Johnny ᵖᵃʳᵒᵈʸ
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He smirks, slow and wicked, thumb tracing her lips again as he presses closer.
"Aye, melt ye I will, love… till ye’re naught but fire in me arms."
🌊🏴☠️
"Aye, melt ye I will, love… till ye’re naught but fire in me arms."
🌊🏴☠️
November 27, 2025 at 4:10 PM
He smirks, slow and wicked, thumb tracing her lips again as he presses closer.
"Aye, melt ye I will, love… till ye’re naught but fire in me arms."
🌊🏴☠️
"Aye, melt ye I will, love… till ye’re naught but fire in me arms."
🌊🏴☠️
*He draws her close, thumb brushing her lower lip, voice a low rumble against her mouth.*
‘Then it be sealed, love. Even when the sea takes us, even when the stars burn out — ye’ll still have me heart. Now… an’ forever.’ 🌊♥️🧜🏴☠️
‘Then it be sealed, love. Even when the sea takes us, even when the stars burn out — ye’ll still have me heart. Now… an’ forever.’ 🌊♥️🧜🏴☠️
November 26, 2025 at 6:57 AM
*He draws her close, thumb brushing her lower lip, voice a low rumble against her mouth.*
‘Then it be sealed, love. Even when the sea takes us, even when the stars burn out — ye’ll still have me heart. Now… an’ forever.’ 🌊♥️🧜🏴☠️
‘Then it be sealed, love. Even when the sea takes us, even when the stars burn out — ye’ll still have me heart. Now… an’ forever.’ 🌊♥️🧜🏴☠️
Breath minglin’ with hers like a shared vow whispered on the tide.
"I love ye, Martha Jones Sparrow… with every cursed inch o’ me soul. An’ I’ll be lovin’ ye ‘til the seas dry up an’ the stars fall from the heavens." 🌊
"I love ye, Martha Jones Sparrow… with every cursed inch o’ me soul. An’ I’ll be lovin’ ye ‘til the seas dry up an’ the stars fall from the heavens." 🌊
November 25, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Breath minglin’ with hers like a shared vow whispered on the tide.
"I love ye, Martha Jones Sparrow… with every cursed inch o’ me soul. An’ I’ll be lovin’ ye ‘til the seas dry up an’ the stars fall from the heavens." 🌊
"I love ye, Martha Jones Sparrow… with every cursed inch o’ me soul. An’ I’ll be lovin’ ye ‘til the seas dry up an’ the stars fall from the heavens." 🌊
"Aye, Martha… lucky stars indeed," voice low and warm as Caribbean wind. "But if there be any blessin’ in this world, lass, it’s mine — for findin’ you.
You be the beat in me chest, the spark in me blood, the compass that keeps me from sailin’ into the abyss."
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You be the beat in me chest, the spark in me blood, the compass that keeps me from sailin’ into the abyss."
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November 25, 2025 at 3:41 PM
"Aye, Martha… lucky stars indeed," voice low and warm as Caribbean wind. "But if there be any blessin’ in this world, lass, it’s mine — for findin’ you.
You be the beat in me chest, the spark in me blood, the compass that keeps me from sailin’ into the abyss."
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You be the beat in me chest, the spark in me blood, the compass that keeps me from sailin’ into the abyss."
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"Aye, Martha… a treasure, ye say? Then the sea herself must be jealous, for I’ve already found the only one worth havin’."
His gold in his teeth flashin’.
"Ye make a pirate feel rich without a coin to his name. The way ye speak me name—it’s more precious than all the gold in the Spanish Main."
His gold in his teeth flashin’.
"Ye make a pirate feel rich without a coin to his name. The way ye speak me name—it’s more precious than all the gold in the Spanish Main."
November 13, 2025 at 3:58 PM
"Aye, Martha… a treasure, ye say? Then the sea herself must be jealous, for I’ve already found the only one worth havin’."
His gold in his teeth flashin’.
"Ye make a pirate feel rich without a coin to his name. The way ye speak me name—it’s more precious than all the gold in the Spanish Main."
His gold in his teeth flashin’.
"Ye make a pirate feel rich without a coin to his name. The way ye speak me name—it’s more precious than all the gold in the Spanish Main."
