KINKTOBER DAY 9 - LITTLE MERMAID AU WITH MATTHEW JOY
Pairing.| Matthew Joy x fem!reader
Summary.| You’re fascinated by the human world and fall in love with a sailor from afar. When you save him, you’re desperate to be united with him. A sea witch offerings a proposition too good for your fairytale ending. If only you listened to how cruel the human world could be.
Warnings.| Noncon, dubcon, outdoor sex, groping, fingering, p in v, Matthew isn’t a nice guy, naive reader.
Word count.| 3.5k
Notes.| Today was meant to be another story but I didn’t finish it in time HAHAH
The human world fascinated you. Most importantly, a particular human in general. It was a feeling you’d never experienced before, a sensation your friends would tell tales of during your childhood, love.
On a lonely night, you spotted the bottom of the ship. The mixture of curiosity and adrenaline fueled your blood yet again and you swam up towards the surface. With your head poked out of the water, the sounds of humans celebrating their successions echoed through your eardrums. In complete awe, you watched them laugh and sway to their sounds of music.
However, a certain human caught your attention. He sat on the edge of the ship, his legs dangling above you as he drank his rum alone. He admired the moonlight and inhaled deeply. The lights illuminated his face hidden behind his shaggy brunette hair, he was gorgeous. You felt almost compelled to call out to him, just to look into his eyes. But before you fell into that temptation, someone shouted “Matthew lad! Come over here!” and he quickly finished his drink and disappeared from your sight.
Matthew. That name sounded so dreamy, so fitting, so desiring. You found yourself following the ship for days, cautiously capturing a glimpse of him every now and again. His voice sounded just as graceful. A deep accent of masculinity and husky. The clothing he wore made him look so handsome, you enjoyed the cream shirts that covered his chest.
But one night, the thunderstorm brewed in the sky like a pot of stew over a fire pit. The rain poured in every direction, the gusts of wind could throw you meters in a different direction. The sky cracked, flashing white as you shot out of the water. You stared up to the ship, swaying over the waves. The shouts and demands of humans were drowned out by the vicious rain and piercing winds. You followed after the ship, watching fearfully as you observed the men try to keep a hold of the ship.
You gasped out as you saw him tumble over the edge, smacking arms first into the water. You shot down into the water after him. He sank so gracefully, his body folded in as the depths of the ocean tried to consume him. You swam up rapidly, your arms latched onto his upper body as you inclined up the surface. There was no point in trying to capture the humans attention, you needed to get Matthew safely to shore, away from the sea.
So you swam in the same direction of the ship. It was a struggle to keep his head up from the water. You whimpered and mumbled to yourself, fearing the worst if you didn’t make it quick enough. You were considered a faster swimmer than most mermaids, but you had no idea how far land was, if land was even nearby yet. But the lights in the distance gave you hope.
As you swam him to shore and wriggled yourself up as far as safely possible on the shore, he laid unconscious underneath you. The storm remained deep in the sea, only a light shower impacted the land. The beach was empty, the sun crept up from the horizon.
You couldn’t help but to admire him up close, your hand rested over his chest as he laid still, your head tilted at the thudding motion in his torso. Matthew had these small scars over his cheek and upper lip. For some reason you found yourself singing to him, a common siren melody as you caressed his chest. His eyes fluttered open, he murmured out gibberish before coughing out the sea water.
You panicked, eyes shooting down to your tail as he spat out as much salt water as possible. As you tried to scoot down to the water, his arms latched onto your upper body. Still mumbling gibberish, his weak blue eyes tried to jump start his consciousness. It would have been easy to slap off his hold, his strength was that weak, but you found your logic drained by him.
After a few heavy blinks, his rough hand cupped your face, he smiled weakly at you. Instantly, he pressed his lips against yours, yours instinctively opened. Both of your lips danced with each other, the corners of your lips widened as his tongue swam into your mouth. Suddenly, he slumped back onto the shore, you hand pressed against his chest, still rising and falling. As you caught your breath, you saw the shining light grow closer, shouts of men echo through the sky, you retreated back into the sea before they could reach you.
