the way you sound, the way you feel. He knows exactly how to treat you and my god does he treat you right.

“H,” you gasp as you reach for his hair. Clutching onto those soft curls for dear life as your legs squeeze the side of his head. “Shit, Har…I’m…”

“You looked just like this when I first tasted you,” he mumbles against your cunt. “You had this cute little fucked-out expression on your face…kept biting your lip and wrinkling your nose. Like you were scared to enjoy it.”

“Wasn’t…wasn’t scared,” you huff, but you know he’s right. “I was just trying to help you learn.”

“Mhm.” He swipes his tongue up the length of you, from hole to hole. “Loved getting to see you so vulnerable for me. And you were so eager to let me. Practically yanked me into you.”

“I did not. Not until we got that collar and leash, anyway.”

His lips pull back with a Cheshire-like grin. Another fond memory. “Speaking of, we should dig that out again. Don’t think we’ve gotten enough use out of it.”

“I agree.”

“Good.” He slaps your clit once more before spitting on it and spreading it around. “Maybe I should make you watch your dirty little videos, too.”

Your chest begins to heave. “Maybe…you should.”

“Maybe I will.” And just like that, he slips three fingers into your quivering cunt.

But the moment he reaches his knuckles and flicks his tongue, it’s over. You gasp, whine, shake. Tremble in his hands and against his tongue before you’re collapsing onto the mattress with the sounds of his grunted praise in your ear.

“Fucking shit, Bee,” you vaguely hear as he pushes your folded legs closer to your chest. “God, I fucking love it when you do that.”

And somehow, through the orgasmic haze, you realize you’ve squirted. Something else you don’t tend to do that often. But when you do…

“Shit,” he says again before burying himself back in the mess. Almost as though he means to breathe it into his lungs. He kisses it, licks it, indulges in it. Takes every last drop for himself, despite the way you whimper. “M’sorry, lovie. Just can’t help it. S’my favorite.”

And you can feel a second one already barreling toward you. You're far more sensitive now and it almost hurts to have him continue. But you know he wants a second one. Know he needs a second orgasm out of you and you're powerless to deny him.

He brushes his touch through your folds and pulls you apart just to look at you. Watching your body spasm with pleasure as your hole flutters around the emptiness where his fingers used to be.

"Harry," you plead, a pitiful mewl.

He dives in. Licking and licking and licking like you're a popsicle on a hot day. He teases your opening with his tongue before smoothing it back up. Again and again, he tastes you. Until your cheeks are stained with tears and your body unravels once more.

When you cum, time stops. You bite on your lip so hard, you draw blood. The metallic taste filling your mouth as you push him back and wiggle away from his ministrations. Nearly sobbing from the painfully beautiful overstimulation.

He laughs lightly but does allow you to rest. Pulling himself up until he can place his head on your chest and settle in your arms. “Shh. You're all right, sweet girl. I've got you. It's okay."

You only whimper.

He peppers kisses across your face until your hiccups subside. His touch is much gentler now and he spends the next few minutes speaking softly and bringing you back down to earth. Doing everything he can to remind you that he's got you. Always.

"I'm proud of you," he finally says. "So fucking proud of you, Bee. Do you know that?"

You sniffle. "Really?"

“Mhm. And not just for squirting. For everything. All the time. The way you carry yourself. The way you love your friends. The way you love me.” He nuzzles his nose into your neck. “I’m so lucky to be loved by you.”

You swallow around the lump in your throat. “Well, I’m so lucky to love you.”

A tender beat passes. Then, he whispers, “Do you think you’d ever wanna get married?”

Just like that, your heart stops. You hope he can’t hear it. “Um…I don’t know. Would you?”

“Probably. Only to you, though.”

“Oh…that’s good.”

He glances up. “I’m not proposing. I mean, not right now. Not like this, I just...I don’t know. I thought I’d see if you…even wanted to marry someone like me.”

“Someone like you?”

He shrugs and looks back down. “Yeah. I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d be very good husband material.”

Your expression drops. “Harry,” you whisper, dipping down to press your lips to his temple. “You’d be the best husband in the world. No matter the material you’re made of.”

He chuckles again. “Think if we did get married, my parents would have a heart attack.”

“What? Why?”

“They fucking love you. They’ve been trying to get me to ask you out since we were kids.”

“Shut up, no they have not.”

“M’serious. When I told them we started dating, I swear to God my mom sent me like twenty links to engagement rings ‘just in case.’”

