#john silver x reader

[telleroftime]

Because of my current Treasure Planet brainrot (gotta use it to my advantage somehow), if any of you have any x Reader headcanon requests for either John Silver, Mr. Scroop, or Captain Flint, feel free to send them in. I don't know how long I'd make them but yeah.

My usual request rules apply. SFW only and that sort of stuff.

And yeah. this is exclusively for Treasure Planet.

[daddyhausen]

Since your requests are still open, can I request 4, 16, 26, and 40 from the NSFW list with John Silver, please? I love your writing so much!

• more than friends — john silver •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlists } | { john silver masterlist }

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{ summary } — it took a lot of courage on your end to ask you best friend to take your virginity. despite his initial hesitation he agreed.

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, virgin!reader, virginity loss, praise, body worship, friends with benefits, friends to lovers gentle sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasm, cumshots, squirting

{ word count } — 813

{ pairing } — fem!reader x john silver

{ genre } — smut

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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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{ 4 } — no panties ?

{ 16 } — strip. now.

{ 26 } — you wanna have sex with me?

{ 40 } — you’re more than a one night stand

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wait wait, hold on a second-“

john’s perplexed voice rang through the small hotel room you’d booked for the night

“you wanna have sex with me?” he reiterated

“isn’t it obvious? that’s what i just said”

he was your best friend, and had been for a long time

and you wanted nothing more that to share your body with the man that you simply adored

“well…yeah..i mean, i know-“ he stammered over his words still coming to terms with the situation just presented to him

“i mean you’re just- wow! and i’m well…it’s your virginity y/n…are you sure?”

“john, you’re my best friend and there’s no one in the world i’d trust more than you”

john breathed a small sigh of relief, taking your hands lightly in his, smoothing over your knuckles with the pads of his thumb.

he kissed the back of your hands, a small form of reassurance

“strip. now” his words sounded more domineering than he intended, offering a small smile to ease the tension

slowly you began to rid yourself of clothing

his eyes widening upon noticing that beneath your skirt was already bare

“no panties? well miss y/n you definitely came prepared for this”

he smirked with a small chuckle, eyes lovingly observing your body

“shut up” you playfully threw your skirt at him, which he managed to catch without flinching

you straddled his lap, letting his hands freely roam your body

“wow…you’re breathtaking…i mean you were always beautiful but..holy shit!”

“well thank you” you remarked with a cute grin, prying his shirt from his frame

leaning in with a soft kiss to his lips

feeling him practically melt beneath you.

he managed to shuffle out of his pants, his cock pressed against your inner thigh, feeling just how hard he was already.

he flipped you over, his body now hovering over yours, still not breaking the kiss

“you ready?” he breathed against your lips

you gave a small nod in response, offering him a sweet smile

“tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?”

“o-okay…”

you became shy under his gaze for a moment, stuttering over your words

“hey…hey look at me…”

he tilted your chin towards him, gazing fondly into your eyes

“you’ll be okay. i won’t do anything to hurt you…you’re safe with me”

he reassured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead

he pried you legs open, teasing your dripping cunt with the tip of his cock

his lips ghosting over yours, planting a long kiss onto them as he slipped himself inside your warmth

you gasped at the feeling against his lips

hands clinging to his biceps to try and brace yourself

feeling his cock stretch you out with ease.

“you’re okay, i got you, sweetheart” he mumbled against your lips

his hand lightly smoothing strands of hair from your face

“i’m gonna start moving, okay?”

you nodded once more, now wrapping your arms around his neck

he kept his body close, moving with slow, gentle strokes that make your skin buzz with excitement

having never felt such pleasure, such adoration in your life

he stared down at you with such an entranced look, yet still remained alert and on guard just in case

“how do you feel, sweetheart?” he’d repeated this question over and over

and every time you’d respond with a chorus of moans

he could not help but stroke his own ego over the way he made you feel

your belly so full of warmth and arousal, your hips would jut forward slightly to meet the rhythm of his thrusts

a pulse evident between your thighs, grasping and clenching around his cock

“you feel so good, baby…you’re doing so well”

his praise made your skin flush with heat

letting his lips roam across your skin

singing silent praise with each kiss

“john…” you breathed out his name through a moan, feeling your end nearing

“it’s okay sweetheart, i’m close too” he grunted through gritted teeth, his own orgasm not far off but he did not dare to increase the movements of his thrusts

before you had time to fully anticipate your orgasm, you gushed around him, sweetness dripping onto the cheap hotel sheets

john had never felt a more heavenly feeling

your cunt throbbing around his shaft, egging on his own release

“oh shit-“ he pulled out of you, stroking his cock until release

his warmth painting your stomach white

the both of you breathless, collapsing beside each other on the bed

basking in the comfortable post sex silence before you spoke up

“i don’t want this to be like a one night stand type of thing, john”

your voice hoarse, almost feeling yourself getting choked up from the mix of emotions running through you

“y/n…you’re more than a one night stand” he began still trying to regain his breath

“you’re the love of my life…”

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[dirtywrestling]

MxM with Pervy!John Silver checking out Wardlow while he changes and getting caught by the man himself.

Pairing: John Silver x Wardlow

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Peeping Tom/Pervy!John Silver

Imagine Requests: Open!

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John stared around the corner of the locker room showers. The show was over, everyone bided their goodbyes and quickly left whether it was to go to the next town to wrestle or just back to their homes and relax until the next show.