The days turned tortuous, you often stalked the island in hopes of seeing him, but never did. The ship he voyeured on was at the docks, so you prayed that they found him and would take him home. You needed to find him, you needed to make sure he was okay.
The anxiety and dread pooled inside of you, what if he passed away shortly after. Every hour you relived the memory of your kiss, it was a firework show of passion.
Days later, you watched the ship depart back into the sea. You followed it for hours, getting every chance to look out for him, but you couldn’t find him. As you followed the ship for weeks, months even, you found yourself in a much different climate. When you almost gave up hope, you smiled as you saw him again, he was sitting on the edge of the ship. This time you felt far more anxious that he’d tumble in, but the sea was calm tonight, sky clear. His ocean eyes looked into the sea, a drink in his hand as he thought to himself. You couldn’t be more relieved that he was alive and healthy, but brutally reminded of the distance between you.
You wondered if he remembered you. If he remembered your passionate kiss. Perhaps it was a recurring dream in his mind, like it was to you. Or maybe he had no memory at all, of the situation, of you.
Your world felt like it ended when the ship docked at a port, all of the men were welcomed by others, you knew Matthew was home. It was unknown if he was greeted by another, a woman in your worst case scenario, he disappeared in the school of humans.
Days after, there was no sign of Matthew, you knew he was gone, it was over. How foolish were you, to even believe that there was a possibility, any possibility of blossoming love? You sulked as you swam, in no particular direction. There was no desire to go back home, seemingly no desire to live anymore.
The eels caught your attention, they swam circles around you slowly, you stopped in your tracks. Their gold eyes beamed into you, you felt compelled to follow them deep into the depths of the sea, there was no fear in your system, hardly any emotion whatsoever. As you swam into a tunnel, you observed the rare daggers of coral that spiked out from the walls, the tunnel grew smaller the deeper you swam, the eels now vanished.
“Come to me, my child” a deep feminine voice echoed.
Your stomach tightened, you stopped momentarily but believed that there was no turning back now. The arms of seaweed tried to wrap around your body, but you brushed them off. As you entered the cave, you saw multiple tentacles squirm out from a dark hole. There were exploding gusts of steam that filled the room. To your prediction, a sea witch emerged before you, echoing your name as she smirked at you.
“Do you know why I summoned you here?” she questioned bluntly, but her eyes were dripping with excitement.
“I interacted with a human” you confessed, not a sound of regret or guilt in your tone.
She snorted towards you as her tentacles crawled closer to you.
“Do you know the punishment for such a crime?” she asked, leaking sarcasm.
“Death” you whispered, your head lowered in shame.
There were rumors that sea witches' eyes were connected to the water, but you did not believe it. How stupid you had been to think that you could have gotten away from this.
“Well, good thing I don’t care for justice and order” she informed, a cheeky grin flashed at you.
An eyebrow cocked as you watched her glide around you, her tentacles teased you by wrapping around your tail.
“Then, why summon me here?” you dared to ask. She swam back over to the other side of the cave, her back turned towards you.
“I may know a way to get you to the human world” she answered.
“Really?” you gasped, you could scream at this very moment.
“Yes, to the human world” she repeated, those reassuring words echoed down your eardrums.
Your eyes widened with excitement as you found yourself swimming after her. A devilish smirk locked onto her lips as she admired your look of eagerness. The back of her hand ran down your cheek, you were beautiful indeed. Oh what a shame it would be when you were ruined.
“Please! I’ll do anything!” you pleaded.
“I warn you now, little half fish… Humans ain’t all they seem… They’re not harmless creatures, some are damn right evil” she explained.
You shook your head at her accusation.
“No, you don’t understand, the human I met, well, saved… He was utterly beautiful! I’ve never seen a more captivating creature in my life!”
“Hmgh, the eyes lie…” she snorted.
“No! Not him, I want to be part of his world” you confessed.
