#sub jack sparrow

[minoment]

ofc ofc ofc, sub!jack sparrow supremacy✨ So I didn't really plan this out, but something about jack getting the cockiness fucked outta him…it just does something to me. I don't mind presentation, so you can keep it gender neutral if you like!! Now i'll proceed to obsessively refresh the 'dom reader' tag until you publish it <3

Pairing: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow x Dom GN!Reader

Type: Draft

A/N: Posting this because I promised to get it out <3

Minors DNI <3

You and Jack had gotten off on the wrong foot, to say the least. Well, in your opinion. He didn't seem quite so bothered by it, more.. excited? That definitely ticked you off. He was so.. so infuriating.. so carefree. He treated you like some alluringly gorgeous god of war and that he was some un-killable fool who dared question your presence. Like he was the special one who would never ever be shown your wrath. You hated it.

Jack Sparrow was known across the seas as the luckiest, unlucky but admirable alcoholic to ever stumble upon the slippery decks of a ship. You however, were known as a vicious, territorial, almost Nordic pirate who guarded their claimed land with iron and steel. No one dared to venture near your territory, the pure amount of fear had made you almost forgotten to this day. Not that you minded of course. Stories of your cruelty and maliciousness spread an elaboration of what you were truly like, the tales isolating you in an almost comforting sense of loneliness.

You almost wished you had back that loneliness. But no. Of course not. That fool had made sure to never give you a sense of tranquility ever again.

"HELLLOOOO??"

A shouting voice was heard over the waves, it was slightly slurred and incredibly obnoxious for this early hour. The golden sun peeked over the horizon, sending golden slivers dancing across the waters surface.

You grunted softly, opening an eye and slowly picking yourself off the deck of your ship where you had peacefully been napping. You were an intimidating figure, at least 6'4" and toned from years of taming rough oceans. Your skin was tanned and mottled with scars and tattoos. Your braided and decorated hair glowed a fiery auburn in the growing daylight, 'like molten copper' as your late mother used to say.

Silently, you moved over to the ships edge, raking your cold green gaze over the sandy expanse of the small island you were moored next to. And there he was..

That daft moron got himself stranded a few days ago, somehow separating himself from his crew AND the Black Pearl. You had moored here a few weeks prior, reading the stars and waiting for the perfect time to sail back to your hidden cove you called home. He had dragged himself drunkenly out of the sea not 16 hours ago and your tranquil peace had disappeared from that point forward.

You had no intention of helping him, his constant chatting and one-sided conversations making him insufferable. He was doing it on purpose and you knew that, but it got on your nerves either way.

"What tha fuck d'ya want?" You snapped crossly over the well-kept railing of your ship. Your gaze narrowed as a triumphant smirk played across his lips. He was admittedly handsome, you'd give him that.

"Mornin' lovely..." He singsonged flirtatiously, gazing up at you and shielding his eyes from the now fully-risen sun.

You scowled in disapproval, not appreciating this levelling sort of flirtatious friendliness.

"You know.." He continued thoughtfully, mockingly speaking as if you were some sort of Lord, "I'd really like some food and water.. if you'd be so gallant as to spare some?"

You scowled once more and moved away from the railing. As much as it was 'survival of the fittest' and a constant battle with your stubbornly cruel personality, you couldn't watch a man starve to death with your help right in front of him. Besides, apart from being an infuriating pest, he hadn't actually hurt you.

A neatly coiled rope lay near your mast and you picked it up, carrying it back over to the railing. You secured the end firmly to the rail and dropped it down so the other ratty end dipped into the salty water.

"Climb up before I change my fuckin' mind.." You snapped, tilting your head in a sort of aggressive invitation aboard.

Jack wasted no time in scrambling up the rope like a monkey, your powerful grasp steadying his shoulder and body as he helped himself aboard. He stood to the side as you untied the rope and started to reel it up. His hand absentmindedly rubbed where your fingers had gripped his collarbone, his gaze flicking to your veined, clearly weathered hand as it worked the now sodden rope.

You turned and looked down at him, your gaze becoming ever so less furious as he looked back up at you and thanked you for your generosity. For some reason, you felt a little guilty for not letting him on sooner. He looked like a curious little mutt, his beautiful brown eyes seeming to warm you up from the inside out. You bit the inside of your cheek and looked away, scolding yourself for getting in your head. You motioned Jack to follow and brought him below deck.

Your boat was large yet you were the only one on it. It was decorated beautifully, showing off what obvious peace you had by yourself. There were maps and tapestries in some rooms, others having shark skulls and ornately engraved longswords hung up with bent nails. Apparently you were incredibly creative as well as a ruthless killer.

Jack marvelled your boat before his gaze curiously roamed your broad form. His keen eye took note of your clean clothes, the neat Nordic pattern embroidery and the occasional stain of spattered blood. Your belt held pouches and sheathed knives, all made by you. He admired your physique too, the way your muscles flexed under your skin as your opened the heavy door to your main living area. You didn't smell like the usual pirate either. An alluring scent of spices, fabric, seawater and blood seemed to follow you wherever you walked.

Eventually you sat him down, taking note of his ripped clothes and dirty features. You motioned for him to hold out his hands, working in complete silence as you wiped off his hands with a wet rag. The salt water stung a few scratches but Jack patiently held still, letting you wipe off his neck and face area. You almost did this as a sign of respect before standing up and getting him some clean clothes. You held out the rag and the pail of sea water, wordlessly telling him to get dressed and clean the rest of his body. He did as he was hold and you turned, moving to the other side of the cabin to find some stale bread and dried fish for him to eat.

When you finally turned around, he had washed himself and was getting dressed. Only Jacks upper body remained unclothed and your green gaze wandered over his tan skin. He had many bullet and knife wounds, adding up to the lucky part of his reputation. Personally, you found them quite beautiful although you would rather die than admit it.

"Here.." You said gruffly, handing him the plate of foot and a pouch of rainwater off your person. "Rest for a while.."

"Ah.. thank you.." Jack replied, finishing dressing himself and taking the plate and pouch from you. "I knew ya soul would be as beautiful as your pretty face.."

You sighed silently, moving to pick up his discarded clothes. You walked back up to the sunny desk, laying out Jacks clothes so they would dry and be parched of their salty sea smell.

You moved back below deck, your gaze raking over Jacks now-clothed chest and opening your mouth to ask about his scars.

"You really are nothing like the stories say, are ya?" Jack said as he interrupted your train of thought before you could speak and looked from his food to your eyes.

You paused, momentarily re-arranging your thoughts before speaking.

"No I'm not..." You said eventually, motioning to your own chest in reference to his bullet wound scars. "But you're definitely as lucky as the tales tell.."

Jack looked down and smiled slightly to himself, unable to form a response to that. It felt odd to be complimented by such a stoic and feared persona like yourself.

"What are ya really like then?" Jack asked, drinking the last of his water and letting you take the plate from him.

"I- don't really know.." You replied, stowing the things away before turning back to him. "Well no.. I just can't remember.."

"Why not?" Jack asked with a tilt of his head. "You look like you'd have quite the personality.."

"Near death experience can blanch the personality from your soul I s'pose.." You shrug, leaning back against the ships wall and crossing your arms. You watched him closely. "You definitely have had your fair share of near death experiences, how come you're still an arrogant shit?" You say flatly, making Jack laugh.

"You've got quite the mouth huh?" He smirked, his gaze flicking to your scarred lips in a much more suggestive way than before.

You were a little taken aback by his suddenness but you regained control of yourself and narrowed your eyes. "Answer my question.."

"I guess I'm just better than you.." Jack shrugged with a cocky smirk, obviously trying to rile you up. The annoying thing was, it was working. You gritted your teeth, your jaw tensing.

Jack easily picked up on that and grinned, a soft chuckle escaping him. He knew this was a dangerous game; that only made him want to play it more. It certainly solidified his reputation of the stupidly brave captain.

"You aren't better than me.." You scowled, your hands moving behind you to grip the wooden counter as he began to approach you.

"Oh but I am.." Jack smirked. "You would have killed me by now if I were anyone else in front of you.. am I special?"

The audacity he had. It made your blood boil, but nonetheless you stayed against the wall, watching him like a hawk.

"It makes me wonder.." Jack continued, moving ever closer so his body was mere inches from yours and his calloused hand reached up to cup your face. He leant up and in a little closer, his lips only centimetres from yours. "A great pirate like you.. maybe you've gone soft.. maybe you could even be a whore and-"

That word set something ablaze inside of you, a boiling pit of rage and frustration overflowing within your guts. The only thing you could think about was teaching this cocky brat a lesson. Just before he could finish the rest of his insulting sentence, before he could kiss you; you snapped.

You pushed him back, slamming him against the opposite wall and knocking the breath out of him. Before Jack could get a single word or gasp out of his mouth, you crashed your lips against his and silenced him. His eyes widened in shock before he relaxed. He attempted to bring his hands up to cup your face but you gripped his wrists and slammed them against the wall with your iron grasp. This was a lesson.

You bit down on his lower lip and squeezed his wrists tighter, earning a low whine of protest from Jack as your larger body pushed him up against the wall. Soon your hands left his wrists and he got the message, holding onto the edge of the counter lining the ships wall. Jack gripped the polished wood so hard he thought his rings would splinter the expensive timber. His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his neck, only needing one to pleasurably restrict his blood flow.

Heat pooled between his legs when your hand tightened around his neck, a choked whine escaping his lips as lightheaded pleasure filled his senses. You took this opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, making his legs almost buckle. Your kisses became even more aggressive and vicious as you tasted him, pinning him roughly up against the wall. The fiery taste of rum and salt on his lips spurred you on as Jack mewled in your grasp. You were so good, it made him lose himself almost instantly. The way you squeezed his neck, how your rough fingers pressed against his arteries so he could breathe easily through his nose while you ravaged his now kiss-bitten lips.. he wanted more, oh so much more...

Jacks greed eventually got the better of him and he clawed at your free hand, trying to move it towards his hips. You growled low in your throat, warning him. He didn't listen, desperate for more pleasure as he dug his nails into your hand. You pulled away with a rough curse, gripping his dreaded locks and dragging him away from the wall and down into the next room; your quarters.

The man yelped in a pleasurable sort of pain, opening his mouth to protest. You didn't let him, throwing him down into the messy nest of furs, fabrics, and blankets that was your bed. You held Jack down on his stomach, one hand pressing down between his shoulder blades and your knee in the small of his back. Nothing could be heard except for Jacks laboured breathing, the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, and the metallic noise of you unclasping your belt.

You dragged the thick, worn, leather strap from around your waist before wrapping his tightly around Jacks wrists. He watched as you wrapped the belt further around an iron ring connected to the wall, unable to move his hands. Now that he was restrained and laying on his stomach in your bed, you could begin his real lesson.

Jack buried his face in the fabrics, your scent making arousal rock through his body in steady waves; yet it was also weirdly comforting to him. He felt you over him, your knees on either side of his hips as you leant down to bite and kiss at his neck.

You moved his hair ever so gently to the side, your lips and teeth leaving dark hickeys all over his sweet, salty skin. Jacks breathing became heavy once more as he tried to hide this fact by muffling his face in the furs. Eventually it became too hot and Jack couldn't breathe, so he just lay his head to the side and took it; not even bothering to preserve his dignity or hide his rough pants and gasps anymore when you suckled marks onto his skin.

You were marking Jack as yours and the very thought made his hips stutter forward ever so slightly. A small whine escaped his lips and you scowled, one hand moving to pull his hips up away from the bed. Jack was now face down ass up, a humiliated blush spreading over his features as he panted. One of your hands was in his hair, tightly gripping his locks and keeping his neck exposed while you marked him. The other held his hips, keeping him pressed against your body but unable to grind down against the sheets where he needed it most.

A choked breath was pushed from Jacks lips as he realized exactly what situation he was in. You weren't going to give him any sort of pleasure. You were going to hold him up like this and mark him up until he was a pleading mess. Jack didn't want that, he was greedy for more, anything more; and you knew it.

Jacks heavy panting and gasps filled the room, occasionally breaking it up with low keening whines as you tugged his hair and marked his neck. Eventually he couldn't take this torture any longer.

"P-please.. Indulge me, I beg you.." Jack panted, swallowing and licking his lips. His own breaking, reedy voice surprised him. "Need more..."

Jack lay his head to the side as you pulled away from his neck, letting out a low groan as you squeezed his hips and silently warned him not to try and thrust back down against the bed.

You decided to treat him knowing that his stubborn greed and wants would get both of you nowhere. So instead of taking away what he wanted, you would give it to him. Oh yes you would, you would give him what he wanted until he was a squirming, moaning mess just pleading for you to stop.

Jack practically melted in your grasp once more as your hot mouth came in contact with the sensitive skin of his neck. Your sharp teeth grazed over the fresh bruises, your tongue gliding over their wake.

The sensation distracted his attention long enough for you to slip your large, rough hands into the soft cotton fabric of his pants. the low whine echoing in his throat turned into a strangled moan as your hand wrapped around his stiff, leaking shaft.

He buried his face in the furs once more, his hips trembling as your mouth continued to work at his neck and your hand tightened around his cock. Jack could feel himself dripping into your tight fist as he bit down on the thick wool of a blanket, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Nonetheless, he remained obedient and kept his hips as still as possible while your hand worked him into oblivion.

[before-the-black-pearl]

Have you heard that there was supposed to be second season of the books? I'm so sad knowing that they never came out and never will but it's kind of fun to think about. Do you have any headcanons for what would happen there?

I first read about this waaaaay back before the series ended. I’m forever sad it never happened 😭 I don’t think I have any hcs rn but I’ve always wondered what was planned for that. I still really want Disney to someday do a second series for YJS but as a graphic novel maybe.

