#diver!reader

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Am I a yn fan or a cillian fan?

(Fem!driver!reader x cillian murphy)

N.B: just a little something for fun cause I'm in love with cillian murphy, hope you like it!! WARNING: not proof read, the word cunt, if I missed anything else please let me know!

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Audifomrula1: congratulations to our Royal couple, our lovely driver yn ln won her first World championship with us this year, making it her fourth while her husband, cillian murphy, had his movie premiere starring in a, yet another, Christopher Nolan film.

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part 2

[muletia]

Lord have mercy

We must stay focused brothers, we must stay focused

[eepy-cookies]

Saying this from the bottom of my heart, Candy Diver and Y/N interactions (can be romantic or platonic, your choice!)

Go wild with what these two are doing! Have a good day!

[veellaaa]

From Sea to land

Captain Caviar cookie x mermaid reader

Reader is a girl btw

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reader Is lowkey kinda weird but not rly, don't be weirded out by her actions pls

If a lot of readers words sound cave man ish it's on purpose dw >:]

it's like how the mermaids would call stuff different names than land cookies

land cookies: ship/boat

merfolk cookies: hollow whale

etc etc…

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lowkey tired of fics portraying mermaids that despite either interacting with a person once or never they already know how everything works. So in this reader isn't gonna act all majestic and soft(yet) she's still a predator that hunts for her food for the witches sake.

In this fic, the reader is a gem mermaid with the ability to transform into creatures of various shapes and sizes in order to protect the ocean and her kingdom, sharks, eels, whales, etc!

Swimming about the murky waters only to discover endless wrecked ships, she finds a submarine stuck on debris, she watches for a while then she decides to help the sharp-toothed cookie and candy-eyed cookie. After the trio all manage to evade one very angry mermaid and properly introduce yourselves, you eventually get close to the two, especially the one known as Captain Caviar cookie.

you all know how the story ended so this will pick up right after they all escaped Black Pearl cookie and after Candy Diver cookie casually revealed they were a ghost.

btw if i added the whole part where they meet Black Pearl cookie and try to escape from her plus the stuff before that i would not get this fic as done as quick so we just skipping to where they are safe and out of the water. :’]

"Sooo this is where we part ways eh? I gotta say y/n cookie, we would've been soggy crumbs if you hadn't used that flashy power of yours!"

you chuckled, a little sad that you'd probably never see the two again but also a little happy about the praise. “Well I couldn't stand to see your lives cut so abruptly, I..have a soft spot for land cookies you see.." currently the pair was out of the submarine and now on the beach near the docks. You were at the very shallow part of the sea, practically a beached mermaid. you had to drag yourself this close to the dry sand and as you lay flat on your stomach you played with the warm grains a little, as did Candy Diver cookie, making random shapes out of the sand and a messy attempt at a sand castle, nevertheless they perked up at your words.

"■■●●○●???"

The sounds of sloshing and bubbling was basically incoherent but captain caviar seemed to grasp an understanding of what they were trying to say because they kept pointing at their legs and wiggling their feet before covering them in some sand.

The captain scratched his head and looked down at your tail "yeeahhh...speakin of standin', we've seen ya turn into all sorts of sea creatures so far but I don't think it'll do ya any good if you want to come on land with us."

"Unless ya wanna be in a fish tank the whole time..." he grumbled under his breath, no doubt already against that idea.

This dawned on you and made you feel that sadness again but only for a moment, you thought hard, then had a crazy idea.

"I can turn into any kind of creature I want, what if I can turn myself into a land cookie?"

Captain caviar cookies expression turned into one of skepticism and a little bit of hope, "Ya think that'll work? Ever done it before??" candy diver tilted their hand in confusion, although still continuing to bury the rest of their legs in sand.

you flipped yourself onto your back and sat up to look at your tail, "I'll admit that I never have but I'll never know unless I try!"

With that you concentrated on the power in your gem, imagining your body transform into what the two cookies had, your tail split and formed your new legs. You now had the leg part down, a rather painless process as you literally transformed into creatures far more complex and large. It did take a bit of energy out so you didn't really bother to will-away most of your scales. There were still big patches here and there that would easily tell other land cookies that you weren't one of them but all in all you did have legs that resembled the dough that land cookies had. You did your best for your first time and that's all that matters right now.

