#counterfeit au

[writercole]

Counterfeit Christmas

My second book is officially on sale! Find it on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Amazon Kindle Amazon Paperback B&N Nook B&N Print

#cole writes #new book #counterfeit christmas #romance #fake dating #neighbor au #original fiction #published #self published

[maydays-medbay]

Just a lil sketch assortment for fun :>

#transformers ocs #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #karma #paradigm #Halcyon #Cloudbreak #Counterfeit Paradigm au #I was testing out some styles and brushes with this one #I also needed the refresher on some of these designs so it's a win-win #PARADIGM GOT SPIKIER #AND JUST *SHARPER* #digital art #my art

[sotogalmo]

6:32 am

Thinking of making a glitchtrap design/re naming him since I renamed Springtrap to GREENHARE.

Hmm ... Smth smth I want a name that is like. A play on words for "trap" and something else. Or maybe he could just be called "Counterfeit" tbh

Smth smth. I don't know

#time diary(?) #audrey/kellie's time diary #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fmaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf glitchtrap #fnaf au #Counterfeit is just. fitting tbh #maybe???? i actually dunno now #glitchtrap is just. some virus/computer bug & NOT a good one #oigh #jfhshdghd #(also dunno why im renaming sone chacracters. uh. its fun ig) #glitchtrap to me is like. sue miley from yttd

[curryshesus]

bts fics that give me life in a drought

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 2

didn't expect to make a part 2 so soon but seeing how much recognition the first one got, here we are! some of these contain a hearty amount of angst, and oh they're just simply divine :( once again, please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did!

➺ knife’s edge - by @readyplayerhobi

| jungkook x reader, jimin x reader | 141.8k

mafia au, fluff, angst, smut, violence, series

>> summary: "the jeon clan is family, built on blood and loyalty. it’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the clan, jeon jungkook. you would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?"

this fic absolutely BROKE ME. i was so conflicted all throughout and deadass went through all the 50 stages of grief. the angst was unparalleled. the fluff had me giggling like a madman cuz jk is an absolute sweetheart :( jimin is too :(( y/n is dumb and so is her situation :((( i cherish this fic sm

➺ novocaine - by @kinktae

| jimin x reader |

1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "going home was hard – painful even. but falling back in love with jimin, the boy you left behind? downright gut-wrenching."

➺ ghostin him- by @adonis-koo

| namjoon x reader (taehyung x reader) | 26k

angst, angst, as well as angst. comfort too dw, one-shot

>> summary: "life is nothing more than dull colors for you, your world shattered and laying in the shards of what once was rather than focusing on what is. that is until you meet kim namjoon, who is immediately taken by you without realizing you’re a girl with a whole lot of baggage, through tears and many sleepless nights you’re faced with a choice of hanging on with bleeding hands, or accepting what is, and letting go."

ohmygod the writing hello? the amount of soul, depth, and sheer utter beauty in missy's words are beyond me. had me sobbing every other line and my heart aching all throughout and boy was it worth it.

➺ take five - by @jiminrings

| yoongi x reader | 10k

angst, fluff, unrequited love, pinning

summary: "dr. min yoongi's a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand - oh and also, he's divorced."

➺ page turner - by @gukslut

| taehyung x reader | 13.6k

teacher!tae/ librarian!reader, fluff, smut, minor angst

summary: "corny romance and a zillion cheesy Romeo and Juliet quotes and references."

my tainted hopeless romantic heart ugh. they're so cute.

➺ bloom- by @hobidreams

| namjoon x reader | 20.7k

assassin!reader x florist!namjoon, smut, angst, action, sprinkles of fluff

>> summary: "family is who you kill for. who you die for. in this society, you and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders absolute. but when such orders command you to abandon what little honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in lonely uncertainty about the only vocation you’ve ever known. that is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poet’s heart, and a love for coaxing the world into bloom."

➺ counterfeit culture - by @ggukcangetit

| seokjin x reader | 29k

modern day au loosely based on jane austen’s pride & prejudice, e2l, fluff, smut, comedy

>>summary: “for as long as you can remember, you’ve always known right from wrong, good from bad, and woke from entitled/ignorant. but when you continue to cross paths with Kim Seokjin - the apparent antithesis of everything you believe in - certain walls begin to crumble. and over time, you come to realise that the world isn’t black and white, first impressions can be misleading, and that you are just as guilty as each person you’ve judged so harshly. realisation brings acceptance, and maybe, just maybe, acceptance can bring something more.”

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

| jungkook x reader | 22k

friends to lovers!au, college!au, fluff, comedy, angst

>> summary: "in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him."

➺ to hold a dragon's heart - by @softlyjiminie

| taehyung x reader | 19.1k

dragon prince!kim taehyung x warrior princess!reader, smut, angst, fluff, forbidden romance, dragon shifter!au, royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au

>> summary: "two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge, never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?"

#bts fic rec #fic recs #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts x oc #bts angst #bts smut #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #taehyung angst #taehyung smut #jimin angst #jimin smut #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #bts fan fiction #fic rec list #namjoon angst #namjoon smut #hoseok angst #hoseok smut #seokjin angst #seokjin smut #bts masterlist #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #seokjin x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader

[ciy0]

☆*:.｡.ONLY YOU.｡.:*☆

Summary - The one where Mingyu is inlove with his sweet friend y/n and copes by using other women to fill the you shaped hole in his heart.

Word Count - 1.4k

Content Warning - 18+ Sexual Content and Vulgar Language, Fem!Reader, Implied College Au, One Siding Pining[or is it], Twist at the End, Rosé and Wonwoo are in here, Mingyu’s Morals are Questionable, So is the Reader’s, Mingyu was A Hoe, Rough Sex, Jacking off, Obsessive!Mingyu, Argument & Breakup

a/n - i have to give props to @bvbysita because their posts have been keeping me up at night oml i can’t stop thinking about them, it definitely was in mind while i wrote this ahh (￣∇￣) i am a simple woman and i must give credit for the inspiration ☆彡

☆*:.｡.o .｡.:*☆

“You know you’re so obvious?” Wonwoo asked suddenly as he passed by Mingyu in their shared kitchen.

Mingyu arched a brow, “Hello to you too, about what hyung?,” He asked while offering a spoon to him to taste the Alfredo mixture he was currently working on.

“First I thought it was just a coincidence that they had the same eyes,” Wonwoo started after trying the concoction, “needs more salt— then another had the same lips, the next having the same nose...”

“Hyung what are you going on about?,” Mingyu brows furrowing in confusion as he reached for the seasoning cabinet.

“But it really clicked when you introduced me to your current girlfriend Rosé,” Wonwoo finalized, “She has the same exact beauty mark on her face… the same one Y/n has.”

There was a beat of silence, Mingyu pausing slightly before actually opening the cabinet, “We’re just good friends Hyung, Y/n’s not the only one allowed to have certain features you know… it’s just a coincidence-“

“Was it a coincidence when I heard you moan her name last night too?”

“ - And what are you doing, spying on me now?” Mingyu shot back, lisp slightly appearing. He chose to focus his sight back on the pasta instead of giving into his hyungs ruthless prying. His breath coming a bit heavier at being put on the spot.

Wonwoo decided to calm down on his assault seeing the agitation in the younger one’s shoulders, “…Does she know?”

Mingyu couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, “She’s fucking oblivious…”

You that is. The girl of his dreams who never once looked his way. Side stepping all his advances, treating him like you treated everyone else. What was he to do? Maybe it was childish how he subconsciously searched for any glimpse of you in all the girls who approached him. Running through women like a marathon because none of them were the original. The original didn’t want him how he wanted her. So weak as the man he is he let counterfeits fill the place reserved for you.

It was wrong though, he knew his exes and current girlfriend didn’t deserve it. Didn’t deserve to be compared, didn’t deserve to have their faces coldly smushed in his pillows so he could imagine the curvature of their backs to be yours instead. Large hand muffling their moans in slight frustration because he knew you wouldn’t sound like that. Knew you’d sound prettier—lovelier. Jacking off pathetically in his hand after curtly sending them home, free hand scrolling desperately through innocent pics of you he cropped from group photos kept tucked away in his phone. It’s what he did last night after Rosé [begrudgingly] left.

He blatantly saw the hesitancy in her movements as she gathered her things, probably hoping he’d finally ask her stay the night only to be met with a quick “night babe” and a swift kiss to the cheek. He knew he should’ve tried harder — harder to get over you. Harder to invest himself more in his relationships instead of using them for a short moment of companionship but it became so involuntary. And he’d see the heartbreak in their eyes when they’d ultimately meet you. Seeing the adoring side of himself that they desperately wanted for themselves all spent on you. Running back and forth on your beck and call, dropping everything to come to your aid like a loyal puppy. Usually shortly after that display his exes would give him an ultimatum and seeing as they’re no longer together his answer came too easy.

“You know Rosé is in love with you,” Wonwoo reminded as he made his way to their living room with a sigh. “It’s better to cut it off now before things get messy.”

Mingyu chose not to reply because he fucking knew that already. Out of all his exes she was the closest he got to moving on. He knew how much she loved him, it was clear with how she looked at him and she was great, got along with his friends well, kind to his family, easy on the eyes… but you—you were amazing, his friends adored you, his family treated you like their own, you were the most beautiful woman he’d even seen and— Fuck just like that he compared you guys again.

He finished up the pasta, lost in his thoughts before serving Wonwoo his plate and joining him in the living room. They fell into a relaxed conversation on something different than the charged one from before. Mid-sentence he felt his phone ding in his sweatpants pocket. It was from you. You never texted him first like this and he couldn’t stop the flip his heart did. He excused himself to head to his bed room, clicking facetime as he climbed into his bed.

“Ya,” Was the first thing he heard once you accepted, “Don’t you know how to text sir?” You pouted playfully, “You always facetime me so abruptly, what if i looked a mess?! Just text like a normal person. ”

He couldn’t help but longingly smile at your nagging. No, he wanted any excuse to see your pretty face. You? Look like a mess? Never. Not possible. “It’s easier to just talk plus i missed you cutie” He flashed his canines as he threw an arm behind his head.

You rolled your eyes, “ You saw me at Cheol’s frat party literally the other day but anyways I have a question,” now back on topic your countenance dimmed a bit, “I-Is everything okay with you and Rosé?”

He instantly sat up at the sudden change in mood and inquiry. “Hey hey look at me, what’s wrong?” His thumb brushed against the screen, “We’re fine, why did you hear anything? Y/n look at me”

You bit your lip unsurely, “She messaged me… she told me to stay away? She blamed me for the issues in your relationship?” Your slightly damp lash line at the supposed claim caused his chest to squeeze painfully. “I-I thought you both were doing well, i’m so confused Gyu—“

Mingyu’s eye involuntarily twitched at this nugget of information. But in the moment he chose consoling you over confronting Rosé. He cooed softly at you, calming your worries, “Shhh don’t worry about that, I’ll talk to her but i need you to smile for me first baby— need to know you’re okay. Don’t cry.”

You gave him a wobbly smile, nodding your head as he showered you with praises to ease your mind. You blamed yourself for how angry she was, you didn’t know what you possibly did for her to spew such nasty things at you but Mingyu’s comforting purrs helped cheer you up.

Once he was sure enough that you calmed down enough he ended the call with a “go relax baby, i’ll come by in a bit” and a tender eye smile before immediately dialing Rosé number, expression darkening.

She picked up on the first ring, “Hi baby! What’s-“

“What the hell is your problem?!” he chided abruptly. “How could you talk to Y/n like that?! She’s been nothing but kind to you.”