A burster of euphoria exploded in you, you swam up to the ceiling as you dropped back down. It couldn’t be more disgusting in the sea witch’s purple eyes, she rolled them dramatically as she swam towards a table covered in potions. Her tentacles poured vials into a conical flask. The liquids formed as a sparkling gold, almost for dramatic effect, it popped alive, the steam lingered up.
“You’ll be able to reverse the spell only for three days. If he is, this one of yours… You’ll stay human forever after the sun sets on the third day. If not, all you have to do is swim back into the depths of the ocean to return back to your true body before said day. But then I’ll have to deliver your punishment for human interaction” she warned.
In reality, the spell was irreversible. But the sea witch was only able to capture the souls of the self-murders. To be able to hear your sounds of suffocation, the sensation of the waters pooling into your lungs as you prayed for the pain to be over, was her deep true desire.
“I’m certain I won’t” you replied confidently.
“However, there is a catch…” her voice trailed, a wicked chuckle followed.
“Which is?” you frowned.
“You’ll lose your voice” she answered.
“My voice! But- How will I be able to tell him that I saved-”
“You’ll have your looks, your pretty face, a new profound body language…” she grinned.
“But I need my voice!”
“Look kid, the spell is for human legs. Just because you have the upper body of a human, doesn’t mean the anatomy is cell for cell. You speak through waves. They speak through airflow. Have you ever spoken above the surface? You think they’re able to speak underwater?” She questioned, a dissatisfied expression locked on. The lie worked perfectly as you naively stared at her.
“But you don’t-”
“Trust me, men don’t like a lot of blabber. Girls who gossip are bores. On land it’s much preferred for women not to say a word. It’s she who holds her tongue who gets the man” she smirked, her slithering tongue rolled over her sharp teeth.
You gulped down your dreadful thoughts. This was the only chance you had at being with him. He had seen you, he would remember who you are, you were certain of it.
“Okay, I’ll do it” you nodded.
“Stupid, stupid fish” she muttered under her breath.
She swirled the vial, you gladly took it and the potion smelt sweet. There was only a second of consideration, she laughed evilly as you downed the golden potion. You gasped for air, but the water filled your altering lungs. A sudden hole cracked open, you looked up as the light shined upon you.
“Swim!” she shouted.
It all occurred in a flash, it felt like a dream. You weren’t even swimming, the current dragged you with it. Your body glowed as your tail firstly split into two. The flashing lights blurred your vision, air pumped through your bloodstream. Within a blink, you were desperately swimming to shore, your mouth gasping for breath as you saw the beach ripple in your sight.
You gasped for air as you rushed up as north of the shore as possible. You spat out the salt water, the usual taste and texture tasting rather salty and feeling thick on your tongue. It was instinct for you to move your newly formed legs, however your limbs were weak and you struggled to keep them composed, eventually you ended up pulling yourself up by your upper body.
As you took heavy breaths of air, you could feel your lungs pump inside of you, for the first time ever. Your eyes stung, body shivered from the cold water, however the warm rays of sun eased your discomfort slightly. However, when you looked down at your human body, you gasped out silently in horror. You were naked, a wave of embarrassment crashed over you as you tried to hide your body. Fortunately, there was an old ripped piece of sail cloth washed up on the sand, you crawled over it and twisted your body around the material.
As you looked around the empty beach, the sudden sounds of barking frightened you. In the distance, an unknown figure seemed to grow larger, it took too long of a moment for you to realize that this creature was charging towards you.
“Kneel Tanner!” that familiar voice roared.
Your body shivered as you curled up into a ball, your face buried in the sand.
“Miss!” the seductive voice called out “What are you doing out here? Were you in a shipwreck?” He sounded worried. “Let me help you” he exhaled and pulled you up to your feet.
The cloth fell from your body as you looked at him, your human. But you were too hypnotized from his beauty to care about your appearance. Shamelessly, you smiled widely at him, your body inched closer to him as you tried to balance your stance, his hands rested on your hips to support you.
“Fuck…” Matthew muttered, his hands trailing over your glistering skin, eyes lingering over your exposed breasts.
