#Merman reader

[selineram3421]

*is now craving sushi* Dang. 🍣

Other Worldly

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, food mentions-seaweed, song lyrics Drift Away-Trillian ⚠

Alastor took the mer up to their hotel room, the halls empty as he made another water pun, which earned him a fin slap to the face.

"I could drop you, you know?", he said but continued to carry them towards the bathtub.

Setting them down gently, he made sure to get a towel and put it somewhere within reach for them to take when their legs returned.

"There you are dear!", he said before standing up straight. "I'll leave you here now. Don't try to get up too soon, you'll just flop right over!", he laughed and turned to leave.

"Wait.", they spoke softly.

Like an exciting rush, he felt chills run down his back as his body followed the command.

"Don't tell anyone about what you saw..", they paused. "Or what you heard from me. Please."

As soon as they were finished, the 'spell' had broken and he was able to move again. Glancing over his shoulder, the Radio Demon snapped his fingers and his coat was clear of the water spots they had left on him.

"Very well.", he said and began closing the bathroom door. "This will stay our little secret~", he placed a finger over his lips before shutting the door.

He stood there for a moment, hearing the mer let out a sigh before the water turned on.

Satisfied with his findings, the deer demon left their hotel room, making sure to lock the door before closing it.

As he made his way to his radio tower, he thought of ways to get the aquatic demon to sing around him.

I should ease their worries somehow.. He thought. I wonder if there is a way to lure a siren.

.

You hated the transition of your legs returning.

Every time, you felt like your tail was being torn apart. Your scales felt like needles piercing into you when they sunk back into your skin. The webbing on your fingers was the only thing that didn't hurt much, but your hands would cramp a few times the day after.

This is annoying. You thought as you dried yourself completely after taking a bath.

Next was the hard part.

Grabbing the edge of the tub, you slowly stood up. Your feet feeling like you walked many miles without rest, aching as you stepped onto the tile floor.

It hurt.

Step by step, it felt like you were walking on glass, thorns, or hot coal as you made your way into your room to get dressed.

As soon as you could, you dropped onto your bed with a whine, staying there for a moment before crawling under the covers. After turning off the lamp on the nightstand, you hoped that the red dressed demon wouldn't say anything of what he saw.

Yes, you told him a command but the other half was a plea.

Let's not worry about it. He did say it would be our secret. You thought before going to sleep.

The next day was a little odd.

After getting breakfast, the smiling demon began talking to you like you were old friends.

It confused you.

What did he have to gain from talking to a quiet person? There was nothing you could say without hypnotizing him.

.

It was simple.

All he had to do was get them used to him and they'd be comfortable enough to let their guard down.

What better way to do it other than talking?

Food.

Throughout a few weeks, the Radio Demon experimented with all kinds of food. Taking notice of their expressions and the amount of food that they left on their plate. Later, he noticed that they enjoyed snacking on seaweed.

He wasn't sure where they had got it from, but it was something that he made sure was kept stocked in the kitchen and at the bar.

"The fuck? Why seaweed?", Husker grumbled.

"One of our guests enjoys it and the Princess ordered a surplus of the snack.", Alastor said as he watched the cat demon put the box under the bar counter.

Of course, it didn't really work out like he wanted. They were still quiet, still just out of reach, wary of him and his every action.

So he tried a different tactic.

Continuing to talk to them in open spaces but once they left, he hid in the shadows and observed them.

And then it happened.

It was exactly what he was waiting for.

Though he was hiding within the shadows of a dark theater room, he still was able to catch them, to listen to them sing.

Dark brown wood and red velvet from the room had made the area darker than it really was, but they still managed to find a ledge to sit on. They started off with soft hums before a real note came out from their lips.

"Here in the garden

Let's play a game

I'll show you how it's done

Here in the garden

Stand very still

This will be so much fun"

Like before, he felt the pull in his chest, the daze their voice submerged his mind into.

"And then she smiled

That's what I'm after

A smile in her eyes

The sound of her laughter

Happy to listen

Happy to play

Happily watching her drift away"

His shadows held him back from crawling out of the darkness. Something he was quite grateful for as he didn't want to disturb their singing.

"You keep on turning pages, for people who don't care

People who don't care about you

And still it takes you ages, to see that no one's there

See that no one's there

See that no one's there

Everyone's gone on with out you.."

Such a peculiar thing. To feel what they felt through their song, waves of sadness brushing against his mind.

"And aren't I the fool to have

Happily listened

Happy to stay

Happy to watch her drift

Drift

Drift...away."

They finished their song and sighed, wearing a frown.

Something Alastor couldn't just stand by for.

"You have such a lovely voice.", the deer demon spoke up.

They let out a noise of surprise and stood quickly , looking around the room like a frightened animal.

"It's a shame you hide it.", he continued.

He could hear how quick their breathing became as they backed away towards the nearest exit. Before the mer could touch the door, the Radio Demon came out of the shadows behind them and took their wrist.

They gasped and froze, not daring to look at him as he held them close.

Now is his grasp, he hummed in content and put a finger under their chin, lifting it up so they could look him in the eye.

His smile grew wider once they made eye contact.

"Let's make a deal~"

I did not have sushi but I did get to eat seaweed.

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 2

Yandere Goblin Shark Merman x Purple Firefish Merman Reader (CW: Kidnapping, blood, pain, peril, sharkman yandere, mermen, merfolk, anglerfish merfolk that try to kill the reader, minor character death, their living privileges are revoked most thoroughly, thalassophobia, a horrible title with a very forced pun for which I refuse to apologize) Word count: 1k (Sorry this took 11 months for me to start. No smut here, but I think if you read both parts together they fit nicely. Happy mermay!!) First part can be found here: Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 1 

It was easy to make the decision that you should try to make a break for it, there was nothing he could do to you if you were caught that he hadn’t already done and even a small possibility of making it home was worth it. You held your breath as you carefully extricated yourself from Damian’s sleep-loosened grasp, you had enough wits about you to grab a sharp looking dagger Damian had hanging on the wall, and then quickly made your exit out of the sea cave that he called his home.

Wasting no time you swam with all the urgency that your exhausted and aching body could muster. You remembered the general direction and swam and swam and swam.

But once the sea cave was behind you you were left in the cold embrace of open ocean. Your whole life was spent inside the city and reef you had called home, over time the natural homing instincts of your kind had been almost completely lost and you were no exception.

While you were indeed heading in the correct general direction that wasn’t enough as just being a bit off would end with you not being able to find your way home. Inevitably you veered just a bit and found yourself completely lost, though you didn’t realize it yet.

Only when you felt that you had swam for hours did you finally realize that you should have already arrived back to the safety of your home.

Now you were panicking, this was not a place for you. This was not a good place for anyone except the mightiest predators of the ocean. And you were vulnerable. You were tired from your previous struggles trying to escape Damian after he tied you up, you were battered, bruised, and sore from the rough fucking he had imposed on you, you were tired from your hours long swim in search of home, and to top it all off you were weighed down by being full of Damian’s eggs.

You could practically hear your heartbeat, sure that at any moment something or someone would emerge from the endless blue surrounding you and make a meal of you. Your hand shook as you gripped the dagger you stole tightly. 

In your fear you desperately searched aimlessly for any sign of your beloved reef. But it was simply no use. You were on the verge of tears, but then things got even worse…

Suddenly you were swept up in a powerful current! Had you been at full strength you almost certainly could have been able to power through it and remove yourself, but in your current state there was just nothing for it. You were swept deeper and even farther away from your goal. You were unable to even maintain a grip on your weapon as it drifted uselessly below. 

You were only swept up in the current for several minutes but it felt like hours, when you were finally released you found yourself a decent distance above a large and sinister looking trench. The cold caused you to shiver, you were not used to the cold water that occurred at this depth.

Out of the trench you saw three orbs of light shortly followed by the dimly illuminated forms of three thin merfolk of some kind, too far away to really make them out. You immediately dashed away as best you could but your own bioluminescence gave you away and made for an easy hunt.

It didn’t help that the current had beaten most of your remaining energy out of you.

They easily began catching up to you and you could soon see that these were anglerfish merfolk, if the sickly green glow of their lures didn’t give them away then the wide empty eyes and the wide gaping maws and lolling tongues certainly did.

"Please! Please leave me alone!" You sobbed desperately.

As they steadily pursued you and came ever closer they finally entered striking distance. They lunged. 

You spun around sharply, smacking one away with your tail with strength you didn't know you had while dodging another. But a few lucky strikes couldn't save you from a small pack of skilled predators. 

The third one managed to catch your arm and bit down on your hand causing you to shriek in pain. Red flowed from your arm behind you as you managed to shake your assailant loose. You swam as fast as you could but you didn't make it far before you were pulled back by the sharp clawed hands of these angler folk. 

"NO NO NO NOOO!" You screamed, hurting your throat, as you felt teeth sink into your tail.

Suddenly the pressure of the bite stopped as the anglers that had their hands on you were pulled swiftly backwards. Confused, you looked up to see your hero, Damian, as he crushed the throat of one of the anglers and viciously bit into another until it stopped moving.

The final one came at him and grabbed it and easily snapped its neck.

Now that all three had been deaded most thoroughly Damian swam over to you where you were struggling to keep yourself in place in the water.

"Fucking dumbass! What were you thinking!? That you could just run off? Think I couldn’t follow your scent?"

Despite his harsh words he gently picked you up and held you close. 

"When I woke up without you in my arms I was so fucking pissed! But... looks like you learned your lesson so... I won't be hard on you..." He kissed your head and started swimming back to his nest. He wanted your wounds dressed as soon as possible and then he wanted to hold and kiss you as you slept in his arms.

"Your wounds don't look life threatening but I still need to treat em'. Okay babe?" 

You responded only with a soft sniffling whimper and by burying your head in his neck. You were bruised, bleeding, and fatigued. You just wanted to be home, and you supposed that meant Damian's den because you surely weren't ever going to attempt to escape again. 

[adonisbeloveds]

Is it possible if there could be a Wally x reader writing request where the reader is a mermaid that scavenges for food until Wally stubbles onto them? They can speak and communicate through writing but chooses not to because they don’t trust anyone. They also eat puppets and intended to lure Wally in but soon discards that idea and gets closer to him. He has to keep their identity/existence a secret though.

Wally Darling with a merfolk reader

-Reader: They/them + no gender implied -He/him for Wally

Requested: No/Yes

Warnings: None Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.

A/N: oooo! This one is certainly new! I hope you like it, I really tried my best and had fun with this one because of the new and unique idea but I hope you like it!

-🍎 You where looking around for food when you found out that you ate all the leftovers of the puppets, so you decided to go up to find other food when you heard someone humming beautiful dreamer, confused you slowly popped the top half of your head out of the water to see a...very short puppet painting something. -🍎 You were slightly confused but quickly got rid of that confusion and started making your plan to lure your new food in, you prefered not to talk to the puppet so that was out of the question. -🍎 After sometime of going through your options you figured you would get the trust of the puppet than lure it into your trap, nodding to yourself you quickly swam over to the painting puppet. You made it to the shore and made a splashing sound to get the puppets attention, the puppet perked up at the sound and turned around when they saw you, "oh! hello new friend! you look quite different from anyone I have seen" the puppet said as they turned around, placing the painting supplies down and going closer to you and sitting down infront of you, they looked like they were in thought when they perked up "oh! your one of those merfolk from franks books aren't you?" they asked and you nodded "well my name is Wally, Wally Darling! nice to meet you new friend" After sometime goes past with you talking to Wally you learned that he lives in a neighbourhood with other puppets and lives in a live house called Home? you were slightly confused but didn't mention anything with the stare that he sometimes gave you when he stopped talking, you also learnt his favourite food was apples and all the names of his friends, you slowly but surely got comfortable with Wally and forgot about ever wanted to eat him. "Oh! you should come back with me to Home and the others! everyone would love to have a new friend and neighbour!" Wally said smiling and staring at you, as soon as he ended his sentance you quickly shook your head, even though you did feel comforable and slightly trusted Wally you were Not comfortable with being around others, although Wally was sad that you didn't want to come back with him he respected your wishes and promised you that he will come back and that he will keep your secret!

