#potc jack

The sun had just set on the horizon, and your maid had undone you from your horrid corseted dress of the day, and slipped into a comfortable cotton night gown.

You groaned under your breath, waiting for the hallway outside your room to quiet before you crawled out of bed and changed into a simple dusty blue velvet dress. Glancing once again at your bedroom before climbing out of your window.

You wandered down the dimly lit street, before finding yourself drawn to a bar. Loud commotion came from the inside, and you pushed your way through the door. The people here certainly weren't the proper men you were used to, and it brought a bit of relief to you.

You took a seat on one of the stools at the bar top, before observing around. From across the bar, a mid 40s man with long brown dreadlocks caught eyes with you. He smirked, showing off a few gold teeth before he sauntered over to you, sliding into the seat next to yours.

"Never seen you 'round here before. I'd remember a darling face like yers." He hummed, leaning closer to you. He smelt overwhelming of rum.

"Guess you could consider me a newcomer." You replied, not giving away much on your face as you studied him more closely. He had tan skin— one that seemed to be from hours in the sun rather than natural color, black eyeliner rimming his brown eyes, and muscular arms (or at least from what you could tell).

"Newcomer, eh?" He smirked, a flash of mischievous on his lips. "Say.. How 'bout you and me have a deal, lovie. You and me get outta here, and I show you around my ship." He hummed, leaning closer.

The men here were vultures, and he'd be damned if he let some other man get his hands on you first..

"Doesn't sound sketchy at all." You said, matching his smirk with your own. You'd wanted something new, didn't you? "I suppose I'll let you take me for a joyride." You whispered, leaning even closer, crawling your fingers up along his arm.

"Careful with your words, dove. I may take you up on that." He warned, a glint of hunger in his eyes. He was starving, and you were like a juicy piece of meat. Nonetheless, he moved you out of the bar without anyone knowing, and led you to his ship by keeping a hand on your wrist.

His ship was bigger than you expected it to be— not as grand as the British Naval ships you were used to, but still impressive. It looked to be maybe a kind of cargo ship, but you couldn't be too sure.

"Your captain let you bring ladies here alone?" You asked as he let you aboard, now standing on the deck.

"Darling, I am the captain. I can do as I please." He swaggered, practically dragging you up to the helm.

The ship overlooked the sea, sparkling with the moonlight. It was a sight you saw often, but not from this angle, and definitely never this

"You look impressed." He simply stated, letting you lean on the railing in front of you. He came up behind you, his body heat radiating onto you, yet he didn't press himself to you fully. All he did was place his hands on your hips.

"I've never been this close." You admitted, looking over your shoulder at him. The way his eyes smoldered had heat burning in your lower gut.

"To what? The sea?" He asked with a hum, relishing in your heightened senses. He brushed your hair to your back, pushed the neckline of your dress to the side to expose your shoulder, and planted a dirty kiss and a nip there.

"To adventure, experience." You shivered at his teeth on your skin, sending another spark of arousal to your undergarments.

"If it's adventure you want, love, I could take you on one... You just need to give me the permission to do whatever I want to you." He whispered dirty in your ear, his hand trailing up to find your throat.

You shouldn't, but oh, he was so convincing. "Yes.." You said breathlessly, pressing back into him.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." He growled, not wasting anytime in unlacing your dress. "Strip. Let me see you." He ordered, and you could see why he was the captain.

Being just as eager as him, you bared yourself down to your knickers, feeling awfully exposed.

"Such a beauty.." He murmured, teasingly running his rough hands along your skin as he pushed you to bend over the helm.

You fully whined at his words, feeling his phantom touch as he pulled away. He didn't let you see, but you could hear— something being pulled along the wood of the deck until you felt it. Ropes, tough ones that the navy used on their ships. You were surprised at how delicately the captain wrapped it around your body— over your breasts, your ribs, tying your hands together until you were fully at his mercy, and he held the other end of the rope like a leash.

"You could moan as loud as you want, dove, but nobody's here to hear it. Right now I own this pussy. Say it. Say 'Captain Jack Sparrow owns my pussy'." He commanded, pulling on the ropes, making you clench in arousal.

"C-Captain Jack Sparrow owns my pussy.." You repeated, flushing with embarrassment.

He chuckled darkly when you heard the undoing of pants, hearing it clatter to the floor with his gear. "Are ye sure about this, love? Because once I start.. I'm not stopping til I get me fill." He whispered into your ear, a rasp that had you tingling.

"Yes.." You whimpered, pointing your bare ass up a bit higher, as if presenting it for him.