Jack’s grip tightens, his gaze burnin’ with all the fire of the sea in storm. 🌊
"Aye, Martha… ye speak the truth o’ me own heart! What we’ve got, love, it ain’t bound by sky nor sea. It’s somethin’ the gods themselves would envy."
His lips ghostin’ over hers.
"Ye’re mine, heart and soul." ♥️
"Aye, Martha… ye speak the truth o’ me own heart! What we’ve got, love, it ain’t bound by sky nor sea. It’s somethin’ the gods themselves would envy."
His lips ghostin’ over hers.
"Ye’re mine, heart and soul." ♥️
November 11, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Jack’s grip tightens, his gaze burnin’ with all the fire of the sea in storm. 🌊
"Aye, Martha… ye speak the truth o’ me own heart! What we’ve got, love, it ain’t bound by sky nor sea. It’s somethin’ the gods themselves would envy."
His lips ghostin’ over hers.
"Ye’re mine, heart and soul." ♥️
"Aye, Martha… ye speak the truth o’ me own heart! What we’ve got, love, it ain’t bound by sky nor sea. It’s somethin’ the gods themselves would envy."
His lips ghostin’ over hers.
"Ye’re mine, heart and soul." ♥️
Hheir hips movin’ with the rhythm of the sea itself.
"Aye, love…" eyes burnin’ with wild fire. "Ye’ve always been mine — since the wind first carried yer name to me ears."
He pounds into her deeper.
"Ye and I, Martha… bound by the sea, by fate. Mine in this life, an’ in all the tides yet to come." 🌊
"Aye, love…" eyes burnin’ with wild fire. "Ye’ve always been mine — since the wind first carried yer name to me ears."
He pounds into her deeper.
"Ye and I, Martha… bound by the sea, by fate. Mine in this life, an’ in all the tides yet to come." 🌊
November 10, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Hheir hips movin’ with the rhythm of the sea itself.
"Aye, love…" eyes burnin’ with wild fire. "Ye’ve always been mine — since the wind first carried yer name to me ears."
He pounds into her deeper.
"Ye and I, Martha… bound by the sea, by fate. Mine in this life, an’ in all the tides yet to come." 🌊
"Aye, love…" eyes burnin’ with wild fire. "Ye’ve always been mine — since the wind first carried yer name to me ears."
He pounds into her deeper.
"Ye and I, Martha… bound by the sea, by fate. Mine in this life, an’ in all the tides yet to come." 🌊
"Ye’re me compass, me curse, an’ me salvation. No ocean deep enough, no storm fierce enough to take ye from me. Wherever I sail, love — ye’ll be there, in me heart, guidin’ me home." 🌊❤️🔥🏴☠️
November 5, 2025 at 11:14 AM
"Ye’re me compass, me curse, an’ me salvation. No ocean deep enough, no storm fierce enough to take ye from me. Wherever I sail, love — ye’ll be there, in me heart, guidin’ me home." 🌊❤️🔥🏴☠️
"Aye, Martha… Always, forever, an’ beyond. The sea may rise, the stars may fade, but I’ll still find ye — in this life or the next."
Jack makes love to her close beneath the endless canopy of stars, the night wind carrying the scent of salt and freedom. The Pearl drifts quietly.
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Jack makes love to her close beneath the endless canopy of stars, the night wind carrying the scent of salt and freedom. The Pearl drifts quietly.
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November 5, 2025 at 11:14 AM
"Aye, Martha… Always, forever, an’ beyond. The sea may rise, the stars may fade, but I’ll still find ye — in this life or the next."
Jack makes love to her close beneath the endless canopy of stars, the night wind carrying the scent of salt and freedom. The Pearl drifts quietly.
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Jack makes love to her close beneath the endless canopy of stars, the night wind carrying the scent of salt and freedom. The Pearl drifts quietly.
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Holdin’ her like the sea holds the moon. The ship sways gently, the candlelight flickerin’ across the walls. The storm inside him quiets, replaced by the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his as they move together.
"Ye’re me calm in the storm, Martha. Me heart, me home, me forever." ❤️🔥
"Ye’re me calm in the storm, Martha. Me heart, me home, me forever." ❤️🔥
October 30, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Holdin’ her like the sea holds the moon. The ship sways gently, the candlelight flickerin’ across the walls. The storm inside him quiets, replaced by the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his as they move together.
