#fishfucker pride

[martynsimp69]

hey

[zlixlriffs]

I drew this on ms paint @vyeoh​

[zlixlriffs]

It’s great seeing fishfucker representation out there. Thank you for showing that it’s okay and normal to be a fishfucker. 💙🧡💛

How do you feel that technically sexy fish is the most viewed flower husbands animation on Youtube - Zlix L. Riffs

Proud but also ashamed because Vio deserves it so much more. That was THE fh video.

how does mine have 100k views.

[ronearoundblindly]

Read the story with the trench mermaid and love it

What if she takes a liking to steve and is the only person she trust and alright to talk to . Tony surprised y/n takes a liking to him and y/n did tell tony "the guards are tasty . The cruel the better " while grinning

Continued from this post. Warning: minor language.

No, but like, what if that rumor/threat gives Tony the idea to use her as an interrogation tool for the other prisoners, putting them in a kind of shark cage and slowly lowering them into the water.

"I'm not actually going to let her eat them, Steve. I'm not a monster."

"No, you just think she's one." Steve crosses his arms over his chest, looking fondly at the bizarre deep sea creature he's spent so much time with over the last few days.

"Fishfucker says what," Tony mutters.

Steve, of course, has enhanced hearing and doesn't take the bait. He simply tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, lips pulled into a tight judging line.

"Lan-goo-idge," you sound out from beyond the plexiglass, blinking repeatedly and shaking your head in fake disapproval.

Tony's mouth drops open, eyes the size of dinner plates. His head snaps back to see Steve barely containing a chuckle, the man's own eyes now radiating pride.

"You did NOT."

Steve claps a hand over his mouth just as a high-pitched but low-volume shriek leaves you.

"Is she...is she laughing at me?"

Your webbed fingers pinch together, pointing at Tony with three full rows of gleaming, green teeth showing.

"Fff--" this one is difficult to enunciate "--fuhhhh-ker."

"I gotta--" Steve excuses himself with a wave to rush out and weeze-laugh in the next room.

Tony leans back like he's been slapped in the face, red flushing above his goatee.

"Cap! Cap, you get back here. What did you do?!"

Could not help myself. Not even sorry. 🤗

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[Sun, Salt, and Shield Masterlist]

[stimmingandstruggling]

(/rp, /dsmp)

happy pride month to traumatized teenage husbands, bi-coded fishfuckers, flirty mlm casino owners, aspec poly time travelers, trans furries who somehow got a cis man pregnant, bi gender ambiguous kings, bi gfs who disagree on whether or not to murder a child, mlm prison wardens who tortured their ex, exes who stole from their prison warden bf, mlm demon cult leaders who accidentally kill their husbands, 2 foot diamond blocks who got accidentally killed by their demon cult leader husbands, mushroom gays, arson gays, murder gays in prison, and pretty much every other character on the dream smp. also happy pride month to token straights tommy innit and philza minecraft you’re cool too

[hermitscar]

spent far to long trying to work out where I recognised this colour scheme from one of the paper chains my friends put up until I remembered it was in fact the fishfucker pride flag

[holsten-from-hasa]

hey what's the deal with empiresonas if you dont mind me asking? I'd like to maybe join the community in some capacity but I dont know how to do that

Empiresonas Discord Server was a server originally started as a place to discuss and develop ocs in the empires world. As it stands, it's become more of a general empires discord after just under two weeks.

It's a friendly place overall, though we do have over 100 members. And we do have some of the most cursed discussions I've ever seen. But there's also a lot of cool headcanons, aus, and worldbuilding ideas around and people pretty much always around to discuss them. We also have roleplay sections for roleplaying the empires ocs themselves.

We also have a rather incredible amount of server lore given we're nto even a week old. Scott Smajor joining for at least a day, everyone being forcibly turned cyan for Slut Smajor Saturday (originally as a way to give Scott the Scott Smajor role sneakily but now happens weekly), the "interesting mob vote" as it was called in one stream with Fwhip, Gem, and Sausage. We also have a fishfucker pride flag, our own (possibly still a work in progress) cards against humanity deck made by @zlixlriffs, and a thread thats been running nearly two weeks where most messages are just 'whorenoth'.

In summary, it's a fun and friendly place but can be chaotic and cursed as hell. We're also constantly on the watch for containment breaches in streams, at this point. If you'd like to join, I'll leave an invite link below:

https://discord.gg/xejdMcb6CY

[pinkjeanist]

the shape of water. // giran- or, k. okuta

     -     as a barmaid at a seaside tavern, your life had become one of misery at the hands of rowdy men and a cruel employer. in a stroke of luck, the most feared man of the seas turns out to be exactly what you were needing. pirate!giran, fem reader. 6k+ words.

