#Tie Me To the Mast

[carolinanadeau]

note to self: do not fly too close to the sun

[jayjaymorgan]

Tie Me To the Mast - Chapter IV

Author’s Note : Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

TW : animal death, mentions of blood

“How’s it looking’?” Tech looked up at the woman standing next to him, squinting in the harsh sunlight as she tried to get a better look at his work. He moved to the side, allowing her to sit down on the sand next to him before answering. “Not my finest work...” he said, motioning at the wooden structure. “But it should hold. I still have to test it, see if the planks fit.” “Fit?” another voice inquired, this one belonging to a blonde girl. She cocked her head to the side, furrowing her brows. “But they do fit?” “Well, they do. For now.” Tech turned around to face his little sister, who appeared to be more confused with each passing second. “I’ll try to put it simply : wood, after being exposed to water, can expand or swell. It can crack and start leaking, if we’re not careful. We need a special kind of wood, one that is less prone to swelling.” “Oohh...” Omega nodded her head before going quiet, shifting in her spot as she did. Tech, knowing the girl all too well, let out a sigh, put down his tools and turned to face her, preparing himself for the countless questions. “Ask away.” “Is that why you got Wrecker to cut down the...” she stopped, trying to remember something. “The...” “The mahogany tree?" “Yes! That!” the girl lit up at the word she was searching for. “And how do you test, to see if it fits?” “We take the boat for a test drive.” Tech answered. “We’ll swim around the bay, see what will happen. Then, I will make necessary adjustments.” Omega kept nodding her head as he spoke, her eyes wandering around, stopping on the box of tools that laid on the sand. Her brows furrowed as she pointed at one of the tools. “What’s that?” she inquired, cocking her head to the side. “That’s an adze.” “A what now?” “Adze.” he repeated. Omega crouched down to take a better look at the weird, ax like tool : the blade was horizontal, rather than vertical. “I can use it to cut grooves in the wood, smooth beams, cut plans from a felled tree...” the man said, as he took off his glasses and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “...I need to sharpen it, once I find the damned whetstone.” “Tech!” the woman, who has been watching the interaction, chimed in to scold the carpenter, while giving him a death glare. “Don’t. Nuh uh. Not in front of the kids.” She got up and dusted off her pants, before taking Omega’s hand and leading her away. The girl scrunched up her face in annoyance, pouting, wanting to argue with her sister that she is no longer a small child, but she decided against that. Zhiva could feel her companion’s anger, as she glanced down at the girl with a sympathetic smile. “Hey, how about we go with Sinbad to the forest?” she proposed, trying to cheer the girl up. “I’m sure he would love to go on a walk, don’t you think?” Omega nodded, a smile making its way onto her face. She hasn’t had the chance to explore the bay, as everyone was busy with setting camp and repairing the ship, herself included. Their little escapade could serve as a nice and much needed break from all the chaos, so, they headed for the tree line, with their loyal, canine companion in toe. As they stepped into the woods, it was like they were transported to a different world. The sounds of axes and human chatter was drowned out by the singing of birds and the rustling of the leaves. Small twigs snapped under their shoes as they walked down a small path, one made by animals and wild game. Sin lead the way, stopping every few meters to sniff a bush or to glance back at his companions’, as if to make sure that they’re still following. The older of the two would point out different plants and animals, naming them and explaining their usefulness, while Omega nodded her head, fascinated. “You see that green one? With the yellow flowers and serrated edges?” the woman asked, as she pointed at a plant. “Can you name it?” Omega smirked at the obvious test confidently, as she knew the answer. “Aloe vera.” she said proudly. “It’s used to treat burns, cuts and other skin irritations.” Zhiva nodded her head. “Very good!” she exclaimed. “And... how about that one?”

The girl looked up, squinting as the sunlight broke through the leaves and made it hard to look at the tree her sister has pointed out. She shielded her eyes and groaned, trying to make out the details. “...neem?” she more asked than stated, looking back at her older sister. “Yep.” Zhiva nodded her head before moving along. “I’m glad that you paid attention and read the book I gave you.” They continued their walk, talking and laughing, while Sinbad ran around, chasing small animals through the bushes and barking happily. As they walked deeper into the forest, the air started to change. It felt cooler, and the sun wasn’t as harsh, bringing much needed relief to their sun kissed faces. The trees grew close together, forming a dense canopy above their heads. Suddenly, Zhiva stopped, turning her head to the side as she listened to something intently. “What is it?” Omega asked, looking up at her sister. “Shh...” the woman hushed her, holding her finger up to her lips. “I think we’re getting closer to a river, or a stream.” She was right : as they walked, the distant sound of rushing water got louder and louder. Soon enough, a small clearing revealed itself to the two, a small stream running through it. The water was crystal clear, glistening in the sun, the sound of it rushing over the rocks soothing and tranquillizing. Sin rushed to the stream and lapped up the water, before sneezing and snorting when it got into his nose. He coughed and sneezed again, which prompted the girl to laugh out loud. Zhiva joined, her laugh echoing through the forest, bouncing off of trees and scaring the nearby birds as they took flight. The two then sat down on the ground, taking off their shoes and dipping their feet in the water, slightly shuddering at how cold it was. The woman let out a sigh of relief, laying down in the lush, green grass. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and making herself comfortable, as the leaves of the tree she was sitting under shielded her from the sun. She could hear Omega splashing in the water with Sin, playing a game of catch with a stick. Soon, the sound of running water and the singing of birds lulled her into a peaceful slumber, one that would be soon interrupted by Omega sneaking up on her and splashing her with ice cold water.

…

Somewhere, in the deeper parts of the woods, Hunter came across a trail of a small group of deer. “Fish, rabbits... now deer.” He murmured to himself with a smile. “We won’t go hungry.” He got up from the ground, to take a closer look at the tree trunk, or rather, at the strand of brown fur that was embedded in the bark. The animal must have rubbed against the trunk while passing by. The man could see hoof prints in the dirt, along with broken branches in the nearby bushes. The inner bark was still fresh. The twigs have been broken very recently, fifteen, maybe twenty minutes ago. He adjusted his bow and started following the trail, keeping low, placing his feet carefully, one after the other, moving soundlessly through the dense jungle. He quickened his pace, as he ventured deeper and deeper into the woods, where the trees became thicker and taller. With the sun already setting and the shadows getting longer, he knew he had to hurry up. He didn’t want to make the trip back in complete darkness, especially through a forest he wasn’t familiar with. Who knew what creatures stalked these woods. With his hands clenched firmly around his weapon, he pressed on, his eyes scanning his surroundings. The trail was now thicker and fresher, he was getting close. From what he could see in the prints left in the dirt, the group of deer he was following consisted of at least three animals, if not four.

His heart sped up when he saw movement up ahead.

Quietly and very, very slowly, he crouched down and reached for an arrow. The familiar texture of the feathered vane under his fingers brought him a sense of calmness and confidence.

Keeping his body low and his weapon at the ready, he crawled through the bushes and hid behind a tree, a small opening revealing itself to him. Three deer, a young buck and a pair of does, grazing carelessly, unaware of the danger. Hunter’s gaze focused on the buck. It was smaller than the other two, it would be much easier to carry it back to the camp on his own, while still big enough to last the whole crew for a few days. He drew back the bowstring, squinting his eyes as he took aim. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly, ignoring the pang of guilt he felt for taking a life of a such beautiful creature, he released the arrow. With an audible whistle, it flew through the air and hit the target dead on, the bladed tip burrowing deep into the flesh, reaching the heart and stopping it within a blink of an eye. The buck’s legs kicked out from under it, a startled yell emanating from its chest as its body instinctively lunged forward, before falling to the ground limply. Its legs twitched as the muscles spasm, before going limp. The two does jolted upright, taking off and quickly disappearing into the forest. The man watched as the deer fled, before focusing on the fallen buck before him. The silence that followed the shot was eerie, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds. He felt a mix of relief and sadness over him. Relief that the shot was clean and quick, ensuring minimal suffering for the animal. But sadness, because he understood the weight of taking a life, even for survival. With a sigh, Hunter approached the lifeless body of the deer, kneeling down and running his hand gently along the sleek fur, muttering a few words of apology. He then took out the arrow, wiped it clean in the grass and slid it back into the quiver. The bladed tip was slightly chipped, but the arrow itself was still useful. He then hoisted the buck up and over his shoulders, groaning under the weight as it pressed him down. He took a deep breath, adjusted his grip and began to make his way back. The journey seemed longer on the return, with the heavy carcass slung over his shoulders bearing down on his tired muscles. He was forced to take short breaks every now and then, to catch his breath and adjust his grip, the bloodied fur staining his clothes. Night has descended by the time he reached the beach, the campfire flickering and crackling in the distance. The scent of burning wood greeted him, mingling with the earthy smell of the forest on his skin. His brothers and sisters, huddled around the fire, talking and laughing quietly, all turned their heads when Sin stood up and barked at the approaching man, his tail wagging excitedly. Their tired faces lit up with relief, at seeing Hunter back, safe and sound, from his lonely voyage. With a weary smile, the hunter laid the buck down, its lifeless body juxtaposed against the crackling flames. “Good job, Hunter.” Obi-Wan said, patting the man on the shoulder. “We’ll take care of ‘im. Go wash up.” He nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. He was way too exhausted to dress the animal. He washed his mud and blood caked hands in the river, scrubbing the gunk off before sitting down next to the fire, tiredly leaning on Wrecker. His brother smiled at the gesture, before wrapping his arm around him, to keep him from falling over. As the night grew colder and the stars blinked above, the crew started retiring to their respective tents, wishing each other good night. With the fire burning low and the smell of roasting venison disappearing as the wind picked up, Hunter, too, went to lay his head down. He didn’t even bother to change into some clean clothes, which were still covered with mud and dark, dried blood. One would recoil at the thought of doing so, but to him, it was as natural as breathing. He was a hunter, after all. He took a life to give life, and would continue to do so for as long as needed.

In the depths of the woods, he knew he would continue to navigate this delicate dance of death and sacrifice, doing what was necessary to ensure their existence.

[chaosmagetwin]

Y'all, I keep seeing HDG posts pop up on my feed, and I can feel it calling me like a fucking siren. I know if I read it, it'll be fucking OVER for me, because I can feel it. I'm not going to be normal about it. I already know I'd be a floret, and I already know I'd enjoy the fucking space lesbian aliens who treat you nice and domme you and everything.

The problem! The fucking! PROBLEM!!! is that I know! It's going to hurt me! I know! It's going to fucking make me yearn my goddamn heart out, and then it's going to be over, and I'll be inside HDG with no way out.