You laugh now, too. “She’s so cute. I’m gonna have the greatest in-laws.”

And for some reason, this makes him smile bigger than he has all evening.

The two of you stay like this for what feels like hours. Snug in each other’s embrace, his heart against yours. And you realize that this is where you were always meant to be. Right here, in this bed with him. From the moment the two of you met all those years ago, he was your Harry. And everything after has merely led you to this moment with him.

You often think about that fateful afternoon when he waltzed into your apartment and asked if he could eat you out. You wonder what would have happened if you’d said no. Could you have been okay with seeing him and Tina? Would you have patched things up with Eric, just to distract yourself?

But then you realize, you don’t want to imagine a world where you rejected him. It was a strange twist of destiny that you brought you and Harry together that day. In a position you never thought you'd be in. But if he hadn't, you'd have never known a happiness like this. A peace like this.

You’d never know him. The real him.

You don’t care if he proposes or not. You don’t care what your future looks like. As long as it’s with him, you’ll feel fulfilled. Happy and content in a way you never thought possible.

And the best part is…you know he feels the same.

By the time you start to feel tired again, it’s nearly morning. Soft streams of sunlight are already dancing through your bedroom window, illuminating the beautiful curve of his back. Glistening through his disheveled curls like a heavenly halo.

It nearly takes your breath away.

You count his freckles and moles like stars in the sky. Run your fingers along his shoulders and spine until he snuggles even closer. You've never felt so lucky to behold someone so beautiful.

However, just before your eyes can flutter shut and allow you to finally find a bit more sleep, your phone buzzes.

Confused, you both turn toward the nightstand where the vibration is coming from before you reach for the device plugged into the wall.

“Who is it?” Harry asks sleepily as he nuzzles his way back into your neck.

You read over the message.

And your stomach drops.

“It’s…”

“What?”

“Um…”

"What?"

You say nothing. Can't. You reread the text three more times in an effort to stall and create some sort of explanation.

But your silence piques his curiosity, and he eventually glances up. "Bee? What's wrong?"

Your pulse starts to race. Your palms start to sweat. And even though you know you have nothing to be afraid of, you take in a stuttered breath.  

“It’s…Eric,” you say slowly.

And just like that…the tender moment is over. 

Harry sits up, expression hard and unforgiving as he waits for the rest.

And you’re almost afraid to give it to him.

“…he wants to meet.”

I cannot believe it's been one year since the story that changed my life 🥹 And I can't thank you guys enough for what you've done for me!!! It was such a silly little story that I was sure wouldn't do very well, but introduced me to so many amazing people and gave me such a new found love for writing!!!

Thank you for being here and supporting me and Harry and Bee for a whole year now!!! I'm actually going to sob 🥹💞💞 ILY GUYS SO SO MUCH!!!

~ Full Teach Me Masterlist

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

Just dug up some Gotham alignment charts I made years ago…

[mcpostinghours]

I think about stupid fairytales a lot so I have one piece fairytale au thoughts:

Listen to me, Beauty and the Beast where Crocodile is the beast. He already has a candle henchman. He's been girl rotting in his castle for years.

Doflamingo can be the rival/Gaston archetype who can't fathom why the object of his obsession would want someone who's the failed version of him.

Shanks as the Nutcracker, they both get their arms FUCKED plus he's got the vibes. Very devoted, wants to be a good leader

As such I think either Shamrock or Blackbeard could work as the mouse king, they both have three headed animal motifs and they hate Shanks. Plus they're both bastards!

Do I even have to explain Sanji as Rapunzel? Or Cinderella? He was born to be a Disney princess. In either case Luffy's the one getting him outta there.

If we're talking more generic than specific stories, X-Drake and Katakuri are SO knight in shining armor coded it's not even funny.

Sabo also obviously has knight in shining armor energy, but even more than that he's LITERALLY a runaway prince (kinda). Man was born to be prince charming.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request a rivalry concept with yandere Blackbeard and yandere Whitebeard? Thank you <3

Oh no... Blackbeard's intentions are dubious, but Whitebeard is platonic.

Yandere! Blackbeard vs Whitebeard Concept

(Marshall D Teach vs Edward Newgate)

Pairing: Romantic (Blackbeard)/Platonic (Whitebeard/Blackbeard) - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Murder, Blood, Deception, Kidnapping, Isolation, Forced companionship/relationship (Blackbeard).

