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yunabi436 · 11 months ago

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@sumaneun-stars

To Skye who PURPOSELY blew into the coffee we were sharing and who didn't let me sleep because she was having a sugar rush

'Four Seven Two Eight'

chapter 03 — 'One step forward, two steps back'

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Pairing. Jay x fem!reader

Genre. Angst

Warnings. Swearing, pet names, thigh riding, dry humping, making out etc.

Sypnosis. You didn't know why your heart shattered, when your one sided love, Park Jongseong, left you in the dark- because he was never yours to begin with. You didn't expect what 2 years could do to a person, especially to him, now a completely different person. Not the little boy he used to be.

You felt a sense of accomplishment everytime Jay looked at you in confusion.

“So y/n, how was Jay on his first day?” The boy who was minding his own business shot up at the question. You eyed his intense grip on his utensils, before meeting his eyes which held a slight bit of nervousness or… fear-?

The moment your eyes met his, you could tell that he was trailing off to the same events of today in which you were thinking of as well.

“Uh- he…” your eyes shifted between his parents’ and his pleading ones. It felt like his life depended on the next words you were about to voice out. He was nervous.

“He was okay, needs some catching up though” you lied through your teeth, never breaking eye contact. You smirked when you noticed his body relax. You got a glimpse of his genuine smile when his parents praised him, and you couldn't help but notice the absurdity of this facade he was playing. And of course, trouble always found a way to you- so you walked right into his game.

Now it was his turn to smirk.

As the sounds of metal scrubbing against ceramic filled your ears, you couldn't help but replay how your parents worsened your already shitty day. You regretted saying the words ‘catching up’ because Jay would be visiting way more than often for your help.

You flinched at the sudden clanking of plates next to you. You scoffed at the thought of Jay actually helping with the dishes or cleaning up. Pfft- he was way too stubborn for that. Rolling your eyes, you took a step away, only for him to take two steps forward.

You let out a gasp when you felt two palms wrap around your elbows, as your back flushed against his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body spread to yours, his breath tingling on your shoulder as he leaned closer to your ear.

“Thanks, babe” he whispered, his lips brushing over your earlobe, before he let you out of his hold and made his way to the front door. Your body suddenly felt cold without his warmth engulfing you. At this point, you had lost count on how many times your heart beat for Jay.

Unbelievable.

The next two days were the same as the last, Jay getting on your nerves but also making butterflies grow. You gave up even trying to stop your heart, since it always betrayed you. Useless piece of shit.

At least you didn't see him today and the entire day was for yourself. You couldn't deny that you felt a sense of emptiness in his absence, but you knew you didn't love him. He just reminded you of the boy he used to be. They just had the same faces. And just when you settled into a good day, you heard the bell ringing. You would normally ignore it, but since your parents weren't home, you took all your energy to walk to the door, barely covered as you rubbed your tired eyes.

‘Not again’

Yep, it was him. He was like a fly which would never let you be at peace, but he also made you shiver at his presence- in excitement or nervousness, you didn't know.

You sighed, not recalling that you were not wearing a bra and that you were wearing white. “Why are you here?” You asked, massaging your right temple with a hand.

You noticed the silence, raising your eyes to look at Jay's somewhat distracted expression. You saw his sizing you up, before he cleared his throat, almost like he was ashamed of his actions.

“Uh-” he stuttered, clearing his throat right after.

“What? Never seen a girl's nipples before?” You asked, already tired of his games.

He got out of his nervous wreck in a blink, his normal, flirtatious tone coming back to him. “I have some catching up to do, don't I?”

You groaned, dragging him by the wrist up to your room, not forgetting to shut the door. Opening the door to your room, you pushed him down on the bed and made your way to your spinning chair.

“You take political science, right? So this is what we-” you spun your chair to face him, a book in your hands and your jaw clenched at his dazed look.

Although you got him back on track, you couldn't even last fifteen minutes. Gosh, was he annoying. You couldn't deny that he looked damn attractive as he sat on your bed, legs spread as he leaned on your bedhead, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. You crossed your legs, just to make sure he didn't notice the growing patch on your shorts.

You cleared your throat. “So, professor Lim asked us to complete this” you turned the book for him to see, except he wasn't paying attention.

“Jay, I'm talking to yo-” you caught him looking up and down your body once again, your voice now caught in your throat. You looked deep into his eyes. It might have been in your head, but you thought you caught a glimpse of feelings in his eyes. Longing, you realized.