Someone called it info-hazardous material for transfolk, and I can feel the radioactivity from here, read the many warning signs left by past transfolk going "Ah shit, they weren't lying, them broccoli women do be fascinating, now I yearn for the domestication mines", hear the loud buzzing from my geiger counter.

I give myself a week before I give in and read it.

[edamamefiend]

it was too dark to see if it was still there on my way home but i felt her presence like a sirens song

bottle of poppers laying on the train tracks like a damsel in distress. Sad!

[stormyoceans]

the contrast between these two pictures is insane. their serious expressions giving way to the brightest of smiles is insane. the two of them standing on opposite sides facing each other at first and now being right next to each other on the same side is insane. the darkness slowly turning into light is insane. i am insane

[violetsiren90]

Who is??

I’m not convinced that Hyunjin isn’t a siren

[bright-thehawksflight]

You know at first I didn't believe it when fiber artists on tumblr would tell me to be wary of the fiber art slippery slope. And yet. I hear the siren call of the spindle. Fellow crafters help me resist. Tie me to the fucking mast. Please.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, dubcon, coercion, bullying

fem reader

Your bully says he’s always been curious about what it’s like to fuck a geeky good girl like you—and that he’ll leave you if you let him have a taste.

You knew he was probably mostly joking when he offered… but you were sick and tired and perhaps a little desperate for the chance of him finally leaving you alone—so you balled your fists within his shirt, dragged him inside an empty classroom, and told him he could do whatever he wanted.

You don’t know who was more surprised.

He never knew you to be so brazen—but it’s not like you’re some blushing virgin, either.

You have experience. However, most of that experience is with nicer guys… not someone like him…

It’s not like you expected him to go easy on you, but still…

You bruise against the desk he has you bent over on—dewy-faced and panting, lying cheek-down in your own drool as he fucks full-chested moans right out of you. He snickers when your thighs shake, whistling with a grin when feeling your tight cunt flutter around him—slick dripping to the floor in a little puddle.

“You’re so wet it’s embarrassing.” He laughs.

He’s got your arms tussled behind your back, using your shirt as bindings—having balled your skirt up around your waist in two tight fists, knuckles white while using it to keep you still as he pounds into you with a mean snap of his hips. 

Your heart drops when you hear a rip. A second time when, you feel his movements still, and a thick warmth starts to fill you.

“Ah—fuck—don’t squeeze so tight—I’m ‘bout to—” He grunts, but it’s already too late once he pulls out.

Panting heavily as his cock drips with the last drop—hunched over—his eyes fall to your glossy cunt, half-mast while staring at the way his cum slowly leaks out of the still-fluttering little hole. 

He feels a cute-aggressive urge to slap it but doesn’t want to get his hand all sticky.

He pulls his pants up instead, only bothering to button his shirt up halfway, tie hanging loosely around his neck. Anyone with eyes could guess what he’d been doing with his sweaty hair and that flushed look on his face.

And yet he starts leaving without a care or a word. 

Already halfway out the door before you get your wits back.

“No—wait!” You warble, unknotting your sleeves to wrap your shirt around you. “You can’t leave me like this—my skirt…” You hold the tattered piece up for him to see, showing him the tear he’d made, rendering it unwearable.

His hand is still on the doorknob, only bothering to acknowledge you with a jaded look over his shoulder. “How’s that my problem?”

Your brows cinch that pitiful way it always does. That cute way that has his gut bubble and fizz. “Please…” You plead, and it’s almost enough to make his cock perk up again. “Just bring me a skirt from lost and found… please?”

He sighs—the door at his back as he leans against it with arms folded upon his chest. “Tch—and what's in it for me?”

You nibble your lip in thought—but you already know the answer. 

“I’ll be better at it next time—just... please?”

“Hm…” He hums in thought, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, tugged as if your words had pulled it with string. “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

The door closed with a click, and you were left in the classroom alone.

A few minutes passed. You doubted his return. 

You could always call a friend… but you didn’t want to get anyone into any trouble—calling them when they’re in class. Also, how would you even explain it to them? What type of person skips class to have sex in an empty classroom? Not to mention, they’d ask who you’d done it with—and there was just no way you could tell them. It’d be too embarrassing—you might just die—and if anyone else ever found out, he’d more likely kill you himself.

Well… suppose you could always make the run to Lost and Found yourself. The hallways should be mostly empty at this hour, but there’s really no guarantee. 

In the end, the thought of someone catching you in cum-soaked panties makes you hold onto all hope that your bully would return as he’d said.

And fifteen minutes later, he does. Black school skirt in one hand and strawberry milk in the other. Seemed he’d taken the time to stop at a vending machine.

But you don’t care. Breathing out a sigh of relief—gratitude on your lips as you leap over to him. “Thank you—” 

You eagerly accept the skirt—putting it on just as quickly.

He leans back against the door again, sipping his carton while watching you fall still with dismay. Humored at the pout that takes your lips as you look up at him with those pitiful doe-eyes.

“This is too short…”

He hides his smile with a tilt of his head. “Oh?” He grabs his jaw and pretends to assess your bottom half with focus. “Hmm… turn around, lemme see.”

You listen trustingly—as though you actually believe he cares. It almost makes him laugh out loud at how fucking gullible you are. But he keeps his act tight. Humming at the sight of the skirt only barely covering the crease of your cute ass.

“You’re right—something’s off.” He admits. 

You look back at him just in time to see his smirk before he grabs you. 

Keeping you still with an arm wrapped around your waist, he tips you over and grabs your panties—pulling them despite your body's protests as you wiggle in his hold. You cry as the fabric wedges up between your asscheeks, kicking your legs behind you until feeling it rip.

“There you go…” He coos while letting go of you, twirling the torn string in his hand. “Now it fits perfectly.”

He chuckles at the pretty tears clumped upon your lashes as you look at him with your lip tucked between your teeth until you finally get the grit to say what’s on the tip of your tongue.

“You’re an asshole.”

He sneers with a smile and bags your panties in his pocket—then turns around and opens the door. Leaving you worse off than before.

“Never said otherwise, buttercup.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Shinso, Kirishima

JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Toji

DS – Akaza, Sanemi

HQ – Kuro, Miya twins

[threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat]

@transvampireboyfriend

Happy Valentine's Day from Megan Thee Stallion ❣️

[solxamber]

Octavinelle, 9, Fluff! (a hint of comedy is also fine ^^)

Prompt: I see the stars in your eyes

Thank you in advance and for all the work you've made thus far, Sol! Happy holidays ✨️

thank you! and happy holidays <3

Flirting 101 || Azul Ashengrotto

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "I see the stars in your eyes" ; Genre: Fluff

Azul was always composed. A businessman, a planner, a dealmaker. He could handle chaos in Mostro Lounge, manage unruly customers, and sweet-talk his way out of nearly anything.

But when you were around, he somehow became a blubbering idiot.

"Are you a magician?" you asked, resting your chin on your palm as you watched him sort through contracts behind the Mostro Lounge counter.

Azul didn’t look up, but his pen paused mid-signature. "No," he replied cautiously.

"Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

The pen dropped. Azul’s hand twitched, and he slowly looked up, meeting your gaze like you’d just informed him the Lounge had been set on fire.

"Why would you say that?" he demanded, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"Because it’s true," you said with a grin.

Azul flushed so fast you were worried he might actually pass out. "Stop," he muttered, adjusting his glasses even though they didn’t need adjusting.

"Stop what?" you asked innocently.

"The—this. Whatever this is!" He gestured wildly at you like you were some kind of enigma he couldn’t solve.

"It’s called flirting, Azul," you said, standing up. "I know you’ve read about it in books."

Azul groaned, rubbing his temples. "Why are you like this?"

"Because I like you," you said, stepping closer. "Obviously."

He froze, his entire body going rigid. "You’re lying," he said weakly.

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, yeah, Azul, I’m lying about the fact that I can’t think straight when you’re in the room. It’s all an elaborate prank."

Azul looked at you, scandalized. "Why would you admit that so casually?"

"Because it’s true!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. "Do you think I spend my time dropping pick-up lines for anyone else? You’re special, you octopus dork!"

He opened his mouth to retort, but you didn’t give him a chance. "You know what, forget it," you said dramatically, stepping even closer. "I see the stars in your eyes, Azul Ashengrotto."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Azul’s face went so red you thought steam might actually start pouring out of his ears. He covered his face with both hands, groaning like you’d just physically knocked the air out of him.

"You—! That’s—!" He couldn’t form a complete sentence.

"Yes?" you prompted, grinning.

"Are you being serious?" he finally managed, peeking at you through his fingers.

"Of course, I’m serious!" you huffed. "I’ve been in love with you for ages! It’s not exactly subtle!"

Azul looked like he might combust. He let out a strangled noise and turned away, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath.

"Azul," you said softly, stepping around to face him. He was still hiding behind his hands.

You reached up, gently pulling them away, and he didn’t resist, though his eyes darted everywhere except to yours. "Look at me," you said, and his gaze reluctantly met yours.

"I love you," you said plainly. "Get over it."

Azul blinked. His lips parted, but no sound came out.

So, you kissed him.

His reaction was immediate. He froze, his hands gripping your arms as though he couldn’t believe this was happening. When you pulled back, his face was a spectacular shade of crimson.

"You’re the worst," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly.

"And you’re in love with me," you teased, smirking.

Azul groaned, covering his face again. "How am I supposed to go back to work after this?"

"Easy," you said, patting his cheek. "Just remember that your super cool, incredibly attractive partner is waiting for you."

Azul let out a defeated laugh, shaking his head. "You’re going to be the death of me."

"Not before I get to kiss you again," you retorted, grabbing his tie to pull him in for another kiss.

Masterlist

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Defense (of the internet) (from billionaires) in depth

Picks and Shovels is a new, standalone technothriller starring Marty Hench, my two-fisted, hard-fighting, tech-scam-busting forensic accountant. You can pre-order it on my latest Kickstarter, which features a brilliant audiobook read by Wil Wheaton.

The only way to truly billionaire-proof the internet is to a) abolish billionaires and b) abolish the system that allows people to become billionaires. Short of that, any levees we build will need constant tending, reinforcement, and re-evaluation.

That's normal. No security measure (including billionaire-proofing the internet) is a "set and forget" affair. Any time you want something and someone else wants the opposite, you are stuck in an endless game of attack and defense. The measures that block your adversary today will only work until your adversary changes tactics to circumvent your defenses.

For example, mining all the links on the internet to find non-spam sites worked brilliantly for Google, because until Pagerank, there were zero reasons for spammers to get links to point to their sites. Once Google became the dominant way of finding things on the internet, spammers invented the linkfarm. This principle can be summed up as "Show me a ten-foot wall and I'll show you an eleven-foot ladder."

