#orca!reader

[naffeclipse]

To Survive Pt. 2

Reader x Orca!Eclipse

Commission Info

I'm back with more cuteness requested by dear @crazedauthor with an orca!reader and orca!Eclipse. Now, the two of you have children, and things are so peaceful after so much grief. A little scare happens when you wake alone, but Eclipse arrives quickly to make it better. Family shenanigans occur.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, and a reader with children.

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On a crisp, pale morning, you open your eyes to a gentle new dawn. Awareness rushes you like a tide, but it does not drown you. The memory of the night before swishes against you, as soft as sea form, and you smile in your sleepy hazy.

You went to rest upon an ice shelf, carved into the side of a great wall towering pale blue over the Arctic sea, with your mate and children. In the arms of your love and cradling your two babies, one new, one a little grown, you drift into sweet, milky dreams. 

After agonies of loss and isolation, you have found your pod again.

This very home was hollowed out by Eclipse’s hands. Tirelessly, he worked when you both learned you were expecting a child. You’ve never seen him in such excitement. His eyes shone like shards of ice in sunlight and he never slowed a moment until you begged him to come hold you and sleep a while.

Your eyelids flutter, crusted with sleep. Lounging in the bliss of the quiet, you appreciate the stillness for so rarely is all so peaceful. Once the baby came, there were tiny cries little hands grasping, and tiny flukes flipping. Eclipse held the babe in his clawed hands with a tenderness that stirred you with emotions. You fed your little one and whispered promises. Your little pod is safe. Your little pod is whole.

Then the second child came, and now an eager toddler was swimming quickly away around a bend of ice only to be snatched by Eclipse and cooed at in rumbling tones. The baby stayed in your arms when Eclipse wasn’t trying to hold both. Their wriggling bodies combatted his strength and gentleness, and you would laugh.

Sighing gently, you turn over, mindful of your dorsal fin against the frozen floor. 

It’s quiet… Your mind returns to bloody seas and wicked nets tossed by human hands, then silence.

Your palms slide over the emptiness beside you. Bolting upright, your tail slaps against the floor in your alarm with a cool sting. You swivel your head. The dome blue of your home holds no refractions except for the barest light off of your body alone.

Your mate. Your babies. The youngest should be in your arms, mewling for milk. The eldest should have fussed long before the sun rose over the horizon for a playmate. Somewhere between, Eclipse should have kissed your shoulder and asked a question: what fish would you like for your morning meal?

You slept too long. Exhaustion should crawl at your edges and your patience should wear thin as your babies require ever-present attention. Horror crashes upon you. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you thrust yourself off the ice shelf and into the icy waters below. Blubber and thick skin keep you safe from shock, but your heart swings against your rib cage and pounds against your sternum. Breathlessly, you intake air. You swim under the entrance and out into the vast expanse of the ocean.

Your pod. Where is your pod?

You cry out over the waves. A rawness invades your throat as Eclipse’s and your babies’ names drag at the vulnerable softness within you. Stinging arises at the corner of your eyes. Opening your arms, you dart back and forth over the entrance to your home. Do you set out to find them quickly or do you stay home should they return by themselves? 

The ringing in your ears peaks and then stops under a familiar echo of your name. Twisting in the waters, far out beyond the wall of ice, is your mate. He bobs above the surface. Brilliant red frills frame his face as his eyes land upon you. In his arms, he cradles your children.

Almost collapsing under the surface, you inhale a tight breath. You force another one through, and another, deepening each inhale and exhale until the constriction around your chest eases. 

The sight of your mate and babies keeps you afloat. 

Eclipse carefully swims and closes the distance between you. The moment he nears, you open your arms for the youngest one. Maffei. Your darling daughter. Her face is round and plump, and what tiny frills adorn her are deep with deep red and orange hues. Her arms are thick with fat rolls. Her tiny fists unfurl, and a squall leaves her in demand for your arms around her.

The eldest, Fornax, excitedly calls for his parent. You answer with reassurance. You are here. You gaze over your child, your lovely son, the firstborn of your pod. He pushes away from his father quickly, showing off the cool tones of his flukes and fin-tips. Eclipse told you he looks so much like, but you see his strength in Fornax’s smile, in the way he swims after a fish though he’s too slow now to catch one.

Eclipse suggested the names you so dearly treasure now. He’s imagined for many years children, and the names he had prepared are perfect for the bundles now wriggling in your arm and swimming around you like a tiny whirlpool. 

Now you both have a family.

“Maffei, Fornax,” you breathe and then hold Eclipse’s gaze. “Where were you?”

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, love.” He draws himself closer, resting an arm around your waist. You shift until your back rests against his chest. The familiar weight of his chin pressing lightly into your shoulder cools the rising panic within you. “I believed you would sleep longer. Don’t be afraid.”

For several moments, you collect yourself as Eclipse gathers you in his arms. He presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. Looking down at Maffei, she fits perfectly in your arms. She babbles lightly. Little coos rising and falling in musical notes lay a gentle hand over your heart.

Fornax splashes. The cool wave of water hits you gently, causing Maffei to squirm and pout her pink lips.

“Fornax,” Eclipse says in a firm but gentle voice, “Don’t splash your sister.”

“Sorry, papa.” Your son’s tail flicks. A slight sheepishness overtakes him as he drifts up to you and looks down at his little sister in your arms. “Sorry, Maffei.”

“Good boy,” you murmur and bow to press a kiss to his forehead.

He smiles with small, nubby teeth lining his gums before darting away with another ripple. The water crashes against each other. You keep Maffei shielded this time. 

Eclipse rumbles a pleased sound. Looking back down at you, he presses his cheek against your head.

“Are you alright?” he asks in a low rasp.

“Yes.” You crook your finger and softly brush Maffei’s cheek. “I am now.”

“You looked so weary,” Eclipse continues softly. The vibrations in his chest touch your spine. “Last night, you were up so late with Maffei. I meant to return before you awoke. The little ones were so eager to spend energy. It is my duty as your mate and their father to take care of you all.”

He brushes the hair from your forehead softly. You lean deeper into his touch while watching Fornax explore a side of the ice shelf, touching and digging at loose bits of the frigid wall.  

“They are very rambunctious,” you tease and turn back to grin at Eclipse. “Just like you.”

He laughs, deep and hearty. Maffei gives a small cry of complaint. You can smell the faint scent of milk on her. Eclipse coos sweetly.

“Little love, don’t fuss. We’re both here. It’s alright.” Eclipse tenderly strokes Maffei’s head. Seemingly content with the attention, she leans against your chest and settles. Her tiny tail is not yet developed enough for swimming on her own. She requires constant arms to hold her above the surface as her ability to hold her breath grows stronger and stronger.

You turn slowly back to Eclipse. Your heart has grown softer and fonder of your mate since watching him as a father. He is attentive and constant in his efforts to provide for their every need. 

Gently, you press a kiss to Eclipse’s mouth. His eyes, twin flames of burning yellow and red, widen before he returns the gesture with equal fervor. He pushes gently and cradles your mouth with his before releasing you.

“You are a wonderful father,” you speak softly. “You are the most loving mate. And this,” you look at your children, “feels like home.”

Eclipse’s tail flicks underneath you as his body seems to tremble with emotion before he gently presses his forehead to yours.

“How so, my love? Tell me all,” he demands in a rumble.

You take a moment and fall back to days when you were in the shelter of your mother’s arms, and your aunts would sing lullabies to your younger cousins. 

“Babies were held close, and everyone offered a hand,” you recount gently the memories of your childhood, “No one went without.”

You gently tickle Maffei’s chin, and she grabs your finger with her fat little hand. She gives you a searing look. A soft laugh escapes from you. You apologize to her before she returns to settle against your bosom.

“My mother would have loved to hold our babies,” you whisper softly.

“Yes,” Eclipse rumbles low, “My mother would have been pleased to see our children, and she would approve of my mate.”

You flush softly at such a thought, then grow somber within it. Despite all the pain, you are both still here. Your family is beautiful and worth every moment of agony.

Fornax returns but stops short of splashing Maffei. He instead treads slightly to swim around Eclipse, and tug at his arm, begging for a playmate.

A wicked grin spread across Eclipse’s maw.

“My father would play with me often,” he begins, and you eye him suspiciously as he takes Fornax under the arms. “Like this.”

He lifts Fornax above the surface. His body is small and slipstream, and his tail drips heavily back to the sea as he giggles at a high-pitched sound. To your dismay, Eclipse tosses the child over the surface and back into the water with a heavy splash.

“Eclipse!” you shout, aghast. 

Flicking up small waves, Eclipse darts for Fornax and scoops up your not-so-little baby, and he’s laughing. The boy demands relentlessly that Eclipse toss him once more. Thundering in joy, Eclipse obliges. Fornax sails through the air and back into the water with a furious splash. 

“Eclipse,” your voice climbs shrilly. “Stop tossing my son around like a baby seal!”

“I would never allow harm to befall him,” Eclipse promises in a mischievous roll of his tongue. 

“Again! Do it again, papa!” Fornax slaps the water with his hands and his tail cuts through the salty brine.

Then Maffei turns in your arms. Her little eyes fall on her brother and father playing roughly along the surface, and she chortles in a way that reminds you of Eclipse. Her tiny face ignites with delight.

Slowly, with all forces against you, you relax. Fornax beams brightly when he emerges from another tossing. Constantly, Eclipse is calculating, carefully adjusting the throwing of his son and watching him closely to ensure there is no harm done.

Perhaps he might feel your radiating judgment, for Eclipse turns back. He tucks Fornax underneath his arm and drags him back to you despite your son's protests and needing to be thrown once more over the waves. 

He nears, a great grin splitting his maw. You are helpless in returning the gesture in the radiating heat of his joy. His arms surround you, and Fornax is caught in the embrace as well as Maffei. 

Looking down softly over his pod, Eclipse surveys you quietly. Fornax wraps his arms around you in kind. He blows raspberries at his sister who giggles quietly. Their tiny tails squirm against your side, and you feel at peace.

“I will always protect our pod,” he declares, his eyes searing with his intent and truth.

Your heart swells in your chest. Pushing close, you kiss Eclipse sweetly, until the baby fusses and Fornax asks when he can be tossed again.

You will never lose your pod again.

[hexcii]

@naffeclipse he’s back on my brain again (he has never left)

I think the reason I love Orca Eclipse specifically is cause my sona is a seal and I think it’s a really funny dynamic hsjdjjsjdx (and uhm predator/prey my beloved)

Oh yeah I made a full piece too

Throws this up

Oh to be pinned by him- Okay back to silly doodles

[cupidsworstcrime]

was editing my octopus merfolk!simon fic and was INSTANTLY plagued with orca gaz thoughts ...

Kyle is sleek, massive, and playful—his black-and-white patterned skin shimmering under the artificial lights of the tank as he breaches with a showman’s grace, then glides silently beneath the surface. He’s the star attraction of the marine research program, adored by children and tourists alike. But behind the glass, behind the smiles and claps, he’s watching you.

Every day, you slip into a wetsuit and laugh through routines, toss him fish, stroke the curve of his jaw like he’s just a very smart animal. But he’s not. He’s sentient. A predator.

And lately, he's been getting restless.

He circles closer every time you enter the tank, bumping against your legs under the water, purring deep in his chest in a sound that’s almost a growl. The scientists say he’s bored. Agitated. But you know better.

He’s in rut.

He can’t speak like humans do—or at least he chooses not to, but the hunger in his eyes when he corners you against the tank wall? That speaks volumes. His hands—webbed, claw-tipped, surprisingly gentle—grip your thighs as his enormous body presses close. You can feel the swell of his cock unsheathing, thick and slick and foreign beneath you, emerging from a slit low on his pelvis. Heavy. Veined. Dripping.

You try to push him back, laugh nervously, whisper his name like it’s going to stop him—but he just rumbles, deep and possessive, and pins you there. His pupils blow wide, mouth open in a grin that shows sharp rows of predator’s teeth.

You're soaked—water, adrenaline, arousal. You shouldn't want this. You can’t—but you're grinding against the thick heat between your legs like your body’s starving for it.

Gaz clicks, low and sweet, like he's comforting you.

Then his cock presses up, thick head sliding against your entrance, and—

Well.

Who are you to deny the ocean’s apex?

[fatkish]

MHA Masterlist

(Not everything is on here but that’s because I kept having issues and my computer kept crashing when I tried to add the rest. Sorry)

Class 1A x Soul Eater Reader

Alpha Mezo Shoji x Omega Reader

Class 1A x Fem Quirkless Reader

Mezo Shoji x Reader sex issues

Shinso and Y/N conversation

Pro Heroes with child reader crushing on Bakugou

Shoji and Tokoyami x Reader a/b/o HC's

Aizawa x Child Reader Bulimia

Aizawa & Best Jeanist x Teen Reader Self Image issues

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader NSFW

Bull Hybrid Shoji x Cow Hybrid Reader NSFW

Bull Hybrid Shoji x Cow Hybrid Reader Pt. 2 NSFW

Aizawa x Student Reader Angst

Aizawa x Child Reader Dating Shinso

Sir Nighteye x Child Reader

Hawks & Gang Orca x Octopus Quirk Reader

Tenya Iida x Reader with abusive parents

Tamaki Amajiki x child sibling reader

Y/N x MHA

Y/N x MHA Pt.2

Y/N x MHA Pt.3

Y/N x MHA Pt. 4

Kirishima & Bakugou x Reader Relationship issues

Alpha Shoji x self-conscious Omega reader NSFW

All Might x Wife Reader

Pro Heroes x wednesday Addams child reader

Aizawa x Student Reader eating disorder

Spinner x Esmerelda Reader

Aizawa x Daughter reader patrol

Pro Heroes x Reader Drugged confessions

Aizawa x Teen Reader Period

Pro Heroes x Reader stress cooking

Fatgum Ryukyu & Sir Nighteye x Reformed Reader

Gang Orca x Daughter Reader

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Criminal Activity

Pro Heroes meeting their child's partner

Tenya Iida x Reader Upcoming Surgery

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Night Terrors

Best Jeanist x Germaphobe Reader

Pro Heroes x Nezuko Reader

League of Villians x Mortem Omega Reader

Alpha Keigo Takami X Mortem Omega Reader

Alpha Erasermic x Mortem Omega Reader

Mezo Shoji x Mortem Omega Reader Pt.2 NSFW

Aizawa x Daughter Reader self harm

Aizawa & Kirishima x Autistic Student Reader

Pro Heroes asking their child which hero is their favorite

Aizawa x student reader

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Bad Friend

Aizawa & Class 1A x Alchemist Student Reader

Breeder Bakugou X Puppy Hybrid Reader NSFW

Shoto Todoroki x Cancer Ward Reader

Pro Heroes x Child Reader little Moments

Aizawa x Male Reader NSFW

Class 1A x Thunderbird Quirk Reader Media Hordes

Mezo Shoji x Thunderbird Quirk Reader

Bakugou x Reader What's Mine

Aizawa x Rebel Teenage Daughter

Aizawa X Rebel Teenage Daughter Pt. 2

Fatgum X Child Daughter Reader

Hawks x Fem Reader

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Anemic

Yandere Alphas Bakugou Hawks Tomura & Dabi x Oblivious Omega Reader

Hawks & Endeavor x Pheonix child Reader Continued

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Kidnap

Shoto Fatgum & Amajiki x Mitsuri Kanroji Reader

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Dear old Dad

Aizawa x Child Reader Room Cleaning

Aizawa x Teenage Daughter Reader Teen Pregnancy

Dabi x Hybrid Keigo x Hybrid Reader NSFW

Tokoyami x Reader Masquerade

Erasermic x Male Reader NSFW

Aizawa x Student Reader Eating Habits

Todoroki Boys x Cow Hybrid Reader

Aizawa Dabi & Amajiki x Nezuko Demon Reader

Mezo Shoji x Reader Forced Kiss

Geten x Weapon Quirk Reader

Shoto x ADHD Reader

Bakugou Shoto & Izuku x Fainting Spell Reader

Kirishima X SA Victim Reader x Bakugou

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Fight

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader Fake Marriage

Bakugou x Raeder Arcade Date

Bakugou x Reader Overwhelmed

Dabi x ADHD Autistic Goth Reader

Kirishima x Reader

Inner Child Series:

Sir Nighteye x Runaway Child Reader

Aizawa x Child Reader Mobility Issues

Father Aizawa x Suicidal Reader Pt. 1

Father Aizawa x Suicidal Reader Pt. 2

Ryukyu x Neglected Child Reader

Aizawa x Child Reader I'll Protect You

Aizawa x Child Reader I'll Protect You Pt.2

Gang Orca x Child Reader with Dangerous quirk

Aizawa x Child Reader with Spider quirk

Present Mic x Child Reader Perfect to Me

Midnight Ryukyu & Mandalay x Adopted and Abused child Reader

Aizawa x SA Victim Reader Pt.2

Erasermic x Bullied Daughter Reader

Aizawa x SA Victim Child Reader

[beethatwee]

Reread @naffeclipse’s fic Apex Polarity and I simply could not get the thought of meeting Eclipse in a warmer area out of my head. I think it would be funny and leave more opportunities for Eclipse to be “curious” or learn more about human things. Specifically I love the idea of introducing him to pool floateies and I don’t know why

Not to mention I think it would be easier for his courting intentions to be realized sooner, since he can have you around for longer without danger to yourself or raising suspicion. Just a fun idea I think

Didn’t realize until after, but I love that Eclipse progressively gets larger after every drawing

[yandere-sins]

The Orcas’ Tale - After End

[My Commission Info] | [My Ao3] | [Ko-Fi]

a/n: Another lovely commission for a sweet anon ♥ Thank you for commissioning me to write about my sweet fishy boy again!! :') It was a lot of fun!!! ♥

Characters: Nerrocan (OC) x AFAB!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Non-Con, Rubbing, Penetration with too big penis, Reader's first time, Breeding Kink, Cuminflation, Creampie), Violence (Biting, Blood mention, Scratching, Mentioning of wounds), Mentioning of Testing on the Mermaids, Obsessiveness, Overpowering, Monster, Monster Features, Dual POV, Long Post Words: 8157

You should have been used to emerging from water by now, yet, you still gasped for air the moment you breached the surface. 