"Ye’re me calm in the storm, Martha. Me heart, me home, me forever." ❤️🔥
"Ye’re me calm in the storm, Martha. Me heart, me home, me forever." ❤️🔥
He leans close, his lips barely brushin’ hers, his tone dark, fierce.
"If I lose ye, I lose meself. The sea could take the Pearl, the stars could fall, an’ I’d not care — so long as I’ve got ye. Ye’re me soul, Martha Jones Sparrow — the one treasure I’d die defendin’."
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"If I lose ye, I lose meself. The sea could take the Pearl, the stars could fall, an’ I’d not care — so long as I’ve got ye. Ye’re me soul, Martha Jones Sparrow — the one treasure I’d die defendin’."
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October 30, 2025 at 6:25 PM
He leans close, his lips barely brushin’ hers, his tone dark, fierce.
"If I lose ye, I lose meself. The sea could take the Pearl, the stars could fall, an’ I’d not care — so long as I’ve got ye. Ye’re me soul, Martha Jones Sparrow — the one treasure I’d die defendin’."
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"If I lose ye, I lose meself. The sea could take the Pearl, the stars could fall, an’ I’d not care — so long as I’ve got ye. Ye’re me soul, Martha Jones Sparrow — the one treasure I’d die defendin’."
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Jack’s breath stills, the words hittin’ him like a cannon.
"Aye, Martha… Ye are me life. Before ye, I was naught but a ghost sailin’ on borrowed wind — chasin’ freedom with no heart left to claim it. But you…" he presses her hand to his chest, "you gave this cursed heart a reason to beat again."
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"Aye, Martha… Ye are me life. Before ye, I was naught but a ghost sailin’ on borrowed wind — chasin’ freedom with no heart left to claim it. But you…" he presses her hand to his chest, "you gave this cursed heart a reason to beat again."
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October 30, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Jack’s breath stills, the words hittin’ him like a cannon.
"Aye, Martha… Ye are me life. Before ye, I was naught but a ghost sailin’ on borrowed wind — chasin’ freedom with no heart left to claim it. But you…" he presses her hand to his chest, "you gave this cursed heart a reason to beat again."
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"Aye, Martha… Ye are me life. Before ye, I was naught but a ghost sailin’ on borrowed wind — chasin’ freedom with no heart left to claim it. But you…" he presses her hand to his chest, "you gave this cursed heart a reason to beat again."
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"I’d sooner forget how to breathe than forget ye."
Holdin’ her like he’d fight the world itself to keep her there.
"I never let ye go, Martha.
Not while this heart still beats,
not while the Pearl sails,
not while there be stars in the sky.
Ye’re bound to me same as I’m bound to you —by sea & soul."
Holdin’ her like he’d fight the world itself to keep her there.
"I never let ye go, Martha.
Not while this heart still beats,
not while the Pearl sails,
not while there be stars in the sky.
Ye’re bound to me same as I’m bound to you —by sea & soul."
October 30, 2025 at 5:18 PM
"I’d sooner forget how to breathe than forget ye."
Holdin’ her like he’d fight the world itself to keep her there.
"I never let ye go, Martha.
Not while this heart still beats,
not while the Pearl sails,
not while there be stars in the sky.
Ye’re bound to me same as I’m bound to you —by sea & soul."
Holdin’ her like he’d fight the world itself to keep her there.
"I never let ye go, Martha.
Not while this heart still beats,
not while the Pearl sails,
not while there be stars in the sky.
Ye’re bound to me same as I’m bound to you —by sea & soul."
"Aye, Martha… an’ I love ye beyond all reckonin’. Ye’re the star that guides me through every cursed night. Without ye, I’d be nothin’ but driftwood on the tide."
HBreath minglin’ with hers.
"Ye’ve got me, love.An’ I’ll spend every breath I’ve got provin’ it — to the sea, to the stars, an’ to you."
HBreath minglin’ with hers.
"Ye’ve got me, love.An’ I’ll spend every breath I’ve got provin’ it — to the sea, to the stars, an’ to you."