“Wh-What? Mingyu, what are you talking about, I never-“

“Don’t fucking lie to—,” he shut his eyes trying to simmer himself down, “Listen let’s just end it here, okay? You were a nice girl but we both know we weren’t progressing any further than this. Don’t come around anymore, bye.”

Rosé was speechless. She checked her messages and there was nothing recently sent to Y/n— what was going on? She tried to cut in to clear her name but she was met with the sound of an ended call. When she tried texting you her messages wouldn’t send. Did you—

She grabbed her things to rush over to your dorm to verify if what she dared to think be true. She missed the familiar parked car she’d been in too many times to count in her frazzled state once she reached your building. Catching her breath she reached to bang on your door just to freeze at the deep voice she jus heard on the phone a bit earlier from the other side.

“Fuuckkk Y/n, you feel amazing. I-I’m so glad you feel the same way. Do you know how long i waited for this huh? I love— fuck you’re such a dream— i love you so fucking much baby. Gonna love on you all night, yeah? None of them could come close, not even a little— don’t haaah don’t hide your moans from me pretty girl. Need to hear them, god-”

Wet smacks and smooches, desperate moans, violent squeaks coming from your cheap college mattress and between them all breathy declarations of love surrounded Rosé’s eardrums as she fell to the ground gasping into her palm in utter defeat.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu x y/n #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #mingyu scenarios #mingyu smut #mingyu imagines #svt smut #seventeen smut #mingyu hard hours #svt x reader #seventeen x reader

[ayasuki]

6th Bakugou x Reader FANFIC RECS

some are short but they're good hehe (most of these are suggestive :P)

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

" Dream Eater " by justatypicaltrash

dream eater!bakugou x reader

warning: slight angst

bakugo is an eternal living dream eater.

" I Like You, Okay?! " by kikyo-bnha-imagines

bakugou x fem!reader

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

" Workshopped Romance " by itsmm4hiii

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

summary: working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- y/n didn't  really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer. 

" Blood Moonlit, Must be Counterfeit " by irisintheafterglow

pro-hero!bakugou x reader

warning: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes.

WARNING | beneath the cut are slightly suggestive to full on smut fics

" no title " by moominsuki

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around

summary: katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

" as the years go by " by quitesins

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: suggestive, slight nsfw, friends to lovers, unrequited love ig? virgin!reader, drabble

summary: being friends with bakugou since UA, watching each other change as the years go by, but still having room to learn more, so much more.

" no title " by izvmimi

warning: palace drama au, multiple wives, fem!reader, brief explicit sex.

" One More Time " by yanderenightmare

warning: derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending

" no title " by dreamland03

bakugou x reader

warning: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image

" Come Sit " by saturnorbits

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: cock-warming

summary: after a long day, all you need is bakugo.

" Feral " by smiley-babe

wolfhybrid!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

summary: taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

" Personal Trainer!BKG " by bakubunny

personal trainer!bakugou x plus size!fem!reader

warning: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex.

" On To Better Things " by savnofilter

prohero!dilf!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: angst, strangers to lovers

sfw | toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw | fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

" Swipe Right " by ryukatters

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp

summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

" no title " by katbakubae

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: language, dom!bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

summary: sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo fanfic recs #katsuki fanfic recs #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #bakugou x you #bakugo x you #bakugou katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x yn #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugou katsuki fluff #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki fluff #katsuki bakugo smut

[divinehedons]

godless promethean, elektran rage.

navigation: masterlist

pairing: pirate!joel miller x siren!reader

word count: ~8.4k words (I KNOW I'M SO SORRY)

summary: when the wrath of poseidon brings in something not quite human, a hardened pirate with the harshness of a soldier at war faces a bright-eyed siren with the delusion of a dreamer.

warnings: this is a DARK, EXPLICIT fic. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT or i will BLOCK you. so much plot, pirate!au, siren!au, joel is a violent motherfucker, reader is a metamorphic creature that turns human-like when not submerged in water, graphic depiction of violence and injury, mentions of abduction and implications of abuse, explicit p-in-v sex, oral (f!receiving), squirting, creampie, soooo much murder. it's like a greek tragedy without the incest.

note: THANK YOU FOR 600 FOLLOWERS!!! much of this work was inspired by me rereading the odyssey by homer, but the trope of joel x siren!reader is not of my own making! thank you so much for reading, and as always, comments and reblogs are much apprciated!

Be strong, saith my heart. A wave crests over the hull of the ship. Then another. And another. I have seen worse things than this. Synchronized hands haul the rope for the sails, a last attempt to regain control of their vessel. The Balkan sea stretches before weary sailors, endless and unforgiving, with one foot in their watery grave and the other clawing to live.

In the midst of this carnage is The Flounder, harbinger of chaos, populated by a crew of men who pillage, murder, and destroy anything that gets in their way. Joel once thought of him and his men as indestructible. The Wrath of Poseidon makes him reconsider otherwise.

“Goddamnit, Bonnie, we’re never gettin’ out of this mess!” Joel yells over the deluge of rain, tightening his grip and growling as the rope digs in to the skin of his palms. He sees another wave crest over them, sturdy as a wall, coming down upon their shivering backs, leaving them spluttering out seawater. He coughs momentarily, heaving in air as he digs his feet into the deck.

When he regains his breath, he hears his name being called. He looks, their Captain bellowing from where he steered. His new orders came through in the middle of the crack of thunder and the whistle of an unending storm. Check beneath the deck for damages. Fix anything that could sink them. He calls for someone to replace his hold and he runs for it. 

In his head, he had begun to pen a letter back to his waiting daughter under the care of his brother. Dear Sarah, he thinks, climbing down the ladder and finding himself in knee-deep, ice-cold water. I promised you that this will be my last expedition. That after this, we shall live out however you want us to. I only hope that I can live up to that promise. He cusses under his breath when he finds a growing leak in the hull, crossing himself as he immediately went about to fix it temporarily with what materials he could find. You’re safer with your uncle Tommy than here in this misery. And should anything happen to me, know that I love you and I trust you to be good to him, too. He crosses the threshold to see if there was anything else, moving across floating bottles, bobbing up and down with remnants of booze. With a sigh, isolated from the chaos above deck, he leans against a column, grabbing a drifting bottle and swallowing down the booze to settle his nerves.

I grow old, I grow old. He mouths the words under his breath. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

The muffled sounds of the world melts away as he tries to catch his breath, gritting his teeth from the ache in his hips. Getting too old for this. He tries to think of a way that rest can be comfortable in this mess. Sleep, he thinks, delicious and profound. The very counterfeit of death.  It is only when his nerves settle that he hears it.

A splash in the common room. Too loud to be some drifting object. Something that continues to move against the motion of the ship between the waves. He stills himself, the empty bottle slipping between his fingers. Slowly, he moves closer to the source of the sound, like a predator stalking his prey in the darkness. He retrieves a drifting harpoon, peeking through the threshold of the room to inspect. In the semi-darkness, interrupted by the flickering of lanterns and dying candelight, he catches the shimmer of something alive. He raises his weapon, looks through his good eye, his brows crinkling at the effort to focus.

Too old and too goddamn blind for this shit.

He blinks a few times more before he finally sees. And what he sees is you.

Your lithe arms reaching against the walls of the ship, trying to find a weak link that could let you escape. Were you brought in by the waves? Were you the very thing responsible for the leak he just had to fix? Initially, Joel made the movement to speak, to ask how you had ended up here—the sea is no place for a maiden like you. But his breath hitches when he looks closer to see… well, you. The incandescent flickering of a scaled tail, blending with inhuman yet somewhat human skin around your hips, and your upper body, glorious, unmarked, and completely fucking naked.

Perhaps it was the months at sea, conversing with no one but the same crew of men who, despite their intelligentsia and capabilities, do not exactly have the looks capable of producing in him the flustering exhilaration of some teenager. But he, of all people, know of the stories, too. The whispers shared in the saloons in the darkness. The shared thrill and excitement of such beauty and danger lurking beneath the temptresses’ skins. He has heard of claws coming for his companions’ throats, have heard of the trickery they can cause with the power of the ocean entirely at their disposal. He thinks of Odysseus again— tethered to the mast of his ship, The only one of his men to hear the voice of the sirens and have survived. Odysseus, who would have laid his life down  just to come close to the very presence of something so divine. 

Another thing he knows is that the price of one siren is half the bounty they had planned for. Months of work cut out for himself. Months closer to seeing his daughter again. It’s enough to give him the taste of freedom. His own little piece of heaven that, ironically, is someone else’s hell. The funny thing was, he does not feel guilt about it.

Perhaps he was not Odysseus. He was not as noble. Nor did he ever want to be. A noble character would never provide a good life for his Sarah, waiting for him oceans away.

That was the decision that sealed the creature’s fate before him. Without a second thought, he fires his harpoon, the sharp head piercing through the creature’s shoulder as an angelic wail emanates from her precious throat. With her pinned down, he had begun yelling, calling for the presence of men to see what they’ve caught in their vessel. Their ticket to riches. The honeypot herself.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

He swallows down the guilt as the thunder of heavy steps descend upon their victim, her screams only growing louder and louder amidst the exhilarated, disbelieving laughter of his companions. He does not dare to look. Does not dare to see those doe eyes of yours begging for respite, pulling him into your charms.

An eye of an eye. A good life for Sarah in exchange for hers.

Fair enough.

—-

When The Flounder has escaped the barrages of the storm, the sea is quiet. Some would even say peaceful. Joel wouldn't exactly use that word. Not when he hears your wails breaking the silence. That first night, no one understood what needed to be done. No one even bothered to try and treat your wound. The very wound he had caused. Everyone had something more important to do. Clear the seawater beneath the hull, secure the sails, have a quick meal, get a few winks of sleep. Naturally, the mythical being, as all other inconsequential things, were tucked away, you dealt with the usual brusque nature of men.

So when he had been called to watch you before dawn broke, that's what he set his mind to. Stepping down beneath the deck, with spare scraps of cloth and booze in hand. They've cleared out the flooding. But the wood hadn't dried completely. Mick, who he had passed beforehand, gave him a questioning look. "Aren't ya scared she'd rip your throat out?"

He scoffs, tilting his head to the side as he speaks. "I'm more scared of the stench she'll make if she starts dyin' on us, Micky."

What he did not expect when he opens the closet you've been locked in is the metamorphic cross between a tail and legs you kick out at him. What he hears next is the snarl, your body knocking him over, small, webbed hands slipping around his throat. “You asshole!” That same heavenly voice, filled with so much malice that does not fit with the angelic features towering over him. You speak in a language he does not understand, a torrent of words driven by so much emotion that he sees a glance of what Homer was so distasteful about. You could kill him, devour him bones and all and you wouldn’t even flinch.

However, he sees how your rage blinds you, too. Blinds you to his precise movements, making you think you’ve subdued him, only to suddenly flip your positions, pinning you down by your wrists, trying to look into your eyes.

What you see, staring up at him as your last yells escape you, is the strands of silver in his hair. What follows next is his tired eyes. A sea of stories that you feel as if you can almost hear them if the world is quiet enough. However, you cannot deny the warmth to them. The fire that you failed to see in the other men that shoved you in the closet you have been suffocating in. It’s what makes you stop in your struggle as you finally hear his voice.