The pool water parted to reveal the indoor basin of the new cave constructed in Nerrocan's habitat. For a moment, you were almost taken aback by the deja vu as it reminded you of the original cave you had been relocated to by the three orcas way back at the beginning of your journey. But the longer you looked around, the more the illusion vanished. It was familiar, but not the same.

Strong arms wrapped around you from beneath the blue. Arms that should have induced a fight or flight instinct inside you, but the feeling had long turned into acceptance. After so many days spent together, there was almost nowhere Nerrocan hadn't touched you, and considering he swam across the ocean with you, there had been much more closeness between you two than just this simple touch. 

"How do you like it?" he whispered expectantly into your ear as he emerged after you. By now, he usually let you swim alone if you two had some time together aside from the experiments. Nerrocan found watching you use all your limbs to get through the water amusing, and you wanted to go easy on him, especially whenever he had gone through something painful or gotten wounded.

Somehow, this only made this situation more nerve-wracking for you. 

"It's familiar… and yet, not at all," you replied vaguely, assuming he knew what you meant. Nerrocan hummed softly in agreement, and you swam to the edge of the water, putting your hands on solid ground. By then, all the memories shattered as you felt the unnatural material beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the stone cave Nerrocan had lived in before with his cousins. The material this cave was made of was nothing like that. It was just an imitation—a fake. Because that's all it was.

"I wanted it to resemble your old home. I was hoping you'd feel more relaxed in a familiar environment."

Lifting yourself out of the water, you were given a small push as Nerrocan used his tail to help you up. It didn't make for the most graceful landing, but you were thankful regardless for the assist. Now standing in the cave, you inspected the dimensions, glad the facility hadn't saved on making it big enough for a species like Nerrocan. This way, he could move around comfortably, although you observed him pacing around the pool even after receiving a proper retreat. Staying indoors must have made him restless regardless of how much effort you put into making him comfortable. It still hurt in your heart that he let himself get captured just for the sake of bringing you back to your people. 

You heard Nerrocan come out of the water behind you as you checked out the cave, walking the perimeter around the exit. Very quickly, you found where he stored food and, strangely enough, stones. Even though you didn't question him why he'd pick out stones from the bottom of the pool, you made a mental note to ask other researchers if this was perhaps a sign of boredom and if you had to get him something to busy himself with. It wasn't always the best idea to ask Nerrocan directly, as he usually resorted to saying he was fine as long as you were around. No matter how close you two lived, you couldn't always be there. So, instead, you would have to ask around later what others thought. It was just how things were done here in the facility. 

Another thing you noticed was the lack of decorations. You remembered the cave of the orcas had trophies and skins hanging on the walls. Nerrocan wasn't allowed to make or wield weapons anymore, obviously. Still, since he couldn't hunt, there was no way for him to actually decorate. Maybe that's what the stones are for, you thought quietly, furrowing your brows. 

"Something displeases you?" he suddenly asked, and you had almost forgotten that he was still around, observing you like he did most days. 

"Oh! Oh, no! It's fine!" you replied quickly, moving on from the barren walls. Although, you wondered if Nerrocan would appreciate art. But how would you get a painting down here without the water ruining it?

Next up, you found an obviously assigned sleeping space, and you sighed a sigh of relief, seeing that, at least here, the makers of the caves had taken note of what you told them. It was a more private corner in the whole cave, even slightly covered by an extra wall so Nerrocan had at least a tiny bit of privacy from the cameras that you saw blinking around the wall encircling this space. It would probably be your job to analyze the materials and repair them if they broke, which would be a hassle. But not anyone could just jump into Nerrocan's pool and especially enter his cave. That privilege went to only one person: you. 

"Do you get some good sleep here? Looks comfy!" you asked, pointing at the fur-bedding. It wasn't as smooth as seal fur but thicker, slightly elevated from the ground, reminding you of a futon. Perhaps Nerrocan could like this new added comfort. You definitely were glad about lying down on a mattress again rather than fur on the ground. 

"It's fine," he answered, a familiar response. You almost jumped a bit hearing him right behind you, looking back to find him having closed the distance to you while you were thinking about his bed. His eyes dragged away from the fur, Nerrocan's expression unreadable. Still, somehow, it gave you the feeling he didn't like the bed as much, considering it was just "fine". He might not have been an orca of many words, but you did feel he'd expressed himself differently had he actually liked it. It was time to change tactics!

"Do you prefer seal fur for–"

"You can sit down if you–"

Both of you looked at each other, stopping halfway through your sentences. It was rare that you two spoke up at the same time, but even Nerrocan's lips curled into a smile as you chuckled about it. However, he had no idea what that invitation elicited inside you, a knot forming in your stomach as you stood there, nervously thinking about your options. 

You two were a team; it wasn't right to distrust him. He had done a lot for you, and you weren't ungrateful for all his efforts, but you've noticed Nerrocan pushing. Pushing for something that you simply couldn't wrap your head around doing. 

The staff and the professor had told you extensively about your role and how to conduct yourself. They weren't shy and didn't make any of it sound goofy or pitiful as they explained the terms and what to do. Somehow, you were able to avoid it all this time up until now. Yet, the thought came back to you with the same fear and reluctance as when you first listened to them explain what it meant to mate. 

Essential, they had called it. The most important factor to the whole facility. Mermaids that didn't bond and mate with their caretakers were usually dead within months as they slowly withered away without a reason to live. Nerrocan had to have a mate, or he would probably die too. Despite your best care, the stones possibly were the first indication of his mental health declining. It was for the best of the test subjects, but you… you couldn't do it. 

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, giving him a fake smile before replying, "S-Sure!" as confidently as you could. Carefully, you took a seat at the edge of his "bed", feeling the soft material below you give in beneath your body, yet cushioning you all the same. It didn't feel bad at all, but when you brushed your hand through the fur, you noticed how different it was from the softer seal Nerrocan was used to. 

"You know, it's no trouble to change this if you'd prefer a softer material to sleep on. How about we add some pillows? Do you know what a pillow is? You place your head on it. It's pretty nice!"

Perhaps you were rambling a little as you drew in your knees, hugging them tight to your chest like a defense barrier. You had to accept his invitation if you wanted information that would ultimately help him. Knowing what he was sleeping on right now would later benefit your case if you needed to ask for other things for him. Even if you didn't like how exposed you felt like this, it was your job to take care of him and make sure he was doing fine, even if he wasn't the best to communicate his feelings and thoughts to you. He had no one besides you to rely on, so you couldn't let him down even if you were uncomfortable.

Nerrocan had crawled closer once you took your seat, waiting for something it felt like as his muscles kept tensing and relaxing visibly. But there was a small sparkle in his eyes that you couldn't quite pinpoint. Maybe excitement? He seemed happier when you two talked about whatever came to mind, so perhaps he enjoyed the conversation despite your rambling. If you could make him happy just a little bit, that would be good. It would keep him healthy in the long run despite the awful things he had to endure. Tightening your arms around your legs, you tried not to think about it and instead focus on him. 

"It's fine. Perfect, now, actually."

There it was. Nerrocan, sly as he was, knew how to intensify words if he wanted. He had no problems with telling you if he liked something, if he actually meant it. And he did, now, after you sat down… in his sleeping spot… oh no.

Nerrocan let out a soft chirp as he leaned down more, almost bending over you and trapping you in his resting area with his big body. You couldn't outswim him, but a moment of surprise could be the only reason you left his cave alive. No matter how well-disposed he was towards you, you could never let your guard down around a predator like him. 

"Well! Great! I see you've been settling in nicely!"

You laughed nervously as you jumped up with too much vigor, almost banging your head with his, but Nerrocan reared back just in time. He was just like an animal in such moments, immediately alert and reactive. And you were just a human, you… you couldn't be his mate. You couldn't stay here and pretend that wasn't what everyone—including Nerrocan—seemed to want from you. Hell, how would that even work?! He was so big and you were average at best! You two were so different, there was no way he would even fit—

"I-I should go!" you announced, suddenly overrun by your emotions. Somehow, you had managed to spiral yourself back into a state of panic, your heart racing while your head filled with unnecessary ideas. Imagining yourself with Nerrocan… that was simply too much for you. 

"Wait!" Nerrocan called out as you stormed to a smaller part of his body so you could step over him and get to the pool. You didn't need to look back to know he was following you, the cave slightly creaking as he turned over to go after you. You had freaked yourself out enough that you didn't stop. This wasn't the ocean, and you were good enough of a swimmer to get out of the pool on your own. However, your footsteps grew smaller as you got closer to the water. 

Your reaction wasn't fair. Nerrocan had done nothing to you, and yet, you treated him like a pervert just because some scientists wanted you to think about him that way. Mate this or that, but in the first place, he was your savior and fellow sufferer. If anything… he was your friend. He didn't deserve to be treated this way. It was only you who interpreted the things you were afraid of. Nerrocan wasn't at fault.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around, laying your head to the side questioningly, deciding to give it one more go before you chickened out for no apparent reason. "Are you okay?" he asked, shifting slightly from side to side to look you over. Worried, he stared at your body, goosebumps erupting on your skin as your stupid brain imagined him undressing you with his eyes. You told yourself he was just concerned about you, but the icky feeling remained. 

"Your heart was beating very fast. Do you need to rest?"

"Ah, you know…" you stumbled, avoiding eye contact with him. Of course, he heard that. Stupid orca senses! "I'll just get back and take a nap. I'm sure it's going to go away again soon!"

You gave him a curt smile, pointing at the water. But before you could turn even to look at the pool, his big hands reached out, faster than you could register, lifting you up from the ground.

"Woah!" you exclaimed as Nerrocan tugged you in against his chest, twisting his huge body over and facing his bed again before scooting closer. Even this touch wasn't unfamiliar, and neither was the feeling of his skin against your palms and face. But your body only decided to freak out more. What was he going to do? Would he demand his right to mate? Did you delude yourself into honestly thinking Nerrocan wanted you like this? Did you really think he'd be okay without a mate?

With your eyes closed tightly, you only felt yourself lifted off the orca and sat down on the soft bedding again. Once more, you had let the intrusive thoughts take over your critical thinking, and when you slowly blinked open your eyes, you looked straight into Nerrocan's, his gaze filled with concern. One hand supported you on your back as if he was afraid you were going to faint at any second now, while he used the other to cup your face, clearly still looking for wounds he had missed. He would have smelled the blood, of course, but it seemed even his rationality could be thrown out of the proverbial window when it came to you. 

"Do you need food? Water? Are you in pain?"

His questions were so innocent, his voice breaking with worry, making it hard for him to speak clearly. No matter how well he spoke the human language, his instincts were always at the forefront, and those allowed only the orca way of communication, the soothing rumble in his chest being evidence of this. When you didn't immediately answer him, his expression merely darkened as he chortled, trying to coax what you needed out of you. 

"I'm really fine, Nerrocan," you reassure him, much softer than you thought you were able to. Somehow, his concern and efforts to make you comfortable warmed your heart. You were unjust to assume the worst of him, and he had proven to you yet again that he was simply concerned about your well-being. Maybe he was right, and you needed some rest, this situation had already taken its toll on you. 

"Good, okay. Your heart is still beating very fast, what can I do?"

"Maybe… let's just talk?"

"Sure." Nerrocan nods thoughtfully, imitating your gesture while seemingly trying to fulfill your request. "What is that thing you talked about like? That… pillow?"

"Oh!" you exclaimed, delighted to hear him remember. It seemed like such a small matter to talk about, but you were happy that he listened and followed up on what you said. "It's soft and slightly elevated! You can tug it beneath your head so your spine rests evenly, although I know you can't lie on your back, but at least turned to your side?"

You took a moment to think about whether Nerrocan could sleep with a pillow in the first place, something you should have considered much earlier before suggesting it, but now, you just had to go with the flow. However, you didn't notice him shift, laying down flat on his stomach before asking, "Like this?" And suddenly, with no small strain on your thighs, his head fell into your lap, arms reaching up and around your body, keeping it in place.

"Y-Yeah," you mumbled, stunned. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Nerrocan could really understand you and make logical connections. And in moments like this, it was even harder to make yourself believe he didn't do it with some ulterior motives. Not like this was the first time he ever laid his head in your lap, but still, under these circumstances, it made you nervous again. 

Inhaling deeply, you reminded yourself to trust and stay calm, slowly letting your hand fall on top of his head and brushing through his hair. Nerrocan's lips trembled before he gave up his composure and smiled, the rumbling in his chest almost like a purr while he made a few satisfied clicking sounds. 

"Don't get too comfortable, big guy. I'm just taking a quick rest before going back to work!" you joked with him, running both of your hands through his slick hair. As always, it was untangled despite the length, still as beautifully shimmering and glossy as you were used to it. A good sign, you figured, considering his hair had fallen out yet from the stress and procedures. 

Making a sound of disapproval, Nerrocan turned his head forward. His arms tightened around you, and you gave a small, nervous chuckle as you watched him nuzzle his face into and between your thighs. His hold on you got even stronger as you noticed his upper body lifting and staying like this for a moment before sinking, as if he just took a deep breath. Shame ran over you, the wetsuit you wore smelling like water and fish, but who knew what he could smell with his enhanced senses? You washed up this morning, but that was a few hours ago… 

While fearing about your body hygiene, you didn't notice the mischievous glint in Nerrocan's eyes as he watched your expression, his body weight shifting more and more on top of you. It wasn't until you felt yourself losing balance, toppling backward, that you started to struggle against the inevitable, big hands catching you before you could hurt yourself. At the same time, Nerrocan took the chance to scoot up higher, hovering above you when your head fell into the cushioned bed. 

"I've waited a long time for this," Nerrocan mumbled, a guttural sound as his head dipped into the space between your head and shoulder, slick skin against your wetsuit, the tip of his nose dragging down the side of your throat, smelling you again. "For this place to be set up and for you to visit here. It being just us."