          -     nsfw. minors dni. content/warnings: rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), praise, name-calling, creampie, mentions of unwanted sexual advances, swearing, and a soft ending. i got a little carried away there. 

a/n: this isn’t my first time writing smut, but posting it feels like i’m exposing all of my weirdest kinks and fetishes for yall to make weird faces at. yes im in therapy already, get off my DICK!!!!!! and did i name this after the fishfucker movie? you’re damn right i did. happy pride, fellow fishfuckers

The seaside port town you lived in was known for three things: brothels, booze, and pirates. You’d been lucky enough throughout your life to have avoided the former, but it wasn’t uncommon for unruly folk to treat barmaids and brothel workers all the same. It didn’t help that it was one of the hottest nights of the year with a tavern packed full of patrons, forcing the first three buttons of your thinnest blouse undone with sleeves rolled up to your elbows. For men who’d only seen water for weeks at a time, it was enough to send an unwarranted message, and enough to not be spared gropes to your backside every time you delivered a pint. 

Your employer noticed, and he didn’t quite care, so long as you didn’t complain. He spent the night behind the bar serving drinks where he couldn’t be reached by searching hands. But nights like these were too busy to resent him- the tips you earned were enough to keep you occupied. 

Only about half of your patrons were ever townspeople. Many were traders, others fishermen or soldiers on their way to distant shores. But it was the hottest nights like these, where the waters were infested with opportunity, that pirates stumbled their way into your tavern. 

Pirates were rowdy and brash with near-empty pockets and gold pierced into their ears and noses. The beer rivers never stopped running for them until they stumbled out of the door in the morning, every last coin wasted on it. You’d always heard their songs and chants and thought of it all as roaring. The other patrons grogged and shouted, but pirates always had something interesting to say, you’d gathered over the years. Stories from far away lands. Lands that you’d nearly gathered enough money to escape to. 

There were a few dotted around the crowded tables from crews you couldn’t recall. You found yourself hovering around one in particular, with men who ranted and flirted but kept their palms away from your skirts. Their “leader” was a man with a thick, ale-dirtied beard and crows’ feet at his eyes. He’d been kind enough to tip you a few coins already, even as the night was young (in pirates’ standards, anyway). You set down another pint for one of his men just as he was finishing a story of his you hadn’t yet heard. 

“...An’ the whale came up on the other side with a harpoon lodged innit from one of them wellermen ships, so Haru jumped in and wretched it from its back, the mad bastard!” His hooked accent grew even stronger as he continued to drink. 

“Was it a big one?” You asked, wiping your hands on your apron. 

“By the Mights, girlie, bigger than you’ve ever seen! Was longer than my ship, it was!” He laughed, and you smiled along with him as you lingered at the table. 

You got so caught up in thoughts of whales and harpoons that you hardly noticed the hush that settled across the tavern until it rang in your ears. Turning to the doors out of instinct, you found yourself perplexed to see a grey-haired pirate standing there- one that had caught the eye of the whole room. 

The pirate took slow steps into the tavern with a languid smirk, and you turned to the man at your side. You whispered, “Pardon, but who’s that?” 

“That be the Captain Giran,” The man muttered back after a moment, turning to meet your eye. The name certainly rang a bell. He was only one of the most wanted pirates in the smuggling game, after all. “He’s a dangerous man, that one. You’d best be quick with his business if you know what’s good for you, girlie.” 

“Oh,” you breathed, looking at the pirate over your shoulder. A man fled from his booth as Captain Giran approached, to which he sat down alone while his crew roared elsewhere. He looked at you. Your gaze fled back to the bearded man. “I’ll keep that close. Thank you, gentlemen.”

You made your way to the bar, where your employer was standing at the end, waiting for you. He had a pint ready for when you arrived. 

“Take this to the Captain. Don’t charge ‘im ‘til the next one, and don’t fuck up or I’ll sell ‘im your ass in recompense.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

That threat wasn’t foreign to your boss, but he’d never said it with such intensity. You prayed that Captain Giran didn’t ask you to bed, because you’d have to flee inland just to say no. 

You held the pint close to your chest, and spun around to face the room. The captain was just across the room in his shady booth. Slouched, ring-cladden fingers tapping against the table. His eye met yours again. His lips drew into another smirk, and you went still. He bled confidence and authority. It was having an effect on you that you weren’t quite sure you were ready to admit to. He was also somehow scary enough to make you shake in your shoes. 