“Damnit, let me help you, honey, c’mon…”

It’s then that Joel finally comprehends what he sees. You, a mythical being that shifts from merfolk in one instance, to a walking goddess in the next. Perhaps it was what helped your kind survive; camouflaging yourself and disappearing amidst throes of people. “You turn when ya… when…?”

You swallow, breathless and trembling as you grit your teeth. He sees the panic in your eyes, the idea that he can just betray you if he wanted to. If it would benefit him.

“Let me help you, darlin’.”

“W-when I’m…” You breathe in sharply. “When I’m not in water.”

He nods, slowly, watching the lithe legs and your bare body, spotless and perfect in every way. “I see.” He removes himself from you, moving away from your periphery. You gather your breath, turning over to see him, kneeling over an upturned washtub, somewhat filled with some form of water or another. “Those men up there? They can’t see you like this, otherwise…” he trails off, preferring not to picture what they’d do. What they’ve all once done before at sea. “Ya hear me?” He looks back at you, watching the way your hands gripped your bleeding shoulder wound, evidence of what he had already done to you. “You don’t know what else they can do to a pretty girl like ya.”

So, gently, he kneels beside you with a pained groan from the ache in his knees. You flinch under his touch and he gives you a stern look. “Why did you do this?”

He shakes his head, opening the bottle he brought down with him to pour it over the gaping flesh. Your soft fingers grip on to his arm, the softest whine escaping your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut. “You’re not the only one fightin’ to survive in this world, honey.” He shushes you gently, moving to wrap what pieces of cloth he could find, using them to bandage your wound as you finally soften in his hold. He helps you into the tub, and he tries not to look into your eyes again.

You spoke again when he turned away, giving you the privacy he assumed you needed. “Just because you need to survive doesn’t mean I need it any less.” He stops in his tracks, looking down for a moment before clearing his throat. “Are men always this wretched? That one must tear down the innocent to survive?” He moves to answer, turning back momentarily, before sighing, turning back to continue cleaning up the mess. “Thank you, though. For… this.”

You know exactly how to describe it. You just don’t want him to hear it. The gentleness that comes, not in the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

Joel hears the noise in his head, clouding his thoughts and drowning them out as he moves from one place to another.as he tries not to think about you, quiet in a tub of water, pretending to ignore him. Men are so quick to blame the gods…

He hands you a plate of scraps. The trimmings from a loaf of bread. A slice of some meat, and the last pieces of cheese he could find. “Eat,” he orders gruffly, moving to sit by the side of your tub, while he seats himself with a slice of bread. “Can’t have ya dyin’ of starvation either.”

You obey, weakened by the struggles of the evening, disheartened by your imprisonment, so close to freedom and at the same time so far away from it. You eat slowly, as if considering each little fragment you were handed, as if the world is unfamiliar in the presence of someone else.

Joel couldn’t help it. Perhaps it was your charm. Whatever it was, he started to tell you things.

He tells you of his life, so far away from the ocean, landlocked. He tells you how they make a living with animals. But he also tells you about Sarah. Sarah who dreamt of the world. Sarah who he was doing all this for. Sarah who asked him as a child to read to her every night. Sarah who was growing more and more with each passing day, the gap between the two of them becoming wider than he could ever comprehend.

“My survival may not mean much,” he says, “but hers is the most vital thing in my life, doll.”

He feels your gaze on him, becoming easier and easier to see as the sun slowly grows higher in the sky. In thirty minutes, his watch will end, and you do not know how the next man will treat you next. Will he be kind? Will he have Joel’s eyes?

He turns to leave, taking the plates with him as he stands up with a pained groan. “Don’t cause too much trouble, girl.” He only stops when you say his name, his gaze catching the blurry image of you, your tail sinking beneath you in the tub. “Yeah?”

“Will you read to me when you return?” you whispered, afraid to show fragility in your own internment.

He nods after a moment of thought, clambering up on deck to report back to the Captain.

Men are so quick to blame the gods.

—

For a while, a week or so, you believed things could be nice with Joel somewhat in your corner. Everyone else seemed to care less or cower in fear of you. Maybe because you do try to scare them away. At least, if you were going to be betrayed, it was Joel doing the betraying.

He returned at the same time just as he did the night before. And slowly, a routine emerges. He cleans your wounds, he feeds you whatever he finds. Then he reads to you. His eyes are too weak to read without you holding the lantern. So you learned that second night to emerge from your tub and to hold the lantern for him. He reads to you with the skilled words of a bard. He reads to you as if he’d read this tale before. Perhaps to Sarah? Perhaps to someone else?

You feel your stomach curdle at the thought of there being someone else in his life. You swallow down the bile and listen more closely.

When he leaves at dawn, you lie in the tub, dreaming of the words he had read to you, turning your back to the man that comes next. They do not bother you. You do not bother them. You become a ghost until he brings you to life.

Sing to me, Muse, of the Man of many wiles.

By the third night, he brings with him a blanket for you to wrap yourself in as you sit closer beside him, trying to follow the words he read, only to surrender because the letters are too rigid, too unnatural. You began shutting your eyes as he reads to you, learning of Odysseus, a once too familiar name you have heard in others of your kind before…

Sing to me, Muse, of these matters. Daughter of Zeus,My starting point is any point you choose.

You begin to talk to him too by the fourth night, observing your transformed toes as he hammered little areas he figured needed repairs. You tell him of the world beneath the waves, the languid distances you’ve traveled, never truly feeling as if you have found a home. You tell him, too, of wonders big and small.

You spoke of all these things, pretending to be unaware of the way he listens with such interest. It’s like you wanted him to be interested. How could you not, when night by night his eyes become warmer and warmer whenever they fell upon you? How could you not when he’s the only one that cared?

You try to read his thoughts, sometimes, when it’s quiet and he prefers to sit by himself, finding a few winks of sleep while you ate your food. He’s rather good at hiding them. You wonder if it makes his life easier. You wonder if any of it is easy for him.

Then he asks you something on his fifth watch.

“Is the whole singin’ thing somethin’ you actually do?”

You turn your head over your shoulder, setting down the snowglobe you’ve taken an interest in the last couple of hours. You saw it on a shelf this afternoon. And you had been impatient for Joel to arrive ever since. You consider the question, Then you smile and nod meekly.

“Do…” you pause, moving to face him instead. “Do you want to hear?”

He smirks, moving the chair closer to your seated frame, seating with the backing pressed to his front, legs straddling the seat, arms atop, covering that sliver of chest you had been sneaking glances from all evening. He had that thin linen shirt on again— the one that swoops down his chest. The one you see in your dreams.

“Only if it won’t kill me, sweet cheeks.”

You like that. Sweet cheeks. You barely understand what it means. You nod slowly, moving to lay on your back as you stare at the ceiling, monotonous and unchanged since you last looked. As you sing, you try not to look him in the eye. As if you cannot bear the sight of him seeing your capabilities and forever changing his perception of you. The hymn is warm, almost homely. A relentless Odyssey that means to take you home. A song that’s said to bring forth memories of home. You know Joel does not understand the language. Nor do you want him to. You won’t admit it, but you’re still terrified of what he could do if you remind him of how much he misses his home.

But what is even more surprising is this: instead of reminiscing about the tropics from which you have loved so deeply, all you can think about is him. All you can picture is his face. All you can see is possibilities of how he’s looking at you now.

When you finish, dawn is already breaking over the horizon. He has to go.

Quietly, you rose and slowly return to the tub with your snowglobe, watching as your body metamorphosizes— your last line of defense for survival. The shine of your scales so familiar, but never this clear under the water. The light is always so diffused— as distant as a foreign planet. Joel, on the other hand, stays there for a few minutes more, looking at the spot where you just were—at the plank of wood bearing the wet shape of your body. You started to think maybe he won’t leave when he swallows, rising from where he sat, and approaching you to hand the cheese he couldn’t eat from his portion of the meal.

“I quite enjoyed that,” he confesses, tucking the food into your palm. Just then, he encloses your hand in both of his, taking a moment to savor the feeling of your cool, changed skin against his. He wonders momentarily if you’ll feel different without your tail. “Thank you.”

He leans down, bringing your hand up to his waiting mouth, his lips pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. A shiver runs down your spine as you comprehend the sensation. His lips. How warm he is… the scruff of his beard against smooth skin. You feel him smirk against your hand, pulling away as he makes his way above deck.

And on your hand is the reddened skin that evidenced the smidgen of affection you were giving. And for now, it’s enough.

You turn your back to the world once more and into your own dream world, staring at your hand as you dream of Joel all morning long.

—

You suppose everything that goes around does eventually come around. You wonder why you're so optimistic. But, you supposed, just as things were getting better, the fates had other plans in store for you.

The call came just as you were coming of the stupor of sleep. From what you can tell, it was barely midday, and someone was yelling above where you resided. All hands on deck.

The thunderous noise of heavy feet trundle above head. The man watching you grumbled, muttering something along the lines of, "don't you dare think about running, li'l bitch."

You watch him slam the door, and curiosity gets the better of you. You rise slowly from the tub, slinking along the floor, struggling to lift yourself enough to peer out from one of the windows. But when you do, you've come to realize the gravest sin of your naivety.

There is a ship to be plundered. Slowly, the masks worn by the men where you are melt away. You see familiar men with their swords drawn, laughing maniacally, screaming and terrifying the ship they've found to appease their hunger.

You feel your body changing, and you begin to turn away from the window when you catch sight of silver hair and scruff. A visage that you finally see in broad daylight.

Joel is one of the men who almost seem to dance to the song of violence. Perhaps the stories were true. Perhaps the secrets of the shadows are laid bare in the light. Even Joel's secrets cannot escape the midday sun. When you see him, he is in battle with some toughened fisherman, their duel witnessed by cowering passengers and well-dressed women. For a moment, you think Joel will come to his senses, see how senseless all this violence is.

But then he takes the man by his hair, holding his head and facing him to the sun. His sword arches across the expanse of his victim's neck, rivulets of blood bursting forth in gush, an unstoppable stream. A squeal escapes you, the violent image burnt into the recesses of your brain, forcing you away from the window.

You run on shaky legs, screaming and yelling, reaching the doorway and attempting to push the door open, only to find resistance. Your fists pound the hard wood, your body pushing and shoving, unable to accept the fact that you can't call to him— show him that you saw and you demand an answer why.

For the first time, ever since Joel shot you with a harpoon, you truly understood something you tried so hard to ignore.

You sleep under the shelter of murderers. You think you felt affection from the hands of a man who just as easily took someone's life away. You are only loved because you're something else. Something not human.

You are only loved because you'll ensure their survival.

—

The blade itself incites the deeds of violence.

When the carnage ended, Joel raised his head to see the sky beginning to paint itself in bolder strokes of colors. He stretches his arms, only to feel the sticky plasma of drying blood sticking to his arms, his torso, spotting the expanse of his face. He is the last to leave their conquered ship, and he takes his time. He walks along the scattered piles of bodies, putting whoever hasn't perished out of their misery with the very same blade he wielded in battle. He's alive. He can go home. He watches the revelry on their vessel: men roasting the spoils from the kitchen, barrels upon barrels of ale and mead slowly being chewed through.

The stage is set. All they need is a little shock of entertainment.

But what he worries about is you. You who probably cowered from fear at the sudden influx of noise. You who definitely saw the things they are capable of doing. You with the wound on your shoulder, healing at a snail's pace with your imprisonment. So, he takes the time to find supplies to help you. He finds antiseptic. He finds needle and thread. It will have to do.

When he returns to his ship, He has spread oil across the deck where the bodies lay. With one bloody hand, he strikes a match to burn away the evidence of their carnage. The burning ship drifts further and further into the horizon, drowned out by the sounds of cheering. Joel is handed a mug of better than average mead.