When I first saw that, the source said there was supposed to be to be a preview of this second season in The Tale of Billy Turner as well as original concept art of the characters. The gatefold cover was also originally supposed to feature every single major character to have appeared in the series. This book was supposed to have so much more than what it got and it’s so disappointing 😞

I really wish the Walt Disney Archives or maybe the illustrators themselves would release all the concept art. If they were easier to find on social media I would hit them up myself. The only concept art I’ve seen of YJS that was published is one sketch of Jack in a Disney Adventures issue, and I’m not sure if it counts but there’s a prototype version of the cover of book 7 in a Film Fantasy magazine too. I want to see so much more concept art of the books and I’m sad they’ll never come out.

[lovesoakedd]

STOLEN TREASURE, SEIZED BY THE THROAT

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𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝 about characters + language used: jack: (pls no I did NOT name him this because of jack sparrow 😭): transmasc butch, he/him, only bodily description is of his hands mina: she/her, called a girl, terms used for her body include: "pussy," "cunt," "clit," "breasts," "tits," breasts are described as having a weight to them that makes them bounce

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“You know, of all the things I expected my crew to bring to me today, I didn't expect it to be a little thief. You have no worth, no one who’ll pay for your ransom, and now, I have to deal with another mouth to feed.”

When all Jack was met with was silence, he turned around, hands propped on his hips. “Well?”

The girl in front of him should have been meek after having been caught like this, her hand buried in the loot from the ship they had ransacked last week, eager fingers grasping at amethyst and smiling in wonder. Honestly, she had been so poorly obvious about it that Jack couldn’t help but assume that it was her first time. It had to be – who else would be stupid enough to sneak into a ship resting at port, thinking that there’d be no members of the crew there guarding the treasure?

But, the girl – Mina, she said her name was – is staring at him with burning, bright eyes, her mouth clenched into a firm line, as though she’s just moments away from lashing out like a wild animal. Not that that particularly scared Jack – he had been in this business long enough to know exactly how to ease wild things into submission. 

“If my presence here is so useless,” she says coolly, narrowing her eyes. “Then, just let me go. You don’t need me here.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” Jack muses, eyeing her up and down. In all honesty, he’s not too bothered by this turn of events – such happenings have been a common occurrence over the years. He has no intention of punishing any of the fools who dare to attempt thievery with him. From his experience, slight punishment and the humiliation of being caught are enough to have people on their way and making atonement. “Which is why you’ll be dropped off at the second port we reach after this one, and we’ll call it a day.”

She splutters, looking up at him with bulging, disbelieving eyes. “The second next port? Are you insane? It’ll take me weeks to return back to my city.”

Jack shrugs. The punishment he’s bestowing is one entirely too graceful for this situation. This girl should be on her knees, begging for mercy and thanking him for not slicing her throat out and leaving her to drench the floorboards. Instead, she only seems even more indignant that he’s sparing her in such a manner. If she was a thief who, like most in that career, had been bred to steal since birth, then she’d know that Jack is being unnecessarily generous with her life. 

No, this is the indignancy of someone higher up. This is the entitlement of someone who’s never faced the harsher, crueller punishments of this world before.

“It’s an inconvenience, that’s for certain, but by no means impossible.”

She scoffs, and Jack’s mouth twitches in amusement. “It’s ridiculous, is what it is. If you’re not going to kill me, just bring me back to the port where I was caught.”

This is exactly what Jack means. She speaks about her own death with such unwavering confidence, as though she’s completely certain that not a blade can penetrate her skin. Her skin, which isn’t roughened or scarred by years of labour or crime. How did Jack not realize it sooner? This girl is the picture of blue blood. 

“We’ve already set sail,” he says coolly, leaning on the beam supporting lower decks. “I’m not going to inconvenience my crew just to make things easier.”

“But, you’re inconveniencing me, and–”

“And?” Jack asks, cocking his head as he slowly saunters over. When he reaches Mina, whose eyes are wide with what he suspects is shock at his proximity, he lowers himself, crouching down to her height from where she sits on the hammock. “What exactly do I owe you? You make a feeble attempt to steal from me, I spare you, and you’re whining about having to travel back home?”

Her lashes flutter, mouth parting in surprise. Jack’s eyes flicker down, swallowing hard at the sight of her lips, softened probably by some expensive oil they’ve got down there. “I’m not whin–”

“Shut up,” Jack murmurs, grabbing her jaw, privately relishing in how undignified she looks when her cheeks are squished in his grasp. 

“I–”

“No,” he says, his voice lowering to the kind of consulting one might reserve for a stubborn dog. “Release the attitude.”

Her lovely throat, so unmarked, so innocent, bobs as she swallows down his words, her glossy eyes frozen on him.

With a satisfied hum, he gently pushes her face away, his tight grip freeing her cheeks. “Good. Now, if you’re gonna be a thorn in my ass–”

“It’s thorn in your side–”

“Then, you might as well make yourself of some use.”

“Meaning?”

He lets his gaze rove over her, taking in the swell of her breasts revealed from the tight pinch of her fabric. The cleavage is just barely revealed, the dip of it peeking from the neckline. He licks his lips, feeling a throb from between his thighs. When was the last time he had such an innocent, lovely little brat like her bent over his knees?

She shifts, a hand flying up to her bosom. When his eyes languidly roam up to her face, his mouth twitches at the sight of her downturned mouth and sharpened gaze.

“How dare you stare at me like that?” she gasps, reeling back.

He snorts, taking note of the way her chest rises up and down rapidly. “I apologize. As for your task, you can empty the piss bucket.”

“The– I, what?”

“Servants have probably been doing it for you for years,” he snarks, stepping back to unlatch the door and return to the upper deck. 

“Servants? How did you–”

Before she can finish her sentence, he’s already slammed the door, amusement bubbling in his stomach from her little show of defiance. 

–

Mina had really anticipated for this experiment to have gone differently. 

After weeks upon weeks of the rope set in place around her neck beginning to wind tighter and tighter, she had grown weary, crumbling under the weight of her mother’s constant demands. As well as desperate, the expectation of a soon-to-come offer of engagement haunting her innermost thoughts every night. It sent her stomach pulsing with anxiety, and every nerve in her body pinching until she was restless. 

So, she had hatched a plan. If she couldn’t find freedom within her city due to the power her parents wielded, she’d find it outside of its parameters. 

She had heard of the crew stationed at the docks, and knew of their mercy. Unlike other pirates, they’re infamous for having a captain who isn’t a man, and a set of morals that only permits murder if abuse or significant stealing takes place on their ship. Which, yes, is not the most comforting of sentiments, but when one is as desperate as Mina, it sounds like good odds.

And so, her plan had been to sneak onto the ship, and hopefully, as much of a stretch as it was, secure a place there temporarily. Just anything to buy her some time, far from her family. A half-year of freedom was better than nothing. And she can hide it behind the excuse of being taken by force in order to avoid punishment from her parents. They’d never believe that she was a willing participant.

And yet, she couldn’t even manage to accomplish that much, caught red-handed with her fingers brushing reverently over the gems found on deck. The pads of her finger had barely brushed the edges of one before two men had yanked her by her shoulders, dragging her into a rotten-smelling room filled with hammocks, and tossing her ungracefully onto the floor. It’s the roughest treatment she had ever dealt with before, and her entire body had grown hot in humiliation.

Unfortunately for her, though, the unceremonious handling had continued as a common theme that day, with the captain soon emerging through the door, wide-shouldered and strong. He had been all curt words and laughing eyes, shaking around her face as though she were a child receiving reprimands.

He was smart, too. More than Mina had anticipated. They had only spoken for ten minutes at maximum, and somehow, he had caught onto the fact that she was bred of wealth and money. 

It’s embarrassing, really, just how obvious she was. 

It’s not like she’s unaware of her privileged stature, and how that may show in her day-to-day life, just as Jack’s upbringing made itself evident in his lack of hesitation in physical contact. A lack that never existed in the refined, self-contained world she came from, built off the bars of self-restraint. But, still, she thought she wasn’t so spoiled that her upbringing immediately swivels its ugly head upon her first interaction with a person.

And, Lord, was she wrong about that. And about how much of an adventure this would be. Instead of getting a taste of freedom, she’s been declared a burden whom the crew plans to unload two stops from now – in just a month and a half. And then, she’ll have to deal with the chaos of trying to get back home. How lovely.

And to pour salt into the wound, rubbing and fingering until she’s practically seething in pain, she’s so ridiculously seasick. 

On her fourth day of vomiting profusely over the edge of the ship, wincing as it splatters along the side, her face twists in contempt when she hears Jack’s laughter. It’s a familiar sound at this point – rough, low, coated in silk. She absolutely despises it, for it makes her feel small and weak. She’s accustomed to walking with the confidence of her family’s roots following behind her like a dark shadow. Here, though? She’s stripped bare of it, left with nothing but the painful self-awareness of just how incapable she is. A fact Jack never fails to remind her of. 

“Need me to hold your hair back, princess?” he taunts, his strong arms hanging off the edge as he watches her thoughtfully.

She ducks her head down, her guts tightening under the weight of his stare. “No, thank you.”

“You sure? Would hate for all the time that went into those tresses to go wasted,” he muses, lifting a long finger and twining it about in the hair hanging by her shoulder.

She sneers, leaning back from his touch, nearly shivering when the rough skin of his fingertip scrapes against her cheek. “I suppose you find amusement in such luxuries.”

“I would, but it does make for pretty things like you, so I can’t find it in myself to complain.”

She rolls her eyes, trying to stifle the flutters raging in her stomach from knowing he actually thinks her pretty. She should not, absolutely not, grow any sort of affection or attachment to any of the crew members here. She is to leave in six weeks, not to mention the fact that they’re unkempt, roguish, always mocking her, belittling her and laughing at her expense. She cannot believe she once thought she’d manage multiple months here, months that in her idealized thoughts, were anticipated to be filled with euphoria and all sorts of freedom. 

Instead, all she’s getting is a total of two months on board. And as of now, it seems it’ll be nothing but seasickness and writhing, aching shame from being the common joke.

“Don’t flatter me,” she rasps out, pressing a cloth, scented with lavender, to her nose.

“Do I really appear that disingenuous?” he drawls out, his head cocked at her.

“You steal for a living,” she deadpans. “Of course I don’t store faith in your ability to be genuine.”

“And yet, you came here, anyways.”

She stiffens, acutely aware of the hypocrisy that turns her thoughts so rancid.

“Why?” he prods, his eyebrow raising. His tone isn’t mocking, for once, but genuinely earnest. “Was it curiosity?”

Torn between wanting to answer just to be rid of him versus the desire to seek some knowledge from the years of experience he clearly has obtained, she answers. “It was too difficult to remain at home. I wanted to experience something entirely different, something on the other end of the spectrum.”

“You thought I would keep you on the ship to give you that?”

A twinge of embarrassment blooms in her chest and she grinds her teeth down. “For longer than a mere two months.”

He sighs, extracting his gaze from her in favour of the horizon. “I can’t do that. You’re of no use here.”

It’s strange, for it’s not like she’s been relishing in her time here. All her five senses have been plagued with some new form of torture since her first day, she has become something of a laughing stock, and being amongst people so damned efficient only highlights how little self-sufficiency she’s sustained over the years of spoils and riches. But, still. To hear herself be rendered to something useless that they cannot afford to keep because she provides that little help – it stings something terrible.

“I’m aware,” she bitterly grits out. “I just wanted a chance to–”

“Seize some freedom?”

When she says nothing, he taps his long fingers on the railing, eyes seeming glazed over as he speaks slowly, as though carefully selecting every word. “I understand that feeling. I was not, well, born to this lifestyle.”

When she sends him a questioning glance, he scoffs. “No, I was not blue-bellied. My father was a merchant. But, a traditionalist, nonetheless.”

“One who I suppose didn’t take kindly to…” she trails off, her eyes falling over his body.

“No. One who indeed did not take kindly to it,” he confirms, his eyes steady and cold like steel.

Yet, somehow, admirably enough, he doesn’t sound angry. Despite the injustice of having to succumb to piracy in order to live his life as he pleases, he does not sound bitter or sour about the ordeal. In his tone, there is the tired edge of resignation, paired with the sharpness of resolve. As though his father’s rejection only further refined and solidified the basis of his determination. 

“Do you ever imagine how it would be if things were different?” she asks quietly. While her parents grate her to no end, she cannot possibly imagine having a life outside of them. The only concerning aspect of that notion is that she’s unsure if it’s due to genuine affection or having never possessed the choice of an alternate path.

“When I was younger, more innocent, perhaps.” He shrugs, as though the topic is one of little consequence to him, though she can see the way his lips purse together. “As a child, it used to frustrate me to no end. I was convinced that as his child, he ought to be proud of me for mirroring him. In fashion, in stance, all of that. When I saw he gave none of that approval to me, but to my brother, it made me seethe with envy.”

She feels a pinch of sympathy in her stomach, her eyebrows drawing together in focus. She supposes she understands that. Even growing up herself, femininity was only permitted to present itself in very specific, self-contained ways. There was no creativity she was allowed to take with it, no freedom, no broken expectations. There was a regime, a certain path to follow in order to prove herself a woman. She fought and fought, but eventually, it became easier to be lured into complacency. To snap at the maids who tore her dress, to angrily throw an outfit at the wall when it became mud-stained. It’s those little moments of rage that give her some comfort, some relief, while still managing to uphold the front that she is on the correct path to womanhood.

“I understand,” she mutters, the words tasting foreign when said towards Jack. “My family is difficult regarding appearances and identity, too. Though, I suspect our problems are quite different. But, I…” she trails off, hoping he will not laugh at her. “I’m sorry, nonetheless. I can imagine how angering it is.”

He’s silent for a few moments, and she dares not look at him, humiliation beginning to swell in her. How stupid it is to compare her experiences to his. Any pain she’s felt has probably been thrusted upon him tenfold.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, absentmindedly scratching at his forehead. “I’m fine now, though. It was once angering, that’s for certain. But, I have grown to detach from it.”

“How long does it take to accomplish that?” she asks, clenching her teeth together.

“Years. But, don’t rush yourself. Feeling that sense of hopelessness should be the last resort.”