Honestly, being stuck between these two powerhouses can be such an issue for you.

While Whitebeard is going to be the one who definitely takes care of you.

Blackbeard's intentions... Well, they're just as unpredictable as he is.

Blackbeard has always been known to follow his own ambitions.

He's probably one of the most cutthroat pirates out there.

Blackbeard sees those around him as pawns.

While Whitebeard offered to be a father figure to him, Blackbeard was completely fine with betraying him to get what he wanted.

He did it with his Devil Fruit, he'll certainly do it to take you.

One way you could've met the two is being part of the Whitebeard Pirates.

After all, there was a point in time Blackbeard joined Whitebeard to be part of his family as an orphan.

Maybe you ended up meeting him on the crew, only to surprisingly get along with him.

Blackbeard, although you knew him as Teach then, always talked to you about dreams.

At the time you had found such beliefs admirable.

Many had dreams they chased and being part of Whitebeard's family helped many.

In fact, one of Whitebeard's dreams was having a family.

Teach had met you and seemed to know you were close with Whitebeard like many of the crew.

You had learned a lot of the older man's teachings in such a short amount of time.

You had truly tried to see Teach as family.

If Teach never found the Devil Fruit he needed, you two probably would have had a positive relationship with one another.

In fact, maybe in another timeline you and Teach would've had a better life with Whitebeard watching over you both.

Teach had always held a certain fondness towards you....

Granted, he never really acted on it, but it was there to taunt him.

It felt distracting at first... In fact, Teach hesitated to follow through with his plan due to you.

He hated to leave you... however...

He could always retrieve you later, no?

Truth is, Teach never liked how loyal you were to Whitebeard.

Part of him envied that... Part of him wanted that.

At the time, he didn't understand why he cared.

Yet... He can't help but feel frustrated that you have more respect for Whitebeard than him.

Perhaps this was the start of Teach's craving for your attention.

The rivalry would probably "begin" after Teach defects, murders a crewmate, and leaves.

Whitebeard is aware you were close with Teach.

While Teach didn't physically hurt you, Whitebeard knows you could've been hurt.

Whitebeard is like a father to you, he refuses to just be a captain.

You are his family and he knows he needs to protect you.

Maybe Teach commented on coming back for you once he's stronger... and that stuck with Whitebeard since?

Afterwards, Whitebeard has kept an eye on you.

Teach, now Blackbeard, doesn't come back into your life until Ace hunts him down.

Truth is, Blackbeard never forgot about you.

No, you've been on his mind quite a lot actually.

He knows you're still loyal to Whitebeard, that old pirate.

Blackbeard picks his crew based on how useful they are to him.

In a way, Blackbeard has always viewed you as useful.

The unfortunate thing is Whitebeard stands in the way of him having you for himself.

He knows you'd never betray your family....

Well, if you won't, he'll just have to pry you from them, right?

Whitebeard is someone who would die for his family.

You are so much smaller than him... yet such a determined little thing.

He's always viewed you as one of his many children.

You came to him with nowhere to go and he provided you a home.

Whitebeard is aware Blackbeard is capable of horrid acts.

He's a selfish man who killed a crewmate, a sin among his crew.

Whitebeard knows Blackbeard is not only plotting to be King of The Pirates, to rule the world...

But he plans to take you with him, willing or not.

You were not like Ace, you didn't want to track Blackbeard down.

Especially since Whitebeard disliked the idea.

He didn't say it... You just knew.

In that case, the true rivalry doesn't really begin until the Paramount War I feel.

Marineford is where everyone gathers to fight and determine the new era.

Pirate, Warlord, Emperor, Marine... It didn't matter.

Everyone was there.

You had come there with Whitebeard to help rescue Ace.

Whitebeard had insisted you stayed close, but such a plan backfires the moment Blackbeard appears.

The rivalry itself is rather short-lived.

Anything before the Paramount War was tension and planning.

Unfortunately, if we're sticking to canon, Whitebeard was rather slated to lose such a rivalry.

He already gets quite weakened by the Marines there.

That and once he sees Blackbeard, he gets distracted with protecting you and Ace.

Such distraction and weakness... Is easy for Blackbeard to exploit.

Whitebeard had always wanted a happy life for you.

He always wanted to show you freedom and family... He wanted to be the father you looked up to.

Sadly, such dreams were quickly trashed once Blackbeard swooped in to end things.

It's ironic, really.

Whitebeard wants freedom and family for you...