"Not bad for my first time, oh well, hard parts over" you spoke proudly, looking up at Captain Caviar cookie only to see his stunned expression, "Well I'll be! Looks like ya can do anythin!" you giggle at the praise, though as you attempt to mimic the way he's standing you realize that you have no idea how to work them. They weren't useless but all you could really do was wiggle your feet a little and twitch the muscles in your legs in an attempt to stretch them.

"Ah, right, you never walked before, here we'll help, right Candy Diver cookie- woah! Candy Diver cookie!"

You look over to see that Candy Diver cookie managed to bury themselves waist deep in sand and carefully used the sand to make it look like they had a mermaid tail, even using a small twig they found to carve scales in the sand covering them.

You both looked at them for a moment before bursting into laughter. Their shenanigans temporarily put a halt on your crisis.

Now in brighter spirits you reached out for Captain Caviar cookie and tugged on the end of his coat, he turned to you, "A little help?"

"But of course mate! Here let me-" for just a split second he looked down at your legs and while he admired how your patches of scales glistened in the sunlight his eyes traveled to an uncovered area, in your mermaid form there just would've been a slit but due to your change in anatomy and lack of clothing your vagina was more prominent and easily noticeable.

Captain Caviar cookie stumbled on his words and averted his eyes, “H-here! Us cookies like to cover ourselves”

The flustered Captain hastily took off his coat from around his shoulders and helped you slide your arms in the sleeves, it felt weird..not bad but still very weird.

“Is this your shell?” this almost snapped him from his flustered state, “Shell?” ���y’know? Your protection from predators? many of my little friends have shells!” Captain Caviar let out a hearty laugh, “Ooh, no no, we wear fabric, er- clothes for many different reasons, ‘course there's loads of different names for all kinds of clothes, but that's what it's generally called.” he couldn't help but find your curiosity endearing. You rubbed the fabric and admired how it felt.

The Captain buttoned the coat and offered you a hand, you hesitantly took it and attempted to stand, it was difficult and damn near impossible but you were determined.

After a couple of failed tries Captain Caviar cookie decided to speed up the process and yank you to your feet, causing you to yelp and fall forward against his awfully warm chest and taking a moment to inhale his scent, your free hand clung to his shoulder, claws threatening to dig into his dough at any moment. “Woah there! See I've gotcha!”

You wobbled from side to side, frightened by this foreign sensation in your new legs, your squeezed his hand and slowly pushed away from him, a terrified look on your face but still, you've literally fought plenty sea beasts before, this shouldn't have you feeling like this and yet it does because you feel so vulnerable. Besides your razor claws and teeth you didn't have much of an advantage. Though a little less now because you were being helped by a cookie with some scars that shows he's been through some tough battles himself and survived.

Not to mention just how much muscle he had, or how attractive he actually looked up close-

“Ah ha! There ya go, not shakin’ so much anymore, now let's try walkin’“ Captain Caviar put your arm over his shoulder and neck then went to your side. Candy Diver watched curiously, sounds of water splashing around inside of their suit.

They watched as Captain Caviar cookie began showing you how to walk, first by simply demonstrating lifting his legs and moving his joints and then gradually helping you to move on your own. After your first small step you already felt like you accomplished something big, however you seemed to bite off more than you could chew, you tried to take a big step and it resulted in you nearly collapsing, luckily Captain Caviar caught you just in time. After that you tried again and little by little you were able to take bigger steps, now the hardest part was doing it on your own.

You almost wanted to add to Captain Caviar's scars as you felt him pull away from you, though with his encouraging words you decided to swallow your fear and try to take a step on your own.

On the side, Candy Diver cookie decided that they were done playing in the sand and wiggled themselves out. After dusting Themselves off they ran to you two, “■■●○!!” You thought you could feel them telling you words of encouragement because of their body language but for all you knew they could have been cussing you out-

Regardless you tread on, your body is stiff, having the fear of face planting into the sand...Your focus began to switch to not get a mouth full of sand and before you knew it you were actually walking!

Strength was taking root in each step you took and you only noticed after you stopped and took a look back to see that you were about 10 feet away from Candy Diver cookie and Captain Caviar cookie. Candy Diver cookie was waving their hands in the air as a way to express their excitement and Captain Caviar wore a big grin, proud of your progress.

“Good! Now…it won't be easy gettin’ ya inside, we've still gotta go through town, hope yer up for a challenge!”