“I’m already teetering on the edge of it.”

He huffs an amused laugh. “I can tell. Sneaking onto a pirate ship for a world of adventure? It’s the stuff of fiction.”

She glares at him, instinctively smacking his arm. “Well, fiction has been a constant companion for years.”

“Huh, that makes the lack of personal boundaries more understandable,” he muses, giving a pointed glance to where she just hit him.

“You’re one to speak! You were barely an inch away from me when we first met!”

“And are you to tell me you truly didn’t enjoy that?”

Mina splutters from the screeching shift to flirtation, feeling as though her mind becomes crushed into something malleable, unable to weave together proper sentences. Jack is watching her carefully, like a predator lurking within the bushes, peeking at her unabashedly through the leaves and vines. As though she’s for his taking.

She clears her throat, trying to ignore the almost nauseating roll of anticipation that courses through her stomach. “I did not. You’re a stranger.”

“And? That doesn’t stop me from feeling something of a… carnal nature for someone.”

Her eye twitches. “That’s because you were most likely raised to perceive sex as anything other than the meaningful union of two people in love.”

He chuckles, the timbre of it so smooth and husky, like the dollop of caramel that was planted on those cakes that had been served upon her seventeenth birthday. She wonders how such a sound would taste solidified – if it’d be just as smooth and thick as the sweet nectar that had seeped into her tongue those years ago.

“It’s meaningful, but something can be meaningful without love.”

“Coming from a pirate – typical, but unsurprising.”

The dimple by the corner of his mouth deepens. And as does his mischief, it seems, for he steps closer to her, the weight of his body a steady heat against the breeze of the ocean.

“You are to tell me that if you had the chance to experience such touch, even once, before the wedding night to a man you’ll inevitably one day be forced into the arms of, you wouldn’t take it?”

She gulps, keeping her head pinpointed down, gaze honed in on the rolling, crystal blue waves. “Yes.”

She stiffens as he moves closer, his mouth edging to her ear, breath warm and moist as he breathes, “Not even one night of pleasure?”

“Not even a night,” she mutters, her voice beginning to tremble.

“Nor even hour upon hour of slow kisses, wet touches of a tongue, fingers that can reach places you didn’t even know existed?” he husks, his breath tickling the lobe of her ear and making a jolt of a shiver shoot down her spine.

She tries to suppress it by stiffening her posture, keeping herself upright lest her hips twitch or her body tremble. “Nor that.”

Out of spite, she almost wants to mention that she’s found every spot possible, and does not need his assistance, but she’s well-aware that revealing that will be to her utter demise. And so, she gently sinks her teeth into her tongue, holding back.

His fingers skim along the opening at the back of her dress, loosened from the usual confines her mothers insist on wearing. His fingertips are dry, slightly scratchy with calluses, and they’re infinitely tender along her soft skin. And somehow, that makes it harder to ignore. If he was rough, manhandling her, she could shrug him off, yell at him, dismiss him as a brute unworthy of her time. But, these gentle, soft touches promise a night of patience, one where he’d handle her body with something akin to reverence. 

It’s hard to resist the anticipation of that. Not that the rougher touches don’t have their merit too.

God, why did she think of that? Now, thoughts of Jack groping her are spilling through her mind, his large hands sinking into her ass, grabbing her by the tits to yank her forward. Pressing into her jaw, like he did on that first day, while he hovers on top of her, leering and smiling.

His hand splaying out, palm pressing into her back, is what awakens her from the stream of lewd thoughts and she jerks away, sending him a sharp glare. Though, snapping her head at him momentarily sends their noses brushing, which makes her reel back. God, even the mere tip of his against hers has her face feeling like it’s set aflame. 

“You seem very sure,” he mutters, eyes roving along her features as though they have all the time in the world.

She scoffs, pulling away further. “Well, I am.”

She absolutely, irrevocably is not sure. 

–

Jack is certain she isn’t either when one night, he has a pretty little thing on his lap, his breath moist on her neck, hands squeezing at her thighs beneath her skirts. For one second, his eyes are tracking her plunging neckline, skimming languidly along the dip of her cleavage, and then, he’s spotting Mina, peeking through the open entrance of the tavern.

He spots her so quickly that he doubts she notices, ensuring that his gaze flicks back to the woman taking residence on his lap. He wants to see just how long he can draw this out and wring out her innocent curiosity. Though, deep in his gut, he’s slightly impressed that she actually had the gall to sneak off the ship.

While he’s certain that Mina believes him to be a cruel dictator for deciding she only gets to leave the ship upon the second port they stop at since her arrival, he has his reasons. One of them being that the first port they’d reach, the one they’re currently stationed at, is much too dangerous to secure Mina a safe passage to her home city. And secure Jack plans to, an additional part of her departure he hasn’t told her of yet. He has to keep her on her toes somehow. Spoiled thing she is, she deserves the punishment of nervous anticipation. 

He had firmly told her earlier that she was to spend the rest of the evening on the ship, with the spare men who chose to stay back rather than spend a spirited few hours in town. She had frowned and stomped, demanding for a night off of what she called “this stifling, suffocating ship,” but he hadn’t faltered, simply patting her cheek and ordering her to stay put.

Judging by the insolence she’s currently embodying, he supposes he ought to have been more stern on her. Lord knows what could have happened if she had run into the wrong sort of company and had gotten harmed. The tavern isn’t far from where the ship is docked, yes, but in this town, any distance is harmful if you don’t have the correct skills to protect yourself. And judging from Mina’s lack of motor skills whenever the ship sways or bumps, constantly tripping over her skirts and tumbling to the ground, she very much does not.

The only benefit is the molten desire beginning to stir in his stomach, pooling low and making him throb. The knowledge of her being there, eyes caressing his form as he takes care of the woman giggling in his lap and rubbing the tight muscle webbed in the back of his neck, has him biting back a grin. It was crystal clear from their talk a few weeks ago that deep inside, perhaps even past the bounds of her own awareness, she desired sex. It was clear in the way she downright trembled from his touch, goosebumps erupting over her skin when he muttered low in that way he knows has people writhing. 

He’ll give her some satiation. Just a bit for tonight. Though, he’d be lying if he said putting on a show for her was solely for her own sake. 

With a harsh clearing of his throat, trying to minimize the bubbling laughter rising up his throat, he presses his face deeper into the woman’s neck. His lips hanging open, he lathers soft, wet kisses to her neck. She releases a sweet gasp, the arm looped around his neck tightening as he places more pressure on the tender skin, his open-mouth kisses hard and pointed. When he reaches a spot under her ear, he pauses, his mouth encircling the patch of skin and sucking it slowly, his eyes shutting in concentration as her deep breaths soften into a long whine.

Meanwhile, his hand buries further under her skirts, slithering into the warm crevice between her thighs. He hisses when the tips brush against the tight coils of her hair, idly toying with them as he skims his teeth along her jaw. He loves this – methodically tugging out every small, uncontrollable noise, lavishing his attention until someone’s body becomes utter puddy, subjected to every overwhelming sensation he instigates. A canvas just waiting to be painted with marks, brushed over and stroked until a flaming array of colours are set to life behind squeezed eyes.

And knowing Mina – fiery, stubborn, petulant Mina – is watching it all unfold has his arousal strengthened by a tenfold. His thoughts drift to the wetness that must be seeping against her folds, the way she must be rubbing her thighs together as she watches them.

It pushes him on further, the hand cupping the woman’s waist raising to sink a finger between her chest and the fabric tightly enclosing it. He stubbornly tugs until her breasts lunge out, a deep groan rumbling in his chest at the sight of her perky nipples. He ducks down, taking one in his mouth, lips fondling the bud while his fingers rub delicately at the other. He can feel her beginning to rub her ass down on her lap, hips moving in slow circles as he toys with her sweet, sagging tits.

He can’t resist the urge pulsing through him, and mouth still on one tit, his eyes flutter open, locking right onto Mina.

Who is staring directly at him, hand pressing down to her mound. 

This time, he lets his gaze linger long enough to give her a few seconds to register having been caught. Her eyes bulge out, lips parting as she freezes in place, the slight movements of her arms immediately halting. He can sense her humiliation, her gaze beginning to skitter about, as though she’s torn between meeting his stare or slinking away into the dark night.

When she chooses the latter, concern shoots through him and he grits his teeth. Still causing him trouble, the menace. 

After ushering a very dissatisfied woman off his lap, murmuring a quick apology, he wipes the smear of wetness on his trousers, rushing out of the tavern.

As soon as he steps out, the cool air coats his skin, rubbing it until it’s tingling to the touch. His eyes carefully scan the street, panic beginning to flip in his guts as he searches through the night crowd buzzing along the lanes, laughing and engaging in all flavours of debauchery. Fuck, if she’s lost, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. 

When his head swings to the side and he finds her braced against the outside wall of the tavern, he feels his shoulders sag in relief. He rolls them before moving towards her, a prickling sense of self-awareness beginning to surge through him now that the heat of the moment has dimmed. 

“Why’d you come here?” he asks, halting right in front of her, hands settled on his hips.

“Why? Did I interrupt your time with that woman?” she snaps, eyes burning with fire as she stares at him pointedly.

He snickers softly, satisfaction trilling through him. Her meaning is clear as a summer sky, shining on him and casting him under the heat of her jealousy. “I’d much rather know what you’re up to out here.”

“Oh, so I’m a second option – is that it?”

His mouth twitches. He’s never able to resist draining pleasure from her rage. It’s simply too attractive to behold, and instigates a strong itch in him to discipline her. “There’s no competition happening here. This was simply an exchange of pleasure you caught sight of.”

“You are disgusting,” she spats out. “An exchange of pleasure? Is that all sex means to you?”

A twinge of irritation flickers through him, disliking the conclusions she is leaping to for yet the second time. Despite the days they have spent together, filled with banter and the occasional, more intimate conversation, she is still, by all means, merely an acquaintance. One who doesn’t possess the level of knowledge required to make such an accusation of him. 

“Not always. But, when I am spending a single evening off the ocean, finally surrounded by women other than my crewmates who I’ve known from years–”

“You haven’t known me for years.”

Jack’s frustration is stomped out with a spark of mischief upon her argument, which seems to have slipped out of her mouth without permission, judging by the way she immediately clamps it shut. 

“I’m aware,” he chuckles, taking a step closer to her, his chest brushing hers. God, it’s so shapely, hugged just right by that obnoxious, lace-trimmed dress she insists on wearing no matter how long she’s been on the ship for. “No crewmate of mine has ever been on the receiving end of so much ogling from me.”

Her throat, so lovely, so tempting to be marked, moves as she gulps. 

When it seems she’s been stunned into silence, he moves even closer, his body pressed firmly into hers, coaxing her back to fully plant against the wall. “And do you not consider yourself a hypocrite? Accusing me of my exchange of pleasure, when as I recall it, you, too, derived some pleasure out of it?”

Her breath hitches in her throat. “I–I did not–”

“You did,” he husks, his face slowly tipping towards hers. “I could see that haze in your eyes, that eager little hand. You were wanting, were you not? Playing a third to that woman and I?”

“I am no third–”

His hand gently closes over her throat. “Shut up.”

A breathless little moan is wrenched from her, and his smile curls up wickedly. Ah, there she is.

He squeezes gently, the dip of his nose pressing into her cheek as he greedily sucks in her scent. It’s a mix of saltwater, musky sweat and sweet perfume. He could get drunk off of it, sniffing it until it’s soaked into his mind, tinging every thought with her presence. 

“If I knew this is all it took to get you to quiet,” he muses, licking a warm, wet stripe along her cheek, “I would have choked you a lot sooner.”

Her body stutters when his other hand gropes her ass, nails digging in through the layers as he kneads the plush skin of it. He continues to plant, sloppy, dripping kisses across her cheek, down her jaw, the ministrations producing wet little squelches that have his stomach tightening in anticipation. 

“Ah,” she whines, her head lolling back, lightly thumping against the wall.

He slides his hand from her neck, cupping the back of her head to cradle it from the rough concrete as his soft little kisses draw closer to her mouth. Right as his breathing ghosts over it, the warm puffs from her mouth intermingling with his, he whispers, “Is this alright?” Beneath the lust, hot and aching in him, is the underbelly of concern. He knows she can’t be too experienced – in fact, perhaps she has none beyond her own hands. 

He leans back, carefully peering at her. 

She nods eagerly, licking her lips.

With a deep chuckle, he captures her lips in his. She’s immediately making her desire for him known, the folds and dips of her body molding into his as she wraps her arms around his neck, tugging him close to her. One hand still buried in her skirts, clutching onto her ass, his other arm wraps around her torso, holding her close as his mouth languidly explores hers, tongue slipping through to lick into her mouth, rubbing along her teeth and meeting her clumsy flicks with smooth, massaging strokes.

She eagerly bucks into him, her hips jolting forward without rhythm, and something in his chest swells. She’s like fresh fruit hanging low on the branches, so easy for the taking. 

“Someone is eager,” he drawls, his voice raspy with desire and his mouth moves back to her neck, nipping at the juncture where it curves into her shoulder.

She cries out from the prick of it, nails scratching at his back through his shirt and vest. “You’re so rude to me, so undignified, I hate– mmph,” she moans as he forces her into a bruising kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

“Something tells me you need someone to treat you in all sorts of undignified manner,” he hisses against her mouth. “Just dreaming and aching to be taken as something other than fragile.”

Before she can respond, he’s silencing her with another harsh kiss, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip, chewing and sucking until it’s pink and swollen with his rough toying. And she’s all the more pliable, panting desperately against him as he tarnishes her mouth, turning it into a filthy pit of spit and teeth as her tongue chases him, drool spilling from the corners. It’s so slippery and wet, making him feel dizzy, and he parts from her to circle his lips around the pink muscle, sucking on it until her eyes are drifting shut, high whines creeping up her throat and tumbling out. 

When his hand strokes from her ass to her thigh, beginning to rack up the fabric of her dress, she freezes against him.