As he watches the lights flicker and consume the rest of the ship, one question remains at the forefront of his thoughts, echoed and repeated by every voice in his head.

Do I dare?

Clarity comes when he's two mugs in, everyone else fucking off to see how much treasure piled up. He looks at the door that leads directly where you are and the question becomes clearer. It is in the iambic beat of his heart. I am, I am, I am.

It's in the excitement at the thought of seeing you tonight and having a good meal to offer. He begins to smirk, taking two plates and finding food he thinks you'll like.

Do I dare disturb the universe?

—

You do not look at him when he enters. You cannot, knowing the things you’ve seen today. Especially when you hear he’s happy, humming as he sinks down the stairs from the deck. The jump on his step was not there before. And instead of finding that itching curiosity to see if he was smiling or if you were responsible for this joy, you feel your stomach sour at one thought.

Perhaps the slaughtering of others brought glee to his bones.

“You must be hungry,” he says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You feel a strange stickiness to his touch. So strange that you finally look, only to be horrified by the sight of his bloodsoaked hand. You yelp helplessly, shrinking away from his touch. You shed tears, luminescent in the semi-darkness, as precious as pearls that only he can see. “Darlin’...” His hand comes to cup your face gently, trying to make you look him in the eye. In this form, your skin is cold, the warmth of his hands turning your skin red.

“Y-you killed them,” you finally manage, the iron smell filling your senses. Seeing you panicked, Joel reaches down into the tub to slowly bring you out of your tub and into his willing arms, slow shushes escaping him. “Are you going to kill me, too?”

So that was what you were so scared of.

You bury your face into his chest, his shirt smelling of him— of sandalwood and musk, tobacco smoke, and underneath it all, a few specks of blood. Meanwhile, he lets you, cradling you in his arms as you continue to shed your tears. He lets you, knowing you wouldn’t listen to him with so much emotion in that pretty little head of yours.

But when you do eventually calm down, he doesn’t miss a moment. He couldn’t.

“I can never harm you, honey.” He breathes in through his nose, finally close enough to smell you. The sea air in your hair, sunshine and honeysuckles from lands he can only dream of. “I can’t even if I tried.”

Slowly, he lays you down where he had dropped his sheet—the sheet you’ve been wrapping yourself around. The sheet that smells like the both of you; that way he could imagine waking up to you the past few times he had gotten sleep. Slowly, he straddles your changed form, naked and so fucking divine it has his head spinning. “Can I take care of ya, darlin’?” He waits for you. Even when everything is pushing him to kiss you— he has to know you want this.

He has to know you’re not miserable.

Seeing this, you take a deep breath. You hold his face. Your skin, smooth and not exactly human, bright against his, earth-marred, bloody, and burnt from days in the sun. And yet, you do not see those flaws. All you see are his warm eyes, so desperate to tell you he wants you, and yet so willing to walk away if you asked. So you grip him by his shirt, pulling him against you in a wanton, desperate kiss.

It is the first kiss you share. The first of the hundreds you’ll share that night. But you will always remember that first.

Because it’s burning against your cool skin. Because the scratch of his scruff is a sensation you have not felt in the long life you have lived. He holds your face, bringing your head closer to him, pressing against the front of his skull, making you whine from want as he deepens the kiss. You’ll always remember it because you know this kiss.

You can already see the ending before the two of you ever began.

His hand slips into your hair, his mouth pulling away from yours, only to drift down  your cheek, your jaw… He chuckles against your skin when you gasp so meekly, melting like butter in his arms.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” he whispers, marking the crook of your neck with his mouth. “Let me show you how ya have me wrapped around your pretty li’l finger.”

Already, you can see him in your memories, tangled up in him. His kisses on your neck, his spit drying against your skin. His fingers reaching and tearing you apart. In the eternity you’ll be facing alone… he’s there. Just there, a willing invitation to a dream.

He’s pushing your legs up, now fully transformed, and he comprehends everything. Without words, it seems, things simply come naturally to him. He cups your cheek with one hand, folding your body in half as your legs drape over his broad shoulders. His thumb brushes your lips, and you part them for him. You let him fuck his thumb into your wet mouth, groaning at the way you suck on him. “Good girl…”

Just then, his other hand reaches down, a warm sensation cupping your cunt as you whine softly against him, looking him in the eye. “Good God, are you always this soakin’?”

You slowly pull back, shivering softly from the sensation of him parting your folds. Only you, Joel. No one else can do this to me. He comprehends, and he groans again, leaning down to kiss you. His cock aches in the confines of his pants. Just like that, everything dulls out and he can only comprehend this: to have you. You, you, and just you.

“Guess I have some makin’ up to do to ya, huh?”

Just then, his head disappears between the valley of your breasts, marking a trail of blood-red hickeys down to your stomach, one hand pinching a nipple harshly enough to make you squeal, to which he shushes you again. Gonna get us caught, doll. He continues his way, finally finding your sweet cunt. He shifts his hands so he can slowly part your folds. He kisses the inside of your thighs just as you clamp one hand over your whining mouth. And, with nothing left to do, he takes a deep breath, looking at your face as he sinks his tongue down between your folds, tasting you with a longing groan of delight.

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

All you can feel is the flurry of rhythm Joel sets. His trembling jaw, as if whispering prayers to whatever powers may be. His tongue splitting you open and fucking you raw in a way so obscene, you think it’s unbecoming. Perhaps it is. Perhaps by letting him have you this way, you have turned your back on your world. But he fucks one finger into your surprisingly warm cunt and everything else fades away into the silence.

“Fuck, baby…” It’s so easy, you whining urging him on, calling for him and begging to just keep going, dear God. One finger becomes two, then three. Then he raises himself so he can see your face better. So he can see the way your features contort into a heavenly amalgamation of beauty and pleasure and wonder in one full spectrum. But there is nothing more beautiful when his fingers brush against something that made you keen closer to his touch, eyes wide open with your mouth trembling.

“That’s it, isn’t it, darlin’? It is, huh?” He chuckles, the rumble of it vibrating from his chest, echoing to the backs of your thighs, and finally, straight to your wanting cunt. He smirks, his upper body shifting so his arm was much more free— just so he can keep aiming for that one spot that made you keen so beautiful he gets a glance of your otherworldly beauty.

A long forgotten poem comes up from the back of his head, just as he was pulling your orgasm from your willing frame, his other hand covering your mouth before you get too loud just so you wouldn’t be interrupted, caught, and possibly separated.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. “Good fuckin’ girl. Such a good girl, honey…” I did not think they’ll sing for me.

You shut your eyes, grinding your hips into his touch, chasing a sensation you can’t even dare put into words. You whine into the palm of his hand, feeling as if your skin, normally so cool, set on fire with the desire you have for Joel. You peer through your damp lashes, making out the silhouette of his smirk, his warm eyes somewhat swelling with pride.

“Joel… there’s… there–” you barely get the words out when you feel it. Your vision going white, the electricity flowing through your body, and coming out of you in warm bursts.

Heaven, you think, from how Joel so lovingly described it.

When you come to, he’s pulling his fingers away, and a spurt of fluids follow in the wake of his absence. He chuckles, the sound of it emanating the very depths of your consciousness. “Didn’t know ya could do that, pretty girl.”

It leaves you warm, slightly sleepy. Slightly drifting in and out—the way the ocean climbs and recedes from the shore.

You don’t notice the way Joel watches you. The way blood smeared your perfect face. You do not notice his hand tracing down your torso, coloring it a faded, rusty red. Marked by him, and for him.

And yet if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so will I endure. For already have I suffered so much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and wars. Let she be added to the tales of those.

“Please eat,” he finally says as he kisses your forehead. “I saved a plate for you.”

So you do. You sit up, trembling, the cool porcelain pressed against your thigh as you feasted. Grapes, expensive nuts, and meats you could only dream of. You try not to think of the price he paid to lavish you with such an offering. Because now, instead of the guilt, you feel the rumblings of power in your veins. You have become his very god, the one he’d slay men for. The very god to which he offers a plate paid for by carnage. And if you’ve become god, what can you offer him?

Heaven was not fit to house a creature such as I.

—-

He makes love to you after dinner. Slow, careful. He doesn’t want to terrify you. He doesn’t want to get caught, either. He has you on his lap, your cool hands cupping his heated face, spineless from pleasure as he fucks up into you, giving you a moment to accommodate him and get used to the feeling of his cock stretching you wide open. Every vein, his very length, arching and filling you up in the best way there is to be filled.

“Tell me you want this,” he asks, and you oblige him. You whine for him, calling, biting your lip and throwing your head back. You lead his hand to your chest, heaving with slow, shaky breaths. He knows what you want without ever asking it of you. And that is why he squeezes the curve of your breast, sitting up to press his mouth to your collarbone. The kisses set your skin aflame, his fingers pinching and pulling the pleasure from your willing body.

So he gives you everything. You cum once again with you on top of him. You cum again after he bends you over the nearest table with his rough fingers rubbing circles on your needy clit. And on the third time, somewhere when it’s quiet, you both lie on the blanket, your back to his chest, his cock unmoving inside of you.

It’s a moment of respite. A lull. A moment to catch breaths.

“How much did you see earlier?”

His arm is around your waist, his mustache brushing against the back of your ear. It’s nice. It’s almost domestic, a word so foreign to you. Perhaps domesticity is something innately human. But he makes you have a taste of it. And it tastes so sweet. You hum softly, tilting your head so he can kiss more of your neck.

“I saw the first man you killed,” you tell him, to which he groans, pulling you closer. “I couldn’t watch any more after that. It was… too much.” You feel his teeth brushing against the curve of your ear. Then he bites gently just to hear you squirm.

“I don’t want you lookin’ anymore, sweetheart,” he whispers, “not if it’s going to upset you this much.” He leans up, peering over your peaceful face, with your eyes shut and your body languid. “But… I suppose I’ll try.” You open one eye, peering up at him. “Less murders, my queen, yes ma’am.”

You giggle, pressing your palm to his mouth as he continues to tease you with such pet names. He speaks behind your palm. Angel baby, cutie pie… Other pet names you don’t comprehend because the sounds disappear into your cool skin.

And then he’s fucking you again, with you on your side and him above you, caging you in his arms. You catch your lip between your teeth, gritting out half-choked moans. Already, the pleasure has begun to border the line between pleasure and pain. Already, you feel your legs quaking, but you feel the tremble in his spine as well.

He’s close. He’s so fucking close.

That’s when you notice how sporadic his bursts of movement are becoming. Fewer and shorter in between. So, you begin to give back, maneuvering your bodies so you’re laying on top of him once more, digging your blunt nails down against his biceps. You feel his hands on your waist. Bloody hands that have taken an infinite number of lives before you. Bloody hands that will take who knows how many lives after. Bloody hands, that, despite their track record, hold you as if you are so fragile in his grasp.

Gentleness incomprehensible. The best of the world in the palms of his hands.

The both of you, flying into deep, empty space. Alone with Joel in the aether.

Watching his orgasm wash over him just as yours does for the fourth and last time. He pulls you into his chest, letting you moan into his chest. The only thing that betrays his release is the stuttered breaths, the shaky fingers. That is all. And then you feel the warmth of his seed, buried deep within you, treasured and tucked away. It’s so much, you feel it reach places you didn’t expect it to be.

Even when he’s ending things, he’s giving you everything he’s got.