“Do you know where the lotus club is?” You were taken back by the question.

“Uh-”

“Nevermind, the navigation app exists” he said with a wink, before walking towards your window. He placed a foot on your windowsill, before turning back to your direction. “Thanks for the cover, princess. I'll pay you back later” he added, crawling out of your window right after.

You scoffed, unintentional tears of rage forming on your eyes. He used you? He planned to sneak out all along- feeding his parents pretty lies so it'd be a win-win situation for him? And here you thought that you might have actually had a moment with him. A turning point, or a mere development of care between you two.

You had rarely ever gone out at night, but you couldn't stop yourself. You wore your jacket and left through your window, heading to the same place.

“Lotus club…” you mumbled, observing the red dot on your phone which represented you. You looked up at the neon-lit letters spelling the exact place you were searching for, and entered it without thought.

Blazing music filled your ears, your whole body vibrating at every beat. The place was lit with vibrant colors, and the shimmer from the disco ball above made it even more flashy. It gave your eyes a challenge, but you soon enough got used to it.

It wasn't hard to spot Jay in the crowd, and of course, a girl was by his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck, basically clinging onto him like a leech. He held a drink in one hand and held the girl's back with the other, steadying her- to continue whatever she was doing, obviously. He didn't try to resist her or push her away, and instead he trailed his hand down her lower waist.

You couldn't watch anymore.

You sat yourself down on the couch of the disgusting club. What the fuck was wrong with you? Why couldn't you get a hold of yourself? Full to the brim with rage and rage only, you grabbed the nearest bottle of poison. Alcohol. You finally found your cure. Now going on your third bottle, you felt amazing. You felt on top of the world, like nothing could control you. Not even that fucking Jongseong.

You felt a sudden hand slip under your shirt, traveling up to your back. You looked sideways to the stranger. He looked… good. Too good.

“You lonely, baby?” He cooed into your ear. You flinched, but were more focused on the growing need within you. You could feel his hand run circles over your skin. This was wrong. Very wrong. You looked ahead into oblivion. If Jay could have all the fun in the world, why couldn't you? He thought of you as a weakling, a toy to play with. Just look at what you could do.

“Mhm, very lonely” you boldly moved closer to him after drowning another shot down your system.

“What's your name, baby?” he asked. You smirked, running your fingers over his lips.

“Yours first” you rested your legs sideways over his thighs, flashing an innocent smile at him. When he chuckled, you knew you got him wrapped around your little finger.

“Call me Yeonjun, princess” your mind shifted into thoughts of Jay at the nickname. How he would feel around you, body pressed against yours.

You gasped when Yeonjun pulled you by your thighs, making you sit on his lap. For a moment you glitched, you could see Jay before your eyes. Him in his denim clothes, silver hair and chains decorating his body.

“Ride me baby,” Jay spoke. You tried to get rid of the illusion in front of you, but you couldn't.

‘Fuck it. Let it be Jay. As long as I feel good.’

You placed your hands on Jay's shoulder's, pressing your already wet, clothed core down on his right thigh. You let out a moan when he bounced his leg up. Suddenly everything was perfect. Too perfect. Was this the feeling if you ever fucked Jay?

You knew it was the alcohol playing with your head, but as long as you didn't spill the beans- there was no harm. Your head spun as the poison consumed your brain, and feeling dizzy, you reached your climax.

Not looking anywhere but Jay's eyes, you started to move your hips even faster. You didn't care if anyone was looking. You waited too long for this.

When Jay let out a groan of pleasure, you were hit by a sudden wave of confidence. You gripped his neck and circled your hips over his thigh, every push and pull sending you off the edge. You screamed when Jay bounced his leg along with your movements. Your back arched to the intense pleasure.

Your hands trailed down to your denim shorts, looking at Jay in the eye before moving your shorts along with your panties to the side,Your sticky liquid leaking.

“Jay!” You let out a moan at the newfound feeling. A dazed, disoriented feeling in your head, you became a completely different person. You pushed Jay's back to the couch , clutching on to his chest for leverage.You once again started chasing your desire. It wasn't long until your second orgasm came. Your exhausted body collapsed over him, panting from the lack of oxygen.

“Oh my god Jay, that felt so good” you said after bringing your head from the nape of his neck.

“W- who’s Jay?

