#matthew joy

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL

KINKTOBER DAY 9 - LITTLE MERMAID AU WITH MATTHEW JOY

Pairing.| Matthew Joy x fem!reader

Summary.| You’re fascinated by the human world and fall in love with a sailor from afar. When you save him, you’re desperate to be united with him. A sea witch offerings a proposition too good for your fairytale ending. If only you listened to how cruel the human world could be.

Warnings.| Noncon, dubcon, outdoor sex, groping, fingering, p in v, Matthew isn’t a nice guy, naive reader.

Word count.| 3.5k

Notes.| Today was meant to be another story but I didn’t finish it in time HAHAH

The human world fascinated you. Most importantly, a particular human in general. It was a feeling you’d never experienced before, a sensation your friends would tell tales of during your childhood, love.

On a lonely night, you spotted the bottom of the ship. The mixture of curiosity and adrenaline fueled your blood yet again and you swam up towards the surface. With your head poked out of the water, the sounds of humans celebrating their successions echoed through your eardrums. In complete awe, you watched them laugh and sway to their sounds of music.

However, a certain human caught your attention. He sat on the edge of the ship, his legs dangling above you as he drank his rum alone. He admired the moonlight and inhaled deeply. The lights illuminated his face hidden behind his shaggy brunette hair, he was gorgeous. You felt almost compelled to call out to him, just to look into his eyes. But before you fell into that temptation, someone shouted “Matthew lad! Come over here!” and he quickly finished his drink and disappeared from your sight.

Matthew. That name sounded so dreamy, so fitting, so desiring. You found yourself following the ship for days, cautiously capturing a glimpse of him every now and again. His voice sounded just as graceful. A deep accent of masculinity and husky. The clothing he wore made him look so handsome, you enjoyed the cream shirts that covered his chest.

But one night, the thunderstorm brewed in the sky like a pot of stew over a fire pit. The rain poured in every direction, the gusts of wind could throw you meters in a different direction. The sky cracked, flashing white as you shot out of the water. You stared up to the ship, swaying over the waves. The shouts and demands of humans were drowned out by the vicious rain and piercing winds. You followed after the ship, watching fearfully as you observed the men try to keep a hold of the ship.

You gasped out as you saw him tumble over the edge, smacking arms first into the water. You shot down into the water after him. He sank so gracefully, his body folded in as the depths of the ocean tried to consume him. You swam up rapidly, your arms latched onto his upper body as you inclined up the surface. There was no point in trying to capture the humans attention, you needed to get Matthew safely to shore, away from the sea.

So you swam in the same direction of the ship. It was a struggle to keep his head up from the water. You whimpered and mumbled to yourself, fearing the worst if you didn’t make it quick enough. You were considered a faster swimmer than most mermaids, but you had no idea how far land was, if land was even nearby yet. But the lights in the distance gave you hope.

As you swam him to shore and wriggled yourself up as far as safely possible on the shore, he laid unconscious underneath you. The storm remained deep in the sea, only a light shower impacted the land. The beach was empty, the sun crept up from the horizon.

You couldn’t help but to admire him up close, your hand rested over his chest as he laid still, your head tilted at the thudding motion in his torso. Matthew had these small scars over his cheek and upper lip. For some reason you found yourself singing to him, a common siren melody as you caressed his chest. His eyes fluttered open, he murmured out gibberish before coughing out the sea water.

You panicked, eyes shooting down to your tail as he spat out as much salt water as possible. As you tried to scoot down to the water, his arms latched onto your upper body. Still mumbling gibberish, his weak blue eyes tried to jump start his consciousness. It would have been easy to slap off his hold, his strength was that weak, but you found your logic drained by him.

After a few heavy blinks, his rough hand cupped your face, he smiled weakly at you. Instantly, he pressed his lips against yours, yours instinctively opened. Both of your lips danced with each other, the corners of your lips widened as his tongue swam into your mouth. Suddenly, he slumped back onto the shore, you hand pressed against his chest, still rising and falling. As you caught your breath, you saw the shining light grow closer, shouts of men echo through the sky, you retreated back into the sea before they could reach you.

The days turned tortuous, you often stalked the island in hopes of seeing him, but never did. The ship he voyeured on was at the docks, so you prayed that they found him and would take him home. You needed to find him, you needed to make sure he was okay.

The anxiety and dread pooled inside of you, what if he passed away shortly after. Every hour you relived the memory of your kiss, it was a firework show of passion.

Days later, you watched the ship depart back into the sea. You followed it for hours, getting every chance to look out for him, but you couldn’t find him. As you followed the ship for weeks, months even, you found yourself in a much different climate. When you almost gave up hope, you smiled as you saw him again, he was sitting on the edge of the ship. This time you felt far more anxious that he’d tumble in, but the sea was calm tonight, sky clear. His ocean eyes looked into the sea, a drink in his hand as he thought to himself. You couldn’t be more relieved that he was alive and healthy, but brutally reminded of the distance between you.

You wondered if he remembered you. If he remembered your passionate kiss. Perhaps it was a recurring dream in his mind, like it was to you. Or maybe he had no memory at all, of the situation, of you.

Your world felt like it ended when the ship docked at a port, all of the men were welcomed by others, you knew Matthew was home. It was unknown if he was greeted by another, a woman in your worst case scenario, he disappeared in the school of humans.

Days after, there was no sign of Matthew, you knew he was gone, it was over. How foolish were you, to even believe that there was a possibility, any possibility of blossoming love? You sulked as you swam, in no particular direction. There was no desire to go back home, seemingly no desire to live anymore.

The eels caught your attention, they swam circles around you slowly, you stopped in your tracks. Their gold eyes beamed into you, you felt compelled to follow them deep into the depths of the sea, there was no fear in your system, hardly any emotion whatsoever. As you swam into a tunnel, you observed the rare daggers of coral that spiked out from the walls, the tunnel grew smaller the deeper you swam, the eels now vanished.

“Come to me, my child” a deep feminine voice echoed.

Your stomach tightened, you stopped momentarily but believed that there was no turning back now. The arms of seaweed tried to wrap around your body, but you brushed them off. As you entered the cave, you saw multiple tentacles squirm out from a dark hole. There were exploding gusts of steam that filled the room. To your prediction, a sea witch emerged before you, echoing your name as she smirked at you.

“Do you know why I summoned you here?” she questioned bluntly, but her eyes were dripping with excitement.

“I interacted with a human” you confessed, not a sound of regret or guilt in your tone.

She snorted towards you as her tentacles crawled closer to you.

“Do you know the punishment for such a crime?” she asked, leaking sarcasm.

“Death” you whispered, your head lowered in shame.

There were rumors that sea witches' eyes were connected to the water, but you did not believe it. How stupid you had been to think that you could have gotten away from this.

“Well, good thing I don’t care for justice and order” she informed, a cheeky grin flashed at you.

An eyebrow cocked as you watched her glide around you, her tentacles teased you by wrapping around your tail.

“Then, why summon me here?” you dared to ask. She swam back over to the other side of the cave, her back turned towards you.

“I may know a way to get you to the human world” she answered.

“Really?” you gasped, you could scream at this very moment.

“Yes, to the human world” she repeated, those reassuring words echoed down your eardrums.

Your eyes widened with excitement as you found yourself swimming after her. A devilish smirk locked onto her lips as she admired your look of eagerness. The back of her hand ran down your cheek, you were beautiful indeed. Oh what a shame it would be when you were ruined.

“Please! I’ll do anything!” you pleaded.

“I warn you now, little half fish… Humans ain’t all they seem… They’re not harmless creatures, some are damn right evil” she explained.

You shook your head at her accusation.

“No, you don’t understand, the human I met, well, saved… He was utterly beautiful! I’ve never seen a more captivating creature in my life!”

“Hmgh, the eyes lie…” she snorted.

“No! Not him, I want to be part of his world” you confessed.

A burster of euphoria exploded in you, you swam up to the ceiling as you dropped back down. It couldn’t be more disgusting in the sea witch’s purple eyes, she rolled them dramatically as she swam towards a table covered in potions. Her tentacles poured vials into a conical flask. The liquids formed as a sparkling gold, almost for dramatic effect, it popped alive, the steam lingered up.

“You’ll be able to reverse the spell only for three days. If he is, this one of yours… You’ll stay human forever after the sun sets on the third day. If not, all you have to do is swim back into the depths of the ocean to return back to your true body before said day. But then I’ll have to deliver your punishment for human interaction” she warned.

In reality, the spell was irreversible. But the sea witch was only able to capture the souls of the self-murders. To be able to hear your sounds of suffocation, the sensation of the waters pooling into your lungs as you prayed for the pain to be over, was her deep true desire.

“I’m certain I won’t” you replied confidently.

“However, there is a catch…” her voice trailed, a wicked chuckle followed.

“Which is?” you frowned.

“You’ll lose your voice” she answered.

“My voice! But- How will I be able to tell him that I saved-”

“You’ll have your looks, your pretty face, a new profound body language…” she grinned.

“But I need my voice!”

“Look kid, the spell is for human legs. Just because you have the upper body of a human, doesn’t mean the anatomy is cell for cell. You speak through waves. They speak through airflow. Have you ever spoken above the surface? You think they’re able to speak underwater?” She questioned, a dissatisfied expression locked on. The lie worked perfectly as you naively stared at her.