In the afterglow, he takes care of you. Already, the sun is rising  Once again, you won’t see him until it’s dark again. You’ll be turning away from the world and dreaming of those eyes and his smile. But for now, he wipes you clean, kissing your forehead as he brings you back to your tub. For now, you hold his hand for another minute.

“Y’know… Sarah loved playing siren as a fuckin’ kid,” he finally says, cleaning up the plates in silence. “She loves the sea.”

You peer over the lip of the tub, smiling up at him dreamily. “She must be so beautiful. With your smile?” You sigh, leaning back as you look up at the ceiling. “You must miss her much.”

He brushes your cheek with a sigh, shrugging. “Every fuckin’ day, baby.”

He walks away from you, and you wait for him to look back. He does, with a shit-eating smirk at your dazed eyes, neck marked up by his own doing. “Don’t kill anybody today, Joel.”

He nods slowly. “Get some sleep, squirt.” As you turn away, the smile drops. He cannot show that vulnerability out there, amongst the men he’s shared blood, sweat, and tears with. Men he killed from and men he killed with. Men who’d want to tear you apart and swallow you whole. Men who’d kill him if they knew what the two of you did all night.

Then how should I begin to spit out the butt-ends of my days and ways? How should I presume?

He doesn’t have to presume for long. Not when he emerges on deck and he sees the dark shadow of land specking the endless sea of blue he had grown accustomed to. There stands the rise and fall of a mountain, a jagged line breaking the skyline.

The Captain speaks, and the shock burns through him so rapidly that he tries to hide it by leaning against the starboard side.

We hit land midday tomorrow. Our li’l baggage ‘bout to finally bring in some fuckin’ money.

The clock is ticking, what else can he do? Go, go, go.

—

When Joel returns, he’s waking you from a long, languid sleep. You turn to smile at him, but there’s a different look in his eyes. An urgency, a finger pressed to your lips to ensure silence. He carries you from the water and you’re brought up close to see the crease on his forehead. When he wraps you in the sheet, that’s when he speaks.

“Need t’get ya out of here, baby.”

The great escape. The prison break.

Now you feel the tension.

He waits for you to turn, to become inconspicuous. Meanwhile, he’s hot on his heels. He’s gripping a rucksack in his hands, heavy with some inconceivable baggage, muttering to himself. You start to understand the madness. You start to wonder if there’s two versions of Joel waiting behind every door. One of them is the lover— the man who’d kiss you as he introduces you to a world of pleasure. Then there was the monster— the man who sliced open the throat of the person he was robbing blind, the man who fired the harpoon that caused your imprisonment.

“So the monster has come to set me free of my bonds.”

You rise, shaky on your legs and clothed in that sheet that kept you modest. It’s when he stops in his tracks, looking you in the eye before sighing, tearing the cloth away from you to introduce a linen shirt of his. It smells of him; perhaps it even reeks of him.

“They’re going to butcher you if I don’t try, sweetheart.”

You do what you promised to yourself you’ll do when he asks you something. You put your blind faith into his hands and take a leap.

He leads you through a maze of rooms you cannot comprehend. You stop at the crosshairs. You duck under tables when he asks you to. And you know why. Because the men who thirst for your blood can be found on every corner. Because you’re running out of time. Because he’d rather lose you to the waves than those who shed blood like he does.

In a matter of minutes, you find yourselves in the cool evening air. It’s a blind spot, and it’s far enough that he helps you to the raft while it’s almost silent. The sounds of men beginning to have dinner so distant and far away, it’s like an entirely different world. Skillfully, Joel lowers you both into the ocean, the distant beating of the waves masking the sound of him cutting the rope that tethered you to the ship.

He keeps one hand on the behemoth you’ve escaped, and he audibly counts. Quiet enough for you to hear. Tens. Hundreds. Then, a thousand seconds passes.

He pauses, straining to hear. In the flickering light of the lanterns, you see the silver in his hair and his beard. You wonder, momentarily, if it’s the last you’ll see of him. That’s when you hear it.

Yells. But not of alarm. Not of you, their treasured prisoner, missing from her cage. It’s the yells of panic. Of suffering. Of pain.

Upon seeing your features, Joel finally reveals the hidden card up his sleeve.

“I poisoned them. I poisoned them and robbed them blind so they’ll never come after you.”

You look to him, waiting for another shoe to drop. But there is none. This is who he is, laid bare for you to see. Your devotee, giving you the ultimate sacrifice. This is not the monster nor the lover. This is Joel. All masks have fallen to their knees and prostrated themselves before you. Every post abandoned and conquered, only for you.

“Go.”

You blink, and his trembling fingers hold your cheeks, his shaky lips kissing the crown of our head.

“No one’s coming for you as long as I’m there to stop them.”

When you don’t move, he grits his teeth, as if caught between a rock and a hard place. A second passes, then his arms take you, throwing you overboard and into the familiar depths of an ocean below.

The waves welcome you with a surge of power, relentless and enduring. More immortal than you. More divine than you can ever hope to be. The moment you are released from Joel’s hold, the saltwater licks clean the wound on your shoulder. It washes away the scent of Joel’s shirt.

He’s already being erased from you.

From beneath the depths, everything comes back to you. The kiss on your hand, the scraps of food. His sticky, bloodmarked fingers marking you. All of it, slipping through your fingers like sand. In the cool darkness of the open sea, all you can see is a flame starting from the base where you last saw Joel. A fire spreading amongst the ship which you once hailed your prison.

You can see Joel’s boat, smaller in comparison, already racing away towards the shore.

All you can do now, with the power of Poseidon surging and bubbling beneath your veins, is to sing. To sing a hymn that begs before the very gods themselves. But it’s a song that begs Joel, too. Begs him to remember you.

Don’t forget me. You do not know if he hears you. Don’t forget me.

You attempt to follow him beneath the waves.

Don’t forget me.

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Against all odds, Joel Miller disembarks from the train to find himself in a farmland so familiar to him. Against all odds, it is three weeks later, and he’s followed all the roads and finds himself home.

He breathes in the smell of wheat under the scorching summer heat. He embraces it. He puts one foot ahead of the other, sea legs no longer present. The ground is too still that it still sometimes unnerves him.

A few meters away, he catches sight of the house. The windows wide open, the breeze making the curtains dance within. And on his porch is a familiar figure that had lowered her book and peered in his direction. He sees her face, and relief encompasses his bones. Sarah.

She’s running to him, yelling, loud and youthful and her face is like the sun. He feels himself smiling, too. The first time in weeks. Miles of walking and sleepless nights fade away with each step you take closer together. Then she’s running to his arms squealing as he embraces her.

Tell me. Is this really then Ithaca?

Finally, the years that separate the little family are slowly bridged. He rebuilds. He tells her stories. He tells her about you. When the sun sets, he tucks Sarah in and kisses her forehead.

Now, here he is. A couple of months that feels like decades have passed him by. He dreamt of you every night for the past three weeks. He sits in his bath, wondering if this was ever how you felt in those long, terrifying days. Did you feel peace, too?

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea, by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown.

His eyes fall shut. His breath slows.

A moment of peace as he sees your face, smiling at him, languid hands reaching and asking him to follow you.

He hears your voice, singing into his ear as he chuckles.

Until human voices wake us, and we drown.

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taglist: @tuquoquebrute @boofy1998 @persephone-girl @lunxramour @none-of-this-makes-any-sense

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #pirate!joel miller x siren!reader #pirate!joel miller #pirate!au #siren!au #mermaid!au

[radiance1]

Counterfeit Knitting

So, thanks to this and after looking it up. I have come to the conclusion that Vlad-the one from my au where he's a phoenix- knits stuff for Constantine outta his feathers.

And just one of those feathers are chalked full of magic and extremely useful as is. Now image having multiple clothing knitted out of such feathers.

Constantine is drowned in highly valuable magical fabric loving made by his husband/boyfriend.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #Phoenix!Vlad

[merchant-wizard-and-jerry]

“Hello, I’m the friendly wizard _____. My name got taken by a fey prince but it hasn’t really hampered my life. Anyways I am new to this wider wizard community and would like to get along. I have a magic book, a cart, and a friend. His name is Jerry, he is a fungus colony that has taken over my magic book and acts sort of as my patron. He…is a little weird but great fun.”

*sound of an explosion in the background, a book flys by being chased by goblin shamans casting fire ball*

“He is…”

“He is fine.”

“Anyways, I am here to sell goods and make a small profit. If you need something I’ll see what I can do : ) ”

“Also apparently I helped smuggle an amnesiac @fattocatto-wizard out of the city in my wagon. That was a shock, though he was just a cat.

Character Cheat sheet

( 3 currency to 16 silver crowns and 2 copper crowns)

(Current balance 77,033.750001 currency, one penny, 23 meat pucks, 14 pounds, 2 gold coins one with Julius Cesar on it, 3 naturally-grown mana stones, 2 highly enchant able metal pieces, and one bar, 1 special bug corpse, 675 gold, silver 13, 70 aus, 5kg silver, magic dirt house size. 24 counterfeit currency. Moss/lichen-coded bio stone. An inverse cold torch. 99 BG silver. EMERALD LINCOLN, GOLDEN CARROT, 200 SALTED MEAT DISKS, 200 POLISHED ROCKS, 82 FIGET SPINNERS!, A FULLY EQUIPPED LICH'S DUNGEON, and a cardboard box (magic black marble).” Invisibility stone, a bundle of drake feathers, quantum locked rock, raw gold. 9 Gold coming from the green goblin empire, 50 mushrooms, 92 secret society emblem. 5 trans enchanted gold coins, 2 skull coin, ancient lost civilization fragment, 5 glistening green metallic coin, 31 writhing bugs of gold, jade coin. Pile of gold coins and gold coin bugs)

(Currently holding baby frost dragon.)

(Jerry’s balance 13 gold, a fancy rock, 1 coin, flower petals (snacks for later), harpy eyes, feathers, vocal cords, and talons)

(Warlocks of Jerry @fungal-boy-witch-yay @ignisuadaroleplay @life-is-okay-rn2 I think that is who it was…)

(Possessions - wealth stone, Antidote stone)

Owner of membership cards

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@the-final-knight-2

@confused-sorcerer

@bi-gender-sorcerer

@the-mighty-dalob

@detectivewizzard

@goblin-wizard-in-the-making

@serious-tabaxi

@weltreths-wanderings

@ignisuadaroleplay (will)

@shittest-wizard-ever

@wizard-wylin-wylerian

@akronus-and-associates (the primordials)

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@hallowed-the-silver-gun

@jormungand-seas-champion

@crow-natures-wrath

@antros-ember-of-fear

@akronus-the-redeemed

@clockwork-time-watcher

@aldira-born-anew

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@wizard-ghost

@yeast-wizard

@crickled-thorn-thug

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Perks

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5% off all purchases

Special requested items

More favorable bartering

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#wizardposting #wizard posting #wizard #wizard tumblr #wizard shit #wizard island island

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Prof. Schnee AU Concept

To be clear this isn't the only Au/ comic I'll put the model in but it is the one that comes to mind for me most often.

All of team RWBY are born into the previous generation. Weiss along with her brother Whitley secured and manage the SDC. Though in truth Whitley takes care of most of the actual work. Though she was far from dull she did have to admit that Whitley was solely groomed to manage the company while her time was decided between it and her combat training.

Weiss herself still had power and plenty of a say but her Huntress duties took priority... And obligations as a teacher as well, yes. She was a instructor at Beacon. Helping to groom the next generation into respectable Hunters.