Yet Blackbeard instead gives you captivity and isolation in an effort to keep you to himself.

The rivalry, what little had occurred, ends with Whitebeard and Ace dying...

You're practically left in the ashes, scared of what to do next.

Only for Blackbeard, Teach, to proudly laugh like he didn't decimate an old man.

Now, your loyalty to Whitebeard could be tossed aside.

Blackbeard has been waiting for this moment since his obsession began.

He never liked how you praised Whitebeard, how you ignored Blackbeard's wants for the sake of loyalty.

Now it doesn't matter!

You can't defy him now, can you?

He's got much more power than you, including Whitebeard's power.

This is when Blackbeard becomes an Emperor of The Sea.

The title and power isn't his only prize, however...

Now, Blackbeard can claim you.

Truth is, he's been giddy about it since he saw you.

This war was nothing more than your downfall.

Although, to Blackbeard, you're more than a pawn like the rest of his crew.

You're a treasure, a conquest.

You were once good companions under Whitebeard...

But with him gone... Blackbeard is free to take you as his own.

With Blackbeard, there's no freedom for you, or a real sense of family...

Blackbeard is an ambitious man who takes what he wants.

He planned to have you for a long time... it just took waiting for the right moment...

Now with your old man out of the way, the real fun begins...

You belong to Blackbeard now, forced to follow him and his schemes, yet another trophy for him to gloat about as he continues to collect his victories.

[collinrobinsonsglasses]

The Blanket Fort

Edward Teach/Blackbeard x Reader (GN)

Word Count: 1,224 words

Summary: Blackbeard noticed you were having a hard week, so he builds you a blanket fort to cheer you up. <3 Some fluff, and some kissing.

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The Blanket Fort 

You were enduring a particularly grueling day aboard the ship. Blackbeard had recently enlisted a handful of fresh faces into the crew, thrusting the seasoned sailors into the role of mentors while simultaneously picking up the additional workload. The past few weeks had taken a toll, leaving you utterly drained. In moments like these, you found yourself lost in daydreams, yearning for a life outside of piracy. 

Your journey on The Queen Anne’s Revenge began from its beginning. Edward had enlisted you during your shared time sailing under Hornigold’s command. Over the years, a strong bond had formed between you, Edward, and Izzy. Anyone who was observing your dynamic today would probably assume you weren’t close with anyone on the ship. 

You chose to keep a low profile, focusing on your tasks without engaging in conversation. Your interactions with the crew were minimal, limited to responding to the first mate only when directly questioned. Despite Edward’s presence on deck for a while, you made no attempt to initiate a conversation with him. The day had left you drained, devoid of the energy required for social interactions. 

As the afternoon wore on, you couldn’t help but observe the absence of Izzy and Blackbeard from the bustling deck. A sense of relief washed over you as the weight of Izzy’s watchful presence was momentarily lifted, granting you the freedom to focus on your tasks without him breathing down your neck. It wasn’t until the evening that both Izzy and Edward reappeared on deck, Izzy promptly dismissed the crew, granting them the freedom to go about their own personal business. 

As you started your descent below deck, a pair of hands gently nudged your shoulders from behind, and Edward’s voice whispered softly into your ear. 

“Come on,” he said with a cheerful tone, “there’s something I want to show you.” 

Guiding you to the entrance of your cabin, Edward came to an abrupt halt. As one of the most seasoned members aboard The Queen Anne’s Revenge, you enjoyed the privilege of having your own room- a luxury that you had been particularly grateful for in recent weeks. 

“You brought me here to show me my cabin?” you asked with a touch of grumpiness. 

“No,” Blackbeard huffed. “Well, technically, yes,” he corrected swiftly before slowly swinging open the door to the cabin. “I wanted to show you this.” 

As the door creaked open, your eyes were met with the sight of the most elaborate blanket fort you had ever seen. A myriad of blankets hung gracefully against the cabin walls, creating a cozy tent-like haven. The ceiling, adorned with cascading layers of fabric, completed the intricate structure. Pillows were strategically placed, inviting you inside to sink into their plush comfort. It was a whimsical refuge, a surprising and thoughtful gesture from Ed that left you momentarily speechless. 

You bit your bottom lip, a smile spreading across your face, and turned to Edward. “You built me a blanket fort?” you whispered in awe. 

“No,” he replied, before returning your smile back to you. “I built us a blanket fort,” he shared quickly, giving you a gentle nudge into the cabin. 