You’d once heard a story about Captain Giran. It had something to do with a raid and a rich kingdom, but those details paled in comparison to the part where he’d hacked every limb from a naval officer’s body and used him as shark bait. It certainly said enough about his character to have you on edge as you started weaving through the crowd to his table. He didn’t tear his gaze from you as you got closer- raking down your body with little discretion, and thoroughly pleased by it, if that look told you anything. 

He was leaning back in his dark booth, captain’s hat resting on the table in front of him and a cigarette between his worn fingers. He wasn’t as old as you’d thought he’d be, but he was at least twice your age. Silver hair, an open white shirt, and a pair of pants that fit his pelvis tight enough to catch your attention. He looked at you over a red-tinted pair of glasses and took a drag of his cigarette. You’d been so lost, you could feel the smoke in your lungs. 

No one groped you on your way to his table, but their eyes were still certainly on the drink in your hand and the direction you were headed in. It didn’t do much to calm your nerves. You held your breath and kept the pint from shaking as you stopped at the edge of his table. 

You set the pint down and cleared your throat. “It’s on the house. Enjoy your night, sir.” 

“You seem awfully young for a place like this, little lady.” He took another drag and raked his eyes again over your body. You folded your hands in front of you. “Are you a slave?” 

“N...No, sir. I’m employed here.” You swallowed. He smirked. 

Captain Giran tilted his head to the spot next to him. “Come and sit, sugar.” 

Your hands twitched, body half-turning back to the room. “I, uh, I have to keep working-”

“I’ll pay your bills for your company.”

“I’m not a whore.” 

“I didn’t say you were.” 

Your mouth snapped shut. With pounding ears and heavy breaths, the only world that existed was that of the shady booth you’d cleaned a thousand times before, seen a thousand men sit in, and the only man big enough to occupy it was him. He was big enough to pull you in, like the Earth to the moon, and as you settled beside him at the table, the only thing you could think of was how pleasant his cologne was, and how you hadn’t realized pirates cared for fine perfumes. 

“There’s a girl,” He grinned, resting his arm atop the booth behind you. He folded one leg over the other and turned his body towards you. “And how kind of you to bring me a drink. Unfortunate, I’m not too thirsty, tonight.” 

“Then why did you come to a tavern?” You gritted.

“Well, I was thirsty before, but you’ve got me quite satiated, now.” He laughed and brought the cigarette again to his lips before snuffing it in his ashtray. You’d dished that right out for him, you supposed. “Have you got a name, little lady?” 

“Yessir.”

“Don’t call me “sir.” Try Kagero. Come on, now, let me hear you say it, doll.” His fingers started to trace your blouse sleeve from where they hung over the booth behind you. You clenched your hands in your lap, unable to look anywhere else. 

“Kagero,” You muttered. “Kagero. I didn’t think the notorious pirate captain actually had a name, for some reason.” 

“Even the worst men have names, sugar. Keeps them from becoming demons.” 

“Demons have names, too.” 

“Demons have titles, and capacity for mercy.” 

You met his eye. “And you are merciful?”

“Quite.” He reached for the beer and settled his arm again around you, sipping from it. “Sailors tend to leave those parts of the stories out, though. Much less rousing than the bloodshed.” 

“Well...do you wish to be seen as merciful, Kagero?” 

He set his beer down with a sigh. Barely an inch had been drunk from it. “Only in daydreams. The infamy keeps me safe and busy. Spares my men the trouble of raids, too.” He gestured at the pint. “Care for some?”

“No thanks. Sobriety keeps me safe.” 

Your eyes met again. His were pink. It comforted you, knowing that his cheeks weren’t; there was charm in a man as sober as yourself. The fingers running at your blouse sleeves weren’t too horrid, either, nor was the smell of him. Your gaze drifted to the pistol at his belt, then further inward at his pelvis again, and swiftly back to your own lap. 

“I never got that name, sugar. Unless you’re a demon yourself?” His voice dropped at the last part. Your head dropped, and you found yourself looking at his pelvis again. Those trousers were too tight to be proper. 

“I’m just a barmaid,” you mumbled, “and my name is Y/n.” 

“Well, Y/n, I’d reckon there’s more to you than this dastardly tavern. Are you married?” 

“Uhm, no.”

“Got a suitor, then?” He asked. 

“I’m quite free at the moment, actually.” You bit down on your cheek.

“Who takes care of you, then?” 

“I take care of myself. Why do you ask so many questions?” You looked at him. His gaze was dark over the brim of his glasses, his smile playful.

He slid his arm just a bit tighter around you, and his eyes fell to your lips. “I’m just wondering what such a pretty young thing like you is doing in a place crawling with filthy men like me.” 