“That would be me”

You knew you were seeing things. Hearing things. Feelings things. There was no way Jay- the actual Park Jongseong, witnessed this. As long as you didn't spill the beans- there was no harm. Well guess what- the beans were spilled. And you were fucked.

“C’mon y/n, time for bed” you heard faintly, before feeling lighter in someone’s hold.

The anger felt when Jay saw you was indescribable. He never knew he could get his mad over a girl, something he could get with a click of the finger- and getting rid of them was just as easy. Call him a hypocrite, he didn't care. He was the reason you were here, but you brought him here in the first place. He was high and mighty on the exterior, just so he could lock up the little boy lingering in there, watching with betrayed eyes at his newfound self. He was disgusted by his own self.

Apart from his fire-bearing rage, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that you called his name. His name, and not the man under you. He figured out that from your dazed eyes and unstable body, you were not yourself- and your tolerance was certainly not high.

Carrying you was the closest to kissing you at the very much escalating relationship of you two. It wasn’t that hard, considering that he carried you almost all his life. Whether it was to school or when you got your period cramps, he always had the ability to. He got interrupted by a gasp and a weak slap from you.

“Move! Your jaw could cut me!” you said, with furrowed eyebrows and a pout.

Jay couldn't restrain a chuckle at your words. He found himself smiling at every weird action you did when you were drunk- for example, dangling your legs but your hands holding onto dear life. Your vision was dazed, but the disorganized, vibrant plastic stars on the ceiling of your room could be identified by anyone.

“How'd you teleport me here?” you asked, your hands lifted to your mouth.

“I don't know baby, you tell me” he chuckled.

Moving the pile of abandoned books of your study session gone wrong, he gently laid you on your bed, removing your shoes and pulling the covers over your body.

“Where are you going?” you mumbled.

“Home, of course” he replied, and before he could completely cover you, his actions were disrupted.

“No” without time to think, you pulled his collar and he found himself dangerously on top of you. The little boy in him took over, and it was your turn to smirk now. It didn't last long, your weak body not being able to hold him is placed as he tore himself from you. He knelt on the cold floor, hand on your jaw as he admired your red-flushed face. After a moment’s time, he spoke to no one.

“Where do you want me to go, then?” he asked, his voice like honey as he cooed into your ear.

“Don't go, just stay here”

He tucked a strand of hair from your face, a strand which bothered you- or else, which blocked his vision of your face.

“Don't leave me like before” his head traveled far away into the past, back to the rooftop when he first looked at your eyes which held something more than friendship. It reeled forward to the expression on your face when he made you cry the first time, a scar that was planted right across his heart. The memories brought unnoticed tears in his eyes.

“If all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard to say?”

“What? ‘I hate you’?” You started counting with your fingers, your playful tone back.

“No, just the opposite”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, probably the first and the last one. He crawled himself out of your window and looked back at your unconscious figure for the last time. He hoped you wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, you deserved someone better, someone who didn't scar you the way he did. Maybe the little boy, the one he isn't anymore.

‘I won't leave you y/n…

Never again.’

A/n: to yuna who threw my beloved teddy bear across the room bc i was annoying her while she was reading I MEAN EXCUSE ME WE HAD A STORY TO WORK ON. @yunabi436

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stevieschrodinger · 6 months ago

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Part one

Steve’s alone with fish guy, and it’s the perfect time to make his second attempt. For the first time Steve figures the guy must finally be relaxing, if only a tiny bit. The frozen peas were a massive hit, and maybe that’s helping. Being hungry like that must be really shitty, especially if it’s for a long time, like Steve suspects from the look of fish guy.

Maybe fish guy is starting to realize that this isn’t the labs under Starcourt any more. That Steve and his friends aren’t here to hurt fish guy.

Steve flicks another pea off into the water as he drinks his coffee; fish guy retrieves it in a flash, his eel like black tail easy to spot in the water, quickly coming back for more.

The kids keep calling him a merman - but he doesn't look like any cartoon or kids picture Steve's ever seen. His tail is too flat, for one, definitely more like an eel, plus there's no fins that Steve can see.

Steve offers him a handful of peas, carefully cupping them until fish guy has his hands cupped underneath, ready for them to be tipped in. They don’t touch, and Steve vaguely wonders if the guy will feel cold from the water. The skin of his fingers isn’t pruned like a regular persons would be, which makes sense since he’s a fish guy. Maybe he’ll feel clammy, or rubbery. Or scaly. Steve van very vaguely remember petting a stingray in a low tank at the aquarium once, surrounded by other kids. Might have been a field trip or something, but he can remember how surprised he was by the feeling of the mottled brown skin. Super rough, like sandpaper. Fish guy doesn’t look like he’ll feel like that either, though.