"Ne- Nerrocan!" you protested, bracing your hands against his shoulders. It was foolish to think you could lift him off you. Nerrocan's head dipped lower and lower, driving between your collarbones and your breasts, the feeling of his breath pervading even your clothes and tingling over your skin. His hand slid out from beneath you, and you saw your chance of slipping upwards and away. But the second you moved, his palms closed around your sides, holding them firmly in place and tugging you back down again beneath him. 

"Nerrocan, stop!" you said more firmly this time, and he stilled as if snapping out of a trance. 

"Why?" he asked, looking up again. This time, his expression seemed hurt, as if you denying him this was causing him physical pain. 

"We aren't the same species! We can't do this!"

"We can," he replied without hesitation.

"They told me it was possible. That if I prepared you well, you'd be able to take me. It's okay to mate with a human, they said."

"They? Who told you these things?! How would that even work?! Do you even know what that means?!"

Panic raised your voice, and you watched his expression change briefly. Perhaps the sound disturbed him, or he was questioning what either of you knew, but eventually, he simply replied, "The other humans. Those with the white clothes," and it dawned on you. While you thought you had things under control, the other researchers started feeding Nerrocan a very different narrative. One where all of this was normal. One where he could do as his nature demanded. 

And when you didn't react fast enough, nature won over him. 

One hand retracted from the side of your body, reaching down between your legs and settling right against your pussy. You squealed as a bolt of surprised arousal drove through your body, Nerrocan rubbing his dangerously clawed finger up and down your slit. Immediately, you shut your legs around his wrist, but it did nothing to stop him. Instead, it made your pussy grind upwards into the touch, and you bit your lip. 

"It's- It's not right!" you stammered, reaching for his hand. 

"But you smell so good. You came here to mate, claim my cave as yours. That's a sign, right?"

"N-No! I didn't! I never intended to claim this place or you! Stop smelling me!"

"It's tough," Nerrocan admitted, gulping while his finger worked a unique magic on your cunt. He could move his joints much like a wave, teasing your clit at one point and your entrance at the next. Together with the friction of the wetsuit it was a deadly combination. Yet, you didn't want to dwell on it, feeling the treacherous heat spreading through your body. "Every inch of you smells so good, mate."

His head reappeared in front of yours, his massive form crushing as if he was going to swallow whole. Nerrocan's eyes were lidded, dark dots one could get lost in, but as if sniffing wasn't enough, his tongue suddenly slipped out of his mouth, dragging from your jaw to your cheek bone. You'd never taken much note about how long it was until he was licking you, making you feel even more like a delicious snack rather than a respected friend. This was getting out of hand, and you had to do something fast!

"Nerrocan, we can't– Mmpf!"

Not giving you the chance to finish the sentence, Nerrocan slipped his tongue between your open lips, his mouth crashing down on yours while his fingers stopped for a brief moment. He dipped deeply into the kiss, filling you with his tongue and breath, both hot and relentless as they explored every inch of your mouth. Your head was spinning with how much Nerrocan there was and how little of you. But even when you tightened your grip on his shoulders, nails digging into them, he didn't let off, instead picking up the teasing with his finger again, although his movements were rougher now than before. It felt like he was desperate to make you agree with him, however he had to. Perhaps those were his instincts taking over again, forcing him to claim his mate however possible, but it didn't help you at all. 

Shrieking into his mouth was all you could do as his other hand furled inwards, claws snagging at your wetsuit and running over your back. The sting revealed the damage to your skin, yet the fabric ripping was what horrified you. Pulling your head back, you tried to escape, tried to appeal to his reason, but Nerrocan followed every one of your movements with the precision of an instinctual predator. 

All this time, you tried to assure yourself it wouldn't happen. That you two were better than the vulgar things the researchers had told you about. Just because some caretakers had intimate relationships with their protégés didn't mean it had to happen to you two! You thought you were better than this! That you could make it without crossing the line between two species…

You should have listened to your gut telling you to run a few minutes ago.

Because now you were stuck.

The sound of a big chunk of your wetsuit tearing, pulled you out of your spiral of misery. The hand that had fondled you through the fabric slipped into the tear, going straight back between your legs even though you shut them tight. However, your strength was nothing compared to Nerrocan's, and he easily reached his goal with the sheer mass of his palm. 

You wanted to yell at him, insult and tell him how dare he did this to you, but instead of your anger, an unwelcome moan slipped from your tongue over his. Immediately, it was answered by a rumble from his throat. Nerrocan's tongue kept assaulting your mouth, flopping out whenever it became too much to lodge it inside you, all while he was prying open your lower lips, coating his hand in unmistakable arousal. Even though your body's reaction wasn't your fault, you felt ashamed of the squelching and sloppy sounds coming from above as well as below. 

It also made you wonder if Nerrocan knew what he was doing. Because you did, but only to a certain extent, and if you both had no idea, that could be deadly. 

With all your strength left, you finally turned your head, signaling the kiss to stop. Nerrocan was like a truck, speeding through this process as if he had something important to deliver. But at the same time, he was crushing you with his instincts that were driving him wild. It almost seemed too late to stop, but you had to do all you could to tell him how you felt and how this wasn't right. 

"I can't!" you gasped, coughing really hard once his tongue had pulled out completely. "I can't take you! It won't fit! I never… I've never done this before!"

Nerrocan said nothing, the silence stifling. What was he thinking? Did he understand what you meant? Would he stop now? His finger ceased moving, although his palm kept cupping your pussy, completely covered in your slick by now. 

"I am… your first," he finally said, but it didn't sound like a question. "No one's ever touched you before."

Heat rose to your head as he spoke it out so clearly. Hiding your face with your hand, you whispered, "No," hoping this would finally deter him. But when you snuck a peek through the gaps between your fingers, all you saw was a mysterious glint in his eyes, and the next thing you heard was a deep rumble resonating through the whole cave. 

"I'll take such good care of you," Nerrocan said solemnly, his free hand falling to your head and brushing back some of your hair. He kissed the top of your head multiple times, muttering promises like, "You'll lack nothing, my mate," in between kisses. It didn't seem like he had any intentions to stop, you realized, if anything, this had turned him on even more.

"That's not what I meant!" you protested, but he wouldn't listen. His hand between your legs tensed, pressing outward, the fabric giving way quickly and exposing you completely. 

"I'll make you happy, I promise."

"What?! No!"

Panicked, you tried to sit up, only to brace your arm against Nerrocan as he began to move. His weight could crush you, so you had to relent when he rolled onto his chest, hovering above you. Your legs spread outwards to accommodate his tail between them, and Nerrocan crouched a bit higher to line up your hips with his. Still, he was arching his back, keeping his head close to yours. 

Even though you found hold on his body, no amount of strength could push him away. Horrified, you looked down between your legs, watching as the tip of his cock pressed out of the slit on his tail, and before you knew it, the massive shaft emerged completely, already twitching as beads of precum ejected from its tip. 

"That– That's not possible! We can't! I absolutely can't!" 

"You'll do well, mate. I believe in you. I know you can take me, relax."

Lining up his tip to your cunt, more precum bubbled from his cock, the fluids almost as heavy as the air suddenly felt. You'd be fucked to death if he managed to get this monster cock inside you. This was it. This would be the end. And all because you hadn't been more careful, didn't keep your distance like you should have. Trusted him. 

"No, no, no, no…" you mumbled, looking up and giving Nerrocan one last fearful look, which he reciprocated immediately. However, instead of understanding, all you saw was desire in his eyes. Lust, pleasure, want. Nerrocan couldn't be reasoned with, not when he wanted to spear you on his cock and use you as his toy to satisfy his needs. You didn't believe he truly thought of you as a mate. A mate would take care of the other, right? Help them get through these situations that made them anxious and afraid! But he was doing the complete opposite, not even giving you a chance to safe yourself. 

With a pained groan stuck in your throat, you felt his cock move slowly inside you, prying open your walls. The preparations had given him a small chance to penetrate, but your hymen was tearing just from inserting the tip. Nerrocan, too, took a sharp breath, feeling your tightness as he nudged his shaft inside with small pushes, and already, you could take no more. Nerrocan was going to ruin your poor pussy, and take your first time as if it belonged to him. 

"It hurts!" you whined, tears shooting into your eyes as the pain was threatening to overtake you. 

Immediately, the merman sprang into action, leaning down, kissing your forehead and face, chirping encouragingly between his sentences. Every time he pushed, a new praise fell as a reward. "You're doing so good," he muttered as you shrieked, his bulbous tip reaching its biggest point. Worse was yet to come, but it hurt like hell. You knew that in a matter of a few pushes, Nerrocan would take your virginity and your pussy for his own pleasure. There was absolutely nothing you could do, and it made you despair. 

You clung to him desperately, no deep breath helping you relax. "You can do it; look at you taking me," he tried to soothe you, but there was no chance you could do either. You didn't even want to see him getting inside you, much less experience it. But Nerrocan left you no choice as he advanced. With one rough push, he finally breached the abilities of your pussy, and it gave way to him much too easily.

Your back arched, voice getting stuck in your throat, and you blacked out for a short moment as your hymen tore. The pain of his massive cock taking your first time was too much to handle, but after Nerrocan let out a guttural moan, more juices mingling inside you that were probably equal parts yours and his, he pulled his cock out again before jutting it back into the same place and shaking you awake. 

Even though it felt like a nightmare, it was very real and frightening, especially as Nerrocan advanced. 

"That's it," he praised, kissing the top of your head. "You're doing so good, my mate, just a little more."

There were more words, but you could barely register them as you felt your walls spread impossibly wide around his shaft, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside you as if to make more space for itself in a completely cramped place. It still felt impossible, but Nerrocan managed to keep digging inch by inch, spreading and claiming more of your pussy for himself. Nerrocan kept trilling next to you, working his shaft back and forth to ease it inside, and you were stuck between helplessness and feeling your body slowly adjust. The idiotic thought of "maybe I am made for this" came over you as you felt the tears spilling from your eyes, allowing you to realize it wasn't supposed to be like this at all. 

But here you were, betrayed by your only friend in this strange life you were thrown into, allowing him to call you his mate and fuck you with his big, monstrous cock. You had screwed up, that much was sure, and you didn't know if you'd ever recover from it. Especially not when instead of a scream, another moan escaped you, the moment Nerrocan finally had used up all the space inside of you to claim you. 

You sounded so heavenly. 

Not only that but your scent, body, everything about you was perfect. The researcher told me that the moment I got to claim you would be the most wonderful thing I ever experienced in my life. And for once, they weren't lying. You smelled heady, the air around us filling with the scent of your need. A need for me. Finally, you wanted me, too, taking me and uniting us as we should be. This was what mateship was all about, the feeling of belonging together, both body and mind.

It was exhilarating.

Your body wound itself beneath me, squeezing and moving around my cock that I finally filled you with. You said you couldn't take it, but you did. My mate. My perfect, beautiful mate, your eyes dazed and filled with tears as I bucked my hips forward gently. You made the most adorable gurgles, biting your lip, although I would have preferred to hear all of your voice, you really didn't have to hold back. Surely, you, too, must have felt the bliss of our union, the beautiful play of our bodies?

And even more exciting than that, you gave me your first time. Your insides were shaping themselves around my cock, learning to accommodate it despite the tightness. Yet, you did so well taking every inch of me, your beautiful thighs pressing against the sides of my tail, keeping me firmly situated inside you. Our mateship must have been meant to be if you waited for me to come into your life before giving me your new, beautiful pussy to mate. To fill, to breed.

Sinking my hands into your hair, I couldn't help myself from pulling your head back, exposing your throat, the most vulnerable part of your delicious body. The slight smell of blood coming from your cunt only made my cock twitch more, tingling all the senses of a hunter. I wanted to bite you so badly, taste your blood on my tongue, and coat my teeth with it that it hurt. There was way too much of your body still covered, even though we had no need for clothes any longer. I almost felt resentful towards the fabric covering you, denying me the view of the most beautiful treasure of this world—you. 

I had waited too long for this moment to not leave my mark on your body as I should. 

If you were to get lost, anyone should know who you belonged to. Whose fangs they'd have to go against to claim you in the same way I had. As if I'd ever lose a fight when the prize was my mate and the right to keep calling you that. I didn't fight, hunt, and train for so long that just anybody could waltz in and take you from me now. 

"I'll be gentle, I promise" I murmured, driving my lips over your shoulder. It was the perfect place, above your heart, next to your throat. My face fit nicely in the curve between your neck and arm, as if this spot was made for my mark. Perhaps, you were. Made for me, that is. I had never seen someone rouse as many emotions in me as you did or induce this constant, mind-numbing heat that I was acting on now. With your pussy around my cock and my teeth about to sink into your body, I was the closest to you that I ever had been, and there was no place I'd rather be. 

My throat rumbled in contentment, my whole being agreeing with the thought of marking you. Lips splitting, my teeth were ready to punctuate, to clamp down, to tear. But I wouldn't treat you like that. I'd only taste the sweetest prey I had ever encountered. I wouldn't linger, wouldn't hurt you more than necessary. Hurt, it would, so I fastened the pace of my hips, distracting you with the added friction until you were whining softly with every push. It was adorable when one of your hands clung to my arm, digging your puny little nails into it. But I hoped it would scar. That you'd mark me just like I would, you. 

Which gave me the idea to cup your face, prying your mouth open by pushing a finger between your blunt teeth. The damage would be small compared to mine, but it was only right you got the same chance as I did. With all the preparations done, it was time to claim you. I knew it was meant to be, and yet, I hesitated because of the thought of hurting you. But I had to believe in myself. I knew I'd never cause you great harm. I could control the urges and stop when it was necessary. You and I had been through worse together; we'd also get through the stages of mating. 

At least, mating was more pleasurable. 

"Shh, it's okay, I'll be gentle," I repeated softly, hearing how your breathing turned unnaturally fast after seeing my teeth. A shudder went through you, and I couldn't help groaning as I felt it around my cock, too. Your voice grew louder, vibrating against my finger, but I gave it no heed. Resting my lips on your body, I took one more deep breath, soaking in the scent of your body, your arousal, the tinge of blood I had smelled before. 

Delicious. 

And with that, my teeth opened, sinking deep into your flesh. The fabric covering you was no more a hindrance than uncovered skin, giving no resistance. But my tongue immediately went to lap up the droplets of blood that formed around my teeth, a strong, desirable taste filling my mouth. Together with the smell of your body they completely fogged my mind, my hips snapping forward harder as your cunt tightened around my cock, reluctant to let me go. 

Was this it? The sign that you were cumming? Would I be the first orca to take and claim his human mate in every aspect? A guttural groan resonated through my body, my pace growing harder. I knew it instinctively, it was a mating call. We were now bound to each other. There was no more space to stuff my cock into, but I still hadn't had enough. Gripping one of your beautiful thick thighs in my hand, the flesh so soft and pliable in my grasp, I adjusted our position and brought us even closer together. Our size difference was but a small obstacle when it came to mating, and I was determined to make up for it with my strength and skill. 

I had barely heard the first scream you let out when I bit you, much less the beautiful symphony of moans and cries that my finger muffled. Blood coating my tongue, my lips, my throat, I felt my cock swell inside you, the feeling eliciting another shriek against my finger. However, this time, I did notice it. You were biting down so hard as if your life depended on it. It was a cute effort, considering you barely broke through my skin, much less tore junks out of it like I wanted. I could feel your heartbeat in my mouth as it wouldn't stop hammering in your chest, and your pussy held on tight to my cock as I lodged it as deep as possible inside you.

I was going to fill you up to the brim. As much as your little human body could hold of my seed, I'd give to you and then some. Everything was perfect, the sound of your voice, the beating of your heart. The taste of your blood on my lips and the tightness of your cunt as I made the last few pushes towards my release. They promised everything would turn out well, but no one could have prepared me for how wonderful it was to finally be with you. 

Roaring wildly into your shoulder, my cock exploded. Little stars clouded my vision as I felt your body spasm beneath me, trying to adjust to the amounts of seed I was pumping in you. A small part hoped it would take root inside you. Would make you round and full with our calves, and I got to care for you throughout the whole pregnancy. Even if this was our first time, I couldn't help but want to breed you to the point you'd be unable to walk on your own anymore. I wanted you to depend on me, lean on me, letting me do everything for you while you created our beautiful little babies. The product of our love for each other. We'd be a perfect little family; nothing could take this from me. 

