#captain jack sparrow fluff

[imyourbratzdoll]

Could I request Jack sparrow x reader fluff?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[jacksparrowfanpage]

"Kissin' Privileges."

Requested by @Anonymous (If this isn’t what you imagined, I am happy to rewrite it!) 

Prompt #: 16

#: "Wait, no, don't take kissing privileges away from me."

“You have to stop throwing yourself into these dangerous battles, darling.” You said, wrapping up the captain's arm. The Black Pearl had gotten into a useless battle that had no outcome for either side with the British Royal Navy. Jack sipped on a bottle of rum, not responding to you. Faint waves crashed outside of the Captain’s cabin, that being the only source of noise throughout the entire ship. Everyone knew that the battle that just ensued was worthless. Half of the crew got injured, and you were one of the few untouched. 

Jack had gotten a nasty stab in the arm, and you could already see the blood seeping through the white cloth that you had just wrapped. Muttering a few words underneath your breath, you looked at your lovers’ face. Jack’s face was blank with emotion, which was a sight you almost never saw. 

“Darling, you know that battle was worth nothing. I know you have a thing out for the Navy, but think about how many people got hurt during that. There was no gain, only loss.” You took the bottle of rum away from Jack, unwrapping his arm and pouring a bit on his wound. A pained expression turned onto his face, him giving you a confused look. “Had to clean it.” You said, setting the bottle of rum away from him. “I’m not gonna let you drink away your sorrows and guilt in rum either.” You mumbled, cleaning the wound again, wrapping it. The Pearl didn’t need a captain with an infected wound. 

Jack once again, just went back to staring at the wall. This was just getting annoying by now. “Until you stop pouting, and talk to me like a human being and go back to being Jack Sparrow,” You paused, gathering up your few things that you had in the Captain’s cabin. “I’ll be sleeping in my old hammock, and there will be no affection. No kisses, no hugs, not even a brush of a hand.” You said, heading for the door. “Also, no rum.” Holding his bottle of rum, and the key to the rum cellar in your hands you walked out. 

Jack’s head finally looked at the door, huffing like a small child. “This isn’t fair…” He whined like a small child, flopping back onto his bed. The pirate knew it wasn’t the right thing to sail his crew into battles, but the Navy had been taunting him for a while now and he just needed to finally get his anger out of them. Multiple of their men had either died, or gotten heavily injured though. It may seem there had been no good outcome at all, but to Jack there was. He killed a few of their men. 

In most situations, he was happy to just verbally settle things. Most situations. Jack finally sat up on his bed, wincing from the pain in his arm. Getting to his feet, he walked over to his charts and opened his compass. It just spun in circles, not giving him a heading at all. 

He slammed the darn thing closed, walking out of the cabin. He looked over at the edge of the ship, watching the crashing waves for a moment. The waves were rather calm, and there was a nice breeze. The Pearl was just going in a random direction, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. 

The Captain finally took a deep breath, heading down to where the crew’s hammocks were. Looking around the dark room, he pulled out his compass. It landed directly to where you were laying, half asleep. 

“Luv, wake up.” He gently shook you awake, watching your eyes flutter open. You stood up out of your hammock, crossing your arms. It was easy to tell that you were annoyed at the Captain, but rather everyone was on the ship currently. Even the monkey that refused to leave. 

“Let’s go talk, not here.” Jack went to grab your hand, but you stepped away from him. There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but sighed and walked away. You followed behind him, willing to see what he wanted to say to you. Once you were up on deck, away from everyone else, Jack immediately turned to you. 

“Please, luv, please forgive me. I know that was a useless battle.” He said, a pleading look on his face. 

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. I’m not injured, Captain.” You said, crossing your arms. “I know, I know you're not injured, but ye said.. That no kisses. I’m not sure if I could live without those or ye might as well send me off to the Kracken again.” 

It was a bit funny, watching the proud Jack Sparrow plead to you. Something that you never thought you would see. “Go apologize, to all that were injured in that battle you put us through.” You grabbed his chin, looking directly into his eyes. “I can assure you, the whole crew would like that. None of us are leaving your command, but they could if they really wanted to.” Jack just nodded, stepping away and back down into the crew’s cabin. 

You sat down on the steps of the ship, looking up at the sky. After a few minutes, but what felt like forever, your lover came back onto deck. 

“Did they accept your apology?” You asked, looking up at the Captain. He just nodded, seeming relieved it was over. “They be goin’ to use that against me, forever.” He said, sitting down next to you. 

“Since, I got put the torture of that,I believe that I be getting kissin’ privileges back.” Jack said, wrapping his none injured arm around you. “I suppose so.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

[make-me-imagine]

Lost Moment

Scenario Prompt: 'B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something.' Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Cpt. Jack Sparrow x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None!

Words: ~1k

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The cool salty breeze washed over you as you looked out at the open sea. The waves rocked the ship, as a storm loomed in the distance. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath.

Jack absentmindedly rocked the helm back and forth with the movement of the waves. His eyes were locked on your profile, watching as you stood at the edge of the ship, eyes closed, taking a deep breath in. The sun was washing over you, lighting up your features.

A soft smile sat on his lips as he watched you. It had become harder and harder to keep his eyes off of you over the time you became a member of his crew. He was surprised when you stayed behind after Will and Elizabeth left, back to their normal lives. But he was glad you stayed, you were suited to this life, this was where you were meant to be.

"Dreaming up anything exciting love?" He called out.

Opening your eyes, you looked over at Jack as he watched you from the wheel. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you took in how he was looking at you. A playful smile on his face, as his eyes raked over you.

You smiled softly and shook your head, "I wasn't dreaming up anything at all." Turning, you walked a bit closer, Jack's eyes never left you as you grew closer.

"Not even thinking of the day you might have your own ship?" He asked with a crooked smile.

You leaned on the banister in front of him and smiled "As if you'd ever let me. I'd be too tough of competition for you and you know it."

He leaned forward as he spoke with a voice of awe. "Oh, but wouldn't that be fun?" You let out a soft laugh and shook your head. He watched you for another moment. "Come over here." He said, motioning his head, and waving his hand around.

You furrowed your brow as you walked around to meet him. Stepping aside, he gestured at the helm "Take it."