Before long, you found yourself reclining on the plush pillows scattered across the floor. Edward rested his head on one, while your own head nestled against his chest. His arm encircled you, pulling you in close for an embrace that radiated warmth. 

“Did you build all of this yourself?” you asked curiously, your eyes roaming over the blankets draped across the room. 

“Nah. I made Iz help,” Blackbeard replied with a chuckle. “He’s fucking pissed about it.” 

“Why go through all this trouble?” you inquired. 

“You’ve been a dick lately, and I knew that meant you’re stressed out,” Edward replied, pulling you even closer to him. 

“You’re not wrong,” you sighed. “It’s been one of those weeks where I find myself wishing I wasn’t a pirate,” you confessed quietly, knowing Edward would understand. 

“If you weren’t a pirate, what would you be?” Edward asked, his tone playful. It was a familiar game, one of Edward’s favorites when the two of you found yourselves alone. 

“Today, I’m seeing myself as a librarian,” you replied with a smile.

“You don’t even know how to read,” Edward snorted in response. 

“Do you think that’s a dealbreaker?” you teased back. “Blackbeard, legendary captain on the seven seas, what would you be if you weren’t a pirate?” 

“Jeff an accountant,” Blackbeard replied resolutely. 

This prompted you to sit up and shoot him a look. “You’ve chosen an accountant the last few times.” you whined. 

“That’s because It sounds pretty fucking cool,” Blackbeard replied, raising his eyebrows. 

“Choose something different,” you huffed, rolling your eyes at Edward. 

“Fine… Jeff the Innkeeper,” Edward replied. “I could run an inn,” Blackbeard said confidently, pondering the idea. 

You gracefully propped yourself up on your knees, carefully avoiding the blankets above your head, and theatrically surveyed the room with your hands on your hips. “Well, Jeff, this is a truly beautiful room you’ve got here.” 

Blackbeard mirrored your stance, kneeling on his knees and adopting a custom services persona. “Best room in the house,” he replied, putting on a voice. “I hope it will suit all your needs. It has a lot of amenities. Plenty of fresh linens.” 

“What about mints or some of those little chocolates?” you asked, briefly breaking character. “Inns always have a little treat for guests to enjoy when they go to their room.” 

Edward surveyed the surroundings, contemplating what he could offer. “No chocolates or mints,” he whispered. An idea flashed across his face, and a mischievous grin played on his lips. 

“You just want something you can enjoy?” he clarified once more. 

In response, you playfully nodded your head, a teasing glint in your eyes. 

His hands reached toward the side of your face, gently pulling you closer as he pressed his lips against yours, the kiss deliberate and unhurried. You reciprocated, savoring the moment, and felt him slowly withdraw. The warmth of the kiss lingered, and you couldn’t help but feel a pleasant heat spreading across your cheeks. “I did enjoy that,” you whispered, meeting Edward’s gaze. His eyes reflected admiration as he gazed back at you. 

“Does Jeff kiss all of his guests?” you asked with a laugh. 

“Only the ones he fancies,” Edward replied, a sweet smile gracing his face. 

“Got any more of those?” you asked quietly, looking up at him as he cupped your face. 

“I’ve got tons,” he whispered back, leaning in for another tender kiss. This time, neither of you pulled away, and soon you found yourselves reclining on the pillows, with Edward on top of you. His lips continued their journey, tracing a path down your neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses that sent shivers down your spine. The sensation of his long beard tickled your skin. Finally, his lips found yours again, the connection deepening as time passed. 

For a moment, he paused and simply gazed at you, his thumb lightly stroking your face. “Feeling less stressed?” he asked with a warm smile. 

You responded with a gentle nod, a small smile gracing your face. The blanket fort had worked its magic, and you found comfort not only surrounded by the soft blankets, but also in the company of Edward.

[freedomfireflies]

Tell Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

The one where your best friend Harry suggests a fun, friendly little game of horny Simon Says.

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, choking, Daddy kink

The look on his face is absolutely feral.

Your heart is in your throat. Pounding between your legs. Racing beneath your chest. 

And he’s looking at you like he’s ready to take you over his knee and show you exactly how much he’s missed you.

He takes a step forward, expression firm and never wavering. He studies you. Studies your trembling thighs, your quivering lips. He studies and he plots and he grins because he knows you’ll do anything he fucking asks.

He reaches the bed and his chin raises. “Are you gonna be good for me, Bee?”