“You’re not filthy, Kagero.”

“How can you be so sure?” 

He was dishing it out for you. All you had to do was say something sly and you’d be in those awfully tight trousers of his. You’d wanted men and women in such a way before, but you’d never acted on any urges, or even tried. But you knew enough of yourself to know wanting, and you wanted this man more than you’d wanted anyone else in your life. If there was any time to waste your purity, this was better than anything, and the heat beneath your skirts seemed to agree. 

“Well...the night is long enough for a demonstration or two. Just so I can be sure you aren’t filthy like the others.” 

He chuckled, and his head dipped to mumble by your ear: “I’m sorry to disappoint, sugar, but I’m a bit filthier than you might have hoped. But I can be clean and perfect if you want me to. Just for you.” 

“I don’t want you to be clean.” You found his thigh and gripped it. His hand settled over your own as his thumb rubbed circles into your knuckles. “I just want you to be good to me.” 

“I’ll do whatever you want, sugar. You deserve to be cared for. I don’t intend on neglecting you, however you’ll have me.” He pressed a kiss into your neck. His hand rubbed your thigh over your skirts, and travelled dangerously upward. 

“I don’t…” You swallowed. “...I don’t want you to be gentle, either.”

“Dirty girl,” He tsked. Kagero breathed into your neck, “We should book a room. I’m sure your boss wouldn’t mind.” 

You looked up in search of your boss, and found a tavern peering at the both of you instead. You swallowed and nodded. The heat between your legs was becoming unbearable. 

“To be fair, as long as you aren’t hanging him from the side of your ship, I’m certain my boss will be delighted.” Kagero let out a boisterous laugh and grabbed his hat, and you giggled as you slid out from the booth. He took a firm grip of your side and tugged you close as you sauntered up towards the counter. For a moment, you basked in being a pirate’s sidepiece, being ogled by all the other men in the room (whether for jealousy for you or envy of Giran, it didn’t matter), but as you approached the counter, you were once again an underpaid barmaid, under the scrutiny of her boss. 

Your boss cleared his throat with a furrowed brow, and your gaze instinctively looked elsewhere. But as Kagero’s hand slid down to grope dangerously close to your ass, you were reminded of who you were with. 

“Is there something I can do for you, sir?” Your boss asked Kagero. 

You cleared your throat. “We’ll take the suite.” 

He glared, but straightened up when Kagero barked, “Hurry it up, shitface. I haven’t got all night.” 

Your boss turned and scrambled for the room key. He set it on the counter and disappeared into the backroom. You giggled as Kagero took the key and flipped it back and forth between his fingers. 

“Thank you, Kagero,” You said, leaning into him as you led him to the stairs in a dark corner of the tavern. “I’ve always been so caught up in trying to keep a job that I’ve never been able to confront him like that.” 

“Don’t worry about it, sugar. He’s the last thing I want you worrying about tonight.” 

You led him to the suite, a room you’d cleaned countless times, but as you stood in the center of it, you had lost all the confidence you’d had while sitting with Kagero at the booth. He locked the door, and your arms wrapped around your middle as he ambled towards you.

“I can leave it unlocked, if you want,” He said, setting his hat on a table as he approached. 

“No, no, it’s better that way…” You looked down at his boots. He lifted your chin with his finger. He’d discarded his glasses. 

“If you want to stop, you need to tell me.” 

“...Thank you,” You replied. You glanced at the bed behind you and took a wavered breath while reaching behind your back to your corset. “Uhm, I suppose you want me undressed…” 

“No.” He took your wrists in his hands. He brought one of them to his mouth and mumbled into it, “I’ll have whatever you want. So what do you want from me, sugar?”

“Can you- I saw once...when I was walking past the brothels, uhm- he was...he had his mouth down there…”

“You want me to eat out your pretty pussy, sugar? Is that what you want?” He tugged you closer and moved his lips to your neck. You gasped as he began to lick and suck at the crook of your neck. Your hips began moving along his thigh, and he propped out his knee for you. “Look at you. We’ve barely started and you’re already whoring yourself out over the thought of it. Do you do this for other filthy men, too?” 

“I- I’ve never done this for any man, filthy or- or not-” You shoved your face in his shoulder, cheeks burning as you ground yourself harder into his thigh. 

“Oh, sugar…” He groaned. “...are you sure you want it rough?” 

“Yes, yes please…” With one hand digging into his shirt, the other started hiking up your skirts to rub bare skin on his leg, but he stopped you with a laugh and hands undoing the strings of your corset. 

“Just let me take care of you, dollface. We’ll get to that in a bit.”