Security designers address this with something called "defense in depth": that's a series of overlapping defenses that are meant to correct for one another's weaknesses. Your bank might use a password, a 2FA code, and – for extremely high-stakes transactions – a series of biographical questions posed by a human customer service over a telephone line.

I've written extensively about defending a new, good internet from billionaire enshittifiers. For example, in this post, I described how Bluesky could be made enshittification-resistant with the use of "Ulysses Pacts" – self-imposed, binding restrictions on enshittification:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/02/ulysses-pact/#tie-yourself-to-a-federated-mast

A classic example of a Ulysses Pact is "throwing away the Oreos when you go on a diet." Now, it doesn't take a lot of work to devise a countermeasure your future, Oreo-craving self can take to defeat this measure: just drive to the grocery store and buy more Oreos. This even works at 2AM, provided you live within driving distance of an all-night grocer.

That doesn't mean you shouldn't throw away those Oreos. Depending on how strong your Oreo craving is, even a little friction can help you resist the temptation to ruin your diet. We often do bad things because of momentary impulses that fade quickly, and simply airgapping the connection between thought and deed works surprisingly well in many instances.

This is why places with fewer guns have fewer suicides of all kinds: there are plenty of ways to kill yourself, but none are quite so quick and reliable as a gun. People in the grips of a suicidal impulse who don't have guns have more chances to let the impulse pass (this is also why gun control leads to fewer all-cause homicides). So just because a measure is imperfect, that doesn't make it worthless.

If you're trying to give up drinking, you throw away all your booze, but you also go to meetings, and you get a sponsor who can help you out with a 2AM phone call. You might even put a breathalyzer on your car's ignition system. None of these are impossible to defeat (you can get an Uber to the liquor store, after all), but they all create friction between the thing you want, and the thing your adversary (your addiction) is trying to get. They strengthen the hand of you as defender of the sober status quo, against the attacker who wants you to relapse.

Critically, all these defensive measures also buy you space and time that you can use to organize and deploy more defenses. Maybe the long Uber ride to the liquor store gives you enough time to think about your actions so you call your sponsor from the parking lot. Defense is useful even when it only slows your adversary, rather than stopping your adversary in their tracks.

Scaling up from personal defense to societal-scale security considerations, it's useful to think of this as a battle with four fronts: code (what is technically im/possible?), law (what is il/legal?), norms (what is socially un/acceptable?) and markets (what is un/profitable?). This framework was first raised a quarter-century ago, in Larry Lessig's Code and Other Laws of Cyberspace:

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Code_And_Other_Laws_of_Cyberspace_Version_2_0.pdf

Lessig laid out these four forces as four angles of attack that challengers to the status quo should plan their strategy around. If you want to liberalize copyright, you can try norms (the "Free Mickey" campaign), laws (the Eldred v. Ashcroft Supreme Court case), code (machine-readable Creative Commons licenses) and markets (open access/free software businesses). Each one of these helps the other – for example, if lots of people believe in copyright reform (norms), more of them will back a Humble Bundle for open access materials (markets), and more lawmakers will be interested in changing copyright statutes (law), and more hackers will see reason to do cool things with CC licenses, like search engines (code).

But the four forces aren't just for attackers seeking to disrupt the status quo – they're just as important for defenders looking to create and sustain a new status quo. Figuring out how to "lock a system open" is very different from figuring out how to "force a system open." But they're both campaigns waged with code, law, norms and markets.

We're living through a key moment in enshittification history. Millions of people have become dissatisfied with legacy social media companies run by despicable, fascism-friendly billionaires like Elon Musk and Mark Zuckerberg and are ready to leave, despite the costs (losing contact with friends who stay behind). While many of them are moving to group chats and private Discord servers,tens of millions have moved to new social media platforms that advertise (though they don't necessarily deliver) decentralization: Mastodon (and the fediverse) and Bluesky (and the atmosphere).

Decentralization is itself a defensive countermeasure (code). When a service has diffuse power, it's harder for any one person to take it over. Federation adds another defensive layer, because users who don't like the way one server is run can move to another server, with varying degrees of data- and identity-portability. That makes it harder for server owners to squeeze users to make money (markets), and gives them an out if server owners try it anyway.

Federation with decentralization is my favorite anti-enshittification defense. It's powerful as hell. It's the main reason I endorse Free Our Feeds, an effort to (among other things) build more Bluesky servers to decrease the centralization and give users dissatisfied with Bluesky management an alternative:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/20/capitalist-unrealism/#praxis

That said, decentralization and federation are not perfect, set-and-forget defenses. Take email – the oldest, most successful federated system of them all. Email is nominally decentralized, but most email traffic goes through a handful of extremely large servers run by a cartel of companies (Google, Apple, Microsoft, and a few ISPs). These companies collude (or, more charitably, coordinate) to block email from non-cartel companies, in the name of fighting spam. This makes running your own mail server so hard that it is nearly impossible (that is, if you care about people actually receiving the email you send them):

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/10/dead-letters/

What's interesting about enshittified email is that it didn't start with corporate takeover: it started with volunteer-maintained blocklists of untrustworthy servers that most email operators subscribed to, defederating from any server that appeared on the list. These blocklists of bad servers were opaque (often, their maintainers would operate anonymously, citing the threat of retaliation from criminal scammers whose servers appeared on the list). They had little or no appeal process, and few or no objective criteria for inclusion (you could be blocklisted for how your email server was configured, even if no one was using it to send spam). All of this set up the conditions to favor large email servers, and also had the effect of immunizing these large servers from appearing on blocklists. I mean, once three quarters of the internet is on Gmail, no one is going to block email from Gmail, even if a ton of spam is sent using its servers.

The lesson of email doesn't mean email is bad, nor does it mean decentralization and federation are useless. It doesn't even mean that blocklists of bad servers are evil. It just means that federation and decentralization are imperfect and insufficient defenses against enshittification, and that blocklists are useful, but very dangerous. It means that we should strive to keep our systems federated and decentralized, and watch our blocklists very carefully, and not rely on any of this as the only defense against enshittification.

Likewise, both Mastodon and Bluesky are built on free/open code and standards. That means that anyone can fork them, fix them or mod them. What's more, the licenses involved are irrevocable, making them very effective Ulysses Pacts. No one – not a CEO, not a VC investor, not a court or a blackmailer – can order someone to make their GPL code proprietary. The license is perpetual and irrevocable, and that's that.

Free/open licenses are excellent Ulysses Pacts and great code-related defenses against enshittification, but they, too, are imperfect and insufficient. Google, Facebook, Amazon, Apple and Microsoft have all figured out how to enshittify services that are built on free/open code:

https://mako.cc/copyrighteous/libreplanet-2018-keynote

And then there are all the companies that use free/open code and defeat the freedom and openness by simply violating the license, on the grounds that a decentralized, federated development community can't figure out who has standing to sue, and also can't afford to pay for the lawyers to do so:

https://sfconservancy.org/news/2022/may/16/vizio-remand-win/

That's not to say that code-based antienshittification measures are pointless – only to say that they need other measures to backstop them, as defense in depth. Let's talk about law, then. Both Mastodon and Bluesky are governed by legal entities that are, nominally, organized by charters that oblige them to eschew enshittification and be responsive to their users (Bluesky is a B-corp, Mastodon's code is overseen by a US nonprofit).

These structures are very important. I've been a volunteer board member for several co-ops and nonprofits (I was even once a volunteer for a nonprofit co-op!) and I'm familiar with the role that good governance can play in defending a project from internal and external pressures to betray its mission. That means I'm also familiar with the limits of these governance measures.

Take nonprofits: nominally, nonprofits are legally bound to serve their charitable purpose, and technically, stakeholders have legal recourse if they stray from this. But you don't have to look far to find nonprofits that have violated their charter and gotten away with it. Take the Nature Conservancy, which has become a key player in the market for fake "carbon offsets" that are used to justify everything from fossil fuel extraction to SUV manufacture:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/12/fairy-use-tale/#greenwashing

Or think of ISOC, who get tens of millions of dollars in free money every year from their stewardship of the .ORG registry, but who decided to hand over control of the nonprofits' TLD of choice to a shadowy cabal of hedge-fund billionaires:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/12/how-we-saved-org-2020-review

Co-ops, too, are powerful but wildly imperfect. REI is a member co-op that does lots of great things…and also busts unions:

https://prismreports.org/2024/07/17/rei-workers-unionizing-fighting-for-agreemment/

But REI is a paragon of social virtue compared to its Canadian equivalent, Mountain Equipment Coop, whose board was taken over by corrupt assholes who then sold the whole thing to a US private equity fund and change the name to "MEC":

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/16/spike-lee-joint/#casse-le-mec

B-corps are far from perfect, too: while they are nominally required to serve a positive social purpose, in practice, they can violate that purpose with impunity, whether that through greenwashing:

https://www.bbc.com/worklife/article/20240202-has-b-corp-certification-turned-into-corporate-greenwashing

Or Kickstarter insiders taking a $100m bribe to help Andreesen-Horowitz do a crypto pump-and-dump:

https://fortune.com/crypto/2024/03/11/kickstarter-blockchain-a16z-crypto-secret-investment-chris-dixon/

None of this is to claim that B-corps, co-ops, and nonprofits are useless. Maybe we should just give up on organization altogether and have some kind of adhocracy? If you're thinking this will help, then you need to read Jo Freeman's "The Tyranny of Structurelessness" and learn how a "leaderless" group is actually led by its least scrupulous, most Machiavellian schemers:

https://www.jofreeman.com/joreen/tyranny.htm

At this point, you might be mentally designing a new corporate structure, one that's designed to correct for both the tyranny of structurelessness and the brittleness of co-ops, nonprofits and B-corps. Please don't do this. Rolling your own corporate structure is like rolling your own cryptography or your own free software license. It always ends in tears:

https://www.reuters.com/technology/artificial-intelligence/openai-remove-non-profit-control-give-sam-altman-equity-sources-say-2024-09-25/

I like co-ops, nonprofits and B-corps. They're powerful – but insufficient – weapons against enshittification. They need to be backstopped by other measures, like norms. Normative measures are very powerful! Of course, mass revolts of angry users don't always keep companies from enshittifying:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2023/dec/30/reddit-moderator-protest-communities-social-media

But sometimes they do. The C-suite of Unity was shown the door after enshittifying their flagship product:

https://www.theverge.com/2023/10/10/23911338/unity-ceo-steps-down-developers-react

As was the enshittifying CEO of Sonos:

https://www.theverge.com/2025/1/13/24342179/sonos-ceo-patrick-spence-resignation-reason-app

And of course, these defensive measures reinforce one another. The public outcry against the .ORG selloff (norms) led to California's Attorney General stepping in (law), and after that, we more-or-less romped to victory:

https://www.theregister.com/2020/04/17/icann_california_org_sale_delay/

Markets are the final antienshittificatory force. If a social network is designed to be surveillance-resistant, it will be (very) hard to implement behavioral surveillance advertising. If a network is designed to support a many clients, it will be easy to implement an ad-blocker. Both factors make advertising-based businesses very unattractive to individual server operators, spammers, and VCs who back companies that operate elements of a federated server.