Mostly she was pleaded into it by her partner Ruby but still she took her job seriously.

Which was more then she could say for the rest of her team! All three of them off gallivanting across Remnant taking missions. Honestly sometimes they could be such a headache. But she supposed Ozpin had sent them all on those missions...

Regardless she was determined to perform no less admirably this year then any other. And considering that Pyrrha Nikos would be entering this year she believed it would be a very worthwhile year given her skill.

But there was always room for surprises like miss Valkyrie, who was frankly a Yang level ridiculous powerhouse.

Yes, this year would've been a valuable one even if those were the only two of note... But they weren't. No, the third would be...

"Please Go Out With Me!"

Would be Jaune Arc, a paradoxically lacking student and yet one worth her admiration. He was a special case like Blake had been according to Ozpin. A boy who secured counterfeit transcripts to earn a chance to try out Initiation. Though whereas her teams resident Faunus had been a member of the White Fang mister Arc had been a civilian out in one of Remnant's frontier villages. A simple boy with some dreams of heroics and knighthood.

He was actually like her partner Ruby in several ways but with a father who denied his dreams instead of supporting them like Ruby had... That, that was something she could relate to, could sympathize with and it was not all.

He wanted to live up to his family's name, to bring honor to it, to be anything to stop being the one to be protected but to protect others Instead. He was many things, foolish, naïve and certainly stubborn… But he was brave. What else could you call a boy who entered the Emerald Forest prepared to face monsters but courageous.

Jaune Arc had a long way to go, had a tough road ahead of him, if she’d thought catching Ruby up on their studies back in the day was hard this would be a true trial. But, but she wanted him to succeed, she wasn’t the same girl she’d been back in the day, who viewed people so callously, so superficially. She saw how much Jaune wanted this, how willing he was to put his life on the line for complete strangers as he fought the Death Stalker.

Apparently he wasn’t the most studious student but she never had issues, he may have lacked proper knowledge of Dust in her class but he was always quick to learn and put in the effort. Offering to help however he could.

Then he was being bullied, and then he stopped it, she knew how, she saw the recordings, saw Winchester Threaten him with blackmail. Saw her student being used like a lackey and distant from his team… And then she saw him refuse to follow Cardin’s order when it affected someone else. And then witnessed him save said tormentor when his teammates had ran.

Jaune Arc just like her partner embodied what it meant to be a Huntsman, he just needed some help on the way… And then he asked her out.

Flustered, nervous, clearly embarrassed, it was a sight she wasn’t used to, every man and woman who courted her had done so with annoying confidence in their status or family ties, had saw her as a particularly beneficial tool to use or trophy to own or worst of all… A knot on the metaphorical belt.

But Jaune, despite the way he entered Beacon was a rather earnest man, which was why she would do this in the kindest but also most direct way possible. Because she remembered being rejected as well. And wanted him to suffer as little as possible.

"Jaune, I'm your teacher..." He looked sad but accepting.

"R-right... I'm sorry I know it was wrong t-"

"That's why I don't want you going around and telling anyone." She blinked that the words she said it seeming to finally catch up with her brain her... Wait? That wasn't what she was supposed to say! Jaune seemed to be under the same impression as her thoughts as he spoke with a  dumbfounded look on his precious youthful face.

"Really!" Yes Really!? What was she doing accepting his confession, but once more before her conscious could interrupt she parted her lips again.

"Though it isn't against the rules that Beacon upholds it is heavily frowned upon Jaune." Damn her for studying said rules! No! Stop Looking At His Absolutely Beamimg Smile This Instant! Just Because He's A Cute Boy Doesn't Mean We Could Throw Caution To The Wind.

Honestly she couldn't believe she said yes... Moreso that she felt so, so damn giddy about it! Like she was a girl back in her Beacon Days in her first relationship... Okay so technically she was a girl/ woman at Beacon and this was her first relationship but that was beside the point...

She was his teacher and this was... Well, no it wasn't illegal given that Jaune upon passing Initiation was by all legal means a adult under Remnant's Huntsman regulations... But it was still unprofessional! She'd never do anything others could bring into question... Anymore.

Like going out and taking on International criminals, known terrorists cells and preforming vigilante activities while a student.

But all that was besides the point and in the past! She wouldn't play with this boy's heart! She'd do the proper thing and brea-

"Jaune, I hope you understand that I'm not some trollope to be played with I expect you to take this seriously." NO!!! She Did Not Mean That! Shut Up Subconscious!

And oh dear now he was shooting her a very determined, gaze that made her heart skip a beat.

"Of course not! I'm serious about you miss Schnee!" Oh dear he was closing the distance, and being so assertive... Was, was he always so tall...

#jaune arc #weiss schnee #prof. schnee au #au concept

[dilucs-princess]

Of Bliss

Beast au

Pairing: sub!Dazai x Switch!reader x dom!Chūya

Words: 2,542

Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns used, female anatomy), messy writing, slight degradation (given), hair pulling, reader is Dazai's subordinate, vibrator, subspace (on Dazai's part), aftercare is hinted at but not written!

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Note: Some of the beginning/middle doesnt make sense as I started to write this beginning of November, but I have forgotten what I was writing im so sorry. Just pay attention to the smut ya'll

Just a normal day in the mafia. The only thing being, you were the boss’s personal assistant, though saying this, he rarely made you do any work. He usually sent his bodyguard to do that, considering Nakahara got aggressive when someone treated the boss with ‘disrespect’. Your job was to sit there and look pretty, and no matter how many times the boss said that, it filled you with fury every time. Today was your lucky day, or so it seemed. It was nearing time for you to go home when you heard a knock at your office door. A lazy “Come in” fell from your lips as you continued to sort through today’s pricings of the jewels smuggled in, the counterfeit money hadn’t been printed, cut or even prepared and Nakahara was going to have your head if it wasn’t sorted by tomorrow.

You looked up as Atsushi opened your office door, and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face upon seeing the kid. “Hey, Nakajima. How is everything?” You spoke softly, knowing that despite the kid’s violent nature, he was still a bit shaky and shy. He smiled nervously, wringing his hands, knowing he was about to feel your full wrath. “Uhm.. Nakahara-san sent me to get you.. He said that the boss needs you in his office..” He replied, keeping steady eye contact despite everything. Your eyes glinted. Of fucking course, just as you thought you would be let off the hook, Dazai needed you. You groaned loudly, slamming a piece of paper down on your desk, pretending not to notice Atsushi’s flinch. “Why didn't he call me or press the buzzer?!.. Okay. Nakajima, you’re free to retire for the day with Kyouka. Thank you for informing me.” Atsushi nodded, bowed and left.

Maybe you deliberately stood up and prepared your things slowly. After all, the boss could wait, it’s his fault for needing you when you were so close to finishing for the day. You sighed deeply, finally pulling your bag onto your shoulder. As soon as you’d finished talking, you were leaving. Why stay any longer than you had to? You opened your door, took a deep breath, closed and locked it soon after. Looking at the clock on the wall, you couldn't help the slight twinge of annoyance you felt. You grumbled to yourself, about how this wasn’t  fair and why don't you just quit? Dazai would suffer from it more than you, no one knew you were in the mafia, so you could easily get another job, maybe the agency to spite him? That thought alone brought a smile to your face and a small chuckle graced the air.

You straightened down your skirt before sighing and turning the corner, starting on the long corridor, which seemed to go on forever now, towards the boss’ office.with a small hum, clutching onto your bag tightly where it was resting on your shoulder. A few strides and you were in front of the office. A deep breath and you knocked. A few seconds and it was opened.

Nakahara opened it, and he must’ve seen the confused look in your eyes when you saw the smirk he was desperately trying to hide. He rolled his eyes and stepped to the side to let you in. “Do come in (y/n)-san,” he spoke politely and you nodded, walking into the room. You jumped when you heard Nakahara allow the door to slam shut behind you, his chuckle infuriated you but you pushed that to the back of your mind as you turned your attention back to the boss, trying to hide your anger. “What is it you needed from me?” You asked and even Dazai could hear your annoyance. 

He swallowed, looking up at Chuuya, causing the latter to smirk, leaning against the wall behind the desk. “Go on, boss. You were the one so desperate to speak to her,” he mumbled. You looked at Nakahara, confusion clouding your mind when you saw him on his phone. He always respected the boss and you swore you could hear a bomb go off in his mind when someone said ‘Dazai’ instead of boss. You sighed, tearing your gaze from the ever confusing man and directed your focus back to the boss, though he seemed to shrink under your stare. He folded his hands in his lap, trying to keep face and act completely normal in front of his subordinate.

Chuuya’s smirk went unnoticed by you but Dazai could feel it almost burning into his soul. He squirmed and he finally went to answer your question. “A-ah, I wanted to ask how the most recent miss-missions are going? What has Nakajima said to you recently?” You sighed, shaking your head. That was it? Couldn’t he have asked or told Nakahara to send an email? You shook your head nonetheless, reaching into your bag to grab some paperwork and walked closer to the desk.

“Here you are, sir. Everything has been going well, a new load of smuggled jewels came in today, unfortunately we are behind on the counterfeit money. However, Atsushi has assured me this morning that he will make sure it is done by tomorrow morning so some workers are doing overtime tonight…”You continued talking, explaining the work that will be done tonight and then beginning of tomorrow, even explaining to him Kyouka’s work for the day.

Dazai, on the other hand, was squirming in his chair, his chin originally resting on his hand before he moved it to cover his mouth, your words almost sounding foreign to him, eyes wide. He tried to focus and was glad you continued to stare down at the paperwork rather than at him. His other hand was gripping his thigh, the material bunched up slightly in his hand. He couldn’t even ask you to go, because as far as you knew, he had asked you to come to the office.

His blood ran cold as a soft, almost needy whine left his lips, just after you had stopped speaking. Your eyes locked into his and he could’ve swore his heart stopped in that moment. “You fucking whore,” you seethed, eyes wide and angry. You didn’t know the full story but you could put two and two together.

Chuuya laughed, putting his phone back in his pocket, humming lightly as he walked over. A hand went in front of Dazai, resting on his neck and squeezing gently, causing him to gasp. “You’re right. He is a whore, poor thing just couldn’t wait till he got home. Why don’t you tell her how beautiful you looked across your desk as I fucked you five minutes before she walked in. Oh!” He seemed considerate, pulling Dazai’s head back by his hair, “Or maybe I should show her?” he teased, though Dazai’s eyes widened again, a soft whine leaving his lips. 

You weren’t going to stand being ignored, especially after being called here, this time you supposed that Chuuya was actually the one who called you, to see your boss acting like a whore or maybe to get some sort of satisfaction of fucking you, you wasn’t sure yet. But you sighed, walking to the side of the desk those two were on and sat on it, a high heel resting on Dazai’s thigh, causing him to shiver. You could see his hand clench as though he wanted to touch you. Not yet.

“This is what’s going to happen, bitch,” it was nice to have some sort of authority over him. “You’re going to get me off and if you’re good enough, i’ll fuck you. If not or if you tease, are too slow or act like a brat, i’ll spank you so hard, you’ll see stars. Are we understood?” Dazai nodded eagerly and you had to stifle a laugh. Poor man.