“You said I could have whatever I wanted-”

“-and you will, but I’ll need you to stop acting like such a slut, first.” You whined, almost crying, and he finished undoing the laces of your corset with a grin. His length poked at you through his trousers, and you dug your hands in his shirt to keep from grabbing at it. “There’s a good girl. You’re gonna need to stop grinding on me to get this dress off, sweetheart.” 

You huffed, but reached around to untie your apron and let it fall to the floor before loosening the back of your dress. Giran stepped back as your gown fell to the floor, eyeing your bare chest. 

You moved to cover it, but his arms again shot out and grabbed your wrists. “I want to see all of you. Take those petticoats off, now. I want to see what you’ve been saving for me.” 

Your cunt throbbed at that, and you rushed to do as you were told, untying your petticoats from the back and letting them fall to the floor. Kagero let out what almost sounded like a growl as he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him until your nipples brushed against his shirt. He took you by the chin. 

He asked, “You ever kissed anyone, sugar?”

“Yes,” You breathed. 

“You ever kissed anyone like me?” 

You shook your head. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” 

“Yes- yes, please.”

He laughed and nearly crashed your lips together. He didn’t waste time putting his tongue in your mouth, and all you could taste was smoke. It was addictive. You pressed yourself into him again, trying to answer the throbbing between your thighs, but he pulled away. 

“Don't get carried away, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Get on the bed, now. Open those pretty legs for me.” 

You pulled away and climbed onto the creaking bed, head propped against the headboard on top of a pillow. Kagero’s hands moved to the first button of his loose shirt, and he began to undo them one by one with his eyes trained on your core. From what you could see in his trousers, he was big, and the button of his pants looked ready to pop off with how hard he was. You couldn’t help but slide a hand down to your cunt at the sight. 

“Dirty girl. Can’t control yourself for five seconds, can you?” He grinned, reaching the last of his buttons and pulling his shirt out from where it’d been tucked into his pants. As it fell to the floor, your eyes widened at his tattooed arms- full sleeves with designs crawling onto his soft pecs. Your cunt throbbed even harder. 

After removing his boots, he climbed onto the bed with his trousers on and ran his hands up your trembling legs, avoiding the spot where you needed him most. “Hands at your sides, girlie. I’ve got you from here.” 

You obeyed with a whine, and he chuckled. His hands grabbed at the meat of your thighs obscenely as if they were toys for his own pleasures, and rubbed teasingly at the crease of your legs and your pelvis, grazing the hair there. “This is where you want me, doll?” 

You nodded, clawing at the sheets. “Yes, please.” 

“Lovely manners. I don’t even have to ask if you deserve my mouth. You’ve been such a good girl for me.” He laid on his stomach and brought his mouth so close to your cunt you could feel his breath, pinning your legs open with strong arms. “I wanna hear you ask for it, though. Nicely. Don’t be shy, now.” 

“Kagero, please- please eat me out. I need it, Kagero, please…”

“Very good, pretty girl.” 

He wasted no time in licking a stripe up your cunt, then latching onto your clit and bombarding it with his tongue. You would have flown off the sheets if he weren’t pinning you down. He groaned into your pussy and lapped at it like a man starved. Your hand shot out to comb into his hair, not tugging, but enough to press him deeper. 

He moaned and slid a finger into your dripping cunt. You gasped, back arching off the sheets, and he continued to groan into your clit. He began to suck at it, adding another finger, and you took it so easily. He pumped them in and out of you slowly, torturously. 

“Kagero, Kagero please-” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, but you pleaded and moaned and just nearly cried. It was better than you’d dreamed off, better than any time you’d touched yourself, and you didn’t even have his cock, yet. 

You were close, and you were sure he could tell, as he sped up his fingers and added a third as he abused your clit and lapped at your cunt. You could feel your orgasm coming and building, ineffable and right there, and he fucked your cunt even harder with his fingers. “-fuck, Kagero, I can’t, I’m close-”

“Cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my face,” He groaned, and you did, crying as your back nearly broke in arching and your cunt spasmed under his abuse. His mouth and his fingers didn’t stop until your orgasm was more than over. Your clit was sore and puffy when he finally pulled away, and you felt more empty than you’d ever had when his fingers left you. 

You collapsed onto the pillows, arms thrown above your head as you panted. After a long minute, you opened your eyes to the ceiling, then moved them downward as Kagero moved to sit on his knees. 

There was a wet spot on his pants where his cock had leaked excessively. Kagero grinned and pulled at his waistband, showing it off. “That’s all for you, dolly. You still want it?”

“Yeah…” You panted, sitting up slowly. “Can...Can I-?”