Same goes for systems that allow users to control the recommendations and other algorithmic aspects of their feeds (including switching these off altogether). The fact that Tiktok's users overwhelmingly use an algorithmic feed that they have no way to control or even understand is an anti-Ulysses Pact, an irresistible temptation for Tiktok to enshittify itself:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/21/potemkin-ai/#hey-guys

By contrast, it's much harder to pull those shenanigans with services that technologically devolve control over recommendations (code), making it less profitable to even try to attempt this (markets). And of course, if users refuse to tolerate this kind of thing (norms) and can hop to other servers (code), then any system that pulls that nonsense will lose lots of users and go broke (markets).

This defense-in-depth approach to decentralized social media pushes us to analyze both Mastodon and Bluesky through a tactical lens – to identify the weak parts in the defenses of each and shore them up.

Take Free Our Feeds and its attempt to stand up more Bluesky servers. This addresses one of the serious technical deficiencies in Bluesky (the lack of federation), and if lots of Bluesky users try it out, it will normalize the idea that Bluesky is a constellation of independently managed servers (norms). It also creates Bluesky alternatives with radically different commercial imperatives (markets), because the main Bluesky server is backed by venture capitalists, who are notorious for their enshittifying impulses.

But security isn't static – a tactic that works today won't work tomorrow if your adversary can figure out a way around it. Bluesky is a B-corp with an excellent board with some names I have profound trust for, but B-corps can abandon their public benefit purpose, and boards can be fired (and also even people you trust can talk themselves into doing stupid and wicked things, see .ORG).

If millions of Bluesky users flock to a rival service, one run by a nonprofit (markets), Bluesky's investors might be tempted to sever the link between Bluesky and that new server (code). That's what Facebook and Apple did to XMPP, an interoperable, federated messaging system that used to connect Apple users, Facebook users, and users of many other servers. They did this for commercial reasons (markets), to trap and lock in their users (code), and they got away with it because not enough users were outraged by this (norms) that they could get away with it.

When Bluesky's VCs fire the CEO, kick people like Mike Masnick off its board, and then defederate from Free Our Feeds' server, how do we make that more like Sonos or Unity (where the corporation capitulated to its users), and not like Reddit (where the user revolt was crushed)?

With social media, it's a numbers game. Social media grows by network effects: the more users there are in a system, the more valuable it is. It's not merely imperative to create alternative Bluesky servers, it's imperative to make them populous enough that cutting them off from the first Bluesky server will inflict more pain on the company than it inflicts on those other users. That's not a guarantee that Bluesky's future, enshittification-bent management won't go ahead and do it anyway, but it does increase the chances that if they press on, their users will take the hit to defect to free/open servers.

Bluesky has other problems besides its centralization, of course. The reason Bluesky is so centralized is that it's really expensive to run an alternative Bluesky server that provides a home for users who have left the main server (a "relay" in Bluesky-ese). Partly this is down to tooling: because no one has done it, Free Our Feeds will have to invent a lot of stuff to get that server up and running, but people who come later will benefit from whatever Free Our Feeds develops along the way.

But mostly, this isn't a tooling problem – it's an architecture problem. The way that Bluesky is structured demands a lot more of relays than Mastodon demands of "instances" (a loose Fediverse analog to relays):

https://www.techdirt.com/2025/01/21/the-technological-poison-pill-how-atprotocol-encourages-competition-resists-evil-billionaires-lock-in-enshittification/#comment-4253477

This is a code problem, and it's a hard one, but it's not insurmountable. The history of networked tools is the history of developers figuring out how to break apart large, monolithic, expensive services in cheaper, smaller, easier to develop. In other words, our defense in depth of Bluesky militates for more than one project – not just a "Free Our Feeds" but also a software development project to make it easier for anyone to free those feeds.

Which raises some important questions, the biggest being "Why bother?" After all, there's already a perfectly good Fediverse that could sure use the money and effort that Free Our Feeds is proposing to put into Bluesky. My main answer here is that the point of disenshittification is an enshittification-free internet, not a better Mastodon:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/20/capitalist-unrealism/#praxis

We want to set Bluesky users free because the problem with Bluesky isn't its users, it's the fact that there's no fire-exits those users can avail themselves of if Bluesky's VCs set it on fire:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/14/fire-exits/#graceful-failure-modes

But there's another good reason to do this, one that involves people who have no interest in using Bluesky: even if you don't want to use a better Bluesky, you likely have very good reasons to reach Bluesky users. Maybe you want them to help you organize against enshittification! Or maybe you just want to operate a real-world venue where people can gather and have a great time and support performers, and right now you're stuck advertising on Facebook and Instagram, and you don't want to end up being forced to use an enshittified, fire-exit-free Bluesky in the future:

https://www.dnalounge.com/backstage/log/2025/01/13.html

Of course, there's plenty of reasons to want to make Mastodon better. Many of Mastodon's features are absurdly primitive – the lack of threading support and quote-boosting sucks, and the supposedly opt-in system-wide search doesn't work, even if you opt in. Masto could sure use some of the money that Free Our Feeds is asking for to spruce up Bluesky.

This is true, but also irrelevant. Mastodon is stuck at around a million active users, while Bluesky has twenty times that amount. Crowdfunding a couple dollars per user to pursue software development is a reasonable goal, but raising twenty times that much is a lot harder:

https://mastodon-analytics.com/

The money being raised for Free Our Feeds isn't money that had been earmarked for Mastodon development, nor will abandoning Free Our Feeds redirect those funds to Mastodon development.

Which isn't to say that we shouldn't chip in to fund Mastodon development. I donated to the Kickstarter for Pixelfed, a Fediverse Insta replacement that has Meta so scared that they'll suspend your account if you even mention it:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/pixelfed/pixelfed-foundation-2024-real-ethical-social-networks

Adding Insta-like features to Mastodon is great. Fixing search, quoting, and threading would be great, too. We probably need some kind of governance efforts to keep volunteer-run, good faith defederation blocklists from exhibiting the same dynamics that email went through during the spam wars. There's some Bluesky features I'd love to see on Mastodon, like composable moderation and user-controlled, user-tunable recommendations. We also probably need some kind of adversarial press that closely monitors the governance structure for the Mastodon codebase and reports on process in standardization (I cannot overstate how much fuckery can take place within standards bodies, under cover of a nigh-impermeable shield of boringness).

Breaking Bluesky open is a priority. Keeping Mastodon open is a priority. But neither of these are goals unto themselves. The point is to set people free, not set technology free. Willie Sutton robbed banks because "that's where the money is." Right now, I'm interested in anti-enshittification measures for Bluesky because "that's where the people are."

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https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/23/defense-in-depth/#self-marginalization

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The Ocean Can Be Ours / (t.shigaraki x Implied Fem! Reader) (Fanfic)

♡ cw / tw : Mentions of being sold on the blackmarket + harvesting scales, ari half asses this WHOLE thing

♡ pirate shigaraki x mermaid! reader

Tight. 

You struggled against your bindings. You can't move.

A whimper escaped your lips as you tried pushing against your bindings.

You squeezed your eyes shut. 

Your sisters. 

Oh, your sweet little sister… and your elder sister too. 

Your mother. 

Your poor mother. 

What would she say? 

Your mind flitted to one of the many speeches she gave you and your siblings - they happened so frequently that at one point you and your sisters began tuning out everything that was stated. 

You and your older sister had caught your little sister mumbling about two mermen from a neighboring colony.

She was then subjected to your brutal teasing for the next month.

‘That’s not what you should be focusing on [Name]! Mother! What did she always tell you?’

You tried to focus, dipping into your mind to try and remember. Try and avoid thinking about the horrid stinging of the rope burns against your arm.

“On the off chance that you don’t end up listening to everyone’s warnings…” your mother’s voice trailed off in your mind and you whimpered.

Focus!

“...and you find yourself swimming too close to the surface… If you’re ever caught in a pirate’s net. Remember to calm down and observe your surroundings. Who’s ship, is it? Is there anything you can use to cut your bindings? Think.”

Breathe.

Breathe.

In and out.

Oxygen in, carbon dioxide out.

“You’re smart and young, use that brain of yours my darlings.”

You looked around, catching the flag perched on the ship's mast. Red? Was there a flame printed on the fabric?

This net was scratching against your skin uncomfortably and gods be damned you couldn’t fucking focus with the feeling of this rope and - shit you were cold. The sound of male laughter snapped you out of your train of thought and made you want to cover your ears and drown out their voices. 

You wanted to go back. 

Gods you desperately wanted to go back. 

To feel the feeling of the water on your skin, to the sound of your sister’s voices as you laughed and played in the water. 

‘Mother is going to kill me.’

You thought bitterly.

‘Getting kidnapped by pirates is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done! She always tells me to stay away from the surface, and swimming too close to the ships is just out of the question! Yet the one time I try to get a glimpse of him I get caught in a fucking fishing net!’

“Look at what we’ve got here…” A gruff voice calls out as you’re pulled onto the ship, gasping and shivering as you wrap your arms around yourself, your tail pressed against your body - doing anything to protect your vital organs from a threat.

“What a pretty little trophy. A siren with scales of your colour will definitely pay a pretty penny at the auction. I can think of numerous people who would love to harvest your scales.” The man nodded to himself, stepping closer - ignoring the way you scramble back to try and push yourself away from him.

This man - the one who stands in front of you isn’t the one you’ve been watching for months now. 

This man is not your pirate. 

Not the pirate with the soft white hair and the ruby red eyes who you’d spend hours of your day longingly staring at from the coast. 

Far enough that he couldn’t see you, but close enough so he could hear your voice.

Your soft voice.

Your seductive - siren voice. 

Trying your best to sing him to his demise.

Trying to pull him into the depths of the ocean and have your lips press against your own.

This man was bigger, his gaze was bright and piercing blue, not a soft and warm red. 

His voice was different too and he smelt… uncomfortable. You were uncomfortable.

The man nodded to a person standing at his side, smoking a cigarette. “Touya. Big a good first mate and tie 'em up will ya? I wouldn’t want our new friend to use her voice on us, you and I both know the shit that they can make people do.” 

The other man scoffed, running a scarred hand through his fluffy white hair. It was obvious he didn’t want to be here either. 