He immediately clenches tighter on her dress, pulling away to search her face for any signs of discomfort. “What’s wrong?”

Her gaze shifts to behind him before returning to his face. When he leans in, head tilted in curiosity, she whispers, “I want us to be alone.”

That sends a possessive bolt pulsing through him. Fuck, she wants them alone, away from any prying eyes – only belonging to each other in the throes of their pleasure. Only he will get to see her this way, and judging by her earlier anger, she most likely wants him only for her. The notion doesn’t make him feel even close to being controlled – rather, it makes him hot with desire. He very much likes the idea of belonging to her. 

Many long, seemingly everlasting minutes later, filled with Jack squeezing her ass and igniting hot, angry glares from her, they’re stumbling into his room, mouths clashing together. His rough hands are immediately at her dress, tugging at the stubborn laces and willing them to free her body to his ardent gaze. Everytime his knuckles brush along a sensitive spot on her body in the process of doing so, she releases another short-lived, sweet noise into the heat of his mouth, which later latches down to her neck, sucking bruising marks.

When he manages to get through the tight ribbons of her dress, unsheathing her body to his hungry gaze, he feels his mouth grow watery at the sight of her breasts. They’re so pretty, the weight to them giving a bounce that has his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head, mind whirring with thought of how they’d move when he fucks his cock into her.

And her nipples – God, they’re both erect in the chill of his room, swollen and wrinkled slightly at the edges. His lips tingle in desire for them, thumbs reverently brushing them, testing the waters to see how sensitive her untouched body is. When she twitches, he ducks down, taking one into his warm, wet mouth, tongue flicking along it until it’s dripping in his spit.

Her torso immediately juts out in response, her eyes squeezed shut, as though she cannot bear to see him making love to her body. She writhes delightfully from the light strokes from his tongue, clearly sensitive and unable to tame her reactions. But, he can sense the tension in her shoulders, the way her body is stiff and upright. 

He eases in close, his hands roaming over her tummy, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Kissing her cheek, he whispers, “You are a sight to behold.”

Her skin grows textured with tiny bumps, a shy laugh flowing from her lips. It makes him swallow hard, unaccustomed to hearing a noise so pleasant and vulnerable from her. It’s so different from the fiery, unattainable brat he’s come to know these past weeks, and it softens him to realize how much trust she’s storing within him to be this open. 

“It’s true,” he quietly insists, nibbling on her earlobe, soothing the sting with his tongue. “I’ll take good care of you.”

She shivers hard, and he pulls back with an amused quirk of his mouth. 

“Does someone like the sound of that?” he hums, coaxing her steps backwards, so that knees hit the edge of the mattress and send her flying into the luxurious, plush blankets. She curls into them like a cat, clearly having grown to miss such fine treatment when she’s in the duration of her sharing a room with the rest of the crew. He shrugs off his vest, smiling down at the sight of her so content.

“No,” she murmurs, the word so lazy that there’s barely a lick of conviction in them. He knows she’s just being a brat for the sake of stubbornness. 

“No?”

The question seems to jolt her out of her relaxed reunion with a bed. Propping herself on her elbows, the spitting image of ruin with her dress shoved to her waist and her tits popped out, she tips her chin up in defiance. “No.”

He rolls up his sleeves. “Oh, we’ll see how well that holds up.”

In a matter of seconds, too fast for her untrained eyes to anticipate, he has her pressed stomach-down into the mattress, his fingers holding onto her dress with a death grip as he drags it down. She whines into the pillow, her hips wiggling in what he assumes is a split between eagerness and humiliation. Pressing his face in the spot between her shoulder blades, licking long stripes along the skin until she’s sheen with his mark, he tugs the dress down, pinching her undergarments along the way, moving and moving until she’s completely nude. 

His hands are immediately on her ass, massaging and pushing the cheeks together and apart. His thumbs dip into the gap, using the grip to open up her ass, licking his lips at the sprinkle of hair running down her ass and then spreading wide at her pussy. And fuck, her pussy. It’s coated in arousal, glinting under the dim light of the night sky, practically begging to be fucked whole with something.

“God, you’re so desperate,” he mumbles, his thumb pushing down to playfully brush at her folds.

She bucks against the mattress from the touch, her words shaky as she mumbles, “It’s not my fault, you did this to me!”

He smirks at the accusation of her tone. “Do I have to bend you over my knee to get you to shut up?”

Face half-pressed into the pillow, she sends him a wide, doe-eyed look.

His hold on her ass tightens painfully at the revelation, eyes hooded and trained on her. “You’re such a whore, I swear.”

“And you’re such a–”

He doesn’t give her the time to finish, his palm coming down to deliver a sharp smack to her ass, sending the fat of it jiggling. When she cries out, her eyes screwing shut, his voice softens to a coo, murmuring, “Sweet girl, I’m sorry. You’ll do better, right? Make sure I don’t have to do that again?” As he speaks, his hand strokes at the hot patch of skin.

“You think I’m just going to– ah!”

Her words shatter into a loud wail as he smacks her ass again, this one harder and sending the noise bouncing off the walls. He takes an utter, shameless delight in how she crumbles under his harsh touches, so pliant in how she sinks further into the blankets, burying her face into the pillow as she keens. She’s impossibly endearing – such a sharp, stinging mouth, but so easy to turn into complete mush, malleable and weak to influence.

Before she can talk, he gives her two more consecutive ones, darkly laughing from the way her body gets so tender from it, wriggling as tears gush from her eyes. He takes a sadistic sort of satisfaction in seeing her finally broken down like this, her insistent attitude finally crumbling to a complete stop. And how goddamn sweet it is, seeing Mina, his Mina, soft and sensitive, entrusting him to look after her and give into all of her needs, no matter how dark and salacious. He wants to relish in this success, as well as for her to fully embrace it – embrace both the loss of control and her great pleasure, which is perhaps one of the only times she’ll experience it in her lifetime.

The thought makes his jaw clench, but he shoves it away, choosing to lean into a very different idea that flares to life in his mind.

“Roll on your back, then sit up,” he commands, kicking off his boots.

And finally, to his deep pleasure, she obeys.

–

Mina’s back to Jack’s chest, he keeps her legs spread open, grabbing her jaw and coaxing her to look at herself in the reflection of the mirror across from them. She immediately squirms at the sight, her tummy clenching in pointed embarrassment. Her pussy is absolutely drenched, creating silky strings of liquid along the tuff of hair there, clinging to the pad of his finger as he draws the digit along her pussy, dipping it near her hole. She clenches on nothing feeling her insides scrape with the desire to be filled.

“You want it?” he mutters close to her ear. 

Her hips shift instinctively on the bed, excitement thumping through her body as she feebly nods. She’s only ever had her own fingers inside of her before. But, Jack’s consistent concern throughout the evening has her more relaxed than she ever thought she’d be capable of during her first time. A first time that was always envisioned with the shadow of a man, face blocked out, downright unbearable for her to look at.

So different from Jack, whose face she wants to drink up so badly that she’s willing to face the sight of her own in the mirror.

His long finger sinks in just barely, prodding gently. His nail just barely brushes the rim of her hole, making her hips flinch in want. She just wants him to sink, bury and claim her. Her mind is almost delirious with the want of it – it’s scary, terrifying even, to be so clouded by her own bodily desires, shameful and depraved. But, every nerve in her is so drenched in the need for it that she cannot even muster enough self-deprecation to stop him.

His finger slowly inches in her, passing through her tight entrance and filing out her hole, which immediately latches onto him, as though her body is urging her to trap him inside forever and never let him go. The unfamiliarity of someone else’s finger in her has her squirming, the lack of guidance she holds over the act making every movement inside her feel all the more important, her body caught off guard with every twitch and push. 

When his finger has fully slid in, the tip already pushing into that special spot tucked deep away in her, he groans right in her ear, “There you are.”

The words, purred with equal measures cockiness and pleasure, have her tightening around him immediately. His long, thick finger in her has her burning with the ache of it – but, it’s not bad, not at all. In fact, it has the deep ache that’s been pumping through her pussy finally sated. And the relief is immense.

She thinks it can’t get better until he starts rocking his finger inside of her, her walls sucking him in each time he dips back in, pleading for him to stay. But, he never strays too far, his finger still half in her before plunging again, getting harder, less relenting, with each thrust. The throb of it has her whining, her head laying upon his shoulder as he wraps an arm around her tummy, bracing her to his steady body as he fucks her languidly. 

When his second finger is met with resistance, he hums coyly. “Someone hasn’t toyed with the rules much, has she?”

“Well, with my schedule, I– oh,” she breaks into a moan when his second finger begins nudging her entrance, “it’s hard to manage time for exploration.”

He leans over to his bedside table, pulling out a screeching drawer. “And what exactly are you doing in this busy schedule?”

When she doesn’t answer, lost in the flex of his shoulders as he leans over the bed, he rebukes her with a rough jerk into her pussy.

She bounces from it, a staggering gasp shooting from her lips. “I–I attend business meetings with my father, I arrange events with my mother–”

“Very lively,” he mutters, using his teeth to pop the knob off.

“It is,” she defends. Though, she doesn’t add that it’s only lively to some, her being excluded from that group. While it keeps her busy, most definitely, it is the kind of occupation that leaves her empty at the end of the day. Nothing fulfilling is tied into it, no real, authentic joy derived from the meetings and engagements bordered by social regime.

He kisses the back of her neck, and her mouth twists in emotion, the gesture feeling like a silent apology, a sympathetic link tethering them to each other, just as that first tender conversation they shared.

When he eases his finger out, spilling on it what she now realizes is oil, his touch is kinder, two fingers pushing into her slowly as she wraps tightly around him. A breathy moan escapes her lips, suddenly notching to a higher pitch when his other hand lowers and begins to rub on her clit, helping her through the sting. When it’s finally faded to a dull ache, she finds herself seized with the urge to have him take her carnally the way he once mentioned. She doesn’t want her body to be treated sweetly with the pity of someone who knows she has a lifetime of unhappiness ahead of herself. She wants to be fucked and debauched thoroughly. 

“That’s the best you can do?” she goads, her tone velvet-wrapped in arousal.

He snarkily laughs, the noise making her head spin. “Don’t insult me.”

His fingers begin jamming into her with a brutal intensity, making her release a strangled cry. With each severe, pointed press into the spongy spot buried deep in her, the tingles racing from her pussy to the rest of her body deepen, mind numb with pleasure.

“Look at how well you open up,” he rasps against her ear. “Like this cunt was made for fucking.”

She cannot bear to look at the mirror, his words humiliating despite being so, so good. His hand grabs her jaw, fingers smacking gently into her cheek, sending the skin rippling. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone stupid just from two fingers,” he mumbles lazily, kissing her cheek.

Out of sheer determination, she forces herself to look at the mirror, nearly gasping at the sight of his two girthy fingers pumping into her steadily, her hole completely swallowing him as sticky white streams of her arousal begin to wrap around his knuckles. Her entire body is painted with a thin layer of sweat, and she can feel it gathering in the crease beneath her breasts, sticky and wet. 

The nastiest squelches are coming from between her thighs, and his middle and ring finger rhythmically slide in and out of her, abusing her swollen, rubbery spot. When his other hand braces against her lower tummy, flattening to create a warm pressure, she jerks up in response. And God, does she look wanton in this state – hair sticking to her forehead, tongue lolling out, eyes half-lidded as he pushes every limitation. And the sight of Jack doesn’t ease her arousal at all – his face is contorted in stone focus, jaw clenched as he works her pussy as though he’s been exploring her body for years. 

“Good girl,” he breathes, meeting her wide-eyed, jittery gaze in the mirror, his own focused and direct. “You look so pretty like this. Such a pretty, wet little cunt. All she needed was some fingers, huh? And look how sloppy she’s getting.”

The sudden surge of dirty talk has her spiralling into unknown bouts of pleasure, her mouth falling open, unable to even begin meeting him halfway.

Just as everything, Jack picks up on it immediately, sending her a proud grin through the mirror before his hand starts groping her tits, pinching and flicking at her nipples mercilessly. “Such a mess, aren’t you? And here I thought you were so prim and proper. All you needed were some dirty hands fondling your tits and cunt, and you just turn into a downright whore.”

His words make her pussy cling onto him tighter, a thin liquid beginning to stream from her hole, slithering down to her ass. She can’t even respond, her body a rapid whirlwind of aching, throbbing, tightening, loosening, needing. Fuck, she needs him in any way possible. Oh, why did she say ‘fuck,’ that’s so–

His palm starts bumping steadily against her clit and she flails in his arms, tongue hanging out as she begins to teeter on the edge of her orgasm, grazing the edge and moments away from falling into the pit of it. It’s familiar, but so different when it’s someone else in control, predicting the course of her pleasure, taking care of her, predicting every move without her permission or knowledge.

He seems to sense her impending climax, biting her cheek, egging her on. “Are you going to come? Spasm all over my fingers, show me what a slut you’ve been all these years when locked up in that town? You’re going to arrive back home completely ruined, a lowly pirate having fucked you over–” he thrusts harder, “-- and over again.”

Those words send her tumbling over, a loud scream flying from her mouth as the tension in her tummy shatters into pieces, the remnants of it streaming through every muscle in her body, ringing it of all its strength as she becomes completely consumed with pleasure, with release, with Jack.

As she comes, the runny liquid comes pouring out, spilling along Jack’s two fingers and drenching his blanket. She knows she isn’t urinating, but the sensation has the same kind of release, a floating feeling encompassing her as she lets it gush from her pussy rather than hold back. Jack talks her through the entire thing, fucking her through it and panting, “Leaking so much for me. So wet, so good, so fucking sweet.”

As she twitches in the aftershocks, she sags back into him, one arm of his immediately circling her and holding her close. 

“I– might I..?” she trails off, gazing up at him curiously.

He seems to understand her question, his chest shaking with amusement. “Not tonight.”

She nods – while part of her would have enjoyed touching him, she understands his lack of desire to receive right now.