[happypeaceperson]

Part of your world: Chapter: 4

- Prince Eric x male reader

Chapter 3: here

OMG I was so excited to finally write this part. The boat scene is my favourite scene from the movie. Also I completely forgot that Eric doesn't know the readers name and I hadn't thought about how he should guess it so I just made him guess a bunch of random names and one of them being right (R/n means random name btw!!), so yeah I hope you all enjoy this part because its honestly my favourite part I've written!!

You awoke at dawn. The rays of the sun creeping in through the gaps of the curtains and landing onto your eyes. You squinted while turning over, pulling the sheets with you. You lay on your side for a moment, your eyes still closed. You lay there until you remembered what you were supposed to be doing today. As soon as the memory of last night came back to you, you shot up from the bed. You quickly grabbed at your clothes that you had left in a pile before you went to sleep. 

You threw them on yourself quickly, hoping you didn't sleep in. You ran to the door, swinging it open. You jumped back in fear when you saw someone standing there. It was Eric. He stood there with a startled look on his face. "I thought you were never going to wake up." He laughs. You smile at him, your hand still over your heart, trying to calm yourself down. "Are you ready?" He asks, playing with his hand. He looked like he was nervous. You nodded. Eric stood to the side putting his arm outwards. "You first." He gestures. You roll your eyes at him as you walk out of the room,hearing him chuckle behind you. 

Eric leads you to where the carriage was being prepared. "I cannot wait to show you around, you're going to love it." He says as he opens the door. You both stepped outside. Eric points towards an empty carriage. "This one will be the one we will be taking." You look at it, admiring the design. You run your hand over the horse's mane as you walk by it. There was a small stepping stool but at the side to help you get up. You sat down on the seat, feeling how soft it was. The cushion felt amazing, you felt like you could fall asleep again. 

You turn to your side, seeing a dog running out of the castle. You recognise the dog. It was the one Ariel had helped save on the day of the shipwreck. You lean over the side of the carriage as you rub the dog. "Looks like you made a new friend." Eric laughs, picking the dog up. "Come on max" He says as he hands the dog over to someone else. You move back to where you sat, allowing there to be space for Eric to sit beside you. He smiles at you as the carriage begins to move. You fall back into your seat as it begins to move, not used to this type of transport yet. 

You looked around the island as the carriage made its way to the village. The view was magnificent. You looked at Eric's hands but more specifically at what he was holding. Eric notices your interest in the reins. "You want to try?" He asks, holding the reins towards you. You look at him for a moment before reaching out to grab them. You raised the reins before bringing them down with force. This caused the horse to speed up. You gripped onto the reins. Suddenly you and Eric notice someone walking in front of you two. 

"Look out!" Eric calls out to the man. You twist the reins, hoping it would turn the vehicle. Your assumption was right as the horse turned with your movement. Eric turns around to shout out to the man. "Sorry about that!" He apologises. He turns back to you. "That was close." He laughs, you nod at him quickly before turning back to look in front of you again. "Woah!" Eric shouts. You two had entered the front of the village. This meant that now there were more people you had to try to avoid hitting. "Turn!" He calls out to you, grabbing your hands to help you control the carriage. As the carriage turned a corner you heard an animal. It was a group of goats that was crossing the road. You pull back on the reins, not wanting to hit them. This sudden movement caused Eric to fall back into his seat. 

"Well that was" Eric pauses. "fun?" His breathing was fast, still trying to process everything that happened. You stood up in your seat, looking out at the goats. You notice Eric climbing out of the carriage. "Here let me help you." He says to the man, helping herd the goats into their shelter. You decided to climb out too, no longer interested in the carriage. Instead you were interested in the village. Eric turned to notice you no longer in the carriage. He looks around to try and figure out where you ran off too. 

You found yourself in a crowded part of the village. You saw children run past you and people standing in front of stalls. You looked around in awe, unable to take it all in. As you walked past the stalls, people called out to you. They advertised whatever they were trying to sell. You jumped slightly as you saw a man bring a machete down on something. "Coconut?" He asks, holding the coconut out to you. You stare at it before walking away. "No? Ok then." You hear the man say, slightly annoyed.

You continued to walk around before being stopped by another person behind a stall. "Young boy, would you like some?" She asked, handing a bowl full of food to you. You take it, looking down to try to figure out what food it was. You begin to walk away with the bowl when she calls out to you. "Oh! I think you'll be needing this." She holds out a utensil. You recognised it instantly. Ariel had one of these. She said that scuttle had told her the land people called it a dinglehopper. She had demonstrated that they used it to brush their hair. You placed the bowl down as you took the dinglehopper from the woman's hand. You started to run it through your hair. You looked up at the woman, noticing a strange look on her face. The same look was on the face of a group of people who stood beside you. You were confused about the sudden judgmental looks on everyone so you slowly began to walk away from the stall.

You walk by another stall, this time stopping in front of it voluntarily. It was a stall that had many hats on display. "Would you like a hat?" The man asked you, only noticing you standing there. You grabbed at the hat he held in his hand.

"Oh, there you are." You turned to notice Eric standing beside you. You forgot you left Eric back at the carriage. You greet him with a smile before trying to place the hat on his head. The hat turned out to be too big for him as it fell over his eyes. He laughs as the man takes it off his head. 

"No no, too big." The man says. "Try this" He says as he reaches down to grab another. Instead of waiting, you grabbed at the hat he was wearing and placed it on Eric's head. You walked off again, leaving Eric behind again. Instead you wanted to explore the village even more. 

"Tropical flowers." You heard a lady say as she held a flower out to you. You weren't sure why everyone was offering things to you but you weren't mad about it. You grabbed the flower, smiling at the woman. You began to walk away as you took a bite out of the flower, assuming it was food. It definitely didn't taste as good as other foods. 

You pushed through pieces of cloth that hung in front of you. You ran your hand over the silky fabrics. You loved this feeling. You looked in front of you, noticing a group of people dancing. You decided to join them. You began to dance with the people. Eric notices you in the crowd so he decides to join as well. He taps your shoulder to get your attention. You turn to face him as he takes your arm. You two started dancing together. He spun you around before pulling you in towards him. You grabbed at his upper arm as he pulled you in. This gesture caused Eric to become flustered. It didn't seem to bother you though as you continued to dance with him. 

The rest of the day was just Eric showing you around the stalls. He had bought a lot of random things, some for you. He noticed you start to look tired so he decided to call it a night and to head back to the carriage.

"I love this time of night," Eric says, looking up at the sky. Sometimes you can see the eyes of creatures in the tree-" Before he could finish his sentence, he felt the hat get pulled off. "Hey!" He called out, noticing a bird flying away with it. You only got a quick glance at the bird but you could have sworn it looked just like Scuttle. "Hey come back with that!" Eric shouts as he starts to climb out of the carriage to chase the bird. 

You followed him. You both ran through trees and bushes trying your best to follow the bird. "I think it went this way," Eric says. He turns back to face you asking if you were alright. You nodded at him as you continued to push through the trees. "Hey! Give me my hat back!" Eric shouts as you two finally caught up with the bird. The bird flies around for a bit before dropping the hat in a canoe. Eric rushes to where the hat fell. He climbs onto the canoe and grabs at the hat. "I didn't want to lose this." He says smiling at you. He places the hat back on his head. He looks at you run your hand over the edge of the boat. This sparks an idea. 

Eric decided you two should have one little adventure before heading back to the castle. He pulled the boat from its resting place and placed it into the water. "Come on" He says to you, motioning for you to get it. You did as he asked, sitting opposite him as he began to row the boat. You looked around, taking in the new scenery. Eric found his eyes glued onto you. He loved watching you look around and being easily fascinated by everything you see. You brought your attention back to the boat and Eric. You look at the oars, deciding to place your hand on them and mimicking the motions Eric was doing. 

"Do you want to try?" Eric asks. You smile softly. You got up from your seat and sat down beside him. You accidently tripped on your way over to his seat and found yourself on his lap. Eric had instinctively grabbed your waist, not wanting you to fall out of the boat. You remove yourself from his lap and sat in the spare space beside him. Eric pulls his hand away from your side, blushing slightly. You grabbed onto the oars, Eric placing his hands above yours to help teach you how to row the boat. The boat began to move behind a waterfall. Eric smiled at you as you started to get a hang of rowing. The boat came out from under the waterfall, entering a large free space of water. 

"What a clear night." Eric says looking up at the stars. "You can see orion." He states. You look at him, confused about what he was talking about. Eric caught on to this confusion as he began to explain himself. "Oh, the sailors use the constellations to navigate the seas." He removes his hands from the oars, you did the same. He points up at the sky. "There's Orion" You look up at where he was pointing. He removes his hat as he goes to lay down. You decide to lay down beside him. He continues naming the constellations. "And there's Aries, the ram." He points to another set of stars "That's casseopaya"

Eric realises something. He laughs slightly. "That's funny, I still don't know your name." He looks at you as you continue to look at the night sky. "Let's see." He says, trying to think of a name to guess. "Is it.." He pauses before picking an answer. "R/n?" You turned your head slowly, a smug look on your face. You shake your head slightly. "No?" He whispers. "Could it be R/n?" You raise your eyebrows, a disgusted look on your face. "No, definitely not that." He laughs. "Um, how about Y/n" Your eyes light up. You were shocked he guessed it right. You turned your head while nodding. "Really?" He asks, slightly excited at the fact he got it right.. He wasn't sure if you were messing with him or not. You nodded again to assure him he was right. "Y/n" He repeats your name, this time in a quieter tone. "That's a beautiful name" He says, looking at you. You both turn to look back up at the sky. 

You turn your head slightly. You couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. The boat flows underneath a tree, its branches dropping down to be able to touch the surface of the water. Eric turns his head, noticing your eyes on him. He finds himself blushing again. He decided to take a chance. He slowly leans in, you did the same. He closed his eyes before hearing movement. He opened them to see you sitting up. You had sat up, unsure of what he was doing. Was he trying to kiss you? You cursed yourself internally for reacting too fast at the gesture. Eric sat up quickly, glancing at you, then away, and then back at you. He felt embarrassed for taking the chance. 

You moved back to your original seat, looking around as a bunch of fireflies came out from the tree. You looked around at the lights flying around you and Eric. Eric turns to look at you again. You looked back at him, smiling. Eric felt his stomach flip. He couldn't get over how cute your smile was. You both looked into the water after noticing a bunch of fish began to swim around the boat. The fish began to squirt water over the boat. You both watch in awe at the sight. Eric leans over the boat, trying to get a better look at the fish. This caused some of the water to splash onto his face. He laughed. You reached out, rubbing your hand on the side of his face to help get rid of the water.

He grabs at your hand as you pull it away from his face. Your eyes interlock for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He keeps his hold on your hand, noticing you not pulling away. Maybe he was right to take that chance. He decides to try again. He began to lean in. You did the same, this time deciding not to pull back. Before your lips could meet you felt the boat get pushed. This caused you and Eric to fall into the water. 

Eric laughs as he emerges. "What was that?" He grabs at his hat that also fell into the water. You two began to swim, land not being too far from where you two were. Eric was still laughing as he shook the hat to try dry it off before putting it back on. He leads you back to the carriage as you two begin your journey back to the castle. After a long ride you two finally made it back to the castle. 

You carefully climbed out of the carriage, trying not to slip. You and Eric made your way back into the hallway of the castle. "I think everyone's asleep." Eric whispers as you two slowly walk over to the stairs. Suddenly you two hear a voice. "Go go go, there" Eric says quietly pointing to the back of a wall. You rushed to the wall, almost slipping due to your feet still being wet. 

You heard a woman's voice. "Has he been avoiding me?" She asked. Suddenly you heard a man's voice. You recognise this voice. It was Grimsby. 

"No, your highness." He replied. You turn to notice Eric trying his best not to laugh. 

"no?" She questions 

"no!" Grimsby says, trying his best to cover for Eric. 

"Well you seem awfully certain" The woman says. 

"Well avoiding you doesn't seem like Eric, does it?" Grimsby said, trying to convince her. 

"Then where is he?" She complains. "Oh, he's not searching for that fantasy person I hope." She adds. 

Grimsby looks beside him as they pass where you and Eric were hiding in. He sees Eric's feet before answering. "No," He says sternly. "I can say that with certainty." 

You hear the woman almost slip. "Oh! it's wet?" She questions looking at the floor. You and Eric laugh quietly, knowing it was wet because of you two. 

"I'll look into it" Grimsby said, ushering her to go to bed. 

"Thank you Grimsby, goodnight." She says before walking away. 