Fish guy eats his handful of peas and then looks back to Steve expectantly; or at least, that’s what he’d call it on a human person. It must be the same sort of thing though, right? The top half, at least, is built the same, right?

Steve’s down to his last handful of frozen peas; he’s already called Robin, she’s going to pick up a bunch of groceries of the green variety on her way over after her shift later. Also a few other bits, like carrots and bell peppers, to see if fish guy will try them.

Steve holds up a single pea between his thumb and pointer finger. Fish guy’s eyes track it from where he floats, a foot away from the ledge. Steve taps his chest, “Steve,” and then he points to fish guy.

Like last night, he comes a little closer, lifting out of the waster a little and then, cautiously points at Steve, he makes a noise that...kind of...sounds like ‘Steve’. His voice is raspy, and the word is kind of mangled, more of a sad ‘Steee,’ but near enough. It looks like he’s really trying, brow furrowed with concentration.

It’s not what Steve wanted, but Steve gives him the pea.

It’s overcast today, same as yesterday, and the day before. Blowy and cold. Steve doesn’t want to stay out here much longer, so he dumps the remaining peas into the water and then gets up and heads inside to wait for Robin.

Steve’s nearly at the door when he hears a splash and then a mournful, “Steeeeeeeeee.” and immediately regrets all of his life choices.

He sighs, and goes back to the pool, “yeah?”

Fish guy tilts his head, frowning, and then lifts his had out of the water, pointer finger and thumb a smidge apart...just like he’s holding an imaginary pea.

Well. Communication is definitely something they will be able to work on then. But Steve flaps the bag, showing the picture of the peas on the front, and the face that it’s very clearly empty, “all gone. Finished,” Steve makes a cutting motion in the air with the side of his hand, to indicate they’re done.

“Inied,” the fish guy manages cautiously.

“Yeah, finished.”

The fish guy watches him for a second, and then dips back down under the water, off too huddle in the bottom corner of the pool.

Steve wonders vaguely if he’s still hungry, but hopefully it won’t be that much longer before Robin gets here.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who really, genuinely likes celery.”

“Me neither, it’s like peppery water.”

“With hair in.”

Fish guy though, very clearly, likes the celery. He didn’t quibble over the cucumber either, that disappeared very quickly. He was cautious about the carrots, but with a little encouragement, and a lot of sniffing, he ate the bottom half of one, not seeming to like it so much at the thicker end.

Steve hands him an entire bell pepper, watches as fish guy takes a bite. He seems to like it, but then pulls a face, scraping desperately at the seeds on his tongue and spitting the whole mess out into the water. Steve can’t help laughing. Fish guy looks affronted. The look of genuine distaste and irritation on his face is very human and also hilariously funny.

“Oh Steve, I think you offended him,” Steve wipes the tears away to see that Robin is right, and fish guy has gone to huddle in the far corner of the pool, only his eyes peeking out. That’s got to suck, having no where to go. No where to hide; no privacy at all.

“This has got to suck for him; he’s stuck in an empty box,” Steve tries to imagine living his entire existence in a completely empty room; he can’t, not really.

“Well what can we even do with him? He seems to be freshwater, so the oceans are out. Even if we let him go in a lake, we don’t know what he understands about people, if he got caught…” she trails off. Steve doesn’t need any help imagining what could happen.

“I don’t know but...we need a plan...and he needs something to do.”

“What like, enrichment for his enclosure?”

It’s the first sunny day for a while. Steve had been getting resentful about it but a bit of warm sunshine is starting to make up for it already.

Steve looks uncertainly down at the bucket of dollar store toys he’s paid for. Doesn’t matter that the kids picked them all out, apparently Steve is still the money in this operation.

Plus gas; they had to travel further since the mall is now a fenced off ruin.

All the kids are on their knees at one end of the pool; all of them holding something. There’s a slinky (he can play with it along the edge), a Rubik’s cube (water proof, and we might be able to figure out if he can see color), a bucket, a plastic dog bowl (it’ll float, you can fill it with peas), a rubber duck, and a ball.

Fish guy, on the other hand, had retreated to the furthest corner he could, curled up into a ball, and stayed there.