John had other plans, he stayed late. After everyone left and the building was empty, John rushed to his favorite place. Quietly walking into the men's locker room he heard a shower running in the back room. John's cock instantly became hard in his pants knowing what he was instore for.

Creeping around the corner he looked to see Wardlow lathering himself up in soap, John shivered at the sight. His hand traveling down his body, cupping his clothed cock as he watched Wardlow scrub himself underneath the water, his back facing John.

"I know you're there." Wardlow's gruff voice made John jump.

John's face became bright red as he cleared his throat. "How long have you known?"

"Quiet awhile now." Wardlow chuckled, turning around to face him. Water dripping down his toned body. "I know when someone is staring." Wardlow's thick cock hung between his legs making John swallow and look away. "How about you get undressed and join me."

[windhamsrotunda]

Kinktober Day 1 - First Time {John Silver}

Pairing: John Silver (Dark Order) x Female! Reader

Synopsis: It's your first time with your boyfriend of 5 years, John Silver, and you finally admit to him you've never had sex after getting caught masturbating. He changes that around for you in a heartbeat.

Rating: Mature (18+ Only)

Warnings: Smut, First Time (with consent), Language, Soft!Sex with Soft!John, Mentioning of Masturbation, Oral (Female Receiving),  John being a lovable boyfriend, Orgasm Denial? aftercare at the end.

Word Count: 1.5K+

You and your boyfriend of 5 years, John Silver, were inseparable. Aside from all of the bad news coverage of the All Elite Wrestling world that was going on lately about possible rumors of The Dark Order breaking up and Anna Jay betraying The Dark Order to join JAS, there was nothing stopping you and John’s love triangle. People of the wrestling world were very critical of you dating a ‘’dorky, not so villainous character and shouldn’t have joined The Dark Order in the first place’’ character, your mind was filled with confusion because they didn’t understand John’s backstory like you did.

One day, you got home realizing you were home alone as you were feeling a different way. A way you just couldn’t lay your finger on. Peeking out the silhouette curtains of your house to keep a lookout for your lover Mr. Silver, you decided to do the unthinkable. Your feelings were beginning to flow right through you, feelings you couldn’t explain or express to anyone, including John. Since it was so embarrassing, you just had to get it over with - not a single care in the world, besides all of the media, you had to relieve yourself some way or another.

You plopped yourself down on the couch, eyes sewn shut, a shaky hand snuck deep down your Nike shorts and into your black elegant lace panties you’ll probably never reveal to your boyfriend, who was out and about at the time while your thoughts beginning to process as you slipped a finger inside of your heat. Adding an imaginary image into that little mind of yours wishing it were John’s fingers easing in and out of you was so blissful, so lustful you couldn’t even think straight. Yeah, you had wet dreams about your other half John Silver, but never confessed to him that you’ve dreamt about him in an erotic way.

A door handle shifted, and right when the door swung open,

‘’Honey, I’m— Y/N?’’

Oh my god. Busted.

You jolted up from the couch, quickly slipping your panties and your short shorts back on you above your waist level. Your face flushed a bright red, embarrassment drawn all over your face, trying to coherent sentences.

‘’Oh, John! Hi! How was your errand running?’’

Your lover, John stood there with a determined, yet flustered look on his face. He hid his face with both of his palms, then uncovered from hiding.

‘’It was… a bit busy as a matter of fact. What were you just doing?’’ He questioned in dumbfoundedness, still red in the face as he casually walked over to the counter to drop his keys there and confronted you with such patience.

‘’What was I doing? I was masturbating, okay?’’ You spilled, then added an exhausting sigh after it.

‘’Y/N, you know you can tell me anything without being pressured into it, right? I am not like that. You know that—’’

You pressed a finger to his lips to shush him before he could continue, you finally let him know the one and only secret that you’ve been holding in for 5 years. Stepping back, you let out a long exhale of breath and placed your hands upon your chest to feel the overwhelming heartbeat thudding inside of your chest.

‘’John, I just wanted to tell you this. I never had sex before.’’ The words spilled out of your mouth, eyebrows furrowed in humiliation.

John Silver looked at you, flashing you a small smile. Taking your hand into his, he leaned in your ear, whispering:

‘’You shouldn’t have held back for such a long time, Y/N. I would’ve been so understanding, not that I am not now, but I am. I’m so willing to show you the way you should be loved.’’ 

Heart beating rapidly in and out of your chest, you nodded in agreement. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of your face, trying to coherent another word or two out of your slacked mouth, his glossy lips met your’s.

His hands started to roam your body, hundreds of goosebumps formed on your arms as John’s lips were still locked onto your’s. You kissed back with such hunger, blissfully moaning into his mouth, next thing you knew, your brown cardigan slipped off of either side of your shoulders dropping to the floor. Holding you close, his lips traveled from your plump lips, down to your neck, and further down toward your belly. He lifted your shirt up over your head, tossing it to the floor as well as he worked on getting your black Nike shorts off of you completely. 

The cold air hit your delicate skin, you were left in your lacy bra and panties. Getting a shocked reaction out of your boyfriend, he slipped the words out past his parted lips,

‘’Drop dead gorgeous.’’