You gave him a questioning gaze, but he simply motioning his head at the wheel. Stepping in front of the wheel, you cautiously put your hands on the spokes. You felt a chill run up your spine as Jack suddenly stepped up behind you, his chest almost pressed against your back.

Reaching around you, he softly grabbed your hands, moving them to different spokes. Without removing his hands, he stepped a bit closer to you, his chest now pressed against you. His head beside yours, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek.

"People often mistake steering a ship a simple feat. But to keep steady on the waves, heading in the right direction, takes skill some don't have." He spoke softly, his hands guiding yours through the motions of the wheel.

Slowly, he removed his hands from yours, hovering them as you continued the motion he had shown you. You moved with the motion of the waves, keeping your direction. He smiled as he watched the concentration on your face.

Leaning in a bit further, his lips almost grazing your ear, he spoke in a whisper. "You're a natural love."

You felt a chill wash over you again, as heat rose up your neck and ears. You spoke softly, your voice somewhat restrained. "You should be careful about what you teach me Jack. I just might start a mutiny and steal the ship."

He smirked, whispering into your ear again. "Wouldn't that be exciting?" He cooed. "But you'd miss me too much." He added, and you could hear the smirk on his lips.

You smiled to yourself. "Always thinking so highly of yourself." You said teasingly as you looked back at him.

Your breath caught in your throat as realized just how close he was. His eyes locked with yours, a crooked smile on his face, his nose close to brushing yours.

Feeling his hands suddenly rest on your hips, your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes slowly left yours, drifting down to settle on your lips. Pulling you back a little, closer to him than you thought possible, his nose brushed yours, as his lips hovered over yours. As his eyes met yours again, you were almost startled by the eagerness within them.

Inching a little closer, you felt his lips barely brush against yours. Your chest tightened as your breath still held in your throat. Jack slowly lifted his head, purposefully brushing his nose against yours, teasing you with the possibility of a kiss.

Just as he began to close in, you jumped as a loud shout came from the other side of the ship.

"Jack! Jack!" Gibb's called out, clearly panicked.

Jack closed his eyes in annoyance as he spun around. You finally took a breath and stepped away, seemingly snapping out of the moment.

"Gibbs! Bad timing as usual. What could you possibly be shouting at now?" He asked with annoyance.

"Jack-" Gibbs stopped in front of the two of you breathlessly. "A ship, coming up on us! Looks like the Navy."

You felt your heart leap a bit as Jack spun around, facing you. He leaned in a little, and spoke softly. "We'll continue this later." He said with a soft smirk and a wink, before he began shouting out orders.

You let out a deep breath, shaking off the moments tension before you started running around the ship preparing to outrun the navy ship. All the while, your thoughts kept leaping back to what happened with Jack and what he said. What exactly was going to happen "later"?

xx End xx

Get blue-balled lol.

I know it's pretty short, but I hope you enjoyed! Please consider leaving a comment or reblogging if you did~

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[bebx]

Relationship: Anthony Hope & Sweeney Todd

Summary:

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

[lightdustchild]

Pairings:Jack Sparrow x reader

Fluff

You sat on the edge of the ship swinging your legs quite bored at that. The waves crashed together in the dark night. The stars bright. "I wonder how many are there?" You whispered to yourself. "Millions thousands nobody knows love" you hear someone say. You turn ur head to see the captain there. You jump off and land on the ship infront of him "Hello captain!" You said smiling. He gave his usual grin a bottle of beer in his hand "Hello love" he said. You sighed and took the bottle from him throwing it over the ship. He shrugged "Plenty more here" He said turning you grabbed his shoulder pulling him back to you. "Now what do you think your doing?" He said. You wrap your arms around him as fast as possible his body went stiff before he responed and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Can we stay like this for a bit" You whisper you can practically feel his grin "Sure love".

[reine-du-sourire]

Adventure smells delicious.

[silverhenderson]

Captain Morgan Jack Sparrow x Reader (Rosa Morgan)

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Reader (Rosa Morgan)

Warnings: Suggestive Content, Strong Language

Word Count: 1680

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[danihow]

Stare

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

Word count: 2.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And is driving you insane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You have"

"Have not."

"You have"

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

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

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

"Love..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dem-obscure-imagines]

The Happily Ever After

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Just the Three of Us | Relocated | What We Were Waiting For

Fandom: Stranger Things

Prompt: “Here’s my proposition; What you receive: all of my love and affection + a cake of your choosing. What I receive: part four of just the three of us. Pretty solid deal I think.”

Note: I do indeed think that’s a pretty solid deal. I’ll take a red velvet cake if that’s cool with you. Here is the long-anticipated Part 4! Sorry it took so long, but uh…Volume 2 put a little wrench in my motivation…Love you guys lots. Take care of yourselves during these trying times.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, poly fluff.

Word Count: 5.2k

Reader is: female, from the future

It was too early in the morning that your alarm clock rang, blaring from the nightstand somewhere behind you.

You groaned and shook your head. “What time is it?”

“It’s Ren Faire day, princess.” You felt a kiss on your nose and a warn hand on your face, opening your eyes to find Eddie’s face right in front of your own, his curly hair a messy bed head, as it usually was in the mornings.

You gasped, remembering suddenly.

“You nerds get up really early for these things, huh?” Steve chuckled, his face pressed against the back of your neck. You loved the way his voice sounded in the morning, all deep and gravely. His arm tightened a bit around your waist as he pulled you back against his chest.

“We’re dedicated to our craft, Harrington.” Eddie smirked, scooching forward and effectively trapping you in a boyfriend sandwich, his arm arcing over you to touch Steve. “And I, for one, can’t wait to see our preppy little boyfriend all dressed up today.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Steve shook his head. “I can’t believe you two talked me into this.”

“I can.” You and Eddie both said at the same time.

“Jinx.” You whispered, Eddie’s eyes gentle while they lingered on your features.

“They still do ‘jinx’ in the future?”

“They still do ‘jinx’ in the future.” You confirmed.

“Cool. Well, you jinxed me, so I think that means I owe you a kiss.”

“Those aren’t the rules I’m familiar with, Munson.” You tilted your head, an amused grin tugging at your lips.