“Yeah, you can. I’m all yours, honey.” 

You looked up at him through your lashes, and his hands fell to his sides as you gently grabbed his waistband. You thumbed at the button and bit your lip. You eyed his cock. It was big just looking at it through his trousers. And it was all for you. You’d made the mess in his pants, you’d made him this hard, and all just from eating out your pussy. It already had your cunt heating up again. 

You unbuttoned his trousers. You began to pull them down, and no sooner did his cock spring out, almost hitting you in the face. Just the sight of it made you start to pant, again. 

“Do you wanna try suckin’ on it, sweetheart?” He smirked, running a hand along his cheek. “It’s okay if it’s too big.” 

“No, I...I want to. I do.” You swallowed and grabbed it at the base, eyeing the heavy balls hanging with need. “Can- can you stand up? I want to kneel.” 

“You’re a real nasty girl, huh? Bet you envy those girls down in the brothels, all down on their knees for filthy men.” He climbed off the bed, and you scrambled to the floor after him, taking him again in your hand as the wood clawed into your knees. It only served to make your core hotter. 

“I’d only wanna be one of them if you were my customer,” You grinned, pumping his cock. He groaned. “I’d only get on my knees for you, even as filthy as you are.” 

He laughed, and you smiled before licking a stripe up his cock. His hand settled on the back of your neck, not pushing, just resting. His cock was heady and heavy in your hand and on your tongue. Just the smell made your head spin with want. You licked and pumped at him again, over and over, until you couldn’t resist taking him in your mouth. 

He was thick, and as hard as it was to take him, you almost cried in joy at the way he filled your mouth. Kagero reminded you to watch your teeth, and you did so with pride, taking him as deep as you could, back and forth on his cock, licking the underside as much as you could. It was certainly not the best blowjob in the world, you were sure, but he groaned and praised you like it was, calling you a good girl and telling you that’s it, dollface, take it for me.

It wasn’t long before he pulled you off his cock and gripped his base, panting above you. “Holy hell, girlie, you’ve got me about to bust.” 

“I wanna make you cum, Kagero, please!” You said, batting the tears from the corners of your eyes. Taking him had nearly made you cry with how big it was, but you wanted nothing more than to put his cock back in your mouth. However, he had other plans. 

“If I cum now, I won’t be able to fuck you for a while. I’m not as young as I used to be. You want me to fuck you, right, dirty girl?” He brushed your hair out of your eyes and swiped your tears with his thumb. You nodded, fingers grabbing at his thighs. “Get back on the bed for me, then.”

“But- uhm, I don’t...I don’t want it on the bed, Kagero.” 

He frowned. “Then where do you want it, sweetheart?”

You swallowed and looked over to the table where Kagero had set his hat down earlier, then looking back up at him expectantly. “I- uh, I want you to...to bend me over it, please.”

“Over the table? Are you sure?” 

You nodded. “I want you to take me like a pirate would.” 

He seemed almost surprised before he smiled, running his hand along your cheek before helping you to your feet. “Don’t keep your captain waiting then, sweetheart.” He gave a lewd slap to your ass that made you giggle, of all things, and you scrambled to the table. 

As you bent over the edge of it, exposing yourself to the cool air and the pirate behind you, your core again erupted with heat and slick as if he hadn’t thrown your back out eating your pussy just ten minutes ago. And as he stepped up behind you, his cock resting heavy between your cheeks and his breath on your neck, a word came to mind: perfect. This was what you needed, how it was meant to be. Bent over a table like a bitch in heat with a filthy, dirty, caring man behind you to make you his. He ground his dick into your ass and pressed heated, gentle kisses into your neck, and there wasn’t a better place in the world to be. 

“Are you sure this is how you want it, sweetheart?” He took your chin and turned your head to look at him from over your shoulder. There was a flame in his eyes, but he held you so kindly, so properly, that you hadn’t a fear at all.

“I’m sure,” You breathed, grinding back into him. “I’m ready.” 

Kagero smiled and placed a kiss to your lips before standing straight, slicking his cock with precum and spit and lining himself up. His tip pressed into your core, and slowly, he eased it in. 

“That’s it…” He groaned. You bit your arm at the strange intrusion, aching as he continued inching inward with an odd fullness settling into your cunt as he went. Soon, his hips met yours, and you let out the breath you’d been holding. 

“Alright, sweetheart?” He asked, draping himself again over your back. You nodded. 

“Just...stay there…” You answered, taking a breath. He felt even bigger inside than you’d imagined he would. It hurt until it didn’t, and after a long minute, you moved your hips back, piercing yourself even further onto him with a moan. “Oh, fuck…”

“How’s it feel, dirty girl? Full, yet?” 