We'd have to wait and see, but I couldn't wait for the day to come. 

As fast as it had happened, it was over. My cock was still splurting more cum inside you, but you laid limply beneath me, your own orgasm having taken all your energy out of you. I unlocked my jaw as slowly as possible. However, it made a slight jerk despite my best efforts. But my teeth were finally pulling out of your flesh, leaving only the beautiful marks of our mateship behind, bleeding and sullying the bed, which I more than welcomed. 

You groaned, and I finally pried my finger out of your mouth so I could listen to the sound. Your eyes were unfocused and dull. The intensity must have taken a toll on your strength, but you were no less beautiful, your belly swollen with my seed, and your body marked and satisfied. 

"You did so well," I purred, giving you small chirps to ensure you'd understand my sincerity. Not everyone could have done so well, but my mate. My mate could. You were beautiful, perfect. Made for me, for our family. I had regretted it many times to have brought you to this place, but just as often did I think it had been the right choice. Now, we were inseparable, and I felt more validated in my choice. 

Slowly, I pulled back my cock, your pussy making it hard to exit with how much it clung to me. All while cooing and kissing your face and your body. Already, I felt myself grow hard again, my cock barely able to retract into its slit with how massive it still was. There were still so many things I wanted to do with you. The thoughts of marking other places like your breasts and those delicious thighs were driving me insane with their allure, but I stayed strong for you.

It's what we did for the people we loved, and right now, you just needed me to hold you as your body tried to come down from the height and adore you like I always did. The humans called it "aftercare," and I listened closely to their tips, although I couldn't bring myself to fetch some food and water for you yet. Not when you were curled so adorably in my arms, my hand on your swollen belly, making it easy to imagine what it would be like if you were carrying our little pup inside you. I did feel spent, ready to take a long nap by your side, but not before I made sure you were settled in comfortably, your eyes still wide open as you lay limply on my bed. 

Even if this was only the first time, it had made it all worth it. All the pain and suffering, all the fear and traumatic experiences. The fights, the humiliation. Now that I had you by my side, able to call you my mate completely without any doubts, it had been worth the troubles. It would be worth anything that may come in the future as long as I got to hold you again like this, fill you with my seed, and forget everything else that was happening around us. It had taken so long until we finally got this space we could call our own. Decorate, be together in, share love. This was where only we existed, and I couldn't wait to see what we'd do with it in the future, but I knew it would be great. 

And no one would get in the way of our happiness, even if you still had doubts.

You let out a quiet shudder, feeling Nerrocan's hand combing through your curls, ruined and messy from what had just happened. It still felt like you were waking up from a nightmare, but the pain had always been there. Both your shoulder and your pussy hurt. You felt the semen run down your lower lips and coat your thighs. Every time Nerrocan rubbed over your belly, another spurt of his jizz shot from your hole, and you felt degraded and disgusted with the feeling of semen sloshing in your womb. It wasn't possible to get pregnant, right? Was it? They were half human-like… that didn't mean you two were compatible, right? 

Tears filled your eyes as you couldn't help sobbing out loud. The bitten shoulder had no strength to pull up your arm so you could muffle yourself and the other was almost as dead still from the shock. Even though it hurt, even though you didn't want it, eventually, pleasure caught up to you, making you cum on his huge, massive cock as if you wanted it. It had felt good every time the pain vanished. And even now, Nerrocan was purring and chortling, soothing the pain in your soul even though he had torn it apart. 

You'd never be able to trust him again. To work with him even. You'd have to find a new purpose in this facility, but something inside you told you they wouldn't let you. This would be your new life, and you'd have to adjust to it to survive. It was unfair. Painful. You wanted to hate him, yet you still couldn't because of all you two had been through and all he continued to do for you. And although it wasn't right and should have never happened—not like this, at least—you could also understand him to a degree that it was the comfort Nerrocan needed, even if he made it seem like you did, too. 

"We're going to have such beautiful calves. You'll be such a good mommy," he praised you, and you sobbed out loud again, taking a deep, unbelieving breath. This couldn't be real, it was just too cruel. 

Nerrocan kissed your forehead, cradling your back further against his chest, his cock having slipped back into the slit, and you were thanking any god that was listening for that. You couldn't take any more fucking than that, and you'd never come down into his nest again and indulge him like you had that day. He had already ruined to much, destroyed your body and the relationship you two had. 

Moving you only made you feel more of the cum spurting from your pussy, coating you both as you whimpered, and Nerrocan trilled excitedly. "We're going to make so many babies!" he announced, and you wept, the image alone too hard to handle. 

"You did so well, today, my mate. I can't wait for the next time," he whispered into your ear, kissing your temple all the way down to your jaw. Every bit of adoration, praise, and intimacy appalled you, and you turned your face away, wanting to grieve your innocence and stupidity as you swore to never allow a repeat of what happened. 

"I'm not your mate," you slurred as the exhaustion hit you hard. Even in this situation, dangerous as it was, your body still felt safe enough around Nerrocan to sleep. Traitor, you thought as your eyes closed. 

"Yes, you are," he replied softly, noticing your drowsiness as he placed an arm beneath your head, cushioning it. Ironic, wasn't it? Luckily, you were already asleep when he spoke up again, able to preserve the last bits of your sanity from being lost forever.

"I'll do everything to change your mind."

[applejusue]

violet kiramman ─── marine encounters #002

You start to notice the orca in pain more frequently, and in an effort to help you buy her a gift. Unbeknownst to you, you've inadvertently convinced Vi that you want to court her.

◟`# cw: orca!vi, killer whale, size difference, comfort, tooth rot fluff, gifting, miscommunication

── requested by anon

marine encounters | arcane masterlist . . .

It started with her pitching, whistles of discomfort as Vi rubbed her body along the rocks, any sort of surface to try and unknot her tense muscles. She was a large mammal, one made for wading and stalking. The problem, was that Vi loved to swim rapidly, to pick fights that had her wrestling against the ocean floor. It was fun for her, part of how she kept herself enriched. It was her human side that took the most damage, sore shoulders and a scuffed up back that she would cry until you kneaded out.

You were at a loss on what to do. No matter how many times you reminded her that she wasn't lithe like Jinx, that she needed to slow down and be more careful, all your warnings would be out the window in minutes. She'd get distracted or excited, threading thick waters that bet against her arms. Vi was muscular sure, large enough to withstand water pressure but not without strain when she pushed herself too hard. Part of you did feel sympathy for her, knowing that her tail wanted her to go, but that she also had a human half that she didn't know how to take care of.

Finding her waiting near the beach line, you decided she needed to learn more about herself. You sat on the sand, doing your best to explain how her joints worked with your own arm extended. You gestured to the different types of muscle, explaining how they connected up to her shoulder and that swimming too vigorously can cause the strain. Vi watched curiously, big eyes peeking above the water at your display. She was a little confused on why you were presenting yourself to her like this, but she swam closer nonetheless to lay her upper against your legs.

You pressed a hand to your shoulder, then to hers in an effort to make her realize that the two of you really were similar, she was just much bigger. Vi's eyes flickered down to your torso, eyes tracing along your arms that connected to your shoulders, to your head. The realization dawned on her slowly, and your relief that she was getting it was quickly blustered when she tugged up your shirt. Despite your protests and trying to push her big head away she was too busy trying to get a good look at your middle.

Sure enough. you had the same sort of stomach and navel that she did. You had those same mounds on your chest, they just looked a little different. Vi pitched quietly as she observed the small differences. You didn't have any blotch patterns or scales, but you had arms like hers, and she was fascinated. The large orca began to understand that perhaps she was closer to human that she had originally thought. She used to think people were just strange creatures that moved on a split tail, who went all red in the sun and wore silly eye shields.

You eventually manage to shove your shirt back down before anyone could spot you, now mostly drenched from her pressing into you. You don't go very far, as Vi follows along and clambers closer, large arms wrapping snuggly around your waist as she cuddled into your stomach. So much for learning. You reach down, gently massaging along the tense ridges of her shoulders, her tail swishing softly through the water. It was painful, you could tell that much, especially with how tightly knotted her muscles were. You continued to try and explain why she was getting these aches, but you had a feeling she probably wasn't listening. There had to be another solution, she was clingy enough already without the need for massages.

As you trudged back along the coast line littered with shops and stalls, you notice a spiritual lady selling bottled sand and other such trinkets. She had an assortment of jewellery spread out across the table, blue-topaz and citrine that glittered under the warm sun. Spotting a collection of copperware, you decided to approach. It was pseudoscience, naturally, but you'd heard that copper bracelets can help with inflamed muscles and joint pain. It couldn't hurt to try, but her dainty bracelets would be much too small for an orca.

"You got anything bigger?"

Vi's eyes were wide as you presented her with the copper circle, one that fit around her wrist perfectly. It was a little shiny in the water, but not enough to attract unwanted attention. She was barely listening to your explanation on why you'd gotten it for her, instead too focused on the fact that you were giving it to her. Only once had Vi ever received a gift, it was a strange looking sponge that she'd gotten from a humpback who was seeking to mate. Her cheeks blustered at the realization that you were hoping to court her.

The orca looked back up at you with puppy dog eyes, and your brow raised in slight confusion. For a minute you questioned if she had even listened to a word that you'd just said, but before you could ask she dove back under the water, leaving you splashed and sitting befuddled on the sand.

Vi had no idea what to gift you, she'd given her fair share of shiny rocks to barracuda ladies, but she wasn't sure what a human would like. She raided the den, causing a ruckus that earned some tired grumbles from Jinx who rolled over on her sea moss bed, trying to go back to sleep. Jinx preferred to meet with human folk at night, and it was a mystery to her how Vi could make her way up to the surface each dawn to see you. The flustered orca wracked her brain, trying to think about the things you admired. Maybe something shiny, like the decorations you often wear in your ears, or something glowy like the rectangle you use to take pictures.

In the end she'd settled on a little glistening pink clam that held a pearl, and she'd practically stalked the beach until you were off duty. You approached her in your lifeguard uniform, sitting along some shallow rocks as she swam up to your legs, big head peeking above your knees. She was still wearing the bracelet which was a relief, and she hadn't complained about any pain thus far so maybe you owed that spirit lady back on the shore. You raised a brow when she gently pushed a small clam up onto your lap.

Vi waited with nervous eyes as you lifted the clam, prying the mouth open gently and seeing the pearl. Her tail flicked beneath the current, hands poised against the rock that you sat on. Her heart raced when you smiled, thanking her and saying that the pearl was lovely. She felt a small swell of pride, waiting expectantly for you to give her a kiss or initiate the next stage now that you'd received her gift. When that didn't happen though, and you set it into your bag and continued to talk about your day, the orca was left confused.

Did you not accept her gift? Was it not enough to prove that she would be a good mate to you? The orca below you had a furrowed brow, wondering what she'd done wrong. Usually, once gifts were exchanged there would be prodding and kissing, but you'd brushed over her offer. Vi was way too attached to let that slide, instead it motivated her to try harder.

For the next few days you received a plethora of items from her, pretty shells, old coins, she'd even tried the shiny rock approach that had worked on that barracuda, but still nothing happened. Vi was a little frustrated, confused on what she was misunderstanding about your human courtship. She was running out of things to give you, hoarding anything she could find like a magpie to bring to you the next day.

After receiving your fifth pretty seashell, you had started to wonder what was going on with the orca. The first time sure, you'd assumed it was her way of thanking you for the bracelet. The second time, it could be brushed off, you figured she got a kick out of the praise. However, now you had a pile of treasures in your bedroom that you were starting to run out of space for. It was behaviour you didn't recognise from an orca, they weren't typically collectors.

On this cooler morning you waited for her by the coast, and when you were presented with another glittering coin that she had found on the sand floor, you let out a small sigh. You set the penny aside, wanting to clear this up.

"These are all.. lovely, sweetheart, but why-.."

As you looked up at her, Vi's mouth was slightly agape, big puppy eyes furrowed with worry when you'd set her gift aside. The orca was assuming the worst, was this you having made your decision? Were you rejecting her attempts at courting you? An echoed pitch left her lips, her cold tough hands holding onto your legs as she tried to nudge up to you. For a moment you were exasperated, confused. Then, it hit you.

She was gifting.

When it dawned on you that this was the orca's attempts at courting you, it was impossible to stop the small amused smile that began to twitch as your lips. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head and patting her shoulder. Vi's head thrust up at the sound of your laughter, the sight of you smiling giving her another fleeting chance of hope. You cupped her big wet cheeks between your palms, leaning down to press a small kiss to her forehead, nuzzling in close to her.

Vi's large tail bats at the water eagerly, pitching in excitement as you returned the affection she'd been trying to win over for the last few days. Before you can even register it, she's smushing her wet lips against your face and dragging you under the water, leaving nothing but a splash as the two of you disappear beneath the foam.

[the-smut-mongerer]

ᴀ/ɴ: getting back into mha! If anyone wants to commison a fic dm me <3

ᴛᴀɢꜱ: fluff, cuddling, headcanons, all comfort no angst. not proof read

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: gang orca(kugo sakamata), hawks(keigo takami), hound dog(ryo inui), miriko(rumi usagiyama), eraserhead (shota aziawa), gunhead

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ヾthis is a multi-fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem, she/her, she/they please do not follow or interact with my mlm related post!! Please respect this! ゛

kugo is rather reserved when it comes to affection, unsure of how to ask for it, and hopes you can simply pick up on hints. cuddling with you brings great comfort to him, especially when you're the one holding him. he's a little spoon all the way, regardless if you're smaller than him. he can find himself sleeping like a baby whenever it's you holding him. However, he likes holding you, too. lay your head on his chest as he rubs soothing circles on your back to lul you to sleep. he likes intertwing his hands with yours as he sleeps, for him its a very grounding and comforting feeling.

keigo clings. as soon as you lay next to him, he's latching onto you. curling his arms and wings around you and keeping you there. he's not picky when it comes to positions, but he really likes laying on top of you. due to his wings, he's a natural stomach sleeper, and resting on your chest is both comfortable and convenient for his wings. the mix of your heartbeat and you running your hand through his hair makes him sleep like a baby. he whines a lot when you try and pry him off, in the mornings he always tries to keep you in bed with him.

ryo loves cuddling, anytime, anywhere. he's, unironically, a lap dog. he's quick to make himself comfortable in your lap, whether he'd be sitting fully in it or laying down. your electricity bill is unbelievably high due to the fact he's an absolute heat box. having ac on is a requirement, especially during the summer. during the winter months, he's your savings grace in the cold. he's a big fan of spooning. curling his large body around you and nuzzling his snout in your hair. his arms as strong as they are very comfortable pillows to hold onto as you sleep. oh, and watch out for the drool.

rumi is a cuddle bunny and likes being held. she likes resting her head in between the hallow of your neck and shoulder, her strong arms curled around your torso. Hsr grip on you is like iron, and unless she's awake, she won't let go. you'd often find yourself carrying her around in the mornings since you literally can't pry her off. she'll wake up once you start cooking, though. she is a vivid dreamer, and her body is reactive when she's in a deep sleep. more often than not she'll accidentally kick or hit you while she sleeps. she apologizes for it in the morning. she likes to cuddle under loads of blankets with you, as hot as it gets its very comfortable.

shota loves to sleep, so it'd make sense he loves to cuddle, too. despite his complaining, he likes waking up in the morning, your arms and legs entangled around each other. he runs cold when he sleeps and loves spooking you awake with his cold hands or feet. shota likes to sleep facing you, waking up to your face is his favoriate thing ever. he likes holding you, embracing you in his arms holding you tight to his chest. his grip is surprisingly strong but its easy to break out of with a few tugs. when its his nap time snf your around he'll simply drape himself over you, whether hes in his sleeping bag or not.

gunhead is a cuddle monster, he loves pyshsical affection with you in general. he likse holding you when he reads, letting you rest on him with his hand on your hip, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. not picky about sleeping positions at all, its not like you'd wake up in the same spot anyway. sleeping with him is comfortable but chaotic as he moves often. its often that he wakes up drapped over your stomach or torso. hes another heatbox man but- its mostly bearable in contrast to the others. he's like warm spring heat, somewhere right in the middle of being hot and cold. his arms are the most comfortable things ever.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

silly random merm reader au doodles from a late night stream, nearly incoherent rambling below the cut <3

this is copy-pasted directly from discord so it rlly is just a mess of vague concepts mashed together srry sdkjfhdsjfhj:

'eclipse's braincells flew out the window as soon as he saw reader in this au and reader's been separated from their pod, so they see a remotely whale-shaped creature and go 'oh my god pls be my friend im so lost and alone' then they meet the boys who r smaller but still Whale Shaped and go 'oh my god u have calfs???? babies????? lil guppies????????' and almost dies on the spot and like. eclipse n sun n moon know they r Not whales. but. reader does not and reader is so so happy to have whales again that the three r like. yup we r totally whales! just a lil pod that got lost! just like u! and then at some point,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, reader finds out/realizes they r not whales. they have been SHORKS this whole time and the reason reader got separated from their pod,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, was bc of SHARKS so they are Upsetti and eclipse is like ;^; pls no go and angst and then eclipse almosts gets HURT and reader comes to RESCUE ok thats all i got rn my brain is baked bean'

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#24 Cute

Aquarium staff y/n and gang orca-

Aquarium!Y/n*Seeing him try to look less scary for the children that are about to come* ...You’re cute

Gang Orca*Seeing this as a way to lift his spirits* Ah, thank y-

Aquarium!Y/n: I don’t mean cute like I wanna pinch your cheeks. I mean cute like I wanna push you up against a wall

Gang Orca*Blushing, taken aback by your boldness* Oh...

