#flint x reader

[blahblahwritings]

O Captain, My Captain.

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.

[razzlerdazzler]

Can I request a poly x reader fic with flint and Duke from gi Joe renegades? Maybe headcanons of what it would be like to date them both if that’s easier. Thanks in advance

Hello, sorry it took so long, this is my first time writing for a poly relationship so I hope you like it :)

Duke and Flint (Poly) Relationship Headcanons

They both like PDA

Whenever it's a lazy peaceful day and nobody has work, they both love to just lay in bed for a little while longer and cuddle

Whenever somebody is hitting on one of you guys they will both have different ways of handling the situation

Duke is more upfront about it if somebody is hitting on either you or Flint

Duke will casually walk up to whoever the person is talking to and he will wrap his arms around them and will kiss their neck while making eye contact with the person and will go "is this person bothering you babe?"

Meanwhile Flint is more subtle if somebody is hitting on you or Duke

He'll keep an eye on you and will see if you're getting uncomfortable or if you're just having a conversation with the person

He'll walk up to whoever the person is talking to and will make subtle hints about their relationship

However if the person isn't getting the hints or is ignoring them, he will say straight out that they are flirting with his partner and then he will grab yours or Duke's hand and will walk away from the person

If somebody is flirting with you while they're both there then they will usually combine their tactics

If anybody hurts you or makes you cry then that person better start running because they'll have two very angry Joe's coming right after them

They're both super protective over you, considering how dangerous their jobs are they both worry about COBRA finding out about you

They both teach you self-defense

Duke is usually less hard on you while teaching you self-defense

Flint however is a little more tough on you about it, but he tells you it's because he worries and he wants to make sure that you can protect yourself

However, after the sessions they both help take care of you, especially if you're bruised or sore

They'll tell you how proud they are of you and how good you did while they take care of you

Whenever on of them (sometimes both of them) is about to go on a mission, you all make sure to spend a lot of time together before they leave

Whenever one of them is on a mission, they always try their hardest to facetime you guys whenever they have the chance

Duke's parents love you guys and are very supportive of your all's relationship

They invite you to their house every Thanksgiving and Christmas and love to talk to you about Duke's childhood and even show you and Flint his baby pictures, much to Duke's embarrassment

Duke and Flint love to tease each other about their childhood and about their football days

They introduce you to Scarlett, Roadblock, Lady Jaye, Tunnel Rat, and Snake Eyes

Whenever you guys go to sleep you all take turns being in the middle

Whenever any of you have a nightmare (considering their professions it most likely happens every once in a while) the other two will comfort them and will make sure that they know that they are loved and safe

You all love each other very much and are so happy to be in a relationship with the two people you love the most

[blahblahwritings]

Contracts and Captains. I.

A/N: Well, I’ve found it only takes a pandemic and a lockdown to get me to write again. I’ve started watching Black Sails and I love it I’m almost on season three. I can’t find many flint x reader fics so I’ll do it myself. I have far too much work to do for University but heres the first chapter of a possible longer fic I want to work on. Knowing me and my unreliable updates lets see how this goes. lmao.

Words: 1818.

Warnings: Blood, Violence. Probably will have smut in later chapters I’m thirsty. Also I’m going for a Flint fic I don’t know how it will end up. Might end up with a Billy fic who knows tbh. 

Nassau, 1715.

The caribbean sun beating down was perishing. The bustling crowds filtering through the streets left little reprieve from the heat and you felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back of your neck. Humid air filled your struggling lungs, leaving you almost suffocated as you trudged through the side passage of a building. Shade gave you a moment to rest, back leaning against the cool brick, panting. This would have been like any other day you’d had in Nassau, the heat, the crowds, the humidity, but, that wasn’t the only reason you were gasping for breath, sweating or stumbling.

Under your jacket, a pool of deep red was quickly flooding the loose shirt you wore. A white hot pain sliced through the right side of your abdomen, far hotter than the sun. It was the result of a contract gone wrong. A long wheeze escaped your lungs as you pushed off from the wall. You had to keep going. You had to get to Eleanor Guthrie.