You blushed heavily once again, feeling loved after all of the controversy made you feel much better about yourself and John, too. He hoisted his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned abs to you. You rested a hand on his belt buckle, unfastening his belt, you tugged on his pants. He nodded in anticipation, desiring you to completely take them off alongside his boxers. Once you unraveled his boxers, his cock that was wanting out  sprung free, hitting his abdomen. You mouthed out a big ‘’wow’’, slack jawed in dumbification when you saw the sight of how massive he was in size.

‘’Inside of me, now.’’ Your thoughts pondered, wanting to scream them out but didn’t know how to have the courage to do so. This wasn’t all about fucking, but this was about loving each other as a whole.

But oh love, John had other plans. Couldn’t you tell by his hard erection standing right up, his eyes piercing through you in pure lust, waiting for the right moment to love you like a man should love his woman. His lips devoured your flesh on your inner thigh, making you moan - one of his fingers linked in the band of your black lacy panties, pulling them effortlessly off you. Your head rolled back as soon as his tongue met your pussy, his beard tickling your area driving you off the wall. You clutch around nothing, trying to aim for his shoulders, but the feeling of his long tongue swirling against your core on top of easing it in and out of you was unbearable.

‘’Baby, I’m gonna c-cum!’’ You warned, eyes closed shut. When you were about to release your highs, he came to a dead stop of his tongue, came back up to your level as he let out a low, erotic growl:

‘’Not on my watch you aren’t,’’ 

God fucking damn it Silver.

You held back your frustration, biting your bottom lip. He chuckled in amusement, tilting your chin up with one strong finger. His finger grazed across your jawline, the other hand too busy with grasping a handful of your ass, softly massaging the tender flesh until he left his red handprint on you. You needed some type of pleasure to keep your adrenaline going, you needed him, you had love on the brain and of course ever since getting these wet dreams about your boyfriend was more to ask for now that you had him. A dream actually coming to a reality. 

‘’Use your words, tell me what you need.’’ He taunted, with you still pinned against a wall, his breath tickling the complexity of your shoulder blades.

‘’I want you inside of me, John. Fucking me ‘til I cannot think straight.’’ You proclaimed within yourself, any possible way for his cock to start pounding you until you’re coating him in your climax.

‘’Could’ve asked sooner and I would’ve fucked you, that’s all you had to say.’’ 

He picked you up off of the floor, then sat you on his hard-hitting cock. Gradually drilling into you with ease, your face fell letting out these immaculate, unholy moans. The head of his length began to pick up the pace inside of you, bear hugging you into position as he growled. Grabbing a fistful of your h/c hair, he gently pulled your head back to have you look at him face-to-face. 

‘’I want you to cum all over my dick. Right now.’’ 

The lump in your throat grew, with the giving of one last hard reality thrust that he had, you released all over him as requested. He pulled out of you, setting you down on your knees, cumming on the side.

‘’I love you, John Silver.’’

‘’I love you more, my beautiful girlfriend named Y/N L/N. Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?’’

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 17

John Gillman/Homelander + cock warming

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

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

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Silver Tongues, like Bullets

Chapter 3

Werewolf!141 x Female Reader

So maybe you weren't the spy they thought you were..

That just meant they had to find others reasons to keep you...

Warnings: MDNI, dark themes, manipulation, lying and gaslighting, drugging, humiliation, kidnapping, non-con touching, non-con looking, forced proximity, forced nudity, groping, manhandling, panty stealing, poly 141 taking care of reader, reader is bedridden for a while, she needs help with everything...and I mean everything, some religious themes, reader comes from a religious household, sorry if a missed any.

Happy valentine's day everyone I know technically valentine's day is almost over but better late than never. Comments and reblogs appreciated 💗

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Words: 5.1k

-24/11/2023 11:00am

The cabin was pleasantly warm, the air carrying notes of burning cedar throughout the rooms. The fog had cleared up but no one was in the mood to leave the cabin. Even Soap decided to stay in, which was surprising. He’d be the first to take any chance to run in his wolf form. But since you left a little over an hour ago things didn't feel the same. The cabin felt colder, emptier, not as lively as before. Soap was gazing out the window from his place beside Simon who was on the laptop still going through your emails and social media trying to find information. They've both been mopey since your departure though Simon hid it pretty well. Price felt the same; he was much better at hiding it though. It was so odd how infatuated with you they had become. Yet the older two would never admit it…not yet anyways.

They received a call from Laswell in the early hours with an update. She hadn't found anything useful but she said she'd keep searching and call later. Price had caught Simon gazing at your sleeping form when he woke to take the call, though he had decided not to say anything to the brooding man. They all acted normal when you woke up, trying their best to get you to eat breakfast with them. But you were evasive and skittish, asking to leave as soon as possible. It seemed you had caught on that they drugged you. Your scared expression made Gaz and Soap heart ache since you didn't talk to them like you did yesterday. All they wanted to do was hold and cuddle you but it was too soon for that. Just as Gaz was about to make an excuse. Simon had chimed in and said that the hot chocolate was meant for him since he didn't like taking his pills straight. You looked surprised when he had spoken to you but accepted the lie without question.

You really needed some common sense knocked into you…or fucked into you...preferably fucked into you…they'll get to that eventually. You still refused to eat breakfast though and waited patiently for them to be done.

The rest of the plan went smoothly enough. You seemed upset when the truck had ‘broken’ down but didn't make a fuss about it. Rather you just asked for directions to find your way home alone. Even accepted their lie about having no reception on their phones without even checking them. That’s when the real plan kicked in and Gaz grabbed a map insisting on taking you back to the hiking trails himself as an ‘apology’.