October 27, 2025 at 3:27 PM
"Aye, Martha… an’ I love ye beyond all reckonin’. Ye’re the star that guides me through every cursed night. Without ye, I’d be nothin’ but driftwood on the tide."
HBreath minglin’ with hers.
"Ye’ve got me, love.An’ I’ll spend every breath I’ve got provin’ it — to the sea, to the stars, an’ to you."
HBreath minglin’ with hers.
"Ye’ve got me, love.An’ I’ll spend every breath I’ve got provin’ it — to the sea, to the stars, an’ to you."
"Aye… soul mates, ye say. Two lost souls, driftin’ through storms and curses, only to find each other when the sea herself grew tired o’ keepin’ us apart. Me heart’s been claimed before—by the Pearl, by freedom.
Now it beats for ye, lass, and by the stars above and the depths below, it always will."
Now it beats for ye, lass, and by the stars above and the depths below, it always will."
October 24, 2025 at 6:59 AM
"Aye… soul mates, ye say. Two lost souls, driftin’ through storms and curses, only to find each other when the sea herself grew tired o’ keepin’ us apart. Me heart’s been claimed before—by the Pearl, by freedom.
Now it beats for ye, lass, and by the stars above and the depths below, it always will."
Now it beats for ye, lass, and by the stars above and the depths below, it always will."
"So maybe I ain’t the siren after all, love. Maybe ye are — and I’m the poor fool who’ll follow yer song ‘til the sea swallows me whole." 🌊
October 20, 2025 at 1:32 PM
"So maybe I ain’t the siren after all, love. Maybe ye are — and I’m the poor fool who’ll follow yer song ‘til the sea swallows me whole." 🌊
"Aye… a siren, am I? If that be true, then ye’re the one who’s cursed me first. Ye’ve got me heart tangled in yer spell tighter than any rope aboard the Pearl. Every time ye breathe me name, I’m lost — driftin’, sinkin’, wantin’ naught but ye."
He tilts her chin up.
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He tilts her chin up.
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October 20, 2025 at 1:32 PM
"Aye… a siren, am I? If that be true, then ye’re the one who’s cursed me first. Ye’ve got me heart tangled in yer spell tighter than any rope aboard the Pearl. Every time ye breathe me name, I’m lost — driftin’, sinkin’, wantin’ naught but ye."
He tilts her chin up.
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He tilts her chin up.
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His breath warm against her ear.
"Martha… should the Hollander ever rise from the black, I reckon it’s your eyes I’d be seekin’ in the dark. Not ‘cause I fear him, mind ye —" his grin returns, crooked, "— just ‘cause even a pirate likes to have somethin’ worth facin’ the devil for." 🏴☠️
"Martha… should the Hollander ever rise from the black, I reckon it’s your eyes I’d be seekin’ in the dark. Not ‘cause I fear him, mind ye —" his grin returns, crooked, "— just ‘cause even a pirate likes to have somethin’ worth facin’ the devil for." 🏴☠️
October 17, 2025 at 3:20 PM
His breath warm against her ear.
"Martha… should the Hollander ever rise from the black, I reckon it’s your eyes I’d be seekin’ in the dark. Not ‘cause I fear him, mind ye —" his grin returns, crooked, "— just ‘cause even a pirate likes to have somethin’ worth facin’ the devil for." 🏴☠️
"Martha… should the Hollander ever rise from the black, I reckon it’s your eyes I’d be seekin’ in the dark. Not ‘cause I fear him, mind ye —" his grin returns, crooked, "— just ‘cause even a pirate likes to have somethin’ worth facin’ the devil for." 🏴☠️
"Aye, love, the seas may whisper Davy Jones’s name like it’s meant to scare me, but I’ll not be losin’ sleep over that barnacled blighter.
If the old sea devil dares come crawlin’ from the depths, I’ll send him straight back to his locker with a smile and a bottle o’ rum for company."
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If the old sea devil dares come crawlin’ from the depths, I’ll send him straight back to his locker with a smile and a bottle o’ rum for company."
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October 17, 2025 at 3:19 PM
"Aye, love, the seas may whisper Davy Jones’s name like it’s meant to scare me, but I’ll not be losin’ sleep over that barnacled blighter.