As their interaction simmers to silence, she fidgets. She does not know the rules that pair with these sorts of encounters. If they were in love, she would ask that they sleep in this bed together and that he hold her close for the night, the two of them exchanging gentle kisses and giggling over what had just transpired.

But, Jack is not a lover. And while that notion would have brought her relief a month ago, now it leaves a bitter burst in her mouth. For she would like to settle into his arms, listen to his heartbeat and memorize the pattern of his breathing as they fall into mutual slumber.

Suddenly uncomfortable with the idea of curling deeper into him, then being slapped in the face with rejection, she slowly peels herself away, muttering, “Well, I should–”

Not a second passes before his arm presses against her ribs, holding her to the bed. “Where are you going?”

“We’re done, so I assumed...” Now, she feels even more embarrassed. What if her dismissal had hurt him? What if doing this is even odder than simply seeking affection from him post-coitus? “I’m sorry.”

He says nothing for a few moments, but she can feel his thoughtful gaze lingering on the side of her face.

Then, finally, a kind, soft, “Come here.”

He tends to her without hesitation, easing her to spread her legs so that he may wipe her clean with a soaked rag, changing the blanket that became soaked through, and then shrugging off his shirt and pants, leaving himself in a loose undergarment that hangs around his crotch. The entire time, she cannot bear to look at him, the domesticity and softness of the moment making her more unnerved than the sex itself. 

Just as before, his kindness makes it harder to resist, harder to think of leaving and soon no longer being by his side. She chews on her bottom lip, eyes burning as she forces her gaze to remain on the door handle. Just a few deep breaths, that’s all. She will not dare cry in front of him.

As it turns out, she also lacks the courage to avoid gazing upon him as he folds his clothes and tosses them into a corner of the room. His body, so handsome, so precious, is smooth in its motions as he slinks under the blanket. She finds herself bashful at the newfound intimacy of this. Both of them naked, lying in bed together, with nothing to fill the cup of this interaction but bodily touches that are warm, comforting and without ulterior motive.

To her surprise, he stretches an arm out, his dried lips blooming into an expectant smile. “Well? You will not leave me by my lonesome, right? That would not be very gratuitous of you.”

She laughs weakly, the familiarity of their banter a modicum of relief in this foreign territory. She hesitates, fear pinching at her mind, whispering in a dark, gravelly voice that this will only make things more difficult. That laying in his arms for the night will leave her with only more short-lived memories that haunt her.

But, as her eyes skim the rise and fall of his chest, she’s captured by the feral urge to rest her ear on his heart, and have the lullaby of it rock her to sleep. She craves him in a way that surpasses his skilled fingers and lewd words. She wants him just as he is now, in this casual state of undress, where all he can offer her is his company.

She shifts, then lays her head upon his shoulder, marvelling at how warm and toasty he feels against her. Her bare breasts squish into his side, and their legs tangle together, hairs intermingling as her toe brushes his shin and sends an obvious shudder up his spine. She pockets that information for next time.

Right as she is about to submerge herself in the pond of rest, his voice quietly comes through. “It would not be too bad, though.”

“What wouldn’t be?” she groggily murmurs, wanting to bite him for interrupting her sleep.

The steady pumps of his chest still for a few moments before he finally says, his voice stained with affection, “Another mouth to feed on the ship.”

[lincolndjarin]

socials, etc. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ao3 ☆ insta ☆ kofi mdni, my entire blog is 18+ please read all tags and warnings, dddne fics are tagged accordingly follow @lincolndjarinnotifs for fic updates

navigation :

I - series, completed & ongoing

II - one off's

III - drabbles

I - series (in order of release)

Best Kept Secret [ completed series ] .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 195k words

bodyguard!Din Djarin x princess!reader

summary : Married off to a prince on a planet that you hate? New husband doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you? New husband gifts you a personal Mandalorian body guard as a wedding present? Mandalorian is a wiseass who won't leave you alone? Lucky you.

tags: : enemies to friends to lovers, arranged marriage, forbidden love, smut, angst, canon-typical violence, eventual happy ending

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Oh Honey [ completed series] .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 56k words

monster!Joel Miller x mortician!reader

summary : you’ve been given a gift. a fresh start in a brand new place, the sleepy little town of Honey, WV. a distant aunt has passed away and left you a little plot of land and her camper, the stars must be aligning for you because the local mortician is looking for an assistant and you’re desperate for the work experience. your new employer even offers to set you up with her brother-in-law! things are looking up, you’ve got a brand new home, a new town, a hot date, (and thanks to a series of bear attacks that started immediately after your arrival) you have more than enough work to keep you busy!

tags: : horror/mystery, angst, monster fucker, soulmates au, graphic descriptions of violence, body horror, gore

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Bewitched [ coming soon ]

Din Djarin x witch!reader

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Every Now and Then [ HIATUS]

Joel Miller x f!reader

summary : Joel Miller destroyed you. He loved you, then he left, leaving you in the New York City, QZ. But he's a good southern gentleman, so of course he didn't leave you without a reminder of the time you spent together. Four years later you're living in Jackson, in a lovely little ranch house. (With your reminder.) The last person you want to see is Joel Miller, unfortunately you've never been particularly lucky.

tags: : angst, toxic relationships, unplanned pregnancy, possessive behavior, healing, extremely complicated relationships

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Sparrow's Spectacles [ ongoing anthology ]

summary : a series of horror one shots based around different pedro characters. be warned, the dead doves are going to be remarkably inedible. installments will be tagged accordingly, all stories will be 18+ and dddne.

tags: : dead dove do not eat, horror, dub/noncon

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II - one off's (in order alphabetically)

A Little Mishap [francisco morales x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, bondage

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Bound in Beskar [din djarin x f!reader]

tags : armorer!mando, dom/sub vibes, pwp, blacksmith bondage

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Constructive Criticisms [javier peña x f!reader]

tags : virginity loss, fluff, mutual masturbation

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the Dragonfly & the Moon [joel miller x f!witch!reader]

tags : ritualistic sex, knife play, blood

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More & More & More [jack daniels x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, bondage

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My Sister Lives in the Attic [joel miller x f!reader]

tags : grief, angst, child loss

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My Way [oberyn martell x wife!reader]

tags : married fluff, pegging

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Not So Secret Santa [javier peña x f!coworker!reader]

tags : enemies to lovers, semi-public sex, christmas

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Pretty in Pink [joel miller x f!reader]

tags : fluff, breeding kink, lingerie

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Ride Cowgirl! [jack daniels x f!reader]

tags : unprotected sex, bondage

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Sweet Boy [din djarin x gn!reader]

tags : sub!din, pegging

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the Thing That Gives [ezra x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, tentacles

III - drabbles (under 1k words)

sub!din x f!reader

dieter bravo x f!reader

comandante veracruz x f!reader

[silly-mox]

What Fandoms I write for and who -

Marvel -

Yelena belova

Loki

Wolverine

Deadpool

Hawkgirl

Natasha Romanoff

Doctor strange

Wanda maximoff

Pietro maximoff (specifically Aaron Taylor Johnson)

Remy lebeau

Daredevil

Sentry

Tony Stark (maybe, I kinda hate him)

Spider man/Peter parker

Cyclops

Shang-chi

Bucky Barnes

Hockey -

Quinn Hughes

Jack Hughes

Marc Andre Fleury

Brad marchand

Jeremy swayman

Pyotr kochetkov

Joseph woll

Mitch marner

Vince Dunn

Sidney Crosby

Macklin celebrini

Will Smith (hockey, duh)

Kris letang

Evgeni Malkin

Brock boeser

Ethan Edwards

Nico hischier

Dylan Larkin

Alex Lyon

Auston Matthews

Luke Hughes

Seth Jarvis

(many more players! I also will take requests)

Formula one/indycar -

Kimi raikkonen

Sebastian vettel

Nico Rosberg

Sergio "checo" Perez

Carlos sainz

Max verstappen

Charles leclerc

Jenson button

Fernando Alonso

Esteban ocon

Pierre gasly

Jack doohan

Pato o'ward

Logan Sargeant

Oscar piastri

Alex albon

Lando Norris

Lance stroll

Yuki tsunoda

Colton herta

David malukas

Christian lundgraad

Marcus Armstrong

Kimi antonelli and Ollie bearman (platonic only)

Eurovision -

Joost Klein

Baby lasagna

Tommy cash

Kaarija

Jann

Maneskin (damiano and Victoria)

Lukas from Katarsis

Danya from ziferblat

Kaj (literally all of them)

Go-jo

Bojan from joker out

Erika vikman

WWE/AEW -

Rhea Ripley

Damian priest

Christian cage

Edge

Dominick Mysterio

Mcmg

Nick Wayne

Eddie Kingston

Jay white

Kenny Omega

Kyle Fletcher

Will ospreay

La Knight

Hook

Orange Cassidy

Iyo sky

Tiffany Stratton

Gunther

Hangman Adam page

Young bucks

Jon moxley

Wheeler yuta

Swerve Strickland

Willow nightingale

Toni storm

Mine shirakawa

Mjf

Speedball Mike Bailey

Harley Cameron

Mariah May

Joe Hendry

Ethan page

Chyna

Shawn Michaels

Mick Foley

AJ Lee

Cm punk

Drew McIntyre

Seth Rollins

Sheamus

The gunn brothers

Kip sabian

Mxm

Maxine dupri

Finn Balor

(and a lot more! I take requests and obviously will make a post for who I do not write for)

Horror movie characters/ horror characters -

Ghost face (stu macher and Billy loomis)

Hannibal lecter (2013 Hannibal)

Will graham (2013 Hannibal)

Mark Hoffman

Maxine (from X trilogy)

Lisa Frankenstein (x OC or platonic if reader only)

Jennifer check (another x OC or maybe reader depends)

Tiffany Valentine

Frank from Abigail

Patrick Bateman (depends)

Dennis crim

Umbrella academy -

Five Hargreaves

Ben Hargreaves (umbrella vers, maybe sparrow)

Klaus Hargreaves

Hazel

Victor Hargreaves

Diego Hargreaves

Lila pitts

Jayme Hargreaves

Sloane Hargreaves

YouTubers -

The boys (juicy, Eddie, mully)

Sam and Colby

Chrismd

Clooless gang (pezzy, grizzy, puffer, droid)

Smii7y

Sidemen (Harry, Simon, Josh.)

Alpharad

Yumi

Cjya

Blarg

Hasan piker

Mortal Kombat

Johnny cage

Reptile

Kenshi

Bi-han or sub zero

Raiden

Scorpion

Smoke

Kitana

Miscellaneous movies and show characters I'll write for -

The boys TV show (soldier boy, Billy Butcher)

Top gun Maverick (Bob, hangman, rooster)

Twisters 2024 (Javi, Kate, Tyler)

Pokemon horizons (friede)

Stranger things (Steve, Robin, Nancy, Billy, and Eddie)

Death of a unicorn (Shepard leopald, Ridley)

Final destination (Erik, Bobby, Erin, Ian, Rory, Olivia.)

Spencer charnas from ice nine kills

[amethystreaperwrites]

Fandoms I write for:

Mortal Kombat 11/12: | Ermac | Kung Lao | Liu Kang | Kenshi | Mavado | Mileena | Noob Saibot | Quan Chi | Raiden | Syzoth | Scorpion (Hanzo/Kuai) | Smoke | Shang Tsung | Sub-Zero (Bi-Han/Kuai) | Spawn | Takeda |

Star Wars: | Asajj Ventress | Alexsandr Kallus | Clones (request)| Cassian Andor | Captain Phasma | Cad Bane | Cal Kestis | Crosshair | Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) | Darth Maul | Ezra Bridger | Fifth Brother | The Grand Inquisitor | Hondo Ohnaka | K-2SO | Kylo Ren | Lando Calrissian (Young) | Nightsister Merrin | Omega | Obi-Wan Kenobi | Poe Dameron | Qi'ra | Savage Opress | Seventh Sister | Sabine Wren | Tech |

Marvel (MCU/TV shows): | Bucky Barnes | Captain America (Steve Rogers) | Deadpool | Dr. Strange | Daredevil | Gambit | Ghost Rider | Hawkeye (Clint Barton) | Iron Man | Jubilee | Moon Knight | Peggy Carter | Spider-Punk | Spider-Man Noir | Ultron | Venom (Symbiote) | Yelena Belova |

DCU (Movies/TV shows): | Batman | Batman Who Laughs (comics) | Deadshot | Harley Quinn | Joker (2019/Birds Of Prey/Multiversus) | Raven (Teen Titans) | Robin |

Transformers Prime: | Bumblebee | Knockout | Megatron | Optimus Prime | Ratchet | Starscream | Soundwave | Transformers One: | Orion Pax | Sentinel Prime | B-127 | Starscream |

Horror Icons: | Chucky | Ghostface (androgynous) | Michael Myers | Predator (Yautja) | Pinhead ('87) |

Naruto (I'm only on S5 so no spoilers please!): | Deidara | Garra | Itachi Uchiha | Kankuro | Kakashi Hatake | Kotetsu Hagane | Orochimaru | Shikamaru | Tobirama (Second Hokage) |

Apex Legends: | Alter | Bloodhound | Ballistic | Crypto | Catalyst | Fuse | Loba | Mirage | Octane | Pathfinder | Revenant | Sparrow |

Overwatch 2: | Cole Cassidy | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Lúcio | Mercy | Reaper | Ramattra | Sombra |

Rainbow Six Siege: | Ace | Bandit | Doc | Deimos | Fenrir | Glaz | Jäger | Lion | Kapkan | Tachanka |

Call of Duty: | Captain Price | Horangi | John 'Soap' McTavish | König | Simon 'Ghost' Riley |

Misc: | Resident Evil: | Ada Wong | Albert Wesker | Leon S. Kennedy | The Servant of the Flame (Sea of Thieves) | Stranger Things: | Eddie Munson | Jonathan Byers | Steve Harrington | Tron Legacy: | C.L.U | Quorra | Rinzler | John Wick (John Wick) | ROTTMNT: | Donnie | Leo | Alucard (Hellsing (anime)) | Daft Punk (band) | Pirates of the Caribbean: | Captain Jack Sparrow | Will Turner | Elizabeth Swann | Davy Jones | Love & Deepspace: | Sylus | Zayne | Predator (Movie Franchise): | Scar | Yautja(s) | Alien (Movie Franchise) (Fluff only): | Xenomorph(s)| Ghostbusters: | Egon Spengler | Stargate: | Anubis | The Terminator (Movie Franchise): | T-1000 | T-800/Pops | Detroit:Become Human:| Connor |

Jujutsu Kaisen: | Satoru Gojo | Suguru Geto | Sukuna Ryomen | Choso Kamo |

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Requests are currently open!