“But you don’t-”

“Trust me, men don’t like a lot of blabber. Girls who gossip are bores. On land it’s much preferred for women not to say a word. It’s she who holds her tongue who gets the man” she smirked, her slithering tongue rolled over her sharp teeth.

You gulped down your dreadful thoughts. This was the only chance you had at being with him. He had seen you, he would remember who you are, you were certain of it.

“Okay, I’ll do it” you nodded.

“Stupid, stupid fish” she muttered under her breath.

She swirled the vial, you gladly took it and the potion smelt sweet. There was only a second of consideration, she laughed evilly as you downed the golden potion. You gasped for air, but the water filled your altering lungs. A sudden hole cracked open, you looked up as the light shined upon you.

“Swim!” she shouted.

It all occurred in a flash, it felt like a dream. You weren’t even swimming, the current dragged you with it. Your body glowed as your tail firstly split into two. The flashing lights blurred your vision, air pumped through your bloodstream. Within a blink, you were desperately swimming to shore, your mouth gasping for breath as you saw the beach ripple in your sight.

You gasped for air as you rushed up as north of the shore as possible. You spat out the salt water, the usual taste and texture tasting rather salty and feeling thick on your tongue. It was instinct for you to move your newly formed legs, however your limbs were weak and you struggled to keep them composed, eventually you ended up pulling yourself up by your upper body.

As you took heavy breaths of air, you could feel your lungs pump inside of you, for the first time ever. Your eyes stung, body shivered from the cold water, however the warm rays of sun eased your discomfort slightly. However, when you looked down at your human body, you gasped out silently in horror. You were naked, a wave of embarrassment crashed over you as you tried to hide your body. Fortunately, there was an old ripped piece of sail cloth washed up on the sand, you crawled over it and twisted your body around the material.

As you looked around the empty beach, the sudden sounds of barking frightened you. In the distance, an unknown figure seemed to grow larger, it took too long of a moment for you to realize that this creature was charging towards you.

“Kneel Tanner!” that familiar voice roared.

Your body shivered as you curled up into a ball, your face buried in the sand.

“Miss!” the seductive voice called out “What are you doing out here? Were you in a shipwreck?” He sounded worried. ��Let me help you” he exhaled and pulled you up to your feet.

The cloth fell from your body as you looked at him, your human. But you were too hypnotized from his beauty to care about your appearance. Shamelessly, you smiled widely at him, your body inched closer to him as you tried to balance your stance, his hands rested on your hips to support you.

“Fuck…” Matthew muttered, his hands trailing over your glistering skin, eyes lingering over your exposed breasts.

It was him, he was here, this was destiny. You smiled at him so widely, as if you enjoyed his moving touch. Matthew smirked at you, his tongue rolled over the cut on his lower lip, your eyes were fixated on his yellow teeth, they looked like tiny pieces of coral.

“You like that, aye?” Matthew murmured, his hands massaged the sides of your rear.

You nodded your head and pushed your upper body up to kiss him, exactly the way that he kissed you. Matthew stilled, only for a quick moment, then he moaned into your mouth, his body quickly mounted you onto the sand.

Even though the sea witch warned you otherwise, you still attempted to talk to him, but it just resulted in you making out with him in a sloppy manner. His hands gripped at your outer thighs, whilst his erection quickly grew in his pants. As you silently chuckled, your hands ran through his greasy blonde streaked hair.

Kissing was weird, but you couldn’t help but to feel drawn to it. The friction it created in your core caused your hips to raise up. Daringly, his hands moved towards your lower region.

“Like this?” He cocked his head to you as his hand roughly pressed against your newly formed cunt.

You gasped out, your hands shooting down pushing his hand away. That felt wrong, despite how pleasuring it was. Matthew tutted and forced his hand back over your glistering pussy, your lip trembled as you couldn’t help but to moan out, a surprising sound echoed out of your mouth.

“Hey, hey… It’s okay, I’m gentle” Matthew assured through a raspy tone. He could feel your body tremble from fear and he exhaled out, his hand still rubbing over your folds. “Where are you from?” he asked, not exactly caring in the moment, only wanting to distract your torment.

You opened your mouth to speak, but pouted when only dry, rough sounds rolled out. The attempt to speak got your throat sore, you needed to hydrate yourself desperately. Matthew grinned at you, it reassured you slightly, but you didn’t realize how sinister it truly was.

“Don’t speak? That’s alright, don’t needa do that around me” Matthew purred, his nose rubbed over your heated face as he forced a digit inside of you.

You mewled out quietly, your eyes swelled with tears from the pain as he pumped his thick finger in and out of your clenching walls. Matthew huffed out in arousal, his eyes now pools of desire, sounds of lust lingered through his teeth.

“Fuck, you’re as tight as a virgin… Shit, are you one?” Matthew’s brows furrowed, he rubbed himself with his free hand.

You nodded your head at him rapidly, not entirely sure what he was asking, Matthew groaned out and quickly freed his aching cock. There was no more time to waste, Matthew needed to claim you now.

“Fuuckkkkk. Okay, okay… I’ll try to take it slow” Matthew promised as he lined his tip up with your entrance.

You gulped down your fears, his hand pressed your shoulder into the sand to stabilize himself. Without warning, he tried to push himself inside of you, you screeched out as loudly as you could, which really wasn’t that loud at all. The tears spilled down your cheeks, your legs thrashed around as you heaved. Matthew pinned your legs down as he grunted out, determined to get his cock inside of you.

“Fuck! You’re- you’re so fucking-!” Matthew stammered, his nostrils flared as he tried to bury himself completely inside of you.

It took a while, with plenty of moments of him laying flat on top of you, hoping that your walls would ease up to his size. You panted underneath him, his weight was crushing you, the desperate attempts to push his weight off of you was already pointless. Gently, his hips inched back and forward as his size finally disappeared inside of you. The full feeling had you crying, you believed he was going to rip you in half. All Matthew had to do was turn his head to the side to keep his guilt at bay, for your looks of sorrow tugged at his heart stings.

As his thrusts got bigger, he crashed his lips back onto yours. It helped ease the pain, kissing him, the distraction was necessary for you to make it through this. The words of the sea witch taunted you, how humans were evil beings, you were so foolish. Now you had to pay the consequences, you needed to get back into the water as soon as possible.

“You’re okay, doing so well sweetheart… My name is Matthew by the way” Matthew smiled at you innocently, as if he wasn’t taking complete advantage of you.

But the softness in his smile made you want to please him, so you smiled back and nodded your head towards him. Then, his lips pressed against yours again, softly, gently, lovingly. As your arms wrapped around his back to hold him close to you, Matthew cried out, his movements stilled, you gasped at the feeling of a warm fluid shooting deep into your tunnel. Your head snapped down whilst Matthew grumbled to himself, his head hung down as his stiff figure slowly softened. The sensation terrified you.

Matthew rolled off of you, his cock flung out onto his dirty shirt and he exhaled, a satisfied grin on his lips. The fact that you couldn’t talk made you seem like you could be the perfect housewife for him. You wouldn’t be able to fight back, not that he ever wanted to argue with you anyways. Seeing you had felt like a miracle, he had been longing for a wife and now that he’d claimed you, no other man would want you.

The fear weighed heavy on you as you processed everything. This was your chance, you needed to get back into the damn water. As he laid carelessly, you winced as your core stung, legs felt like jelly. But nevertheless, you still attempted to crawl your way to the shore. But Matthew’s head snapped up, his brows furrowed and eyes narrow.

“Hey, where are you going?” Matthew mumbled as he slipped his softening cock back into his pants. His hands wrapped around your ankles and you tugged back towards him, you silently mewled. “I need to take you back to mine… It ain’t safe for you out here, don’t want any man taking advantage of you…” he cooled as he brought you into his arms. As he did so, you sniffled and latched onto him.

You poor, unfortunate soul.

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Book Recommendations Based on Cillian Murphy's Characters! | Pt. 1?

These are all books that I've read and associate with Cillian's characters. Just because I include a book does not mean I completely agree/condone anything in them... they just remind me of the character. Characters included:

Crane

Jim

Matthew Joy

Killick

Raymond

Neil

Lenny Miller

Fischer

Let me know which books you’d recommend and which character’s recommendations you like the best!

[cillians-sweetheart]

Matthew Joy x siren!reader

aww cute idea! I'm not sure if you wanted smut so I did a little 🤭 also sorry if it's not very good, I've never wrote mermaid x human before. (my bad the titles kinda lame too)

Treasures of the Water - Matthew Joy

Matthew Joy(26) x Siren/Mermaid!Reader(116)

Plot: When taking a quick break by the lake, Matthew is greeted by a curious mermaid who craves to explore the body of a human man.

Content: somewhat nude reader, kissing, hand-job (m), oral (m), unaware reader, kinda fluff at the end

The long haired man walked with slow, light steps through the sand to the large rocks along the shore line. His head laid low and his clothes were old and torn. I watched from afar with just my eyes above the water's surface. It was such an alluring sight. A real human man with long, beautiful legs.

Coming to the edge of the moss covered boulder, He sat and rolled the fabric over his legs up his ankles, and to his knees. His legs submerged into the water and his head lifted. 

I hid myself beneath the surface and swam discreetly towards him. 