Steve’s starting to suspect that the noise of the kids constant chatter and bickering is actually a bit too much for fish guy to handle, from the way he either hides or watches them wearily from the other end of the pool. If they move, he moves.

“Maybe if we spread out, then one of use will be close enough because he won’t have anywhere to go-”

“Absolutely not,” Steve tells Dustin, “that’s cruel, if he’s hiding it’s for a reason. Just let the stuff be and he will deal with it when he’s ready.”

He gets a little bit of whining from them, mostly Will and Dustin, if he’s honest, all the other kids seem to be really understanding.

The ball and the bucket they let go to float around in the water, and the kids soon loose interest and head off to cause trouble elsewhere.

Steve desperately wants to dip his feet in the pool, same as he would on any other day, but since there’s someone living in it, it feels kind of rude. Like he’d be knowingly walking mud into someone's house, or something.

Steve kneels at the same end of the pool the kids were at, he doesn’t want to startle fish guy by appearing right above him. If he comes to Steve or not should be his choice, but Steve has two bunches of celery and a dog food bowl filled to the brim with frozen peas, so he thinks his chances are pretty good right now.

He’s right, fish guy does come over, but his whole face is scrunched up and he misses the celery on the first try; it takes Steve an embarrassingly long amount of time to figure it out, even with the guy eating with his eyes pretty much closed.

It’s the first fully sunny day they’ve had, and the guy had been in a shitty artificially lit lab, and before that, presumably the Upside Down for his whole life.

It’s fucking bright out here.

And even as he takes his sunglasses off, Steve has no idea how to communicate this with fish guy.

Steve has the bowl of peas for leverage, but still. He shows them to fish guy, who, squinting, does come closer. And then Steve hands over the glasses. Fish guy, face all scrunched up, tilts his head, looking at them.

Steve takes them back, put them on, takes the off, and offers them again. Ever so carefully and slowly, fish guy takes the glasses. Steve knows fish guy is at least kind of smart; he’s confident he will figure this out. He’s proved correct pretty fast when fish guy holds them up so he can blink up through the lenses.

And then he...very carefully, almost comically carefully, slides them on.

He grins up at Steve, and Steve floats the dog bowl in the water, giving it a nudge.

Fish guy looks delighted.

Part Three

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #ao3 author #ficlet #pre getting together #pre steddie #mermaid au #mermeddie

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nemesyaaa · 2 months ago

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from the sea // pirate!rafe cameron x mermaid!reader

summary ; he was the too scary captain of the ship, and you were the too gorgeous mermaid of the sea. you were on his way, he was on your territory.

but mostly, you were not allowed to go on the surface alone since your mother's death because of dangerous and killer men like him. so when you unfollowed the rules of your father, you faced the consequences.

genre ; fantasy blurb. siren x captain dynamic.

warnings ; fantasy story ? possession. rafe has whip scars/and one eye. fear enthousiast. slight of violence. reader is a mermaid with tail. light gun play mentions and using. smut. gaslighting. dubcon. no shells on breasts reader. webbed fingers. lust as a sin.

author's note ; it's a 3k words. no songs inspiration for this one. i just wanted to make a fantasy au.

you were that kind of beauty that aspired to make all men go crazy over you, and it was for this reason that you had taken so many pirates adrift, to their bodies to their ships. you were beautiful and indeed the bewitching and seductive creature that legends and tales spoke of, but you were also the dangerous monster that the captains with monstrous scars on their faces and marks on skin who had survived your man-eating canines were whispering about in the back of a tavern to overly curious and drunk sailors.

you were the wife of all the gods but above all, those who defended their oceans. but only since your mother's death, your father firmly forbade you from going to the surface, either alone or accompanied. you were forbidden by the all-powerful sovereign of the seas. and his law was indisputable because he was the king and the monarchy. one day as his daughter, you will also be the head of the kingdom, and hold the power as him, even if you're not interested in it.

but like all girls your age, you had trouble listening to your father. no, you had this innocent and blind thirst to chase men. and, you had never had an incident before, so what could stop you ? you only had to slip into the clear waves, and let your magical and fairy body disappear through the eddies of the water which made your flowing silhouette as fast and shiny as a shooting star. the feeling of diving into the soft waves that play hide and seek with your sparkling and enchanted tail while the water gently embraced your mermaid skin was always the best.