You nod quickly. Of course. Always.

“Good.” He smiles and it makes your insides wrench. “And you still wanna play our little game?”

You nod again. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl. Then are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He smirks. “Harry says…lift your pretty skirt up.”

Quickly, you oblige, pulling the black fabric along your thighs and toward your hips. An easy task and you're eager to make him proud.

You can tell he's tempted to look. But he doesn’t. He keeps his attention on you. Only. Always. “Harry says pull your little panties to the side.”

Again, you obey. Hooking a finger around the already damp fabric and peeling it away from your cunt until the cold air finds you.

You shiver. He grins.

“Harry says spread your legs.”

You do. Easy.

He nods and his arms cross and he’s oddly calm. Focused. He takes another step closer and you could almost grab him. “Harry says show me how wet you are.”

You lean back and now he looks. He’s intrigued. Pleased. Proud. 

And the devious grin that splits his face is enough to ruin you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and then he’s crouching down between your knees. Lining his eyes up with your cunt in the most intimate of ways. “Touch your clit for me.”

Your fingers twitch and you almost do, but you don’t. You follow the rules. You know better.

He chuckles and places his hands on your thighs, keeping you open. “Smart girl, too, hm?” He dips down and presses a kiss to your knee that has you sighing. “Harry says touch your clit for me.”

You do, instantly, and it’s everything. Even the slightest brush of contact has you reeling and you whimper as your thumb sweeps across the sensitive nerves.

He watches you for only a moment—the way you circle and pinch, the way you gasp—before he’s jutting his chin up. “Harry says stop.”

You whine. Breathless. Needy. “Harry—”

“Stop,” he repeats firmly, eyes flicking to yours. You mewl dejectedly and pull your hand away. “There you go. See, you can behave when you want to, hm?”

You nod weakly.

“Good.” He’s smiling again—coy, evil—and kissing your inner thigh. “Harry says suck your fingers.”

You bring your slightly soaked digits toward your lips and you’ve never felt so enamored. Because he is sex and he’s nipping at your skin in a way that reminds you of how good his mouth is. And you love his mouth. And the way he tugs on your body as though tempting you with the idea of tasting you but never actually giving in. 

You suck and you moan and you make a show of it.

He hums. “Harry says give me your hand.”

You relinquish your trembling hand to him and he licks a long, slow stripe up your palm. All the way to your fingers while your eyes nearly roll back.

He hums again. “Always taste so good for me, Bee. You know that?”

You watch his lips. You don’t speak. And this is an evil game, a cruel game, and even if you win, you lose. But you don’t mind because he is your prize and that's all you've ever really wanted.

He drops your hand and returns his hold to your thighs. He smiles at you. “Harry says spread your pussy for me.”

With a strained inhale, you slip your fingers down and pull yourself open. His soft, warm breath fans across your dripping cunt and you whimper quietly. Desperate to weave your fingers through his curls and bring him closer.

And he knows you, knows what you really want, so he taunts you. Kisses up your thigh, over your hip, along the band of your underwear. Everywhere but where you need him most. 

He watches you soak the bed below and he’s so incredibly smug. “Harry says tell me what you want.”

“You,” you breathe instantly. “You, Daddy, please.”

The use of the nickname surprises him. You haven’t slipped into your subspace yet but you quite enjoy the way his expression grows dark at the use of the moniker. And, truth be told, you also happen to love the way it tastes to say. 

His eyebrow lifts and his hands curl tighter around your legs. “What do you want Daddy to do, Bee?”

You swallow. Thick. “Want you to fuck me. Please.”

His lips part. He’s mesmerized and wildly intrigued. And even if he knows you’re trying to cheat by using the more dominant nickname, he doesn’t seem to care. 

He stands up. “Daddy says lay down.”

Suppressing a grin, you slowly crawl back toward the pillows and settle onto the mattress. And he looks at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, so enticing. You imagine if this were a cartoon, he’d be drooling, and you don’t miss the twitch in his fingers as he attempts to resist chasing after you.

Instead, he’s deliberate. Practiced. Following you onto the duvet and hovering above you before nodding again.

“Daddy says take me out.”

You reach for his belt. Pulling it through each loop before tossing it toward the floor and continuing to his zipper. Once you have enough room, you slip into his briefs and find him. Hard, heavy, and leaking in your palm. You almost drool, too.

You take him out and your lashes flutter as you glance up at him. Looking for his approval which he gives you almost far too easily.