Chuuya hummed lightly, watching the both of you. “Right, you pull up your dress and then rest your legs on Dazai’s shoulders, He’ll kneel down, alright?” You looked up as he spoke and nodded, hoping down from the desk to hike your dress up to your hips and take your underwear off, leaving it on the floor so you could be embarrassed about that later. If you knew this would happen, you would’ve at least worn something sexy. You watched as Chuuya forced Dazai onto his knees, looking up at you so needily, whining and whimpering and you would’ve been lying if you said it wasn’t the slightest bit hot. You pushed yourself back onto the desk, legs on his shoulders and ankles crossing behind his head. “Come on then, pretty boy. Show me what you’ve got,” you hummed and he wasted no second in getting to work.

His tongue was immediately pressed flat against your pussy, eyes closed as he held onto your thighs. He licked from your hole to your clit, swiping and then pressing a kiss to it before looking up at you. You whined, surprised at how quickly he acted. Your hands shot to his hair, almost pressing his face to your pussy. He encased your clit into his mouth, suckling before resting his tongue against it. You were moaning and tugging at his hair, your head tilting backwards, broken praises beginning to fall from your lips. You felt him moan against your cunt and your hips jolted, trying to keep his face in place, tugging at his hair, only eliciting more moans and whimpers from Dazai.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, Osamu,” Chuuya mused, watching from his spot in the background, watching the entire scene without any sort of interest and even you felt a twinge to try and impress him. He pushed himself away from the wall, walking over to you, tilting your head up with a smirk. “God, even you melt into my hands. What the fuck am I going to do with you two, hm?” He chuckled, quickly taking your lips and claiming you as his. You mewled into his mouth, hands gripping onto his blazer instead and Dazai felt disappointment when the pressure left his head but continued to lap at your pussy, almost as though he could feel it. 

You parted from Chuuya, panting heavily as a string of salvia kept you together. “You close, pretty girl?” Chuuya murmured, a hand on the back of your neck as he kept your foreheads together. Your face was contorted into pleasure and nodded, eyes squeezing shut but they soon opened again as you gasped, Dazai slipping two fingers into your pussy, you immediately clenching around them. “Fuck!” You yelled, back arching and one hand continued to hold onto Chuuya, the other digging into the desk and your ankles pressing down on Dazai’s back, trying to encourage him to continue. Chuuya had to laugh, you were both truly pathetic.

“I’m close, Osamu,” you managed to gasp out, hips rocking now, Dazai whining and just wrapping his arm around your waist, scissoring his fingers inside you and continued to suck on your cunt. Wet and messy noises filled the room as Chuuya began to stroke your hair, humming softly and desperately wishing he could take a photo. “Fuck! Osamu-!” Was the only warning Dazai got as your body shook, back arching away from Chuuya’s hold and pressing Dazai’s head down as you came, eyes wide, loud moans leaving your lips.

Dazai continued to give you gentle licks through your orgasm but allowed you to push him away when the pain began to set in. He pulled away and pulled his fingers out, eyes practically glimmering at the sight of your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. He made no effort to get up, still kneeling on the floor, looking up at you with a smile of an angel. Chuuya, however, didn’t even give you a moment to get your thoughts straight. “So? Was he a good boy?” You blinked before nodding, smiling gently.

“Come on, baby, let me return the favour,” you replied, allowing Dazai to sit back on the chair as you removed your legs from his shoulders. Chuuya pushed the chair over to you so you didn’t have to attempt to stand on shaky legs, which you were immensely grateful for. You reached down, returning your feet to rest on the chair again as your hands quickly undid his fly, freeing his cock from his underwear, not even properly undressing him. You laughed and Dazai turned his head away in shame.

It all made sense now; the small noises while you were talking, Chuuya on his phone as you saw the little vibrator taped to his dick. “Oh, you really are a little slut, Osamu, fuckin’ hell,” you murmured, thanking Chuuya for the lube he handed you. Dazai just blushed more intensely at the degradation, but he couldn’t really deny it. You hummed to get his attention and smiled kindly when he looked at you almost instantly. “Eyes on me, baby,” you spoke in a commanding tone, leaving no room for interpretation. You wrapped your hand around his dick, relishing in the way he jumped and shivered.

He was very responsive to all of your actions, little moans and whimpers and pleas falling from his lips, not a single coherent sentence left him, he had given himself over to you completely. His mind was incredibly fuzzy as you took the tip between your two hands, his back moving away from the chair as he moaned in surprise, eyes closing as he took in the pleasure, allowing himself to fully enjoy it, responsibilities didn’t matter at the minute; he was your’s to use as you liked.

Chuuya moved once again, this time to kiss Dazai and you smile, he seemed a lot more gentler while kissing him than he did you, then again, even you were treating Dazai as though he was something precious, something that deserved to be treated and held, to be looked after and admired. The noises that left him, you were tempted to keep him to yourself. His hips began to buck upwards and you laughed, close already? Chuuya did mention he was fucked before you entered  and been teased the entire time, the poor thing must be so deseperate! 

There were tears in those beautiful eyes as Nakahara pulled away, moving his head to face you again. “Cum when you want,” you whispered reassuringly. He almost sobbed as you said those words, nodding and holding onto the arm rests of the chair tightly. It didn’t take long for the poor thing after that,thighs shaking, head thrown back, hair sticking to his forehead, cumming with a cry of your name. You cooed and spoke to him gently, continuing to stroke him through it only removing your hand when his body began to shake from the overstimulation.

“You still with us, sweet thing?” Chuuya asked gently, running a hand through Dazai’s hair. He nodded, whining as he reached up to chase Chuuya’s lips. He laughed, pressing a quick kiss there before pulling away and looking at you. “You keep an eye on him. I’ll go grab a cloth and water.” You nodded obediently, watching as Chuuya left before hopping down from the desk and taking Dazai into your arms.

#bsd #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs #sub bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #bryn writes ~ ♡ ! #mine ~ ♡ !

[hey-hamlet]

Ok so about a month ago I was desperately trying to remember who wrote about Yaoyorozu Yakuza au and I could not for the life of me find the specific one I was looking for (i.e. yours) so I am incredibly happy to see it pop on my feed again.

Also, if hypothetically Momo were to let Izuku have a little crime as a treat how would that go down? Between the two of them they could cause so much chaos but the yakuza in bnha are pretty low profile + the whole hero student thing so would they break out the goofy disguises?

My life goal - inflict a vague "was that like, a fic? an au post? a dream?" on people.

Momo, in an attempt to make up for the leaps and bounds her quirk has been developing since she started chatting with Izuku is like - "i need to get him a present but the only thing he ever wants is All Might merch and he owns like. all of it." So she has to brainstorm a better present.

Enter - mid-stakes heist her family is orchestrating on a small HPSC office in Hakone. She invites Izuku to do some snow training on a ski slope her uncle owns, and then reveals that not only are they going to do training (something Izuku was very excited for) they are going to steal! From Izuku's least favourite government agency!

Typically her family stick to like. Generic theft, protection fees, illegal gambling rings and creative accounting (one of her recent ancestors had a tanuki style quirk that let him turn leaves into gold for about 24hrs. so, also counterfeiting? I guess?) . But! The HPSC is trying to keep the fact that a lot of the yakuza are still around under wraps by taking them out lethally, so no one hears about them. So, the HPSC having info about them is a major risk, especially with their dear Momo trying to become a hero!

#izuku has so much fun breaking in momo doesnt have the heart to tell him they already duped the NFC swipe cards #again - their respective fan clubs are furious. #and also in hakone. #iida abused his connections and family money so they are in the same fancy hotel - just all 6 of them in 1 room #there is a buffet dinner and uraraka eats nothing but crab for 3 nights in a row #it quells her anger a little #asks #bnha au #yaoyorozu yakuza au

[maydays-medbay]

Requested by @aecholapis:

⭒ 🎫 for Paradigm please (and get well soon!) ⭒

I'm sorry that this took me so long to get around to lol, my brain was not firing on very many cylinders yesterday

(Also, thank you! I'm still not 100% but that's to be expected with COVID. I'll be back on my feet in no time!)

Anyway! Paradigm lore time >:D

Specifically Paradigm lore: relationship (?) edition!

Paradigm and Karma

Paradigm has this sadistic and crazed view of Karma, mostly because he was the first bot to ever break out of Paradigm's implanted memories/personality blockers via mnemosurgery. Ever since then they've had this absolute, twisted fascination with Karma and they take any chance they get to meet him face to face again. Literally. They will drop everything if they've got information on where Karma is because they want to see how much they can fuck with his brain, and what limits they can push him to before he breaks. It's fucked

(For the record, Jekyll is the one with the sadistic interest in Karma. His brother, Hyde, finds endeavors with the bot a waste of time and entirely frivolous, but the intense feelings from his brother often overrides his control when Karma is the subject of conversation. Also, they refuse to call him anything but Ignitious, much to Karma's absolute hatred.)

Paradigm and Halcyon

Halcyon is an absolute brat and a pest, though a useful one. Not only are they incredibly scatterbrained and rather obtuse (when not in the lab), but they also nag Paradigm like a rabid turbofox when they want something. Paradigm often gives in purely so that the mech will leave them in peace for a few cycles (if they're lucky).

Paradigm does respect Halcyon's immense knowledge in chemical fields and his proficiency in scientific fields. That, and the obvious sadistic nature and the whole mouth-needle thing. It's odd, because they find Halcyon's methods rather crude, while not being much better themself.

Paradigm and Vyrox

Easily Paradigm's strongest relationship- one that actually has trust in it and one where Paradigm views the other as a near-equal in terms of intellect and strength. Vyrox's incredible talent for information gathering and eir talent for creating transmittable cybertronian viruses always brings a grin to their face.

Vyrox is also a vital component in weeding out those who want to gather information or simply try to cross Paradigm and the members within their fold. Those members are given special treatment, the good old one-on-one time with Paradigm for their...efforts.

Paradigm and Turncoat

This relationship is...turbulent. Paradigm sees the value in Turncoat, after all he is a shifter who can literally look like other bots for spy work, but his personality just reeks of insecurity. Paradigm can hardly stand his petulant whining. Oftentimes they'll force other members of the corps to be around the runt or simply find ways to get the smaller to shut his mouth.

That being said, they can...tolerate the sadistic mind Turncoat has- his way with words, how effortlessly he gathers blackmail. It pleases Paradigm greatly. When he actually does his job instead of complain, that is.

(When they discover Turncoat and Reaver's relationship, they find it repulsive, intriguing, and useful all at once. Paradigm sees no use in nauseating things like relationships, but they know that the knowledge by itself holds a lot of power over not only Turncoat, but Reaver as well. Emotions are easily swayed when you hold something dear over another. They'll use the information to the fullest, if the time ever comes.)

Paradigm and Serrous

Paradigm respects the hell out of Serrous, not only for his giant stature but his unwavering loyalty and overwhelming bloodlust. Paradigm had no doubts when they chose Serrous to lead their weapons and enforcement division- and moreso once operations kicked into high gear and Serrous has more than carried his weight twice over. The efficiency with which he tears through enemies excites Paradigm, and the sheer brutality of Serrous' makes them proud.

While Serrous is rather brilliant with military tactics, Paradigm finds that he too easily falls into anger and gets blinded by his own foolish nature. He also can be too stubborn for his own good at times- occasionally going as far as to question Paradigm's reasoning for certain plans and procedures. Paradigm was always quick to remind Serrous who's in charge, and the latter easily takes the threats for what they are when he has to piece himself back together.

Paradigm and Reaver

Paradigm finds Reaver impressive, yet...soft. Much too soft to properly fit into the corps. Yet, Paradigm let him join as he was perfect for intimidation, and as they came to learn, construction. Reaver oversees all construction projects and works at them with an efficiency that Paradigm could never quite manage prior to him signing on.

