Hey just wondering if I could please have number 63 from the prompt list with Captain Flint
omg thank you so much for being my first request!! i re-worked this one three times to try and make it 500 words but in the end i just gave you everything i wrote. i way over-thought this one it but i really hope you enjoy it. tell me if it missed the mark and you wanted something else!
Prompt: 63. “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”
Character: Captain Flint
Warnings: angst and smut
Note: there is a VERY brief time skip but otherwise this takes place in s2 e03 between dropping off the book at Miranda's house and going back to the ship.
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It was a horrid day.
Morning broke with heat and humidity so stifling, it must have been dredged up from the depths of Hell in divine warning.
Captain James Flint held you in his arms. His frame around yours was always a warm comfort, but that morning your blood ran cold.
He gazed down at you with eyes that drooped and a down-turned mouth. "I'll take care of you," he promised.
You searched his eyes as your own welled with tears. Flint kissed your trembling lips. You felt the tremor in his own as you cradled his bearded jaw.
He pulled your hands gently away. Then he kissed your forehead, turned on his heel, and left.
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It was well after dark when you heard someone unlatching your front door. You shot up and stared at the lock as it twisted. One person knew where you kept the spare key, and when your door swung open he was there, bathed in the warm candlelight that filled your small home.
You gaped at him, momentarily too stunned to distinguish between the real Captain Flint and the visions in your dreams on the lonelier nights. Your eyes roamed his form from brow to boots. You studied his face for fresh freckles and the latest sun-worn lines. You catalogued the changes in the way he held himself, searching the physical for any clues as to what new ghosts now haunted him.
His shoulders fell as he took you in. You noticed him wince, and you shot up quickly. He lifted a palm, and closed the door with his other hand. Something raw there, then. Something to be tended to later on. After. For now—
"Sweetling," Flint said, and fell upon you.
You met him midway, a collision you each ached for in your bones. You rushed in and wrapped your arms around him as Flint sunk his fingers into your hair and cradled the back of your head.
He kissed you with a force that stole your breath. One hand snuck down to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he held your mouth to his.
You felt a great unraveling in your body, as if you were no longer subject to the physics of gravitation. He demanded the taste of you; insisted on drinking your sighs and sucking down your air.
When you finally broke apart, chest heaving, you asked the burning question. "Did you get it?"
Flint was breathing heavily from the rush of your kisses. When he found voice to speak, his hot breath fanned your lips.
"No," he said, huskier than before. His lowered lids stared only at your mouth.
"No?" You blinked at him. "But you said—?"
"I have a plan."
"But what about—"
"I will see it is done, my sweet, but not tonight."
"James, I really think you ought to—"
"Please," Flint begged, frowning. "I said I’d take care of you. Did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?"
The Captain rarely interrupted you and it drew you up short. He wasn't loud, or rude. His gaze lifted from your lips to your eyes and you saw the need in them. In him.
You didn't make it to your bed.
He took you on the settee, cradling your head and holding the back of your knee to spread you wide for him. He didn't restrain his pleasure for your modesty, the way a gentleman might. He let you hear him. Feel him, deeply, every inch. He grunted into your neck as his hips worked, driving forward to break you apart on his cock.
He pinned you beneath him until the pain in his shoulder was too much of a distraction and you shifted. He drew you into his lap and you sunk down onto his dick, the mast tall, thick, and sticky from the mess of your combined arousal. You humped him eagerly but he bade you slow down and guided your hips to languid roll.
He did it this way to taste your tears and lick your sweat, and bring you both to trembling. It made his cock stiffer, made your cunt slicker. When the ecstasy finally reached its height you shook in each other's arms, sighed heavily into the other's mouth, and watched the other come undone under heavy-lidded eyes.
Spent, you collapsed into him.
"I will, beauty," Flint panted onto your hair as he held you close. "I promise I will."
A/N: It sure has been a while. I'm non-binary now. Feel like compared to those fic writers that disappear for years and come back saying 'sorry I was in prison' that coming out as NB isn't all that big. This is a request from anonymous:
'Can you please do a Captain Flint X Reader where he spent the night with the reader on his ship(If you can add smut, that'll be great!! But If you're not comfy with it I understand!! <333) and when he's having a meeting with his crew the reader just woke up and is trying to find him, so she's just wearing a translucent robe and when she opened the door with Flint and His crew she was embarrassed and Flint's crew was all flustered and stuff.