Eric waits for her to leave before turning back to you. "Sorry about that, I wasn't supposed to leave the castle today." He laughs. "But I'm glad I did." You smile at him as he continues to talk. "all these rules." He pauses. "To be honest, I wasn't born into all of this. It all makes me feel a little-" You and Eric jump in fear when you hear Grimsby's voice cut Eric's sentence short. 

"Welcome back sir" Grimsby says, very loudly to assert his presence.

"Oh! Grimsby" Eric laughs. He stammers a bit as you two walk out from your hiding space. 

"I assume you two had a pleasant outing?" He asks. 

"Ah yes we did. Didn't we?" He asks you. You nod. "Yes, very nice." You find yourself smiling at how awkward Eric is right now. Grimsby turns to face you. 

"You've had a long day sir. I imagine we should let you get some sleep." He noticed how wet you and Eric were. "And perhaps dried off as well." He jokes. 

"Oh uh yes." Eric says, wanting to explain the situation. "We took a rowboat out onto the lagoon but I'm afraid we ended up in it." He jokes. "Anyways" He turns back to face you. His tone quiets down. "Goodnight." You began to go up the stairs, heading towards your room. You remember Eric had placed his hat on your head on your trip back to the castle earlier. You turn around, taking the hat off of your head. You go back down the steps and place the hat back onto Eric's head. Eric bowed his head to allow you to easily place it on. "Goodnight, Y/n" He repeats, this time using your name. You two exchange one final smile before you head back to your room. 

[nine-of-words]

No Vacancy (Part Four)

M Orc x M Merfolk Reader

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Wordcount: 3291

Content Warnings: Brief Non-Graphic Depiction of Sex Work, Slit Fingering/Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Sexual Harassment

Did my best with the content warnings this time, but honestly not sure how I would even tag some of the stuff in this part? Regardless, we’re over the hump now for this story! Just two more parts to go :)

Inadequate. Pitiful. Embarrassing.

These are just some of the words that could describe this situation.

<I’m sorry, this has never been a problem before.> You sign to your client, frustrated. <It’s not your fault.>

<It’s okay, I’m sure this happens to everyone sometimes, right?> Your client signs to you in return, attempting to comfort you with a sheepish look.

In the couple of years you’ve been doing this - you have never had any trouble getting the job done before.

But now this-

You can’t even present the tool needed to complete the task. No matter what you do, your dick stubbornly won’t emerge from your genital vent. The thing might as well be welded shut.

It’s not like the client is unappealing to you, either. You find most mermaids attractive on some level - but it’s never had much to do with how they look, anyway. It’s just a job to you, a pleasant biological process that you exchange for extra gold every June and December.

Eventually, you both decide to give up. There’s no point in wasting any more of either of your time when it’s clear that nothing is going to happen.

You push the seaweed curtain to the side as you swim out of the mermaid’s private cove, still absolutely mortified.

It seems all you’re doing lately is fleeing awkward situations…

The client was nice enough to be graceful about your failure to do your job. Your boss, on the other hand, is not going to be so nice.

The next day when you arrive, Madame does indeed rip you a new one.

<What happened?> She signs, her ornately lacquered finger nails a bit more tense than normal from her clear irritation. 

<I don't know.> You sign in turn, movements trailing off into the next as you try to collect your thoughts better. <We just didn’t… click.>

In the back of your mind, you know exactly why you failed, even if you haven’t fully accepted it yourself yet.

<Unacceptable. This isn't a question of personal preference, you’re still expected to perform.> Her brightly lined eyes narrow at you, and her fins flare out in thought. <Your track record is spotless- aside from the cyclone this past summer- so this is rather surprising.>

<So, you already know I can do better.> You reassure her. If anything, you know how to market yourself. <It was just a fluke.>

<Are you sure? You can take a leave if the pressure is too much.>

Is she… actually showing concern?

&lt;;A permanent leave. Not everyone can handle this job, after all.> She continues, shattering any hope of relief. <I can have your lined up clients select someone else; I'm sure Uttar has other pretty faces with debt that he could lend me. Deadlines are deadlines.>

No, of course not. Of course it's only about metrics.

&lt;No! No. I need the gold.> 

<Well, if that's the case, I need your assignments done without issue. It will hurt the reputation of my business if you can't even manage that much.>

<Please give me another chance.> You're sick to your stomach that you're groveling like this to keep a job you don't even really want. You have too much self worth for the taste to go down smoothly. The extra pay is just too good to let go. <It won't happen again.>

<Make sure it doesn't.> She swims over to the cove wall where several rectangular planks of carved abalone and nacre are strung along a rope. She pulls off a blush pink plank with your next assignment's location painted on it off the line and then swims back over to hand it to you. <I would hate to lose a valuable asset because of incompetence.>

You swim out of there,  and out of the lobby so fast the receptionist probably only sees a blur of blue and purple.

You're absolutely seething. You're surprised the water isn't boiling around your face, with all the heat of the restrained anger gathered there.

It was difficult to resist the urge to quit on the spot. You wish you could…

But it pays so, so much better than your regular courier gigs, and it’s only two months of the year. 

So, you swallow your pride. It's all you can do.

After hours of high speed swimming and your anger has finally cooled off considerably, you start thinking about taking a break. 

Normally on this route, you’d book a room for an overnight rest when you caught up to Varuj’s ship, but…

You cringe even thinking about it now.

How could you even face him after what happened the last time? What would you even say?

Even with your mind fully occupied with self-scolding and self-loathing, your body has absent-mindedly navigated to follow his ship’s route. And sure enough, as soon as you’ve realized it, you spot a familiar keel in the distance.

You want to talk to him. You miss talking to him already. You just… have to actually say something…. 

But what?

Slowing from your rapid cruising speed, you pull up alongside the boat’s side. You barely break the surface enough to scan for a sign of him above deck in the crowd of people enjoying the clear weather. 

He's chatting to some of his passengers like he usually does, with an effortless charisma. Varuj may not be loud or bombastic or overtly attention grabbing, but he has such a warm personality that people tend to naturally gravitate to him. Even during your stays, he often ends up with a small group of tourists around him- he can turn anyone into a friend, it seems.

…Even people like Uttar, apparently. The thought leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Varuj seems to be doing fine. Great, even. He's certainly at least behaving normally, which is more than what could be said for you.

Why is that, when you're this torn up? When it feels like your entire life has been shattered to pieces?

Things were going fine. He just had to suggest making things more… involved…

Being able to quit sounded so nice at face value, but he doesn't know the reason you're doing this. You'll never pay off your debt if you go back to normal, less shady courier work. 

Varuj did offer you work, but… who knows if that'd be enough, either.

More importantly, you don't want to be indebted to him like that, not anymore than you want to be to Uttar- or anyone else, for that matter.

What was he thinking, even suggesting that? Maybe he was just drunk…

You grimace and dip back underneath the white caps before you're spotted.

You can't deal with this right now. You don't want to know, if that's the case, anyway.

You eventually find a cove to rent for the night, but it's annoyingly far out of the way of your route back. You prefer staying on Varuj's ship on your work journeys because the vessel keeps making progress in the right direction while you rest… that's not the only reason, of course, but it's what you're lamenting the most as you mire yourself between the bunches of kelp, trying to get comfortable.

But no matter how you arrange yourself, you can't seem to find a position you feel at ease. Your body is still far too worked up from earlier, and craving the release it didn’t get.

Your mind wanders back to where you'd rather be; what you’d rather be doing and who you’d rather be doing it with, and your hands follow suit.

The soft edges of your vent are warm to the touch and throbbing lightly already, just remembering how it feels.

Really? Now? You mentally chide your body.

You lightly trace your opening the way Varuj usually does at the beginning of an encounter. The more you think about him, the more your muscles loosen up obediently, viscous natural lubricant starting to coat your fingers.

Where was this enthusiasm when I needed it earlier?

After barely any encouragement, your cock has already begun to emerge from the top portion of your slit from the sensation, stiff and craving the warm squeeze of his mouth and the smooth point of his tusks on your inner thighs.

Ugh… why did it have to be like this?

It makes sense, you guess.

It’s different with Varuj than with clients, anyway, to the point that you’d much rather it be him than a client. There’s a level of freedom there that you don’t get when it’s someone you’re assigned to please- at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself.

You had such a good thing going. It was… Easy. And now…

He just wants to tie you down, like everyone else.

And nothing good ever comes out of owing anyone anything.

At some point, the heady thoughts about his mouth on your cock has shifted into thoughts about his mouth on your own instead; a prospect that is equal parts exciting and confusing. You’ve never been so aroused by the thought of kissing someone, but here you are. Before him, you didn’t even think you were even all that interested in kissing. But remembering the sensation of warm, slick tongue muscle and the soft hum of affirmative grunting against your lips, you find that you’ve really come to crave it.

Tentatively, you start pressing into your lower slit and into your entrance, thinking of his girthy fingers being the ones pressing inside instead.

To your surprise and moreso chagrin, your fingers slip inside with almost insulting ease. Spurred on by lust, you slowly, firmly, press your fingers deeper inside.

You never expected things to end up like this. While you’ve always enjoyed Varuj’s company, you prefer your boundaries well defined, and he is far from your usual type. 

But you can't deny the effect fantasizing about him is having on you- No resistance, with each little wriggle of your fingers making your hips jerk against your hand. A stark difference from your failed attempts to do your job lately.

Unfortunately, lightly fingering yourself isn’t really satisfying you enough. You’re accustomed to more mass than even three of your fingers can achieve, and they can’t recreate the knobby texture ubiquitous of his orcish dick.

Chasing the memory of that feeling, your fingers move more emphatically on their own. They thrust deeper in, with more firm pressure behind your strokes until you feel the dizzying jolts of pleasure going straight behind your eyes.

You’re so worked up that it doesn't take much of that solid rhythm to push you over the edge. The edges of your vent contract around your fingers, clenching along with the pelvic muscles forcing cum out of you. Thick, vicious seed disperses into the water above you, suspended in the mild current as it slowly disappears.

Your gills pulse in silent panting. It felt good, but there's a deep pit of dread hollowing out your chest overshadowing the afterglow.

It’s as you suspected, as if you really needed to investigate it. Your dick definitely still works. Your body isn’t suddenly incapable of arousal- though it might be easier if that was the case - it’s a natural side effect that commonly happens to some merfolk.

It’s spawnlock.

Varuj is the only partner your body will accept now, whether in person or just the thought of him.

You know exactly what that means.

As much as you have been denying it and avoiding it and lying to yourself the feeling is there, and being expressed by your body regardless of your permission.

You love him.

And the feelings you’ve developed for him are now a physical obstacle for your work.

…This is bad.

You rub your face with a palm in frustration and exhaustion, swaying silently in the water for the rest of the night.

In the morning, you still continue to your next client’s location, though the tenseness in your shoulders makes swimming much less enjoyable.

This can still work. Maybe if you just… think about him hard enough, you can bypass the effect?

You spend the rest of your travel trying to psych yourself up and push through, to continue on like nothing has happened. You get all the way there and begin the session, stubbornly committing.

It does not work like you’d hoped. No matter what you try, it’s the same results as before.

…Unfortunately, your willpower isn’t strong enough to trick your body. Just thinking about him isn’t enough, not with the presence of another person and not him.

<What’s this? You fall in love on the way over here?> Your client signs, punctuating her thoughts by curling her fingers in manual laughter.

At least she’s amused. You don’t know if it’s worse or better this way; you suppose it’s better than her being angry, but you’re not sure how much more bruising your ego can take.

You apologize, accepting defeat much quick this time than the last, and leave the client’s dwelling in shame as fast as your fins can manage.

A cold hand of dread grips your chest as you exit the cove.

There’s no way around it. You can’t work this job anymore, and it’s your own fault.

You don’t even bother taking a rest this time, instead rushing through the swim to get back to Madame’s place. You’d rather just face the music and get it over with.

The trip is strangely serene. You expected to be panicking on what this means for how you can pay off your debt, but all you feel is a calm, empty resentment for your situation.

<You have a lot of nerve coming back here.> She points at you accusatorily as you enter. <You asked for a second chance and this is what you do with it?> 

You set the plank with the information about your last failed job on her desk.

<Look. I did my best. But->

She swipes her hand through the water, interrupting you.