Since then Gaz has been keeping Price updated through sneaky texts sent here and there. And Soap only just quieted down trying to convince the other two men to keep you. It’s not that Simon and Price didn't want to keep you because they definitely did. Imagining you in their shared countryside home was an absolute dream come true. Thinking about coming home to your loving arms after a long mission would fix their souls. But kidnapping you wasn't the answer, it wouldn't exactly make you trust them now would it? It was better to do it the proper way. Though they had to leave soon they could always come back and try to court you properly. If the infatuation with you stays, that is. Price was still convinced that this reaction they were all feeling was because they haven't been around anyone but themselves and Laswell for a really long time. You were a change of pace, something new, something exciting, something for the boys to sink their teeth into. For now they all waited patiently for Laswell's call. When the *ping* rings out throughout the living room, everyone's head snaps to the phone sitting on the coffee table. Soap lunges for the phone first but before he can text Gaz for pictures Price takes it from him.

Gaz: Arrived at the lake. She's upset and crying thinking we both got lost even with a map. It's kinda cute ngl. Any updates?

Price: Not yet. Should be soon. Keep her calm.

Gaz: 👍🏽

The phone rings not a second later which Price immediately picks up

Laswell: Nothing was found John. She's just a civvie from a religious family. Nothing to be worried about. It's a small town where she lives in doubt anyone would believe her if she said anything. There's a couple recent facebook posts from her parents shunning her. Claiming she ran away to join a city cult or something. And a bunch of older ones just insulting her for her choice in career. Apparently they wanted her to marry a youth pastor but she had rejected him and gone to college instead which upset them. They've been quiet since she began depositing majority of her paychecks into their accounts but a fight broke out recently when she told them she accepted a job offer in London. Her story checks out she wasn't lying. I do feel kinda bad for her though. It seemed like they had kicked her out. Poor girl probably has nowhere to go even when she makes it back into town.

Price thanks Laswell before hanging up. This…this changes everything…Soap and Ghost are on him instantly but he just holds his hand up as he texts Gaz a new plan of action.

Price: Bring her back by whatever means. We're keeping her… (message not sent)

Price tries several times to send the message but it doesn't work. A cold sweat runs down Price's forehead as he forces himself to stay calm for the sake of his lovers. As their captain in situations like these they were relying on him. Dread and panic sets into the other two as they scramble to their phones trying to call Gaz but it never connects. Immediately Price tells Ghost to track Gaz’s chipped necklace on the laptop after 10 minutes of calls not going through. Soap is pacing the room ready to bolt into the forest any second now as Ghost works frantically to get the screen to load up. Price waits patiently with his hands clenched. This was like that sedative incident all over again. The fear, the pain, the looming destruction of their pack, of his lovers was something he never wanted to face again. He had promised himself he wouldn't let it happen again. That he wouldn't allow them to be taken away from him. He was second away from calling Laswell screaming at her that her intel was wrong that they had got his boy. But the screen finally loads up. They stare at it shocked, not really comprehending what it was showing them. It showed Gaz's location right at the cabin but he couldn't get back in such a short time unless he was running in wolf form. They all ran to go check the treeline to see what was chasing him. There's no way that they think they'll go down without a fight.

They all burst out the cabin door, almost taking it off the hinges. Their body's heating, muscles bulging ready to tear their clothes right off them. But they stand there in shock as Gaz breaks through the treeline not fully in wolf form but not entirely human either. His eyes were glowing amber as heat radiated off his defined muscle. His clothes were ripped where his muscles bulged too much but he was cradling something close to his chest.

They ran, meeting him halfway as he shifted back slowly. He collapsed onto the grass as he called out for help. As they got closer they realised he was drenched and he was holding your unconscious body. You looked paler than before, the colour completely drained from your lips. Your clothes were soaked through and clinging to your body. Your jacket was missing too.

Price is on Gaz in an instant helping him get up as Ghost takes your unconscious form from him bolting inside as Soap goes to get Gaz a towel. Everything was frantic for the next few minutes. They didn't have time to ask questions, they just went off instinct as they moved around getting things ready for a warm bath.

Price brought Gaz to your room as Ghost began stripping you of your wet clothes. You weren't responsive and your body was very cold which concerned the men. They needed to get you warmed up as soon as possible.

“Soap get the bath ready!”, Ghost shouted over his shoulder as he tried his best not to ogle as he peeled your bagging clothes off your beautiful body. Ghost threw your wet clothes and panties to the side as he took your soft body into his arms, instructing Soap to go put them out to dry. Price begins stripping Gaz as they reach the bathroom. He seemed to be in need of a warm bath too. The poor lad looked shaken. He'll wait before asking questions. Once everything was in order Gaz settled into the tub waiting for Ghost to lower your body onto his. Ghost did so though a bit reluctantly. He didn't seem to want to let you go.

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Before you lost consciousness all you felt was the prickle of cold water entering your lungs. You watched as the blue liquid engulfed your vision as you felt yourself sinking deeper into the depths of the lake. Your limbs had locked up the second you touched the water. The cold penetrating through your clothing, freezing your skin over. Your last breath comes out in strained bubbles as you try in a last ditch effort to call for help. Was this how you were going to die? Was this the end of everything? You hadn't even had your first kiss yet…you hadn't even begun to experience life. Sad thoughts run through your head as your vision began to blur.