IDK IF THIS MADE ANY SENSE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! IF YOURE ABLE TO MAKE THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! MWA 💋
I love Captain Flint ;>'
Sorry its so short. I am well out of practice.
Words: 1683
Warnings: Smut. Porn. Lemon. Whatever you want to call it.
His hands were warm, leaving trails of lightning in their wake as they roamed the expanse of your bare skin. He grabbed and pulled at your soft flesh as his tongue swirled around your clit expertly. The sounds he was pulling from you were filth as he moved to tease your entrance with a single digit. Slowly, torturously so, he slid inside your cunt with ease. You groaned and bucked your hips, a wordless demand for more. He chuckled lowly at your impatience and placed soft kisses to the inside of your thighs.
"So needy." He growled, the sound low in his throat. He added another finger, stretching you just a little further as he began pumping them in and out of you. Your breathy moans were music to his ears and his cock twitched at the sound but despite his wavering self-control, he remained focussed on the task at hand. Moving his mouth back to your clit, he sucked the bud into his mouth and gently licked it with small flicks of his wicked tongue. Your back arched as he curled his fingers, stroking that spot inside you just right. For a moment, among all the sensations, your eyes scrunched closed and you swore you could see stars. He didn't stop but he didn't speed up his movements either leaving you just short of that tantalising peak.
"Ple-Please, Captain. I need more. I need-" Before you finished that sentence his pace quickened, knowing exactly what you needed. His tongue firmly lapped at you applying just the right amount of pressure. His fingers curled upwards and thrust in and out at a ruinous pace which your breathing quickly matched. You gasped, a hand coming to grip his hair. Time stood still, the feeling of your climax washing over you in powerful waves. His pace never slowed, his mouth continuing its patterns pushing you deeper into the pleasure. He moaned, the vibrations sending little shockwaves through you. Your back arched and his eyes found yours as you convulsed. The bastard smirked, knowing he was the only one that could bring you to the brink so violently. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he began to slow, bringing you back to reality with gentle touches to your body, the soft flesh tingling with the aftermath. Your eyelids grew heavy as he cleaned you up lazily with his mouth but you wanted to make him feel the way you did. You moved a hand to grab his thick cock as he crawled his way over you.
"You're tired." He blinked at you, eyes much softer than they were before. "You don't have to return the favour." You smiled, appreciating the gesture, but despite your tiredness, if you didn't have him right now you might just explode. Grabbing him tightly, you stroked up and down his length, brushing your thumb over the tip as you squeezed. His eyes rolled back and he sucked a breath in through his teeth as you undid the last of his self-control. The darkness in his eyes pinned you in place, the softness replaced with a charged gaze. "You're sure?" His voice was clipped. A nod from you was all it took as he grabbed your hands roughly and pinned them above you with a single hand, the other gripped your jaw as he kissed you. It was desperate and you could taste yourself on his lips, tongue darting out as you moaned wantonly into his mouth. He lined himself up and slammed into you, filling you up in one thrust. You gasped loudly, throwing your head back at the sudden intrusion. Leaving you no time to process, he started bucking his hips into you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with your whines filling the Captain's quarters. He moved his mouth to your neck to suck bruises into your skin, biting down hard as the speed and harshness of his thrusts increased.
You could feel him letting go of all control, for once letting himself drown in you, not fearing if he would break you. His thrusts became brutal, his cock slamming ruthlessly into just the right spot over and over again. "Touch yourself." He growled into your ear, releasing your hands. You obeyed him, fingers deftly circling your own clit as he watched, sweat beading on his forehead. "Thats it. You take me so well." The praise made waves of hot pleasure run through you as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder pushing him even deeper and you let out an involuntary scream as your vision turned white. A hand came to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds as he fucked you into the bed. You came. Violently. Your whole body shook and you couldn't suck in breath fast enough as his thrusts became sloppy. You dragged your nails down his back. The sight of you coming undone beneath him, the exquisite pain of your scratches, your screams against his palm, all of it brought him over the edge with his own guttural moans. You felt him twitching inside you as you came down from your high. Your breaths were fast and you continued to shake lightly as he pulled out of your still sensitive cunt, falling into the bed beside you. A few moments pass, both of you catching your breath before he pulls you into his chest.