But that name… ‘Touya?’ 

It was familiar.

It clicked in your head.

Touya Todoroki.

Son of Enji Todoroki - or as the other pirates and sea folk alike knew him as - Endeavour. 

The most cunning man sailing these seas. And arguably, the most disgusting. Kidnapping your kin to keep as trophies, cutting off their tails, letting them drown, selling them at auctions, prizes of his wealthy status. 

He made you sick.

Your sister fancied Touya. And from what you had heard, he wasn’t a very good first mate, constantly going behind his father’s back, freeing your kind.

She was caught once by them. Your sister was lucky then, that it was late, and that Touya was made to be in charge. Because the moment he had seen her limp body being pulled onto the side of the ship, he panicked. 

And set her free.

And from that moment on your sister was whipped, spinning stories of passionate rendezvous and secret meetings when the sun slipped beneath the horizon. You tried to believe that her stories were fake - but one look at her love-sick face made you think otherwise.

“Please… let me go.” You whispered to the man in front of you. 

Touya sighed as he approached you, cutting the net free with his pocket knife.

“I’ll get you off here. I promise. I just need some time. And a plan. I promise I’ll set you free but for now, it’s best if you just listen okay?” he whispered, meeting your eyes as he reached over and used the torn rope to bind your wrists together behind your back. 

His eyes were soft, trusting. And despite the fact that you feared for your life right now, you found yourself believing his words. He was going to get you out of here.

You nodded.

“Okay.”

Your voice came out as a shaky whisper.

He smiled softly and pressed his lips against your temple. “Atta girl. Open.” He motioned to your mouth which you reluctantly opened, biting at the fabric, scrunching your nose at the unpleasant bitter taste that spread through your mouth.

“Sorry. We used that to wipe off some of the alcohol that spilled on the table a while ago. You’ll be alright.” He whispered.

“Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.” He sighed, standing up and dusting himself off as he reached for you, his eyes trained on yours as you dozed off.

-

A loud crash jolted you awake and you frantically looked around.

The boat was shaking, you were shaking in this glass tank - glass tank? When were you placed in a tank? Why were you shaking - what in the world was going on?

Touya slammed the door open, rushing into the room. “Cmon. Quick.” He reached for you, scooping you up in his arms. “You can’t stay here. My father will kill you. But my friend, he’ll protect you. I don’t know where we are but he’ll figure it out. While he’s distracted. Toga here.” He hissed under his breath, quickly but carefully handing you over to Toga.

The young woman eyes you over once, smiling at your tail which flicks in annoyance, before nodding, quickly crossing Endevour’s ship, carrying his prize with a toothy grin on her face.

Your mind quickly grew hazy.

All this excitement and adrenaline in your body seems to have finally caught up with you because before you know it, you’re fast asleep, curled up in the young woman’s arms.

- 

When you woke up again the first thing you noticed was that your head was throbbing. The next thing you noticed was that your limbs felt sluggish and your arms felt heavy. The third thing you noticed was a pair of soft red eyes staring right at you.

Soft red eyes?

Snow white-like hair?

This was him! The pirate you’ve been pining for since gods know how long.

You pulled away from the front of the tank and swam backward, pressing your back against the glass on the opposite end, covering your face with your hands. 

You were mortified.

This is not how you intended your first meeting with the man you’ve been pining for who knows how long to go.

The man who you’ve been horribly pining for - Tomura Shigaraki, whose name you’ve learned from your long conversations with your sisters - is standing in front of you. Looking mildly confused at your strange behavior.

“Uh.. Well, I’m Shigaraki.”

You nod quickly.

‘I know.’

“I’m a pirate.”

You nod again.

‘I know.’

“And I’m going to get you home.” 

He pressed his hand against the glass and met your gaze, a small smile tugging on his lips. You reached out and pressed your own hand against the glass. ‘I trust you.’

-

It’s been months, living in this little cage with Shigaraki. He comes into your room to chat daily and you find yourself falling harder and harder with every passing conversation.

He tells you about the life of a pirate, and whispers tales of hardship and struggle due to living on a boat and constantly being on the run. But also tells you about the wonderful life at sea. 

How it feels to be a part of such a beautiful ecosystem.

You can’t help but puff up your chest in pride when he compliments your siren tribe. ‘I don’t think I’ve seen more peaceful creatures. Not to mention beautiful.’

You didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears had flushed a soft red at this.

It was one month after you had been captured that Shigaraki finally let you swim beside his ship. Your bond had grown stronger and it was obvious that he knew you wouldn't swim away to god knows where - not that you'd want to stray too far from the ship in the first place.

It was one of these days - when the sun was setting and painting pictures against the reflection of the ocean - where Shigaraki hopped down from the ship and into the waters alongside you. You had learned that when things were calm on the ship - their captain enjoyed swimming, still you made sure to stay close by just in case.

"How has your day gone?" Shigaraki asked, red eyes meeting yours as a small smile crept onto his lips.

You smiled back. "Well, thank you for asking, captain." you nodded, trying to ignore the way the blood rushed to your cheeks and made your face warm.

"Tomura is fine." Shigaraki continued to insist with a nervous wave of his hand. 

"We should be nearing your home soon shouldn't we?" He turned to look at some rocks protruding from the sea, small saves slowly crashing against them, eroding them away.

...

You sat there with your sisters!

You whip your head around to meet Shigaraki and his eyes meet yours. "You've noticed now? Sure took you a while."

"Ah. Yeah sorry... Lately, I've just been..." Your voice trailed off. "Out of it... ah- where are you-" You gasped as Shigaraki pinched his nose and dived underwater, white hair breaking the surface of the water as he pushed himself up and onto the rocks.

You smiled softly and swam closer as he mumbled about his wet shirt sticking on his salty skin. Oh, how you've ached about licking the water off his supple skin, taking him into your arms, making him yours.

You swam over and pushed yourself up onto the rocks, smiling at the pirate next to you.

Shigaraki swallowed, tapping his fingers nervously against his knee. "...[Name]. You are... Uh..." He paused, seemingly to collect his thoughts.

He inhaled sharply and mumbled something under his breath, cursing as he rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"Are...?"

You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. 

'What are you trying to say?'

"...The most wonderful person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." He whispered under his breath.

Your heart fluttered under your ribs.

"I wish... I mean if things were different..." He inhaled sharply.

"I would've wanted you to be my bride."

Your heart sunk and pounded and fuck your head was spinning and you can't breathe - breathe [Name] breathe.

The sound of your sisters calling out your name snapped you out of your train of thought - and as fast as you could. Reached up and tugged him by the collar, pulling him into the ocean with you.

The water crashed underneath you.

The water washed over your bodies.

Your lips met his.

Soft.

Warm.

Tastes nice.

Your tongue pressed against his, and his arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you closer.

Your hands scratched at his scalp.

Your bodies break the water and Shigaraki gasps for air, panting, cheeks rosy despite being soaked to the bone. "Y-You. I-"

He trails off.

You smile softly.

"Meet me here okay? Soon. promise me."

A shy smile tugged at his lips.

"Promise."

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(Sleep deprived) return me to the ocean

U keep reblogging coffee poll are you ok?

It's sparked a separate unrelated thread about my caffeine habits in particular and because of how this site works, answering them means sharing the poll again, it's such good design, what a website

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When The Sea Fell Silent

In which | a siren seeks vengeance for her fallen kin, but a sailor's mercy changes the tide.

Pairing: Telemachus x Reader [oneshot]

inspired by: "Siren" by Lydia the Bard

dividers by: @anitalenia

The ocean stretched endlessly, a canvas of deep blue that darkened with the setting sun. But tonight, it wasn’t the sunset that painted the waters red. Y/N hovered just above the surface, her tail gleaming like polished onyx beneath the moonlight, while Mona and the rest of their sisters drifted beside her, their eyes fixed on the grisly scene before them.

Mona’s tail shimmered in the dim light, its pale cerulean scales glistening like sunlight dancing on the ocean’s surface. A stark contrast to the dark blood staining the sea.

Bodies. Broken, mutilated bodies of their kin, their tails severed, their arms outstretched as if they had clawed at the sea for life. The water around them swirled crimson, an unnatural tide of death. Y/N swallowed the bile rising in her throat. This was not the work of mere mortals lost to the sea. No—this was a massacre.

A whisper carried through the waters from a neighboring cove, a tale spoken with hushed voices and horror-stricken gazes. Odysseus. The name alone sent a violent shudder through Y/N’s spine. It was he who had ordered the sirens maimed, had them tossed into the waves to drown, all because he feared them. Feared what they could do. Feared that they would keep him from returning to his wife.

Y/N clenched her fists. She would remember this name. She would carve it into the sea itself if she had to.

Mona’s voice was softer than the waves lapping against their tails. “Y/N, vengeance won’t bring them back.”

“I don’t care.” Y/N turned, her eyes blazing. “He will pay for what he’s done.”

Mona sighed but said no more. The sea had already decided to listen.

Years passed, but the wounds remained. Then, at last, word traveled through the tides—Odysseus’s son was out at sea. Telemachus. A name spoken with awe by men who still praised his father’s cunning. A name now whispered with anticipation by the sirens who had not forgotten.

As the dead of night cloaked the sky, Y/N and her kin waited, hidden beneath the rolling waves, watching the ship glide through the water. Mona swayed beside her, apprehension clear in her furrowed brow. “Y/N, this isn’t Odysseus.”

“But it is his blood,” Y/N murmured. And that was enough.

The sirens began their song.

"Oh, sailor dear

You're looking tired

Why don't you come to bed?

Down here with me, I'll keep you warm

Jump in and take your rest."

The melody wove through the night air like silk, smooth and sweet, beckoning, promising warmth, safety, love. The men on the ship stiffened, eyes glazing over. Some stumbled toward the edge, desperate for the embrace of the sea. Others fought against the pull, gripping the mast, shaking their heads as if trying to rid themselves of the spell.

One sailor, younger than the rest, clutched his ears and fell to his knees, murmuring prayers to the gods. Another succumbed, his body swaying before he tipped forward, vanishing beneath the waves. His comrades barely noticed his absence, too entranced by the sirens’ call.

“Come on out of the shallows and into the fathoms below.”

Y/N saw him then—Telemachus. He was his father’s son, in the sharp cut of his jaw, in the way his brow furrowed as he barked orders. But there was something else, something different. He was young, unweathered by war, his presence lacking the cruel cunning she had expected. Still, he was Odysseus’s heir, and that was enough.

The sirens struck.

The night erupted into chaos. Water splashed as men tumbled into the sea, either lured or dragged. The song turned to screams. Mona’s voice called out, but Y/N had already surged forward.