<I don’t want excuses. Do you think I haven’t already received the message from the client?>

<I can explain.>

<There’s not much to explain.> Her expression is somewhere between scorn and pity. <You got yourself a little crush?>

<What makes you think that?>

<I've been doing this a long time.> She shakes her head in admonishment. <It’s not a past client, I hope? That never ends well.>

You don't respond. The fins on the sides of your head flutter through the water in simmering rage, the only movement you're making as you stare her down. Your hands don't need to do the speaking when your eyes are certainly already taking care of it.

<Your contract is void.> She signs pointedly, her glossy lips pulled into a tight, sanctimonious grimace as she seems to savor adding the last movements. <You're fired.>

<You don’t have to fire me - I quit!> You finally snap and sign the last word over and over for emphasis, letting the simmering frustration boil over. <Quit. Quit. Quit.>

You turn your back and storm out, your hands still repeatedly forming the decoupling shape of quit as you go- it’s petty, but you're going to have the last word. 

You want nothing more than to run- just swim off so far and so fast that you can leave all of this behind.

But what’s the point in trying? The tracking rune that was placed on you when you were saddled with the debt would only make it a matter of time until you were caught, anyway.

Swimming aimlessly calms you down eventually… You realize you’re following Varuj’s ship route, again. 

This time you force yourself to veer off, deciding to go to where Uttar’s ship would be right now. You don’t want to, but he’ll find out what happened sooner rather than later. He’ll at least have a courier job for you to pick up, most likely…

You feel detached from your body when you finally arrive. Every bone and scale on your body is telling you not to board the ship… but you do. You have to.

“Well, would ye look at that,” Uttar says, picking his teeth in a tarnished, ornate handmirror. “Favorite little fish ‘o mine is back early. But Spawn’s still goin’ for another week or so, aye?”

You know he already knows what happened. Once again, he just delights in yanking you around.

“That arrangement’s not working out anymore. This isn’t something I can keep doing.”

“Real shame that is. As I recall it, you don’t exactly have the luxury to be picky about what jobs ye choose to take.”

“It’s not a choice.” You clench your fists at your sides, trying to keep your voice even and unraised, determined to not let him feed off of any reaction. “I physically can’t do it. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“None a’my business? You are business-” You can basically smell the burning rubber from his speech grinding to a halt as the gears visibly work in his head.

Then, with the realization, he laughs boisterously. It’s a nasty, cruel laugh, meant to taunt you in and of itself. He drops the mirror and gets up from his seat, coming around the side of his desk to approach you.

“Oh, hoho, fishie’s gone an’ fallen in loooooove, ‘ave we?” He throws an arm around your shoulders in a clearly fake, over-acted chummy manner. You resist the urge to dig your teeth into his forearm and not let go. “Who’s the lucky lady? Or gent, more like?”

He’s playing dumb to make the end result more vicious. You know, because you’ve heard that tone before.

“Must be ol’ Rujie, huh? Seein’ as ye were at his little shindig the other day. Looked like ya saw a ghost when ya seen me there!”

“No.” You say, not convincing anyone. You hate that he’s even talking about him. 

“Me an’ him go way back, y’know?” Uttar continues, absolutely ignoring the fact that you attempted to deny it. “If I’m bein’ honest with ya, though? -Because y’know I have yer best interest at heart- the salty dog laid with each an’ every able bodied seaman he could get his mitts on. With ya here like this workin’? He’s probably got his mitts on some other man as we speak.”

“We’re not dating.” You say coldly, a deep disgust that he’s trying to smear Varuj’s character tying a knot in your stomach.

“Aye? Got ya all loved up and then cut ya loose?” His arm around your shoulder tightens. “Well, a pity, that; it limitin’ yer options an’ all. The merladies pay much better during Spawn times, as y’know. Landlubbers won’t pay quite as well; but their gold’s still gold. And you still have a debt to pay off.”

“Landlubbers…?” You repeat, the full realization of what he’s saying begins to sink in. “...Oh...”

“What, thought ya were off the hook?” He laughs another cutting acidic laugh, and moves his arm to swat you on the ass. “Ya might be locked up in front, but from where yer standin’, round back will still work fine.”

You’re unable to protest the crossed physical boundary, too shocked to even speak.

“Maybe yer gonna think twice about letting me knock some o’ that interest off, aye? For now, go ahead an’ deliver this parcel for me.” Uttar shoves one of the typical shady-looking wrapped packages you’re used to delivering into your open palms. “I’ll line up a new Madame from one of the pleasure boats to handle ye between runs. Ye’ll be back to work by time yer back, ain’t that nice?”

He keeps talking, but it’s just a verbal slurry at this point.

You swallow dryly, and your fingers slowly clench around the parcel in numb, wordless despair.

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[dearestones]

Underwater Delights (Vietnam x Merman! Reader)

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: Hi, so I read one of your fics from a long while ago, about Hungary and a merman. I    gotta I say I absolutely loved it, and would it be alright, with all due respect, to request a similar premise for a fic?

It's HWS Vietnam X Merman. Vietnam is alone strolling on the beach. That's where she notices something struggling in the water; A merman that's trapped in a fisherman's net. So, Vietnam frees the merman, who is thankful. He then offers her to take underwater to see a wonderful sight. Vietnam, hesitant at first, agrees, and the merman creates an air bubble around her to breath in. From there, he pushes her bubble to a deep underwater ravine. There, Vietnam bioluminescent creatures, that glow in the dark around her, which amazes her.

Again, I hope this is okay to request something similar to a previous anon's request. Happy February!

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For the first time in what felt like forever, Vietnam finally had enough time for herself. She always loved spending time by herself to relax after a day's hard work, but for the past few weeks, in preparation for another international summit, she barely had enough time to sleep, much less walk around her home.

Now that preparations were set and Vietnam had already packed for the trip the following morning, she had just enough time for an evening stroll. For some reason that she could not discern, she thought it prudent that she wander along one of her nation's ports.

Because it was nearing the end of the day, there weren't a lot of people milling about. Above Vietnam, the sky was steadily transitioning from the warm, vibrant hues of golden orange into the gentle caresses of blue and violet. Another day well spent, the worn Nation thought to herself with satisfaction. 

As she peered into the horizon, she began to hear something that at first piqued her interest before gradually transitioning into that of panic and alarm. Near one of the boats that was already tied to port, there was the sound of panicked thrashing that disturbed the water. Already, her mind was working into overdrive as her feet pounded against the wooden floorboards. 

Was someone drowning? 

No sooner did Vietnam finally make her way to one of the smaller boats did she realize that it wasn’t one of her civilians who was making such a ruckus in the water, but rather… A peculiar creature. 

There was a young man in the water, but at the same time, it wasn’t. His upper half looked like he was a male in his early twenties, but his skin was faintly green with splotches of brown and blue. Where his ears should have been were a pair of fin-like appendages and his skin was faintly patterned with glistening scales. However, it was his lower half—the half that moved the most—that caught and held Vietnam’s attention. 

Thrashing with great abandon, a long tail glistened and gleamed underneath the dying light of the sun’s warm rays. Like his upper half, it was a light green flecked with browns and blues. Closer observation revealed that the fins at the end of his tail were pointed and triangular like a fish. 

“A mermaid,” Vietnam whispered under her breath. 

Many Nations who lived fairly close to the ocean had said that they were beautiful, but horrifying, their natures as turbulent and as willful as the sea that spawned them. Not many of Vietnam’s kind were willing to spend more time than necessary interacting with sea folk. In fact, Vietnam had sighted a couple mermaids from time to time over the past few hundred years but had never dared get in the water for fear of drowning. 

This one, Vietnam surmised, was more dangerous because it was caught in the net that a careless fisherman must have accidentally dropped into the water. Most animals were keen on putting up a fight when cornered, but children of the sea were particularly vicious if the stories that she heard could be believed. Yet, despite the dangers that the merman posed, Vietnam knew that she couldn’t leave him alone. 

Carefully, she approached the merman and lightly splashed the water to grab his attention. The effect was near instantaneous. It was as if Vietnam had set off a grenade instead of cupping some water in her hands and aiming at him. Swiveling his head with the speed and uncanniness of an eldritch being, the merman ceased all movement and appraised the Nation.

Not knowing if the merman knew her language, Vietnam chose to speak slowly and clearly, her movements steady and minimal. The last thing she needed before an important conference was to show up covered in bandages or attending the meeting through her computer. (She could brush off petty insults any day of the week, but she’d rather not show off weakness like that so openly).

“I won’t hurt you.” The merman chittered under his breath softly, but other than that, there was no other response. Taking that as a good sign, she continued, “I’ll help.” 

Carefully, she waded into the water and began to untangle the merman from the trap. What she noticed as her hands deftly moved the netting, it was that it would be easy to set him free. Had he kept a cool head and used his hands instead of trying to swim out of the net, he would have left sooner. Still, though, Vietnam was grateful that she didn’t need to go looking for a knife to free him of the net. 

The sooner she freed the merman, the sooner she wouldn’t have to worry about him trying to drown her. 

After a few tense minutes of Vietnam maneuvering the heavy netting away from the merman’s tail and his fins, Vietnam finally relieved the sea creature of its burden. At this point, the merman had taken to looking at Vietnam with much less hostility than when she had first encountered him. In fact, she even thought that he looked thoughtful. 

Whatever the case, he was now free. 

Free to leave. 

Free to drown her. 

Just as Vietnam was about to back away slowly, the merman floated closer and beckoned her to him with a scaly hand. His face was expressionless, but the claws on his hands still gave the Nation pause. As if sensing her unease, the merman gave a slight nod before holding up his hand again in placation. 

“Do you want me… to come closer?” 

It had been a while since Vietnam had interacted with some of her mythological creatures, but even she knew that most of them didn’t just reach out like that. Perhaps the merman was thankful for her rescue? What was he going to do now? Creatures like him did not have the same morals or beliefs like humans and Nations did. 

When the merman did not relent in reaching out, Vietnam sighed and prayed that if she did die tonight, that she would regenerate quickly so that she could get on the flight come morning. 

She grasped his hand, scaly and uncomfortably slick with slime. 

For a moment, all was still, and then—

The merman spoke. 

The words that flowed from his tongue were not at all like any sort of human tongue that Vietnam had been acquainted with for so long. The sounds and clicks were foreign to her, not bearing any resemblance to any of her closest siblings’ languages or from her fellow Nations on far off continents. Before Vietnam could connect sound to language, she saw that she was becoming ensconced in some sort of transparent cocoon. 

Trembling, she stroked the surface. 

It bent and it warped under her touch, but refused to break. 

With the hand that the merman continued to grasp her wrist, he gently tugged her underneath the water. Inside of the bubble, Vietnam couldn’t help but marvel at her surroundings. She was neither wet nor cold, cramped or uncomfortable. Rather, she imagined that this was the closest to floating on a cloud. 

As the merman continued to guide her bubble deeper into the ocean, the sights became all the more ethereal. Vietnam was no scuba diver, but she could easily guess that she was getting a front row seat to what they would have seen during their dives. Schools of fish swam gently in coordination, creatures that roamed upon the ocean floor scuttled to and fro seeking shelter. Most of the creatures paid Vietnam and the merman no mind, but there was a skittish octopus that immediately absconded the instant it saw the merman. 

Deeper and deeper the both of them went and when Vietnam was just about to ask if the merman was going to release her any time soon, they were deep into an abyss of darkness. A part of her thought that this must be the merman’s plan all along: lure her in with a false sense of security and then drown her. At the very least, if she regenerated, her body may end up floating up to the surface. Maybe.

However, the merman let go of her hand and then—

“Oh my.”

It started at the very tips of the fins at the end of his tail and then began to light up all around his body before stopping at his sculpted features. Bright, bioluminescent lights up the expanse of the darkness below and now that Vietnam was truly paying attention, she noticed that many other fish were also glowing. 

It was beautiful.

The awe must have showed on her face because no sooner did she subtly move closer to the merman as if to take a better look, the merman held her hand again and began to swim in a way that reminded her of dancing.  