You were confident enough to declare that you could handle anything and thus the three of you walked from the beach through the town and you were practically gonna explode from all the different things you were seeing. Land cookies with such colorful shells! erm, clothes..! and the things they've built were just astonishing, sure you've seen a couple of their buildings from a far but to see them up close was a whole different experience.

Your sight seeing had to come to an end eventually, you soon made it to Captain Caviar's cave as you called it, Candy Diver was busy in a different part of the building, (tbh they were probably watching tv or something) “This is a very interesting cave, you sleep here?” “ain't no cave, this here is called a bedroom” carefully he led you to what he called his bed, where he slept and ohh did It feel heavenly against your palm.

Captain Caviar turned to go put some souvenirs he had from the adventure on his desk, meanwhile you remembered watching him button up his coat for you so you picked and pulled at the buttons till they came undone and you felt the air hit your bare skin and scales, you slid the coat off of you and collapsed onto the bed, giggling at how soft it felt. You kicked your legs a little, mimicking the way your tail would sway in the water whenever you were happy about something.

The cookie turned and immediately returned to his flustered state, “So soft! I always struggled to sleep back in the water, always had to look out for predators, strong currents, not to mention everywhere I slept was rarely ever as cozy as this..”

You stretched your arms and legs out on the bed to fully get every fell of it, looking over to see that Captain Caviar cookie wide eyed and slack jawed, you sat up, “are you alright Captain Caviar cookie?” unbeknownst to you, for land cookies it was very indecent and illegal- to just go around with nothing covering your privates.

Captain Caviar cookie realized this and tried his best to compose himself, your lives were very different for sure, really only similar via the love for water that's for sure.

He also realized that his crew were awaiting his arrival and he needed to go catch them up on everything that happened, and for now at least explain the situation with Candy Diver cookie cause trying to explain that he nearly died from a mermaid, befriended a ghost and now had another mermaid in his bedroom would be too much for them to handle and he was too tired to have to deal with all the questions.

“Uhh…YEAH! yeah…I uh…will be back soon, I have to go do some stuff, for now try to get some sleep ey?” your happiness faded a little, “you'll be back soon right?” fear crept up on you as you realized you were in unfamiliar territory with no way to navigate around it.

Captain Caviar only reassured you, “Come on now, mate! We've faced the most dangerous sea beast there is! Ain't a cookie here that can come close to that kind of power”

With that he bid you a goodbye and closed the door behind him.

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It was starting to get dark and you already found yourself getting a little bored, you already explored around his entire room, the small trinkets to the pictures on the walls of him and his crew to his clothes. Eventually you returned to his bed and stretched your limbs, it dawned on you, you examined the space around you but you didn't get a chance to examine your own.

It started with just feeling your legs, your thighs, calves, feet, you suspected there were more names than just legs for the various different parts of them but for now you didn't bother thinking too hard about it.

You shifted to your side and wondered what they called this part of your behind that felt incredibly squishy, you wondered if it was used to break your fall, or maybe the extra dough was there to protect against a vital organ? No matter, all you cared about was how nice it felt to rub that area.

You really had no shame, it wasn't in your nature to want to feel shy or insecure about something that you were gifted, you weren't exposed to the cruel world of land cookies. The most you covered up was your chest which was literally only covered because you saw a couple mermaids weaving themselves various different patterned coverings using underwater plants.

Feeling up yourself had begun to make you feel hot and flustered and you knew all too well how to satisfy yourself. You sat up and began to peel away the plants on your chest, it was mostly kelp but there were other smaller kinds of plants in there too.

You didn't really know where to place the plants so you just did what you did best back when you were in the water, you ate them! You were hungry after a long and eventful day!

After your quick intermission was over you quickly returned to what you were previously doing, you quickly spread your legs and instantly began carefully dragging a finger up and down your whole vagina, you had to be careful, your claws were not retractable so unless you were so insatiably horny to the point you would break your claws off just to finger yourself then you just couldn't. Instead you always opted to simply rubbing your clit for satisfaction. Which wasn't bad, you weren't really interested in any of your species enough to want to mate with them.

You knew that the cookies here had customs and mating rituals far different than your species, you'll admit that you did see it happen once or twice so you have an overall idea of how courting and the whole process works.