“You’re so big…” You answered, moving your hips slowly back and forth. “Move. Move, please.”

“Simmer down there, sweetheart. I’m gonna give you all the cock you need, don’t worry.” His hands stilled your hips. He started to rock back and forth steadily, slow enough that you could feel your insides collapse where his cock had been and open up again as he fucked you. You whined and moaned and quietly begged, but didn’t even consider changing his pace until you were nearly crying, impatient. 

“You want more, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah, please, please give me more, Kagero, I need it,” You whined, your eyes clenching shut as he laughed. 

“Alright there, sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl. Hold onto the table for me, now.” With that, he snapped his hips back into your sopping, aching cunt, and wasted no time plunging in again, and again, and so many countless times after you began to lose count. He was grunting praises into your ear as he pinned your shoulders down, taking you just like you wanted, just like you deserved. You almost squealed as he fucked you relentlessly into the table. Your pelvis began to grind against the smooth wood, grinding on your clit. 

“There’s a good girl,” He moaned. His balls slapped against your cunt, his thrusts so heavy that the table banged repeatedly into the wall, letting everyone in the tavern know just how good he was treating you, just how good you were getting dicked down by the most dangerous man on the seas. He grabbed at the flesh of your ass like he owned it, and with how good we was fucking you, he might as well have. 

“Kagero, fuck, please- please, Kagero, it’s so much,” You cried, tears gathering in your eyes as your sopping pussy squelched around his cock, over and over. You could feel yourself getting close, and he made no move to slow down as you neared your peak. “Oh Gods, Kagero, I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum, Captain!” 

He moaned into your neck, “Say it again, baby, call me Captain-”

“Captain, Giran, fuck me, fuck me harder, I’m so close Kagero-”

“Cum for me, babygirl, cum on my cock,” He gritted, pressing his whole body into you and pounding impossibly harder. You were shouting and crying and moaning loud enough for the street to hear, and with his relentless thrusts, you were toppled over the edge, squirting on his cock with a scream. “Fuck- Kagero!” 

He fucked you through your orgasm, and you were ready for him to cum inside you, needing him to, but instead, he slowed his pace and pulled out, again gripping the base of his cock and leaving you impossibly empty. Your cunt was still stretched in the shape of his dick when you looked over your shoulder at him. 

“Why- why didn’t you cum?” You whined, lip nearly trembling in dejection. He spun you around on wobbly legs and pressed a heavy kiss to your lips. 

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart. I let you have your fun on the table, and now I wanna fuck you like a proper man should. Just let me treat you right, sugar.” He pressed kisses into your temple, and you wrapped your hand around his cock to give him gentle tugs as you relished in it. 

“You’ve already treated me so well…” 

“And I can treat you even better. Come on, now, dollface, climb on the bed for me. On your back,” He muttered, hands rubbing your sides until you removed yourself to do as you were told. You nearly stumbled and fell on your way to the bed, your back already blown out, but not nearly having had enough. You laid on your back and watched him strip the last of his clothing away. 

He climbed onto the bed and kissed again up your thighs, then up your tummy and grabbing gently at flesh along the way, until he finally reached your lips. You relaxed into him, nails running down his back, and as his wet cock pressed into you, your abused cunt began to heat up again. Not even on your wildest nights masturbating were you able to go again and again so quickly, so easy to rile up; it was as if Kagero had put a spell on you. Or maybe, he was just the thing that was missing from those nights. From your life. 

“Such a pretty girl,” He cooed, lining himself up again and propping your legs over his built thighs. “So good for me. Do you want it again?” 

“Yes…” You breathed, running a hand through his hair until it settled on his cheek. He flashed a grin just one tooth short, and you were sure that was the moment you knew you were gone for him. 

“I’m gonna take you, now.” He pressed one last kiss to your lips before sliding in again, much easier this time. You moaned at the initial discomfort, but it was quick to melt again into pleasure. The tip of his cock kissed your womb with how deep he was able to reach. 

Another kiss, and he began to move again, slower this time. His hands roamed over your body as he fucked you with such tenderness. One of his hands snaked down to your abused clit and rubbed at it until you were putty beneath him. 

“Kagero…” You moaned, crying again, though more out of overwhelming emotion this time, and his other hand wiped your tears. 

“You’re alright, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” He set a slow pace, deep and heavy, driving into you with languid strokes and soft groans into your ear. 

“You’re so good, Kagero,” You moaned. He kissed your neck and moved faster. His cock was nearly throbbing inside of you, torturing himself as he withheld his release, just for you. He rubbed at your clit faster, and sucked a dark hickey into your neck, as if to claim you. The thought mde your cunt pound harder and clench around his cock. 