And in that light of his bioluminescence, Vietnam decided that she would rather stay a little while longer.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

I've always loved mermaids and I was thinking on writing something with mer! reader and I was thinking in the mechanics of the film Aquamarine, but if im being honest what happens to Nene (JSHK) is definitely more fun and even more creative, I prefer that option

[himexyandere]

Imagine a group of three mermen find you, a human, stranded near their waters. They've never seen a human before, let alone one so cute! You're dehydrated and starving, so they take it upon themselves to nurse you back to health. They get you everything you need even before you need it, making sure you're always comfortable and satisfied. Once you're able to start walking again, the mermen start bringing you presents ranging from pearls, pretty shells, and large fish. You accept gifts from all three of them, to which they respond with confused expressions and clicks that you can't understand. They don't speak your language, obviously, but you've always been able to communicate through hand signs and pointing. They all start acting a little odd and you can't keep up with their conversations.

"She accepted all of our gifts! Does that mean she wants to mate with us all?"

"That must be it, there's no other explanation."

"She seems happy with all three of us as mates, but... Can a human truly handle our offspring..?"

The following evening, the biggest out of the mermen approaches you, cooing softly and clicking as he caresses your legs and thighs. It doesn't take you long to understand what he wants, especially when he starts spreading your legs and prodding his nose at your pussy. He eats you out with his long tongue reaching deep, webbed hands keeping your thighs spread wide so he can enjoy your cute little cunt, gushing and leaking for him. After he's made you come twice, he retreats a little, causing you to sit up in confusion. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the thing emerging from a slit located below his stomach. Not only is it long; it's also thick, curved, and intimidating. It isn't until you see that the other two mermen have appeared behind him, cocks also exposed, that you finally understand what's about to happen...

"Did you prepare her?"

"Yes, I think she's ready."

"She's our pretty mate, I'm sure she can take all three of us!"

[specshroom]

One thing I love about the Monster x Human dynamic is the possible misunderstandings that come with being separate species.

The possible cultural differences. The awkwardness. Language barriers. Anatomy differences. Maybe they mistake a platonic gesture as romantic or you mistake a romantic gesture from them as platonic.

Maybe you accidentally touch a merperson's gills and they immediately shy away at the unexpected touch. You freak out and apologise because you think you've hurt them while they try and hide their obvious arousal at the intimate touch.

Or an alien whose skin colour changes with their mood. You notice they're always a more reddish colour when near you. When you ask them about it they get even redder and try to make something up while their friends watch and snicker cus they know exactly what that colour means.

You playfully bite your werewolf partner while cuddling and they let out a very erotic groan. Now they have to try and explain to you what marking is to werewolves while also being very horny and embarrassed.

I wrote some more of these.

(づᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

[bunnis-monsters]

Different monsters reactions to your period

warning: lots of period sex, pussy eating, and blood. You have been warned!

A/N: I’m on my period and wanted to write something horny and comforting…

Werecreatures/hybrids are already going insane when you ovulate, but once you start bleeding they can’t resist properly mounting and mating you. You’re their sweet mate, and they both want to breed you and help with the pain by fucking you and eating you out until you’re too tired to think.

Vampires of course are immediately drawn to your pussy, the smell of your blood making them drool. Some are pushing your panties to the side the second you start your period, knowing before you do. They become attached to your pussy, and possibly save some of your blood for later once they’ve had their fill. They especially love to save your cum that’s mixed with period blood, finding the taste exquisite.

Mermen get extremely protective during this time, afraid you’ll attract some underwater predator that thinks you’re easy prey becuase you’re bleeding. They’ll get horny, but are more focused on protecting than procreating. They will slip into you and sing to you as they fill you will cum, though!

Androids are immediately worried, fussing over you as they scan your body to check your health status. They give you medicine, keep you in bed, and fuck their fingers into you to help soothe your bloody cunt. They sink their synthetic cock into you, claiming it’s to help with your pain, but really they just want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours and hear you mewl like never before.

Nagas stay coiled around you, struggling to understand your strange body and why they feel so horny and protective over you during this time. It makes them anxious, and they’re extra clingy as you keep their cock warm. They’re strangely fascinated by the way blood oozes from your pussy while they bounce you lightly, and definitely end up tasting it. They get addicted to it, now you have a needy, pussy drunk naga on your hands. At least it makes you feel better to cum while you’re cramping…

Incubi/demons of course become sex crazed, and you don’t get much rest while they’re keeping you pinned down. Your pussy is always puffy and abused during this time, and they lick up every last drop of your blood, seeing it as a sign that you’re healthy and ready to make love and produce offspring. After your period they become the clingiest, most doting partners ever and feel kind of bad that they went insane while you were menstruating.

[cold-kitty]

Due to very, very high demand for part two of my Yan!Mermaid (looks at my notifications and cries), here it is.

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Contains: NSFW, dub-con, same warnings as the last one other than that

Yan!Mermaid who starts clinging to your leg as you sigh, so happy that you're giving him another chance.

Yan!Mermaid who watches your hand signals and listens to your foreign words, not understanding a thing but tries to listen for your sake.

Yan!Mermaid who forces himself not to straddle you when he sits next to you, his tail swaying slowly behind him.

Yan!Mermaid who watches you fish all day, just enjoying your presence.

Yan!Mermaid who pouts and whines and clings to you when you try to leave. no no no no no! don't leave! i don't wanna be alone! stay with me, i promise to keep you warm!

Yan!Mermaid who tries to climb into the trunk of your car, and somehow manages.

Yan!Mermaid who happily slides out of your truck when you arrive home, smiling wide.

Yan!Mermaid who's surprised when you don't seem happy too. you look mad, but you suck it up and groan.

Yan!Mermaid who doesn't like how you put him in a tank with the fish you caught, he wants to sleep in your bed!

Yan!Mermaid who climbs out of the tank when you're asleep and crawls across the floor to your room, curling up in bed with you.

Yan!Mermaid who lets his mind wander to when he was grinding against you, how good it felt. y-your skin is so w-warm and soft... a-ah...

Yan!Mermaid who is immediately worked up again, pressing himself against you tight.

Yan!Mermaid who lets his hands greedily trail over you, gently squeezing your thighs and watching the flesh bounce back into place.

Yan!Mermaid who hesitantly pulls down your pants. he promises himself that he's just looking, but he can't resist the temptation. s-so pretty...

Yan!Mermaid who starts by squishing the flesh of your ass, watching it jiggle. he continues to do that for a while, almost mesmerized. he loves watching you squirm in your sleep too.

Yan!Mermaid who sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and getting them wet.

Yan!Mermaid who starts by pushing one finger into you, slowly so he doesn't hurt you. he watches how your unconscious body squirms and reacts to the intrusion.

Yan!Mermaid who slowly pushes another finger into you, but that wakes you up. you look behind you almost immediately, a horrified look on your face.

Yan!Mermaid who expects you to hurt him, staring at you with wide and fearful eyes. he starts moving his fingers nonetheless, hoping that it might calm you down, twisting and curling them with slight hesitation. oh please don't hate me! you're just so irresistible!

Yan!Mermaid who watches as your body starts to quiver softly, your head falling back into the pillow. you were giving up to the pleasure, even if reluctantly.

Yan!Mermaid who feels encouraged, his fingers thrusting fasted, twisting and curling them to his hearts content. he makes sure to get real close to you so he can hear all of your soft whimpers and moans. a-ah... keep making those sounds... so cute...

Yan!Mermaid who keeps this up until you cum, and oh my God is he so happy. he watches as you convulse softly, pulling his fingers out and licking them. he doesn't mind if it's nasty if it's you.

Yan!Mermaid who lowers himself down and starts licking up the cum that fell onto the bed.

Yan!Mermaid who pats your back reassuringly as he positions himself behind you, helping you out though the whole thing. stroking your hair, praising you in his language, kissing every inch of your body, going as slow as he can.

Yan!Mermaid who cuddles you the whole night after that, kissing you softly. he's so happy, so fucking happy. he finally got to mate with you like a real lover, even if it was only one short round.

(BONUS NSFW: Yan!Mermaid definitely does analingus, %100. Yan!Mermaid puts your needs and wants before his, if he wants to go fast and you want to go slow he goes slow. he hates seeing you in crying, so he refuses to overstimulate you, nothing rough or degrading, and he doesn't dare leave marks on you. Yan!Mermaid AFTERCARE, SO MUCH OF IT.)

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Does anyone know how mermaid dick works? Like honestly, how. Is it in the tail? Just hanging out there? HOW!?

~🐈‍⬛

[selineram3421]

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Chapter List

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Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7: Not yet made/in the process.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Hypnotic Affection

Yandere Merman x Mermaid Reader x Merman

TW: manipulation, hypnotism/ drugging, tentacles, kidnapping, yandere themes, delusional behavior, etc.

Since you were young, you had been betrothed to a shark merman named Marin. Marin was a cantankerous individual and was quite rude to you since you weren’t a shark mermaid. The only reason the two of you were even betrothed was so your clans would stopped fighting… yet you knew you’d be miserable with Marin.

You often attempted to court him with various shells you’d find but he’d always rebuff you. “These shells are too small, you’ll need something better than some measly clams to have me look your way longer than a few minutes.”

His words were always as sharp as his teeth. His clawed hands would always chuck your clam shells away no matter how pretty they were, it broke your heart. You really wanted to make this marriage work… maybe he’d budge if you found a conch shell?

You bowed your head to your fiancè before you headed off back toward the sea. Marin had no idea this would be the last time he’d see you in awhile…

You swam farther and farther from home until you spotted a conch. You were on the edge of deep sea territory, so it was best to be careful or else you’d get swept up in the current… but it would be worth it if you’d gift the conch to Marin and he’d finally accept you, right?

Your eyes lit up as you slowly swam towards it but you were quickly snatched up in large tentacles, a screech left your lips when the tentacles tighter around you.

A different merman quirked their head at you as they shimmied out from their hiding spot in the coral. “A-a mermaid? I’m sorry.”

The coral colored tentacles quickly released you before ghostly pale hands began to examine your body in worry. “I just thought you were a fish… I hadn’t meant to lunge at you.”

You were surprised by how shy this merman was, his hands trembled as he shakily checked your arms to make sure there were no marks.

“I’m perfectly okay, I’m (your name). What’s your name?” The octopus merman’s cheeks went aflame when you asked him for his name.

“I-I’m Ren! I’m an octopus.” Ren’s tentacles folded into one another as if they were comforting his nerves. “I still apologize for scaring you… I’ve never seen another mermaid before.”

You smiled at Ren and offered him your hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ren. I hadn’t meant to trespass your area… it seems I wandered a bit too far.”

“I-it’s no issue at all!” Ren beamed, his dark eyes filled with stars while his tentacles flailed in excitement. “If you want, you can stay in my burrow with me! It’s quite comfy in here.”

“That’s so sweet of you.” (Your name) beamed at Ren who ushered her inside. The merman began to become a bit jittery when she accepted so easily. He’s been wanting a mate for so long… and now she was finally here!

Ren sealed his den shut as soon as she swam in. His tentacles blocked the exit watch a large boulder. “It’s to keep predators out!” Ren reassured her as he lead her around his small home. She marveled at the various jars and vegetation he kept. “I’m a sea witch.”

“Wow! That’s really fascinating!” Ren blushed again when you didn’t mock him for being a sea witch. It made his heart flutter. You were so sweet and that made him even happier… the only issue was that you were a different species than him…

“How about I show you a few tricks?” Ren was so happy when you accepted. The octopus merman showed you a very simple spell that made his home brighter. He was thrilled when you clapped your hands and smiled. Ren was so happy to no longer be alone… and he would never let you go.

Ren offered you a meal and you happily ate with him. The vegetation made your brain a bit foggy, but the taste was delightful. Had Ren always been so attractive?

Ren smiled at your sleepy form as you yawned. “Here, how about you spend the night? It’ll be so much safer for you that way.”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you into his den. His tentacles pulled you into an embrace as he smiled. This was just too easy…

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you entered Ren’s burrow since Ren would often feed you every time you tried to leave. Ren made you such lovely meals that you slowly began to forget what even brought you to this end of the sea. You really liked Ren, so why did you have to leave again? You felt as if there was some strange phenomenon happening around you and yet you didn’t care anymore… you liked being with Ren!

Meanwhile, Marin was in shambles. You had been missing for a week now. You always showed up every other day with your stupid smile as you held up some shells you found to him… you were never away from him for long. Marin searched your home in the anemones and he searched all the reefs around yet you were nowhere to be found… were you okay? You didn’t try to go find a bigger shell for him, did you?

You didn’t know it, but Marin always gathered up all the shells he’d throw. He just wanted to look tough in front of you… but now he knew it was a mistake. You wouldn’t risk your life for a shell when you were already engaged to him, right? You were already enough… you were always enough.