Also hearing stories from a couple of mermaids she had small talk with, she came to the conclusion that unlike her species, who only mated for reproductive reasons, many land cookies did it simply for satisfaction and this is why after a night of getting too close to shore and definitely not being creepy- you watched from afar as a drunken cookie pleasured themselves in a secluded area by the beach and you tried to do it yourself.

Ever since learning of how good it felt to mate with yourself you always wanted to learn more about the things land cookies could do that their kind couldn't.

This time felt strange though, of course with the legs but also because one, you were on land, and two, you couldn't help but pick up on Captain Caviar's scent on the bed. Your main concern was the second one, you wondered why you decided to trust a cookie you only knew for a few hours, maybe you were unknowingly searching for a potential mate despite how picky you were. If you weren't interested in the ones in the sea maybe you could have better hope in the ones on land? which led you here.

‘Great, I might have gotten myself in a lot of mess because I wasn't thinking with my head! Worst part is that I don't hate this..’ you chastised yourself for trusting such a brute.

A brute that had a lot of strength and the muscles to prove it

A brute with such beautiful scars and intricate patterns on his body

A brute that helped you accomplish the impossible, walking on land

Any other cookie would've took advantage of that and took your gem, or so you've been told would happen if you were to encounter land cookies.

you whined, fingers picking up speed as you remembered how his body felt when you fell onto his chest, when your hand was on his shoulder and when your arm was wrapped around his it, it didn’t help that the bed, matter of fact the whole room was filled with his overwhelming scent, at first you didn't seem to notice nor care but now that you started to yearn for him the smell became so powerful that it made your legs quiver.

You couldn't deny it no longer, regardless of how short you knew this cookie for, you wanted to mate with him.

Just the thought of it sends you into a frenzy, your soft cries and whimpers increased in volume and length as you accepted this truth. You didn't exactly understand how the act would play out, nor did you fully grasp the entirety of having a mate but you knew that you desperately needed him.

You've been told that with the right partner, it would feel much better than simply rubbing yourself and oh did that thought rile you up further. Thinking about how many good qualities the Captain had made you only want him more, you were sure that with his experience and physique he would make a perfect partner. After all most mermaids wanted mates that were strong enough to protect them and their future offspring from danger. They were all very strong of course but a little extra protection never hurt, better safe than sorry.

Furthermore, you edged closer to your climax and by this point you could only let out small pants and Captain Caviar cookies name, your increasing body heat and pleasure mixed with the thought of him only added fuel to the fire until it was too much.

Your fantasies about him, unrealistic and possibly too upfront about what you wanted him to do to you was just what you needed to finally cum.

Just as you came you couldn't even speak anymore. All you could do was gasp for air as your body convulsed and quivered.

Soon your body slowly calmed down, just in time to, because you suddenly heard the sound of the doorknob turning, immediately you snapped out of your state and tried to act normal like you didn't just leave a wet spot on Captain Caviar's bed, you laid on your side and pretended to be sleeping, even going as far as to hug a pillow that undoubtedly made you throb a little down from the smell, it had his scent, the smell of salt water and a hint of something sweet to it.

They needed to be washed but you didn't know that nor did you really see a reason too, sure you literally had your juices on his bed but that was all for more reason not too! It showed that you were eager to mate!

Anyways, the door creaks open, in stepped Captain Caviar cookie, he looked a bit irritated, seems he had to do a little more than simply explain things to the Salty Sharks.

“damn Custard cookie, someone outta throw him and his blabber mouth to the barracudas…”

He looked at you, slowly starting to get used to your nakedness but not quite. your eyes were shut so you luckily didn't see the dark blush that formed on Captain Caviar's cheeks, You sniffed the air and instantly sprung up, still clutching the pillow. “Fish!”

He chuckled, holding two bags up, “Yup, assumin’ you ain't eat all day, went ahead an stopped by the market an picked up a couple for ya”

mental note, he provides for you, the list of reasons you wanted him was getting longer by mile.

He knew that you weren't like him and didn't have to cook your food before eating so he handled one of the bags of fish to you.

He had different looking fish than you, you were too busy trying to get to your meal that it didn't matter to you in the moment, immediately throwing the pillow to the side you ripped up the bag, nearly eating the plastic but being stopped by him in the process. You eventually got to the fish and you immediately began to chow down, definitely better than the old kale.