It was him, he was here, this was destiny. You smiled at him so widely, as if you enjoyed his moving touch. Matthew smirked at you, his tongue rolled over the cut on his lower lip, your eyes were fixated on his yellow teeth, they looked like tiny pieces of coral.
“You like that, aye?” Matthew murmured, his hands massaged the sides of your rear.
You nodded your head and pushed your upper body up to kiss him, exactly the way that he kissed you. Matthew stilled, only for a quick moment, then he moaned into your mouth, his body quickly mounted you onto the sand.
Even though the sea witch warned you otherwise, you still attempted to talk to him, but it just resulted in you making out with him in a sloppy manner. His hands gripped at your outer thighs, whilst his erection quickly grew in his pants. As you silently chuckled, your hands ran through his greasy blonde streaked hair.
Kissing was weird, but you couldn’t help but to feel drawn to it. The friction it created in your core caused your hips to raise up. Daringly, his hands moved towards your lower region.
“Like this?” He cocked his head to you as his hand roughly pressed against your newly formed cunt.
You gasped out, your hands shooting down pushing his hand away. That felt wrong, despite how pleasuring it was. Matthew tutted and forced his hand back over your glistering pussy, your lip trembled as you couldn’t help but to moan out, a surprising sound echoed out of your mouth.
“Hey, hey… It’s okay, I’m gentle” Matthew assured through a raspy tone. He could feel your body tremble from fear and he exhaled out, his hand still rubbing over your folds. “Where are you from?” he asked, not exactly caring in the moment, only wanting to distract your torment.
You opened your mouth to speak, but pouted when only dry, rough sounds rolled out. The attempt to speak got your throat sore, you needed to hydrate yourself desperately. Matthew grinned at you, it reassured you slightly, but you didn’t realize how sinister it truly was.
“Don’t speak? That’s alright, don’t needa do that around me” Matthew purred, his nose rubbed over your heated face as he forced a digit inside of you.
You mewled out quietly, your eyes swelled with tears from the pain as he pumped his thick finger in and out of your clenching walls. Matthew huffed out in arousal, his eyes now pools of desire, sounds of lust lingered through his teeth.
“Fuck, you’re as tight as a virgin… Shit, are you one?” Matthew’s brows furrowed, he rubbed himself with his free hand.
You nodded your head at him rapidly, not entirely sure what he was asking, Matthew groaned out and quickly freed his aching cock. There was no more time to waste, Matthew needed to claim you now.
“Fuuckkkkk. Okay, okay… I’ll try to take it slow” Matthew promised as he lined his tip up with your entrance.
You gulped down your fears, his hand pressed your shoulder into the sand to stabilize himself. Without warning, he tried to push himself inside of you, you screeched out as loudly as you could, which really wasn’t that loud at all. The tears spilled down your cheeks, your legs thrashed around as you heaved. Matthew pinned your legs down as he grunted out, determined to get his cock inside of you.
“Fuck! You’re- you’re so fucking-!” Matthew stammered, his nostrils flared as he tried to bury himself completely inside of you.
It took a while, with plenty of moments of him laying flat on top of you, hoping that your walls would ease up to his size. You panted underneath him, his weight was crushing you, the desperate attempts to push his weight off of you was already pointless. Gently, his hips inched back and forward as his size finally disappeared inside of you. The full feeling had you crying, you believed he was going to rip you in half. All Matthew had to do was turn his head to the side to keep his guilt at bay, for your looks of sorrow tugged at his heart stings.
As his thrusts got bigger, he crashed his lips back onto yours. It helped ease the pain, kissing him, the distraction was necessary for you to make it through this. The words of the sea witch taunted you, how humans were evil beings, you were so foolish. Now you had to pay the consequences, you needed to get back into the water as soon as possible.
“You’re okay, doing so well sweetheart… My name is Matthew by the way” Matthew smiled at you innocently, as if he wasn’t taking complete advantage of you.