The man sighed and his head fell once again to the subtle waves brushing against his skin. The land around him had been quiet and empty. Nothing but the sounds of the wind in the trees and small birds in the trees. He was miles away from his crew, deep into the forest where he had discovered the long, spacious lake I called home. 

My eagerness grew, and I swam faster like a bullet through the water. The movement caught his attention and he watched as a long figure cut through the water towards him. He froze in fear. 

I stopped suddenly just a meter away from him, still under the water. His eyes scanned over the water with confusion, looking for the strange creature that had been seemingly coming for him. And suddenly the top of my head began to rise from the water before him. His eyes grew wide and he froze in his spot. The man leaned back as my eyes came through the surface looking deeply through his eyes. . 

Now being so close, I could see the odd beauty of his bright blue eyes, and pink lips. I could’ve never known a human man could be so beautiful. 

My face slowly became exposed from beneath the water. Gently with my eyes locked on his, I swam up as close as I could to the handsome man. I rose more from the water just between his legs. My face, and nude chest lifted higher to his face; a face I melted into, and dreamt of devouring in that very moment. So proportioned, without gills or scales. 

The man stuttered, and his eyes glared from my face to my bare, perky breasts. In response my head tilted with curiosity to the emotions he expressed. So intriguing he was. 

I caressed his thigh -and with the siren power of my eyes- made him fall into my gaze. 

“A mermaid…” He was almost speechless, “You’re so beautiful…” he spoke softly and his face leaning down closer to mine. I too leaned closer to his distinctive face. “Who are you?” He asked with his eyes glued to my stiff nipples just resting on the water's surface. I hadn’t answered the man, as I hadn’t understood his question.

I held my hands onto his thighs and pulled my face up higher to his. Almost able to taste his lips from the closeness between us. And finally he sunk those pretty, plump lips onto mine. My tail beneath the water shivered with pleasure of the feeling of a man’s lips. 

Suddenly as my hands lifted up his thighs, I felt the fabric of his pants tightening, and rising.

I pulled my lips back from his and peered down at the aching bulge in his pants. The man’s face grew red with embarrassment, and his legs twitched. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve been around a woman… with breasts like that..” His mouth almost watered, staring at my chest. 

The language he spoke was unfamiliar, but the look in his eyes told me what he was thinking. I took his shaky hand in mine and held it cupped around my breast. My eyes stared up into his, praying to have answered his desires. 

He hadn't spoken but the length between him grew larger and had been twitching like a fish stuck beneath the sand. And as that usually ended, the fish would die. I could not dare to let him die. Not like this. 

I quickly grabbed onto the waistband on his pants and ripped the fabric down his thighs. He jumped and leaned back with surprise. And before my eyes, a long limb was revealed under those suffocating clothes. Pink at the top and aching in need. Finally with freedom.

It was an intriguing sight; electrifying. I reached my delicate fingers out to touch the smooth, hot skin. And I pulled back as he shivered and twitched at my touch as if it had caused him pain. 

“No…no it’s okay,” He paused and panted. “You can touch.” 

Not understanding his words, he took his cock in his hands and just lightly stroked it. He groaned and removed his hand to be replaced with mine. I mimicked his actions lightly gliding my fingers and palm against the veiny skin. My eyes darted up and down from his eyes to my stroking hand, gripped firmly around him. And his eyes seemed lost in between my breasts, face and soft hand. “Oh that’s good” He sighed heavily leaning back even further against the rock. His eyes were barely open and he groaned and twitched each time my hand squeezed around the wet, pink tip. 

Holding that tip in my palm, I messaged it the way I would to ease and open a clam for its delicate, shimmery pearls. And just as I would have expected, a pearl of white fluids built up from his tip and wet my hand. I had not been aware the human man could resemble so much as the glamorous clam; full of treasures. 

I wondered, did this man also taste of a clam? Curiously with his head leaned back, I lowered mine and licked over the soft flesh. The man twitched and shivered, his head whipping up looking at my tongue trace delicately along the salty tip, like the sweet ocean. It hadn’t tasted like a clam, but yet, it was delightful. A new, fascinating flavour that couldn’t be found in the waters of the deep lake. 

The man's hips began to lift, and buck gently but desperately into my mouth. I took the odd sign as he wanted more and repeated the stroking I had done with my hands with my velvety lips. His groans and eager moans silenced the forest, and the flowing creek that traveled around the lake.

I noticed -not only the limb of his deep in my throat- but his hands, and legs shaking and his hands gripping to the rock, causing his peachy flesh to turn white. His breath turned laboured and his sighs were hot, and heavy. “Yes… yes just like that..” He grunted with his eyes squeezing closed. 

More of that satisfying, distinct fluid of his coated bits of my tongue. Something about it being so delightful, made me need more. 

I sucked hungrily, bobbing my head swiftly. With the sudden suction of my cheeks around his flesh, thick amounts of his sweetness shot deep into my throat and filled my cheeks like a pufferfish. Finally the man’s eyes opened as I swallowed the creamy fluid like water. 

“Damn… He groaned seeing it flow down my throat so easily. “Oh my god… I got sucked off by a mermaid…” He looked around in disbelief, now after finishing coming to his senses. But I still hadn’t understood a word he said, or the expression on his face. I continued to stare up at him from the water while he sat there without a word. “ I uh,” He froze, thinking to himself for a moment. “Give me a minute.” He stood from the rock and my eyes followed his face, going higher and higher above me. I watched as he lifted the fabric covering his torso over his head, and ripped away the rest of his pants. He was nothing but pure, bare flesh, slowly entering the deep water. He stepped deeper into the water from the sandy shore until he was just inches away from me. Fearfully his hand reached out to my hair. I at first moved back, but then let him touch my silky strands. His eyes held pure amazement and adoration. 

“I’ve always believed in mermaids,” He said softly, looking deep into my eyes. “I just never knew they could look like you.” A light grin grew on his plump lips. He took a moment admiring all the unique features of my face. “Do you understand what I am saying?” His head tilted and he pointed to his mouth. “Can you speak?” 

I looked at him with confusion and the man continued making gestures towards his mouth and speaking widely. Giving up, he laughed and inched closer through the water to me until our chest just barely brushed against each other. His hands lightly caressed down my arms and his face leaned down to mine, kissing my lips ever so gently. At first I did nothing but sit there, but feeling him I learned to mimic his actions; kissing back. “Someday, I’ll come back for you,” He smiled. “And I will teach you to speak so you can understand me when I tell you that I love you.”

[viesanterieures]

Song of Sirens - Matthew Joy

[odiesdayoff]

Kinktober: Matthew Joy

Pair: Matthew Joy x fem!reader

Summary: The Essex has taken your ship and its crew. The captain finds out your secret.

Warnings: Dub-con (Virginity loss/Rough/Creampie)

im a little high and horny so happy third post of kinktober <3

The wind was unforgiving, as always. If it weren’t for the leather gloves covering your hands, your skin would’ve been broken by the sheer pull of the ropes that held the sails taut. Your hat nearly flew away. The rest of the crew scrambled around the ship to assess the damage.

From what you could see, the bow had caught fire from the blast and what was a small hole now threatened to sink the entire ship. The attackers, another whaling ship that flew the flag of Great Britain in the front and a black flag in the rear, already had their hooks in the hull of your ship.

Water was already seeping into the lower regions of the ship and it was only a matter of time before you all were submerged underwater. Your captain blew the whistle. The instrument was a precaution just in case of a situation like this one. It only meant one thing: All crew were to meet on the deck and prepare for the inevitable.

Cautiously, you let go of the rope and watched as the sail blew away into the sea. They had warned you of an event like this and dying at sea was only a crazy, yet rational fear until now. You climbed down the pole and stood on the deck with the rest of your crew. 

You couldn’t thank these men enough. They treated you like you were no different than them. Dying next to them would be an honor.

The attacking ship’s crew began to climb onto your ship with large guns in their hands. More advanced than you had ever seen in your lifetime. The man held up his gun, pointed at your captain, and shot. Bits of blood and gore splattered along the deck and on your uniforms. Your crew stayed still.

The other man pointed the gun at the rest of you and pointed to their own ship. Carefully, you followed the man’s instructions and gathered on the deck of the other ship, watching your ship sink along with the remains of your poor captain. 

You knelt in a line, the other ship’s captain standing in front of you all with his arms folded behind his back. “Welcome aboard the Essex. My name is Captain Matthew Joy and you will address me as such. Now, our ship cannot accommodate all of you, prisoner or not.”

He stands in front of the man at the end of the lineup. “Stand.” This was the cook. Even if you never particularly anticipated his meals, he was still a good man and a fine addition to the crew. He saved the end pieces of the loaves of bread for you on the occasion that you had fresh bread.

Captain Joy eyed the cook down. “Strip.” The guns were still aimed at him as he began to unbutton his uniform and drop the clothing until he stood bare in front of the Captain. “What are your skills?”

“Kitchen, sir.”

One by one, you watch your crewmates get undressed and assessed, then thrown off of the ship. You notice his shoes stop in front of you and you slowly rise to your feet. He raised a brow, noticing your features. “Skills?”

“I work the sails.” You interlock your hands together behind your back, trying to be as proper as possible. 

He narrowed his eyes. “Tell the truth.”

You shed your jacket, maintaining eye contact with him. “That is the truth.”

His eyes surveyed you. There was no way something your size would be able to handle the brutal job of maintaining the sails of a ship that size. That position was reserved for men twice your size...not a young boy, in his opinion. "Off with your clothes, then."