A month had went by and you were still missing. Marin now took more desperate measures of swimming out farther and farther… until he spotted a conch. The shark merman rushed towards the shell and began to examine the ocean floor until he spotted a sealed off den. The merman quickly swam toward the rock and searched for a crack until he could peek in there. The sight before him horrified him.

Ren’s purple appendages slid up and down your delicate tail as his hands grasped at your hips. “Would you like to be my mate, (your name)?” Your head felt so dizzy and you could only nuzzle into him. Ren smiled down at your obedient form. What a perfect mate you’d be! It was just so easy to ensnare you and to hypnotize you with his potions… it was all so easy-

Ren was shocked when the boulder to the den was shoved open and a shark merman lunged at him. Ren screamed when one of his appendages were bitten off by the shark. Marin’s large gray form quickly scooped you up and made a swim for it. Ren tried to snatch you back, but Marin easily evaded the tentacles. Ren began to scream as he tried to give chase, but the blood gushing from his missing arm would attract more sharks… he’d have to come back for you another day…

Marin didn’t look back once until the two of you were an hour away. The shark set you down on a rock as he began to examine your body for any wounds. “You’re okay now… we’re going home.”

You tilt your head to the side in confusion at Marin’s words. Who was this merman and why did he seem so familiar? “But I was home? I live with Ren.”

Marin felt a sob rack through him before he bent down and pulled you into a hug. What had that octopus done to you? Marin would protect you this time, he’d help you get back to normal. “You’re safe now… you’re safe.”

You often sat in a trance in Marin’s den. It was as if you were in a whole other world despite being next to him, a world where Marin could no longer reach you.

“Look! I have all the shells you gave me on the walls.” Marin gestured to the various colorful clamshells with a smile. “I’m sorry I was mean before, but that didn’t mean I didn’t like you! I really do care for you, I swear.”

Marin was filled with hope each day when you’d glance at the shells but his hopes would always be dashed when you’d tilt your head off to the side. “Do I know you?”

“I’m Marin... I’m your fiance.” Marin was so frustrated that you couldn’t remember him. He had tried everything… from taking you to every spot you two grew up together to your old den, yet nothing clicked. You only ever wanted to ask about that damned octopus merman.

Marin often cuddled beside you when it was time to sleep. His muscular arms felt so strange around you compared to Ren’s slender ones. You really missed Ren…

“Psst, (your name).” You perked up when you heard Ren’s voice. You gave him a big smile before you slinked out of Marin’s arms. “Let’s go home.”

You quickly swam towards the octopus merman who scooped you into a tight hug. A big smile on his face when you accepted him. He almost felt bad for Marin if it wasn’t for the fact that the shark merman was the entire reason the two of you met! What a sucker…

[dragonsholygrail]

The Kiss of Fate

Shark Hybrid x fem!reader x Merman— fingering (f!receiving), slight cuckolding, masturbation, double penetration, creampie, cockwarming

Shark Hybrid bf loves everything more when he gets to experience it with you. When once he loathed the land he now loves it as it’s where he can spend countless hours with you. And when once his home within the ocean caves were lonely and dreary, now he’s seen it through your eyes and it’s the second most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. The first, of course, being you.

But experiencing the ocean with you, his lovely mate, comes with a price. A price terrible yet worth it. You see, as a Shark Hybrid his kiss doesn’t have the ability the let humans breathe underwater. So when he wishes to take you into the ocean, he has to ask for help from his rival, the Merman.

He hates the way the Merman swims up to them all smug, the way he looks at you as he sweeps you up in his arms, and the way the Merman looks at him, smirking as he kisses you with the simmering heat of an underwater volcano.

But most of all he hates how much it turns him on to watch you getting kissed so roughly. Because fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever seen. His cock hardens the longer you get swept up into the kiss.

When his length pops from its sheath his hand itches with the urge to pump himself to the sight of you. The Merman’s gaze flickers back to him and a spark of understanding passes between them.

The Merman needs no further explanation besides the sight of your bfs cock. His kiss with you grows more passionate, his webbed fingers trailing down your body and dipping into your bathing suit. That jolts you out of your trance and you glance at your bf, shocked to see him touching himself. Your brows furrow in uncertainty but at your bf’s encouraging nod you slowly turn back to the Merman who gazes at you as if you’re his most precious treasure.

With his arms holding you tightly, the Merman swims deeper into the ocean, leading you and your bf into what you assume is his home as you resurface into a cave with an air pocket.

The Merman pins you against the wall of his cave, his mouth back on yours and his hand resuming its place as he nearly rips your suit off in his haste and swipes his long digits through your folds. You whimper against his mouth, legs wrapping around his tail.

“Goddess, I’ve been waiting for this day. But I knew it’d happen. Knew one day you’d both be mine,” the Merman pants in between kisses, his hands roaming all over you as if he’d spent so much energy holding back and now he’s been let loose to give into his desires.

His cock falls from its sheath and joins his hand, grinding his length against your pussy while his fingers rub diligently at your clit. You cry out, body rocking into his hard cock. Hands weaving into his hair to keep him close.

You know exactly what he’s talking back. The hidden tension and desire that always floated between the three of you. A pot of boiling water just waiting to spill over. Every meeting, every kiss, and every glance. Bringing you all closer to the inevitable.

Your bf’s hands grip your waist as he slides himself behind you against the wall. You immediately moan and arch back against him as you feel his cock nestle between your thick thighs. With your body on display the Merman delves down, kissing along your neck.

“Don’t act like you knew I’d eventually give in,” your bf snaps as if angry. But the husky tone of his voice betrays him. He was just as aware as you all were. This was meant to be.

The Merman lifts his head, his smirk as smug and arrogant as ever as he gazes at your bf. His hand reaching out to cup the Shark Hybrids cheek and he can’t resist leaning into the touch. Only serving to make the Merman more smug.

“Of course I did, I have eyes,” he responds cheekily in a way you’ve grown to find endearing. “Now let us claim our mate before I lose my patience.”

His gaze sharpens with a burning heat that inflames your insides despite being in the cold water. He wastes no time guiding his cock to your entrance, the buildup up of it all has his length sinking inside you with ease. Mirroring moans leave you both as he stretches you so wonderfully. The Merman cries out, throwing his head back.

“You feel even better than I imagined. So tight. So fucking warm,” the Merman exclaims, losing himself in the feel of you.

Just as you’re starting to adjust to the Merman’s side, your bf’s fingers playfully trail down your back till they tease at your other hole. You whimper pathetically, desperately wanting them both inside you. Your bf shushes you gently, leaning down and kissing your temple.

“Don’t worry, mate. You’ll have us both. We’re here for you. I’m right here,” he whispers in your ear and you angle your head to kiss him.

Shark Hybrid bf kisses you slowly as he preps your ass for him. Your hips instinctively rock into the feeling, causing the Merman to hiss sharply as he tries to hold back. Waiting for your bf. And when he finally does enter you, joining the Merman inside your body, the cave echos with wanton cries and grunts.

The two Merfolk begin to move together and you gasp at the sensation, your eyes rolling back as you feel so full stuffed with two thick cocks. You clench around them, not being able to get enough and they both growl. The sound letting you know you’re in for a wild ride.

Your bf instantly picks up pace, pounding into your ass and giving it to you just how he knows you like it. The Merman quickly follows, furiously snapping his hips against yours and forcing his cock in as deep as you can take it. You scream in pleasure, holding onto them both as they take you for a ride. Forcing waves of pleasure onto your body with no remorse.

The two work in complete tandem, making sure when one is thrusting out, the other is plunging back in. Ensuring you’re never without a cock inside your addictive body. The overwhelming sensations constantly clashing and overpowering the over leaves you weak and limp in their hold. Endless moans fall from your dropped jaw as you’re helpless to the strike of your senses.

When you can no longer hold it back, your body seizes, a fierce shriek vibrating off the walls of the cave as your thrown off the edge and into the deep end of euphoria. Your orgasm moves its way through your quivering body as your mates help work you through it. Their thrusts turning erratic at your constant clenching.

They both spill their cum inside you, one after the other. Their hot release filling your insides, spurt after spurt splashes along your walls, leaving your belly slightly distended. Four webbed hands are caressing your body and two sets of lips silently praise you for how good you were for them.

You lean into them both just as you lean into this new chapter of your life. Knowing that neither of you will be able to leave the Merman now and that you both won’t want to. The three of you together just feels right. And now that you’ve had it you can’t imagine it any other way.

As you meet your bf’s eye you know his thoughts are running along the same path as yours. With a subtle nod and a gentle kiss to your throat he confirms it for you. A giddy feeling bursts through you and you naturally clench, causing your mates to groan in unison. Their cocks slowly hardening again for another round, wanting nothing more than to please their mates.

[happypeaceperson]

Part of your world: Chapter: 1

- Prince Eric x male reader

Chapter 2: here

Please read what's linked here before reading this!!

This part probably feels very rushed as I'm trying to get to writing the reader with eric parts as fast as I can because Im so excited to finally be writing for Eric. This is defenitly more of an Introduction as there isn't much reader and Eric interactions but I did try to make it interesting!!

You found yourself laying on a piece of rock, facing the piece of land that covered your horizon. You went to this specific rock many times a day, just to sit there and imagine what life on land would be like. How the sand would feel beneath your feet, or even how it felt to have feet. You could think of countless things you could do if you ever got a chance to go to the land. The foods you would try, the clothes you would wear. You yearned for that life. 

You were taken out of your thoughts at the sound of your sister, Ariel, calling out to you. "Y/n! There you are" she said, swimming up towards the rock. You turned to face her. "I was told to come get you" 

"And you knew to come here?" You questioned. 

"Yeah, this rock is the only place you ever go" She laughs, clearly making fun of you lack of social life under the sea. 

"Haha" You respond sarcastically. You go back to questioning her "Who told you to come get me?" 

"Oh!" She says clearly remembering why she was there. "Father wanted to see you." You roll your eyes as you start to climb off the rock. "He sounded really mad." She adds, giving a concerned look. 

You inhale softly before diving into the water. You arrived at your fathers throne room. You hated this room. It was the main place you stayed, if you weren't on your rock. Since you were the King's only son in the mix of many daughters, you didn't revive a part of the sea to rule over. Instead he made you one of the main guards to stand by him in the throne room. It was the most boring thing he could ever make you do. You would rather be forced to count the sand that lay around the castle instead. 

You already felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you began to enter the throne room. King Triton sat on his throne,clearly irritated. 

"And where were you?" He immediately asked, barely letting you enter the room. 

"Just swimming around." You lied. Triton didn't like you or your sisters to even think about anything beyond the sea, not since your mother was killed. This didn't stop you or Ariel from taking artefacts from shipwrecks that had fallen to the bottom of the sea. 

"Just swimming around?" He mocked your answer, clearly not buying the excuse. He raised his voice. "Do not lie to me. I know what you were doing." He exhaled. His voice softened, not wanting to shout at his only son. "I've told you and Ariel about how I feel about you two interacting with anything to do with the land people." He looks at you. 

You took a deep breath before responding "I know, but father you don't understand I-" 

"I don't want to hear it," Triton interrupts. "I do not want you to even think about anything related to the land, you understand?" Your father says sternly. 

"I understand" You agree, bowing your head, not wanting to fight back. 

"Good, you can leave now." He orders. 

You leave quickly. You were angry, not just at your father but also at yourself for not standing up for yourself against Triton. 

"Y/n wait up!" Ariel called out, swimming up to you with her fish friend flounder. "What was that about?" She asked. 

"The usual" Ariel nodded, knowing what you meant. "Why can't he just understand that this life he's forcing me into isn't what I desire." You ask, looking at her. 

"Have you tried explaining that to him?" Flounder questioned. 

"Many times, each one being shut down before I could even finish the sentence." You respond. 

Suddenly the three of you heard a loud explosion. You all looked up, seeing bright colours shoot across the top of the sea. You swim up to get a closer look, Ariel following behind. You both emerge from the water. There was a ship in front of you, above it being the cause of the noise. The colours in the sky were more prominent now. You watched in awe as the colours spread out across the night sky. You looked over at Ariel, her gaze also focused on the beautiful event happening in front of you two. You sigh, turning to swim back down, not wanting your father to know about this. 