If the old sea devil dares come crawlin’ from the depths, I’ll send him straight back to his locker with a smile and a bottle o’ rum for company."
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If the old sea devil dares come crawlin’ from the depths, I’ll send him straight back to his locker with a smile and a bottle o’ rum for company."
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"Aye, Martha… I’d sail through the fires o’ hell itself to keep ye in me arms. There ain’t a curse, nor storm that could tear me from ye. Ye’re me compass —me anchor.
When I hold ye like this, lass, I reckon the sea herself grows jealous. An’ by the tide, I’ll love ye ‘til the end of all oceans." 🌊
When I hold ye like this, lass, I reckon the sea herself grows jealous. An’ by the tide, I’ll love ye ‘til the end of all oceans." 🌊
October 16, 2025 at 3:35 PM
"Aye, Martha… I’d sail through the fires o’ hell itself to keep ye in me arms. There ain’t a curse, nor storm that could tear me from ye. Ye’re me compass —me anchor.
When I hold ye like this, lass, I reckon the sea herself grows jealous. An’ by the tide, I’ll love ye ‘til the end of all oceans." 🌊
When I hold ye like this, lass, I reckon the sea herself grows jealous. An’ by the tide, I’ll love ye ‘til the end of all oceans." 🌊
Jack’s dark eyes glintin’ like fire on the tide. ❤️🔥
"Aye, Martha… ye be the treasure I never knew I was seekin’. Love like ours ain’t made o’ gold or glory — carved in storm and salt, sealed with every heartbeat. 🌊
Ye’re mine, lass… an’ I’ll be holdin’ ye till the sea herself forgets how to sing." 🧜
"Aye, Martha… ye be the treasure I never knew I was seekin’. Love like ours ain’t made o’ gold or glory — carved in storm and salt, sealed with every heartbeat. 🌊
Ye’re mine, lass… an’ I’ll be holdin’ ye till the sea herself forgets how to sing." 🧜
October 15, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Jack’s dark eyes glintin’ like fire on the tide. ❤️🔥
"Aye, Martha… ye be the treasure I never knew I was seekin’. Love like ours ain’t made o’ gold or glory — carved in storm and salt, sealed with every heartbeat. 🌊
Ye’re mine, lass… an’ I’ll be holdin’ ye till the sea herself forgets how to sing." 🧜
"Aye, Martha… ye be the treasure I never knew I was seekin’. Love like ours ain’t made o’ gold or glory — carved in storm and salt, sealed with every heartbeat. 🌊
Ye’re mine, lass… an’ I’ll be holdin’ ye till the sea herself forgets how to sing." 🧜
Jack’s breath catches as she pulls him in, their lips crashin’ like waves in a storm. 💨
"Aye, Martha… ye set me blood burnin’, love. ❤️🔥 One look, one touch, an’ I’m lost at sea, adrift in ye. The world could sink to the depths, and I’d not care — long as I’ve got ye right here in me arms." 🌊
"Aye, Martha… ye set me blood burnin’, love. ❤️🔥 One look, one touch, an’ I’m lost at sea, adrift in ye. The world could sink to the depths, and I’d not care — long as I’ve got ye right here in me arms." 🌊
October 14, 2025 at 3:02 PM
Jack’s breath catches as she pulls him in, their lips crashin’ like waves in a storm. 💨
"Aye, Martha… ye set me blood burnin’, love. ❤️🔥 One look, one touch, an’ I’m lost at sea, adrift in ye. The world could sink to the depths, and I’d not care — long as I’ve got ye right here in me arms." 🌊
"Aye, Martha… ye set me blood burnin’, love. ❤️🔥 One look, one touch, an’ I’m lost at sea, adrift in ye. The world could sink to the depths, and I’d not care — long as I’ve got ye right here in me arms." 🌊
The sea herself could turn to dust, an’ I’d still find me way back to ye. Ye’re mine, love — as I be yers, now and forever, bound by the tide and the fire that be us." 🌊
October 13, 2025 at 3:45 PM
The sea herself could turn to dust, an’ I’d still find me way back to ye. Ye’re mine, love — as I be yers, now and forever, bound by the tide and the fire that be us." 🌊