The act could only last a few seconds more as you stripped yourself of your outerwear, then shirt and pants, leaving you exposed. Under the outfit, there was reasonable doubt that you were a man. Without it, your breasts perked from the touch of the frigid sea air, and your womanhood couldn't be mistaken for anything else. You kept a cold stare on the captain, waiting to see how fast he would order you off the ship.

"Colour me surprised, love. Quite the beauty was hiding under all of those rags." He smirks, shamelessly checking out your body and reaching out to touch your collarbone. "A sweet thing like you really worked the sails? Or were you keen on more...indoor activities?"

He laughed, along with the crewmates of his ship. Your crew felt less fear for themselves and more for your safety. You knew all too well the dangers of being a woman all alone with men on a ship in the middle of the ocean. They did their best to protect you and treat you just the same.

"Get rid of the rest however you'd like." He took your arm and pulled you down the stairs to the quarters. His was the largest, as he was the captain. Secluded from all of the other men.

He shut the door behind the both of you and led you to sit on the edge of the bed. "They're good men. Good sailors. It would be a waste to kill them."

He pushed some of your hair behind your ear and cooed teasingly. "Don't worry about them, sweet thing. All that matters is that you're alive and you're job won't be with the sails any longer."

"What's my job, then?" A part of you knew already, but it needed to come from his mouth, in his words.

His soft smile had a sinister edge to it. "Serve the crew meals in the galley...and service them when they desire."

There it was. Exactly what you feared when you signed up to join the ship in the first place. Your luck had run out exponentially.

You kept your gaze on the floorboards, seemingly rotting within the ship as he stood on it. "I won't be able to do that as well as you hope."

"Why's that? Any whore can do the job just fine." He reached for the trousers of his uniform. You could already see the way his erection strained against the fabric. Men at sea typically only had their hands to work with unless they fancied other men.

You shook your head. "I'm not a whore. I'm a sailor. And I've...never done anything like that."

He quirked a brow, grinning now. It didn't stop him from freeing his cock. How was that going to fit? "Not only do I get to fuck a pretty girl, but I get to claim her as my own. I can't promise I'll be gentle when I deflower you."

You could barely react to his words before he pushed you back to lay on the bed, already straddling your hips and positioning his leaking tip in front of your entrance. He was far from unattractive and in any other circumstance, you might consider marrying a man that had his looks and confidence.

Now, you braced yourself as your walls stretched to accommodate his length. His hot breath burned against your neck as he pushed further inside and groaned in pure bliss. "Been months since I had pussy. Never had it this tight."

It wasn't supposed to hurt like this, right? If it felt so good for the man, then why did it feel like he was splitting you open just by being inside of you? Maybe the pleasure would come later, though it didn't feel like that later was anywhere close. You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock dragging against your walls, antagonizingly slow to make sure your pain was prolonged. Or, that's how it seemed.

"Fuck. Consider your cherry popped. Now, it's my turn." He pushed his entire weight on top of you and started to thrust faster as if he had a time limit. His tip repeatedly tapped so deeply into you, that what you think might've been an orgasm was coiling within your stomach.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you weren't sure if they were of pain or pleasure. He didn't bother to check if you were enjoying it, only focusing on getting as deep as he possibly could.

When the thrusts became more...quick, that's when you felt it. A warm sensation deep inside of you. He sucked on your neck and moaned, softly thrusting again to push his seed back into you. "Forget what I said about being the ship's whore. You're only mine now."

[staiyn]

shitpost

Always remember there are two wolfs inside you, french kissing😈😈🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[saintmuses]

❝𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙣❞

Pairing:

Matthew Joy x Chase!Reader

Summary:

When he moved to a house next to Owen Chase and his wife after Essex journey; he was not expecting to see Owen’s sister -who he liked very much- as she thundered towards him in a mess of wild hair and a dress men like him would die to see her in.

Warning(s): SMUT. Age gap (Reader is in her early 20s and Matthew is in his late 20s/early 30s). Voyeuristic themes (???). Fingering. P in V. Flashbacks in italics. Minors, DNI! Note: This happened after the events of the movie, but Matthew is still alive. Some scenes are inspired by Reign.

Word Count: 4.9k

Nantucket, 1820

The water splattered when the rocks that Y/N had previously chosen were thrown in the water with a vicious intent exposing her frustration at her brother, Owen.

Standing at the water’s edge, she wrapped her arms around her frame to guard herself from a slight chill that held over the country.

Archie, her dog was suddenly barking, and the noise drew her attention to the side to see the golden-brown animal running towards the edge of the woods.

"Archie," she scolded him, her voice raised slightly. Gripping onto her skirts in reaction of concern once she saw him disappearing into the dark shadows of the trees. "No, come back!" She called out frantically, lifting her skirts slightly to run after her dog. "Archie!"

Her feet pounded into the ground as she ran towards the edge of the woods. "Archie, come back!" She called out again with a desperate twinge in her voice.

Before she could enter the woods, she felt large hands gripping her arm, swinging her around to face a man who appeared out of nowhere, except his strength overwhelmed her that she barreled into his firm chest instead.

She gasped inaudibly as she stumbled back with his hands gripping her arms to steady her. Her eyes peering out under her lashes, to see the man with medium dark brown hair curling at the base of his neck, and her eyes flickered down to his chest to see it was covered with white collared work billow shirt.

Although she could see the little gold earring on his left ear in her peripheral vision.

She had never seen him before, granted she lived here for a long while; However, the way he was dressed, he might have been in the same circle as her brother.

"Are you alright? People like you do not leave the land unattended." He said firmly, gripping her upper arms with gentle icy eyes.

She turned her gaze away to the woods, hoping her dog would show up, "but my dog..." she trailed off, meeting his eyes once again.

She felt his hands loosened before letting her arms go, "let him go." His eyes softened at what she was sure, concern on her face, in her eyes. "You cannot go into those woods alone." He said softly while his eyes conveyed seriousness that she couldn't help but to ask.

"Why not?" She asked, "what's in those woods?" Looking aside to observe the darkness that gripped the woods, "besides my dog who I might've caught if you hadn't stopped me." She then narrowed her eyes at him after turning her face to his.

"He'll find his way back." He said it with a mere smirk, "there's dinner." His eyes trailed off to behind her, indicating the house. "Who wouldn't want to be at the house where there’s food?" She then looked down at his statement, "except, perhaps, you." He said almost incredulously, "rather be running in the woods, would you?" His eyes flickered with amusement, "trudging through mud?"

Her eyes flashed with fire, "I quite like the way mud feels under my feet." Her voice was made of steel, defending her reasoning to be outside.

"Maybe you'll be sent to a covenant.” He said lightly, with a gentle hint of teasing in his depths. "For being a wild woman.” Shooting for an insult but missing the mark with the wide smile that colored his tone.

She looked at him in shock, "you're cheeky." She murmured.

"And you're upset about more than your dog taking a little jaunt into the wild." He took a step back, "what is it, darling?" He asked.

Her breathing hitched slightly, clearing her throat. "You should ask my brother," she scoffed, her tone expressed irritation as she narrowed her eyes once again.

"Ask him what?"

"Why he's such a moody arrogant ass." She said boldly, looking at the wood structure that was built as a home.

He smiled with amusement in his depths when she looked back to him.

"I find myself not inclined to ask him. Maybe you'll find my presence who would be interested in sharing your discontent with your brother after knowing why." He offered, a mask of indifference slipped on his face, looking at her before looking towards the woods.

"You know him?" She sounded surprised.

“Aye,” His mask of indifference faded away, “we have been on ships together, hunting for whale oils. I will be his ship second mate for Essex. Spending that much time would of course cause fission between us and we would have minor disputes because of it.”

"My apologies, but what I would like to know is..." she trailed off, looking over him and his clothing. "Who are you?" She asked softly, clasping her fingers together.

"I am Matthew." He introduced himself, "and I'll find your dog. I have an inkling of knowing where he might be at." He said with seriousness that outranked her brother's seriousness. “What is your name?”

“Y/N.” She said softly while the blood filled her cheeks as a sign of timidity, and he murmured her name which was spun sugar melting on his tongue.

It tasted like flowers; like the dandelions children would find in the vast fields when they would use their tiny hands and pull the stem away from the soil. They eventually would get curious by the bright color and would wonder about what they taste like.

Only her name was more sweeter than the flavor children would get in their mouths from the dandelions.

“I will find your dog if you go inside,” he said, raising his eyebrows, knowing it would prompt her to listen.

A smile tugged his lips as he stared at Y/N before looking down to the dirt ground when she opened the back door of the house.

She was untouchable in the vast wasteland out of Nantucket.

1821

Her brother had made it home last week after a long journey and had informed her to set up a room at the guest house for his friend who was coming this week for the duration of his stay. She did not question him, just relieved that he was alive albeit with a haunted look in his eyes.

Today had been a pleasant day, although not without a slight argument between her and Owen about her betrothal.

She was humming a soft tune her sister-in-law had used on her niece whenever she needed a nap.

Archie barked; the tone was filled with excitement. She was startled as he began to run out of the door of the guest house, and down the stairs, before she can even think to stop him.

Squinting, she peered out of the window to make out the lone figure sitting on the tree stump by the water’s edge, feeling her heart almost skipped a beat when realizing who it was.