you were the only dazzling thing of the perfect blue. the sweet and salty waves kissing your nakedness and long mermaid tail illuminated with colorful reflections ran alongside the rest of your bared chest in the flapping of a fin. you looked nothing like a fish that fishermen wanted to eat, but you looked like an underwater creature that captains wanted to capture.

one stormy evening, you decided it was time to go to the surface. you needed to break the rules to survive. with all the youth and rebellion of your free will, you had left the abyssal depths to face the dangerous world.

the sea was raging, and the waves were decidedly uncontrollable and violent. the shadow of a boat disturbed by the marshy assault of the storm on the waves wavered from one end to the other. that meant you were going to be able to have fun. you could also hear from here the agitation of the crew, the fear and the tension building. you easily spotted the captain because he was much taller and broader, the one who didn't frown a single eyebrow, and who remained calm as if it was the storm that should be feared. his voice shouted orders that you couldn't hear because of the raging sounds of the hard weather. he had a parrot on his right shoulder, and bangs stuck to the sweat of his forehead lightly sweeping his face. he looked delicious, you licked your bottom lip, flicking your mermaid tail to move.

you barely lifted your head out of the water in a crashing entry, emerging from the water by sending your hair flying back, a splash of water falling noisily into the waves and attracting the attention of the sailors above of the boat.

“ captain, captain, look !! there’s a siren ! ” said a sailor who pointed a finger toward you.

“ she's gorgeous ! ” replied another.

“ those tits…”

“ stop being horny, that creature can kill you. i don't pay all of you to do all the work so everybody on the ship move his fucking ass before i throw you all on that storm. am i clear ? and if i don't hear a yes right now, i will let that siren eat every single piece of yours. . ” warned the captain with a deep and somber tone.

“ captain yes, yes captain. ” echoed all the sailor voices.

“ man, you can't say that when you have a fucking boner while looking at her. ” commented a sailor.

“ shut your mouth, barry. it's not her at all. ”

“ do you think i'm dumb to think it's one of the men on the ship ? come on, you can lie with that mouth but that hard dick in your pants betrays you. don’t worry, nobody is immune to tits, especially when they're wet as a fucking pussy.”

“ mind your business. ”

“ as you want, captain. ”

a smile appeared on your soppy lips, as you disappeared again into the tormented waves. you had surrounded the ship, swimming only around the boat. you loved it when everyone was fascinated by you, catching with their eyes all your flawless moves as a show.

water being your domain and your home, you took the initiative to do some twirls by immersing your entire body in the water to bring out only your tail as you leaped to the surface with some back flips and observing your audience. you stood on an icy rock, resting your webbed and manicured fingers against the stone.

“ someone is gonna fucking do his work here ? ” shouted the captain. he was actually running out of patience because of his crew being so attracted by the siren. “are you all dumb on purpose ? this is exactly what she wants, to get all of your attention, and kill you. ”

“ captain accept there is nothing you can do. that woman is too stunning. ” cutted one man, literally drooling over his huge beard, giving up his activity for you.

“ do you think she cares about you ? you're just a prey for her. but right, this is not my problem. you can leave my ship and die. ”

once comfortable on the rock, , you begin to open your mouth to sing a sweet song that would bring them as well as this storm to their doom. your voice was just a trap to lure men.

you had no shells on your breasts as the tales loved to tell. actually, you were completely naked from the top, water running down your chest to your mermaid glowing tail. your skin was still cold and damp, like your eyes. but it shone through the moon, and the white pearls on your body lit up every inch of your flesh like stars. you were of a beauty that had thrown more than one sailor into the water. you were in the image of no god, no man, no woman, you were the angel of the sea. you had a throne in every wave, a kingdom wherever you swam.

your hair fell deliberately on your shoulders, and your angelic voice currently pierced all the foam. the storm was raging, and you appeared as their savior, a halo of light projecting above you to cover your superb figure. you were beautiful and unrealistic like a work of art.

when you weren't expecting it, one of the men you had guessed to be the captain had lowered a boat. he was certainly tall and imposing, a long coat covering his entire frame, and immense leather boots with roughly tied laces on his feets as he approached you. he had a pistol stuck in his glistening and leathery belt, and above all an eye patch over his face. you took a look at the cross scar hidden in his shirt of which you only saw the scary top of the burned mark of the probably iron.

he rowed up to you, until you felt his scent replacing the salty smell of the sea. you quickly understood that there was nothing like the other men you had managed to charm. not unlike the others, this man seemed to be able to corrupt anyone, men and women, humans and mermaids alike.

he placed his boat near the rock to look at you more closely.