“You know, if you wanna kiss our girlfriend, you can just say that.” Steve pushed the hair off of your neck and kissed your cheek before trailing kisses down your jaw. “Because I know I do.”

“Yeah, let’s go with that.” Eddie smirked, kissing Steve’s cheek, and then his lips before moving on to yours.

It was complex, how these little make-out sessions worked between the three of you, but you loved every minute of them. Eddie’s lips explored yours, his hand between your head and the pillow, fingers in your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Meanwhile, Steve was, no doubt, leaving a loving little bruise on your neck, his lips careful, but firm.

“I love you.” You murmured to both of them.

“I love you too.” Steve whispered behind you, sealing his words with one last kiss on your cheek.

“As do I.” Eddie kissed your nose, looking into your eyes for a long moment before finally sitting up. “Ugh, I’m so excited.”

***

“Baby, will you do my eyeliner?” Eddie asked once the three of you were relatively ready to go pick up the others for the Faire. The king of Hellfire was dressed as a warlock-leaning pirate captain. He looked very Jack Sparrow, despite the fact that Jack Sparrow did not exist yet. His costume consisted of a billowy black shirt with a deep v-neck, held loosely together at the top by thin, crisscrossed strings. As usual, his fingers were adorned with his signature rings. He had a few accessories attached to a brown leather belt that hugged his hips, and on his head, there was a wide-brimmed pirate hat to match, a few beads and gemstones attached to it that you’d helped him sew on.

“Yeah, one second.” You called over your shoulder as you adjusted Steve’s costume. You and Eddie had talked him into a ranger-esque costume, complete with a cape and a quiver full of arrows. It was notably less intricate than Eddie’s, but you were lucky to have gotten him to wear it at all. He was, however, wearing some leather archery gloves, along with a small brown satchel to put his wallet and keys in.

Meanwhile, you were dressed as an elven princess, your costume fairly simple due to the short notice and your lack of supplies from the future, but you were wearing a layered purple skirt, a peasant top, a corset, a jeweled circlet around your head, a pair of pointed ears, and, of course, one of Eddie’s rings around your finger.

Steve grinned down at you, amused, as you fiddled with the strap of his quiver, adjusting it so it sat comfortably against his back.

“How does that feel?”

“A lot better. Thank you.” Steve leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “You know, I had my doubts, but this might be fun.”

“Will be fun.” You corrected.

“You look great, Harrington.” Eddie smirked. “But I still miss that dorky little sailor costume you used to wear.”

Steve chuckled, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. “Oh god not the sailor costume.”

You raised an eyebrow. “When did you wear a sailor costume? And follow-up question: where might I find pictures of you wearing such a costume?”

“Ugh, Munson, see what you’ve done?”

Eddie laughed maniacally. “Ah yes, all according to my evil plan.” He leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “I’ll show you later. I’ve got them tucked away somewhere safe.”

“I look forward to it.” You said, putting the finishing touches on Steve’s costume before turning your attention to Eddie, who was sitting on the couch, manspreading shamelessly, an eyeliner pencil in his outstretched hand. He gave his thigh a pat, inviting you over.

You walked over and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist to support you. You admired him for a moment, that handsome face of his.

“What?” He asked, amused, his voice little more than a whisper as his arm tightened around you slightly.

“You, Eddie Munson…are so hot.”

As soon as you said it, Eddie’s cheeks began to redden. He laughed, embarrassed. “Pfft. I don’t know about that.”

“No, no, no, she’s right.” Steve said, sitting next to Eddie on the couch. “She always is.”

“Well I can’t argue with that logic.” Eddie accepted, relaxing against the cushions, his free hand taking Steve’s.

You adjusted your position on his leg and gently took the hat off of his head, handing it to Steve. Eddie stared up at you with stars in his eyes, waiting in anticipation for you to finally put eyeliner on him.

“Close your eyes.” You murmured, and he did so. Then, carefully, you drew eyeliner onto the edge of his eyelid. “Do you want them kinda smoky, or a more solid line?”

“Smoky.” He answered, his voice quiet.

“Cool.” You nodded and gently smudged the line with your pinkie finger, giving him a smokier look. Then, you repeated on the other eye. “Now look up.”

He tilted his head back.

You giggled. “No, like, open your eyes and look up with them.”

“Oh.” Eddie opened his eyes and then looked up at the ceiling.

Even more carefully this time, you traced his lower lash line with the eyeliner and then smudged it expertly. His eye twitched a little bit, but for the most part, he managed to keep them steady.

“All done.” You told him, sliding the cap back onto the pencil and leaning in to kiss him.

“Lemme see.” Eddie set you in Steve’s lap and got up to look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Holy shit!” He emerged wearing a brilliant smile. “Princess, this looks awesome. Thanks.”

“Any time.” You smiled, an arm draped around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve guided your face to his, kissing you softly. You reached up and cupped his cheek with your hand, keeping him close as his lips explored yours.

“I love you,” he whispered it like he was telling you a little secret, his brown eyes incredibly warm, sparkling as he admired you in your costume.

“I love you too.” You replied, going in for another quick kiss before getting up off of his lap and getting the rest of your things together.

Sometimes, you looked at your boyfriends, really looked at them and remembered where you were, when you were. Today, you were in 1986, all dressed up for a Renaissance Faire. A few months ago, this would have been little more than a distant daydream, a passing thought, and now it was your daily reality.

“You okay?” Eddie waved a hand in front of your face when he noticed you zone out.

“I’m fine.” You nodded, taking a step closer and wrapping an arm around his torso while Steve draped an arm over the both of you. “Great, actually. I’ve got my boys, we’ve got some great costumes, and we’re going to have an awesome time.”

Steve grinned and kissed your forehead. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

***

The three of you picked up Robin, Dustin, and Nancy, planning to meet the rest of the group at the faire grounds.

“Cool costume, (Y/N).” Dustin complimented. He was wearing some Paladin gear that looked like he had made it himself.

“Thank you!” You smiled. “I usually go as a tiefling rogue, but all my ren gear is in the future, so…starting from scratch, I suppose.”

“Babe, what’s a tiefling?” Eddie asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

You paused for a long moment. “Are…are tieflings not in DnD yet?” You asked, dumbfounded.