Matthew.

She found herself following Archie, bare feet thumping against the floor as she bolted out of the guest house, the door creaked loudly, hearing the dirt shuffling as her feet hit the pathway after running down the stairs the same way Archie had.

She could tell the sounds of her footsteps pounding on the ground and Archie’s barking had caught his attention due to the tilting of his head before turning his head towards her until he realized she was running towards him.

He disembarked himself from the tree stump, squinting at her through the sunlight that was soon to set below the horizons.

She could tell he recognized her as he spread his arms apart, and she ran into his familiar arms. He hoisted her, holding her close, as her arms wrap around his neck and his chuckle sounded breathless in her ear.

“I didn’t know you would be here, Matthew,” she said his name breathlessly, looking into bright blue eyes before bringing her face to his neck, her arms tightening around his shoulders. She missed him more than she could ever admit, but the way he held her to him gave his inner thoughts away just the same as he burrowed his face in the juncture of her neck.

“I know, darling,” he murmured against her skin, squeezing her waist hard before placing her onto the tree stump next to him as he sat down. 

“How long are you going to stay for?” Her tone sounded eager. The first time he was here was before they boarded Essex journey and he only stayed for about a week. She was secretly praying that he was going to stay longer than that.

His eyes shined with unbridled softness reserved for her. “However long you want me to stay for,” his lips curled into a soft smile.

She giggled, “that is a dangerous statement.” Her eyes landed on the scar etched in his skin around the scalp, and she frowned. “How did you get that?”

“A nasty wound from the battle with the whale,” he said shortly, giving her a small smile.

She looked at him while he bent over to the side slightly, and she noticed his satchel propped against the wood when he reached down for it. Unbinding it with his hand to take out an object, and she saw him holding a flask that was bound with leather.

"I could use some of that." Offering her hand out for the leather flask, she looked at him expectantly. She could tell he didn’t want the liquid that was in his hand.

Looking at her with an unreadable expression, "is everything alright?" He handed her the flask before putting his hands on his knees.

"No, it isn't." She said softly, feeling the thick leather, and raised it to her lips. She tilted the flask, and the liquid poured into her mouth; she then swallowed it and winced at the burn as it inflicted on her throat. "I don't know how you can tolerate this."

He looked at her with a hint of amusement in his depths, "I haven’t drunk a single drop of alcohol since I almost died outside of the pub in the town many moons ago.” He gestured towards the flask. “I found a bottle of it on the ship before Essex sunk into the ocean and took it with me. Almost drank it.”

“Then why do you carry it with you?”

He hesitated, clearly it was a story he rarely told especially to someone like her. “To serve me as a reminder, I suppose. Of how far I have come.” He gave her a soft bitter smile. “Still doesn't make the temptation any less painful. Although I should probably tell you to slow down." He chuckled, a baritone sound that rolled down her spine.

"But you won't." She said, knowingly before handing him back the flask. “I hope you wouldn’t give into temptation of it.” Referring to the flask, her eyes implored into his.

He looked at her, “well drink all of it since that is my gift to you and I’ll just keep the flask.” His eyes shined in slight mirth.

She giggled, knowing it was not a gift. Her smile fading, “May I ask what happened before arriving back to here?” She asked softly, hesitant.

He swallowed; his eyes dimmed at the memories that haunted him as he stared out to the sea before turning his head towards her. “Perhaps when I am ready to talk about it. I do have all the time in the world now, not going anywhere.” 

She did not want to push it, so she nodded.

"May I indulge in what has happened?" He asked after handing the flask back to her, and she took it before she turned around to face him, her skirt clad knees barely touching his.

"It was so foolish of me to think that Owen would let me end the betrothal." She heaved a sigh, moving the flask in her hand.

“How long have you been betrothed to another?” His tone was sharp as he inquired, almost as if he was against the idea of her being betrothed to someone. Her cheeks warmed at the thought of him being on her side.

She cared for the man she was betrothed to, but she could not trust him. She could not love him but would have loved him if he had fit all in the expectations she had; not if he could take another woman so eagerly into his bed and share such intimacy with her, but she did tell Peggy, her sister-in-law after she found out the news that a man was required to marry someone did not mean he had to love her. It was a marriage of convenience. Some were fortunate in that department, like Owen and Peggy.

She sighed, “right before you and Owen left for the journey.”

His jaw tightened in response, and she looked away, ignoring the little fluttering in her abdomen.

 "I mean, Owen implied that one is not free to leave if one is unhappy. And while I am stuck with this man of my brother’s choosing with no recourse, he's free to do whatever he wants." Her eyes were downcast to the grass under her feet, "with whoever he wants, and I can’t do anything. I was fortunate enough that Owen left before he could push the betrothal along, I was able to stall and now I can’t." She took a sip of the alcohol before returning her gaze to his, "do you think I'm overreacting?" Ignoring the burn, she asked, "am I boring you?"

Moving his head from side to side, "no. No, it's unfathomable." Matthew said quietly, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"What is?"

He parted his lips to let his tongue swipe his bottom lip before speaking. "Well, he has you. Why would he ever look elsewhere?" He murmured, with a gaze that somehow increased the intensity in his orbs.

She closed her mouth slightly, looking at him, and she trailed her eyes over his face. Seeing the details, she hadn't thought of before; his eyes were icy blue, but it had specks of gray in them; his nose was shaped impeccably that seemed soft and yet defined; he had a sharp jawline that could just brush against glass, and it would've shattered under slight pressure; and lips that were soft looking and the desire to kiss him increased within her.

She leaned towards his face, hovering over his lips with hers momentarily before capturing his soft lips. His lips parted slightly, allowing her to mold her lips between. It wasn't much, but it was enough for her.

Leaning back in shock, startled at her own action. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." She stammered, apologizing profusely as she flushed in embarrassment.

"You're right. I should have." He reached out and gripped her wrist, pulling her forward to his face. She flushed deeper at the sight of the emotion in his eyes, more so on his face.

She gasped when his lips were pressing against hers, an urgent feeling as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, exploring. His hands tugged at her hair, before cupping her jaw briefly. The air was shared between them as they continued to move their lips to one another.

"I should go." She breathed after withdrawing from his lips.

Y/N muttered to herself after successfully avoiding Matthew for a few days, almost got caught at the wrong time. Fortunately, she was able to divert the possibility of having to deal with him. She lightly tiptoed behind the house, looking at softly lit window, she frowned. It was unusually late for Owen and Peggy to be awake. 

Her eyes widened once she walked up to the window, wishing her curiosity did not get the best of her as she saw the shadows of two figures on the bed through opaque layers of fabric. She moved away from the window, resting against the building’s structure.

She was curious enough, or else she wouldn't have followed the sounds to the narrowed area outside of the house that could get her into trouble, a situation that would never let her out unpunished if she were ever caught.

Once the sounds of the high and the low-pitched moans reached her again, she closed her eyes momentarily before opening them and she found herself hairbreadth away from the glass panes of the window. 

She peered in, to see her sister-in-law lying on her back on the bed and the man she married to was hovering over her behind the curtain. It was a good thing the curtains were opaque because she could not stomach the idea of seeing her brother in his nude form or her sister-in-law for that matter.

Their shadows illuminated their lovemaking, and she leaned away from the window once the man thrusted into his wife.

She was enthralled by the emotions, the passion and lust that seemed to radiate the entire room casted by a mere couple who were doing what everyone had been doing for centuries. It did not stop her from feeling intrigued by the raw scene before her.

Her mind then wandered as she turned back to the scene, to the man with dark hair who shared the stories of his travels with her, with eyes that lit up when he talked about anything he was passionate about, and a smile. Oh, that smile.

She wanted that with the man who she met a year ago.

"What on earth are you doing?" A low timbre voice whispered into her ear, not wanting to break the spell. She yelped taking a step back, accidentally pressing into him. Her eyes widened as he inhaled sharply, she could feel him…his cock pressing into her hip. His hands gripping her waist as he murmured throatily into her ear. “Careful.”

“What are you doing here?” She questioned before turning to face him, to see him backing away slowly to give her space.

He looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. “You’ve been avoiding me.” 

“No, I have not. I was simply busy.” A little white lie.

His blue eyes glittered, knowingly. “Avoiding me for too long.”

Turning to the window, she stared at the glass as she pondered. Something clicked inside of her. She wanted him wholly, betrothed be damned. “Go before they catch us," she told the him after she removed her gaze from it, turning to him, sighing quietly before she ran away, scattering the connection between him and her. She knew what she was going to do once she reached her destination in mind.

And she was secretly hoping he would know where she went.

Grasping the wooden ledge, far away from the house, she rested her left hand onto the roughened surface, and she peered out to the water.

The moon was at its apex, and it casted over the sea making the water glow shimmeringly. 

Her other hand had its mind of its own, tracing across her waist, trailing down to her skirt before lowering towards her knees so she could scrunch up the material away from her legs.

A heat was simmering low in her abdomen once she grabbed the material in her hand, and she closed her eyes once she dragged her hand back up, lifting the material little by little.

She was supposed to be loyal to her soon-to-be husband; arranged by marriage that was decided the moment before her brother left for Essex journey. However, she could just have that with Matthew if he would allow it to go far between them, she knew there was something implicit growing in between him and her. 