But the softness in his smile made you want to please him, so you smiled back and nodded your head towards him. Then, his lips pressed against yours again, softly, gently, lovingly. As your arms wrapped around his back to hold him close to you, Matthew cried out, his movements stilled, you gasped at the feeling of a warm fluid shooting deep into your tunnel. Your head snapped down whilst Matthew grumbled to himself, his head hung down as his stiff figure slowly softened. The sensation terrified you.
Matthew rolled off of you, his cock flung out onto his dirty shirt and he exhaled, a satisfied grin on his lips. The fact that you couldn’t talk made you seem like you could be the perfect housewife for him. You wouldn’t be able to fight back, not that he ever wanted to argue with you anyways. Seeing you had felt like a miracle, he had been longing for a wife and now that he’d claimed you, no other man would want you.
The fear weighed heavy on you as you processed everything. This was your chance, you needed to get back into the damn water. As he laid carelessly, you winced as your core stung, legs felt like jelly. But nevertheless, you still attempted to crawl your way to the shore. But Matthew’s head snapped up, his brows furrowed and eyes narrow.
“Hey, where are you going?” Matthew mumbled as he slipped his softening cock back into his pants. His hands wrapped around your ankles and you tugged back towards him, you silently mewled. “I need to take you back to mine… It ain’t safe for you out here, don’t want any man taking advantage of you…” he cooled as he brought you into his arms. As he did so, you sniffled and latched onto him.
Book Recommendations Based on Cillian Murphy's Characters! | Pt. 1?
These are all books that I've read and associate with Cillian's characters. Just because I include a book does not mean I completely agree/condone anything in them... they just remind me of the character. Characters included:
Crane
Jim
Matthew Joy
Killick
Raymond
Neil
Lenny Miller
Fischer
Let me know which books you’d recommend and which character’s recommendations you like the best!
Summary: The Essex has taken your ship and its crew. The captain finds out your secret.
Warnings: Dub-con (Virginity loss/Rough/Creampie)
im a little high and horny so happy third post of kinktober <3
The wind was unforgiving, as always. If it weren’t for the leather gloves covering your hands, your skin would’ve been broken by the sheer pull of the ropes that held the sails taut. Your hat nearly flew away. The rest of the crew scrambled around the ship to assess the damage.
From what you could see, the bow had caught fire from the blast and what was a small hole now threatened to sink the entire ship. The attackers, another whaling ship that flew the flag of Great Britain in the front and a black flag in the rear, already had their hooks in the hull of your ship.
Water was already seeping into the lower regions of the ship and it was only a matter of time before you all were submerged underwater. Your captain blew the whistle. The instrument was a precaution just in case of a situation like this one. It only meant one thing: All crew were to meet on the deck and prepare for the inevitable.
Cautiously, you let go of the rope and watched as the sail blew away into the sea. They had warned you of an event like this and dying at sea was only a crazy, yet rational fear until now. You climbed down the pole and stood on the deck with the rest of your crew.
You couldn’t thank these men enough. They treated you like you were no different than them. Dying next to them would be an honor.
The attacking ship’s crew began to climb onto your ship with large guns in their hands. More advanced than you had ever seen in your lifetime. The man held up his gun, pointed at your captain, and shot. Bits of blood and gore splattered along the deck and on your uniforms. Your crew stayed still.
The other man pointed the gun at the rest of you and pointed to their own ship. Carefully, you followed the man’s instructions and gathered on the deck of the other ship, watching your ship sink along with the remains of your poor captain.
You knelt in a line, the other ship’s captain standing in front of you all with his arms folded behind his back. “Welcome aboard the Essex. My name is Captain Matthew Joy and you will address me as such. Now, our ship cannot accommodate all of you, prisoner or not.”
He stands in front of the man at the end of the lineup. “Stand.” This was the cook. Even if you never particularly anticipated his meals, he was still a good man and a fine addition to the crew. He saved the end pieces of the loaves of bread for you on the occasion that you had fresh bread.
Captain Joy eyed the cook down. “Strip.” The guns were still aimed at him as he began to unbutton his uniform and drop the clothing until he stood bare in front of the Captain. “What are your skills?”
“Kitchen, sir.”