“They’re from DnD?” Dustin asked. “Oh my god, I love when you talk about future stuff. What are they like?”

“They’re like…demon people, kind of. Cool demon features, red skin, horns, that sort of stuff. They’re insanely popular in every DnD group I’ve ever played in.”

“That sounds fucking awesome.” Eddie grinned, taking your hand. “Do you know when they pop up?”

“No clue. But I guess it has to be sometime between now and fifth edition.”

“FIFTH EDITION?!” Dustin asked, his eyes just about bulging out of his head. “Holy shit!”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Yeah.”

Nancy watched you, her big blue eyes curious. She was also wearing a princess costume, but hers leaned more fairy-inspired than yours did, complete with a flower crown and brighter pastel colors. Robin, who was dressed in a Robin Hood-inspired outfit, had helped Nancy with hers, too.

“What’s it like?” She asked quietly.

“What’s what like?” You asked, sitting on the bench seat in the front of the car, crammed quite comfortably between Steve, who was driving, and Eddie, whose fingers were drumming a steady rhythm against your thigh.

“You don’t have to answer this, but…isn’t it weird being here?”

“Oh.” You thought for a long moment. “Well yeah, sometimes. Every time I almost get used to things, I find out something else I’m used to having won’t be invented until like the nineties or something. And that’s…tricky, I guess. But I love it here. And you guys are all great and super nice. I’ve got a great support system here.” You squeezed Steve’s hand and he squeezed it right back. “And besides, pretty much everyone from my generation idolizes the 1980s.”

“This is news.” Steve raised an eyebrow, looking at you briefly while he was stopped at a red light. “Really?”

“Yeah, definitely. A lot of people my age are obsessed with ‘80s music and the aesthetic. Some of the fashion is coming back, too. Lots of the movies are still really popular, some of them getting remakes. And also, they’re making a lot of new movies that take place in the ‘80s, too.”

“Remakes?” Robin asked.

“They made an all-girls Ghostbusters a few years back. It got a lot of hate, but I liked it. The Ninja Turtles come back around every five years or so with a new something.” You chuckled. “There’s a lot of others, too, I just can’t remember them all off the top of my head.”

“An all-girls Ghostbusters…” Robin whispered, smiling. “Awesome.”

“Hey Steve, are we almost there?” Dustin asked from the backseat.

“Almost there.” Steve nodded, putting his blinker on before taking a turn.

“I can’t wait.” Robin grinned, fixing up her makeup with a little mirror in the back seat.

“I can’t believe we’ve never been to a Renaissance Faire before.” Dustin chuckled, shaking his head. “It took your awesome girlfriend from the future to open our eyes to it.”

“You’re welcome, Henderson. Glad I could introduce you to the nerdy wonderland hiding right under your noses.” You chuckled, leaning your head against Eddie’s shoulder.

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your hairline, and you could feel his lips curl into a smile. “Our costumes are gonna be even better and cooler next year.”

“Definitely.”

***

It didn’t take long to get the rest of the way there. The people standing at the entrance of the parking lot, which was really just a big grassy field, directed you where to park amongst the rows and rows of cars that were already there. Dustin used his walkie talkie to figure out where the others were parked, and then you all started walking towards their vehicle.

When you found them, the other half of the group were sitting in the back of a large yellow pizza van, putting on their garb as quickly as they could. You recognized pretty much everyone who was there. You’d been introduced to each of them at your birthday party do-over and they all seemed nice, as far as you could tell. The only exception was the addition of Argyle, Jonathan’s friend from California. Already you could tell he had good vibes.

“Is this the girl from the future I keep hearing about?” He asked as soon as he laid eyes on you, one of your hands in Steve’s and the other in Eddie’s.

“I’m (Y/N). You must be Argyle.”

“Nice to meet you. I think it’s super dope you have two boyfriends, by the way. I wish everyone got two soulmates. More to love, you know?”

This caused you, Eddie, and Steve to all laugh a little. You nodded. “Yeah, I think so, too. Totally lucked out with these two.”

“(Y/N), did you bring any safety pins? My zipper broke.” Will said, motioning to the back of his wizard costume, which was hanging open haphazardly.

“You seem pretty crafty; I told Will you might have some on you.” Jonathan admitted, shrugging.

“Well you were correct.” You said, opening the bag hanging at your hip and quickly producing a safety pin, carefully using it to join the ends of Will’s robe. “I can help sew a new one on later. Or I could help make you a new one. Totally up to you.”

“A new costume might be nice.” Will contemplated.

Once that was handled, Steve wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his side and Eddie’s hand found its way into yours again, his ringed fingers lacing between your own. He pulled your hand to his lips, littering a few kisses there on the back of it.

The large hoard of nerds you’d acquired started walking towards the front gates together. Nancy handed out the tickets and made sure you each had one, and then you walked through the domed archway into what felt like another world.

Right at the entrance, there was a tall Maypole with dancers wrapping ribbons around it while music played in the background. Almost everyone you encountered was dressed up as though they were straight out of a fantasy novel. Vendors were selling food and drinks, costume pieces and ornate jewelry, homemade candles, artisan soaps, and so on and so forth.

“Holy shit…” Eddie murmured, looking around at everything.

“Hey you three.” Robin said, grabbing your attention, her Polaroid in hand. “Smile!”

She snapped a photo of the three of you, handing it to Steve once it printed out the front of her camera. He shook it idly while it developed before showing you and Eddie.

“Oh my god that’s so cute.” You smiled. “Thank you, Robin.”

“Any time.” She grinned.

Everyone kind of split off, agreeing to meet at twelve to grab something to eat together before going their separate ways. You, Steve, and Eddie stuck with the other older members of the group: Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, and Robin.

For a while, you browsed the racks of costumes. Eddie looked at a very ornate pirate jacket while Steve tried on a few flamboyant leather hats.

“What do you think of this one?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“I think you look hot in all of them, babe.” You said, walking up to him.

“Oh you think so, do you?” He grinned, hugging you to his side and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“If you want one, we’ve still got about four and a half months on my fancy card.” You reminded him.

“I don’t know what I’d do with a hat like this, princess.” He chuckled, taking it off of his head and putting it back on the rack where he’d found it. “But, uh, I think our boyfriend found something he likes.” He glanced over at Eddie, who had tried on the pirate captain coat and was admiring his reflection in the mirror.