Before you could go back down into the sea, you and Ariel heard shouting coming from the ship. "What the-" You say to yourself as you turn to see what caused the commotion. You watched as an orange hue began to grow across the ship. "Fire" you whispered to Ariel. You and Ariel watched as the passengers got onto a small boat that was released from the ship and dropped into the water below it.  They began to row the boats away from their ship that was being taken over by a raging fire. 

You heard one of the men point towards the ship while shouting a name. "Eric!" You turned your attention back to the ship. You watched as a man, who you assumed was Eric, run up to a dog that was barking. He picked the dog up, throwing it into the ocean below to save it from the flames. Ariel dived under the water, going to help the dog reach the men who were calling for the dog. The ship began to move. You looked back up to the man who helped the dog. He was about to jump down until the movement from the ship caused him to fall back. You watched as he left your view. There was a crashing sound from the ship before the sound of something hitting the water. 

Diving under the water, you saw the cause of the splash. You watched as the man who once stood on the ship, started to sink down into the sea. You swam over to him,dodging the debris from the ship that had started to sink. You wrapped your arms under his and began to pull him back up to the surface. You kept your hold on him, looking around to see what you should do with the unconscious man in your arms. You couldn't bring him towards the others as they would see you. Instead you decided to swim back to land, carefully carrying the man with you. 

It took a bit but you finally reached the land. You felt the heat on your back as the sun began to rise. Your hand rested on the man's chest, monitoring his breathing. You moved your hand to move his hair out of his face to get a closer look at him. He was cute. You felt yourself blushing at the sight of him. You recalled the name that you heard the men call him. "Eric" You said with a smile. 

You heard him groan. He was waking up. He must have heard you say his name. You panicked, quickly turning to go back to the sea. You couldn't let him see you. You re-emerged from the sea, from a further distance, watching as people rushed towards the beach you left him on. They helped him stand as he woke up. You dived back down, heading back to find Ariel. 

You noticed your sisters were where the ship wreck happened."I don't know what Y/n and Ariel find so interesting about the land people, all they cause is trouble." You heard one of them complain. They were cleaning the debris that had fallen on the coral reef below it. One of them noticed you swimming towards them. "Finally he's here." She exclaimed, causing the rest of your sisters to turn. 

You looked around. "Where's Ariel?" You questioned them. 

"Oh, father came for her." One of them answered. "He was looking for you too." 

"Yeah and he was pretty mad." Another added. Great. You swore everytime someone told you that Triton wanted to speak to you it was always followed with a comment about his anger towards you. 

You groaned in annoyance as you turned to head towards the castle yet again. This felt like a daily occurrence lately. You heard him talking to Ariel as you began to enter. 

"Look who finally decided to join us." He said as you caught his attention. Ariel turned to face you. "I don't even have to ask where you were," he said. 

"Father if you just listen" Ariel asked, desperate to explain what happened. 

"You two disobeyed my orders countless times. I'm sick of repeating myself to you two." He complains, annoyance plaguing his voice. 

"A man was drowning." You said, cutting off your fathers rant. "I couldn't let him die." You looked up to face Triton. 

"You know what those people did to your mother, they-" 

"They are evil?" You finished his sentence. "Or is that just your view on them? Father not all of them are what you make them out to be, I watched as that man saved an innocent dog that he could have left to die. He risked his life to save it, would you call that evil?" You clenched your fists as you gave a stern look towards Triton. You could tell he was taken aback by the sudden attitude change from you.

"One action doesn't define a person" he tries to explain. 

"But the one action of a random person killing mom defines every person??" You shot back, starting to get annoyed. 

Your father exhales. "I'm not dealing with your delusional thoughts, you will never understand what they are like up on the land." Your fathers voice begins to get more agitated. "I do not want you or Ariel to go anywhere near the surface ever again. If I hear about either of you disobeying me again there will be consequences. For you Y/n I will be making you practise your guard duties everyday from now on, Sebastian here will act as a supervisor making sure you follow my orders." He points towards the crab that acts as his reporter.

Your eyes widen in shock. "Father, don't you think that's too extra? I mean, you're taking away his sense of freedom" Ariel says anxiously in an attempt to defend you. 

"It's his own fault, I've given you both warnings and I feel you won't listen unless there are real consequences to them. Now leave." He orders.

You exhaled, fighting back tears. "I hate you." You say, shaking your head in disbelief. You left quickly, not being able to stand the sight of your father anymore. 

You swam for what felt like an hour. You stopped, shouting out to yourself. Tears began to rush down your face. You heard someone call your name. You turned to see Sebastian slowly following behind you. 

"I'm not interested in listening to anything my father has to say" You say as Sebastian reaches you. 

"I'm not here with anything from your father, I'm here to talk to you." He explains. 

"Well I'm not interested in that either" You glance over at him.

"I get your mad but you should really understand that your father does care for you and Ariel, he's just trying to- '' Your attention was taking from what Sebastian was ranting about but instead on an eel swimming in the distance. You squint your eyes, trying to get a better look. You watch as it swims away. You decide to follow it, wanting an excuse to leave the conversation. "Hey where are you going?" Sebastian shouts at you. He rolls his eyes as he begins to follow you. 

You follow the eel until it enters a cave. The cave had a light coming from inside. You stop outside, not knowing if you should enter. "HEY!" Sebastian calls to you. "Do not go in there. Supposedly that's the home of the sea witch." He explains 

Sea witch? You thought to yourself. You turn to face him. "A witch? Like one who could cast a spell" you question. 

"I mean that's what a witch is most known for." Sebastian answers. "Wait you aren't-" He suddenly realises why you are so interested. "Oh nononono, you are not going to do what I think you are." You smirk at him before deciding to swim through the hole that the eel did a moment ago. 

You could hear Sebastian complaining as you went deeper into the hole. You exited the hole entering some room. You looked around, trying to find the eel or anything interesting. Your eyes feel on a cauldron that sat in the middle of the room. Suddenly you heard a voice coming from behind you. "Finally I've been waiting for you." You froze in fear, turning to see who was speaking to you… 

[nine-of-words]

No Vacancy (Part Six - END)

M Orc x M Merfolk Reader

PREVIOUS || STORY TAG

Wordcount: 4035

Content Warnings: Spawning, Slit Fucking, Anal Sex (Reader Bottoms)

It’s actually finished~ If you made it here, then sincerely, thank you so much for reading! It’s made me really happy to see the same handful of names trickle into my notifications as each part was posted. Hopefully I’ll see some familiar names for the next story I post here, too. :)

You wake up with the sun in your eyes, and the texture of coarse, pebbly sand against your back. Cool waves lap against your partially submerged flank in a gentle rhythm. A small crab that was investigating you scuttles away, escaping from the tide rolling in.

…Right. After you reached the end of your stamina last night, you fell asleep on a sandbar.

You had wordlessly taken the contract from Varuj and ripped it to shreds, leaving its finely torn pieces to disintegrate in the ocean.

Then, you took off like a torpedo.

You had swam and swam, as fast as you could muster and as far as you could go, fueled by nothing but your unbridled rage.

Surely it was all some kind of trick- that the rune previously stamped on your back would still trip some sort of alarm when you crossed an arbitrary boundary. 

But it never did.

You still kept swimming until the buzz of anger in the back of your head subsided; the physical act of pushing your body to its limit is always a reliable way for you to work off any overwhelming negative feelings.

You swam so hard that you were far over the border before you realized- 

The rune is really gone. Your debt is really gone.

…You're free.

Sure, it may have taken you swimming all the way to the western Zephyric Ocean in a belligerent fugue to finally let that sink in, but you got there eventually.

Freedom from your pervasive debt has brought every bit of peace of mind as you had hoped for, now that you’ve worked off the initial anger and sense of betrayal.

But even laying here in this beautiful and serene tropical beachscape, you can't help but already feel a bit bored.

You want to be moving. You need to be doing something. You need a goal. Stagnancy has never been your style.

The question remains: what are you going to do now?

Going back to your family isn’t an option for you. You refuse to show up and be used as a scapegoat for another one of their debts. You’d rather be alone than used.

But as far as purely sea-faring Merfolk like yourself are concerned, the only real requirement for life is being able to catch or forage enough food to sustain yourself - something you're fully capable of doing. Everything else is ultimately a luxury.

So, the world is your oyster. You can do anything you want, really. It's not as if you don't have options.

You can always go back to courier work - the honest, above-board kind you did before getting wrapped up in pirate business. Or, you could always pivot into one of the other various aquatic based vocations. Or, you could just take the opportunity to travel with nothing tying you down…

But what is it you actually want with your newfound freedom?

A slow sigh filters out from your lips, and you compact the damp sand underneath your webbed hands in thought.

Deep down, you know there’s already somewhere you’d like to be. It's just a question of how long you're going to be stubborn and deny it to yourself.

Or… you could just skip that step altogether. The trip here was more than enough self-reflection for you.

Moreover, it's already a week into Spawn and you haven’t mated with your partner even once, and your body isn’t very pleased about it.

You slowly move off of the sandbar and into deeper water.

The trip back to the Indra-Thalassic is one of a much more leisurely pace. It’s sort of nice to swim languidly through the water column for a change. Instead of trying to keep a tight schedule to make a looming deadline.

Taking a more leisurely pace outside of tunnel-vision allows you to notice so many more things. It feels weird to think about, but the way you’ve been rushing from place to place the last five or so years, you haven’t really stopped to notice much of anything. You haven’t had the time.

So, the sea moss growing on a long-capsized vessel catches your attention. So do the different shapes and textures of an expansive coral reef that you’ve rushed by countless times before. So does the shimmer of a particularly large school of bait fish, whose scales reflect light filtering from above in every color of a prism. What once might have been annoying obstacles or something you didn’t give any thought to are now opportunities to slow down and enjoy a pleasant moment, for no other reason than to experience it.

You only become more convinced of your own conviction to return as you continue the journey back- but there's still the question if Varuj will even accept you when you get there. You didn't exactly leave on great terms.

You'd be lying to yourself if you claimed you weren't gutted by the thought of him turning cold on you now, after everything…

The closer you get, though, the more of a yearning, aching tug in your abdomen there is. Even if you wanted to turn around because you doubted Varuj’s desire to see you, you find yourself continuing on. You’re spawnlocked to him, after all, and the need is too big for you to just ignore.

Finally, the familiar shape of the keel of Varuj’s ferry becomes visible in the distance, seemingly stationary. You find yourself slowing to a gradual stop as you get closer- not even the dull thrum of the need to Spawn in the background pushing you towards the boat is enough to override your overwhelming sense of shame. At the same time, the pull of tremendous lust is only getting more intense the longer you stay this close, yet out of reach. 

You don’t think you’ve agonized about boarding any other boat even a fraction as much as you have this one. Even having to return to Uttar’s ship after each job didn't make your nerves wind this tightly.

This time there seems to be a plausible reason to stall though, as it sounds like Varuj is having a conversation with Rosing on the edge of the lower deck. Nothing seems too out of place, though they are anchored pretty far from shore, though that might be due to the clearly over-crowded port visible on the horizon. 

“... be safe.”

“...don’t overwork… hot out…”

Whatever they’re saying doesn’t carry quite far enough for you to make out clearly, but going off of the snippets you do hear and their body language, it seems to be a departure. 

Your assumption is almost immediately proven right when Rosing hops off the lower deck with a waterproof pack on her back, quickly swimming off towards the harbor.

Is she going to swim the whole way to port? The old lady must be more fit than you thought…. As if she could hear your thoughts she stops dead in the water, turning her head to lock membrane-shielded eyes with you.

What the…

Before you can comprehend what to even do in this situation, she gestures to her eyes and then back at you, and then points forcefully to the boat with the sternest look you've ever seen her give, which is saying something.

Her pink frills flare out and you don't need to be fully fluent in kobold variety of sign get the message she spells out:

<Fix your mess.>

If you weren’t generally on friendly terms, you would be truly terrified. 

You're shocked motionless for a few seconds, then slowly nod. Seemingly satisfied, she nods back, then turns to continue her swim towards the harbor until the distance swallows her form.

You’re… going to get on the boat. You’re going to swim right up and climb onto the lower deck like a civilized person and talk to the man you love like it’s a normal conversation and like you haven’t been acting on raw, wild emotion for the last full day.

…Any minute now.

What started as somewhat cowardly lollygagging turns into more captivated observation. From your adjusted position treading water, you now have a clear view of Varuj working on the boat.