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Your eyes are forced awake by the feeling of your body being submerged in liquid fire. The smell of pine and mint wafts through the humid air making your head spin. You open your teary eyes to find yourself in a tub. You watch someone leave the bathroom as two strong arms wrapped around your naked body. They massage your waist, running fingers up your sternum between your breasts. You try moving your mouth but your muscles are tense and sore. You feel your head spin from the whiplash in temperatures you're experiencing. You watch as someone gently tilts your head back as they run their sudsy fingers through your hair alleviating some of the pain you're feeling. Price meets your eyes with a gentle smile as Gaz holds your body closer to his. You feel the hard muscles of his chest on your back, as well as his toned arms wrapping around you to keep you warm. You try moving your mouth again but your body feels like lead. You tried desperately to tell them not to touch you so casually. That you needed to go home but nothing came out of your mouth apart from gentle moans and whimpers. They just shush and coo at you as your eyes become heavy with fatigue again, not before catching the end of some conversation Soap was having.

“Put her in my clothes.. they'll fit her the best…no I don't know where her panties went…I swear I don't have the-…”

Then everything fades into black as you let the warm fingers massaging your head lull you to sleep.

-25/11/2023 03:00am

The cabin was dead quiet as you finally managed to peel your eyes awake from your exhaustion. You feel your head pounding. Everything felt fuzzy as if you were in a dream. The prickly pain from hunger was gnawing away at your stomach causing you to stir from your fever induced sleep. The only sounds you hear is of the wind blowing through the trees and of wolves howling. Wolves? There shouldn't be wolves in this forest. You don't think they're native to the area. It reminds you of the fever dream you had when Gaz had rescued you. He looked like a beast but that couldn't be true…right? You were probably hallucinating since too much lake water entered your system. Nothing felt real, nothing felt tangible. You weren't even sure you were alive anymore.

You don't know how long you've been asleep for. But your body felt like a dead weight. You feel like your limbs are tied down but you know they aren't. It's just extremely difficult to move with the burning fever raging through your body. You felt hot and sticky, wanting to get this thick duvet of your body to let the sweat dry.

It seems like your prayers are answered as you hear the front door open and some feet shuffling in. You'll have to ask the men for some help, it doesn't seem like you'd be able to move properly any time soon. Hopefully their truck was fixed so they could drop you back home tomorrow. You were supposed to be at work today, you didn't want to leave a bad impression before you left for London in two weeks time. Maybe this was all a dream and you'll wake up in your own bed after this nightmare ends.

You hear someone enter your room but it was too dark to see. You try saying something but your throat is bone dry and it just comes out in croaks. The person just shushes you as they peel the duvet gently off your body. You enjoy the cold air for a second. Letting it dry your clammy skin. What you don't enjoy is their hands starting to roam your body as they peel away the shirt you're wearing. You whine as you protest to the best of your ability but they don't stop. It's only when the light flicks on that your blurry vision clears after a second. Your eyes meet with Soap who's stripping you like he's done it before and has no problem seeing you naked. He smiles and coos at you while you try to get him to stop. When Ghost walks in with a basin and wash cloth his eyes are unreadable and then you understand why they're stripping you.

But you don't want them touching you, you're able to clean yourself you try to say but nothing comes out. Why did they feel so comfortable with touching you however they wanted? They weren't like this when you first met them. You were already upset by the fact they had put you in a tub with Gaz without your permission. They were taking their hospitality too far. You just wanted to go home. You hoped your parents weren't too mad at you. Maybe they've sent someone looking for you by now. The situation with these men was proving to be dangerous. You had a horrible feeling that they were stalling for time. They could have just dropped you into town if the truck was fixed, if not they could've called emergency services somehow. But wasn't like you have the energy to argue with them.

You can't do much as you're stripped bare. Tears cloud your vision as you beg them to stop in your hoarse voice but it comes out intelligible. You watch as they coo at you carefully wiping your tears and sweat away. Soap is sitting beside your head whispering reassuring words as you cry from the humiliation of watching Ghost run the warm wet cloth over your underarms, body and mound. Making sure to pay extra attention to your folds as he cleans in between them. You squirm as you cry louder making your already hoarse voice worse.

“Come on hen.. thare’s nae need to cry like that..we just want tae help ye.” Soap wipes your tears away as he nuzzles into your neck while Ghost dries you. You watch as Ghost takes off the hoodie he's wearing to put on your naked body. The smell of his aftershave hits you instantly as he gathers you in his arms while carrying you towards the bathroom. You stop crying seeing no point in tiring yourself out but the sniffles are hard to control. Why were they doing this to you? He places you on the toilet, making sure to gather the hoodie above your waist so you don't end up soiling it. This is by far the most humiliating situation you've ever been in your life. You bend over trying to hide you private parts from their view. Yes you needed to pee but they could at least leave you so you could do your business. They didn't seem to take the hint even with you glaring at them.

But Soap took your slumping figure as indication of your fatigue and decided he'll help you sit straight while you do you business. You claw at his arms with your full strength not that you had much but you definitely left marks as you hear him hiss. He didn't seem angry though and Ghost just watched intensely as you tried to hold in your pee.

“It ok hen..just do your business we'll clean ye after…nae need tae worry…”

“You need to hurry love…the food will get cold if you keep refusing to pee…I know you don't like it here…we'll take you home once you're feeling better…”, Tears slip past your waterline again as you do as your told not being able to hold your bladder any longer. Your cheeks heat from mortification rather than your fever, as the two men encourage you while Ghost goes to grab some tissue and water to wipe you clean. God please let this be a dream…a very very bad dream.