[fatkish]

Hey!!!! Could i please an thank you req headcanons for pro heroes and their kid telling them they like another hero over them??? i just think itd be rlly cute haha

Pro Heroes x Child Reader: Asking Their kid who Their Favorite Hero is

Midnight:

When she asked you who your favorite hero was you happily shouted Present Mic. Although she kinda sweatdropped at the thought of Hizashi, she smiled and still agreed that he’s a good hero.

All Might:

When reporters asked you who your favorite hero was, since All Might is your dad, you happily replied with Endeavor. When asked why, you replied with fire is super cool and he make bad guys pee their pants cause he’s scary. All Might had to hide his frown and cried later that night. Endeavor who has caught the tail end of the interview, laughed at it

Sir Nighteye:

When he asked who your favorite hero was you replied with Gang Orca. This started a long Argument between the both of you on who’s better, All Might or Gang Orca.

Endeavor:

He isn’t really the type to care about this kind of thing but when you replied with Fatgum, he wasn’t expecting that. You told him that he’s your favorite because Fatgum is cute and squishy looking.

Hawks:

When he asked you who your favorite hero was, expecting you to say daddy, he was shocked when you said Edgeshot. He regrets asking since you started to argue with him on why Edgeshot is cooler than him.

Fatgum:

When he asked you who your favorite hero was you told him it was Mirko since she kicks butt. He laughed and happily agreed seeing you excitedly reenact her fights

Present Mic:

When he had you on his radio show he asked you who your favorite hero was you told him it was Nighteye since he’s smart. If he wasn’t on air at the time he would’ve been crying and explaining to you that your dad’s smart too

Aizawa/Eraserhead:

When you told Aizawa that your favorite hero was Present Mic, the only reaction you could see was a slight eye twitch, but you giggled and then told him it was a joke and that he’s your favorite since he doesn’t need his quirk to beat a villain. Plus he’s your dad so that automatically makes him the best. He just smiled and gave you a hug and kissed your forehead

Best Jeanist:

When he asked you who you’re favorite hero was you told him you don’t really have a favorite since you think heroes are kinda lame. You told him you liked Nedzu since he could probably bring humanity to their knees. He became kinda worried about you after that answer.

Mirko:

When you told her your favorite hero was Ryukyu because dragons are cool. She smirked and said that she thinks Ryukyu is cool too and asked if you wanted her to arrange a meeting so you could meet your Idol. You screamed in delight and hugged your mom’s leg begging her to do it.

Gang Orca:

When he asked you who your favorite hero was you replied with Black Manta. He sweat dropped and told you that 1.) he’s not real and 2.) he’s a villain. You looked at him with a straight face and said he’s cool like your dad. He’s now a little worried about you

Edgeshot:

When Edgeshot asked you who your favorite Hero was you replied with Itachi Uchiha. He looked you dead in the eye and said that Itachi isn’t real. You then began to explain how Itachi is a better ninja than your dad. Edgeshot listened and was happy that you admired a good person and at least you didn’t favor villains

Kamui Woods:

When he asked you who your favorite hero was you told him Deadpool and Spider-Man. When he told you they aren’t real you told him he didn’t ask for whether they were real or not. You told him you like how they’re funny and that you want to be like Spider-Man.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 3: Underwater

GANG ORCA (KUGO SAKAMATA) X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Kugo getting a little to touchy while swimming. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationships, Smut, Tongue Play, Deep Throating, Ocean

Kinktober Masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Laughing aloud as Kugo catches you, playing in the cold waters of the ocean, using up the last bit of summer. Well, also, not passing up an opportunity to see your Kugo in his natural environment, stripped of his daily clothes.

Contrasted with Kugo's warm hand guiding your body through the cold ocean water, feeling as it slips, moving down your body. Slowing down into the deep ocean as he starts licking your neck, sharp teeth grazing along the path. 

Thick fingers played with the hem of your bathing suit as his hot tongue slowly moved up to your mouth, kissing you heatedly before his tongue asked for access. Allowing him in, feeling as his tongue messages yours, then creeps to the back of your throat. 

Skillfully gliding down, filling up the soft tissue of your throat, playing with your gag reflex, choking on the euphoric feeling in his arms.

Deep throating his tongue, barely feeling his hand slip under the fabric of your swimsuit—not until his hand finds you. Moans crawl out, vibrating through his tongue, earning Kugo's hum of approval. Using a sign, his hand pulls away, only to pull the fabric aside, opening access for his cock.

Feeling his hard cock against you, he removed his tongue with stings of saliva stretching out only to break. Allowing you to fully gasp at his cock slowly slipping into you. Filling you with every inch, leaving no time for ease. 

Recklessly thrusting, cold water clashes between you. Almost feral, his thrusts push you down slowly, deeper into the water, though his arm still supports you above the water. Muscles flex from the strength used to fuck you, hoping to cum, adding to the salted water.

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[o-cinnamonstickz]

I have no idea if this has been done yet, but here:

They hate each other, but kiss each other’s boo-boos. You know. The ones they inflict on one another-

[yandere-sins]

The Orcas' Tale - Krill's Story I

a/n: I have... not much to say, although you should read the warnings. But I need you guys to know that this is 7.666 words long. I didn't make it this way intentionally, but if that isn't devilish, I don't know what is :')

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Orca Merman x GN!AFAB!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Nothing explicit yet just drug-induced neediness and description of a cock doing what a cock does, Size... adoration, Begging), Violence (Thrashing, Breaking of bones, fighting machines, Verbal threats, mention of medical tools, syringes), Getting drugged non-consensually, Description of being drugged up, Animalistic behavior, Mention of blood/claws/sharp teeth, Mention of Slavery, Mention of Abuse, Depiction of spoiled Food and Seal Meat, Very long post

"It truly is an impressive recovery of such a valuable resource! Being able to compare the exact date from years ago with now makes for a great opportunity in our research, and now we have two of them! This is your chance to recover from your mistakes all those years ago!"

With pep in his step, your supervisor led you through the long, cagey hallway of the facility, making it almost hard to follow him with all the enthusiasm he was displaying. You, on the other hand, felt nothing but dread as you held onto the notes you had been giving about your new project, almost feeling scared to glance at the papers.

You already knew what they'd say. The mistakes they'd speak of.

Because you were already familiar with the mermen, who had recently been caught by the facility. You freed them all those years ago out of shame and sympathy. And you paid the price, your unpaid labor bordering on slavery. Your choice had been death or continuing their research, and after looking down a gun barrel once, you decided to invest in your studies instead, the company willing to further your education and allow you to continue testing and working with the poor creatures they kept here—albeit with supervision.

"Talent like yours shouldn't be wasted," your supervisor recited the words of the facility owner, but they sounded like a warning coming from him rather than encouragement. 

When he finally stopped at the door farthest down the corridor, you were appalled to see the number on it, finding it less than funny that they'd assigned the same room from years ago as your new laboratory again. All these little digs they made at you never let you forget that they were still angry about what you did to sabotage the facility—as if you could ever. These digs were just there to make you miserable and establish who your life belonged to. You were replaceable, but you wouldn't get out of this alive. If you wanted to survive and have even the slightest chance of escaping this place of horrors one day, you'd have to obey. 

"So do better this time," your supervisor said, smiling down at you smugly as he pushed the door open, the heavy metals screeching with cold, metal bitterness. Bastard, you thought, walking inside the laboratory. The grate floor spread above the large pool beneath your feet throughout the whole room, making your steps audible as you entered. The water was calm, undisturbed—suspicious.

"Oh, also, this one's been really angry ever since we brought him in. Better not let your head get bitten off! Would be a waste. You're too pretty to be a corpse just yet."

You whipped around with a glare, but all you saw was the smug grin on your supervisor's face before he shut the door with a loud bang. A mechanical lock slid into place with a whirring sound before everything became quiet around you. It was strange that they'd leave you here alone after what you did, but then again, there was no way you'd be able to recreate the mistakes you made. Even though you'd never receive any respect or sympathy from anyone in this cursed place, you couldn't help but stare at the metal door, plastered with warnings and reminders to leave equipment in the laboratory before leaving, wishing it would open again and let you out of here.

But that wouldn't happen.

It was ironic that they'd leave you alone with the merman you helped escape before, but the only way out was that door, and it needed a passcode to leave. One you didn't have. You'd eat, sleep, and work as they intended; there was no escaping this, even if the hope never left you. They didn't think you'd make it out alive unless they let you. Much less would you be able to help anyone escape again. Slowly, you turned forward, raising your head to look at the workstation on the opposite side of the room. You couldn't help from glancing downwards every few steps; caution was the only thing that kept you alive in this place.

But even as you made your way over to the station, your shadow undoubtedly making your presence known to the water, everything remained calm. The sound of machines running, keeping the pool intact, and the water bubbling from the pump were all that matched the sounds of your steps and breaths. For a "really angry" merman, this was suspicious. He must have known you were here, yet neither came to watch nor to attack you? You sighed inwardly, thinking about how much of a hassle it would be to actually get him to your examination area if you couldn't fish him out of the pool.

Once you reached the counters with the equipment, you set down the papers you had been given, spreading them out to scan over them. Even if you didn't want to interact again with these pitiful yet obscenely fascinating creatures, you knew that without any results from experimenting on them, you'd be stuck here for all eternity. The expectations were high that you'd find what everyone was looking for, even though the experiments were nothing short of cruel and disgusting. Drugs, surgery while awake, mutilations—those were just a few things you had watched the researchers do to these creatures. And for what? 

Eternal life. 

A fantasy.

How did you know? You were the one finding out that even if their life expectancy was closer to that of turtles, even the merfolks would die one day from old age. There was no such thing as living forever with the help of a mermaid's flesh, tears, or blood, and researching them brought forth interesting facts but not the results that this facility had been constructed for.

And yet, here you were, doing as you were told, trying to find anything that would be deemed interesting enough. 

You heard a splash behind you, making you whip around, trying to make out a sign of life. Even though the floor was raised a few meters above the surface and the partition was closed so nothing could fall in or jump out of the water, it was still unsettling to hear but never see the creature you were locked up with. You knew better than to show fear openly to apex predators like the mermaids, but it had been so long since they let you near one that you could feel its presence—or the lack thereof—frightening you to the bone.

But you had to keep going, no matter what. Turning back to your papers, you spread them out with shaky hands, scanning over the information the first-contact team had collected. A large species, presumably orca-related, male, mature, and chipped. The last fact had been underlined twice, emphasizing the importance of it. This merman had already been in the facility, and they tracked it back to when you had been foolish enough to think you could save them. It had been years. Yet he and another one, as you heard through the grapevine, had come back against any better judgment, making you wonder about the intelligence you knew these creatures possessed.

However, no matter how much information you could absorb through the notes, you knew you were only stalling time. The next step would be getting this creature out of the pool and proceeding with your experiments, but the fear made you hesitate. This merman had been starving for a week in preparation for his exams, and although hunger wasn't a good state for anyone to be in, it was thought it might help to be the one feeding them when you needed their cooperation. Like you'd do with an animal. Unfortunately, they were too clever to fall for these ruses most of the time.

You still had to try. 

Picking up some gloves, you went to the extensive double-doored fridge, pulling out the trays with seal meat on them. However, someone placed dead fish-heads between the pieces in varying states of decay. You took a deep breath, unwilling to give spoiled meat to the creature, even though you'd have to rely on it if you wanted to get anywhere. Picking out a slab of seal meat on the furthest corner of the tray, you just hoped it was mostly uncontaminated as you carried it over to the buttons that would part the floor into an opening from which the merman could be caught. 

You hated pushing these buttons, everything reminding you of the biggest mistake of your life. Sure, you saved three mermen from this cruelty, but look what your efforts got you. 2 of them came back, and you were nothing more than a slave. Nothing turned out to be as heroic as in the books you read.

The metal grated against itself as it parted wide enough to allow feeding. Smaller species could have stuck an arm through the gap, but you knew from the past that it didn't work for any of the large specimens. At least that meant you were safe from an attack for now, though it was debatable how long. The meat sunk further and further down into the blue, but nothing happened. You leaned forward over the gap in anticipation, waiting for any kind of appearance in the wet. However, when the water finally stirred, causing slight waves to appear, it wasn't a shadow that moved through it, and neither did it give any mind to the food. 

You jumped back in surprise, your body hitting the wall next to the buttons, when fingers lurched out of the water, gripping the ends of the partition and pushing them apart. Water splashed everywhere as the merman tried to widen the gap. The metal resisted initially, but even such a strong material bound to an even stronger machine relented under constant pressure. 

As the cool water hit your face, you finally snapped out from the shock, slamming your hand down on the buttons that would close the floor and set the machines into motion to work against the abnormal strength of a merman. The two forces rung with each other for a few seconds before the machine finally did its thing and closed the gap, but it felt like minutes of struggling, of holding your breath in anticipation. 

The merman held onto the metal for as long as possible, and you listened to the gut-wrenching sound of something breaking before he finally let go, the splashing of water dying down. The floor never fully closed, leaving a small gap not even your hand would fit through. Still, you were unsure if the merman succeeded in the end by breaking the mechanical device or if it had been his fingers that broke from the pressure. You wished you didn't have to find out. 

Sinking to your bottom, you took deep breaths, calming yourself. Heart racing and head spinning from the lack of a constant airflow, you watched the water, terror, and anticipation mingling. If the floor broke, it would at least delay your second encounter with this creature for a while. But if not, you'd have given it one more reason to be angry. You watched as his dark shadow—no, body moved through the water, his movements agitated, restless. All you felt was misery, knowing you were causing this distress to him again.

You still had no clue which one of the three it was, although the body was too large to be the smallest of the three "Lyr". Due to the experiments, he had lost a significant amount of body weight and muscles, as well as his mental stability. They would have put him down had you not freed them, as he became a risk quickly. You thought you were doing them a favor by saving them, but you had no idea if Lyr ever made it out in the wild. Judging by the quick thinking and the strength of the orca roaming below you, it was more likely to be either "Nerrocan" or "Krill". Their names were burned into your mind like silent reminders of your biggest mistake and greatest accomplishment alike. 

But the secret was quickly revealed when the merman finally seemed to calm down, swimming out into the back of the room for a moment and giving you time to collect yourself, too. You were still sitting on your ass, none the wiser, when you noticed black and white hairs emerging from further down the pool, slowly, cautiously drifting back towards you. As if on the prowl.

