#john silver headcanons

[ilykatz]

| John Silver as your boyfriend head canons

Boyfriend John Silver who loves to cook for you, even if that should go without saying. He’s an acts of service king. He doesn’t really try too hard when he has to make a huge batch of food for hungry pirates that have been working all day, they wouldn’t appreciate the hard work of it anyways. You did though, he was always trying new recipes, learning what spices you did and didn’t like, he wanted to make sure you were well fed, with foods you’ll enjoy.

You sitting on the counter in the kitchen while he cooks up dinner for the two of you. Lifting the spoon he was using to stir everything together to you so you could have a taste. Sometimes you’d ask if he could add a little bit more of an extra ingredient, and you’d get it. Doesn’t matter if it was the last of that specific ingredient for the voyage, his girl was getting fed.

Boyfriend John Silver who is incredibly protective of you. Being on a ship full of pirates ready to attack should the opportunity present itself. His robotic eye narrowing in on anyone who looked at you funny, warning them that you were off limits. It wasn’t hard for him to intimidate others thankfully, one flex of his robotic arm, ready to turn to a weapon was enough to scare off his crew from coming near you. If you ever noticed, he’d brush it off and go back to talking to you like he wasn’t in scary captain mode.

“You okay, Johnny?” You ask him sweetly.

He turned to look at you, face completely softening. “Aye, love, don’t worry yer pretty little head.” He reassured you.

Boyfriend John Silver who is a shameless flirt. He’s got the most beautiful woman in the galaxy on his arm, yeah he’s gonna flirt with her. Unapologetically saying the most out of pocket stuff to you, and he’s not exactly quiet about it.

“Mmm, gods above woman, I could take a bite outta ya right now.” He growls, groping your ass from behind you, out in front of everyone on the deck of the ship.

Heat spreads through your cheeks. You turn your head to glare at him for being so shameless.

He just groans, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, lass, keep lookin’ at me like that.”

Yeah anything you do gets him going.

Boyfriend John Silver who’s always touching you. Not necessarily inappropriately, though he does do that often as well. He’s just always has to have a hand on you. His intact hand on your lower back, maybe moving to your hip to bring you closer to him. A tap on the behind as he’s moving past you, that always makes you jump and scold him. It’s also sweet too, when sitting at the kitchen table together, his hand holding yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

When you two are alone, he’ll pull you close to him by your belt loops on your pants. Always pulling a shy giggle from you as you hide your face in his chest.

Boyfriend John Silver who thinks he doesn’t deserve you, someone so good, someone so beautiful. He’s lied, he’s killed, he’s betrayed others, you knew this, yet you loved him anyways. He doesn’t act like it, but he’s a deeply insecure man, and wants the best for you, and doesn’t think that’s him. But you see right through him, assuring you love every bit of him, inside and out. You had what you deserved, he’s your everything.

a/n: John Silver is hot and I’m tired of everyone pretending he’s not

[witchthewriter]

 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

🌿ENTP 🍁Slytherin 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Sagittarius Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aries Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ You weren’t a fan of port. It meant leaving the ship and interacting with other ... people. 

⭑ The noises, the smells, people not moving out of your way. It drove you crazy. 

⭑ But that was where you met John, on the island of Nassau. 

⭑ He had become well-known throughout the plundering community. He was respected amongst his crew and worked well with Captain Flint. Their relationship created an almost impregnable barrier against enemies.

⭑ You were fearsome in your own right. 

⭑ You were born on a pirate ship; your mother the Captain and your father the First Mate. 

⭑ You carried a legacy. One that had been started by your parents, and as they had no other children, you had the sole responsibility. 

⭑ Luckily enough, the pirate life was for you. 

⭑ Although it was a difficult life - having people rely on you, you had grown up with it. Gotten used to it. Your mother died 10 years ago, your father not long after that. They were in love. 

⭑ Love ... they were the only representatives of true love. 

⭑ You didn’t think much about that. Much about finding a partner. You just wanted a good crew. Men and women you could rely on. Loyal. But they had to be loyal to a fault. 

⭑ And they were - 

⭑ Anyone who double-crossed you, or sold you out... well... they lost their tongue, and fingers. 

⭑ You didn’t like it; the savagery of it all. 

⭑ But it was the life you knew. 

⭑ John was a surprise though

⭑ And surprises didn’t go well with your line of work

⭑ You didn’t like him at first. There was an air of arrogance when you first met. But you had mistaken what it actually was; a barrier. A wall against another potential enemy.

⭑ Now, after 3 years of marriage, John still has moments of arrogancy. 

⭑ You lived relatively rich lives. The gold and jewels you had found funded a comfortable life.

⭑ It was away from the prying eyes of pirates, but not too far from civilization

⭑ It was just you two. And it had taken John a bit of getting used to. Well, as did you.

⭑ You still wanted to live part of your life at sea. And John was completely okay with that

⭑ But you were never gone for long though 

⭑ Although he was an awful cook when he stumbled into Flint’s crew, he’s actually developed his culinary skills and is great at whipping up an easy meal

⭑ Probably have a pet of some kind

⭑ Although John said it was nothing but another mouth to feed. But you couldn’t resist 

⭑ Most days John feels cold, even in the heat, he’ll feel the slightest chill in the air and wrap up

⭑ You like to trace to the scars on his body, and he shivers 

⭑ He never forgets your birthday, even though he doesn’t know his. He picks a random day every year 

⭑ Likes to hear you breathing while sleeping next to him 

⭑ Hums a lot. While bathing, tidying up, while doing yard work. He likes to sing too

⭑ You have hidden weapons around the property

⭑ And you both always have a gun and a knife on your person

⭑ Likes it when you braid his hair

⭑ And you give him haircuts

⭑ You absolutely adore his curly hair

⭑ Some days his leg hurts so badly that he has to lay in bed. You bring him tinctures and teas to ease the pain 

⭑ He doesn’t know what he’d do without you 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Wondrous Love by Bear McCreary

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ Himbo Wife Energy 

  ✧ Bastard (John) x Likes The Bastard And Is Mad About It (You)

  ✧ Just A Hook Up > Crew Members > Friends > Lovers > Married

  NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Oh he does love to be dominated. Without a doubt. 

⭑ He’d happily lay there as his wrists and legs are tied, completely at your mercy. 

⭑ Has both Mummy and Daddy issues... he likes to be coddled and told what to do

⭑ Likes to be pegged, but only if you call him a “good boy” 

⭑ When kinks/fetishes aren’t involved. Then the sex is very intimate and passionate. 

⭑ John won’t stop looking into your eyes, trying to capture some part of your soul and merge it with his. 

⭑ His movements are slow and deep, hitting parts of you that you thought you weren’t able to feel

⭑ John’s strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly; all he wants is to show you how deeply he feels. These moments aren’t rare, but neither are they common

⭑ He’s very good at foreplay, and his seduction techniques are otherwordly

⭑ He can turn you into jelly by the way he kisses your neck

⭑ His hands are large, and when he fingers you,  you whimper shamelessly

⭑ Loves nibbling on your ear lobe 

⭑ Gets out of trouble by whispering sinful things in your ear

[ilykatz]

You’re very obviously not afraid of Silver, and it makes him incredibly hard

CW: spitting, angry/hate flirting, it’s rough and hot, nothing explicit happens tho, Silver and reader are around the same age, Jim is your sister’s son

You tried to escape the ship with Jim and the others when the mutiny happened. But you got caught helping Jim escape with the map. You didn’t care what happened to you; all that mattered to you was that your nephew was safe and the pirates didn’t have the map.

The two pirates who caught you dragged you back up to the main deck of the ship. Your arms were tied behind your back as they pushed you towards their captain, a man you grew to trust during your time on the ship with him, John Silver. They shoved you forward, forcing you to your knees in front of him, head yanked up by the roots of your hair until your eyes locked on his.

“She was helpin’ the boy escape,” one pirate grunted. “Tried to fight, too. Feisty thing.”

Silver stepped forward, the sound of his boots echoing on the deck, slow and deliberate. His expression unreadable, that steel leg hissing softly as he moved.

“Well now,” he drawled, crouching to meet you, eye to eye, “you weren’t the one I expected ‘em to catch, lass.”

You didn’t respond with anything but a nasty glare.

“Now don’t be like that, pretty,” he murmured. His hand came up slowly, fingers curling under your chin. The touch was surprisingly gentle—but you knew better. “You’ll get to help us get back that map.”

“Bite me,” you hissed, then spit—right in his face.

The crack in his composure was immediate. His head jerked back, and he wiped the spit with the back of his gloved hand, slow and tense. The crew behind him fell silent, like the whole damn ship was holding its breath.

Then—a growl.

He grabbed your face roughly with his prosthetic hand, the cold edge of it biting into your cheek. His other hand braced the wall beside your head as he loomed over you.

“I’ve slit men’s throats for less than that,” he snarled.

He threatened you, yet your glare didn’t falter. You were tied up, dirty, kneeling in front of him with your chest rising and falling from adrenaline—and still, you weren’t scared. Still, you stared him down with those sharp, unyielding eyes and that smart mouth that had haunted too many of his nights already. Most would’ve cowered in fear by now, hell, long before that in fact. Not you, you’ve spent enough time with the pirate on the ship to know what he would and wouldn’t do. He wouldn’t admit it, but he grew to care about you and Jim. He could lie all he wanted, but you weren’t stupid; you got under his skin.

“You think I won’t throw you in the brig, girl?” he hissed low, voice dark with false menace.

“I think you’re full of shit,” you shot back, calm as ever. “If you wanted me gone, I’d be halfway to orbit already. But here I am.”

Through his glare, you just kept eye contact, refusing to break first.

He should’ve thrown you overboard. Should’ve broken you.

Instead, his cock twitched in his trousers.

He laughed, low and strained, and it sent a ripple of heat up your spine.

“Ain’t afraid one bit, are ya?”

“You’re not nearly as terrifying as you think you are, Silver,” you said coolly, dragging your eyes deliberately over his features. “You forget—I know you.”

That made his jaw clench. Something primal flared in his chest. He wanted to rip the bindings off your wrists just so he could pin you down himself. Wanted to see you snarl and curse beneath him until you snapped, until you begged.

He clenched his jaw, feeling the unmistakable pull of arousal—annoying, insistent, completely uninvited.

Something about the way you were challenging Silver was driving him insane; he could feel his cock twitching in his trousers as he studied your confident glare. It didn’t help that you were bound and kneeling in front of him. He wished your position were under different circumstances.

Your defiance was refreshing; most wouldn’t dare even think of spitting at him, giving him attitude like you did. He liked the challenge; it only made him want to push you more until he broke you. Make your cry out and beg him to stop.

He shook his head as he lightly chuckled to himself.

Gods above, all he wanted to do was take you right then and there in front of his crew. Give you a reason to fear him.

Before he could make any kind of move he might regret, he released his grip on your face and straightened himself up.

He nods towards the two who brought you in. “Take her to my quarters,” he ordered sharply.

The pirates exchanged a look.

He turned on them with a snarl. “Now.”

They scrambled to obey, grabbing your arms and yanking you upright. You didn’t resist. You kept your head high, meeting Silver’s stare one last time as they dragged you toward the stairwell.

[queeranerys]

psssst john silver is ace pass it on