You snuck up behind him, a mischievous look on your face, and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Oh! Hey.” He grinned and made eye contact with you in your reflections. “What do you think?”

“I think it suits you, Captain Munson.” You kissed his cheek. “If you want it, I’ve got my Gold Card on me.”

Eddie thought for a long time, quiet. He had that same look on his face he got every time you tried to buy him something. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I am.” You assured him.

“It’s pretty expensive.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ve got unlimited funds for the next four-ish months. We may as well use them.”

Eddie slowly smiled, laughing a bit before meeting your eyes. “Well I can’t argue with that logic, now can I?”

You walked to the counter with him and bought the jacket before reuniting with Steve outside the stall, where he was chatting with Argyle, whose long hair was now braided with several flowers woven into it.

“Woah, cool coat!” Argyle complimented.

Eddie beamed, showing it off proudly. “It was a gift bestowed upon me by Princess (Y/N) of Hawk’s End.”

You laughed. You loved when Eddie’s DM voice came out.

“What do you think, Harrington?” Eddie did a little spin.

“I think you make one hell of a pirate captain, Ed.” Steve smirked before adding playfully, “Might even get me back in that old sailor costume.”

Eddie gasped and put his hand over his heart. “Promise?”

“We’ll see.” Steve shook his head, chuckling.

Eddie walked up to Steve, his fingers playfully hovering near his face before pulling him in for a kiss that Steve gladly reciprocated. It was adorable, how affectionate they were with each other. For both of them, touch was one of their main love languages, so physical affection was a big part of your relationship with them. Not that you minded at all. It was nice. It was nice being cared for by your two favorite people in the world.

“Now we’ve gotta find a cool new costume piece for you, big boy.” Eddie kissed Steve’s nose and Steve blushed, grinning.

“Better get looking, then.” Steve replied.

“It says on this map there’s a mead tent.” Robin read from the map she’d picked up at the gate. “And a mermaid? And a fairy garden!”

“What’s mead?” Argyle asked.

“It’s like honey-based wine. It’s pretty sweet, but they make it in a bunch of flavors and it’s pretty good.” You answered. “My favorite is blueberry mead.”

“You know a lot of things, future girl.” Argyle noted, nodding. Yeah, he was probably baked, you figured. After spending a little over a month dating Eddie, you’d recognize that smell anywhere. “Thanks for sharing your knowledge.”

You laughed. “Any time.”

“I think we should check that out.” Steve noted. “It’d give me some time to sober up before I’ve gotta drive us back.”

“You like wine?” You asked, amused.

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “On occasion.”

“No wonder Dustin calls you Mom.” Eddie joked, giving Steve an affectionate nudge.

“Well I wanna go see the mermaid.” Robin said. “Looks like the mead tent is on the way.”

“Perfect.” Steve took your hand in one and Eddie’s in the other, starting to lead the rest of the group over to the mead tent.

***

By the time lunch rolled around and you joined up with the kids again, you were still a little buzzed from the mead tent.

“Woah, Eddie, cool coat!” Dustin complimented.

“Doesn’t he look great? A total pirate captain.” Steve grinned, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s waist from behind and kissing him on the cheek.

“Are you…drunk?” Dustin asked, his eyes narrowing at you and Steve slightly.

You giggled. “A little. We found a mead tent.”

“They’re both lightweights.” Eddie whispered very loudly, earning an elbow to the chest. “They’ll sober up once we get some food in ‘em, though.”

“What’s mead?” Mike asked, holding hands with Eleven.

“The nectar of the gods, brochacho.” Argyle declared. “I have been changed at this Renaissance Festival.”

Once you all caught up with each other and shared the things you had found, the rest of you started browsing the food stalls. Steve made a beeline for the giant turkey legs while you located something more palatable at one of the other storefronts.

There weren’t many places to sit and eat, so your whole group sat on the back benches at one of the live shows.

Steve held up his turkey leg proudly and took a bite, nodding immediately. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”

“Can I have a bite?” Eddie asked, curious more than anything.

Steve nodded and held the leg closer to Eddie, who took a bite from it.

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head a bit as he chewed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have finished that whole thing. That’s…a lot.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, taking a bite of your veggie burger. “I usually share one with my friends back home because it’s too much for any one of us to finish on our own. They’re good with barbeque sauce, though.”

“That’s a good idea, princess.” Steve grinned, dabbing some barbeque sauce onto it before digging in again. “You’re right. You’re always right.”

“That seems to be the pattern lately, yeah.” You chuckled.

“You want a bite?” He offered, his eyes earnest.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You took a little bite before turning your attention back to your own meal. Once you were finished eating, you looked at Steve, who still had a little barbeque sauce clinging to the corner of his lip. “Babe.”

“Hmm?” He hummed, looking over at you, oblivious.

“Come here.” You beckoned him closer and he leaned in, those gorgeous big brown eyes gazing into yours. You led his lips to yours and kissed him softly, pulling away after a few moments before telling him, “You had some BBQ on your lip.”

Steve laughed sheepishly and looked at you. “Well did you get it?”

“Yep.” You pecked his lips one more time before getting up to walk your trash to the garbage can. When you made your way back to the group, Eddie was reaching out for you, his fingers wiggling needily. You grinned and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around you.

“Can I get a kiss even if I don’t have BBQ on my face, princess?” Eddie asked, his features mischievous.

“You can have a kiss any time you want, Captain Munson.” You tilted his chin up towards you and pressed a long kiss to his lips.

Once everyone else was finished, you all started walking around the faire once more, browsing the various stalls, shopping for odds and ends. In one of the other costume stalls, Eddie stuck a very kingly crown on Steve’s head, mostly as a joke, but the look Steve gave himself in the mirror while he was wearing it was enough to make you bust out your Gold  Card.

And then, when you all were about finished exploring, you stumbled upon a psychic’s shop. Immediately, you felt a pull you couldn’t explain.

“A psychic?” Eddie asked, reading the sign. “That’s cool.”

“I…I think I’m gonna get a reading.” You decided, walking inside, Steve and Eddie not far behind you.