Link to what I write/not write:

https://www.tumblr.com/amethystreaperwrites/752611993988579328

[darknesseddiem]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝟏/𝟑: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝟐𝟎

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: The Sparrow brothers, infamous across continents for their charm, mischief, and uncanny knack for finding trouble faster than a cat finds a sunbeam.

But their knack for chaos reaches new heights when Jack and Eddie set sail for Montesalma, chasing after their old mate who's gone full-on dark side since their pirate days aboard the Hellfire.

Facing the gallows, Eddie must plot a daring escape to save the head of his older brother, Jack Sparrow, and by some nautical miracle, Eddie stumbles upon a plan involving none other than the island's sweetheart—the governor’s daughter.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, marking kink, kind of sub!eddie, body hair, violence, blood, mention of betrayal; murder, Jack is an alcoholic (like in the movies).

𝐀/𝐍: Well, almost a year after my original post, here I am, back with our hot pirate. Unfortunately I ended up losing the original story due to my notebook failing and I had to rewrite it from scratch, but here I am! Ps: The story will be posted on March 20th.

[...] The Silver Sword had escaped once, but he wouldn't escape again. Not while Eddie Munson, captain of the Hellfire, still had breath in his lungs and a crew at his back. The time for vengeance had come, and nothing in the seven seas could stop him.

Nothing but his own brother, Jack Sparrow, a scoundrel with a weakness for rum and a wandering eye for anything in a skirt. Jack was a charming rogue with a heart as slippery as a wet eel, and while he was no doubt a talented sailor, he had a knack for getting into trouble. If there was a tavern with free-flowing booze or a chance for mischief, Jack was sure to be there, causing a ruckus or sweet-talking his way into—or out of—a sticky situation.

Eddie Munson knew all too well that Jack's unpredictability could be a wild card in the quest for revenge. While Eddie was cold, calculated, and unwavering in his hunt for Jason Carver, Jack had the focus of a squirrel in a peanut factory, bouncing from one distraction to the next. He was the kind of man who’d flirt with a barmaid while his brother was busy plotting a heist, a trait that made him both endearing and exasperating.

And so it happened that Jack Sparrow ended up in the hands of the Royal Guard of Montesalma, a turn of events that didn't surprise Munson one bit.

"Captain," Finn said as he approached with a serious look. "Jack's been captured." The crew had returned to the ship to deliver the news, and Eddie could already feel his blood pressure rising.

It had been hours since they arrived on the island, and the sun was beginning to rise with hues of orange and pink streaking across the sky. "You’ve got to be kidding me," Eddie muttered, barely containing his disbelief. [...]

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @birdysaturne @ali-r3n @aysheashea @themultiverseofmars @thebookowal @hangmanscoming @kitasownworld @akiratoro420 @ediewentmissing @stylesxmunson @elegantkoalapaper

[therealmofamorus]

Original Male Stud AU: Free for All

Alpha Male Stud AU: Free for All

General Moods: Fantasy/Fictional Interracial, Power Play, BSDM, Pet Play, Loving Sex, Breeding Sex, Pregnant Sex, Dom/Sub: Maledom/Femsub/Femdom/Futadom/Futasub, Anal Sex, Monster Sex

Main Muses: Blue Archive, Genshin Impact, Sekirei, Goddess of Victory, Naruto, One Piece, Camp Half-Blood Series, Zenless Zone Zero, Hellsing, Arc System Works, Digimon Series, Soul Eater, Ranma 1/2

Main Male Muses: Jiraiya, Frank Castle/The Punisher, Jason Todd/Red Hood, Alucard (Hellsing), Percy Jackson, Monkey D. Garp, Acnologia, Shadow the Hedgehog, Fergus mac Róich, Han Solo, Jack Sparrow

Main Female Female: Seras Victoria, Morrignan Aensland, Rias Gremory, Maria Robotnik, Luna Snow, Fiona Frost/Nightfall, Cornelia li Britannia, Edelgard von Hresvelg, Mai Shiranui, Yunyun (Konosuba), Mikasa Ackerman, Raven Branwen, Anko Mitarashi, Korra, Ivy Valentine

Meme: ucks Off, Nude Drawing, Crossover Crack Ship, Wedding Ring Meme, NTR Difference, You Stupid Breeding Bitch, You Look Breedable and Submissive, Exhibiting Excitement, Crossover Crack Ship: Crossover Crack Ship, Magical Sex Doll, Unaware See-Through Clothes, Hentai Porn Logic: Dark Hentai Porn Logic, Big [REDACTED] Disability, Glorious Fun, Monster Lust, Personality Inversion Traits

[thelibraryofsylphide]

Hector Barbossa- Still thinking of runnin', Jack? Think you can outrun the world? You know, the problem with being the last of anythin'... By and by there be none left at all. Jack Sparrow- Sometimes things come back, mate... We're livin' proof, you and me. H.B.- Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on, that's dead certain. J.S.- Summoning the Brethren Court, then, is it? H.B.- It's our only hope, lad. J.S.- That's a sad commentary in and of itself.

H.B.- The world used to be a bigger place... J.S.- The world's still the same. There's just... less in it.

Jack Sparrow and Hector Barbossa, POTC: At World's End. (video) (transcript) (subbed image)

[beautyisinkonpaper]

SUB JACK SPARROW IS CANON AND I WILL TAKE NO ARGUMENTS:

when elizabeth kissed him, she def lead that kiss he was following her.

that line "what is it i want most" that beckett says and jack responds "me" it just gives off bottom jack vibes idk

NSFW HEADCANONS BELOW

jack LOVES being dominated, more specifically he loves when someone else shoves him around? line pushes him against a wall, drags him forcefully into a kiss, etc

jack likes it rough when it's done to him

he's not a fan of being the top in penetration sex, if he tops he likes to do oral and finger stuff

i bet this ^^ is why he's got such a good reputation as a sexual partner among various sex workers... cause when he's on top he's solely focused on his partner's pleasure not his own

anyway he would love getting topped by elizabeth cause i guarantee she's rough in bed and did they have straps or dildos back in 1700-something?

SUB👏JACK👏SPARROW👏 MY MIND HAS BEEN ENLIGHTENED, THIS IS A HISTORIC MOMENT FOR MANKIND, PLEASE WRITE IT I'LL PAY YOU (I won't, but I was tempted to)

YES YES YES OH MY LORDDD

idc care if we are the only two people out there who want this. it can be our special little thing..

do you mind sending in another ask with maybe a certain idea and a preferred gender for the reader? ill get too it frrr

[before-the-black-pearl]

Because in tpof Jack said he was sailing with Teague since he was a kid, but in the Sins of the Father Jack said he run away from home (one of the many reasons at least) was because Teague didn't believe he was ready to sail with him, I headcanon that Teague stopped taking Jack with him after he was kidnapped and almost sold to slavery when he was twelve

That is exactly how I imagined it too.

I’m kinda glad that this book barely speaks on Jack’s teenage years as far as I read of it.

The author said Disney told her to not reference the YJS books and to make TPOF its own thing (from what I remember reading about it) and she easily could’ve retconned them in the book, but instead barely mentioned that period in Jack’s life so they can still coexist in the same timeline.

(None of it can be said for POTC5!)

[rebelrayne]

what my husband thinks of the casa amor boys (plus toby as a bonus)

Under the cut

Andy

His earring looks like a little fucking handsaw. He has a handsaw on his ear. Who told him to stand like that? His 12 year old sister? Looks like one of those awkward guys that says “what do I do with my hands?” The way he holds his feet, he probably has a foot fetish. You could almost miss his nipples cause they’re not a natural color. He’s got a weird bump on his foot. And his left foot is way fatter than his right foot. What the fuck? He has a size 13 one foot and 9 on the other. What the fuck it looks like he’s wearing a ring on his left hand??? He’s a bottom. A sub bottom. Like a very submissive bottom. He looks like he has daddy issues. If you stan Andy, I will laugh at you and not take you seriously. Anything you say is not canon. Between him and Francis, they should be the most hated. I almost hate him as much as I hate Lewie. Probably has tea parties with stuffed animals. They call him “sir short stick”.

Francis

He looks like the fucking guy from ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’ like the one that Sarah Marshall goes to Hawaii with. Does he go to the hair stylist 3 times a week to get his color right? No, that’s not a real beard he drew it on. Did he steal his grandma’s coat and sandals??? AND BRACELET??? Oh my God, JESS! He’s got a small hand like the guy from scary movie- “grab my strong hand!!” Looks like he’s into paranormal shit like he’s a ghost chaser. The AI did a fucking terrible job, it tried to mix scary movie small hand guy, a grandma and Russell Brand. I can’t tell if he had a belly button. Is he an alien??? This guy creeps me out. And his posture- just the way he holds himself. He’s creepy. He’s a version of Joe Goldberg that stole his grandmas sweater that’s his undercover outfit. The sweater is literally his baseball cap. Is that enough? Or should I keep going about his grandmas sandals she got during 1 AD? Those sandals saw Jesus they were there on resurrection day. Practices celibacy as a religion. If he was born in Spartan times, they would throw him to the wolves or over a cliff. I kind of wanna spartan kick him myself. See a special meme made by Jessie’s husband below:

Hamish

That’s fucking Tom 2.0 mixed with Zac Efron. He looks like he came out of fucking Baywatch. Been staring at Pamela Anderson’s tits. Got a knock-off Rolex. Not much to make fun of- this guy seems mostly normal. He doesn’t have any qualities I can laugh at. Even his posture and how he holds his hands is manly. Looks like he’s ready to punch Lewie in his asshole lips. I brought up he has small feet and he defended him. He has an average size dick, probably like 5.5 inches. He’s the guy everyone should want to get (unless he is a closet asshole). But even then, there’s a binary code of how much of an asshole he can be. He looks like he has a Christian Grey mentality. Probably has a red room and it’s hidden. Fuck now there will be fanfics of him doing BDSM… his nickname would be “Lord Ladies Man”. JESSIE’S HUSBAND STAMP OF APPROVAL - first and only one this season.

Marshall

Starts laughing that he has a butterfly on his chest. Why did he get a tramp stamp on his chest?? These tattoos are almost as bad as Will’s. Captain Jack Sparrow if he was a hipster. Most definitely swings both ways. I want to cut off his manbun when he’s sleeping… like half these tattoos don’t make any sense. He probably has shorty tattooed on his dick and it probably still says shorty when it’s erect. At least his chin isn’t square like Ozzy’s. This guy is weird looking and his tattoos give me the heebie jeebies. He’s a fucking dumpster rat. He’d be the king’s jester and wear clown makeup. Tries to juggle three balls- can’t find them. He looks like he enjoys his venti Starbucks drinks: “Can you froth the milk please sir?” Looks homeless, searches the road for pennys or whatever British cheap change is. Probably has OnlyFans for his feet.

BONUS: Toby

He literally looks like the kind of guy that is used as the main character in the game— he looks like a default setting lol he’s a random fucking palette. Looks like Vin Diesel’s baby brother I’m going to call him baby diesel. Why are his arms so short? At least he didn’t skip leg day. If you chopped off his head, he’d look like the perfect speciman of a man. Head looks like it should be on a crackheads. It’s small. Looks like he should be on prison break. Surprised he has no tattoos - looks like he’s been to prison a few times. Kind of sad he’s the last one… I wish Francis was the last one instead. Toby’s skin tone is off… his color is different from his head to feet. The AI said “lol not my fucking problem.” It said “make perfect man body with generic ass head.” Bro is gonna be NPC for life. (“You sound like Elliot” “shut the fuck up”). He’s so bland they gave him white swim shorts.

A/N to my fans: I love you degenerates. I work very hard at this to entertain and give you guys a full insight to what these characters really are. I appreciate your constant gratitude and thank you for allowing me to be your roast king. All other attempts are failures and they can come find me if they have something to say. I hope you all read this and then go back to read it again because it makes you happy. That is all.

PS: the AI really helped with these roasts this season because the character designs sucked. They made it very easy for me. I’d also really like to thank my top supporter, @caitkaminski . She’s been a fan for a long time (Apparently I am not a supporter). Here’s to next season. I will miss doing these til then. In the wise words of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, aka Maui: “You’re welcome.”

[shining-scion]

Ok, here’s my thoughts/review on Pirate101 as a newcomer/someone who just beat arc 1.

I wanna start off by saying I did, overall, have a lot of fun with this game. I did. That being said—

The first thing I think is really worth addressing as a problem is just how… culturally insensitive this game gets. I’m not an expert on any of this stuff, and with Wizards I’m not sure how much is noticeable until at least Krok, but I noticed some stuff almost immediately here that I— while not an expert— am concerned about. Perhaps that’s because I’m older. I did start my Wizard playthrough very young.

First of all, the whole class of witchdoctor, the aesthetic… probably needs to go. I can tell it’s being sourced from “piratey” media, (wasn't the plot of one of the POTC movies that Jack Sparrow got tied up with a voodoo doll in some manner?) but it’s outdated and while I can’t speak for the cultures it affects, I’ve seen people speak out against using similar tropes. I’ve personally just replaced the class altogether in my own headcanons, but I don’t think Pirate has the budget or means to overhaul a whole class, and headcanons don’t fix canon, so I’m not sure what can be done here. I’m not an expert.