All she could think about was his blue eyes that were a shade of water with ice crusting on surface in the winter, how it darkened when she leaned in, lips inches away from his, and how handsome he looked.

A touch made her gasp once she had reached for her clit, a sound that faded into the air. The sound that people were too far from the grounds to hear, then she had a smile growing on her lips out of pleasure when she stroked herself with her fingers.

Another gasp was made, and the sound disappeared once again.

She then stilled her fingers when she heard footsteps brushing against the dirt pathway.

Her smile only grew deeper, though, and she tilted her head back, exposing her throat in the moonlight.

She felt his presence behind her, his arm was the first part of him that touched her around her waist; then his hand on his other arm found her hand lightly touching herself, he then gripped his fingers on her hand that was somewhat coated with her wetness.

He was pressing against her like he was the cloak that she wore so frequent in the winter. 

"Out in the open? My darling’s bold and daring." He breathed against her ear, pushing his fingers onto hers to stroke herself together. She made another noise in the back of her throat. He then rolled his hips experimentally against her side and suddenly she was aware of just how hard, and large he was through his breeches. She bit down her bottom lip to prevent a gasp coming out of her lungs. “Did you know you wore the same clothing when we first met? Thought you were the prettiest thing in it. Rebellious against society’s proprietary of showing ankles.” His voice held a teasing lilt.

Her hand that was previously gripping her skirt had found its way to gripping the stone ledge as the passion began to build in her abdomen.

"Please," she pleaded quietly. Unashamed by how needy she sounded.

His palm sliding up her side to cup her breast through her dress as his other hand withdrew from her hand to skim along her inner thigh.

"A woman, betrothed to another, is begging for a man's hand to touch her." He whispered, "but a woman begging for a man who feels something for her is something that some people will never experience, wouldn't understand it." He breathed against her skin, lightly biting her neck with his teeth.

A thrill shot through her, from the top of her neck to the base of her spine, headily with lust, she turned around; allowing their hands to fall before she faced him.

They were out in the open. Even if it was dark and even if it was nighttime, there was a chance of them being seen. 

And yet, she did not care.

She took his face in her hands and hungrily kissed him with a desire far stronger than any she had known before.

She then sighed when she withdrew from him, only to kneel down onto the ground, and she then put her hand on the side of her to lay down on her back.

He knelt as well to lean over her form, his eyes positively burning into her soul as he hovered over her.

Then he was pushing her dress up her thighs. His hands skimmed over the bare skin of her thighs like she was made of glass, like he might break her if he grabbed too hard, and the contrast from the quickness of touches was startlingly glaring as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. His fingers found the juncture of her thighs almost immediately, skimming over her undergarments and making her shiver, her hips jerking involuntarily towards him. He continued to finger the edge of her underwear for a moment, before he looked back up at her and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, then he grazed his lips down over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts.

His lips lingered there as he slipped his fingers inside of her underwear, and she inhaled sharply, a slight keen noise rose in her throat when he lightly grazed her clit.

Before she could breathe his name, she felt him sliding his index finger into her.

He then slowly started to thrust his fingers in and out of her, drawing a deep shudder out of her body.

She wrapped her thighs around his hips, eyes fluttering closed as she rolled her hips along with the movement of his finger.

"Oh," she moaned aloud, her chest heaving as she fell onto her elbows on the ground covered by the grass, dragging his head along with her.

Using the other hand, he grasped the back of her head and kissed her hard, thrusting another finger inside of her. A surprised noise left her mouth, but she was pleased. 

She spread her legs further, and Matthew moved on top of her. He withdrew his fingers to rub them in a circle against her clit, adding enough pressure to produce another shiver out of her. 

She was shaking, her hands grasping at the back of his head. He pressed his thumb down hard on her clit, and she made her loudest noise yet, a deep tremble reaching through her nerves.

"So wet..." he breathed. "You may be untouched, but you're a little bundle of fire. So passionate. So intense." He let his mouth lingered against the hollow of her neck.

Withdrawing his fingers from her, she moaned in a near protest, but her hips had a mind of its own by rolling up against his.

He buckled, almost collapsing entirely upon her at the unexpected sensation. Matthew buried his head into the side of her neck, muffling his own moan as he pushed himself fully against her in response. She sighed, tightening the grip of her legs around his waist, the feeling of him straining, so solid, beneath his breeches. He hissed and without warning bit her at the curve of her neck to dampen his loud groan that reverberated on her skin.

She felt him undoing his breeches, and she shivered in anticipation. 

Then she felt him sliding into her so powerful, and so passionate that had her arching her back in slight pain but more out of pleasure.

She moaned wantonly as he stilled for a moment, her walls were stretching deliciously around his cock; she was so tight, and he was so big, and she had never felt so full in her very short life.

His head dropping to her shoulder, his body quivering at his display of control.

"Matthew." She said his name quietly in his ear. "I will not break, lose yourself in me like you want to."

He exhaled warm air against the column of her throat, "Y/N."

She then grabbed his jaw gently to bring his face to hers, his eyes were dark blue as he stared at her in the moonlight.

She said almost defiantly, "you approached me with the intention to claim me, so make the statement true." She breathed; desperation twinged in her tone.

There was a long moment as he withdrew slightly, and he looked at her, she gazed back at him then her whole body shook with the impact when he surged forward.

Gasping, she closed her eyes in sheer pleasure.

He withdrew almost all the way, and then slammed himself back to her, and her back arched as his name left her lips. Before she could gather her bearings, he had rammed himself inside her again, and she shouted, fingers clawing into his shoulders at the intense sensation. How full she was when he was inside her, how empty she felt when he withdrew.

Inflaming a reckless abandon that consumed her, had her writhing beneath him, gasping his name, the pleasure he stirred inside her still not enough; she wanted more, impossibly more.

She then gripped at his arms, a deep sound reverberating in her throat. She couldn't moan aloud with his mouth against hers. 

Matthew grasped the bottom of tree stump with his right hand, using it as leverage as he drove into her, and she gripped onto him for her life, biting on her lip to hold back her cries.

"I have had lovers, but none of them compared to you. Never," he said fiercely, rasping against her cheek as he thrusted into her. Their eyes fixed to one another, their breaths coming out raggedly as he continued his excruciatingly thorough pace. "Say you are mine." he murmured, his words firm but his eyes betraying so much more. "Say you will only ever be mine."

He rolled his hips in such a way her eyes momentarily fluttered and closed. "Yours." She breathed. "Forever yours."

"You are mine as much as I am yours," he breathed against her mouth. His hands moved hastily to shove her hair from her face, gathering it to the back of her head and gripped it there with a force that made her cry out in pleasure with a twinge of slight pain that only heightened the pleasure. His mouth found her pulse, kissed her there, her shoulders, her throat, as if he was a man possessed. “I will talk to your brother and end the betrothal myself.” He growled into her skin.

She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, raking down his back as she sucked in a breath as her walls clenched around his cock. There was an inaudible curse against her neck, and he slid into her again, their hips moving against one another over and over as she finished chasing the high.

He then groaned, grunting her name in her ear as he buried himself in her one last time. She felt his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her.

[ladyalatariel]

CILLIAN MURPHY as Matthew Joy in In The Heart of The Sea (2015) | dir. Ron Howard

[lacrimaeamoris]

I’m on a Matthew Joy roll, I need to write something for Cillian Characters before I fall and die (most likely x oc for now because idfk how x reader works AAAAAAAAH perhaps in the future I can do x reader).

WHY MATTHEW JOY HOT???? WHY?

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

2024 KINKTOBER TAG LIST

This will not be the official master list post, but here are my prompts and characters for this years kinktober. Any interaction with this post will have you added to my taglist for October :)

Would love to know which one you’re most excited for !!

Also if you’ve read any of my fics you’d know what type of warnings i’ll be using 👀

01.10 Blood with Jackson Rippner

02.10 Red Riding Hood AU with Emmett

03.10 Car Sex with Neil Lewis

04.10 Wax Play with Jonathan Crane

05.10 Shoe Worship with Tommy Shelby

06.10 Professor AU with Cillian Murphy

07.10 Hate Fuck with Raymond Leon

08.10 Mirror Sex with Robert Fischer

09.10 Mr and Mrs Smith AU with Jackson Rippner

10.10 Cunnilingus with William Killick

11.10 Marking with Robert Capa

12.10 Sex Tape with Jonathan Breech

13.10 Regency AU with Tommy Shelby

14.10 Pet Play with Jonathan Crane

15.10 Caught Masterbating with Jim (TDS)

16.10 Little Mermaid AU with Matthew Joy

17.10 Mind Control with Tom Buckley

18.10 Body Worship with Lenny Miller

19.10 Spit with Emmett

20.10 Marvel AU with Cillian!Dr Doom

21.10 69 with Darren (Pig)

22.10 Overstimulation with Tom

23.10 Hogwarts AU with Jonathan Crane

24.10 Outdoor Sex with Tommy Shelby

25.10 Spanking with Martin

26.10 Somnophilia with Mike Kieran

27.10 ABO AU with Raymond Leon

28.10 Dumbification with Jim (28DL)

29.10 Facial with Shivering Solider

30.10 Romeo and Juliet AU with Robert Fischer

31.10 Double Penetration with Jonathan Crane & Jackson Rippner

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Wary Sailor Pt. 2 | Matthew Joy x fem!reader

summary: Second Mate Matthew Joy goes out on a whale hunt and even after a successful chase, he can't seem to feel satisfied. Something's weighing heavily on his mind. While alone in the harpoon boat, trouble comes to call.

warnings: Aiming a gun at someone, talk of violence, smut, oral (F receiving), penetration, dubious consent (weird circumstances), unprotected sex, Matthew's abandonment issues lol.

word count: 2763k+

Tucumcari- Goodnight, Texas 🎶

Lady May- Tyler Childers 🎵

Note: The lyrics that I included are from the old whaling song Maid of Amsterdam.