Captain Caviar's blush remained strong at the discovery of your lack of top but decided not to question it for now. He sat down next to you and began to take out his cooked fish and ate with less aggression than you. The smell of fish was strong but his smelt different, a rather good smell. The difference was starting to dawn on you, it was the same kind of fish but his looked darker and it had specs of something black, red and some orange sprinkled on top.

“Why is yours different? Is it not the same fish as mine?” he then had to explain to you the whole process of cooking food and adding seasoning to enhance the flavor. you rotated between staring at him and the fish intently a few times, trying your best to understand the process. It's seemed a lot to do to just make your food taste better.

You stared at his fish, the more he explained the more you wanted to try it, as if he read your mind he offered you a piece.

Carefully you set your own fish down and put your hand out and accepted the small offering.

Pulling your hand back you looked at the small piece and sniffed it for a second before shoving it in your mouth.

Almost immediately your eyes lit up.

You begun singing out praises about the taste, amazed at how land cookies are geniuses for coming up with this.(girl wait till u try a seafood boil)

You then thanked him and continued to eat your own fish, the two of you continued to talk for a while, you asked him questions about himself and he did the same for you.

You found out things like Captain basically meaning leader, and that he competed against many strong cookies and won. He couldn't help but laugh at your shocked expression.

Then whatever he asked you, you answered truthfully

You told him tales of your battles against giant deep sea squids, the time you just barely dodged getting impaled by a swordfish and one about when you wrestled a shark for the remains of a fresh kill to which you flipped the shark after seeing a few divers do it in the past and took your meal to your cave to eat by yourself.

You didn't stop there tho, you also told him about what It's like to be a mermaid, most would usually live in groups, families, however for you it was rather lonely and cold, the mermaids you knew were basically just neighbors, their homes not too far from your cave and you made conversation whenever yall came across eachother every now and then, shared a meal before but that was it.

he listened intently, he half expected your story to be...happier, calmer. he told you he heard stories from rather terrified sailors that many mermaids would cackle beneath the waves and poke holes in boats, even dolphin-dive across small boats to scare cookies for no reason.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing, you admitted that you've jumped over a few boats in your time to ease the boredom.

You both resumed your back and forth of times of the past, at one point while Captain Caviar rummaged through his bag and pulled out a can of beer. The sound of the can opening made you perk up.

…and just like that you had more questions and wanted to try whatever he was drinking, this time he was hesitant, telling you not everyone is a fan of the taste but after remembering that you kill and eat almost every part of what you kill, eyes, insides, bones etc for a living, he offered it to you, it was cold to the touch. You sniffed the can, the smell rather strong. when you took a sip you immediately regretted it, you tried your best to swallow but it burned your throat going down and you made that very clear by shaking your head and making a grossed out face.

He laughed louder than before, “Good right?” to which you protested, “Absolutely not! I take it back, not everything land cookies make are good!” earning another laugh from Captain Caviar cookie.

The rest of the night went well, aside from the whole bed situation, you licked up what you could and then wiped the blood and juices from the fish off your hands and onto the bed, catching him by surprise.

Sure you didn't like the reprimand he gave you for getting the blanket dirty but he did inform you that it needed to be cleaned, he grabbed both of your bags and went to throw one away, he took some stuff out the other, set them on the desk and threw the other away. When he turned back around you were already peeling away the sheets and pillow cases like he instructed, careful to only have him see the current mess and not the one from before he walked in.

You both walked to a new room, he told you this is the laundry room, that it was smaller than he would have liked but it got the job done which is what matters. You nodded, not really understand what he meant.

Another moment of teaching you how a washer and dryer works later and here you are sitting in front of the washer, head tilted and watching the blanket spin with the water again and again. Captain Caviar was in a different room showering and by the time he was done He returned to see you attempting to work the dryer, you managed to put the wet covers inside though you didn't know how to start it, you huffed and was seconds away from mashing the buttons before Captain Caviar approached you and showed you how to do it.

The next thing Captain Caviar showed you was showering, you did come from the sea so you were bound to have a lot of bacteria and grime on you, he wasn't sure how your body would react to soap so he added very little to the water. being submerged in water again made you want to go fully under but Captain Caviar advised you not to as the soap would burn your eyes, you grumbled but listened.

Though you did temporarily change back into your mermaid form so that you could feel a bit normal, albeit half your tail was sticking out of the tub.