Steve browsed the little crystals for sale out front while you walked to the counter and booked a reading. And as soon as the psychic was ready, she beckoned you beyond the beaded curtains to her table while Steve and Eddie waited out in the storefront for you to be done.

The psychic was an older woman, probably around fifty or sixty. She had reddish hair pulled back into a bun. Her fingers were adorned with rings and bracelets, her nails painted gold. She had a kind twinkle in her eye, like she knew things she wasn’t supposed to. Although, you supposed, that was kind of the whole point.

“So you want a stone reading today, eh?” She asked, collecting said rocks from the table’s surface. Some of them were crystals, others were bones or pieces of bones, there were a few runes, and some rocks that looked as though she’d found them outside somewhere.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“There’s some nervous energy about you, dear. Is this your first reading?”

“The first in a while.” You nodded. “I had a friend who used to do them for me before I…uh, moved.”

“Mmhmm.” She hummed, setting the pile of stones in your hands. “Breathe with me.”

You both took a deep breath together.

“And now, you can release them.” She said, motioning you for to drop the stones on the table. She looked them over for a long moment, taking in the information they gave her based on the way they fell. “You’re not from around here, are you? From quite far away. Somewhere you can’t get back to.”

“Right, yeah.” You nodded, a chill running down your spine.

“But you don’t feel lost, do you? I see a little uncertainty here, but…” She smiled softly. “Your soulmates are here.”

You smiled. “Yeah, they are.”

“They love you a lot. I can tell that much.”

“I love them a lot, too.”

She laughed. “Well that’s good.” She paused, looking over the stones. “You’re pretty financially stable now, yes?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“I’m still seeing a new job for you on the horizon, but not for a while. Maybe…a few months from now.”

You were in awe. That was when you were planning on getting a job, about a month before your Gold Card would expire.

“Let’s talk about those soulmates, shall we?”

“I’d love to.”

“Well, there’s two, for starters.” She laughed. “You’re one of the lucky ones, it seems. One of them is giving me very…paternal, protective energy. He’s…athletic. Maybe not currently, but he played sports at one point in time. He’s…he’s been hurt in the past. Someone who he really cared about betrayed him, but he doesn’t feel that way with you. It’s a different kind of fear. You got here pretty abruptly. Part of him fears you’ll…well, that you’ll disappear as quickly as you came.”

“Woah…”

“You won’t.” She reassured you quickly. “We’ll…we’ll get there, though. Now the other one, he’s something else, isn’t he? I’m getting some strong musical abilities here. He’s a bit of a rebel, an outsider. He has tattoos, yes?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Plenty of them.”

“Thought so. He’s very creative, though. An impressive storyteller. He treats you well. They both do. There is, however, something they’ve been keeping from you. It will come up in due time, but just know that they’ve been waiting to tell you for a reason.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t push them. It’s nothing that directly affects you, rather, something in their past.” She paused, taking a breath and looking into your eyes. “Speaking of pasts…I didn’t think you’d recognize me, and it’s alright that you don’t, (Y/N), but there’s a reason you came into my stall today.”

Your heart raced and you stared at her, waiting for the recognition to kick in. And then, all at once, it hit you. “Oh my god, Iris?”

“In the flesh.” She smiled, reaching for your hand, which you gladly gave her, tears welling in your eyes.

“What are you—how are you—?”

“A few months after you vanished on your twenty-first birthday, I vanished on mine. Went back to the 1950s to live with my soulmate, Lydia. She’s running the register out front.” She told you, chuckling softly and shaking her head. “I always knew you’d gone off to 1986 but it snuck up on me after all these years.”

“How did you know? What did they tell you?”

“The Commission told all of us, your friends, where you’d gone and why, told us not to make too much of a fuss about it, but it was hard to just move on like nothing had happened.” She teared up a little. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You both stood up and walked into each other’s arms, crying.

“I know you’re still afraid you’ll wake up back home, that all of this will be a dream, but it’s not. You and your soulmates are going to live happily ever after. You’re going to put down roots together, start your new life here. I know you’re going to be so happy with them for years and years and years. And every once in a while, you better come visit me.”

“Oh I will. I promise.”

“Good. Now, how would you feel about introducing me to these boys of yours?”

***

Iris, unsurprisingly, got on with Steve and Eddie very well. She trusted them with you. And now, she knew you were in good hands.

It had been a weird and wonderful day, and now, you and the rest of the group were heading towards the car to go back home. On the way there, though, you pulled Steve and Eddie aside for a second.

“Steve, Iris…told me you’re…she said you’re scared that I’m gonna…disappear.” You told him, causing him to stop in his tracks. You and Eddie stopped walking too, standing under the canopy of trees arching above you as people in Renaissance garb passed you.

“Well, w-well yeah, it’s always kinda…in the back of my mind.” Steve admitted, taking your hand and fiddling with your fingers. “I don’t know, I just…everything is so perfect and I’m just afraid that one morning I’ll wake up and…”

“Hey, look at me.” You said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek, tilting his face towards yours. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” You felt tears brimming in your eyes and reached for Eddie’s hand with your free one. “I…honestly, I was kind of afraid of that, too. But…Iris said that’s nothing to worry about. When I came here, it was a one-way trip.” You looked at Eddie, who was in tears, too. “You’re both stuck with me, alright? Forever.”

“P-promise?” Eddie asked, a lump in his throat.

“Promise.” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek, only to be wiped away by Steve’s thumb, his warm hand cupping your face. He pulled you against him, tugging Eddie closer with his other arm, the three of you huddling there together on the dirt path in your Ren gear, holding each other close.

And little did you know Robin was a little ways up the path, snapping yet another picture of the three of you with her Polaroid.

Part 5?

[captain-camille]

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

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

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, alcohol.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[moon-alight]

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

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

Show me - &Team K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, why?"

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

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

"What is it about?" Damn it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How to do... you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You're evil!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please what, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry you had to wait so long--"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, please."

[okay-j-hannah]

Lovey Dovey

Pirates of the Caribbean : Fic

Will Turner x Reader

Word Count: 1541

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

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

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

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

Rocked the ship and the first mate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wouldn’t dare,” she smirked.

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

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

“You can swim.”

She punched his shoulder and he winced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I sold it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“If you want.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want to get all lovey dovey?”

“Let me grab a sock first.”

