Imagine yourself caressing your wet pussy with slender fingers. Your back arches, feeling a new pulse in your clit as the image of his scorching gaze flashes through your mind, and next to it lies the photograph you tore from the clinic's magazine. In this photo, Victor looks reserved and serious. But how you'd love to rip his shirt, tighten his tie, and ride him. His gaze grows dim, his hands on your hips tighten. You're about to cum.

HEADCANON

I can't help but wonder what Captain Barbossa would be like with the woman he loved. I absolutely dislike the tropes where he lives in a house on dry land. That's not his thing. Living a quiet life and simply existing? If you spend your whole life in one place, you'll never want to live somewhere completely different.