-25/11/2023 08:00pm

When you awake this time it's to throw up again. It's dark still you don't if you've be asleep for a couple minutes or for many hours. It seems like you can't catch the sun anymore. You didn't like the dark. It made everything feel oppressive and sinister. You don't know what's wrong but any food smell causes your stomach to churn. And the second the smell of meat came through your door you were fighting to keep the bile at bay. You get up on shaky legs to go to the bathroom to throw up. Your stomach felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out. When was the last time you ate? There’s only a chalky residue left on your tongue probably from the medication they gave you. But when did they give it to you? You can't remember anything. Your memories and nightmares were starting to blur together making everything feel like a drug induced hallucination.

Your muscles were sore and you weren't able to stay steady on your feet without the help from the wall as you walked along. You look down to find your clothes have changed again. Maybe you've just been hallucinating the bad encounters you've been having.

There's no way they would watch you pee or force you to take a bath with them right? Or constantly strip you to wipe away sweat right? You think you might have thrown up in your crying fits but you can't remember much. Yeah it was probably just an awful dream. There's no way they would have dealt with your tantrums and or cleaned up the mess you made. Men aren't like that. Your father certainly isn't. He never took care of your mother when she was sick. It was always you or your siblings. They probably just changed you and left you to rest with some painkillers. Even doing that was more than what most men would do so you should be thankful they were looking after you. But you wished they'd just get you home somehow. It must be some strong painkillers you can't seem to remember anything in too much detail. Like everything was blurring into one colour. You needed to cleanse your system before you pass out again.

You just about make it to the toilet bowl as your insides decide they don't want to stay inside anymore. Your stomach muscles strain and tense as your body tries to dispel the drugs you've been fed recently. The bitter taste of bile and something else was sour on your tongue. You don't even have a proper recollection of what happened in the last two days…

You feel a warm hand brush your hair out of your face as you continue to throw up. An odd feeling filled your chest… you were never taken care off like this before..It caused something warm to stir in your heart. Your head was still fuzzy so you didn't register someone holding water to your lips when you're done. It's like you're on autopilot. One second you're rinsing your mouth the next you're in bed with Gaz who's cradling your head to his chest. He coos and shushing you as he feeds you little pieces of bread with butter…At least it wasn't meat…your sure you'd throw up again if it was…

Your hazy vision catches sight of your clothing again. When did they change you? Were you hallucinating again? You silently eat your bread, not having the energy to argue anymore. Some sustenance was nice after everything that happened. It’s when the glass of water touches your lips you're met with a familiar chalky taste that makes you realise maybe you aren't hallucinating after all. But you don't get much time to dwell on it before sleep takes you.

-26/11/2023 12:00pm

For the first time in what feels like forever you see sunlight streaming through the curtains in the room. Your head felt too heavy and too light at the same time. Like you're fighting to keep your head up right but also felt like it was about to float away. Your head loses its battle as you stop trying to sit up. It was too much effort to try to move anymore and you needed to pee again…great…

You hear hushed sounds coming from outside the door just as you're about to call out for help. You try to make out words but your head's disoriented and your bladder is demanding your attention.

“There wa…search party se-…-ey found her jacket…unwanted attention….we need tae lea-…” you don't understand what they're saying but you try listening again but it's just a jumble of accents.

“...…the news rep-.... proclaimed drown-....no body fou-...-ght she's a spy…”, Spy? They thought you were a spy? Why would they think that?

“...we're taking her with us…”, your mind jolts when you hear those words. ‘We're taking her with us’…They were never going to let you go were they? Fear seeps into every fiber of your being. The fact you were drugged and unable to move was even worse. What were they going to do with you? Murder you? Torture you? Sell you off?

A sob leaves your mouth before you can stop it and the hushed voices come to abrupt stop. You hold your breath trying to keep yourself from crying, not wanting them to become suspicious of you. Soap is the first to walk in his eyes scanning the room before his eyes land on your weakened state. His eyes soften ever so slightly but he seemed on edge.

“What's wrong pretty girl…what do ye need?”, your mind races to come up with an excuse so it doesn't seem like you were crying because you heard them.

“B-bathroom”, you whisper through your tears. That seems to release the tension in his shoulders as he come to pick you up to take you to the toilet. When you pass the other men they give you gentle smiles as Soap helps you with your business. They make themselves scarce giving you some privacy. You didn't trust their gentle smiles. You knew what you heard, you weren't going to gaslight yourself into thinking these men had your best interest at heart. You needed to leave!

You watch as Soap cleans you, his arms were covered in claw marks more than likely your doing. He had a tendency to get too handy when ‘helping’. He seemed to be learning though since he cleans you quickly this time around. You still weren't happy about all the touching and cuddling you feel at night though. But at least you're knocked out for the majority of it. You didn't know how you were going to escape, you barely had any energy to support yourself. Just standing for a few minutes took all your energy out of you. Soap carries you back gently. You needed to get food in you if you planned on running away. It was best if you acted like nothing had changed. Like you were expecting them to drop you off home soon. Just until you figure out how you'd escape their clutches that is. You catch Soap arms just as he's about to leave after tucking you in.

“Food?”

“Awe bunny are ye hungry?”, you just give him a nod with pouty lips, hoping to gather some sympathy from him.