One by one, you watch your crewmates get undressed and assessed, then thrown off of the ship. You notice his shoes stop in front of you and you slowly rise to your feet. He raised a brow, noticing your features. “Skills?”
“I work the sails.” You interlock your hands together behind your back, trying to be as proper as possible.
He narrowed his eyes. “Tell the truth.”
You shed your jacket, maintaining eye contact with him. “That is the truth.”
His eyes surveyed you. There was no way something your size would be able to handle the brutal job of maintaining the sails of a ship that size. That position was reserved for men twice your size...not a young boy, in his opinion. "Off with your clothes, then."
The act could only last a few seconds more as you stripped yourself of your outerwear, then shirt and pants, leaving you exposed. Under the outfit, there was reasonable doubt that you were a man. Without it, your breasts perked from the touch of the frigid sea air, and your womanhood couldn't be mistaken for anything else. You kept a cold stare on the captain, waiting to see how fast he would order you off the ship.
"Colour me surprised, love. Quite the beauty was hiding under all of those rags." He smirks, shamelessly checking out your body and reaching out to touch your collarbone. "A sweet thing like you really worked the sails? Or were you keen on more...indoor activities?"
He laughed, along with the crewmates of his ship. Your crew felt less fear for themselves and more for your safety. You knew all too well the dangers of being a woman all alone with men on a ship in the middle of the ocean. They did their best to protect you and treat you just the same.
"Get rid of the rest however you'd like." He took your arm and pulled you down the stairs to the quarters. His was the largest, as he was the captain. Secluded from all of the other men.
He shut the door behind the both of you and led you to sit on the edge of the bed. "They're good men. Good sailors. It would be a waste to kill them."
He pushed some of your hair behind your ear and cooed teasingly. "Don't worry about them, sweet thing. All that matters is that you're alive and you're job won't be with the sails any longer."
"What's my job, then?" A part of you knew already, but it needed to come from his mouth, in his words.
His soft smile had a sinister edge to it. "Serve the crew meals in the galley...and service them when they desire."
There it was. Exactly what you feared when you signed up to join the ship in the first place. Your luck had run out exponentially.
You kept your gaze on the floorboards, seemingly rotting within the ship as he stood on it. "I won't be able to do that as well as you hope."
"Why's that? Any whore can do the job just fine." He reached for the trousers of his uniform. You could already see the way his erection strained against the fabric. Men at sea typically only had their hands to work with unless they fancied other men.
You shook your head. "I'm not a whore. I'm a sailor. And I've...never done anything like that."
He quirked a brow, grinning now. It didn't stop him from freeing his cock. How was that going to fit? "Not only do I get to fuck a pretty girl, but I get to claim her as my own. I can't promise I'll be gentle when I deflower you."
You could barely react to his words before he pushed you back to lay on the bed, already straddling your hips and positioning his leaking tip in front of your entrance. He was far from unattractive and in any other circumstance, you might consider marrying a man that had his looks and confidence.
Now, you braced yourself as your walls stretched to accommodate his length. His hot breath burned against your neck as he pushed further inside and groaned in pure bliss. "Been months since I had pussy. Never had it this tight."
It wasn't supposed to hurt like this, right? If it felt so good for the man, then why did it feel like he was splitting you open just by being inside of you? Maybe the pleasure would come later, though it didn't feel like that later was anywhere close. You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock dragging against your walls, antagonizingly slow to make sure your pain was prolonged. Or, that's how it seemed.
"Fuck. Consider your cherry popped. Now, it's my turn." He pushed his entire weight on top of you and started to thrust faster as if he had a time limit. His tip repeatedly tapped so deeply into you, that what you think might've been an orgasm was coiling within your stomach.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you weren't sure if they were of pain or pleasure. He didn't bother to check if you were enjoying it, only focusing on getting as deep as he possibly could.
When the thrusts became more...quick, that's when you felt it. A warm sensation deep inside of you. He sucked on your neck and moaned, softly thrusting again to push his seed back into you. "Forget what I said about being the ship's whore. You're only mine now."