I can tell that, in general, much like Wizard, Pirate is a melting pot of different sailing/odyssey/pirate pieces of media. “The Road to El Dorado” is literally a movie.

In general, I don’t mind the media inspirations being blatant. It’s fun to see what I recognize and how passing bits and pieces of different stories make their way into the Spiral, and when it’s done well I think it gives the universe this really fun bizarro world vibe. The issue lies in the fact that popular culture is full of stereotypes, and it’s clear that those stereotypes were taken as face value and just seen as “tropes”— which, yeah, a stereotype is often used as a part of a trope, but that doesn’t make it ok. At all. Both games would need a serious rehaul to make some of this stuff passable, I’m sure.

In addition to the witchdoctor class, the whole entirety of Cool Ranch was really just awful to Native people, and so was the literal opening questline in Skull Island. Wizards has this problem at times too.

In general, Spiral worlds have a problem where they don’t take enough creative liberty from their source IRL locations. I wonder if they might have at least a little bit of an easier time with this stuff if they took the time to worldbuild each… well, world, until it’s a distinct thing from its source. They did so fairly well with Dragonspyre, and multiple pieces of fiction do the same, so I don’t see why they couldn’t except for maybe their “one world a year” cycle kind of stopping them from writing things like that as much as they want.

TDLR: KI, YOU NEED A SENSITIVITY READER. “IT’S FICTION” IS NOT AN EXCUSE. THOSE ARE REAL STEREOTYPES AND REAL HARM. YOU SHOULD BE DOING AS MUCH AS YOU CAN TO PREVENT PERPETUATING HARMFUL STEREOTYPES IN THE FUTURE.

I just wanted to hold space for that topic, because it’s important, and it’s probably my biggest worry above all else. I don’t know everything but it seemed worth mentioning.

Transitioning onto the brief background context I do have with this game, since that will affect my view…

I played Pirate101 once as a kid— in 2012, when it launched. My stepsister and I crowded around the home computer and waited with baited breath as we saw another side of the spiral for the first time…

I never got past like, level 3, and that first character currently says she’s “adrift in the spiral” on the loading screen so I can only assume she got shot by the Armada or something horrible. Anyway—

The idea of playing again was something I’d turned over in my mind as I got back into Wizards. Now that I was older, I figured I’d be able to grasp it better than I could as a kid, and I’d be able to pay for my own sub, as well. After a bit of thinking, I went for it. I’d heard a lot of things about the game’s current state, but I decided to try and push that out of my mind as much as possible and meet it on its own terms. I wanted to give it a fair shake and I wanted to experience it with all the unbridled joy I know it would have given me as a kid, without worrying about how the later content would or wouldn’t compare.

I’ll give the game this— I LOVE THE OPENING. Maybe I was just excited to cross the long awaited item off my list, or maybe my inner child was just giddy to start a new adventure in my favorite fictional world, but I could not stop smiling and laughing from the moment the curtains opened to the minute I landed in Skull Island. Escaping the ship was exciting, seeing the Armada was SO COOL— I can see why they’re a fan favorite 101 villain— and the way I got to pick my backstory was unique. When I realized a Swashbuckler was much the same as a Storm wizard, I was really happy to see that picking the choices that seemed to speak to me (in wizards, questions about my personality, here, what I thought would make for a cool backstory) landed me with a playstyle I favored. It’s a small, coincidental thing, but it worked and I settled into things fairly quickly.

…I did also notice that the game was a lot rougher around the edges. Small things, really— the bloom is a little too bright, some models aren’t entirely animated in the face, things like that. I didn’t mind, and honestly? It just reminded me a little bit of classic Wizard, and it grew on me within the hour.

There were a few glitches that have and continue to persist. The dialogue box when Boochbeard is psychically communicating with you, or your companions are talking while you’re doing something, is covered by the crowns shop symbol unless the menu is opened. This was a… mild problem for me, as I have an auditory processing disorder and need that text to understand what’s being said to me. As well, every time I was shown an image, it would be cut off and shown halfway above the screen. I never got to see the face of my mother. That sounds horrible out of context. Anyway—

I really enjoyed the moment you walk up to the dock in Jonah Town and see your parent’s ship. I think my little part of the game was how the chase to El Dorado often felt like you were moving in step with your parents, running beside them and only separated by time.

There’s a weird feeling of legacy and it all feels really grand in a way Wizard doesn’t. They’re both, objectively, stories about growing up and taking your place in the world, but the Young Wizard is not attached to the Spiral in the same way the Pirate is. If I were to name the difference, I’d say Wizard is about Destiny and Fate, while Pirate is much more about Legacy and Heritage. The Wizard is guided by the stars, the Pirate is guided by the echoes of the past. They’re both very different ways of addressing and justifying the great journey, but I think they work in step with each other.

Another thing that I think was done SUPER WELL is the sense of SCALE. Especially, docking at Mooshu made me realize that if anything, I hadn’t explored CRAP of the worlds I was going to. I was basically saying I explored a whole country when I was really just going to the capital. The travel times were boring and a little egregious at times, but I think they were overall needed to give a sense of just how big the Spiral really was. When you look at the illustration of the cosmos, it can almost seem sort of small, but that’s not the case at all and Pirate really wants to remind you of that.

Gear wise, I knew it was gonna be more open ended, but OH GOD. I wasn’t expecting what I got. I was waiting for a waterworks, or the Kane dungeon to be like Darkmoor, but it wasn’t like that at all. The openness was daunting, but eventually I really just pressed into the agility and attack stats, and I came through fine. Managing my companions was a little bit more of a daunting task, and I eventually realized that even on a normal playthrough, you needed to know how EVERY class played so that you could spec your companions accordingly. There’s a lot to keep up with and I don’t think the fact that I was treating it like Wizard102 helped. It took me until about Aquila to really have an idea of what I was doing.

As for Ship Things— coolest part of the game. I am REALLY impressed with how well it plays especially for the engine and when it was coded. The skyboxes are gorgeous, the fact you can run around on your boat and even get a little cabin was a pleasant surprise, and I liked the nods to Wizard’s spells with the ship combat attacks. I did play through the whole game with a partner and often rode with her, so this might not be an issue for others, but my nautical level was severely underleveled almost the entire game. I’m only on Sinbad part 1 now, but to my knowledge, I’m past the part where sailing is useful.

Now, as for purely story stuff…

This was Blind Mew’s game. I’ve heard a lot about him as a writer during my time on Wizblur, and I know he has pretty strong influence in Wizard now, but I wanted to see his writing “in his element”, so to speak.

…I really enjoyed it. I could tell that a lot of story beats were planned out in advance, with an idea of how and when exactly things would tie together. There was a thematic idea through the entire game and it stuck to that— the idea being of freedom, and choosing to seek redemption.

It was really interesting to hear this sort of idea of “redemption is an action an individual chooses to take— and it doesn’t always mean forgiveness or being allowed “back in”— it just means the person tries to do better.”

A lot of redemption arcs in the current day are very… uh… Catholic about it? You must Grovel and Suffer and Atone and only once you have Suffered and Killed All The Old Parts Of You can you be considered worthy. Pirate doesn’t do that. It kind of just says that at any point, someone can decide to turn around and do something different, and you should always give people the chance to TRY.

I know Valencia part two was rushed, but I think even then it was really good. Kane did something I really appreciated with was take the theme and add an addendum:

People can decide to turn around and do better at any point, and they deserve to be offered that chance, but some people will refuse to do better.

Kane SHOOTING HIS OWN HEART really tied a bow on the message for me. You could probably argue “well, could he really be blamed for that if he didn’t have the conscious to tell him it was the right thing to do to accept it?” But I really don’t think the whole nature of AI and how they think thing matters here.

The ending was great. I adored how all the companions sort of came to your side in the end and even explicitly said that they were your family. I’m not sure Wizard ever has a moment where an NPC says something that… close and caring to your PC.

Overall I enjoyed the chase for the map pieces, and chipping at the Armada’s elites was really well done. I wasn’t expecting them to treat the Marleybone war with so much gravity, but they did it about as well and as seriously as a kid’s game could. The finale with Rooke at the end was amazing, the atmosphere was really well done and Rooke died to my partner’s crab, which was just… peak 101 game comedic timing.

I also really loved the “GO GO GO AND GET OUT” way they structured Valencia part 1 and 2. I was genuinely tense and nervous in part 2, wondering if being Spiral Spain’s Attaché was even going work. Being so close to Kane and watching him get SCOLDED for daring to touch me was incredibly satisfying. I wish there was more time for Royal court shenanigans so that I could get to see Kane glaring at from across the room more, but I suppose that’s what fanfiction is for.

In terms of story execution and story execution purely, I’d give arc 1 an 8/10. Every beat was there when it needed to be and early actions affected the long term narrative, which was nice to see. With some Wizard worlds I do feel like they suffer from “this could have been an email” disease, but my time was less wasted in Pirate.

…Now, as for Sinbad…

I have unfortunately noticed the increase in insane difficulty, and an increase in glitches. Last night my partner and I tried to do the tower in Mooshu to find Sinbad, and we were in there for two hours, only to get teamwiped and find no dungeon recall. I understand Pirate was made to be harder than Wizards, but that is just straight up unfair for mainline content, I’m sorry. As well, a promotion quest my partner did had enemies that were almost level eighty. If the level cap is seventy, how in the WORLD is that fair?

It didn’t bother me so much initially, but now in the endgame it really does— how much is locked behind a timer. Oh, you want to level your pet? You have to constantly be starting timers for their training, and logging in regularly to stop their training and start a new one even if you aren’t playing. If your companions get injured they’re unusable until they’ve recovered, which is mostly fine in the early levels, until they need ten hours to recover at level seventy. If you’ve been trying to fight something for ages, and you keep dying, all your companions will be bedridden and you just— can’t play anymore. It reminds me of those really formulaic mobile games where everything is on a timer and progress is so, so slow that you maybe get five minutes to do things a day. Sinbad feels impossible right now because I’ve pretty much run out of ways to improve or maximize a stat to make it easier. There’s no team up either— so am I just supposed to hope I can figure out how to cheese a rigged combat system?

I am still, overall, interested in Pirate101. I want to support the game and allow it to come back to life like the developers have been trying to do. I am interested in what’s next for the story and how they’re going to expand or do something differently from the Armada. I can understand reused assets from Wizard, I can understand a few glitches or bugs, but if I can’t keep up with the gameplay, none of that matters.

It’s possible I just suck at the game. I came for the story and for the most part, I did get to experience that. It was really impressive to see how well it stood up against Wizard— it didn't feel like an aside or lesser, it had its own identity and part of the Spiral.

I’m not sure how to end this review other than… like, I can’t tell KI how to make their games, but please have a little bit of mercy. Wizard is fairly forgiving and I understand wanting to make a harder game, but there’s hard and there’s challenging. Pirate101 is not challenging me, it’s hitting me with a brick inside of a sock. I think it really needs some balancing help.

Adoring the amount of badass coats to pick from, though.

[marvelobsessed134]

Request guidelines

In this post I will talk about everything to do with requests.

I don’t respond to vague requests meaning ones like “Nikki and a breeding kink” I need some more details especially if I’m going through writers block ykwim 😭

How to request:

Click on the button of my page that says “ask me anything 🤍” and submit an ask either publicly or anonymously. Here you will be able to write and request anything your heart desires.

My favorite people/characters to write for are: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Dwayne and Paul from TLB, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Tom Keifer, Eric Brittingham but I of course love to write for the other people listed below 🩷

Who/what I write for:

🎀 = my favorites

Bands/rockstars/solo artists:

Motley Crue (all members)🎀

Tom Keifer🎀

Eric Brittingham🎀

Guns N Roses (all members)

Blackie Lawless

Kirk Hammett

James Hetfield 🎀

Courtney Love

Kurt Cobain

Dave Grohl

Elvis Presley 🎀

Joan Jett

Lita Ford

Bret Michaels

Jani Lane

Stephen Pearcy

Robin Crosby

Sebastian Bach

Peter Steele 🎀

Kenny Hickey

Josh Silver

Dave Mustaine

Chelsea Wolfe

Chappell Roan

Lana Del Rey

Hozier

Victoria De Angelis

Jim Morrison

George Harrison

Paul McCartney

Olivia Rodrigo

Celebrities:

Actors of the marvel characters I write for (so, Scarlett, Hailee, Lizzie, Sebastian, etc.)

Pamela Anderson 🎀

Cindy Crawford

Michael B Jordan

Billy Wirth 🎀

Johnny Depp

Jenna Ortega

Marvel men:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes 🎀

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield only)

Tony Stark 🎀

Thor Odinson 🎀

Marvel women:

Natasha Romanoff 🎀

Wanda Maximoff 🎀

Carol Danvers

Valkyrie

Kate Bishop 🎀

Yelena Belova

Kamala Kahn (Platonic only)

Peggy Carter

Felicia Hardy

Daisy Jones and The Six:

Daisy Jones 🎀

Billy Dunne

Karen Sirko

Warren Rojas/Rhodes 🎀

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington 🎀

Billy Hargrove 🎀

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

The Lost Boys:

Paul

Dwayne 🎀

Star

DCEU:

Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie)

Gossip Girl:

Nate Archibald

Blair Waldorf

Carter Baizen

Sons Of Anarchy:

Jax Teller

Tara Knowles

Chibs Telford

Misc characters:

Elaine Parks (The Love Witch 2016)

Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark

Nancy Downs (The Craft 1996)

Gloria (Modern Family)

Barbie (Barbie 2023) 🎀

Ken (Barbie 2023)

Count Dracula (Dracula 1931)

Edward/Master Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body 2009)

Tiffany Valentine (Bride Of Chucky 1998)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of The Caribbean)

Steve Kemp (Fresh 2022)

Lance Tucker (The Bronze 2016)

Topics/prompts I DON’T write about:

Nothing to do with animals or pedophilia (innocent/slightly infantilized!reader is ok as long as she’s an adult)

Rape (I do write some dubcon/cnc fics though but no violent rape or anything like that)

Dom!Reader (because I mainly write these fics from my perspective and fantasies, I prefer to write a sub reader because I put myself in y/ns shoes when I write and I am a submissive person myself)

Age regression/play (sometimes I have ddlg undertones in my fics, but I don’t do straight up age play. I prefer to call it subspace.)