“Lunch isn't ready yet. Ah’ll get ye something tae munch on ok?” You give him a gentle smile as he leaves. You'll have to use your charm to get him to take you out for some fresh air tomorrow. It's the only chance at escape you'll get. God why did it have to be you? All you ever wanted was to work in the city. Was that so bad? Maybe if you were a better daughter things wouldn't have ended this way. Maybe if you didn't run out on your parents you wouldn't have gotten lost in the forest. Maybe if you had married that pastor you wouldn't be in this situation. But now wasn't the time to think God had forsaken you…You needed all the help you could get.

-29/11/2023 09:00am

“Bunny please eat something…you haven't touched your food since we brought you home…”, You weren't going to either, you were tired of getting drugged. God knows what they do to you when you're passed out.

“Luv come now…he even made your favourite breakfast…everything we do is because we care for you..”, Price chimes on his way to install bolted locks to some of the doors.

“I understand yer mad hen but we just wanna take care of ye…ye'll get used tae living here.. promise”, you give Soap a particularly nasty look as he follows Price to do some renovations. They were in a hurry since they had to leave soon.

You glare at Gaz like he's the source of all your misfortune. Like he's the reason everything has gone wrong in your life. You can't believe you ever found this man sweet or charming. You're tucked into the furthest corner of the sofa you could find with a cushion clutched to your chest for protection. It was one of those nice expensive ones too. God you hated these deranged rich bastards. Everything in this home felt like it was high quality. You wanted to kick yourself because all you could think about was all the nice pictures you could take…if you had your camera that is. It was the first nice camera you bought. You had worked so hard to save up for only for it to be drowned like your hopes and dreams.

You didn't like the fact the place was so warm and homey. For some deranged kidnappers you were expecting someplace easier to hate, somewhere that didn't have so much love and character put into the design aspect of the home.

When you had first woken up you found yourself in a very large bed surrounded by them in what you later found out to be Price's room. You hadn't realised they were in that kind of relationship. You didn't understand what they wanted from you. They reassured you they knew you weren't a spy and that they definitely weren't going murder or hurt you for information. Why did they take you then?

They all had large rooms with large beds to accommodate them all. All uniquely decorated to fit everyone's vastly different aesthetic. They tried convincing you to sleep in one of their beds last night but you insisted on the sofa. You all slept in the living room last night with some on the sofas and others on a large mattress on the floor. You can't believe they bothered to carry that huge thing just so they could sleep near you. You'd find it endearing if you weren't literally trying to escape your kidnappers.

They tried claiming the guest room needed to be renovated. That they'd make a comfortable space here for you. That they'd decorate however you like once they get back home from their new mission. Had they gone insane? What made them think you were upset about a damn room rather than the fact they had KIDNAPPED you. What made them think you'd be ok being kept against your will?

You had tried asking if it was because you found out their secret. You begged and promised that you wouldn't tell a living soul but they just chuckled saying they fell in love with you and just wanted to take care of you. They really were insane…You're stuck with a bunch of lunatics. You wished you had realised that sooner. Maybe you'd be safe at home by now or possibly packing for your move to London. God why you…

You wish they would just leave so you could try to escape or call for help. It wasn't going to be easy. The house was like a fortress. Heavily equipped with cameras and an advanced locking system. But you just needed to bide your time. You weren't going let someone else dictate your life anymore. You worked too hard to get here. You were sick of being a pushover. You're sure your parents would have declared you a missing person by now. Yeah everything will work out, you'll be home in no time. You'll figure out a way to get home. You continue to ignore Gaz as you watch the men with keen eyes while they carry tools and such to ‘your’ room. They must think you're an idiot if they believe they'll get the chance to lock you in that room without a fight…

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[starzwithapen]

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JOHN DORY / READER ☆ DUET?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This whole thing was going. Uh. Badly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, ‘course not.”

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

“Okay, fine, I give up. You win.”

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

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

“Sing a duet with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I'm tired so here's some Treasure Planet x Reader longfic ideas before I take a nap. All are post-canon by the way:

Silver x Reader where Silver looks back on his life and tries to do something new with it. He no longer has a treasure planet to find and the only thing he's good at outside of pirating is cooking. So, he starts working at Reader's inn/restaurant. They're the only person that will take him in, though if that's because they're kind or desperate he does not know.

Silver x Reader where Silver, inspired by Jim, decides to try and settle down. A retirement sort of deal. He ends up finding a comfortable enough place on a fairly popular planet. The countryside would do him well though he yearns to sail again. The first time he meets Reader, the local blacksmith, is when he needs to get his arm fixed up. They are patient with him and confident enough to comment back their own offhand flirts. Slowly but surely, Silver gets comfortable and Reader is happy that such an exciting ex-pirate settled down in their town.

Silver x Reader where Reader is a teacher. The school they work at just so happens to hire a new cook, who just so happens to be a retired pirate. The two don't interact at first, but after Reader organises a story time for the children and Silver tells one of his own, Reader becomes completely enamoured. The two get along well as Reader helps out in the kitchens in their free time, if only to hear more of his stories.

Silver x Reader where Reader is a scholar. Though they weren't too keen on the cyborg suddenly working at their place of research - be that as a cook or some other not-so-scholarly job - they end up growing fond of the alien. They enjoy his charisma. Eventually, they even offer to sponsor him despite what their colleagues have to say about it. Silver has great stories and Reader knows that. It would be wasted potential otherwise, and the two bond over that.