He gave you one harsh spank before he spread your ass cheeks apart, rubbing his head along your leaking hole. With no warning, he pushed all the way in, filling you to the hilt with a sinful groan.

You stuttered moans and incoherent screams as he began pounding you. He was so deep, deeper than your fingers have ever gone, deeper than you thought was possible.

"Fuck.. It feels so good, Captain." You whined, making him pull your hair back into a ponytail, using it for leverage as he rutted his hips into you.

"You're pathetic." He laughed cruelly, roughing up his thrusts. "Pussy squeezing me so tight.. Ye were just waiting for this, huh? Ye wanted ol' Jack to take control of this cunt." He groaned, head tilted back as he began to lose control. "Yer gonna see what happens to sirens like you.."

You felt your toes curling as he hit that soft spot inside you over and over again, bringing you impossibly close to the edge. You couldn't do anything but fuck back on him with the limited mobility that you had. "Please.." You begged, though you didn't quite know what you were begging for.

"Please what?" He cooed, snapping his hips against your flesh harder to punish your inability to speak properly.

"Please let me cum! Please Captain!" You mewled out, unable to stop his title from ripping through your throat. You felt your pulse racing underneath your skin, as you felt the pleasure coil tightly within your pussy.

He hummed, as if contemplating it, but he didn't stop his brutal pace that he'd set. "Go ahead." He purred, his voice sounding like poisonous honey— tantalizing, sweet, but an edge of danger and caution. He curled the rope that you were bound with around his palm, while his other hand spread your ass to give him a proper view. "Let me see you cream on my cock." He growled, primal in his need.

You stuttered before breaking, crying out his name along with obscene sounds like a harlot. It wasn't long before you felt Jack spill inside you, his milky white substance feeling warm inside you.

He gave you a few more shallow thrusts, your combined arousal making a wet squelching noise, before dropping the rope.

You heard him chuckle behind you— low, rough, and exhausted. "I underestimated ye, love." He hummed, pulling up his own trousers despite the fact that he left you bare and still bound by rope that dug into your delicate skin.

"Are you just going to leave me like this??" You asked while trying your hardest not to roll your eyes. The cold of the night was starting to bite at you now that you weren't being fucked within inches of your life.

"Enjoying the view." He hummed. "You look so pretty with my cum dripping down yer cunt. But I suppose I could cut you free, since I'm feeling oh so generous." He teased before his hands moved to undo your restraints with practiced precision.

Once you were set free, you quickly pulled your clothes on, before you felt the weight of his heavy jacket around your shoulders. "Leaving so soon, love?" He asked with a smirk on his face. "I haven't even offered you a swig of me rum."

You sighed, knowing you couldn't fight him on this. "Yeah, okay. I'll stay for rum." You sighed, walking back with him to his quarters on the ship.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

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Jack sees this openness and vulnerability as a true form of love, so the feeling of you relaxing into his arms makes his heart do a little flip. It makes him feel trusted--a feeling he’s not used to in the slightest. That sense of trust is really important to him, and knowing that you’ll hold him without judgement means that for once in his life, he’s found someone to trust. 

On that note, Jack likes being held. He likes the feeling of warmth and protection it gives him. There’s something about the way his back fits against your chest, and how his face fits into the crook of your kneck that makes him feel safe. He’s a pirate: constantly on the run, hyper-aware of his surroundings, used to being betrayed (thanks Hector). Safety wasn’t something he believed in. The idea makes him emotional, but he tries not to show it. He feels a little stupid, like a child tucked into their mother’s arms, but he can’t help needing it from time to time.

Jack is secretly afraid of being alone. He surrounds himself with his crew, with his acquaintances, with his enemies, even, just to have a sense of being around people. It never truly keeps the loneliness at bay, but he thinks it serves him fine. Being held makes him feel wanted, and reassures him that he has at least one person that will stay by his side. 

Jack makes cuddling less sexy than you think. He really just enjoys spending soft moments with you, and doesn’t really feel the need to make them into anything “more”. They’re enough on their own (though he wouldn’t say no to ~other things~ if you suggested them). A life of piracy, a life on the sea, allows little room for softness, for gentleness. Jack finds that cuddling is the perfect space to find these needs in a harsh reality. 