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[lightdustchild]

Can you write jack sparrow x reader first kiss maybe?

First kiss

Pairings: Jack Sparrow x reader

You sat down on the ship nothing to do really you and Jack had been seeing each other for a good while but neither of you has kissed yet . You hadn't even had your first kiss at all and it was humiliating in your opinion . you then heard the soft tap of boots and someone sat beside you jack was there "Hello captain!" Jack sighed "How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Jack love" he said. You sighed "I don't know I just am used to calling you captain is all" he chuckled "Well I guess that's true" he took his hat off and looked at you "Now what seems to be on your mind?" He said. "nothing jack" he looked at you with a stern face "I can tell you've been thinking long and hard about something" you groaned you hated how easy you where to read, you where like a open book to him. "Ive been thinking" you paused "About how it's humiliating that I haven't had my first kiss yet" you said not meeting his gaze he grabbed your chin "Oh really" you blushed and looked him in the eye "Well allow me to change that" he said his hot breath on your lips he then kissed you softly before pulling away "There now you have" he winked and got up

[paperbag880]

Jack Sparrow x male reader

Summary: you've reunited with your old friend. Eeeh it didn't go all that well.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing?, a bit of a sexual tension

Not proofread, too lazy

Snoring "Huh- Oh! WOAH!" You woke up from a deep slumber to you being hanged by your legs and arms tied behind your back. You swung gently from side to side as you squirm in your bindings. You looked around yourself. You were on a ship but not your ship. You looked down, towards your feet, as you felt your blood go cold.

Black sails.

"Ah shet..."

Footsteps echoed around you and yet again you looked around yourself, this time with panic written all over your face. You wiggled as you glanced at your restraints. Pirates started to gather around you with their weapons and a bird. There was a way you could get out of this mess but you didn't remember the code word.

Barely? No. Truce! No. Pabble? What? Pe- Pa- Parl- Perl-

"P-PARLEY! Yes, yes, parley, that's the word!" You nodded your head rapidly at one of the crew members with a sheepish smile. They sighed and what you guessed went to call their captain. You stuck out your tongue and wiggled more in your restraints. You could see your legs as the loose went loose.

You laughed to yourself but you forgot about gravity. As you fell to the ground you hit your upper back and groaned in pain. You could hear more footsteps nearing close to you. You sat up and looked ahead. Your eyes locked on a pirate hat. You hummed and looked lower.

"Ah, shet... JAAAAAAAAACK! How's life?" You asked the man in front of you. He didn't seem to be amused or happy to see you really. How lucky were you to know Jack fucking Sparrow on friendly terms, well at least you used to know him that way. You two could have been great friends, the best even if you didn't turn yourself against him.

"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." He exclaimed and continued. "What can a sad sack like you offer to me?" He swayed around like he always does. His extravagant movements distracted you for a second. You truly had nothing to offer and he could see it in your eyes. Jack sighed. "You've come crashing onto my ship, drunk, completely wasted, and now you're asking for a parley with nothing to offer. Not to mention you've been like a tick stuck on my back all night." He said and walked towards you.

You felt embarrassed. It's not like you were ashamed you were drunk, no, no, no. It's that your stupid little brain forgot you're no longer a member of the Captain Jack Sparrow's crew and you came crawling to his ship. Jack crouched in front of you and tilted his head at you. Your mouth opened to speak but no words came out. You could at least say sorry.

Your eyes shifted to the ground. Whispers started to indulge in your ears. They weren't nice. Some insults and the normal pirate things. You lowered your head more and expected that you either die onboard or die in the ocean. Either of which you didn't want.

"Men!" You could hear Jack's voice exclaiming loudly. "Take him, make him do the dirtiest jobs we have. Don't go easy on him." You could hear the crew chuckle. You willingly stood up but your eyes were still cast downwards. "Since the traitor is here we might as well make a good use of him." Those were the last words you heard of him that day. You weren't blaming him for his harsh words and actions. You surely deserved it.

For the past few days, you've been doing all the dirty work. You haven't had a proper meal for days and your bed has been a wooden floor in the cell room. You're filthier than always which ticked you more than how much work did you have to do.

You hummed to yourself to not lose the bit of your sanity you had left, which is not much. You used to hear Jack sing this song when he got drunk. Unfortunately, you don't remember the lyrics. You continued humming as you heard the old door creak. You sighed and looked to the door.

"Captain?" You said confused. "What do I owe you for your visit?" Your eyes followed him as he sluggishly walked towards you. He had a plate in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other.

Once he was right in front of your cell he spoke. "Rum?" You weren't sure if it was a trick question or not but you were too exhausted to say no. And I mean, it's rum, of course, you'd say yes. He sets the plate and bottle on the ground and went to grab a barrel to sit on he pushed the plate closer to you, with his boot, but grabbed the rum bottle away from you. "Eat first."

You didn't protest as the food was fresh and it smelled delectable. As you ate Jack drank the rum and observed you. His first thoughts were, 'Damn he's filthy. And the smell.' But he continued drinking nonetheless. He wasn't a flower himself.

You finished your meal and were finally satisfied when it comes to hunger. Thirst was another thing. You thanked Jack who hummed and passed you the bottle. You drank it of course. The burning feeling in your throat was everything. You licked your lips once you pulled the bottle away from them. You stretched your hand towards Jack so he takes the bottle. He took it and drank as well.

You sighed thru your nose. "Captain, may I...explain myself?" The words were heavy in your throat. He stayed silent as he drank. Once he stopped he made eye contact with you. "And what could you be explaining to me?" He snarled but it was still playful.

You looked away for a sec but looked at him right after. "The time when I switched sides so suddenly?" You tilted your head a little. He turned and gestured for you to continue. "I knew Barbossa would agree to your parley so I switched sides." It was a very weird reason to switch sides, basically, betray everyone and you knew it. You saw the confusion written all over Jack's face so you contained, cus, you weren't finished. "You know how Barbossa is. He wouldn't go straight to the Pearl, so I decided to hold them up so you can fight him for as long as you need without intruders." You told your story and waited if he was gonna say sum.

"Well, why didn't you come and explain yourself after the curse was lifted?" He asked sincerely. You've been cursed that day too so you could go with Barbossa's crew on the Dauntless to kill some British virgins. Which you didn't.