He’s dressed in a way you’ve only seen him a handful of times, usually when there’s no one else on the boat but you and Rosing, and it’s a sweltering, humid day like today; a brightly patterned orange lungi tucked up on itself, and nothing else.

He seems to be doing some general maintenance; he’s scrubbing the floors with a deck brush, his broad pecs and arm muscles contracting and stretching with each stroke. It's hard to not let your mind wander back to the last time they were wrapped around you.

The persistent warmth spreading across your stomach is hard to ignore now, as is the throbbing growing more overt by the minute.

The last vestiges of your anger at him you were holding onto ebb away as you watch him go about his work. The small quirks in his behavior shine through even when no one's around to see, and it only makes the smitten feeling that much worse.

By time he appears satisfied with his cleaning job, he's sporting a sheen from the effort, the ruddy undertone of his dark skin accentuated by the exertion.

Varuj approaches the closest edge of the lower deck. You wonder for a moment if he's spotted you, but the angle doesn’t seem like it’d be possible for him to see you in your position off to the side.

“Whew-” He wipes the sweat from his brow, looking out from the open ocean-facing side of the ferry for a few moments.

Seemingly finding nothing, he heaves a long, drawn out sigh.

Then he begins to undo the gathering of fabric around his waist.

Your gills stop pumping on their own momentarily in anticipation, though it feels a bit silly when you realize it. It's not like you haven't seen him naked before…

Regardless, as soon as the colorful fabric is parted and falls aside, every other thought empties from your brain. Your pupils constrict in intense focus.

After scanning the horizon one more time, Varuj steps off the deck and plunges into the water feet first with a splash.

And then, you’re face to face underwater. If his eyes weren’t screwed closed to keep the salt water out, he��d suddenly be staring you down, just out of reach.

You’re struck with intense concern for a moment- What is he thinking?!- but then he swims back up to the surface. You follow him up without even thinking about it, rising chest and shoulders out of the calm waves.

“Haah!” He lets out a deep, chesty bellow of air in relief as he breaks the water, spraying a mist of droplets in front of him. He splashes a handful of cool water across his face and scrubs it in, then slicks his hair back. The now wet gold studs in his ears and nose glitter in the sunlight.

Your blood pumps audibly in your ears. Your skin tingles with barely contained arousal.

He’s too close now. 

You can’t take it anymore.

And just as you’re losing your hold on yourself, he lowers his hands and opens his eyes. 

There’s a moment of utter bewilderment at the whole person suddenly in the water in front of him, but then the light of recognition quickly appears in his eyes.

The tenuous grip you still had on your restraint snaps. You access your full swimming speed and close the distance between your bodies before he can open his mouth to speak. Your already spawn-elongated fins stiffen and fan out in excitement. 

You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms over his yoke. You grasp him by the base of the neck and crush your lips against his, barely avoiding getting a mouthful of ivory.

When he recovers from the initial shock, you feel one hand grab your waist underwater, the other arm assumingly working double-time to keep him floating.

His lips taste like salt and his thick hair feels good gripped against the webbing between your fingers. You bring your other hand to hold his jaw, and keep ravenously kissing him like you need it to live- your gills filtering the water you’re still half submerged in- and you suddenly remember that he quite literally does need air to live. You abruptly break off, though it’s extremely difficult to pull your mouth off of his.

“Oh- hi,” He takes a large lungful of air and laughs when you part. A wide, surprised grin appears between his curved tusks, and water still drips down the bridge of his nose. “That’s…That’s certainly a way to say hello.”

“I-Hah- Fuck it, we can talk later-!” You groan and dig your fingers into his shoulder, pressing more desperate kisses to his neck and chin, stubble pricking your lips. “Right now- I need you!”

“Okay- Mmph-” Varuj says, half into your mouth as you keep kissing him through his words. “Let’s get out of- Mmf- the water-”

He has a point. You’re very fit, but you don’t think you have the strength to support a fully grown, densely built orc man in open water without the risk of drowning him, especially not in your current mindless, urgently horny state.

Varuj breaks away from your grasp just long enough to hoist himself back up onto a sitting position on the lower deck. You can barely wait for him to get situated further aboard before you leap out after him, sloshing a surge of seawater over the deck as you go and knocking Varuj onto his back in the process.

He lets out a slight grunt when the air is knocked out of him and sits back up halfway, but you can’t stop now. You plant yourself between his slightly spread legs, supporting yourself with either hand on the deck beside his torso. 

You lean down to kiss him, feverish and unrelenting, pressing yourself to him.

Varuj’s fingers thread through your braids and find the sensitive spot behind your facial fins, holding you firmly for leverage while his tongue struggles with yours. Teeth press gently into the spongy tissue of your tongue and the soft give of your bottom lip. 

You rub your swollen slit against his already half-hard cock, further coaxing it to stand. The movements are no longer fully under your control now, instead purely driven by lustful instinct to mate.

Even this is almost too much for you in your overstimulated state. Each slippery, supple drag and glide causes the many nerves in that area to send jolts of thrill directly down your spine. Every deep seated groan uttered into your mouth rumbles against your chest. 

It feels too good- the simple fact that it’s him is almost overwhelming in its correctness.

Finally feeling a sufficient level of stiffness against your warm, pinked stomach, you raise your chest and stomach off of him, freeing up a clear view of where your flank is pressed against his groin. You split your vent with the fingers of one hand. Now lacking any resistance, your cock, almost insultingly agreeably, quickly slides out from the top portion of your slit, past the purple webbing between your index and middle finger.

You knew being spawnlocked was why you were having such trouble before, but it’s still giving you an incredible vindication to see hard evidence with your own eyes that it’s indeed the case.

You’re not defective. You’re just in love with him.

Varuj's hands find the sides of your flank, gripping you in expectation. A shuddering sigh seeps out of your mouth at the supportive pressure of his fingertips on your body.

"Aah-" He watches intently down the hirsute surface of torso as you catch his flushed, glistening cockhead in the squishy cleft of your vent.

Assured that you’re lined up correctly, you switch your attention to watch Varuj’s facial expressions twist in pleasure as you work.

He lets your name spill out on a reverent exhale, and his cock starts to easily disappear inside of your drenched slit as you sink yourself down his length.

You take him all the way to the hilt. Grinding your pelvis down against his as far as it can go, you can feel the metal piercings at his cock's base. They roll over the thin, sensitive membrane between the underside of where your cock rises from and the rim of your hole, making you shudder.

You shamelessly chase more of the feeling, lifting yourself to plunge back down and hit the spot that’s making your voice hitch in your chest over and over again.

“Nngh-” Varuj thrusts up into you, meeting your movements as well as he can, being pinned to the deck by your weight. Any remnants of politely waiting for you to do what you like seem to fall away, with his strong grip helping to force you back down after each rise.

You’re already barely hanging on when Varuj moves one hand from his hold on the round of your lower hip, and instead wraps it around your quivering dick. He starts to stroke you at a relentless pace, clearly only one goal in mind and not wasting any time getting there.

You’re stunned rigid, muscles locking up, dazed- and completely unwind in a blur. Varuj’s hand continues to pump you through, not seeming to not notice, or at least not mind, that you’re shooting directly across his abdomen.

An almost euphoric sense of relief washes over you, all of the hot sting of this wave of biological need purged from your body now that you’ve gotten the release you were seeking.

Varuj continues to jab upwards into you, and you continue to weakly squeeze around him as much as you can muster. Your arms tremble trying to hold yourself up after the soul-wracking peak you just experienced. 

It doesn’t take much longer for him to cum, the spreading feeling of heat a fulfilling end to your shared efforts.

After a moment, you limply slide off of him with a soft thud, the side of your body still touching his. You stretch out in the sunlight, trying to soothe the ache in your sore muscles. 

Varuj chases his breath next to you, eyes glazed in the kind of way that only a draining will do.

After a few moments, he reaches out his hand, hesitates for a moment, but then lays it on your shoulder blade. The weight of his calloused palm on your still overly reactive skin is so soothing and welcome. 

You let out a soft groan in approval, flexing the muscle underneath.

“...You came back.” Varuj observes. The statement is more of a question though, with how his voice threatens to falter.

“Yeah, I did.”

“...Is it because it’s Spawn?” He finally manages to get the question out, even though it sounds like he’s expecting an answer he doesn’t really want to hear. “It’s okay if that’s the case, But if I’m only going to see you two months of the year, I… would like to know that up front...”

While it was primarily Spawn that drove you back in a physical sense, you know you would’ve come back eventually, regardless. You wanted to.

Lucky for you, you can actually communicate now that the mental fog has temporarily lifted, allowing you to think clearly once again. 

“No- Well, kinda- but not only because of that.” You rub your forehead and try to explain yourself, a bit guilty that your behavior is what brought him to even be questioning your motives in the first place. “I wanted to see if the offer from before still stood.”

“Which… parts of it?” Varuj asks tentatively, with the smallest bit of hope.

“The job, the place to live.” You say, and then forcing yourself to be vulnerable, add: “You.”

“Of course! Nothing would make me happier, if that’s really what you want, hahah-” He says in astonishment, excitement building in his voice despite some clearly enforced reservation. “Er, it’s just that, how you left after the ordeal with the contract… You were so mad. I thought that you’d never want to see me again.”

“Yeah, I thought about it.” You laugh hollowly and motion with one hand to the fact that you’re literally skin to skin now. “Didn’t last long.”

“Right.” The smile fades from his face slightly, and his eyes are focused somewhere far away. He chews on his lip in thought. “It would still have been worth it.”

You heave a sigh, realigning his focus to the present

“You know... I was so mad that I didn’t thank you at all, even though I should have.”

“Oh?” He sounds legitimately shocked. “You’ve come around?”

“Listen. I still don’t like how you did it, but… it did fix the massive problem I had.” You poke your finger squarely between his pecs for emphasis. “Even I’m not stubborn enough to ignore that fact… So… Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it-” He practically beams at the admission of gratitude. “I would do it again in a heartbeat, if I had to.”

A frown furrows into your brow. You can feel your chest grow tight, torn between feeling loved and knowing he was willing to throw your developing relationship away for your happiness, at the expense of his own.

It’s stupid. It makes you want to shake him. You settle for kissing him again, instead.

It’s a bit silly, realizing how much that sentiment had incensed you before you had the length of half the Zephyric to mull it over. But now, you think you understand why, even if you disapprove of the method.

“You’re a fool.” You say when you part, still pressing smaller kisses on his face, softer ones this time than in the water. You can’t help but notice just how sharp the short, recently unmaintained hairs on his cheek and jaw feel, and rub your palm along them. “And you need to shave.”

“For you, certainly.” Varuj laughs heartily, voice dripping with affection.

You lie in comfortable near-silence on the deck for a while, soaking in the sun’s rays.The only sounds are the gentle lapping of waves against the hull below, and the occasional cry of passing gulls. 

Your head is carefully nestled against the soft, dark hair on Varuj’s broad chest, so that the point of your horn is turned away. You could almost believe he’s fallen asleep, if it wasn’t for the occasional movement of his hand to stroke down your dorsal fin or trace the stripes on your side.

All of the familiar scenery of the boat seems to take on a new sense of comforting beauty to you - the freshly cleaned deck, the thick cords of rope, the port holes, the violently orange life rings, the benches where the tourists sit. Though, as you stew in the feeling, you realize it might’ve been there for some time now, and you’re only now noticing it.

 It’s something you haven’t felt in quite some time.

You’re home.

“One minor thing, though, so there are no hurt feelings from… let’s say, misaligned expectations.” Varuj clears his throat and starts speaking with an almost playful lilt to his voice. You turn your eyes up to him. “You already know that I love you. I'd at least like to know if you feel the same way?"

You hesitate, your mind grinding to a halt, and you can feel blood flood into your cheeks. 

He has to be teasing you at this point - poking at a soft spot he’s already identified.

It’s hard to discard some of your pride and admit this weakness, but you try your best.

"...I do." You admit in a hoarse tone barely above a whisper. You know what you feel for him- but you’re still not quite there yet when it comes to saying it out loud. “...Don’t make me say it...”

“Hahah- You don’t have to yet, there's no rush.” You can hear the elation coursing through his voice from the simple confirmation, even if you didn’t say the words verbatim. “I only wanted to be completely sure...”

“Good. …Because I’d rather show you.” 

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