Surely he was waiting for another chance to wreck the floor open and try to escape. There was no reason for this creature not to be out to harm you, and you were such an easy prey, caught in this room with him. Your death wouldn't be mourned, but you also couldn't help pitying this merman, not knowing that your death would probably be his, too. Soldiers wouldn't hesitate to shoot something that was stronger, more deadly, and had too much freedom if they had to, even if it was a valuable species to study. You wondered which merman it was, and feeling a little safer with the floor closed, you leaned forward, trying to make it out.

The most brilliant of red spied out of the water the moment you looked down at it. Unmistakably, like polished rubies, these eyes followed your every move. You watched your own muscles tense and the horror in your expression as you realized which of the three mermen it was before you saw your own gaze fill with sadness in his eyes.

Krill.

The reason you risked everything.

His brows furrowed, then lifted as if surprised, too, although his body stayed submerged, tense and ready to act. There was no way he'd remember you, was there? Despite your doubts, you raised a hand, giving him a silly little wave before addressing him directly. 

"Hello… again."

He said nothing, and you realized he must have forgotten you. It was better that way for now… even if it stung after all you did to help him. 

Holding onto the wall, you got back on your feet, not wanting to be such an easy target and so close to him. He could try something again, and you'd be at a disadvantage if you couldn't even walk. "I'm sure it's uncomfortable, but I need you out of the water for a while. You remember it, right?"

You held your palm above the button that would activate The Fisher, a machine that could detect and catch unwilling mermaids by itself. But you were still close to the opening, so any reassurance from the merman would have been nice to have.

"Go ahead, open that gate again. See where that gets you," Krill threatened, and you believed him. His brows furrowed, teeth gnashing as his anger returned, and you had to realize that he was no longer like the sweet merman you once cared for. Sure, he had been drugged and broken into submission back then, but he had still treated you somewhat kindly, gifting you rocks and following you around the enclosure like a lost puppy. If you didn't know it better, you two had been somewhat close back then, having come to an understanding despite your differences. That was not the case anymore, you could see it.

"You'll see, I'll get out of here, and you'll regret capturing me again."

That hurt. It hadn't been your choice. If it had been your choice, you'd have helped all those poor souls confined inside this facility, making sure that neither merfolk nor humans suffered the consequences of the greed of some rich people. But you had no choice in this matter. You never had. 

Pressing the button, you stepped aside so The Fisher could do its wonder. You didn't want to, but you had to. Didn't want to put him through the same torture again at your hands. But Krill had been foolish enough to get captured again, and you were foolish enough to still hold on to the hope that you could make a change in your life if you obeyed. This time, the machine parting the floor stuttered, and although The Fisher descended from the ceiling, it couldn't open. 

"You are a fool if you think you can capture me with that. Force me to play your little games again, Human!"

Even though you tried to ignore him, it was hard when Krill paced around the opening, taunting you. You had to watch the machines work and fail as the floor was stuck. The Fisher was unable to move as it detected the closed floor, and you wondered how you would proceed if the location became unsuitable to work with. 

With a loud crash, Krill threw himself against the floor, and you gasped as a wave of cold water splashed over you. As you sputtered, you heard the floor grating, the sound painful to both of you, evident by Krill trying to escape it by dropping below the water. But with the sudden opening appearing, the metal claws of The Fisher snapped forward, scanning and detecting where they had to go. 

Until you saw it with your own eyes, you could have never believed such a flimsy-looking machine could restrain the apex predator of the sea, effortlessly capturing him by his wrist, neck, and the space between his fin and tail. Sure, he could throw his weight around despite being restricted, but there was little he could do to hurt you unless he broke free. However, no mermaid ever broke free from The Fisher in your years of working here. It was that effective.

You watched as The Fischer pulled Krill out of the water, shiny droplets of wet falling off of him, elevating every muscle, every toned ab on his belly. He was glistening in the unnatural lightening of the laboratory like a precious gem, and your heart clenched with sadness, knowing there was nothing you could do for this beautiful creature. You had to cover your ears as he began shrieking and cursing, most of it in a language that you never bothered to learn as you'd be incapable of ever speaking it. Siren was more of a singing rather than talking in the first place, and though you liked to sing to yourself, you'd never learn it on a level that could match the skill that his language required.

As you watched him, the first thing you noticed was his size. He had grown, although the rough weight and measurements would be taken by the machine holding him in place. The time in the ocean seemed to have done wonders for him. His fins were intact, and the tag on his tail was blinking despite being such an old model. Since then, there must have been at least seven upgrades over the years, and you'd be responsible for changing it eventually.

Once he was dragged onto the research area, he finally seemed to calm down a little, although he glared at you, fury revealing in his eyes. The Fischer restricted his head movement, but his willpower remained. "You are truly the worst," he sneered. "First, you let us go, then you capture us again. What do you think we are? Your little playthings? Is it fun to mangle us? You enjoy this?"

Testing his strength against the shackles, Krill twisted and turned in the hold, but you tried not to give his words too much attention. He was different from how he was years ago, and you had to say goodbye to the semi-good relationship you two had before, the precious image you had held onto of him. Both of you were fighting for survival, as pitiful as it was, and you had a crapload of tests to run before they'd let you get away from him and pity his fate and yourself. 

With new-found confidence as you watched him rendered immobilized, you returned to the fridge, luckily not encountering any more poor attempts at making life hard for you as you opened the drawers full of tranquilizers. There was yet one to be found that could entirely knock out these creatures, but they had a significant calming effect. And—as you hoped—pain-relieving. Because there were a lot of things you had to do to him that wouldn't be easy for both of you. 

Gathering the tranquilizer shots, various test tubes, tools, and your to-do list on a tray, you carried it over to a table closer to him, taking deep breaths to brace yourself. You were tense, your fingers growing numb from anxiety. You had been assigned to the labs for most of the years, rarely encountering a merman again after what you did. And although you trained for this, the thoughts of hurting him were twisting your stomach. 

"You might think it's fun for us humans, but I wonder what you were thinking coming back here. Maybe you enjoyed the treatment more than you let on, hm?"

Your voice was feeble, even when you tried to act superior. Bantering wouldn't magically develop a relationship between you two, but you couldn't endure the silence when no one spoke. It felt wrong—like he was going to attack you again any second. You needed to keep yourself anchored to reality, or you might have fainted. After everything you went through, you couldn't remember the confidence you had to allow yourself to do something as drastic as release three orcas from a highly secured facility like this. A shame, really. You deserved confidence as you were one of the best, after all. 

Even if you couldn't let him know, you still felt anxious about something happening. You returned to the original counters, providing you with everything you needed, put on new gloves after wiping your still-wet face from being splashed with a towel, and proceeded with a mask and apron to achieve even the smallest amount of cleanliness. You'd be unable not to hurt him at the end of this session, but you at least wanted to avoid him dying from sepsis as well as getting his blood all over yourself. 

"I do not," he snapped, watching as you prepared everything, seemingly having given up fighting the machine but not you. "I came back for Nerrocan."

"Huh…" you mumbled, intrigued by this information. So it was Nerrocan who came back here, not Lyr. Interesting. "Risking it all for your cousin?" you asked, and his eyes narrowed.

"I see you still remember us," he snarled, his lips parting in a cocky grin, but it didn't reach his eyes. Krill looked… uncomfortable almost. You couldn't blame him. This all must have been beyond uncomfortable for the merman. 

"And you, me."

Silence befell you two again as you picked up the tranquilizer, wrapping your hand around the container, surprised when you realized what you were doing. It had been so long that you thought you wouldn't remember your old habits. You used to always warm the drugs so they wouldn't be so bitterly cold when applied on the mermaids. 

Krill flapped his fin despite being restricted, and you looked up at him, catching a glimpse of worry as he looked at the syringe in your hand. "Ran out of the good stuff, eh? I remember it being purple, not that icky color," he mocked, but he didn't sound as confident anymore as he was before. 

"Should have come earlier if you wanted that. I heard this one has interesting side-effects when applied."

Rounding the table, you noticed his fin flap again pitifully, almost making you hesitate. He seemed nervous, muscles spasming in the tension of his restrictions. Stepping up to his hips, you felt his eyes follow your every step, almost making you feel reminiscent of the past. You took the integrated step upwards at the side of the research station, effectively standing above him now to see better. Everything was perfectly laid out so that your work could be done effectively. That's how you had to see it, too. This was work, nothing personal.

"You don't have to do this," Krill suddenly said, unusually calm but determined. "You're not a bad person, you saved us before."

This time, you did look directly at him, giving him your full attention for a few seconds of silence. His gaze didn't waver, didn't move away. He meant what he said. At least, that's what you were supposed to believe. Sirens were prone to lying to get what they wanted, and Krill did not want the drug in your hands, warmed up by your palm wrapped around it. But it wouldn't stop you. You gulped, inhaling deeply. It couldn't stop you.

"And now I have to save myself. Please hold still so I don't hurt you."

Diverting your attention back to his hips, you drove your hands along the slick surface of his body, trying to find any space capable of being squeezed. He jerked once when you touched him, trying to get away but ultimately pressing his hips up into your palm. Eventually, you found a soft spot, pinching the skin between your fingers. Krill shuddered, his body twisting, but The Fischer kept it in place. You'd be safe, even if you hated yourself for doing what you had to. 

The syringe punctured his flesh with only a bit of resistance, and you injected the liquid tranquilizer quickly, stepping away when you were done to watch what would happen. The medication used to be a fickle thing, sometimes agitating, sometimes drugging the mermaids out of their minds. But it usually took a while before it worked. Not this version, though. So many things changed since the last time you worked with the mermaids. But it was cruel all the same.

You listened to Krill groan in pain and relief at the same time. Pressure built, his body twisting and arching, with his spine bending uncomfortably for you as the drug spread throughout him before every muscle seemed to suddenly give out, relaxing him completely and making his body sack in his holds almost lifelessly. Worried, you stepped closer, searching for a pulse. It wasn't for another half a minute before you noticed the even rise and fall of his chest, his gills flaring even though he wasn't using them. The seemingly calm state of the merman made you bolder, although the fear of him faking something never subsided. You walked up to his face, staring into the clouded rubies of his eyes, surprised to find them moving around still, searching for something or someone, despite being slower, less alert than before. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered, unsure if he could even hear you, but you felt terrible seeing what you did to him. Even if he was a creature that wouldn't hesitate to kill you, he didn't deserve to go through what the facility wanted him to. Reaching up, you brushed the hair out of his face, the strands gently gliding through your fingers without any resistance, almost as if they were a liquid defying all the physics you knew. 

Even after all this time, you remembered he used to have longer hair. It used to float above the water, coating it in strings of glossy silk. But now he sported a wolf cut that fitted him just as well. Part of his hair had turned white, with only the top remaining in the same black you were used to. You wondered if it was because of the experiments or just a natural change of color over the years when his head suddenly turned, his cheek feeling heavy as he rested it in your palm. Krill seemed as unaware of his actions as he should be after being forced into surrender by the drug, but it seemed to make the forgotten part of him that felt safe with you submerge again, the feeling almost the same as from the past. You quickly caught yourself falling back into thoughts of things long gone and got to work, cutting off both black and white strands with small scissors, hoping it wouldn't suddenly agitate him. But Krill remained unresponsive, and you pushed away your guilt to quickly store your samples.

Focusing your mind on your work, as there was so much to do, and you didn't want him to recover his strength before you had completed most of the preparations you had to make. You measured and cut down his claws, trying your best not to cause any harm to him and quickly storing the talons for further research. The size of his hands was massive, and you marveled at their humanness for a moment, driving your finger gently over the ridges and joints. Unfortunately, as expected, some of his fingertips were broken, smashed by the struggle with the floor grates. You wanted to clean and wrap them securely. But when Krill let out a long sigh, sounding almost pained just by your touching his hands, you immediately stopped, fearing his wrath upon regaining mobility.

You did further measurements on smaller areas like his hands and fins, everything that could be deducted more thoroughly by hand than by machine. Every time you came around to his head, you looked into his eyes, the guilt threatening to wash over you when they locked with yours, steadfast despite him being out of it, so you quickly moved on. 

While you were at it, you connected his chip to a reader, interested in the data that could be found on it, and removed the jewelry that hung from his body. It would only be a hindrance to your experiments, and perhaps remnants on the metal could determine where the merman was originally from. However, the weight of some of the decorations he had prided himself with—like his necklace of teeth—weighed so much that you needed to drag them over the floor, wondering how this could be efficient for a predator.

"So far, so good," you mumbled as you let the program run its course, wiping off some sweat from your forehead with your sleeve and looking at the situation for a moment. It had been too long, you couldn't really remember the exact procedure to which you should have stuck, but instead of giving your to-do list the attention to find out, your eyes fixated on something else—scars. Albeit not uncommon, there were a lot more now than you remembered, and you raised a hand to his tail, sliding your fingers over the scarred tissue, putting slight pressure on it.

Krill's body jerked immediately, and you jumped back from him, observing the merman. His head rolled forward in the restraints, tired eyes searching for you but unable to focus. 

"Not there… touch..." His speech was slurred, another effect of the new drug, but you couldn't help but smile faintly at him, seeing how he still resisted. 

"I need to count them," you explained, hoping it would soothe his mind. If he could understand it. You couldn't be sure it had any effect, but if you were in his position, you would have wanted to be told what was going on, you thought. "It won't hurt, I promise."

Measuring tape in hand, you placed your clipboard with an empty page on top of his body, moving from his fin slowly upwards and jotting down your findings. There were a lot of prominent scars standing out from his body markings, but even more smaller ones barely visible. It felt quite intimate to search his body so thoroughly, but it had to be done. Krill moved pitifully against and into your touch as if unsure where to go and unable to understand what was happening. Even if it made you lose your balance a few times, you let him, feeling bad for all you were doing. It was the slightest bit of freedom you could give him without risking your own head.

By the time you reached his chest, some clarity had returned to his eyes, and he couldn't control the sounds coming from him. You tried not to agitate him with pressure and touch, but you had to do your work. An arrangement of chirps and sighs, some grunts, and nervous jittering rang out, echoing through the rooms. Deep breaths pushed his chest out, and sighs bordering on moans shivered through his whole body. But you were content as long as he didn't throw his weight around and push you off the step and into your medical equipment. 

"Must you be so thorough," he slurred as you examined his chest, following the curve of his pectoral muscles with your fingers. You looked up at him, his head crooked to the side, still too heavy to hold up on his own despite the metal neck brace, but his eyes were clearer now, following you more intensely. 

"I have to, I'm sorry. I don't want it to be uncomfortable, but I have to document them."

Writing down your finds on your clipboard, you must have pressed it down a bit too hard on his chest because Krill's head fell back, a long groan escaping him, back arching again. "Sorry…" you repeated, the guilt beginning to eat you up, but he only rolled his head in the restraint. 

"No…" he muttered. "Not uncomfortable... I feel weird. It's hot. Make it stop."

You were unsure what to do, but there were only a few more scars before you'd have to move on to his arms and, eventually, his backside. You wanted to at least get the chest ones down before you would have to give him another shot of tranquilizer, as Krill was growing more restless every time you touched him. You wished the examination could have stopped there. That you could have released him and put him back into the cold wet, but you needed to finish this. Even when he started gnashing his teeth and twisting in his restraints again.

"What are you doing?!" he suddenly snapped, much more coherent than before, his head jerking forward, ruby-red eyes glowering at you. You tried not to let it get to you, tried to make it quick so he wouldn't have to suffer, but Krill wouldn't let it go. 

"Stop it!" he demanded as you inspected another small scar around his nipple. It was barely visible against the lighter-toned skin there, but you found it, grazing over the nub a few times while working out the details of the scar you needed. Krill was getting more aggressive with his protests, lashing out at you while many different kinds of sounds escaped him, and it was almost amusing to think that it was because of your touch. You couldn't help spreading your palm over his nipple once, letting the elastic of your gloves weigh down and rub over it, causing every muscle in his body to harden instantly. You shouldn't have abused this situation like this, but seeing him react so sharply, his breath coming out in a drawn-out hiss, was somewhat a relief. Knowing it wasn't all terrible, all cruel and painful. But you caught a grip on yourself quickly, working efficiently until you could finally step away once you had found every last scar on his chest.