"I did run away to come explain myself but... Well, I knew you would be mad and I also saw Pearl, as she swam away... So I knew you left." You looked at your hands as they played with your dirty shirt. You heard a small chuckle. Once you looked back at Jack he was drinking the rum again.

"The Pearl left me behind as well." He said as he swallowed. "I've been brought to Port Royal again to be hanged. Savvy?" He turned the bottle upside down and shook it. You didn't know he was supposed to be hanged or that the Pearl sailed without him. To say you were shocked was an understatement.

"Huh..."

...

"Turner?"

"Turner..."

You chuckled. The kid was a menace. You rested your head on the wooden planks of the Pearl and closed your eyes. Jack stayed there with you for a bit before you heard, "Well!" and a shuffle of keys. You heard a lock being opened so you opened your eyes. The door to your cell was open. "This-" he rapidly gestured to your form with his hand. "-is seriously bagging for a bath."

You let out a wholehearted chuckle and slowly got up. "Aye, aye Captain!" Jack set the barrel, he sat on, back where it was and escorted you out. Once the light blind you, you realized the ship was sailed in Tortuga. You hummed. When did they come here? Jack led you thru the streets to a tavern where he bought a room with a bathroom.

Once in the room, he shoved you into the bathroom and locked you from the outside in. You were baffled, to say the least. "Now do your deeds! Don't drown tho!" You could hear the captain say before the front door closed.

Did he...Did he just leave? He locked you in a bathroom...What will you do after you finish washing?...

You just stood there for a bit, too baffled to move. Once you blinked your trans away you shook your head and started to prepare the water.

Once everything was set you stripped and hopped into the water. You immediately relaxed. Your sore muscles finally loosen up. It was rewarding. You sighed in delight and closed your eyes with a satisfied grin.

You've been just laying there for a while. You were thinking about what made Jack so friendly again. Yes, you may have told him you're a very bad liar but why the sudden change of mind. You needed to ask him right after your bath.

You sank into the water to wet your hair. Not even 10 seconds in the water you've been pulled out. "Bloody hell, I've told you not to drown!" You heard Jack from behind you.

"I was just wetting my hair, captain." You said from under your wet hair. You brought a hand towards your face and flipped your hair behind. Your eyes met Jack's with a confusing expression.

"O-Oh..." He said as he let you go right after. And sat down on a nearby stool. You kept your eyes on him as water dripped down from your hair, down your neck. It was a bit awkward.

"When did you come here?" You said. His eyes moved slowly downwards. He was watching the drops as they slid down back. You caught up to it and looked away. It wasn't unknown for pirates to like other fellow pirates and you couldn't say you didn't fancy Jack.

You grabbed a soap that was near you and scrubbed it into your hair. You could feel Jack's eyes on you. It made you nervous and you almost dropped your soap. You silently cursed to yourself, "Need help over there?" but apparently Jack heard it. You thought about his offer but decline him with a quick, "Uh...no?"

You then remembered he didn't answer your question so you asked again. "Oh, not long ago. I walked on you when you went underwater. Savvy?"

"Why tho?" You looked at him suspiciously.

He blinked a lot before answering you. "Uuuuuh, well you've been here for quite a long time. Wanted to check on ya." You let out a small oh.

Your hands went to scrub your back. It was very difficult as your back muscles were sore and you couldn't reach that far. You sighed.

"May I?" You didn't even notice when Jack neared you. His hand was next to your head, asking for the soap. You gave him the soap. There was no reason to decline. He grabbed it and lightly touched your back with his other hand before setting the soap onto your skin.

He made circles around your neck and shoulders. You felt as your shoulders fell and the tension slowly disappeared. You let Jack do his magic. His fingers dug into your flesh and you winced a little. It didn't hurt but it was strange. In the end, you almost fell asleep which Jack noticed and chuckled.

"Don't fall asleep on me now." He worked on your trapezius muscles. His hands slowly pulled you against the wall of the bathtub as throughout his help with washing your back you slowly leaned closer to the water with your face.

You sighed in delight. "Thank you, captain, but why?" You could feel as Jack halted for a sec but his hands stayed firm on your shoulders. He kept his movements going.

"I've missed you quite a lot..." His fingers moved around your spine. "I dare to say I was heartbroken when you switched sides." His voice was, as always, groggy but there was kindness and honesty in it. "I thought I lost you for forever..." He stopped and exhaled loudly. "You did give me a sign, before you've taken that cursed coin, didn't you?"

You hummed. "Yes, I did. I didn't think you would understand it tho so I didn't give much thought to it after." You answered honestly. Your sign was very faint, almost unnoticeable. "I knew you'd hate me after either way."

After a silence, there was a loud splash in front of you. A lot of the water was spilled on the floor. You looked towards the cause, frighten. There inform of you stood captain Jack Sparrow. In the tub. Hovering above you. His hands were on either side of the tub propping himself up.

"Yet here we are, love." He said with his eyes looking into yours. "The compass." He brought his black compass to view and opened it. "It's pointing at you. Savvy?" He moved to compass to one side than the other. The dial always pointed at you. "Do you remember how this little thing works?"

Your eyes followed Jack's hand. You nodded. "It points to what you deeply desire."

"That's correct!" He moved away from you and sat on the other side of the tub with a heavy sigh. He was looking at his compass. "I was wondering why did it bring me to that town." He looked at you. "And when you came crashing to my ship, the compass kept pointing at you." He nudged his hand towards you.

"You desire me or something I own?" You question him. That compass is strange and you don't really trust it.

"That's why we're here." He put away the compass and leaned on his knees. "You're naked. Savvy?" He tilted his head. His little smirk and the mischief in his eyes were enough to bring heat to your face.

"Why would you desire me?" You sat up in the tub and leaned a bit forward with your eyebrows slightly frowned. "I did betray you."

He laughed and leaned more forward. "But you didn't." His eyes tried from yours to your lips. "Did you, love?" You slowly leaned to his face.

It was a mare second. Your lips caught his and you both were in a heated make out. After some time you two stopped. Jack smirked at you and hummed. "I can get used to this."

[samantha-rae-velcher]

What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

DC

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

IT

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore