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
The crew encounters a group of sirens, and the first mate finds out first hand what it's like to be seduced.
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It was a punch to the gut. It was a bone lodged in my windpipe that made me nauseous, but only after it was all over.
Here I was standing on the starboard side, near the bow, shouting directions to Scroop who in turn relayed the information to the helmsman, as the ship carefully dodged the volcanic asteroids that littered this part of the Avion Galaxy. Cutting carefully through a thick amethyst fog, our mission was to harvest crystals near the inner ring of the rock belt surrounding a barren planet. The raw ore was used to make high fashion jewelry; why plunder when you could go straight to the source? At least that was the way Silver had sold it to the crew.
“Watch those sails, ya cack hands, or you’ll be hauling those lines in with yer teeth!”
Speak of the devil. His voice boomed all the way across the deck. I stole a glance aloft; the asteroids were so dense in this area they floated as close as halfway down the main mast and the crew scurried like spiders to protect the vessel from any that strayed too close.
As I turned back to my post, there came a low humming from somewhere in the asteroid field, making the hair on my neck stand up. I glared deeper into the galactic mist, the slow spinning asteroids created eerie shapes in the distance, occasionally clacking together, but they had been doing that for two days now. There was something else. A flicker of movement along the bottom edge of an asteroid ten meters away caught my eye. Then another. Something alive.
“Captain!” I shouted, never taking my eyes off the rock formation as it drew nearer.
“Aye?” Captain Silver responded from the helm.
“There’s —”
An angelic sound reverberated off the rocks and the words died in my throat. As I opened my mouth to speak again, the croon came once more, a refined call, low and smooth. It made a familiar warmth bloom in my chest.
I leaned over the side, fingers gripping the railing as I searched with eager eyes for a glimpse of what could make such a beautiful tune. The more I listened the more the call became unmistakably, entirely new; it was a song. Baritone. Solemn. The kind of thing that made you drown yourself in rum.
A wave of vertigo hit me for the first time since I was a young boy on his first vessel. I blinked heavily, attempting to get my bearings, and when I opened them a figure sat before me, clouded in crystalline dust as it sang.
For me.
The warmth in my chest expanded until my limbs were on fire. A smile crept onto my face when the person came into clear view, and the world seemed infinitely small.
“Ahoy, boy-o.” Captain Silver beamed at me, that gold tooth shining like a solar flare as he drifted towards the ship.
My eyebrows knit together, my voice soft, “Captain.”
“Aye, lad. What’re you doing up there all by your lonesome?” His huge face contorted into one of greater concern than ever before.
“Looking out for the ship. For the crew,” I sigh, leaning closer, yearning to close the distance. “For you.”
The ship seemed to have gained speed, banking sharply to port, away from Silver.
“Captain!” Shouting, I hurried along the length of the vessel, my heart racing, keeping pace with him as my voice cracked. “Captain, don't leave!”
The Ursid lept from cosmic rock to cosmic rock, determined not to lose me.
“Where are ya off to in such a hurry?” He never lost his footing, even as he sped up, even as the desperation in his voice grew clear. “I need my best mate!”
My head felt stuffed full of cotton, “Where’s the crew?”
“Blast the crew” Silver chuckled, moving closer and closer, “Blast the treasure.” His arm muscles rippled as he reached out, his paw big enough to engulf my entire hand, “You’re all this old sea dog needs.”
I looked down and suddenly my feet were on the scarred rail. My toes hanging over the edge of oblivion, the black void of space a back drop to the expansive asteroid field. Yet, before me was everything I had ever wanted. The umber colored hair that peeked out from under his bandana flitted about in the breeze. His cybernetics whirred and clicked, my eyes travelling up his left side; his metal leg, the intricate framework of his arm, and settled on the yellow glow of his mechanized eye.
I had been transfixed by that stare innumerable times. Caught like a fly under its burning red scrutiny. Soaring like a seabird on its golden pride. Never like this. Never so tender. I was a man of fortune first, a loyal crew member second, but everyone knew there was none so loyal as I to Captain Long John Silver. They’d never dare say it to my face, for I would cut them stem to stern, but the lingering stares whenever I was in his vicinity were a dark smudge on an already tattered portrait. We could get away. Just the two of us. Forever.
A massive fur covered hand grabbed me by the face, turning my head away from Silver and blinding me at the same time. A pistol shot rang out, followed by cannon fire.
“Silver!” The name tore from my throat raw and painful as I clawed at whoever held me back, pulling my cutlass from its sheath before an alloy hand clamped down on my wrist.
“Turnbuckle get us out a here you maggot-brained-two-toned-squid! All hands man the long guns til we’re outta range! An’ calm down would ya?”
I was reaching for my dagger with my free hand when I was lifted completely off the ground, arms pinned to my sides, and wrestled into the hold. I heard the trap door slam shut behind us as I was dropped rather ungraciously to the floor.
“You killed him! You’re a dirty mutineer and you’re lucky if I don’t cut your fucking throat!” I growled, climbing to my feet, whirling to face my captor.
Captain Silver stood in front of me, broad and tall as ever. He looked tired, his breathing a little heavy and that eye of his its telling red tone, but healthy as the day he was born.
“Those siren songs make ya simple? Face off the oldes’ gotdamn monster in the galaxy and my first mate nearly goes overboard. Blast me for a fool! Were ya even thinkin’?”
I blinked rapidly. He was covered in a mist of blue blood, a clean outline where my body had shielded his off white shirt and the left lapel of his trench coat. Looking down at myself I saw the same blue blood staining my skin, appearing black in the red light.
When I didn’t have some witty retort, yellow light bathed the room. I didn’t dare look up, I didn’t need his pity. Instead I turned my hands over and over again. The reality of what had happened dawned on me.
We stood in a cutting silence long enough for the thudding of the crew’s feet on the main deck to slow their urgent speed, we must have gotten to safety, and long enough still to deduce what the inaudible, hushed conversations were about.
“Sirens tempt ya —”
"Sirens tempt you with what you want most," I cut him off, "usually who you want most.”
“Ya c’aint control a crew’s gossip.” I exaggerated his accent as I paraphrased what I knew he was going to say.
“Aye.”
“An’ a gossipin’ crew ‘s hard to control.”
“Aye.”
“An’ what’s more to gossip about that is outta control than that crew’s first mate fantasizin’ about that crew’s cap'n’ without a single soul knowin’ ‘sides maybe – they says – the cap’n hisself.”
A bassy sigh, “Aye.”
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel like crying. Humiliation. Violation. My most coveted secret had been pulled out of me against my will and put on display in a grotesque show for thirty odd men. Pirates were not so against homosexuals as the English were, but the chain of command amongst wolves was a delicate thing, favoritism could not be had, imagined or not.
“What did y’all see? Exactly?” I stole a quick read of his face; embarrassment and... guilt?
Silver sighed and sat down on the steps, effectively blocking the exit with his hulking frame, “They seized upon us quick. Suppose that’s why all you gots out was my name, you were the first one to notice ‘em, first one to sense trouble. Soon enough the crew was crawling down the rafters to get a better look. Lucky this old hunk of hardware leaves a ringing in my head if I ain’t tinkered with it in a few moons,” he tapped the gears that had replaced the right side of his head and forced a dry laugh.
My lips pressed into a straight line.
“As I bark orders I realize none of the crew’s movin’. Not a one. And my first mate sure as hell woulda made those sea calves run to their mommas for disobeying an order. I look down from the helm to see all eyes on ya, and you're runnin’ along the railin’ shoutin’ at one of them creatures, and by t’under it looks like what ol’ Long John sees in the mirror.” He meets my eyes, scratching the back of his neck before looking away, “I tried to make it to ya before it got worse, orderin’ them to man the cannons before they lost their head’s too, seein' as the resta dem monsters were clamberin' the sides, but I reckon those boys saw enough when you were standing on that rail, hand in hand, speakin’ to me — it,” Silver hastily corrected himself, “in that sweet talkin’ voice we’ve all heard you use on a wench or two at port.”
I was shaking now. My nervous system was on overdrive.
If they had all seen that, there was no way I could remain on this vessel. They’d leave me with the next civilization we came to and then what would I do? I’d sailed under Flint for ten years. Under Silver for five. Fifteen years was a long time to know a man.
Who was I without Silver?
The fact I was even asking myself that question was enough to send me over the edge. I stood back up with such speed it startled Silver to his feet. I planned to march past him with so much gusto that he would step aside. I could outrun this feeling.
I could.
“Easy there, where ya off to in such a hurry?” His paw stopped me in my tracks, open palm colliding with my chest.
“Don’t.” I grabbed his wrist, my fingers barely making it halfway around.
“You saw the whole thing, that should be explanation enough. Don’t play the fucking good guy just cause you pity me. I’m not your pet.” I spat.
"Not gonna keel haul ya for a fantasy, boy-o, but ya got some explainin’ to do.” He ripped his arm out of my grasp.
He'd been down playing his anger this whole time.
That scarlet glow fell over my face, and this time I glared straight into it. I thought I could feel the warmth of the laser scanning over each of my features. To my surprise, his face softened into an unreadable look.
“By the stars,” Silver whispered, “you’ve never been a pet.”
Suddenly that anger was never anger at all. It was pain that I had inflicted when I mistook sympathy for pity, when I had turned the person who cared about me the most, the man who’d fought beside me time and time again, into someone cruel and ugly in the recess of my mind.
I could hate myself for it. I could add it to the list of reasons I don’t deserve to be loved so freely, but that’s what got me into this mess.
So instead I embrace him. I rest my head on his belly as he towers over me, stiff and stunned, as I begin to sob. My hot tears pool into his shirt, mingling with the coagulating siren blood and soaking through immediately.
“You don’t have to hug me back.” I choke out between sobs.
His arms wrap around me, “Shh. Shh. Shh. None a that now, don’t be silly.”
I cry harder as I sink into his body. I almost apologize. I almost pull away, but I’m stronger than that. Instead, I press myself closer, and he pets my hair, his biological arm crushing me to him. The smell of leather and gunsmoke and sweat soothes me even more. After a moment I sniffle and clear my throat.
“Why did you turn my head away?” I spoke into his shirt.
“Hm?”
“When you shot the siren, you covered my eyes, why?”
I could feel him inhale and hold, the exhale fueling his words.
“I wasn’t about to let ya see the matter get blown outta my skull, real or no. As long as you’re breathin’, I’m with ya. To the very end. Don’t ya think otherwise.”
I smiled then. A real smile. And buried my face deeper. There was no kiss. No big display of passion. We stood, comforted in each other's embrace. Things went a little easier after that. Hard, sure, men of fortune never have it easy, and the crew had many concerns about the siren event, but when those concerns were met with a long walk off a short pier they shut up quickly. Those bastards are blind anyhow. Soft eyes and lingering smiles mean little to the likes of them.
Hii! Thank you for exchanging with me :D Can I get a Disney matchup?
Any gender (pref for men, but fem are ok as well)! Adults only pls!! Pronouns are He/It/Luck, I'm 21!
Appearance: 5'7", short blond hair (currently pink dyed under my bangs), downturned grey eyes (I've been compared to those precious moment dolls 😭), super pale, medium weight kinda? I've got stretch marks but I'm not quite chubby? it all goes to my thighs and tummy tbh, moles and sparse freckles, I wear so many hawaiian shirts with fun patterns I love my silly ones!! I have pokemon ones that I LOVE!! I kinda dress like a kidcore dad
Hobbies: I LOVE video games (Especially nintendo, Legend of Zelda is one of my special interest), cosplaying, drawing, Cosmetology (I'm a licensed cosmetologist :D)
Likes: Supernatural horror, listening to people talk about their interests, video games, reading, cosplaying, silly/cute hawaiian shirts, birds (I have 3 Zebra finches!!), sweet and spicy foods, SODA (I'm so obsessed with soda, I get it every chance I get </3)
Dislikes: A lot of basic dislikes, super loud and high pitched noises, close-minded people, anger, sour tastes
Personality:
Pros: I've been told I'm sweet, I usually try and be empathetic and understanding the best I can be, quiet until the conversation starts (I love to encourage people to keep talking!!), I'm good with anything like secrets I just don't feel the need to tell people what others have said to me so like.. why would I? I'm kinda straight-forward in that regard, I hate beating around the bush and like to get straight to the point but never in a way that comes off as rude (unless accidentally 😭). I LOVE to laugh and joke around, I laugh so much at anything whether it's nervous laughing or I find little things funny and try to keep it lighthearted. Having fun is the best, especially when I can make it better for others as well! Normally I'm the one finding myself funny </3
Cons: Really bad agoraphobia, even the idea of someone being upset at me can make me panic. This often leads to me isolating myself 😭 I'm a very anxious and people-pleasing person. Whenever it comes to myself I'm pessimistic and negative, while there are things I like about myself it's only appearance-wise. I'm not a confident person though and it's very easy to tell. I tend to procrastinate an unhealthy amount and I'm WAY too passive (which has been taken advantage of). I have a bad habit of trying to justify any of my actions, overexplain, or over-apologize but I do try take accountability. I can be very naive and oblivious, as well as indecisive.
Love language: Mainly quality time, but I love giving gifts as well as complimenting people.
Other: MBTI is INTP last I checked, hogwarts house is Hufflepuff, and I'm a January Capricorn :D
Preferred in a partner: I don't date irl (aroace things </3) but for a fictional character I would really need someone encouraging, it doesn't have to be in a soft and gentle way (too gentle never works tbh). I always love the idea of a character having a soft spot for only me, idk why lol
Dealbreaker: Anything that could go against my own morals, like hate-speech and whatnot. As well as someone who lashes out easily, anger makes me panic and space out.
Hopefully this is enough info!! Feel free to ask me anything else you'd need in DMS :D
Hi there, sweetie! I really hope that you like this a lot!
Your Disney ship is... JOHN SILVER!
Reason Why:
The two of you are opposites in every way but the two of you are actually completing each other in every way possible; you need someone assertive as he is and he needs someone understanding as you are especially with his pirate adventures and his fatherly like relationship with Jim Hawkins.
Headcanons About Your Relationship:
The two of you love to make each other laugh even though you both have different senses of humor to have so the two of you teams up to make each other laugh through the two of you's different senses of humor.
He loves that you are understanding but isn't afraid to beat around the bush and can keep a secret because he is a secretive person but he is always being misunderstood by the others until you showed up and changed his life for the better.
The two of you would spend lots of time together as individuals and as a pair as well; the two of you would spend looking at the stars together for your inspiration to draw the stars from the ship's point of view from the night sky.
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.
Imagine: Who you and your Dark Order S/O will be dressing up as for Halloween?
These might be gendered as far as characters go but they are all gender neutral. I also gave a couple of options so if you don't like one, you can imagine another. As well as this can easily be read as You x Your Dark Order bestie. Let your imagination run wild.
Evil Uno
Batman and Catwoman
Deadpool and Wolverine
Mario And Peach
John Silver
I know he is a massive Harry Potter fan but I steered away from HP because I find it personally difficult to support anything JK Rowling is connected to, still love Johnny tho.
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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
*tiptoes in* may I request silver x reader fluff headcanons or something pretty please
(Ask and you shall receive)
🏴☠️ Silver hides this from his crew but he absolutely LOVES cuddling. He can't resist to wrap his arms around you while you're both in bed. Silver can either be the little spoon or the big spoon. Yet most of the time, except him to be the big spoon.
🏴☠️ He likes spoiling you. Silver always gets you jewelry or gems when he comes back from raiding other ships. Rings, necklaces, earrings, crowns, bracelets, and other precious metals. It means a lot to Silver when you wear the jewelry he gives you. Although you have to tell him to please stop getting you jewelry because it's starting to weigh you down.
🏴☠️ Except date nights having to do with the two of you staying home and making a meal. Silver gets tired from being a hard ass pirate captain all day and stealing treasures. All he wants to do after having a long day of piracy, is to enjoy a nice warm meal along side you.
🏴☠️His favorite nicknames for you are "Love", "Sweetkins", and "Gorgeous".