"All done," you assured him, unable to keep yourself from grinning a little as he let out a strained but haughty hmpf. He was almost back to his new normal, which made you glad. The drug was awful, but it was good to know he wouldn't be broken down this easily. Your back was turned for only a second when you heard him rattling in his restraints, more clear in his mind again as it seemed. It caused you to want to tease him a little.

"I liked it better when you were quiet, Krill. You didn't react to every one of my touches as if I was trying to seduce you."

"How dare you! I can't believe I am back here with you as if you are…" The word seemed to elude him as he bit his tongue, and you turned to look at his face, so much tension in his expression that you thought he was going to burst. Krill wasn't looking at you for once, focusing on his own body. Walking up to him again, his gaze shifted from straight down back to you, a spark of something you couldn't pinpoint washing over him. Insecurity? Fear? No way. 

"Don't come closer again!" he hissed, tossing a bit more in his restraints, and you stopped in your tracks, subconsciously listening to him like an idiot. But Krill wasn't being malicious; something was wrong. Even though you two weren't on friendly terms, you could tell something was off. His gills were flared, pupils blown wide open. He looked mostly like the monster you had to believe he was, but there was a sense of panic that an apex predator shouldn't ever display unless something terrible was happening to them. And you couldn't ignore it, or him for that matter.

"Hey!" you called out, hoping your voice could ground him from whatever he was going through. Stepping closer despite his body thrashing wasn't easy. You had to be careful, but you weren't heartless enough to leave him to his own demons after you caused them. The drug could have had hallucinogenics, which would not only have put you in danger but Krill too. You needed him if you ever wanted to regain some recognition or freedom in this place, and he needed you since you were probably the only person in the whole facility who would do anything to make the experiments at least a bit more humane. You couldn't abandon him like this after all he's been through.

Instead of putting yourself at risk of being thrown across the room by Krill accidentally slamming his body into you, you stepped up to his head instead, waiting for the moment that you could grab onto him and hold on with all your strength. You expected a struggle that would leave both of you wounded, but the moment your hands clasped around his face, Krill went rigid, suspiciously still. Another wave of fear overcame you, your instincts telling you this was wrong, but you tried your best to stay strong for both of you. "Shh, shh," you mumbled, calming him, and finally, the strength in his neck gave way, and his head fell back. 

You two stared at each other for some silent seconds, and you rubbed your thumb over his cheek comfortingly. "It's all your fault," he uttered, exhaustion washing over his expression. You couldn't blame him for feeling this way, and you made sure his hair wouldn't sting his eyes by swiping it out of his face gently, still shushing him like a parent would to their child. He looked like he was in severe pain, as if he felt fear for the first time in his life. You couldn't believe it was true, but you felt heartbroken for him all the same. Even if he was called a monster, even if he was a killer and a creature or an animal. Even if he wasn't like you, he didn't deserve any of this. 

"Why are you doing this to me again?" he asked, his voice cracking as a wave of sadness washed over his expression. You had never seen a mermaid actively being sad. Angry, panicked, drugged, yes. But sad? You didn't even think that was possible. What could you do to soothe this whale of a man to the point that you weren't suffering the consequences of other people's decisions? Nothing came to mind, and it was awful.

"I haven't done anything yet, just precautions," you assured him. "You're okay, you're safe. I can't change what I have to do, but I promise I'll try to make it as painless as possible. I–"

"No," Krill interrupted you. "Not that. Not the experiments. This." 

You heard the restraints rattle, causing you to look up at his hand, his cut-down, broken claw pointing downward at his body. You halted your comforting, leaving your palms on his cheeks while looking at Krill with a confused look before you stepped away, fully aware that he looked after you, even forcing his head forward again to watch what you were doing as you stepped around him. 

A loud gasp escaped you as you watched the tip of his cock exit from its slit. The moment your attention was on it, it shot out inch by inch until its massive size stood proudly, pulsing and jerking above his hips, having emerged fully within seconds of horror and amazement. A glistening drop of pre-cum collected at the tip as you stared at the massive erection, the bubble popping and spilling onto his chest as you watched it, unable to look away.

"I tried to forget," Krill lamented from behind you, his body sacking in the machine holding him up before tensing and straining again, a pained groan escaping him while his cock flopping in the air, unbothered by its owner's distress. It only produced more pre-cum and jerked ever so often, the shaft pulsing with need. 

"I wanted to forget you so badly."

You forced yourself to look away from his cock, and Krill let out a brief trill in response, sounding almost disappointed. But he didn't shy away from your eyes, gazing at you, defeated and a little… desperate. 

"Help. Me," he breathed, and you let out your own shuddering breath at his request. You only ever wanted to tease him. You didn't want to cause any pain or suffering, especially not the sexual kind. It was unheard of that the drug caused the mermaids to act this way. But you were about to learn what caused this.

"Why me?" you whispered, knowing now he could hear you. 

"Because I remember every touch of you. Every moment we spent together. Every little piece of memory we made in this godsforsaken place, and I need you. I already feel like I'm losing my mind, and I can't take it anymore. At least take responsibility for what you're doing, this is your fault."

"Krill…"

"It's useful for you, isn't it?" he suddenly changed his tune. He looked angry, but the twisted desperation was unconcealable. "My seed. You can have it. Take it all if you must as long as you do something." 

His words were followed by a groan, sounding in so much pain, and you watched his cock jerk, hips lifting, trying to reach an unavailable source of comfort, a connection to something that wasn't there. "Fuck, I held it back for so long. You and your shitty drugs! I had it under control! I didn't need you at all—didn't even think of you!"

Another long howl escaped him, head rolling from one side to another. He looked completely out of his mind when his gaze fixed on you again, needy and desperate. You had no way to find out if it was because of the drugs, and that worried you. 

"I lied," he confessed, his breath leaving him ominously. His admission was completely out of character for a creature like him, which took you aback, but when Krill looked back at you, there was a different kind of determination in his eyes. A savage one—mad even. You wanted to run away, far, far away from him, but his eyes, full of drugged madness and terrifying adoration, didn't let you act on your whims. As if he hypnotized you.

"I thought about you constantly. You were always on my mind. I thought about coming back so many times, but I couldn't leave the others. But now they don't need me anymore, and I have you back. You're the only one left for me, please. Please help me. Help me, my mate."

His voice was sugary sweet as he pleaded with you, your heart skipping a beat when you watched this destructive, dangerous creature reduced to a begging mess. It wasn't what you wanted for him, and you didn't want the kind of control he was hovering over your head. But you felt the heat spreading throughout your whole body as he called you his.

"We're not mates," you tried to deny it, shaking your head, the implications too severe. "That's the drugs speaking."

"Gods," he groaned loudly, licking his lips as his eyes scanned over your body. "I wish they were."

His hips jerked again, impatient and in desperate need of release. If you were truly mates, that would be bad. It would be an instant invitation to be locked in this facility forever until you passed away. If anyone happened to check on you, seeing the state Krill was in, they'd assume the worst, delighted by these new possibilities. You had to find a solution before that. 

"Fuck," you muttered, and Krill groaned in agreement. "We're not mates!" you insisted, moving towards his side again. This was absolutely bonkers, but every touch seemed to send him further down the spiral—and so were you, even though you refused to admit it.

"This is strictly professional."

"It's whatever," he rejoiced when he felt your hands back on his chest, a little too happy about this smithereens of body contact for it to be just because of the drugs. "Help me, mate."

"Do me a favor," you asked, rolling your shoulders and readying yourself for what you had to do. You couldn't believe you were going to do it; jerking off a merman was definitely not in your job description. But if it would help with not being confined for all eternity as a pathetic mating buddy, then you had no choice. You just needed the push to actually do it.

"Say 'please' again."

Krill's lips parted in a disturbingly wide grin, red rubies sparkling as he looked at you, filled with a sickening hope and adoration that made you shudder.

"Please."

[applejusue]

violet kiramman ─── marine encounters #001

Everyone knows you shouldn't dive alone, but the shallow waters and promise of photos with the sea life were too good to pass up. You'd swim around, snap some shots, and paddle back to the surface. The last thing you expected was to have an encounter with an orca.

◟`# cw: orca!vi, killer whale, size difference, injured!vi, water pollution, deep waters, near-drowning, comfort, fluff

marine encounters | arcane masterlist . . .

The warm sand scuttled against your feet as you trudged down the beach, the rising sun just beginning to coat your scuba suit. The beach was desolate other than some young lovers who'd clearly spent the night there. You made your way down to the shallow rocks, adjusting your tank and sliding your mask up onto your face. The weather was as good as it would get today, a little bit of clouds but mainly smooth waters and an empty coast.

You knew you were taking a risk going out alone, but nobody else from the local team was free today. Trained as a lifeguard, you knew that diving alone was the last thing you'd recommend someone to do, but curiosity will do what it may. You tugged your mask down, adjusting the mouth guard before you dived off one of the rocks. For the first few minutes you simply swam along the surface to preserve your air since you'd only get an hour and a half of water time. The plan wasn't to go too far, maybe thirty feet or so, just long enough to get some photos for study.

With your compact camera around your neck, you dived deeper, legs kicking gently as you adjusted to the lukewarm water. You'd always loved the ocean; the vastness was intimidating, sure, but the beauty outweighed any anxieties. You swam along the soft coral, snapping pictures of sea pickles and parrotfish that tickled your arms. You followed some of them around, taking in all the vibrant patterns and fins that fluttered around you. As you swam along the seabed, you noticed something else, a tanked ship.

Approaching the old wreckage, it was a 2000s Sylvan, rusted over and lodged into the ocean floor. It dug into bundles of coral and reeds, small decorator-crabs twindling between the motors, munching on algae. You frowned, swimming closer and taking some more photos to show to the local beach team. It didn't seem like a wreckage, as the boat was still in good condition. It must've been motor damage or heavy currents that dragged her under. It didn't seem like there were any fatalities, at least.

You hovered in the water by the boat, fiddling with your camera settings and scrolling back through all of your photos. All of them were quite stunning, even if the focus wasn't great on images. As you flicked through the ones of the shipwreck, your blood ran colder as you got a glimpse of a black and white tail near the back of the boat. Your heart raced faster, but you didn't dare start moving just yet.

Better trained on shark encounters than whales, you weren't entirely familiar with an encounter with an orca. Very slowly and gingerly you began to swim backward, keeping a safe distance from the boat. You could see it now, that large tail that was fluttering from around the side of the sailboat, but remained calm in the water. When it came to any large mammal like this, thrashing was the worst thing you could do. Once at a great enough distance you felt confident enough to turn and swim off, but then you paid more attention to the sounds.

Loud, piercing whistles that fluttered through the water and cut through your mask. They were quite vocal creatures, but this amount of noise in quick succession signaled that something else was happening. Against your better judgment you paused, gliding around in the water to get a better look while still keeping your distance from the killer whale.

There was a faint red tinge to the water surrounding, and for a moment your heart dropped. But then, you noticed that the orca had a half-broken harpoon pierced straight through the tail, tangled up tightly by fishing wire and netting. The creature rubbed itself up along the boat-wreck, likely trying to free itself.

That's when you saw it, or rather, you saw her.

The orca had a human upper body, sort of. She was covered in gills, black and white splotches that coated a muscular body. Along her spine was a smaller pointed dorsal fin, and her chest was littered with scars and punctures likely from hooks and territorial disputes. Oh, and she's twice the size of you. Her upper arms were also entangled in the fishing wire, body language punctuating her frustration and distress as she shimmied against the boat remains in an effort to free herself.

For a moment or two, you just floated wide eyed. Your jaw would be on the floor if it wasn't hooked to your breathing tube, and you were too shocked to even lift your camera. Sure, you knew about mermaids and all the sorts, and you weren't the type of adult to deny any sea life considering how much of the ocean was unexplored. But to see one? A half person half whale of all things, it was difficult to process. She was massive, and incredibly intimidating.

You still had about a half hours worth of air left in the tank, and you were torn. Sure, wild mammals like nurse sharks and other sea life you're not meant to interact with to prevent them growing familiar with humans. But what about an injured person? Because technically she was half that too, if she even knew that. You had no idea what you were up against, and could already spot bared teeth and a maw the size of your shoulder. Your anxiety was palpable, and she soon made that decision for you.

Her big jet black eyes stared right through you, and it was way too late to swim away now. Any sudden moves and she might startle, or worse. The orca pushed away from the boat, swimming toward you with strong, smooth glides and beginning to circle around you. It should've been scary, and if it was a regular orca it might've been but you could tell that she was just curious, like you were. Her stress was still perceptible, so you made great efforts to stay as calm and slow moving as possible.

Now that her large form was up closer to you, you got a better look at her. She had murky, muscle ridden skin that was thickened from the coarse ocean waters. Gills glittered along her neck, and beneath her eyes were darkened blotches that seemed like squid ink. You presumed she used it for sun protection when breaching, or perhaps it was more of an appearance thing. She was fascinating.

Her tail though, vast and powerful was truly suffering. You could see the way she was trying to intimidate you with long thrusts of the water, but each one clearly made her fins twitch. The blood still pulsed through the water, the rusted fishing hook appeared like it'd been pieced through her for some time now. No wonder she was so stressed, the bleeding putting her in an exposing position that would alert both potential predators and prey. It also didn't help that her arms were still constricted with fishnets.

You managed to catch her face when she stopped before you, looking down and still very much doubling you with her length. She had a scar along her upper lip and through her brow, skin dulled from the coastal waters and salt. Dark wet hair floating around her jaw and the back of her neck, allowing her easier camouflage in the lower depths. She was beautiful, in an oceanic way, and you were fascinated. Her eyes sparkled, glistening with a mixture of fear, stress and undeniable curiosity. The large orca tested the waters, pushing you back gingerly with her tail.

She was investigating you, and you let your body go pliable so she could push you around through the water. It seemed to amuse the stressed orca, a small funny shaped thing to play with dark blubbery skin. She continued to circle you, a mixture of whistles and playful clicks that almost had you smiling. After a few minutes of gentle play and letting you get used to her, you tried something new. You swam a little closer, slowly of course.

The large mammal froze at your approach, staring down at you with big eyes but not necessarily backing down either. You knew not to sneak up on a predator animal from the back, so instead you floated near her side, gazing along the misplaced areas of her tail. You avoided the hook for now, that was too far. Instead you decided to start at her torso, very carefully beginning to unravel the mess of fish wiring and net that she'd caught herself in. She writhed uncomfortably at first, but when you managed to free her she all but split through the water.

With her muscular arms now unrestricted she rips the net from her tail, freeing her body and flushing around through the water with pleased echoes and whistles. It made you dizzy watching her whirl around you, but it was obvious how relived she was from the discomfort of being restrained that way. You expected that the large creature would handle the harpoon herself now that she was free, but instead she looks to you. You're pushed back gently against as she swims to you, pressing her big head to your shoulder and nudging you around. You weren't so sure if this was a good idea, but it seemed like she wanted you to do it.

Her large tail swung toward you and you flinched back, but nothing made contact. Instead she was floating bent, her tail pushing up to you and her face leering back over her shoulder with big nervous eyes. You took a deep breath, bubbles filtering the water as you gently rested an unsteady palm against her tail. It shifted under your touch, but she made no moves to stop you just yet. Observing the old hook, it was lodged deep and you could only imagine how painful it must be whenever she tried to swim.

You rubbed along the side of her tail soothingly with one hand, while the other wrapped itself around the fish hook. She looks away from you, braced like she knows exactly what about to happen. You take a deep breath, counting down from three before──

Her tail thrashes, batting you backward with whistles of pain as the harpoon is ripped out. You'd expected this level of panic, but her tail thrusts you in the face, smacking away your scuba mask and sending a flurry of pain and panic through your form. You thrash through the water, anxiously foundering as you attempt to swim upward. Water floods your eyes, pouring down your throat and all caution was thrown to the wind as you tried to push yourself up to the surface. At now forty feet deep though, you'd accepted that it was likely a futile effort.