Your vision was blurring, the loss of blood taking its toll as every step made the idea of passing out more agreeable. A low growl of frustration left you as you fell against a stack of wooden boxes, the clatter turning more heads than you’d like. So close to the tavern, if your senses had been in order, you’d have smelled the stench of ale and rum, heard the laughter of patrons. All you felt was the throbbing in your side, you smelled the coppery tinge of blood and heard the rushing of what little blood was probably left in your ears. Your chest shook with staggered breathing, your stare stuck on a spot in front of you, your legs outstretched as a hand clutched your wound. A pathetic sight. Weak. That voice in your head spat insults at you. How could you die like this, in a heap in an alley outside a tavern, a stab wound from a simple contract.

You took in a laboured breath, and, with every last drop of energy, you pulled yourself to your feet. You crashed through the wooden doors of the building, gripping to anything to keep you upright. The laughter trailed off, the music came to a halt, all eyes were on you. Lifting your head, you found the stare of none other than Eleanor Guthrie as she rushed over to you. A wry smile made its way to your face as she reached you.

“Ma’am” You spluttered before collapsing, unconscious before you’d even collided with the hard floor.

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The vague memory of a dream was washed away by the screeching sound of gulls and a layer of sweat coating your body as a white room came into view. The sunlight streaming in from the open windows caused an instant ache behind your eyes. Groaning, you tried to turn away when a sharp pain shot through your torso. Sucking in a breath through your teeth, you returned to the position your back. A light sheet covered you from the chest down, your shirt nowhere to be found. Your pants, however, remained. Turning your head, you found a new shirt, clean and folded neatly on a chair next to the bed alongside your boots. Throwing the sheet aside, you examined your abdomen, finding it wrapped in a bandage, a small red stain peeking through. Slowly, you sat up, moving so your feet were on the floor and reached to grab the shirt, pulling it over your head.

A note floated down, landing beside your boots. Your brow twitched into confusion before righting itself. Bending forwards, your breath hitched as the stabbing pain worsened for a moment before dulling to a throb. Grasping the note, you began to read.

‘Miss Devereux,

Miss Guthrie would like to speak with you at once. Please make your way to her office as soon as you wake.

Mr Scott.’

An exhaustive sigh left you. This won’t be good. Putting your boots on and standing, you wondered how long you had been unconscious. Your wound had been cleaned and bandaged but the rest of you was still covered in old dirt and sweat. You looked at the basin by the window, contemplating at least getting the worst of it off. Fuck it. You thought as you moved towards the door, if she wants to see me at once she will.

You approached the closed door to her office, one of Hornigold’s men standing guard. He gave you a pitiful look.

“Is she that bad?” You asked, voice low. His lips pulled into a thin line as his eyes moved to yours for a moment before returning to the drunks below. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, not even bothering to knock.

A man in a long black coat, jaw-length brown hair and a red beard sat at the desk opposite Eleanor. Her eyes found yours and suddenly turned very dark. He turned to look at you, eyes scanning you in curiosity. “You wanted to see me, ma’am.” You stated, eyes never leaving hers.

“Captain Flint, I must speak with Miss Devereux, would you give us the room?” Her voice was short, she was pissed. Glancing between the two of you, the captain stood, moving past you.

“Good day, miss Guthrie, miss.. Devereux.” He nodded before disappearing completely. The door shut behind you leaving you to likely be torn limb from limb by the woman still standing across the desk. You had your reasons to be angry too. Silence. Only her heavy breathing could be heard. You opened your mouth to speak when she beat you to it.

“What the fuck happened?” She spat. You scoffed.

“Why, miss Guthrie I’m very well despite being stabbed by the madman you had me track down and watch, thank you for asking.” You snarled stepping toward her.

“Don’t give me that. What. Happened.”

“Well if you really want to know, I was tailing him perfectly fine, I found out what you needed and probably would have even gotten more for you had you told me he was going to be guarded by a group of degenerates. They tipped him off to me following him and I lost him before we got to the beach, I was dragged off by his dogs and ended up having to take most of them down and then he came back, asking why I was watching him and who I worked for. When I didn’t say anything, he took a swing. You know the rest.” You explained with a sneer, plonking yourself into the chair in front of her desk with only a slight wince.

“What a royal fuck up. Now he knows someone is after his plans, do you know the repercussions this could have on me? On us?” She bent over the table, sinking to your level.