It was weird scrubbing your body with this rag but if land cookies did this then you guess it shouldn't hurt

Next your eyes were squeezed shut and the Captain was washing your hair with a bit more soap, the scratching of your scalp made you relax and want to drift off to sleep, this was cut short as he grabbed a cup, filled it with water and poured it over your head.

oh well that ain't to bad either, just gotta make sure soap doesn't get in your eyes and mouth.

Some time passed, you were back in your legs and given a towel to dry yourself with while he went to take the covers out of the dryer and make the bed.

While drying, you notice yourself in the mirror, you've seen your reflection before but never this clearly, by both land and sea cookies you would be considered attractive and you were proud of that.

A small knock on the door made you jump, “ya good in there?”

His voice was a little muffled but still as naturally gruff "yes, you can come in”

He didn't even get to walk in all the way before you asked, “I can see myself, have you put magic upon this..this..?” You paused, not finding the right words to place upon this contraption.

“Nah, it's called a mirror, it shows you what you look like, another thing made by cookies but I myself have no idea how it's created so who knows, could have magic in it” he walked in and set a couple things on the counter, you looked at it, it looked like a very tiny brush, it would take forever to brush your hair with that.

Another learning lesson, you were eager but starting to become more and more tired by the minute.

Mint, he called it, the harsh stingy flavor in your mouth is called mint, you now assumed that these cookies must have crazy, using different scents to cover up your natural one was one thing but to brush your teeth was even more wild!

You didn't lIke the feeling of the brush and toothpaste on your mouth and was letting out small growls over it so he huffed and grabbed your jaw and gently squeezed to keep you in place, “Alright quit yer fussin, open up”

So here you were, getting your teeth brushed for the first time by a land cookie.

“Now spit it out in here n’ use some water to wipe ya mouth but don't rinse the inside, it can't do it's job if it doesn't sit for a while.” pretending you understood what he was yappin about you did as he instructed, spat it out in the sink, used to running water to wipe your mouth clean and even made sure your spit went down the drain.

All in all, it has been a very tiresome day for you both, moreover when he had you put on some shorts, via saying 'place it on the ground, step into the two holes and pull them up' as for a top he gave you one of his, he rarely wore them, only really covering himself in the colder months. Might as well get you used to clothes as soon as possible.

With all that out of the way you finally, finally got to go back to the bedroom.

and with that you ended the night off by sleeping under a fresh blanket next to Captain Caviar.

You tried to keep your distance but ended up clunging to him like a remora on a shark

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★Timeskip★

It's been a few months now

During that time Candy Diver cookie and you met the Salty Sharks and became part of the crew. It was hard for many of them to wrap their dough around the fact that they had a ghost and a mermaid on board with them now but eventually they've grown to accept it and actually like you two.

You've learned the ropes around the land here and on the ship, an especially good help on repairing the bottoms of ships because you were immune to getting soggy.

It was a lot of work sometimes but of course through all this you stayed close to Captain Caviar cookie and Candy Diver cookie, after that near death experience the three of you went through it proved a great opportunity to share your sides of the story and further scare rookie cookie.

With the help of Captain Caviar cookie you were able to get yourself your own place to stay, you insisted on a small place because you would really only return there to change clothes and sleep. Over time you really began to find your style and fell in love with clothes, you'd spend the money you and your crew mates received after long voyages mostly on clothes, you were told by a few to start saving a little just in case so you did so without really seeing a need to.

You rarely turn the lights on in your home, always got food from returning to sea and hunting or bought from the market, never used the air conditioning or heating, heck the only thing you really used in your home was the water.

Though..as of recently you've grown a habit, one only growing worse the more you were around a certain Captain.

You wanted to deny it, suppress it however you could, you truly did, but your body knew what it desired. It was that time when the women of your species went into heat.

Each night you'd return to your home desperately trying to simmer down the wetness pooling between your legs, with how limited your situation was it would take a couple rounds of playing with your pussy to fully be satisfied for the time being before it would creep back up the next morning.

It was taking a toll on you and was starting to affect your day to day life. You went shopping less and only went to the market. You feared if you dared enter the waters during this time you'd have to fight off men left and right.

You were thankful you conveniently weren't supposed to go on another voyage for another few weeks but this didn't mean you were off the ship, when y'all were stationery you were tasked with various things, the more experienced cookies did internal repairs and check ups, while others cleaned and gathered supplies.