Telemachus fought like a warrior born, ordering his men to tie themselves to the mast, to plug their ears, to resist. He swung the hilt of his sword, striking one of the sirens away, but he was outnumbered. Some of his crew followed his orders, tying themselves down, sweat pouring down their faces as they fought against the song. Others were not so lucky. One man let out a strangled cry before slipping overboard, hands clawing at the air before he was swallowed whole by the dark water.

Another resisted, clinging to the rigging, tears streaming down his face as his body convulsed from the effort. But a siren reached him first, fingers wrapping around his wrist, pulling—

Gone.

Y/N reached for Telemachus, voice laced with venom. “What part of ‘jump down’ don’t you understand?”

His eyes locked onto hers, confusion flickering before realization dawned. “Why?” he demanded. “Why are you doing this?”

Y/N bared her teeth. “Ask your father.”

Then, a cry split the night—Mona, caught in the grasp of one of Telemachus’s men. A dagger was pressed to her throat. Y/N froze. But before she could act, Telemachus did.

He moved swiftly, knocking the weapon from his crewmate’s grasp and striking him down—not with a blade, but with his fists. “Let her go,” he ordered, his voice steady. He turned to Y/N. “I don’t know what my father has done to you. But I am not him.”

Mona, now free, wasted no time in diving back into the water. The sirens hissed, ready to lunge again—but Y/N raised a hand, stopping them in their tracks.

Telemachus’s men, battered and shaken, scrambled to secure what remained of their crew. The sea roared around them, but the sirens did not move.

Y/N watched them go, uncertainty creeping into her resolve.

Mona’s gaze bore into Y/N, disbelief clear in her expression. “You let them go.”

The other sirens circled, their anger palpable. Hisses filled the air, but Y/N stood firm.

“They are not the men responsible for the death of our kin.”

"But their captain, the prince carries his blood", one argued.

Silence. Then, y/n spoke. “But perhaps not all sons grow up to be their fathers.”

The ship faded into the horizon, its battered crew tending to their wounded. Telemachus turned, his gaze finding Y/N’s one last time. A silent understanding passed between them, one neither of them could put into words.

The fate of Y/N remained uncertain. But as she drifted beneath the waves, she knew one thing for sure—the past did not have to dictate the future.

And once again, the sea was silent.

AN: hi- taking a break from waves of ithaca, so here's a oneshot for now. this song has been stuck in my head since it was released. i am soo sorry if it isn't my best work, i am in dire need of sleep ㅠㅠ the format is different, because frankly- i couldn't be bothered to make every line of dialogue bold and italicized, forgive me for that.

also, peep the @lisalamona cameo

[a-killer-obsession]

Whoops, you got hit by a bus, and now you're in the world of One Piece. But not everything is quite as you remember it...

General Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, isekai, monsterfucker reader, vampire!kid, werewolf!killer, wyrm!heat, minotaur!wire, everyone has a human form, smut heavy, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, serious violence, spoilers for Wano arc, starts pre-timeskip. There will be a lot of more intense kinks, please check AO3 for all current tags.

Chapter 3 - Snake

Step 2: Get free of your cell.

WC: 5.5k

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Heat did in fact bring you a warm blanket and clothes, in fact he brought you several of his own blankets, which smelt of weed and musk, as well as a pillow, a long sleeved shirt that was practically a dress on you, and sweatpants you had to tie as tight as they would go to get them to stay up. He even brought you a set of fuzzy socks and a stuffed animal that looked something like a snake but with horns. You were far more comfortable in the brig now, even if there were very questionable stains on your mattress, you were at least able to stack the two mattresses in your cell and use one of the blankets as somewhat of a sheet. Heat didn't make any further sexual advances on you, you got the sense he was nervous about getting caught, though he did give you soft kisses through the bars whenever he came to visit, which you happily accepted.

You didn't see much of other top dogs, usually your food was brought down once a day by a random crewmate, seemingly whoever drew the short straw that day. It wasn't a lot of food, but Heat would sneak you more when he could. It was clear that you had him on your side, always checking if you were okay, even if he seemed highly anxious about being caught talking to you. Unbeknownst to you, someone had in fact noticed his visits, and you now found yourself face to face with Wire, who sat against the edge of the desk across from your cell, spinning his trident on its base idly.

“You need to stop taking advantage of Heat,” he told you plainly.

“I'm not taking advantage of him,” you huffed, hugging the stuffed animal he'd given you to your chest. Wire raised an eyebrow at the toy, it was obvious to him where you got it. The room stunk of Heat, his scent was on your clothes, your blankets, your skin. “I genuinely like Heat, sue me. It's not my fault he's the only one who sees I'm no danger to anyone.”

Wire made a tsk sound and stood, only needing a few strides of his long legs to come to a stop in front of your cell. “Show me your wrists,” he ordered with a bored expression.

You raised a brow at the sudden request but obediently put down your stuffed animal, walking in front of Wire and holding up your arms through the bars for him. He took your wrist in his large hand and turned it too and fro, like he was looking for something, furrowing his brows as he apparently didn't find it. He let your arms drop again and you stood patiently, waiting for him to say something.

“What are you, and how did you get here?” he asked, “You're not getting out of here until Kid gets answers, and he's getting impatient”

“I already told you, I don't know how I got here,” you huffed, “I was in my own world, where all this shit was fiction, I got hit by a bus, I hit your mast. That's the entire truth of it. What do you want from me, a three thousand word essay about the world I'm from?”

“Hmm,” Wire squinted at you discerningly, taking a few steps back and returning to spinning his trident idly.

“I'm telling you the truth, I swear,” you pleaded, “I can prove it when we get to Sabaody, I can tell you what'll happen there, without any devil fruit helping me know. I don't have any sort of foresight, I just read it in the work of fiction in my own world. I have other proof too, I know about Victoria, and the four gangs on your home island in the South Blue, why Kid and Killer don't like curry udon. I swear on my life, I'm telling the truth. There's no reason for me to lie, I have nowhere else to go and no reason to harm anyone on this ship.”

“Kil? What do you think?” Wire said without turning away from you. You let out a surprised squeak as Killer emerged from the door, seemingly having been standing there quietly for who knows how long.

“She stinks of fear, but I don't think she's lying,” he replied, standing next to Wire with crossed arms.

“Kil, I'm sorry about the lipstick thing, I-” you started, before he raised a hand and cut you off.

“Save it, it's whatever,” he tutted, “but tell anyone else and you'll be begging for death.”

“I'd never tell anyone, I swear,” you replied, holding the bars as best you could with your bound hands. “I swear I'd never betray anyone on this crew. I want to be here, I do, I promise. Just let me out of here, I'll prove you can trust me.”

“Mm,” Killer hummed, before turning and leaving without another word, an equally silent Wire in tow, leaving you confused and fearful of your future on this ship. You curled back up in bed, hugging your stuffie close to your chest, trying your best not to cry.

“Wanna explain why you've been scenting her, Heat?” Killer accused, sitting at the round table in the navigation room with the other three commanders.

“You did what?” Kid growled, “what, she suck your dick or something? Why are you making a claim on her?”

“No… yes…” Heat admitted, “she's nice okay? She seemed so genuine, and she asked for a blanket that smelt like me, ask her yourself. She wanted me to scent her”

“So she did suck your dick?” Kid laughed, “you're as weak to a woman as ever, Heat. Don't think she's gonna let you claim her just because she smells like you.”

“It's not like that,” Heat huffed, “besides, she practically extended an invitation for any of us to fuck her. God forbid I do something as innocent as scent her.”

“You know full well it's not innocent,” Wire jeered, “but I do agree that she seems to be genuine.”

“So what, we're believing this other world bullshit?” Kid asked.

“The iron isn't burning her wrists, and she had no problem sticking her arm outside of the cage barrier,” Wire noted, “I don't think she's a witch or a demon. We know she doesn't have a devil fruit. I don't think there's any other good explanations for how she got here or how she knows so much about us”

“At the very least, she seems to believe it's the truth,” Killer added, “and she hasn't shown any aggression towards the crew. I don't know if we have any reason to keep her locked up. If what she's saying is true, then she has insider information on our future that could prove useful. At the very least she's more useful to us alive.”

“I don't trust her,” Kid grumbled, “I'll probably still fuck her, but I don't trust her.”

“So let me take on the responsibility,” Heat suggested, “I'll keep an eye on her”

“You just wanna get her in your bed so you can get more scent on her,” Wire rolled his eyes, “I saw the stuffed animal, already bringing her courting gifts, I know you're just itching to get her in your hoard”

“Shut up!” Heat huffed, a vibrant red flushing on his face, “you're just jealous she didn't say she dreams about you a lot! It's not my fault she likes me better!”

“Snake,” Wire spat.

“Bull-headed cunt!” Heat shouted back.

“Will you knuckleheads shut the fuck up and let me think?” Kid growled. Wire and Heat quickly quietened down, a slight blush still evident on Heat's cheeks as he considered adding you to his treasure collection. “Heat, you can have your whore, but if she puts one foot out of place I'll crush her fucking skull. And if I catch you acting all possessive I'm taking your toy away, she ain't yours, don't let her get in your head. She has till Sabody to prove herself, if she turns out to be full of shit we'll sell her to an auction house while we're there. At least then we'll get back what we spent feeding the bitch”

“Aye aye captain,” Heat stood excitedly, eager to get you out of the cell.

“Oi, Heat,” Killer barked before Heat had a chance to leave, “I know you know what I'm about to say; don't fucking try it, understand? Like Kid said, she's not yours to claim, so don't fucking try it.”

Heat knew exactly what Killer was referring to and grumbled in annoyance. “I wasn't gonna…” he mumbled like a scolded child.

“Oh come off it, like you haven't had a clutch ready to go since she came on board,” Killer huffed, “I can smell it from here, don't fucking try it.”

“Fine! Whatever!” Heat yelled.

“And take her to House tomorrow,” he continued, “if you're gonna make her your fucktoy you better not get her knocked up the old fashioned way either. And have her tested, if she's so desperate to be the ship whore she better be fuckin’ clean.”

“Roger that,” Heat grumbled, almost slamming the door behind him as he hurried out of the navigation room.

“He's gonna try it,” Wire noted.

“Hundred berri he tries it in less than two weeks,” Kid added.

“One week,” Wire replied.

“One month,” Killer bet, having at least a tiny bit more confidence in Heat's ability to hold off.

You heard Heat's hurried footsteps before you saw him, the creaking of the ladder-stairs as he descended them and practically skipped into the room. “Someone's got a pep in their step today,” you noted, “come for another taste or what?”