Of course, because of his pirate background, Reader would have to teach him how to read and write. Well, at least better than the bare minimum. And who's to say no to cute study dates?

Silver x Reader where Reader owns a pub on one of the Etherium's more dangerous space stations. A space station that is known for how many pirates and corrupt politicians it harbours. With Silver's lacklustre lineup of previous jobs, he's lucky that Reader needed a bouncer. Looking at them, he assumed they were someone that would be easy to take advantage of - not that he would - but it turns out the saying it true: don't mess with the barkeep.

Scroop x Reader where Reader is the boss of a gambling den at one of the more notorious pirate strongholds. They just so happened to be in need of a bodyguard to keep the loud clientele in order, and who better to fill the role than someone who begrudgingly admitted to be part of Silver's crew. Well, at least before he was found floating in space that is.

He'd pretty much be 'scary dog privilege' incarnate, though that's not to say that the Reader would be weak. Someone has to keep him in his place, although someone also needs to keep him out of trouble.

Scroop x Reader where Reader is a farmer. They were just about to scare away the Etherium's whales that were floating too close to the small planet's atmosphere when they encountered the arachnid-like alien, unconscious and too cold to the touch. They take him back down and nurse him back to health. Scroop, now stranded with no real life to get back to, helps Reader on the farm. Though he isn't too keen on it.

Scroop could end up learning to relax a little. There is no one he need to perform to anymore. It's just him and Reader, and if he needs alone time with his own thoughts then that's okay too.

Scroop x Reader where Reader and their tribe find Scroop floating in space. He's not too keen on having woken up on a tropical-like planet, let alone in a place where he doesn't understand anyone. He's aggressive and the elders debate whether to just get rid of him. Reader, naturally, decides to keep him around. It takes a while to break through the language barrier, but eventually the relationships better. Scroop shows Reader how to uses a cutlass, Reader shows Scroop how to forage the planet's resources, and the two bond over that.

Scroop x Reader where Reader is a surgeon on a pirate ship. After Scroop's been floating in space he is lucky enough to be picked up by a different band of pirates. He's back to being his mean self, instantly being seen as an outcast that is only kept on board because of his good spacer skills. However, compared to what he was accustomed to when part of Silver's crew, he now has a Reader to deal with. Someone who isn't too happy about being disrespected.

Both would end up growing in the end. Reader, who previously had little skills in terms of ship duties, ends up being taught by Scroop. Well, less teaching and more following him around as if he had a choice. Scroop on the other hand would learn how to take care of others and of himself.

I haven't read this back yet so sorry if there's any errors.

[daddyhausen]

Could we get sexual punishment with John Silver please???

• sexual punishments — john silver •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { john silver masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }

{ word count } — 149

{ pairing } — fem!reader x john silver

{ genre } — smut

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he doesn't seem like the type to punish someone per say

he mostly teases 

promising sex and then not following through most of the time 

the furthest he’ll go is making you watch him jerk off 

he’ll moan your name for added effect 

making your frustrations boil over

sometimes he’ll tie you up forcing you to not touch yourself if it calls for it 

other times he’ll just eat you out 

it doesn’t really seem like a punishment at first 

trust me, with the amount of orgasms he’ll give you it will definitely feel like one 

he’ll eat you out until your trembling

until you clit is swollen and overstimulated 

practically begging for it to end 

in public he’ll become really touchy 

almost clingy 

he’ll grab your ass, squeezing it 

whispering the most obscene things on your ear 

only for him to make you wait until you get home

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[scorpioncobrababe84]

Headcannons for how ck characters would soothe you on your period

Daniel would be so sweet, make you some tea or any snack you wanted. He’d run a bath, rub your back, he would even watch Mamma Mia with you or one of your other fav comfort movies. Maybe he’d have some sort of special thing he learned from Mr. Miyagi, like that green tea stuff from tkk3. he would make you feel special during your whole cycle, but especially cared for now.

Johnny would probably be a bit of an idiot. ask if you want some beer. he’d order pizza for you both and sit with you, put something on and hold you. maybe he’d help you stretch or something to “show those cramps you’re not a pussy.”

Terry would have top chefs making you foods that are good for your period, ensuring nothing could cause more cramps. he’d get a maid to run a very luxurious, lush bubble bath for you, he’d def give a really good massage, and probably want to have period sex to help with cramps? he is not squeamish at the sight of blood. he’ll either pamper you or pay to have you pampered.

Kreese would be surprisingly sweet and gentle i feel. if anyone gave you a hard time for not being so active and upbeat because of your period he would go ballistic on them and tell them that you can do things at your own pace this week. he’d def bring you ice cream, and ask if youre okay. he’d want to lay down with you and make sure your cramps arent hurting you too much. anyone or anything that hurts you is an enemy to him.

Robby would involve a lot of kisses. kisses all over to make you feel better. he’d be a great listener and let you get everything off your chest when you’re emotional. he’ll cuddle you, and give you a lot of reassurance.

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Silver Tongues, like Bullets

Werewolf!141 x Female Reader

Trusting four men in the forest when you were lost was possibly the stupidest thing you could have ever done. Now you find yourself scrambling to escape their clutches.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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[material-natural-southern]

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[telleroftime]

I'll probably be writing them anyways because he seems like a fun person to write for, but I also wanna know if anyone else would be interested too.