*Pt. 3 (and maybe 4???) coming soon!

The men were deployed into the smaller whaling boats, each boat armed with a harpoon and dense cord. Matthew stood at the back of his boat to steer it away from the ship, navigating the aggravated water. He forced himself to think about the whales, keeping his mind inside the boat… but the girl’s eyes appeared like stars in the corner of his vision at all times. 

“Joy!” One of the rowers was yelling at him, snapping him out of his trance. “Joy, focus! Don’t go soft on us all of a sudden, eh?” 

Matthew grimaced as the grisly sailor chuckled. He steered them out to open water, following the Captain's boat as per his orders. While he couldn’t see their bodies in the water, Matthew could hear the loud vibrations of sound the Sperm whales made as they spoke to one another. He could also hear Owen yelling out commands to his men. The harpoonist prepared his weapon. Matthew directed his man to do the same. 

“Steady now!” He advised his men as they waited for movement below the surface. Striking the whale was simple compared to the rest of the exhausting process. Matthew just planned on keeping his men alive but whale oil was also a necessity that he was willing to sacrifice for. He wasn’t a greedy man by any means, he’d lived in poverty all his life. His life was whaling and he didn’t spend much time off the ocean, the stillness made him restless. 

“There she blows!” A man yelled and Matthew peered over the edge as the side of his boat rose out of the water, stuck on the back of an adolescent whale. As he looked over, the distinct silhouette of a woman wavered beneath the surface. Choosing to ignore it, Matthew swung the boat over to allow the harpooner to cast his weapon. 

“Go, go, go!” He barked, spit flying from his mouth as he waved the man on. The harpoon sailed through the sky, landed in the water like a seabird, and missed. The whale diverted away from Matthew’s boat and found itself trapped beside Owen’s. The mother whale broke the surface nearby, distracting the men to the real prize. Matthew steered his boat away as the other men helped reel in the harpoon’s cord. The harpooner aimed and threw. 

…

It was evening when the whale was secured by chains to the deck of the ship. The whale was so large she had to rest in two different places, one on the ship’s deck and the other in Matthew’s boat. The men aboard wrapped rags around their noses to cover the smell. Matthew just grimaced and rubbed the sockets of his eyes. The darkening landscape helped relieve some of his headache. The other men were already aboard the Essex, only he was left to watch over the end of the whale, saving it from sharks and other predators. He could hear the men singing as they did their work, scraping the fat from the inside of a giant. He hummed along to the song they were singing together.

A roving, a roving

Since roving's been my ru-i-in

I'll go no more a roving

With you fair maid! 

Movement in the water drew his mind away from the song. Ripples expanded across the surface where something had just been. Matthew drew his rifle from the floorboards and checked the chamber for bullets. He watched the surface carefully for the distinct fins of sharks. 

I put my hand upon her thigh

Mark well what I do say!

I put my hand upon her thigh

She said young man ‘That’s rather high’

I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!

Matthew cocked the gun and aimed it at the dark water around his boat. The men’s singing seemed to dissipate with the seriousness of his situation. Sharks could be both dangerous and damaging. The scent of whale blood always drew them in, sending them into a frenzy where they could throw themselves against the side of the boat, risking damage. They were a nuisance to Matthew and he didn’t mind shooting them when necessary. The boat rocked in the waves and he steadied himself. 

“Are you going to use that on me, Matthew Joy?” The voice behind him startled a gasp from his lips. He swung the rifle around, aiming it at the same face he’d seen hours before. 

“You…” he whispered, keeping his rifle trained on her throat. Her eyes were the same green as before, only this time he could see them more clearly. The sun had fully set but colors remained in the sky above her head, bloody purples and such. He couldn’t see her body below the water but he saw that her shoulders were bare save the scattered pearls stuck to her skin like freckles. 

“Are you going to shoot me?” She whispered back, her face inches from the barrel of the rifle. He licked his lips before speaking.

“Where… where did you go? You disappeared…” he muttered darkly, flicking his eyes up to the deck where his crewmates continued to work. He was alone with the girl. 

“I had to see what you were like,” she offered a small smile. Matthew adjusted the way he held the gun, still aimed at her. 

“You asked me if I believed in Sirens…” Matthew remembered warily, his eyes trailing over the pearls across her chest. Her dark hair rested behind her shoulders, down her back. 

“Do you?” She asked and reached up her hands slowly, holding the edge of the small boat. He stared at her, his breath clouding the metal scope on his gun. 

“Is that what you are?” He asked finally and the girl smiled once again. 

“Is it quite shocking?” She teased and bit her lip timidly. 

“Well… yes,” Matthew exhaled and raised his eyebrow, “I thought they were only in stories. They weren’t real… Why didn’t you sing?”

The girl cocked her head to the side. The air felt heavy between them as he waited for her response. His body was confused and frightened, something he’d rarely felt before. His instinct and desire clashed, strengthening the opposing forces within him.  

“I don’t want to kill you,” she answered honestly, “we sing to kill.” 

Matthew lowered his gun and nodded, breathless. 

“You had legs. You didn’t look… ” He ran a shaky hand through his hair and ran his hand over his mouth. He could see the top of her fin break through the water. It was a beautiful silver color and her scales were shiny and iridescent. 

“I wanted to see how you would treat me. I disguised myself as a human girl and you treated me gently.”

“What do you want from me? You had to keep me alive for some reason,” Matthew sat down on a plank of seating and rubbed the waterducts of his eyes. 

“Nothing more than just to know you. I’ve watched your crew from the sea for weeks. You are a good, kind man.” 

Matthew looked up from between his fingers and exhaled slowly, lowering his guard only slightly. 

“Then what does this mean? How do you want to… know me?” He furrowed his brow and sat back once again on the plank of wood. Her hands tipped the boat slightly so that she could come a little closer to the sailor. 

“Come closer, please…” she whispered and rose onto her elbows, her face a few inches from Matthew’s. Matthew stared at her lips, rosey pink and plump. She smelled like sea salt and clean things. Ever so slowly, Matthew closed the distance between them, his eyes staying on her lips. 

“Y/N…” He tried to restrain himself as he whispered but eventually, as she stared up at him with her beautiful curtained eyes, he kissed her. It had been years since he’d actually kissed a woman. Kissing was so different than fucking. He’d forgotten how much he enjoyed it, the softness of it. Her hands inched up his blouse, beneath his overcoat, grabbing at his lapels. His hands found the sharp edges of her jaw, meeting her mouth with a more fervent kiss. She tasted lightly of salt, like seaspray against rocks. He devoured her flavor as though it were precious, forbidden. He twisted his fingers into her hair that felt dry despite being in the water, moaning against her lips. 

“In what other ways do you want to know me?” He muttered against her lips, his eyes closed. Her fingers ran over his neck, down to the dip between his collarbones. 

“I want to know every part of you,” she smiled and moved away, allowing the light from the deck to illuminate her figure below him in the water. Matthew hid a choked sigh as his eyes trailed over her body below the waves. Her body was decorated with pearls and scraps of white cloth. Instead of a tail, she now had two legs that beat the water to keep her afloat. 

“Will you take me into your boat?” She asked softly and Matthew nearly forgot to respond, caught in a state of disbelief. He cleared his throat and scooped his hands beneath her arms, pulling her into the boat in one movement. Standing above him on two legs, she looked even more beautiful than she had hours earlier. He could see the buds of her nipples through the white fabric, surrounded by pearls and strands of seaweed. Her cunt was hidden behind a swath of wet fabric but he could still see the dark shape of pubic hair. He looked back up at her face, his lips having fallen apart in amazement. The Siren laughed softly and carded her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back slightly as she did. 

“Lay me down,” she requested and smiled when he immediately wrapped his hands around her waist and flipped her over where she could lie flat on the bottom of the harpoon boat. The planks were far enough away to give him space to kneel above her. He supported himself above her, studying the contours of her body, plump and full. She twisted her fingers through his hair again and pulled him close so she could whisper in his ear. 

“Now make love to me, Matthew Joy.” 

…

He was already hard when she cupped her hand against his pants. It had been a while since he’d slept with a woman after months at sea. His body ached as badly as if he were a teenage boy again, not an aging man. He was throbbing as he moved the fabric on her cunt aside and lowered his head between her thighs. Looking up at her, he ran his tongue against her, tasting her. She hummed and shook with nerves. 

A roving, a roving

Since roving's been my ru-i-in

I'll go no more a roving

With you fair maid!

Feeling emboldened by her reaction, Matthew licked her again and rubbed his nose against her clit. She was wet against his tongue and he licked his lips greedily. His cock started to throb as she whimpered and moaned beneath his mouth. Her hand pulled tightly at his hair but he loved the pain and worked his mouth harder into her cunt. 