“Even better!” Heat smiled as he fumbled with the keys on his belt, “Kid said you can come out, just gotta stay by my side so I can keep an eye on ya”

“Oh, okay!” You stood up quickly, gathering up your blankets and stuffie, but not yet picking them up since you still had cuffs on, “oh, does that mean I'll be staying with you?”

“Yup!” Heat replied a little too eagerly, opening the cell door and fiddling with the keys again to find the one for your restraints. You held up your wrists for him and he removed the cuffs, letting you properly stretch your arms for the first time in several days. Heat grabbed the blankets and bundled them up in his arms, leaving you to grab the pillow and stuffed snake thing. “Come on, I'll show you my room!” He said excitedly.

You followed him obediently as he led you back up to the main deck, unsurprisingly followed by multiple sets of curious eyes, though this time a few of them were noticeably scrunching their noses, like they'd caught a bad smell. You chalked it up to having had no shower in what must have been a week, and made a mental note to ask Heat for a chance to bathe. He led you up two flights of external stairs, one that led to the covered area that held the cannons, the second up to the stern castle, which looked a lot like an actual castle. Strangely, despite being on a mostly wooden ship, the stern castle was made of light grey brickwork, with green, torn fabric draped over the slightly sloped roof section, and arched, ornate windows scattered around the main floor. The entire stern castle was surrounded in a thin deck, with a single arched door at the front leading inside. You followed Heat in, finding yourself in a small hall with a single door and staircase to your left, and more doors to the right as the hall bent around a central section in a U shape, presumably circling the base of the mizzenmast that protruded from the stern castle. There was also an exceptionally tall ladder directly in line with the entry door that disappeared into the ceiling, which Heat explained cut through the next floor and went all the way to the deck on top of the stern castle.

Heat opened the first door on the right, that same familiar scent of weed and musk you'd grown accustomed to hitting you like a truck. The room was a little dark, with fabric pinned over the windows like permanently shut curtains, blocking out any daylight from entering. He made no move to turn on an overhead light, but there was a string of fairy lights hung around the entire circumference of the room, towards the top of the walls, that gave the room a soft, romantic lighting. The room was messy, with a large bed that seemed like a king size but longer, presumably to account for his height, pushed against the wall the door was on. Opposite it was a small indoor greenhouse setup, with several shelves holding what you assumed to be weed plants behind frosted plastic, condensation making the plastic wet on the inside. There was a short set of drawers to your left, and a side table with a bong on it next to the bed, but other than that, what surprised you the most about the room was the sheer amount of stuffed animals.

They were everywhere, littering every corner and every surface in tall stacks, stuffies of every size and shape, lining the long side of his bed along the wall and stacked in a tall pile in the corner of it. It was frankly fucking adorable, and you couldn't help but let a little giggle out. You threw yourself on the bed, letting the mountain of stuffies all fall on you and cover you in a great avalanche, a riot of giggles coming from under the pile as you kicked your feet gleefully. If you'd been able to see Heat's face, you would have known you'd made a mistake in being so enthusiastic. You'd unknowingly just made something possessive click in his brain, compounding yourself into his prized hoard, making yourself one of his treasures.

His form shifted before he could stop himself, legs changing to a long tail, covered in dark dusty pink scales, wrapped with deep red-brown thorn line markings, much like his tattoos. His canines grew to fangs, his nails to sharp black claws, and from his hair emerged two large horns that curled slightly inwards at the ends, black at the base then transitioning to dusty pink and bright fushia at the tips. The end of this tail flicked and shut the door, the sound prompting you to finally emerge from the mountain of stuffed animals with a final laugh that was cut short as you took sight of him.

Raised up on his tail, he very nearly hit the tall ceiling, looming over you as he slithered closer. Your first instinct was to scream, but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to do it, too enamoured with the way his scales were almost iridescent where the light caught them. Your back was forced flat to the bed as he moved to tower over you, the base of his tail pressed between your legs as his arms supported himself on either side of your torso, your chest heaving with half fearful, half aroused breaths.

“You okay?” He asked curiously, raising a brow as he smelt your fear scenting the air, his senses elevated in this form. “You're acting like you've never seen a Wyrm. Do you not have my kind where you come from?”

“No, we most certainly do not,” you breathed heavily, “a …wyrm, you said? Like a dragon?”

“I'm surprised, most people would say ‘like a snake?’, which is frankly highly offensive,” he joked, “did the manga in your world not say I was a wyrm?”

“No but… it also never explained how you breathed fire,” you admitted, your eyes travelling down now to the base of his tail, noticing the slit between the scales where his dick would usually be. It made sense, Heat was not a character a lot was known about, and the world of One Piece held all sorts of strange species. It explained why he could breathe fire, though there was the chance still that this was a zoan type devil fruit. The way he talked about it made it sound like a somewhat common thing here, so perhaps it was just a species not really shown in the manga. Your eyes travelled again and noticed his fangs and his pretty horns, and you couldn't help but reach up and touch the pink tips, wondering if they were as sharp as they looked. Not sharp enough to draw blood, you discovered, but they would certainly hurt if he headbutted someone. “So pretty,” you mused. You understood now what the stuffie he'd lent you was, and it was all the more adorable that he'd given you one that looked like him.

“You're not afraid of me like this?” He asked hesitantly. Even those familiar with his kind tended to be anxious around him like this, he was large and dangerous looking, it was a natural response.

“Should I be?” You replied plainly, fiddling with the strings on his corset style top. He lifted himself to remove it, and you could see now that his nipples were pierced, which didn't surprise you in the least. You openly ogled his bare torso, so very well sculpted, running your hand down the center of his chest.

“You're part of my hoard now, I'm only ever gonna protect you,” he said softly, leaning down and brushing his nose against the crook of your neck. You didn't mean to but a quiet whimper escaped you as his fangs brushed against your pulse point, the threat of his bite making you a little horny. He could smell it, your growing arousal, and made a deep rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest, entirely pleased at the sweet smell that now overwhelmed the previous scent of fear. He looked and sounded dangerous, but it only added to his allure, and you couldn't help but roll your hips towards him, dragging your core against his tail with a needy whine. You knew what you were, you knew you had secret desires to fuck monsters, you'd seen parts of the internet your parents would disown you for. This strange new form catered so well to those primal desires, arousal building quickly as you watched the light catch against his fangs. The growling sounded again, this time accompanied by movement between your legs. You pushed him off you slightly to look, eyes widening as you watched two vibrantly pink appendages, tapered to dull points and lined along the undersides with bumps, emerge from the slit on his tail. You realised with a gasp what you were looking at. Two of them, oh fuck there were two of them. This world was the fucking best, you should have gotten hit by a bus years ago.

“Is this okay?” He asked, watching you stare at his two cocks, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. He didn't often show this form, let alone to women he hoped to bed.

“Heat, I mean this in the most genuine way possible,” you replied, fire pooling at your core, “fuck me, please”

“Are.. are you sure?” He asked, sitting back on his tail, feeling a little unsure of himself. Once again his low self-esteem told him this was a trick, he'd always had trouble accepting compliments at face value, especially since receiving his Glasgow smile.

“Why would I not be?” You asked him, cupping his face and running a thumb over his scarred cheek, he looked as though he might cry any moment. Sweet soft boy, this was why you loved Heat so much. You couldn't understand his unease though; he was massive, ripped with muscles, incredibly cool and scary in a way that made you hot with those fangs and horns. His tail was beautiful, you wanted to touch it, not to mention his two cocks that looked even thicker and longer than his human dick. Why would you not want him? “Heat, are you okay? You seem nervous. Am I being too forward?”

“It's just… I don't usually… show this side of myself to women,” he admitted, “unless I'm paying them… I'm scary enough as it is in my human form”

“Oh Heat,” you cooed, understanding now his anxiety, “you're beautiful, and incredibly sexy. Can I touch you?”

“Y-yes,” he stuttered, laying back against the mattress next to you as you guided him to relax with gentle motions. You sat up to reach more of him, running your finger down his well sculpted abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind on his skin until your hand met the spot where his scales began. The scales were smoother than you expected, even if you moved against the grain you didn't catch the edges of the tightly knit scales, though there was a pleasant bumpiness to them. You wondered how it would feel to slide against them, feeling yourself grow wetter at the thought.

He whimpered a little as your hand ran down his tail, feeling the smooth scales under your palm, considerably hotter to the touch than you expected. You wondered if he'd ever been touched like this; if he'd only ever been with women in this form when they were paid, perhaps nobody had ever taken the time to truly explore this form. You moved slowly, running your hands over his entire tail, hearing his small whines as you played with the tapered tip that flicked a little as you touched it. Curiously you brought it to your mouth, and he groaned as you ran your tongue over it, draping an arm over his face as he flushed bright pink.

“Ah- ah- sensitive-” he whined, the tip of his tail almost vibrating in your hand. You took it in your mouth and he gasped, his chest heaving as you sucked on the tip of his tail. He was breathing heavily as you let him go, and you stripped off your clothes before straddling his tail, pressing your wet core against his scales. “You can- you can ride me if you want,” he said shyly through heavy breaths.

“Do you want me to ride you, Heat?” You asked mischievously, “Do you want me to use your tail however I like?”

“Yes, yes,” he whined, “use me however you want princess, please”

You shuffled to get a little more comfortable before you pressed down hard and began to grind against him, the strange new texture feeling surprisingly good against your cunt, slick transfering to his tail and lubricating your movements and you rolled your hips against him. You immediately struggled to hold back your moans, having been throbbing with need at the mere sight of those two proud cocks that sat in front of you and the way he whimpered at every delicate touch you gave him, immensely relieved at finally getting some much needed friction. He sat up a little, supporting himself with one hand while the other held your hip, helping you find more pressure as you grinded on him. Heat's eyes were wide as he watched you enjoy his tail, never in his life had anyone used him in this way, your juices glistening against his iridescent scales as the wet patch grew larger with every roll. His cocks were twitching as he watched you, his eyes almost black from how blown out his pupils were. Precum leaked from his cocks just watching you pleasure yourself with his body. Heat thought you looked unbearably beautiful like that, lost in your pleasure on top of his tail, a shining jewel worthy of his collection. Never had he thought a woman would accept him like this, and yet somehow you seemed turned on by it, a fact he couldn't wrap his head around but certainly wasn't complaining about.

“Hnng, feels good~” you mewled, grinding faster as you felt that coil in your abdomen begin to tighten. Just having the opportunity to play with a beast like Heat was making you hotter, his tail slapping excitedly against the mattress behind you as your orgasm drew close. You looked down at his two cocks, twitching with need in front of you, noticing now the way the piercings on his human form seemed split between them, with two ladders in the higher shaft, and the remaining ladder and tip on the lower, though being that he no longer had defined heads to his cocks, the tip piercing was considerably lower down his shaft. There were swollen bumps along the underside of each that you had no doubt would feel incredible inside you, the bases of each shaft incredibly thick and tapering to the pointed tips, comparable to tentacles. Precum beaded at the tips and rolled down the undersides, your eyes following the beads as they travelled, making you unconsciously lick your lips. They were not unlike the dildo you had back home, and your moans grew harsh just looking at them and considering what one would feel like inside you, knowing you surely couldn't take both, and suddenly your coil was snapping violently, gushing your release over his tail and shaking on top of him as you struggled to stay upright.