The exhaustion chased away the remaining pulses of your orgasm as you bury your face into his neck. He kisses your forehead and pulls back to look at you, checking to see that you were alright. "Get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere."
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Sounds of the seagulls screeching outside the ship ripped you from your peaceful slumber. You let out a moan as you stretched, your body aching deliciously after last nights events. They came flooding back to you as you smiled blissfully to yourself, rolling over to find… nothing. You awoke alone. The bed was cold meaning he must've left long before you woke. You sat up, the pang of hurt making your chest tight. The cabin was empty. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stood, quickly realising that the next few days may be a little sore. A white robe hung from one of the hooks near the door and you quickly threw it on to search for your Captain. The crew were on shore leave and shouldn't be back until the early afternoon. So where was he?
Pulling open the door, you tiptoed through the short wooden halls in search of some fruit for breakfast. The smell of the sea mixed with gunpowder as you passed storage barrels and cannons. The ship was empty as expected. Turning a corner, you could hear someone behind the door to the small dining area. Thinking it was Flint, you threw open the door, ready to give him a piece of your mind. Something about leaving a lady in his bed to wake alone and how he should make it up to you in some way. Yes, that would do nicely.
Those thoughts stopped as soon as the door opened. He wasn't alone. The crew were here. All of them.
The heads of every man on the ship turned to look at the intrusion, each of them at the table with their Captain stood at the head. They stared at you and suddenly you were acutely aware of the translucent white robe you had thrown on in a hurry to see him. Billy is the first to avert his eyes, face going bright red. Gates opens his mouth as if to say something but quickly shuts it as he looks between James and you. The air turns hot around you. Or is that your face? Looking into his eyes you quickly slam the door, embarrassed at the thought of those men seeing you almost naked. You hear him grumble something to the crew like 'You act as though you have never seen a woman before' as footsteps approach. You begin to turn and leave, deciding to return to his quarters and pretend that it did not just happen. Maybe if you were quiet and still enough, you would cease to exist, the wooden floors of the ship opening up to eat you whole. Or you could throw yourself off the side and just take a big gulp of the sea-
The door opens and closes, Flint coming to stand beside you. Your cheeks are bright red, your arms trying to cover your body. You look up at him, barely meeting his ocean coloured eyes. He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you. Its like a blanket on you because of the size. It is warm and smells just like him bringing some comfort.
"I am SO sorry. I didn't mean to intrude, I didn't think the crew would be back until the afternoon and-" You start babbling, feeling absolutely ridiculous. "Its half past two" He cut you off. You blink up at him. Your brows furrow as you stare at his clothed chest, thoughts flooding your skull. You had slept through the morning. What time HAD you gone to bed? It must've been late by the time you fell asleep. That's why he wasn't there when you woke. He had let you rest. A hand tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to look at him. His eyes look your body up and down, undressing you even though you wore so little. He wets his lips. "There isn't any need to apologise, I think that given the marks on your neck they know who you belong to." He looks away for a moment. "If not, what I'm about to do to you will ensure they get the message." He smirks, eyes returning to bore into your own. Your mouth suddenly runs dry, which is odd given that his words had the complete opposite effect between your thighs. Unable to form words, you simply nodded up at him earning a hungry kiss as he pulled you towards the captains quarters.
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.
Of all the things Captain Flint could have brought you as a gift from the seas--money, jewels, books were very his speed--the red knit scarf he extended to you would’ve been your last guess. It looked quite soft though, you had to admit. The color of fresh blood and knitted with wool, it certainly wasn’t a cheap object. Still, you had to question.
“Why?”
And if that didn’t turn his cheeks almost the same shade as his hair. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. When he spoke, James (for this was wholly James and not Flint) almost sounded sheepish. “Do you remember when I had the astounding presence of mind to ask if you were cold?”
“In the dead of Summer?” you teased, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “I do.”
And if he didn’t flush even more. “The scarf reminded me of that. Of you.”
Your smile broke into a full grin. “Why then. Thank you, James. It is very sweet.” As your fingers closed around it, you thought that it was, indeed, very soft.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Billy Bones/Reader, Billy Bones x reader, Billy Bones/Captain Flint, Captain Flint (Black Sails)/Reader
Characters: Captain Flint, Billy Bones, Hal Gates, Miranda Barlow, Eleanor Guthrie, Charles Vane, "Calico" Jack Rackham, Anne Bonny, Dufresne (Black Sails)
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Hate to Love, Father-Daughter Relationship, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Pirates, Swordfighting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
What happens when Flints secret daughter finds her way to Nassau town. Finds out her father is really a pirate and refuses to go back to her mundane life ...