On the ship you could barely keep up with your tasks, you were either tired from the long and vigorous night before, or you were often In a daze, standing still and daydreaming of heated scenarios that would make you hot and bothered, hence why you always ended up being exhausted the next day.

You had to make up lies to not worry the others, many of them consisted of, “Nightmares” “My neighbor's were fighting again haha” and “I stayed up watching TV again”

Word that you refused to clean the bottom of the ships as usual multiple times eventually got to Captain Caviar cookie, you were a mermaid so this shouldn't be something you had a problem with. Seeing as he genuinely cared for the well being of his crew he wanted to confront you about this but there you were, already finished scrubbing the deck the best you could and off, in a rush to get home.

As you made long strides you heard one of them shout at you in the distance, “Hey scales! Ya best get back here! Ya still have lots to do y'know!”

Still, you walk a little faster even till you were nearly out of sight. The Captain decided to take matters into his own hands, he asked what happened and after being caught up he decided to go after you, putting one of the more experienced cookies in charge till he got back.

He knew where you were going, there's no way you'd abandon your duties to buy clothes, as for food, when you were hungry you used to jump right off the ship to catch your meals so food wasn't the problem here. By the direction he knew you were heading home, if you were tired you could've slept on the ship so that crosses that off the list of potential reasons in his mind.

Your house was so close now and you wasted no time in making the last few steps a little quicker, relief washed over you the moment you got that door open, that desire was taking over your senses more and more but you still remembered to close the door behind you.

You almost smiled now that you were alone, it had been rough all day trying not to touch yourself. The thin walls where everyone slept wasn't a good place to relieve yourself because you were quite loud, even if you were to cover your mouth or bite down on something you wouldn't have been able to hide your moans.

Basically in your eyes you did all of your crewmates a favor by not having them hear you every single night but this was far from the truth, whenever you'd randomly disappear it would just leave another poor cookie to finish your work for the day..

You got to your room and grabbed an old piece of clothing from the day before and fell to your bed, learning from your mistake of getting Captain Caviar cookies bed wet with your juices you made sure to put something under you for easier clean up.

You got your pants and drenched underwear off as quick as you could, your heat was getting harder to deal with, it would appear that it would only increase the longer you went without properly mating with someone, it would eventually go away after a few weeks but it hadn't even been a single week and you were already at your limit.

You didn't bother with much teasing and went straight to abusing your clit as always, sometimes your fingers went down to gather lubricant seeping out before returning to the place they gave the most attention.

To your surprise you came rather quick this time, however you knew this wasn't the end. As your body jolted and convulsed, after your insides tightened around nothing and your legs locked up..you were still extremely horny.

This was frustrating, you were actually considering gnawing off your claws in order to satiate that need to be filled..

[Knock knock knock!]

“Y/n cookie! I know yer in there! Heard ya been actin funny lately so I came to check up on ya!”

your half lidded eyes shot open, no, no no no!

He can't be here right now, you were busy, did he follow you to your house!?

You practically threw yourself off the bed and rushed to get your pants and underwear back on, chastising yourself when you almost left without swiping the old cloth off the bed.

“DON’T UH- don't come in! I'm fine Captain Caviar cookie! I just needed to do something! I'll be back on the ship in a bit!”

As you came closer to the door you heard him scoff, “I don't buy that one bit, word ‘round the ship is that you've done this many times before, just what has ya rushin home in the middle of work everyday?”

Your face dropped, you fell silent, you couldn't tell him that you were becoming a problem on ship simply because you wanted to masterbate.

Your silence was alarming and his voice sounded concerned, “Is there somethin serious goin on with you Y/n cookie…?”

You swallowed, you didn't want to do this but for the sake of not keeping him in the dark you figured it's best that you told him what was troubling you, he's heard all about the life of mermaids from you, why would he be freaked out by this..?

Slowly, you opened the door little by little, revealing your restless state, “Woah! What in the world happened to you!?”

It took you a moment to get your words together, you didn't look him in the eye when you spoke.

“If I tell you, you promise not to be..freaked out..?”

His concern only grew but he nodded and made the promise to you, with that confirmation you opened the door fully and invited him inside.

Your home was very small and you didn't bother with much furniture so you simply took him to your bedroom. You sat down, him following behind you and sitting next to you.

your body was tense, eyes shut and you concentrated on how to explain this to him, you eventually sighed.