You gave him a crooked, fucked out smile as his tail supported your back, still twitching a little in the afterglow of your orgasm. You slid yourself backwards, leaving a wet trail along his tail as you shuffled down it, until you were far back enough to lean down and run a tongue against his lower cock, taking the other in your hand. They were almost scaldingly hot to the touch, but it didn't deter you from running your tongue up one then the other, playing with them with your tongue, like a greedy child with two icecreams.

“They're so big,” you purred, “how am I gonna fit them inside me?”

“I can warm you up,” he offered, “with.. um.. with my tail. If you want.” He'd always wanted to penetrate someone with his tail, but given how scared people usually were he hadn't ever dared to suggest it. He had a feeling though, given your enthusiasm for this form, that perhaps you would be willing.

You looked up at him wide eyed, was he really offering to fuck you with his tail? “Oh fuck yes,” you replied eagerly, arching your back so your pussy was more exposed behind you. You felt the movement underneath you as his tail curled and shifted, until the tip was brushing against your bare cunt. “Hnng, yes, fuck. Fuck me with your tail Heat~”

You both whined as his tail rubbed against your pussy, searching for the entrance, successfully finding it and sliding in. Heat was slow and careful, he'd never tried this before but he knew his tail was sensitive, so he'd wanted to try this for a while. It didn't feel as good as getting his dick wet, but it was pleasant and sent shivers through him as he felt your gummy walls squeezing around him. You licked at the tips of his cocks, holding them together to take both ends into your mouth at once, moaning around them as his tail pressed in further and began to stretch your cunt, thrusting in and out slowly. You switched your focus to one cock, still servicing the other with your hand, bobbing your head at the same pace as his tail was pumping into you. You couldn't hope to take all of him in this form, his girth far too much at the base for your lips, but you could get a good two thirds in before the corners of your mouth stung too much from the stretch.

He pushed his tail into you further, getting it close to the girth of his cock, getting you used to the stretch. He didn't want to get you entirely stretched out, he wanted to feel your tight cunt struggling to take him when you finally sunk down on him. His tail curled inside you, focusing on your sweet spots, making you vibrate his dick with your sweet moans until you let his cock go with a pop. “Ahh, gonna cum, fuck,” you whined, your hands pumping his two cocks in a messy unfocused pattern as he fucked you faster and a second orgasm ripped through you, juices dripping down Heat's tail.

“Want- want your cock,” you whimpered, practically collapsing on him. You had hoped to ride him while you held those pretty horns but you simply didn't have it in you anymore, your legs turned to jelly and shaking.

Heat rolled you gently until your back was against the mattress, your thighs wrapping around him as he laid on top of you, hooking your ankles together behind where his ass would be. You felt his cocks heavy against your abdomen as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen, his delicate human treasure. “Please,” you whined, feeling unbearably empty without his tail in you.

“Shh, I'm gonna give you what you want, my jewel,” he cooed, reaching between your bodies to position his lower cock, the thin tip easily sliding inside as the higher one laid against your clit. You took most of him with ease, his tail having prepared you well, until he began to reach the thickest part of his cock and your cunt began to strain against the stretch. Heat groaned as he bullied himself into you, whispering praises as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix and making you wince. He withdrew a little, not wanting to hurt you, until the pain melted from your face.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he groaned, sliding back out slowly and pushing back in fast, making you practically scream. He made harsh thrusts, unable to restrain himself now that he was buried in your heat, grunting with each deep slide of his cock, the additional stimulation of his higher cock grinding against your clit with every thrust making you moan loud enough for the whole ship to hear. “Good girl, fuck, good girl,” Heat grunted, the wet squelch of his cock in your soaked cunt filling the small room. “Sweet little treasure, all mine, all fucking mine,” he growled, his speed picking up as his fingers left bruises on your hips, claws sinking in and pricking your skin. “So pretty, my jewel.”

“Ah, Heat, so good, so good,” you whined, making your own marks on him as your fingernails dug into his back. The way the base of his cock pressed hard against your g-spot with every deep thrust was making your coil pull tight again, a fucked out smile spread on your face and your mind entirely lost to the pleasure Heat was giving you. He felt your pussy flutter around him, incredibly aroused as he saw that grin on your face and the way your eyes were rolling, your tits bouncing with each thrust.

“Ahh fuck, gonna cum,” Heat whined, his pace turning desperate and erratic as he got lost watching your breasts bouncing, “so pretty, so fucking pretty, gonna cum”

“I wanna- I wanna be covered in it,” you moaned, reaching down to jerk off the cock that wasn't inside you. He made a sharp whine as you pumped him fast, your walls clamping down around him giving him the final push he needed to finish, doing his best to work you through your orgasm before he pulled out and held his cocks together, jerking himself off till impossibly hot cum shot out in ropes across your abdomen and breasts, your thighs squeezing tight around him as your body shook.

Heat collapsed next to you, his cocks slowly retreating back into his slit as you both panted hard. Your stomach was coated in his seed and you couldn't help but run your fingers through it, playing with it while your clit throbbed from overstimulation. “So hot,” you sighed between heavy breaths, “that felt so fucking good.”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, my treasure,” Heat purred, rolling to his side and intertwining his tail with your legs. Heat felt unbelievably accepted and vulnerable in this moment, having never experienced such pleasures with a woman in his true form. He felt wholly accepted, the anxiety and fear of rejection he felt at the start entirely wiped away. “We should get you cleaned up though”

“Mmm, I could do with a shower,” you mused, making circles in the hot cum on your stomach with your index finger. Heat near purred at the way you willingly rubbed his scent into you by playing with his cum, only further adding to his possessiveness.

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Could you write a domestic househusband and his dom werewolf wife? Would like a more dommy-mommy werewolf, but not necessary. Similar to my first request of all the fluff. Keep up the good work!

Kabr0z Writes episode 91: Wolf Wifey

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: cunnilingus, face sitting, mild femdom, mild overstim, everyone's having a grand ol' time

A/N: I swear, writing those smut forecasts is the same as walking up to a coworker and remarking on it being a quiet day. So now I owe 3 from missed days. The next few days are going to consist of lots of downtime, issue is it's the kind of downtime that's exhausting, so we'll see how things shake out.

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You put the hoover back in the cupboard. The last of the chores done, just in time. You heard her key in the door as you stepped down the stairs. Normally you'd have dinner on the go right now, but she'd told you to hold off tonight. So you sat in the lounge, listening as she locked the door behind her and pulled off her shoes and coat.

She stepped through the door, still in most of her charcoal pantsuit, though the tie was loose and the collar unbuttoned. You stood up to greet her, wrapping your arms around her in a hug. Marie was a foot and a half taller than you, even without the six-inch heels she was so fond of. Shaggy grey fur covered her body, aside from some mottled patches on her muscular shoulders, frizzing out over her collar in the way that happens to so many lupines. Her steel-blue eyes creased into a resting smile, sitting above a prominent muzzle lined with long white teeth.

Not that you could see much of that. Face buried as it was between her ample breasts, arms wrapped round her waist, feeling the warmth of your wife's body and listening to her heartbeat. She kissed the top of your head

"Miss me sweetie?"

You nodded "I always miss you a little, you know that" Completely true, yes having a seven-foot lupine around the house meant you had to vacuum every other day, but it gave you something to fill your time between book club and making crochet tchotchkes to sell on your website.

She lifted you off your feet, still with a faceful of tits as she brought you to the bedroom. You landed on the bed with a thump, and you watched as the most beautiful woman you know got undressed.

Her fur frizzed as she pulled herself out of her work clothes, making sure to dip and twirl in the perfect ways to show herself off to you as she did so by the time she tugged your sweatpants off you were already at full mast. A hand grabbed the short hair at the back of your head, blunt claws pressing into your skin as she pressed you to the drooling slit between her thighs.

"Good boy, give mommy all your love"

You didn't need telling twice, jaw already working overtime as you lapped at her cunt, arms around her, holding her hips to you even as her hand pushed your face up into her.

She pulled your grinning face away from her, pushing you backwards onto the bed and climbing over you. You grinned as she planted herself on your face, pushing your head down into the pillows as she ground her hips into you, pushing her cunt into your mouth as your eager tongue set about her clit and lips, exploring all over her as she covered your face in her juices.

Her fingers brushed the head of your cock. "Is someone excited" she crooned at you, pulling your foreskin over your drooling tip as you voiced your muffled agreement. "You are? Have you been a good boy for me?"

You nodded, allowing more of her juices to flow over your face as she shivered above you. Her grinding became more rhythmic. The grip on your cock tightening a moment as her thighs closed around your head. Her whole body shook as she sighed in relief. The sounds of her climax made you leak harder. You resisted the urge to grab your cock and jerk yourself off as your thighs tensed with anticipation

"Mmm" her voice was breathy now, her quickened pulse rang in your ears "Yes, you've been a very good boy for me, haven't you?" She started rubbing faster, responding to the muffled sounds you let out into her cunt "Does my little guy want to cum?"

You nodded harder, eyes flickering as your mouth hung slack, tongue idly stuck between your slick lips

"Cum for me, sweetie, give me all of it"

Her words were like magic. She'd given you permission, and you weren't going to wait for her to change her mind. Your balls pulsed, cum rocketing out of you. Her hand kept going, wringing every drop out, even as your body started to twitch and jerk under her attention. You groaned for her to stop, but she kept going. You could feel every one of her fingers as she rubbed them over your sensitive tip. You could feel a little more leak out of you with every wave of throbbing aching that shot through you.

She climbed off. The air of your bedroom was chilly on your sodden face, refreshing as you panted. Your grin hadn't slipped, not for one moment.

"Someone had a good time, huh?"

You nodded, wooly-headed and glazed

"Come on, let's get you a shower, then I'll order a pizza"

You let her lead you downstairs on shaking legs, watching her ass shake a little with every step.

God, how did you ever get her?

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Well. Now I need a lovely lady to sit on my face for her enjoyment.

Any takers? 😁

It's been a while since I've reminded y'all, but you can request things by sending an ask (it doesn't have to be anon if you want to take credit for the prompt)

You can drop a DM if you want to hash out details some, but the ask puts it in the queue properly, otherwise I might lose track of it