The question surprised you, both in its content and in the one who voiced it. Nights on Nassau were rarely ever cold, let alone in the dead of Summer like this, and James was never one to linger after the deed was done. Truly everything about the question did little more than befuddle you.
“Why do you suddenly care?” Your words were cruel but at this point you felt them necessary. Fucking, you had no issue with, but this habit of toying with your emotions he picked up recently . . . Everyone had a limit, and it seemed you were at yours.
The warm hands on your sweat-damp shoulders were also a surprise. “You know who I am--”
“How could I not?”
“Please let me finish.” You would have wagered that there were less than ten people on the earth to have heard that quiet, begging tone from Captain Flint. “You know who I am. You know the ceas which I’ve traveled to get here. I cannot . . .” Despite his plea to be uninterrupted and his usual, silver tongue, James trailed off.
“I do not expect false promises from you, James,” you said, “but we must not pretend to be anything other than what we are. So. What are we?”
“Must we sort it in words?”
“I do not want the whole of your heart, as I know it is owned by another. But I need to know if I have a piece, or if I have nothing.”
“I would be a fool to open myself to another weakness.”
Actually, on the note of my previous post and to the people who sent in requests - would you mind letting me know (with another ask or message) whether you meant Treasure Planet or Treasure Island?
I want to write exclusively for Treasure Planet (2002) since I haven't read the book the movie was based on. So I can’t really write for the book versions of the characters.
If the request you sent in was meant for the animated movie then feel free to ignore this. If it wasn't then please let me know. I don't wanna tag y'all for something you might not wanna read and seeing as there is a decent difference between Long John Silver writen by Stevenson and John Silver from the 2002 movie, I wanna avoid any mix-ups.
Gonna be using the same tags as the orginal post. Well, all tags apart from Scroop since he's not from the book.
(I'll remove the post once I get an answer seeing as the tags are small and I don't wanna clog them up).
A/N: Requested by @annoyingwonderlandchild. Sorry its so late and short. I’ve been gone a while ... Hope you like it.
Words: 473
Warnings: Nightmares and mentions of past torture.
Things were getting to you recently. More than usual. You were on edge, irritable and had far too many a sleepless night. The past few weeks had been rough on the crew but you were kidnapped and held ransom so you could say you had it just slightly worse. The things they did to you, the torture, the pain, you feared it would haunt you till your dying days.
When Flint found you you were half dead, barely conscious and a whimpering mess. He rained hellfire down upon the crew that took you, he was covered in their blood, a murderous glint in his eyes. That was until he saw you, then he dropped to his knees by your side, all soft touches and gentle whispers of reassurance.
It had been over a month since then and he had rarely left your company. Your physical wounds may have healed but the mental scarring would be there for a long while yet. He never let you out of his sight for more than a moment, needing you safely next to him. You’d joked many times about him acting like an overbearing mother but he knew you found a great deal of comfort with him, and he with you.
You’d fallen asleep, which was a rare occurrence as of late, so Flint left you in his quarters, his coat draped over your body while he talked to Mr Gates out on the deck. He’d been gone for no more than ten minutes before he heard your cries.
You’d began to tremble, the nightmares taking over with beatings and cuts and slashes. You cried out as the attacker grabbed you, violently shaking you with a vice-like grip. “Don’t touch me!” You screeched, flailing your limbs in an attempt to break free. Your eyes shot open as you sat up, pushing desperately at the figure next to you. “Hey- hey it's just me” His voice cooed, hands cupping your face, bringing your frantic gaze to his own. Your breathing came out in rushed puffs as you concentrated on his stormy eyes. It was Flint, your Flint.
Your body slumped against his in relief. Sobs started to rip through your chest but he held you there, rocking back and forth as he stroked your hair. “It’s alright, love, you’re safe with me. I’m here.” he whispered, his lips just above your ear. You stayed there together until you finally calmed down, rubbing the wetness from your cheeks and looking at him.
“Thank you.” You choked out. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, fingers tilting your head up to him before he placed a feather light kiss to your forehead then on each of your cheeks, and then on your mouth. The sudden affection took you by surprise but you melted into it, glad to be safe in his arms.