Jack loves when you play with his hair. Whether you’re just running your hands through it, massaging his scalp, braiding it, or pulling it, he’s enamoured. Jack understands the unsaid intimacy* to hair: when you braid someone’s hair, or cut it for them, or even just play with it, it’s an act of love. Braiding and cutting hair may be a tiny act of service, but it still means that you’re putting time into doing something for another person. Jack gets this, and will always offer to help with yours. The feeling of your fingers through his locks drives him wild. He won’t lie: pulling on it turns him on.

Jack sleeps in some god-awful positions. He drapes himself across his bed like a starfish most of the time, which takes up all the space. The chances that you fall off the bed are high. He also never sleeps under his sheets, which may or may not drive you insane, depending on how you prefer to sleep. In any case, you’re not going anywhere when sleeping with him. He’ll have you pinned down with one or more of his limbs, snoring away, with you stuck somewhere underneath him. 

Jack, being Jack, is dramatic. And wants all the attention in the world. He’s basically a cat: once you start cuddling him, he’ll never let you go, and will complain heavily if you have to go do something. If you want to cuddle, be prepared to do so for hours. He’s pretty strong, and can pin you in place if he wants. He definitely uses this to his advantage sometimes. He likes to bask in your attention, and appreciates all the half-exasperated compliments you give him when he’s being needy. 

He completely believes in returning the favor, though. He’ll let you rest your head on his chest, running his fingers through your hair, watching the gentle expressions on your face. He massages your scalp and places kisses along your hairline, trying to work some of the tension from your features and help you relax. He hums to you, too, songs he learned in all the places he’s visited. He’s a surprisingly good singer, but doesn’t actually sing until he thinks you’re asleep. Pretending to sleep while he sings is one of your favorite activities. 

You always wonder where he gets his songs. He knows a shocking amount of lullabies in all different languages, but you can’t bring yourself to ask why. You secretly wonder if he has any children (he does not). The truth is that he’s run into a lot of children on his travels, and they remind him of his young self. He never had anyone to sing to him, so there’s this soft part of him that learns to sing for the children who don’t have anyone else. 

He also, of course, knows quite a few love songs, and you don’t have to ask about those at all. You just like the slight vibrations you can feel while he’s singing and you’re curled up against his chest. 

Jack likes listening to your heartbeat whenever he’s curled up against you. He finds it soothing, and can fall asleep to the gentle rhythm combined with the rocking of his ship. He’ll fall asleep smiling, thinking of the two things he loves most--the Pearl and you. 

Jack always manages to press kisses to any exposed skin he can find while cuddling. You’ll be laying there, and maybe your shirt has ridden up a bit to give him access to your stomach, or the laces have fallen open and he can kiss your chest. He likes being mischievous, and likes to see you squirm. His kisses are warm, and he often laughs into them as you chastise him for teasing you so much. There’s something lovely about that hot puff of air against your skin just before he plants a kiss to it that drives you mad. 

Jack likes to keep cuddles just between the two of you. Mostly, you do it in his cabin on the Pearl and nowhere else so you can keep to yourselves. This may come as a surprise, given how shameless Jack seems, but in the end, that part of him is only an act. He doesn’t want to look vulnerable in front of others; Jack has a reputation to uphold, and that’s the one of “rat bastard”, so he can’t be seen going soft. He’s also afraid that if anyone knew how much he cares for you, they’d hurt you in some way to get to him. The thought scares him, so he likes to keep your more gentle and intimate moments between yourselves. 

Cuddling gets Jack to talk. When he’s not tired enough to fall asleep, and he wants to spend some time with you, he’ll exchange stories with you. As your relationship progresses, he’ll be more and more open, telling you stories about Teague and his childhood spend at Shipwreck Cove. He’ll even tell you about working with Beckett and the mythical land of Zezura, but only when he knows that he’s in too deep to go back. You’ll get to see a more open and honest side of Jack that few people get to witness. 

Jack indulges in a little fantasy of living with you in a little cottage somewhere by the sea. He likes the idea of slowing things down, cooking together, reading to each other on rainy days, planting gardens and watching them grow. He imagines a sunny spot somewhere where you won’t be found or disturbed. He knows it wouldn’t work out, of course. He’s too tied to the sea. But he doesn’t want to see you hurt, so he often thinks of sending you off, and feels a little selfish for keeping you around. He’d never tell you of his domestic fantasy, but smiles softly if you ever voiced the same sort of idea. 

Jack is just glad to have you around. The fact that you want to stay with him, on the sea, through a life of piracy, touches him. He’s never been emotionally close to anyone to the extent that he is to you. He values your downtime together--lord knows you get little enough of it. At the end of the day, it’s your arms he wants to be wrapped in and your smile he wants to feel against the back of his head.