The troops that follow him also surprise Paradigm, and not in the good way. They look at him with a similar gleam in their eye as they do the infamous Optimus Prime. At least, how they looked up to him in the stories. A great leader, who led for the rights of others and wanted peace. It was too...gentle. Too kind. Paradigm judged the mech too harshly from appearances.

Sure, the bot has easily done extermination work for Paradigm in the past, yet he leads with an air unbecoming of a member of the Ruination Corps- much less of the Salvific Six. Though if he could fool Paradigm towards his true nature, perhaps he could do the same to those who challenge them. They're counting on it.

BONUS Paradigm and Caliper

Paradigm has always seen Caliper as an object or trophy rather than a true pet, despite the programmed sparkeater acting like a guard dog for the six. Usually, Caliper is off with Reaver (him and his dreaded sentimentality towards the creature) or sitting next to Paradigm's throne, imposing and obedient.

(Despite what they might tell you, Paradigm does have a fondness for Caliper. One that they only share in private- petting its head, scratching its jaw, treating it closer to an animal. Don't tell them that though, or you'll be Caliper's next meal.)

#transformers ocs #maccadam #paradigm #karma #halcyon #turncoat #vyrox #serrous #reaver #caliper #the salvific six #counterfeit paradigm #ask game #aecholapis #WOOOO AU STUFFF #ALSO WRITING ABOUT THE SIX #YEEEEEE #PARADIGM LORE PARADIGM LORE PARADIGM LORE- #NOT ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS FOR THE RECORD #JUST LIKE #THEIR VIBES WITH EACH OTHER YOU FEEL??

[haruu-luv]

𝙱𝚂𝙳 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

(aus mixed)

dividers by cafe kitsune

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

Ango Sakaguchi: @themafiasinformant @discourse-on-decadence

Agatha Christie: @agathachristiebsd

Soseki Natsume: @natsume-the-kitty

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa: @eternalboredom @draconia777

Aya Koda: @worldsbiggesthero @ayayakoda

"Belladonna": @cafe-uzumaki

Nobuko Sasaki: @theazureapostle

Oguri Mushitaro: @still-the-perfect-crime

Gonchaov Ivan: @headchamberlain

Albatross: @albatross-from-the-pm @the-real-albatross

Doc:

Iceman: @hitmanmafioso

Pianoman: @i-make-counterfeit-notes (it wont let me tag you </3)

Lippmann: @stoicsleuth

Adam: @europolesbestdetective

Beast dazai: @yearningfortheend

Beast chuuya: @sorrowfulslug @snowydusk

#i am so tired #i probaby missed a lot #bsd #bsd roleplay #bsd rp blog #bsd rp #bsd masterlist #masterlist

[novankenn]

"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 3" the Master Chief (Halo) - PT 1

Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON

(Yes, this one is WAY LONG overdue. My apologies)

Jaune: Can you guys put me... DOWN!

Ruby: Not until you give us your Arc's word...

Pyrrha: ... that you won't enlist in any more foreign militaries.

Jaune: Tina, Jinx... help me out...

Jinx: Nope.

Tiny Tina: I'm with the other girls on this one. Let's face it Baby-J your house husband material...

Emerald: I don't even really know you, and I agree with them.

Jaune: Wow, thanks for the votes of confidence, guys. Makes me really feel good deep down inside to find out... NONE of you have any faith in me!

Pyrrha: I have complete faith in you, Jaune. It's just that fighting a war is very different from defending civilians from grimm.

Ruby: You can totally be a bad-butt huntsman! I know it!

Jinx: I'm just going to let my husband-to-be, get himself killed. End of story.

Tiny Tina: J-Baby, people are always telling me I'm insane, and I don't see it, but that's besides the point... what was I going on about?

Emerald: To be honest (blushes) I just want to be smothered in your cleavage... do you think...

Pyrrha: Neither the time nor place.

Tiny Tina: Jeez, thirsty much?

Jinx: I could go for...

Ruby: This is a FILTH free-zone! There are children present.

Jaune: Um... can I get down now? I mean, we are almost at the food court. I wonder if that guy needs some help?

Pyrrha: What guy?

Jaune: Over there. The armoured guy talking to the blue woman on his wrist.

????: Cortana are you sure he's here?

Cortana: John, I am certain. He and those counterfeit weapons are somewhere around here.

John-117: You think you can narrow it down any further?

Cortana: I can try, but the digital infrastructure here is rather lacklustre and primitive.

John-117: Well, keep trying.

The girls set Jaune down, and he instantly walked over towards the armoured figure.

Jaune: Hello.

John-117: Hello. Can I help you?

Jaune: You seem like you could use some help. Is there anything I can do for you?

Cortana: John, he could know something or at least be able to narrow the search area.

John-117: Maybe you can. I'm looking for a very specific vendor, maybe you've seen him?

Jaune: Well, there are a lot of Vendors here. Can you be a little more specific?

John-117: Average height, bald, looks like a robot. Talks in a rather rambling or distracted manner?

The girls collected behind Jaune, each a little on edge, and worried that Jaune was going to get himself drafted or do something waifu-y again.

Jaune: Sounds familiar... (Snaps his fingers as something jumps into his thought process) I know him! He's the one selling all the cool rabbit themed weapons!

John-117: What now? Rabbit themed?

Jaune: Why are you looking for him? I mean, just by looking at you, you seem pretty well outfitted. I can understand wanting more gear, but...

Cortana: We believe he's selling counterfeit USMC weapons.

Ruby: How do you counterfeit a gun?

Cortana: We've been told that they are unlicensed and lower quality than the standard issue arms of the USMC.

Hearing "Standard Issue" had all the girls close in on Jaune, protectively.

Pyrrha: You said "counterfeit" guns. Like what?

John-117: This...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: IS that a BR55?

Cortana: It is. Are you familiar?

Ruby/Tiny Tina: Bullpup design with three fire modes. Semi, burst and full-auto. Most often used with the last two options. Overall length 89.9 centimetres, 36 round box magazine chambering 9.5x40mm M634 HP-SAP...

Everyone else in the group just blinks as their eyes start to glaze over...

John-117: You two know your stuff. This is the other weapon we believe he is selling...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: A M6G Magnum!

Emerald: Please make them stop.

Jaune: (Cutting in before Tiny Tina and Ruby could start rambling off statistics) I think we can help you. If it is the same guy I think, his name is Banshee-44 and he WAS near the main entrance yesterday.

(Somewhere with in the Convention... not near the main entrance...)

Bashee-44: Huh? Someone is talking about me... I think? Maybe? Doesn't matter... I have work to do.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #tiny tina #emerald sustrai #jinx #halo #master chief #Cortana #jaune gets a gun au #destiny 2 #banshee 44

[sleepingsongbird]

Alrighty so I’m finally getting around to writing some modern au One Piece fic so I figured I should probably share some background for it!

Everything is set in one giant city and I have put way too much thought into this

City is roughly split up between the “four emperors”

The Grand Line(NE-SW) is the main commercial street that runs through the center of the city where every large group has a front. It intersects Red Street(NW-SE) which divides the territories. The Hospital sits at the East corner of where the Grand line and red street intersect.

Big mom’s pastries

The Red Force bar - cocktail bar

Kids repair shop

The Amazon Lily - Boa Hancock’s strip club

Rayleigh is a legal consultant and the only piece of neutral territory on the grand line

Marinefold- the Town hall sits dead center of Red street

Lodge square - located in the center in front of city hall

Pacifista church - run by Kuma, large mega church

Etc.

The Heart territory is a couple blocks in the East side that spans from Law’s apartment to the employee entrance of the hospital

All of the Hearts work either at the hospital or the Heart Club

Hearts are highly territorial despite being in Red Hairs area

The Hearts have tattoos but no markings on their medical uniforms

The large hospital where Law works is neutral territory and pretty much every doctor/surgeon there is affiliated with a group

The white coats of the doctors each have the symbol of their affiliated group embroidered with white thread. Each major group has at least one doctor that is deemed safe to go to

Kaido is a Yakuza group and Kin'emon’s group is the remnants of the Kozuki clan that are trying to retake the territory

East side is Red Hair

Locations-

Baratie- restaurant Sanji works at and common meeting place of the Straw Hats

Water 7- Large mechanic shop, Franky uses one of the workshops there for personal projects and to repair their Van(The Sunny)

The Heart Club- A below ground nightclub owned by Law

Patty’s bar- Run by Makino and frequented by Shanks

Mihawk’s Dojo- Zoro frequently trains there

Elegia recordings - Run by Shanks and started to Publish his daughter’s music

Uta started as a streamer then starting doing live performances once her popularity grew, she is often out of the city on tour

She is a very active protester and has been arrested multiple times

Soul KIng - Music supply shop owned by brook

Brook who was a famous musician who faked his death and moved into town to avoid the publicity (still very recognizable)

The straw hats live friends style with 3 apartments on the same floor. They are the local menaces and are constant up in everyone’s business

North Side is Kaido

Locations

Onigashima- Formally called the Kozuki theater was taken over by Kaido and turned into a club. Run by Orochi but paid for by Kaido. The daughter of Oden works undercover as a dancer.

Oden restaurant - Named after the late boss of the Kozuki family is run by his friends and son, current front to the Kozuki Yakuza group

DonQuixote Inc. headquarters- Center of Doffy’s operations and front for the family

Dressrosa Casino - run by Doflamingo. Hosts fights at its arena. Formerly run by the Riku family, Viola Riku currently sits on the board.

Punk Labs- Caesar’s lab, Donquixote is their parent company. Was formally run by Vegapunk.

Cipher pol - Government intelligence. Has agents stationed in every region

-Local occult shop run by Hawkins. Perona works part time doing seances

West side is Big Mom

Locations

Germa 66 publishing company- a well known action comic publishing company owned and run by Sanji’s family

Thriller Bark - Haunted house run by Gecko Moria

Zoo - Run by a wildlife conservation group called Zou

Drum University Campus - known for its medical programs ​

South side is Whitebeard

Locations

Local Police station

Alabasta Gallery - an upscale art gallery. Formerly run by the Nefertari family has recently become a front for the Baroque Works gang run by Crocodile selling counterfeit art

The family heir Vivi is a curator trying to gain evidence to take down Crocodile and restore the Gallery to its former glory.

Museum - has previously bought works from the prestigious Alabasta gallery. Robin works as a curator and researcher there.

The yami - dive bar run by Blackbeard

The coast(East Coast)

Impel Down- High security prison located on an island off the coast

Enies Lobby- an old mansion island now used for major celebrity and political events

The big top - an amusement park and circus located on the boardwalk. Run by Buggy. Alvida runs the big top in his absence.

Buggy is the primary informant in the city and also works as a clown at the local hospital to cheer up the patients and gather information.

The Barto Club - a bar and exclusive club dedicated to the strawhats gang. Run by Bartolomeo. Invitation only.

The Polar Tang- Luxury Yacht that Is outfitted with a full medical infirmary owned by the Hearts

Outskirts

Cocoyasi orchards - citrus farm owned by Nami’s family run by Nojiko

Baltago Cafe - front for the revolutionary army, an anarchistic group opposing the government. Koala is their head barista. Militia operations run by Dragon. Sabo is a member.

Feel free to use this as inspiration or setting for any fanfic or art just tag me so I can check it out!

#one piece #one piece modern au #modern au #one piece writing #straw hat pirates #red haired pirates #beast pirates #big mom pirates #whitebeard pirates #heart pirates #trafalgar d water law #one piece shanks #big mom #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #one piece headcanons