“I’m already close, Kagero,” You moaned, wrapping your arms around him. His thrusts grew heavier. 

“I’m close too, sweetheart. Where do you want it?” 

“Inside, please, inside...” 

“Oh, sweetheart…” He groaned. 

“Cum with me, Kagero.” 

He moved faster, pressing his mouth into yours as he brought both of you to the edge, his balls tightening before he finally spilled his cum inside of your cunt. The feeling of it splattering and sloshing against your womb sent you over the edge right after him, cumming for the third time that night, and holding him so close that your bodies nearly became one. 

He spent the last of his seed in your cunt, and stayed there for a while longer with his face tucked into your neck, panting and relishing in you. Your fingers carded through his hair. When he pulled out, he did it slowly, and gently eased himself onto the bed next to you with a satisfied sigh. 

“How was it? Was I too rough?” He breathed, maneuvering you both under the covers. You smiled and flopped your leg over his body, drawing him close. His arms wound around you. 

“You were perfect, Kagero,” You grinned. “I couldn’t have asked for any better. Thank you.” 

He pressed a kiss into your temple and looked up at the ceiling, you closing your eyes. For a moment, all was perfect in the world, but the rowdiness of the tavern below brought you back to reality. It seemed to do the same for him, too.

“I don’t suppose you’ll be going back?” He asked into the air. You sighed. 

“I suppose I’ll have to, eventually. I’ll always need the money.” 

“You’re saving for something, yeah?” You hummed in agreement. “What are you saving for?” 

“A way out. Across the sea, surely. Anywhere but here.” 

“No set destination in mind, though?” He asked, hopeful. 

“No...no, I suppose not,” You replied. You’d been so focused on getting out that you hadn’t put full thought into where you’d go. You’d only focused on getting money for passage, and then enough to last you until you found permanent lodgings somewhere far away. You didn’t even know what kind of place you’d want to live in. 

“You could come with me, you know,” He muttered, swallowing. “I could take you anywhere you’d want to go. I can show you the world and the stars beyond, if you wanted. Let you take some time to decide where you’d want to settle. All free of charge.” 

Your chest lit up like fireworks. “I- really?” Your chest rose and fell with uncontrolled breaths. “I couldn’t possibly impose like that, you shouldn’t feel obligated.” 

“There’s no obligation about it,” He admitted. “I just want you there.” 

It was all so strange. You’d only just met that night, and you’d only bonded with him in (eventual) hopes of getting laid. And now, he was talking about a world with both of you in it, and your whole soul was telling you to be there, to go with him, and to be one. It was an unnatural sort of compulsion, but it felt right. It felt preordained. 

“If you’ll have me...then I’d like to be wherever you are. I’d like to see the world as you see it.” 

He smiled, his eyes closing. You breathed him in. He was all smoke and sweat, something surely vile, but to you, it was right. You pulled yourself further into his body, and he held you impossibly closer. You dreamed of oceans, and sparkling shores, and at the end of it all, was Kagero.

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[martynsimp69]

can you believe it? this thing 🐠 just told a lie

chapter 18 of there are many downsides to being a marine biologist aka tamdtbamb aka fis au is here! wowee. the post header has nothing to do with the contents of the chapter btw i just like the meme. fis au martyn can't even tell lies haha. because he can't talk :)

[martynsimp69]

happy mermay! i'm fisposting again

i'll be trying to write a little one-shot for each day in may set within the universe of there are many downsides to being a marine biologist aka fis au, my docmartyn scientist/siren au fic.

why not check it out....... 🐠

also the fishfucker pride blinkie is free to use if anyone wants to!!

[martynsimp69]

fibsh. 🐠

pov me hitting you with beams when i release more of there are many downsides to being a marine biologist of which there are now 24 chapters. can u believe it.

shoutout to froag my friend mrfroag for this image of my sona and the beams and allowing me to edit the fishfucker pride flag onto it for promotional purposes theyre a real one for that

[zlixlriffs]

[zlixlriffs]

They have very similar color schemes

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Imagine if empires!Joel ever finds out about sea horses

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Blue, orange and yellow. In that order. For a very specific reason

I wonder what very specific reason that could possibly be?

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There's an empire smp discord??????!!! I need the linkkkk pls I beg

It’s called the empiresonas discord but it’s more of a general empires smp discord now. I absolutely encourage empires smp fans to join. Although fair warning we say “fishfucker” a lot and have a fishfucker pride flag.

https://href.li/?https://discord.gg/cx2XQjWk