“Oh so it’s ‘us’ now is it? I thought I was just a means to an end, last we spoke. Nothing more than a set of skills for hire.” You growled. She pulled back and turned to look out the window.

“You are a valuable asset to this place, to me. You care about the future of this place as much as I do, as does Captain Flint.” She trailed off.  A sigh. “Tell me what you found.” She finished, turning back, more composed than before, sitting in her chair.

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After the little chat with Eleanor, she saw to it you were given a bath and a new bandage, returning your sword, daggers and throwing knives as well as your coat, clean. She told you if she needed you, she would send for you and so, after getting cleaned up, you left.

You’d found a place to eat, sitting at a bench outside, a mystery stew and some bread in front of you. You were half way through your meal when you felt like you were being watched. Three men approached the table you were at, sitting one beside you and two in front of you.

“Gentlemen, Stew?” You offered, knowing full well they weren’t here for polite conversation. The man next to you was wider than he was tall, built like stone with tattoos down the side of his face and neck. Opposite was a tall man, arms like tree trunks and a rather large dagger placed in front of him, a warning or a promise you weren’t entirely sure. Finally, next to him, was a darker skinned man, peering at you like you were his next meal. Clearing your throat, you stood carefully, looking at all three with a small smile on your face. “I feel rather unwelcome here, may I ask what this is about?” No answer. “Right, well, I suppose I’ll be off then, it is quite late after all, goodnight.”

You turned, stepping over the bench you were sat on when a hand gripped your wrist pulling you back. In retaliation you flipped the hot stew at the larger one's face, causing him to cry out, then, all hell broke loose. Punches were thrown left and right, your knife wound causing you to be slower than usual allowing them to land a few good hits. People crowded around the scene wondering what it was all about. Ducking under one of their punches your fist found its mark, doubling one over as you brought a knee to his face with a sickening crack. He fell to the floor as you whirled around, sweeping the smaller one’s legs out from under him and stamping your boot into his face, knocking him out. The largest of the men towered over you and honestly you weren’t quite sure how you’d be able to escape this one. His fist found your jaw, knocking you to the ground, you were stunned as a ringing filled your ears. He crawled on top of you, pulling his arm back for another strike when something hit him over the head, he looked a little confused before going limp, his full weight landing on you.

You groaned at the sudden pressure on your ribcage, feeling the adrenaline slowly pass and allowing all the pain from the fight to flood into your bones. Someone pulled the giant off you, offering you a hand up. In the dark you couldn’t quite see who it was until they pulled you up. You arched your back, cracking it far more than what was probably healthy and brushing yourself off. You’d need another bath that's for sure.

Looking up, you found the same man Eleanor was speaking with prior to your intrusion.

“Captain James Flint.” He introduced, extending his hand. His face was pulled into a frown and the crowd dissipated. The men on the ground were incapacitated or rolling around in pain as you glanced at them. Tilting your head up to his taller figure, you put your hand in his.

“Miss Elizabeth Devereux”

[ya-bug-boy]

flint x transmasc/male reader? 👉👈🥹

Flint x Transmasc Reader Headcanons!!

Whether or not you're pre-op or post-op, Flint is immediately your number one supporter in how you identify yourself. Flint has always been really great in cheering on his friends to follow their passions in life, like how he wanted a really strong trainer to reinvigorate Volkner's love for battling. So to see a strong determined will to be who you want to be? That only makes him wanna be there so he can help you be your best self.

So many fire puns. Like constantly. There's no escape from them. He loves to talk about how you set his soul on fire and how he feels sunburn when you smile at him. Cheesy? Yes.

Since he deals with fire types often, his hands are calloused a bit, but they're always warm. It's nice to hold hands with him in cold weather.

During winter time, he's absolutely insistent that you bundle up in warm clothes. Despite that, he doesn't mind cold weather himself. But you're not leaving without a jacket, scarf, and gloves if you're going out in the snow. Him on the other hand, a shirt and his pants are fine. Don't worry about it.

Helps reminds you to take your medicine and hormones. He's oddly really good at remembering things.

Probably shows a little too much enthusiastic support for you in the regard if people try to misgender you. He's a passionate guy and is usually really level-headed, but the moment someone disrespects you, he gets a little hot-headed. But his biggest priority isn't to fight people, it's to make sure you feel comfortable. But he will absolutely battle and destroy any haters for you.