“didn’t your father warn you not to come near men like me? i’m sure he did gorgeous, i bet you’re just not smart enough to listen to him. ”

you backed away but he put his gun on the tip of your tail to stand you still, making you shake. “y’know what that means? I’m in charge here. ”

“let me go!” you responded, waving your tail limply, but he pushed his finger against the trigger of his gun to scare you.

"you'll leave when i decide. so stand still because from now, all your rules are made by me. ”

“you should fear my father, he will kill you.” you replied.

he laughed in a mocking tone, and moved closer to you with a smirk. “you could kill me too though, couldn’t you mermaid ? but look at you, shaking like prey ready to die by my hand.”

“are you going to kill me?”

“ is this a question or a wish ? or maybe a dirty mermaid fantasy ? ”

“i don’t want to die.”

“If that pretty mouth can sing like it does then it can beg too, don’t you think? If you want me to spare you, you’re gonna have to be a bit more convincing.”

he lowered his gaze towards your glossy and watery body, his weapon buried in the flesh of your stomach, before slightly moving up to your breasts, your nipples arching against the gun. you shivered at the contact of the metal against your skin.

he slid the gun up to your throat, pushing the barrel against your vocal cords. you coughed, and placed a hand around his.

he had sworn "oh fuck...legends don't tell all the things siren can do to a man…"

your webbed fingers, surrounded by tiny fins, had found their effect on him. you looked so sweet and innocent, but you were a creature who knew how to be machiavellian so he had to keep an eye on you.

“you don’t want to die?” he asked, repeating your words.

rafe was not a man of morals, he made fun of laws and conventions. and above all, why would he deprive himself when a beautiful mermaid was willing to do whatever he wanted just to be spared.

you were desperate, and frighteningly attractive. rafe would be lying if he said it didn't stimulate him. his cock was clearly hard and painfully stretched against the leather of his pants, forming a bulge just below his belt. and it was starting to be so uncomfortable. he only wanted one thing, it was to fill your soppy mouth surrounded by divine dripping lips until he felt your throat tighten around his dick, because his girth prevented the air from passing into your cavity.

oh yes rafe cameron was cruel. he wanted you to die, but in a completely different way.

and what he wanted, he got. he was a captain admired and respected by all and who had a high reputation both on the seas and on land. he was rich and miserly. he had as much money as he had girls.

he pulled down his pants, freeing his thick length to reveal it before your eyes. you'd be lying if you said you'd seen one before. It was the first time you saw something that big, it was terrifying. you didn't even know what this sailor wanted you to do with it so you looked at him with curious and desperate eyes.

oh that innocence burning in your gaze had shot a charge through rafe's body and his cock had twitched, letting precum drop on your face and the blood inside him completely heated.

"open your mouth...yes, like that. show me your tongue, i'll help you, gonna tell you how to do it.”

he had thrust himself into your mouth before giving you instructions, telling you how to make him feel good, while his dick found a way to your throat. you were even wetter inside than a real woman and it felt perfect and insane. you started to suck him, your lips vibrating around his throbbing girth that stuffed you real quick.his tip was slightly salty from the precum dripping from it that you had swallowed, making the ship captain above you groan.

pushed by his grunts and his tight grip through your hair, you pumped him faster because you were starting to understand how it worked. he never tired of your lips that foamed, and fully encircling his cock which as you licked got bigger and bigger, your naked tummy spiraling as the growing feeling.

with one hand, he had plunged himself completely into you, your head completely trapped between his firm fingers, and your nose buried in his pelvis. you gagged on him, a spurt of drool coming out of your mouth when he pulled out, as you gurgled strongly . your saliva hung from his glistening tip down the length of his hardened dick, all the way to his heavy balls.

he re-positioned himself inside you, his massive dick now dripping inside your soaked mouth as you continued to suck and lick with the fear knotting in your stomach of being killed. but you could feel that his body was relaxed, his muscles were loose, and you could hear every deep sound of pleasure coming from his lips.

he was both fascinated and over the moon, because your wetted tongue twirling around his hot cock was perfect. oh if he could have fucked you, he would have. he couldn't help but fantasize about how he would have fucked you on this rock, his large hands on your tits caged them like bra and pressing them against his thick fingers that would easily crushed them.