Piss kink

Scat

Switch!reader

Suicide (whether that be self harm or the act itself)

Body image/EDs/Body insecurities

G!PReader

Angst without a happy ending

Male reader (female reader only)

OCs (I do not write for any original characters that aren’t mine or reader with a face claim)

Male on male sex. I will write MMF threesomes though

Anything like really abusive where characters get permanently/extremely harmed if you want gore this is not the place for that

My favorite kinks:

Daddy/mommy kinks

Dollification

Degradation

Praise

Pet/master

24/7 dynamics

Anyways, my requests are always open, so ask away! Also just because my requests are open does not mean I’m going to do your request. It is a request not a demand <3 sometimes I simply just don’t want to write a prompt cause I don’t like it or whatever

[eldritchsurveys]

1231.

How much did your senior prom dress cost you? >> I don't know. I know I got it from this charity thing they did for "underprivileged youth" or some shit, but I don't remember if they were free or just massively discounted.

What dreams have stuck with you since childhood? >> The recurring one where those big lion tapestries that my father insisted on hanging everywhere including my room would come to life, the one where I was in a place called "Starvation Alley" (I don't remember anything else about that one now, just the name of the place), and the one where I somehow got Froot Loops embedded in my palms, which gave me a lifelong trypophobia-lite squick.

Have you ever been in a serious romantic relationship? >> Ostensibly. Did you ever take your dog to school? >> I did not do that. What school lets you do that? That's liability hell.

If you had had a baby in high school, what would you have named him or her? >> Daniel, apparently, considering that's what I named the computerised baby I took home for Life Skills class in ninth grade.

If you had a baby now, what would you name him or her? .

Have you ever seen someone throw up on a plane? >> I have not.

Do you get motion sickness? >> I do not.

Has God ever healed you of anything? If so, what? >> I have not experienced any sort of divine healing.

What is the most boring church you have ever attended? >> Definitely the Catholic church Sparrow took me to that one Easter. Definitely a far fucking cry from the more... exuberant style of church I was used to attending. What is the most lively church you have ever attended? >> I'm not sure. Every church I've been to aside from the above has been very lively, I went to mostly AME and Pentecostal-adjacent churches.

Do you find church fun or boring? >> Depends on the church, don't it? Mostly I find long sermons to be boring, and I have been unfortunate enough to be an unwilling regular at a couple of churches with hour-long sermons. Didn't enjoy that at all.

What do you hate the most about summer? >> It depends on the year, apparently. This year my pet peeve was humidity (which wasn't true last year, I was basking in the humidity last year; maybe there was less of it then? I don't recall). The little gnats or fruit flies or whatever they are were also particularly obnoxious this year (probably related to the high humidity).

Which part of your body is the most muscular? >> My core, I think, or my legs. Did you ever take Latin in school? >> The only school that offered Latin was the last one I went to, and by that time I certainly wasn't capable of taking on a language of that calibre.

Which major holiday is closest to your birthday? >> Memorial Day, unfortunately.

What is your favorite Japanese name? .

Have you ever ran a cash register? >> I have.

Did you collect Bratz dolls when you were younger? >> I did not. I think I was phasing out of interest in dolls by the time Bratz debuted.

Do you think your mom is attractive? .

What was the last thing that disappointed you? >> The end of FFXIV: Dawntrail. I mean, it was fine, I just have high expectations when it comes to that game because it's always been so compelling to me but DT is just... not. It's done very little for me overall in the emotional-resonance department and there wasn't even an interesting hook at the end, just the arena opening (setup for the new normal raid series). At this point, I'm just glad I finally finished the thing so I can go back to other games.

Do you like the feeling in your stomach on a big drop on a roller coaster? >> I do. I don't ride roller coasters anymore but I got the same feeling on Tower of Terror at Disney World and it was so awesome.

Skeletons or scarecrows? >> Skellies all day!!! Do you own pumpkin earrings? >> I do not. I think Sparrow has a pair. Jack o' lantern earrings, more specifically.

What computer game did you used to play all the time? >> The same ones I'm still playing all the time -- FFXIV (well, until my sub runs out, upon which I probably won't be playing again for a while), Pillars of Eternity, I did just finish Mass Effect again, etc. When was the last time you read a book? >> I read a book today, but I haven't finished it yet. The last time I finished a book was the Sunday before last.

Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? (assuming you want any) . What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at? >> Mertens Prime, early last year when we went to Goth Prom.

Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? >> I rarely get notifications at all because I have them turned off for almost every app.

What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? .

Do you watch political shows? >> I generally do not, but I just started watching Veep as my new "I'm eating and I want something silly/low-stakes to watch" sitcom and that's pretty funny. Do you play any fantasy/roleplaying games? What? >> That's pretty much my main genre: Dragon Age, Baldur's Gate 3, Pillars of Eternity, FFXIV, ESO (and various other Elder Scrolls titles), etc. I'd also include the ARPGs (Diablo 3 and Grim Dawn, primarily) in here too.

Do you like salami? >> Eh.

When was the last time you ate meat? >> I had these microwave kimbap rolls from ALDI yesterday. They have salmon in them. What was the last hot drink you drank? >> Pukka brand three-ginger tea. Have your parents met your boyfriend/exes? .

How about your boyfriend’s parents? Met them? .

Do you know how to say I love you in at least 4 languages? >> I can only remember three right now.

Do you find the sound of a cat’s purr relaxing? >> I imagine this is something I'd be more moved by if I enjoyed cats the way most people do.

Do you know your mum’s first pet’s name? .

Would you ever want to be famous? If so, for what? >> Hell fucking no.

Would you ever get a heart tattoo or your back? >> Probably not.

What fruit can’t you stand? >> I can't think of any. I like most fruits.

Do you know anyone autistic? >> Well, sure.

How about someone bipolar? >> I do. What do you consider private to you? >> I don't know, man. My concept of privacy is malleable and depends on a lot of variables (including who I am that day).

Name somebody you know who deserves a better life than they have: .

Name something that you’re good at but don’t like: >> Money management. That would be far more useful IF I HAD MONEY TO MANAGE

Name something that you’re bad at but DO like: >> SoulCalibur.

Name somebody who has tried to help you and ended up hurting you: . Name a date that has a lot of significance to you: .

Name something in your life that was a blessing in disguise: .

Name something that you’ve done that would be considered rebellious: >> Pierced my own upper-ear cartilage in the bathroom at my job with some jewelry I stole from the Claire's down the street. (I was 16)

Name something you wish you had enough money to do: >> Literally everything, man. I have zero money so literally everything.

[siriuslytproblem28]

upon finishing past lives

okay, so, as the final credits of past lives showed upon my laptop at around 4AM last night, i felt a giant urge to simply sit and write. i didn't do it right then, deciding to let the feelings and thoughts simmer for a while longer. then, i decided to read the reviews on letterboxd and came across a beautiful story. i went to bed promising myself to go back to what i wanted to write, so as not to lose momentum which is a very big motivator for me. otherwise, i'd simply let the moment slip and this is most definetely not something i wanted to happen with this beautiful piece of media.

i was opening my notes app rn and then decided to write here, for some reason. i've often been feeling the need to share some of my experiences with narrative fiction here, since i started with posting only about jegulus fics, but ended up talking about a movie or whatever. since no one reads here, it's basically my journal and my archive. i have terrible memory so i love to have all kinds of records and archives for things that moved me.

after this enormous introduction, let's talk about past lives.

i had such huge expectations after seeing one of the people in whose opinion i trust the most having loved it, and the general vibe i felt seeing the promo pics and the poster (i just don't like watching trailers for movies), that as i pressed play i was afraid it might turn to disappointment. what i wasn't expecting was the extent it actually surppassed the meeting of them, becoming most definetely my favorite movie i watched for the award season (very late in the game, i know).

something about it felt so familiar and yet so intriguing, i loved the pacing and the dialog. but especially the subtext. i've seen some reviews talking about how much they felt a lack of connection on a deeper, personal level, and my experience watching it could not have been more different.

not all parts of it clicked immediatey with me, i've later read reviews from people who immigrated to the US and realized i totally missed some details about this particular aspect, being a brazillian who never left Brazil. Though i think that, as a latina, there are some cultural aspects that i could absolutely relate to, probabbly from the perspective of a non north american and that was really interesting.

i don't wanna dwell much on the technicalities of the movie, though i believe it so beautifully shot and placed, i loved how much the scenarios add to every frame that appears on screen, the meaningfullness of the backgrounds that add to the subtext. Which is exactly the point i want to dwell on: the subtext. For me, it's one of the strongest aspects of the movie. Unfortunately, i haven't had the best experience on watching to analyze the writing properly, since i watched it via the jack sparrow way (it's not available in brazil ok) and the portuguese subs were kind of botched. Still, the content of every single conversation and it's weight was not lost on me. Though sometimes simple, it was always majestically written (and obviously i can detail better my opinions the english parts, the language i do, in fact understand without needing translation) and powerful.

i've had multiple experiences in my life with people that seem to come and go, but when i take a closer look i come to realize they have never really left. so i connected to the story sooo much, i even dreamt about of of my biggest crushes in middle school, and my first love, who i spent my whole adolescence loving and still is one of my best friends.

timing and the passing thereof, has always been a complicated thing for me to deal with. i remember writing about changes and my loathing of them from a very young age. now, in my early adult life, i find myself seeking those narratives more than i did as a kid. still kinda fearing the absence they'll leave inside me, but also yearning for the reflections they might bring.

i was around 12 years old when i watched boyhood. it was probabbly one of the first movies to ever cause me a hint of an existencial crisis. not in a way you'd expect, though. not in a "omg i need to get a career and wtf am i doing", but in a sense of how it portrayed relationships, the passing of time, etc etc.

as i grew older, focusing on the past 3 years, then came normal people and just this last january, before sunrise.

I re-read np in late 2023 as i felt the need to, when i realized i was falling really in love for the first time ever since my first love, which had a hold on me for almost 7 years (and i'm 20, that's a lot haha). i found that, somehow, it had meant even more to me the second time around.

january, this year, i caved in and watched before sunrise. i also had super high expectations but nothing could ever prepare me for what i received. it became one of my favourite movies ever, and it spoke to parts of me that i had either left uncared for.

to me, past lives came and fed that specific part. all of these pieces of media i spoke a lot on, they talk to and help me understand a feeling i've had in my heart ever since i can remember.

i always had a fascination with something i've come up with, to explain basically the foundation of everything i love, in art, in myself, in life, "the unsaid".

my definition of it, is that the unsaid lies within the dialog, the text, the spoken word, the writing itself. in media and in life. it's like subtext, but maybe even deeper. it's the look you give to your best friend across the room. it's the goodbye that gets trapped inside your throat the last time you talk to someone. it's the touch that never reaches itself out. it's the i love you you don't dare to let slip. it's the look you give someone when you stopped kissing them to just look at them. it's how your eyes light up whenever you see one of your favorite persons in the world. it's when you stop in your tracks in the middle of a party and gaze at your friends, and realize that life can be, in deed, beautiful, and how lucky you are. it also kinda relates to frances ha definition of what she looks for in a relationship, that really stuck with me.

i live for the unsaid. either be it in the art i consumme, or how i experience it in my life. it's what makes existing worth anything, personally. as past lives dialogs sm with this notion. all the scenes where hae sung and nora don't say a word to each other, their look speak millions. that reminded me of one of my favourite scenes from before sunrise, the famous booth scene. in all of the above, i sat unsable to shake a small laughter, or maybe a sly tear, in response to the volume of what was being communicated there.

i consider myself really lucky with the people i have in my life and this movie spoke to this, too. i have a childhood best friend who remains close to me, a sister, really, for over 10 years. i have another childhood friend, who was my first big crush and baby love i ever had, who i used to think i was gonna marry and have children with, to the extent i have drawings of it, still be my best friend to this day. i have friend since middle school, who i fell deeply in love with at the tender age of 13 and who remained my muse very well util my 19th year of being alive, and she was my first girlfriend, the first girl i kissed, and remains my best friend. i've also been lucky to experience such a short but beautifully loving experience with a close friend i made in college, in the latter part of 2023. i haven't really gotten over him, but it's fine, cause ever since watching before sunrise, i realized i had multiple - and i can't believe i'm refferencing tfios in the year of the lord, 2024 - infinities with. though i had grieved what seems to be the ending of our never named, never labelled, situationship, and i still feel a lot of things for him, i've become gratefull for having experience such interesting and soul touching things with him. for opening myself up for it. for admiting my feelings to him. for the leap of faith i took, even if i ended up stranded or hit by rocks at the bottom of the cliff. i'm grateful it happened, even if i still cry about it and have written many songs for him. no matter how long it'll take me to get "over" him, i'll live. and i'm happy it happened. he's become one of my favorite people in this life and this is something i don't say lightly and don't take for granted.

i think to me, the "meaning of life", is to collect this feelings and experiences that turn you into the person you are at the moment. i have no idea of who i'd be without all my influences. i've written mysel, but i was only able to, with the refferences and quotes of every friend i had, every person i loved, everyone who became my family or stopped being it. maybe it's my cancer moon and venus. but i'm really nothing more than a mosaic, a reflection of every single person present in my life (real or parassocial), a collection of words, spoken or not.

and yeah, i barelly spoke directly on past lives, but it's what i always tend to do anyways. i'm not here to make a detailed runthrough, analysis over the cinematography and the script, i might be an acting major but i lack the knowledge (or maybe just doubt i do). but this is, still, my journal, to track my experiences and thoughts. so that's what i did. and i don't think, at least right now, that this movie can really fit into aything i could try to say.