Before you your fate could be sealed as another idiotic scuba diver that bit off more than she could handle, you felt two large arms circled your entire torso. You were pressed against cool, tough skin and rapidly propelled upward through the heavy waters. You breach the current with a gasp, spluttering out water as you finally make contact with the air. The grip around you disappears, and you manage to will your stinging eyes to open. You can barely see the coastline, and you knew for a fact you wouldn't have enough energy for the swim back. You'd likely have to float, but at this far of a depth you grew more anxious, frantically glancing down at the abyss. Would she breach? Or would some other predator tear you down before you'd even get to have lunch?

Feeling around your neck in an effort to calm your racing heart, you found it empty. Shit, the camera. It was likely knocked down with you when her tail hit your face, cheeks still stinging red though you knew it was an accident. You see a shadow from below, rising from the murky water and your heart flutters once again. But then her head pops up in front of you, two big black eyes staring up at you and her ink black hair sticking to her skin. Her arms encompassed you again, your lower body pressed to her firm torso as the water hums against your back. She whistles happily, gratefully squeezing you just a little too tight. When she pulls back though, you notice that she continues to stare curiously for a moment or two. You realise it's because she was now seeing your face for the first time, realising that you looked a little like her.

The orca seemed to take into account that you'd lost your funny mask, and in a swift moment she dove back beneath the waves, tail splashing you back in the process. Vi dives deeper, finding your mask resting along the ocean floor and scooping it up. Her head tilts curiously as she notices a little glow, finding another small device with a picture of the nearby boat. Presuming it is a treasure of yours, she collects that too and travels swiftly back to the air where she can see your kicking legs.

The current lapped at you angrily, clearly having gotten stronger whilst you were on the seafloor. When the orca breaches again she ushered what was left of your mask into your palm, and your eyes widened as you noticed your camera too that was somehow still functional. Assertive girl. You were so enthralled by her, and thankful too that she'd been surprisingly friendly this far. She kept bumping and rubbing you playfully, her large head bigger wider than your shoulders. The large mammal seemed to sense your unease and exhaustion, the way the waves shoved you around with ease.

Vi glanced down at your little legs, tilting her head with interest. They didn't seem to do much. You were like a little fish with no tail or fins like her, and she was confused on how you'd even gotten out here in the first place. She pushes closer, grabbing onto you again. You barely had a moment to even latch on before she began to propel through the water, swimming rapidly just along the surface. You clutched to her desperately, fingers digging into her thick skin and arms tight around her large back. You hid your face away against her damp chest in an effort to avoid the water spray from her swift movements.

After a few minutes of swimming that would probably have taken you at least half an hour, you were back at the shore. She proudly dumped you onto the muddy sand with the all the grace of a whale. The sand stuck to every inch of you, but you weren't exactly complaining about being back on dry land. She hung gingerly by the shallows, tail flicking playfully. It was cute, but worrying. This was the exact reason you never approached wild marine life directly, knowing that if someone had taken a swing at her before it certainly wouldn't be the last time. You waved back through the shallow waters, just far enough to be near her again.

"Thank you.. but you have to go back now, it's not safe here.."

Her eyes were dark and dilated, yet despite the language barrier between you it seemed she was aware of your warnings. She glanced toward the empty beach, one she often did see packed with scary people wearing white face paint and big hats. The last time that her curiosity had over taken around a large group of people, she'd been speared. The orca brushes up against your legs, large maw mouthing at your stomach in a way that was so ticklish. You giggled, stumbling back and falling back onto your ass in the sandy water. You pushed her away with gentle exasperation, but she followed over top.

Once again you were very much reminded that she was double your size, her large weighted torso and tail holding you effectively down to the sand, your head tilted up to keep you above water. Your cheeks were rosy, wet skin sticking to each other as she simply observed you curiously. Gently reaching a hesitant finger up, you patted the side of her soaked hair and traced that small Ⅵ on her cheekbone. The two of you were still, water dripping down onto you from her hair and her eyes staring with no ounce of shame. However, the sound of a sharp whistle from the local lifeguard had her quick to leap back into the water, leaving you half drenched, covered in sand, and a flustered mess with a potential domesticated nightmare on your hands.

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The reaction of the Pro-Heroes to their soulmate is a villainess:

All Might (Toshinori Yagi):

All Might, the Symbol of Peace, would be stunned to learn his soulmate is a villainess. His entire life revolves around upholding justice and inspiring hope, so this revelation would shake his worldview. However, his optimism and belief in redemption would drive him to see this as a challenge to overcome rather than a tragedy.

He'd feel a pang of disbelief and guilt, questioning how someone destined for him could be on the opposite side of his ideals. He'd wonder if he failed in some way as a hero to prevent her fall into villainy.

The soulmate bond would create a deep empathy, making him feel her pain or motivations, which would conflict with his duty to stop her. He'd grapple with the urge to save her versus his responsibility to protect society.

All Might would approach her cautiously, trying to understand her reasons for becoming a villainess. He'd attempt to reach her heart with his trademark compassion, believing she could change. If she's unrepentant, he'd fight her with resolve but hold back, unable to fully harm his soulmate.

"Even if you're lost in darkness, I’ll be the light to guide you back!"

He'd dedicate himself to redeeming her, even if it takes years, refusing to give up on his soulmate. If redemption isn't possible, he'd carry the burden of their bond quietly, never fully letting go of hope.

Aizawa Shota (Eraser Head):

Aizawa, with his logical and no-nonsense demeanor, would initially suppress any emotional reaction to discovering his soulmate is a villainess. He'd view the situation through a lens of duty and rationality, but the soulmate bond would stir a rare sense of personal conflict beneath his calm exterior.

"Of course my soulmate would be this complicated..."

He'd accept the bond as a fact but not let it cloud his judgment. He'd immediately start analyzing her actions, motives, and weaknesses as a villainess.

Aizawa's protective nature would make him feel a reluctant pull toward her, especially if he senses she's a product of circumstance rather than pure malice. However, his distrust of villains and loyalty to his students would make him wary of letting the bond influence him. He'd hate how it makes him question his usual black-and-white perspective.

Aizawa would confront her directly, using his Quirk to neutralize her if needed, but he'd try to talk first. He'd ask pointed questions to understand why she chose villainy, looking for any sign of remorse or potential for change. His approach would be blunt.

"You’re my soulmate, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you hurt anyone."

If she’s manipulative, he’d stay guarded, refusing to fall for emotional ploys. Aizawa would keep tabs on her, torn between his duty to stop her and the faint hope she could be saved. He’d never admit it, but he’d feel a quiet ache for what could have been. If she showed signs of redemption, he’d cautiously support her, but he’d never fully lower his guard.

Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada):

Present Mic’s loud, expressive personality would lead to an intense, heartfelt reaction. He’s a hero with a big heart, so the revelation that his soulmate is a villainess would hit him hard, mixing betrayal with an instinctive need to connect with her.

"No way! My soulmate’s a villain?! That’s not the vibe I was expecting!"

He’d alternate between pacing, ranting, and trying to process the news with his usual flair.

Hizashi’s optimism and belief in the power of connection would make him feel the soulmate bond intensely. He’d be torn between his loyalty to heroism and his desire to understand her. If she’s charismatic or tragic, he’d be especially vulnerable to feeling sympathy, which could cloud his judgment.

Present Mic would seek her out, unable to stay away, and try to talk her down with his energetic charisma. He’d use humor and heartfelt pleas to reach her.

"C’mon, babe, you’re breaking my heart here! Let’s turn this track around!"

If she’s hostile, he’d use his Voice Quirk to subdue her but avoid lethal force, visibly pained by fighting his soulmate.

Hizashi would throw himself into trying to save her, believing their bond means she’s not beyond hope. He’d write songs or dedicate radio segments to her subtly, hoping to reach her heart. If she remains a villainess, he’d struggle with heartbreak but keep her in his thoughts, always wondering if he could have done more.

Hawks (Keigo Takami):

Hawks, the laid-back yet cunning No. 2 hero, would initially hide his shock behind a carefree facade. His life under the Hero Public Safety Commission’s control has made him distrustful of fate, so learning his soulmate is a villainess would feel like a cruel twist. He’d wrestle with the bond while maintaining his mission-driven mindset. He’d flash a wry smile.

“Figures my soulmate would be a wildcard.”

Internally, he’d be rattled, questioning whether the bond is real or another manipulation. He’d immediately start gathering intel on her, treating her like a high-stakes mission.

Hawks’ desire for freedom clashes with the soulmate bond’s pull, making him feel trapped. He’d empathize with her if her villainy stems from rebellion or a broken system, but his loyalty to the Commission and hero society would keep him guarded. He’d hate how the bond makes him second-guess his usual detachment.

Hawks would approach her with his trademark charm, trying to talk her down or gauge her intentions.

“So, soulmate, you gonna make this easy or do we have to dance?”

If she’s dangerous, he’d use his Fierce Wings to outmaneuver her, but he’d avoid lethal force, conflicted by the bond. If she’s manipulative, he’d play along to learn more, staying one step ahead.

Hawks would keep her at arm’s length, torn between his duty and the bond’s pull. He’d secretly hope she could break free from villainy, seeing parallels to his own constrained life. If redemption seems impossible, he’d bury his feelings, but the bond would linger as a quiet regret, a reminder of the freedom he can’t have.

Endeavor (Enji Todoroki):

Endeavor, the intense and redemption-seeking No. 1 hero, would react with a mix of fury and self-blame upon learning his soulmate is a villainess. His obsession with being a perfect hero makes this revelation a personal failure, and his past mistakes would amplify his determination to resolve the conflict, either by redeeming her or defeating her. He’d clench his fists, flames flaring briefly.

“This can’t be right.”

He’d see the bond as a challenge to his legacy, blaming himself for being “cursed” with a villainous soulmate. He’d demand answers from fate, feeling it mocks his efforts to atone.

Endeavor’s growing self-awareness would make him question if his own flaws pushed her toward villainy, especially if her motives mirror his past ruthlessness. The soulmate bond would stir unfamiliar vulnerability, clashing with his need for control. He’d struggle to balance his duty to stop her with the instinct to protect her.

Endeavor would confront her head-on, using his Hellflame Quirk to intimidate but not destroy. He’d demand she explain herself.

“You’re my soulmate, but I won’t let you drag me down with you.”

If she’s defiant, he’d fight with relentless force, but the bond would make him hesitate at a critical moment. If she shows a hint of remorse, he’d push her toward redemption, seeing it as a way to prove his own change.

Endeavor would see her as a test of his redemption arc. He’d work tirelessly to bring her to the hero side, believing it’s his responsibility. If she remains a villainess, he’d carry the guilt heavily, viewing their bond as another failure he couldn’t fix, but he’d never stop trying to reach her.

Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu):

Fat Gum, the warm and compassion ate hero, would be devastated to learn his soulmate is a villainess, but his big heart and belief in people’s potential would drive him to see the good in her. His protective instincts would make him determined to save her, even at personal cost.

“Aw, no… my soulmate’s out there causin’ trouble?”

He’d feel a mix of sadness and determination, immediately wondering what led her down the villain path. He’d take it personally, as if he should’ve been there to prevent it.

The soulmate bond would hit Fat Gum hard, making him feel her pain or anger vividly. He’d struggle with the contrast between his cheerful heroism and her villainy, but he’d refuse to believe she’s “bad” at her core. His empathy would make it hard to see her as an enemy, even when she’s causing harm.

Fat Gum would seek her out with open arms, trying to talk her down with his warm, disarming personality.

“C’mon, partner, you don’t gotta do this—let’s grab some takoyaki and talk it out!”

If forced to fight, he’d use his Fat Absorption Quirk to tank her attacks, protecting others while pleading with her to stop. He’d never give up on reaching her heart, even if she rejects him.

Fat Gum would dedicate himself to helping her find a better path, offering support and kindness no matter how long it takes. If she remains a villainess, he’d be heartbroken but keep her in his thoughts, always ready to welcome her back. He’d likely check in on her covertly, leaving small gestures (like food) to show he still cares.

Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama):

Mirko, the fiercely independent and battle-loving No. 5 hero, would react with a mix of irritation and determination upon learning her soulmate is a villainess. Her lone-wolf mentality and disdain for weakness would make her see the bond as a challenge to her strength, but her passion would fuel a desire to face it directly. She’d scoff, kicking something nearby, and snap:

“A villainess? You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

She’d view the bond as an insult to her pride, refusing to let fate dictate her life. She’d immediately want to track her soulmate down to “settle things.”

Mirko’s tough exterior hides a deep sense of loyalty, so the soulmate bond would stir conflicting feelings. She’d be annoyed at feeling drawn to someone who opposes her values, but if the villainess has a fiery or rebellious streak, Mirko might secretly respect her. She’d struggle with the urge to fight versus the bond’s pull to understand her.

Mirko would hunt her soulmate down, ready for a fight, using her Rabbit Quirk’s speed and strength to dominate the encounter.

“So you’re my soulmate? Show me what you’ve got!”

If the villainess matches her energy, Mirko would be grudgingly impressed, leading to a heated exchange of blows and words. If she senses redeemable qualities, she’d challenge her to change: “You’re tougher than that—ditch this villain crap and prove it.” If the villainess is unrepentant, Mirko would subdue her without hesitation but feel a pang of frustration at the bond.

Mirko would keep challenging her soulmate, seeing their bond as a test of wills. She’d push for redemption through tough love, believing only the strong can change. If the villainess remains evil, Mirko would cut emotional ties as much as possible, but the bond would linger as a nagging irritation, spurring her to fight harder in her memory.

Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata):

Gang Orca, the stern yet compassion ate hero, would approach the revelation with a calm, professional demeanor, hiding his personal disappointment. His sense of duty and belief in rehabilitation would make him see the villainess as someone who might still be saved, though he’d remain cautious.

“A villainess… this complicates things.”

He’d take the news in stride, analyzing it like a mission briefing. He’d feel a quiet sadness that his soulmate is on the wrong path but focus on what he can do about it.

Gang Orca’s tough exterior belies a kind heart, so the soulmate bond would make him feel her pain or motivations deeply. He’d struggle with his duty to uphold justice versus his instinct to protect his soulmate, especially if her villainy stems from hardship. His experience mentoring troubled youths would make him hope she’s not beyond saving.

Gang Orca would approach her methodically, using his Orca Quirk’s strength and sonar to track and confront her. He’d try to reason first.

“You’re my soulmate, but that doesn’t excuse your actions. Why are you doing this?”

If she’s hostile, he’d fight with controlled force, aiming to capture rather than harm. If she shows remorse, he’d offer a chance to reform, drawing on his rehabilitation expertise.

Gang Orca would work to guide her toward redemption, offering structure and support like he does for his trainees. If she refuses to change, he’d accept it with quiet resignation, focusing on his duties but never fully severing the bond’s emotional weight. He’d keep an eye on her from afar, hoping for a future shift.

Best Jeanist (Tsunagu Hakamada):

Best Jeanist, the refined and strategic No. 3 hero, would react with measured control, viewing the revelation as a complex problem to solve. His belief in order and self-improvement would make him see the villainess as a flawed thread in the fabric of fate, one he might be able to mend. He’d adjust his collar and say calmly:

“A villainess as my soulmate? Fascinating… and problematic.”

He’d process the news with a cool head, immediately considering how it impacts his image and duties. He’d see the bond as a test of his ability to create order from chaos.

Best Jeanist’s polished demeanor hides a deep sense of responsibility, so the bond would make him question if he could have prevented her villainy. He’d feel the pull to understand her, especially if her actions stem from a rejection of societal norms he upholds. He’d struggle to reconcile his need for control with the bond’s emotional chaos. Best Jeanist would confront her with precision, using his Fiber Master Quirk to restrain her without causing harm.

“As my soulmate, you’re part of my responsibility. Let’s weave a better path together.”

He’d analyze her motives during their encounter, looking for leverage to persuade her. If she’s defiant, he’d subdue her efficiently but feel a rare twinge of regret. If she shows potential for change, he’d offer guidance, framing redemption as a way to “refine” herself.

Best Jeanist would approach her like a long-term project, believing he can help her fit into a better role in society. He’d use his influence to provide opportunities for reform, but if she remains a villainess, he’d distance himself emotionally, treating the bond as a flaw he couldn’t fix. He’d carry the loss with quiet dignity, focusing on his work to cope.