“Good girl,” he whispers. His voice is labored. Thick with lust. “Daddy says put me in.”

You bring him closer and run him up and down your pussy a time or two while you both shudder. And then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he slips in. And everything changes.

He curses and you gasp and the game is over. It doesn’t matter who won because this is why you play. For this feeling, this moment. This familiar and addictive stretch as he pushes in and sends you over the edge.

He puts a hand on your throat and his mouth finds yours. He kisses you—hard, hungry. Sloppy and rushed but full of love. He adores having power over you, but he loves you more. Getting to take you anyway he wants you.

He squeezes your delicate neck and your vision blurs around the edges in the most delicious of ways. He knows what you like and he knows that you’d gladly put your life in his hand any goddamn day of the week. So, he holds you, and he chokes you, and he waits until your gasps are shallow before loosening his grip ever-so-slightly.

“Shit,” he exhales before he’s pulling back and thrusting in. “God, you’re so tight today, lovie.”

You arch off the bed and reach for his back. Nails scraping down his spine while his dark shirt wrinkles beneath your hands. “Daddy, please—”

“I know.” He bites your neck. Pulls the skin between his teeth and laps at it with his tongue. “Fuck. I know, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Poor little cockslut was just so empty while I was gone, hm?”

You nod fervently. You hate when he leaves, hate when his job takes him on trips away from you. And fucking yourself isn’t nearly as good as when he does it.

And he knows it.

“Say it,” he hisses. “Fucking tell me how good I feel.”

You reach for his ass and grip. “So good, Daddy. Needed you so bad.”

He nips at your earlobe and then returns to your mouth. The sound of his cock fucking into your pussy is loud, almost as loud as the sound of him sucking your tongue. And it almost ends you, right there.

He smells like vanilla and sex. A musky, familiar scent that seems to seep into your bloodstream and go straight to your clit.

You don’t imagine either one of you will last much longer, not after being away all this time. But you try, you do. You meet his thrusts as best you can and you kiss your name into his neck until he groans.

“So many things I wanna do to you,” he whispers and he’s gentler now. “God, Bee. You have no idea what I wanna do to you. All the things I imagined as I fucked my fist just thinking of you.”

“Tell me,” you whimper. “Tell me, please, Daddy—”

He curses again. “Want you to sit on my face until I can’t fucking breathe. Wanna taste you—gotta taste you, baby. Missed it so fucking much.” He reaches for your clit and you moan. “Wanna eat my cum out of your pretty pussy and I wanna make your thighs fucking shake.”

God. You tug on his curls and you’re so close. So fucking close.

“Then I wanna watch you bounce on my cock,” he says. His thrusts are harder now. Faster. Sharper. “Wanna bend you over and watch this pretty little ass shake for me.”

Your leg hooks around his hip and you whine his name.

“Wanna have you in the shower, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the car, against the window so they can all watch. Fucking everywhere.”

A strangled sound leaves your throat and you know he means it.

“Want you to fucking own me, Bee.” He slips his hand around the back of your neck and pulls on your roots. “Cause you do. You know that? You fucking own me. I’m yours. Always—”

“Harry,” you gasp.

“Show me you know that,” he hisses. He’s almost there. “Show me you fucking know that I belong to you—”

You come and when you do, everything changes. Lights are brighter, sounds are louder, life is sweeter. You see stars and you see him and you don’t need to see anything else ever again. 

He follows right after, unable to resist the way your pussy clenches around him as you come. He’s warm and it feels like heaven. You hold tight to his shoulders and you ride each other through. It’s not until you writhe away from the ministrations on your clit that he slows to a stop and drops his face to your neck.

“Fuck,” he exhales. You have to agree. “M’sorry. I tried to make it last longer, I swear—”

“No,” you whisper. You take his cheeks between your hands and lift his face to yours. “No, it’s okay. It was perfect, I promise.”

He sighs. “I know, but after all that time, I just…I wanted to do better—”

You shush him and nuzzle your nose against his. “Harry, it was perfect. Trust me. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Yeah?” 

You grin. “Yeah.” You kiss him. “That was quite a fun game.”

He laughs now and the sound is like magic. “You think so?”

“I do. Love it when you tell me what to do.”

He smiles again but you notice the devious expression returning. “Is that right, lovie?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hums and it’s wicked. “Then maybe we should play another round, hm?”

Your stomach flips. You nod.

He smirks.

“Then Daddy says…on my fucking face.”

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