he also loved how your throat was so capricious, clenching around him while your tongue hungrily brushed his entire growing bulge. the feeling was intense, and you could hear his breaths become harsh.

that's what he liked about corruption, you were too good for him, a creature blessed by all the gods who had nothing to do with a mortal as rich as him, because you were too divine , too wonderful but at that moment, you were in the same rank. you were at his mercy.

you placed your wet hands on his hips, leaving trails of water on his body and impressive marks of whip that left scars on his skin. rafe could have sworn it was the gentlest touch in the world. the tiny fins around your fingers, tracing the straight line of his waist, down to his firm ass as you sucked him to death, drove him so crazy with your long soaked tongue that made him gasp.

and even if he was not a believer, he was convinced that heaven could not be so wonderful.

a few minutes later, his dick had convulsed around your mouth, and you felt large hot streams filling your throat down to your tummy. you swallowed, and he smiled before stroking your hair gently.

“ good job, little mermaid. don’t you deserve a reward for that ?”

you didn’t really know what that meant but you nodded.

he had taken a long pearl necklace from his pocket. “turn around. let me help you. ”

and you complied. he had hung the expensive and luxurious jewel around your neck, the length of which was so long that he had to make several turns until a hundred white pearls covered the entirety of your bust, dangling around your handsome tits.

“do you know what that means?”

you moved your head to say no, and he responded. “that now you belong to me. you’re my prized possession. you need to understand that now you can't leave. without me. ”

he had found a treasure and he was going to keep it. after all, he was a pirate, he stole everything the ocean had. and sirens were not an exception to the rules.

“i want to see my father.”

“mermaid, you are mine, and mine only.” he responded while caressing your soppy cheek. “ you don't need your dad anymore, just me. ”

you lifted your gaze to meet the most beautiful blue eyes you ever met. he was handsome as the devil, and you couldn’t deny it. but you were a mermaid, you belonged to the ocean, not to a man.

you tried to run away but he stopped you by placing his leather boot on your mermaid tail with a smirk, before leaning forward to grab you by the throat, your upper body was arched, his biceps caged your vocal cords tightly, his thick fingers pushed further in your mouth to forced you to behave, your drool dripping over your hanged jaw.

“what did I tell you about making silly moves, huh? behave, unless you want to die. you know what’ll happen if you act up? what you did earlier, with that pretty mouth, we’re gonna do it again. except this time instead of my cock, it’ll be my gun and if you stop, I shoot. And I know you don’t want that, right?”

" no…”

“ yea ? better to be alive. ”

you nodded. because it was true.

"now i have my men waiting for me. but don't worry, you're coming with me.”

“ that's a kidnapping — ”

“ do you think i care ? because listen to me, i don't fucking care. do you know what it means ? that you can pout, cry, scream, whatever tantrum you want to shout, it will not change anything. ”

you shivered when his hands stroked your shoulders, the icy metal of his silver rings brushing your skin. “ don't you want to be cherished ? see that world ? look up, because it can be yours. ”

“ you're not afraid that i can eat you ? ”

“ didn't you see my scars ? i fear nothing, even if you dig those canines in my skin, you will be the only one to be scared of what i can do to you. because babe, be mean to me, i dare you to, and i will be meaner. ”

“ where are your scars coming from, they're huge. and it's not sirens. ”

“oh, it’s a horrible story for a little mermaid like you. stick to your fairytales. so are you gonna come with me willingly or do we have to do things the hard way?”

“ sound like a trap. ”

“ sound like you're smart. ” he mocked.

“ i'm gonna follow you. but don't be too happy, my dad will find you before sunrise. so you're soon a dead man. ”

“ such a mean baby, already wishing that i'm dead. but careful, don't make me correct that mouth myself. it's not the kind of thing you will like. ”

“ because there is a good thing you can do with my mouth ? ” you were curious.

you turned your gaze toward him, and he lifted a brow, not believing your words. “ mermaid, you never kissed a man ? ”

“ show me what kissing is. ”

“ Why would I kiss the mouth that curses me ? ”

“ Should i ask those men on the ship? ”

because of his possessive side, categorically refusing to share you with his crew full of grotesque men, he had leaned down to grab your jaw and press his lips against yours.the feeling was so strange, but your mermaid tail was waving on the cold stone. “seems like you enjoy being kissed. ” he said, as his tongue swirled with yours. “ want to be kissed endlessly ? yea ? then don't make me repeat myself and move that fucking tail to the ship. ”

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