“Now, please now!” She begged him as she started to shake with pleasure. Taking the hint, Matthew undid his trousers and pushed them down to his knees. His face was still wet with her precum as he pulled out his cock and inserted himself quickly. She spasmed around him, her hands moving to grip the sides of the boat for leverage. His thighs clenched as he thrusted into her, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. He leaned closer to her chest and rocked into her neck as he fucked her. 

“Oh you don’t know how long it’s been, love,” he sighed against her neck. “Is it ok?”

She nodded emphatically and pulled him closer by the back of his jacket, moving him deeper inside her. They both gasped out. He pulled his face away to watch her, still fucking her. 

“Beautiful. Pretty pretty creature you are,” he praised her as he trailed a finger down her cheek. Her thighs bounced against his as he pulled her legs around his waist. The boat shook around them. He slipped his tongue around the mound of her breast beneath the cloth, making more moans escape the girl’s mouth. He slipped the fabric aside with one finger and looking up to watch her face, he pressed his mouth around a nipple and sucked. Immediately, her body pulled into his, her back arching off the curved bottom. 

I'll go no more a roving

With you fair maid!

“Matthew…” she gasped as her muscles tightened and her bare feet flexed. He rolled his tongue around her nipple while his hand moved to hold her neck lightly, supporting her head. She cried out silently, her eyes screwed shut as if she were in pain. He dragged his tongue along her sternum to her neck and sucked at the flesh there. Her breathing evened out and she pulled his face to hers once again. 

“Do what you want with me. Get what you need from me,” the seriousness of her command sent a spasm of pleasure into his cock, still inside her. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes. I want you to use me,” she whispered and spread her legs farther. Matthew looked at her for a second before smiling. 

“Fuck, love. I think I’ll fall in love with you,” he chuckled softly and brushed his hand across her cheek. 

“And so what if you do, sailor? Hasn’t everyone else done the same at some point?” 

Matthew raised an eyebrow and kissed her, dragging her hands out above her head. Pressing her hands down into the boat, he began to thrust slowly into her, his hips still rebounding off of her pelvis. 

“You’re going to stay right here, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you again.” 

The girl smiled and broke into a moan as he shortened his thrusts, keeping himself as far inside her as he could. He went slowly so he could feel the orgasm clearly as it came over him, making his cock feel swollen with seed. Her hips shook wildly as she began to lose control over her orgasms. He watched her orgasm and released a wave of contractions around him. Smiling, he finally began to speed up as she whimpered beneath him.

“Fuck, yes… fuck… yes!” He muttered breathlessly as he felt his cock start to twitch before his orgasm. She tightened around him, pulling him deeper and drawing a guttural groan from his throat. His shoulders shook with effort as he allowed his orgasm to explode, cumming inside the girl and sending waves of relief through his system. He pulled out slowly and kissed down her stomach, savoring the heat of her skin against his lips. She caught her breath as he lapped at her swollen cunt. She was still shaking from her orgasms and whined when his tongue overstimulated her. He cleaned her out and nibbled at the skin on the inside of her thighs. 

“It’s time for me to go.” 

Matthew looked up at her and furrowed his brow, “so soon?” 

The girl nodded and sat up to face him. 

“I’ll be back, I promise.” She smiled shyly and rubbed her nose against his. 

“Where do you go… I mean where do you go while we’re aboard?” He stumbled over his words, still catching his breath. 

“Here,” she offered no further clarification as Matthew gave her a questioning look. She pressed her hand against his cheek and laughed. 

“Don’t worry about where I go, sailor. The sea is my home.”

Matthew kissed her hastily as he redid his pants and pulled his suspender straps back over his shoulders. She stood and kissed him once more before she stepped over the edge and dropped into the water. In seconds she was resurfacing with her silver tail. 

“Let me ask you one thing,” Matthew stopped her before he could leave, “are you real? Was that real?” He gestured to the bottom of the boat and the girl laughed brightly. 

“Be wary, sailor. You might just lose your mind."

Matthew nodded and watched as she backed away and dove into the dark water beyond the reflection of light from the deck. Moments later, a whistle sounded and he was called to return to the ship. Forcing himself to look away from the place where the girl disappeared, he felt the familiar material of his old coat that he had wrapped around the girl earlier on the plank beside him, folded and damp.

...

End of Pt. 2!

[viesanterieures]

[luciadear]

"i told you i'd come back, right?" — matthew joy

✧ in the heart of the sea; matthew joy x wife!reader

✧ notes: this. that's literally it🫶 also below the cut id the actual reunion between you two, the first part is kinda weird but it's only bc i wanted to put some context TT u can skip to below the cut if u want ! also not proofread since i wrote this while writing a college essay TT

"It's okay, Peggy." You say as you walked with your friend and her daughter through the crowd of people. "I'm sure it's going to be alright."

"I hope so." She replies, nervously.

You and her have been friends for a long time. Both of yours husbands are childhood friends, so of course this also meant you two being acquainted and forming a friendship. A few months ago, both of then were handpicked to be first and second mate for the voyage of the Essex. A little while back, you both received the news that the ship had been either lost at sea or sank of whatnot, all you both (and what they) knew was that the ship and the crew were nowhere to be found.

Obviously, you two were devastated, but Peggy was pregnant and you needed to find things to calm you down and distract you during this whole thing, so you were helping around at her house and all, spending time with Phoebe Ann, her daughter.

This morning, however, you both were contacted by the Maritime office that survivors of the Essex had made it back to Nantucket in nothing more than a few boats and your husbands were both survivors, so here you both were, at Nantucket Harbour, waiting.

As Phoebe Ann was holding the hands of both his mother and you, you kept hold of hers when you saw Owen approaching his family. Peggy let go of her daughter temporarily as she flung her arms around her husband as they reunited.

"Y/N." Owen greeted and you let go of Phoebe Ann to hug him. "Glad to see you still up and running." You joke, but you were really glad to see him.

"Matthew, is he...?" You didn't know how to finish your question but Owen just smiled at you. "He was right behind me earlier."

When his attention shifted to his daughter and Peggy, you walked away from them and your eyes searched the crowd. There were dozens of people at the harbour, all crowding around to see the survivors of the lost ship Essex, so it was a little difficult to push past them for a bit.

But when blue eyes met yours, you felt everyone blur around you as all noise faded into nothing.

There he stood.

He had nothing in his hands, as the small possessions he brought onboard were lost in the sea, but he would have dropped anything he was holding when he saw you.

He made his way to you and at first, it was silent. You didn't know what first to say and he seemed to be at a loss for words as well. Your eyes scanned his face for a moment and you swallowed before speaking up.

"It's really you?" You ask, your hands cupping his cheek as your fingers ghost over his face, not quite believing your eyes.

He was here.

"It's really me." He smiles as he places his hand over yours and moves his face to kiss your other one.

Matthew was here.

Standing in front of you. His hair was definitely longer (although not quite as long, since you noticed him and Owen were pretty cleaned up best they could before they were here) and he looked a little disheveled, but none of it matterer. His eyes scanned over your face, like he was seeing you again for the very first time. He took in everything about you — your eyes, the way your hair was styled, the dress you wore that was one of your more simpler dresses but he always thought you looked stunning in, and the necklace he gave you that you never once took off when he left.

"I told you I'd come back, right?" He asked softly, to which you chuckled lightly, tears streaming down your face.

"You did." You replied, "And you're not going out there for a little bit for a while, okay?" You joked.

He laughed lightly and then slowly engulfed you in another hug, his one arm wrapping itself around your back as he brought his other to hug your head, patting you softly. He kissed your forehead, "I'm not going anywhere for a little bit."

You hugged him back and you felt you never wanted to let him go. You opened your eyes and they met with Owen's, who wasn't that far away from you two with his own family, and you saw him smiling at you.

"Thank you." You mouthed to him as he stood up and held his daughter's hand for the first time as he nodded his head at you.

tagging: @butlersluvbot bc here u go bae i wrote it😎

[rmelster]

You are looking longingly? Your ship wrecks because of a giant whale wracks it, your peers and you have just become castaways with little to no food and water and don’t know if you will make it alive, and you dare to look longingly at the fire?

[littlefandomfairy]

Jim | Matthew Joy | Cillian (rp)

🩷 (fluff) 🍆 (smut) 😈 (angst) 🩹 (hurt/comfort)

*fic rec masterlist*

Jim (28 Days Later)

morning light (series) by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆

in our perfect present tense by @pedropascallme 🩷🍆

all the time in what's left of the world by @self-proclaimed-heretic 🩷

Matthew Joy (In The Heart Of The Sea)

i told you i'd come back right? by @dracuno 🩷🩹

Cillian Murphy (rp)

five minutes peace by @garrison-girl-08 🩷🩹

[stardust2003]

I'm curious about 'Patience' !

Hi! Thanks so much for asking! “Patience” is a Matthew Joy fanfiction (Cillian Murphy’s portrayal of him) as I watched the movie, “In The Heart of the Sea” several weeks ago and am currently reading the book. Matthew Joy was The Essex’s second mate and Cillian Murphy’s portrayal of him is absolutely gorgeous. Unfortunately the story probably won’t go past two chapters as I don’t know if I’ll have many ideas for the plot. Plus I’m a lot more focused on my Oasis stories at the moment.

If you’re interested in reading “Patience”, you can find it on both my Wattpad and AO3 pages. Thank you so much for checking it out if you do! I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to update it again though.