“Okay, here we go..”

Swallowing your fear of his reaction you began.

“Captain Caviar cookie..I've told you all about my life as a mermaid, especially about how friendships and relationships work”

He raised a brow, did one of them sea-cookies catch your eye? Nah, that wouldn't really explain leaving the ship abruptly and coming all the way here.

He nodded and urged you to continue, eager to get to the bottom of this.

“Well..around this time it is what you would call our..”

Your eyes stared into the floor so intensely you could practically burn holes through the wood.

“..mating..season..”

The silence that fell was deafening, oh gosh, you knew you shouldn't have said anything.

Maybe you should've just plunged into the sea and picked some random mate after all, it would've saved you some trouble.

“Ah…so that's why ya been sneakin off the past few days ey?”

You didn't want to guess what his face looked like right now, his voice was quiet though you guessed he'd either be confused or disgusted.

“Yes, it's only getting stronger and I have yet to..properly mate” he hummed, the quietness returned.

With all that off your chest it was now Captain Caviar cookies turn to speak, “Well Y/n cookie I gotta say, that was…a lot, I'm glad ya had the courage to tell me this”

“For whatever It's worth, I'm with ya till the end of the line n’ I hate to see ya have to isolate yourself like this, so…” he trailed off. This time it was him who looked away and you who looked over at him.

“If ya need help to uh- get rid of this problem of yours I could help ya out..only-if-ya-want-of-course-!” With every word both of you blushed further.

All anxiety and fear you felt was thrown out the window at this, you placed your hand on his making him finally look at your face.

You gulped and spoke,

“Yes, please Captain Caviar cookie..I need you..”

Just as you said that he leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips, you could smell his sudden spike in arousal.

You gripped his shoulder as the kiss deepened.

His hands moving to pull you closer to him made your body rise in temperature.

His rough hands against your dough was driving you crazy, you two broke the kiss to catch your breath and you whimpered at the attention you were getting at last.

You gasped when he placed his hand over your clothed pussy, rubbing the area in a slow circular motion. The hand on his shoulder moved to his forearm, squeezing it so that he wouldn't pull away.

“If my observation is correct, ya haven't been able to properly touch yourself cause of them claws right?” he was closer to you now, you felt his own body heat at this point. You nodded, lidded eyes focused on his large hand against your growing heat.

“Poor thing, let's get these off ya” following suit you slid your pants and underwear off with his help, a thin strand of your slick sticking to your underwear didn't go unnoticed by the sharp eyes of Captain Caviar cookie.

He smiled and shed his coat, discarding it to the side of the bed.

You desperately wanted him to touch you all over, “Please touch me again..! Your hand feels so different compared to mine”

He nodded and got close enough to where he was now kissing and slightly nipping at your neck. All the while his hand returned to your heat. His fingers drew long strokes up and down, instantly earning a whine. “Ahh..I've missed seeing this…” he breathes against your neck, fingers now playing with your clit, now that you weren't doing the work it felt much better, also since you were lowkey crushing on him ever since you first came on land…

His finger slid down to your opening and your breath hitched, he slowly slid a finger into you, stiling for a moment. His finger was pretty thick so he did what he could to get you used to it, it was your first time having something inside you.

At first there was a small sting of pain that made you flinch, to help with it Captain Caviar cookie used his thumb to rub your clit a little to take your mind off of the pain. Eventually it did and you were back to panting and letting out soft noises.

You weren't sure what you wanted or how to say it so you pleaded for more of whatever he was doing.

He obliged and gradually pulled his finger half way out and then sunk it back into your wet hole.

You squirmed, legs spreading a bit, trying to get more of whatever this was, he saw your desperation and it was getting to him. As his finger got faster and your moans increased he felt himself get turned on further. A throbbing that was beginning to become painful by the second.

He did his best to keep his focus on you, you just looked so mesmerizing and the sounds you made went straight to his dick

Being bold he pulled all the way out, added a second finger and then slid them deep inside, “ha..ah..Captain Caviar cookie-!”

The sweet sensation of his fingers moving around inside you, a place that you desperately wanted to touch for a very long time, along with his thumb against your clit was sending you over the edge.

Your body was beginning to quiver, a hand returning to his forearm. “Faster please..”

Oh, you shouldn't have said that, cause that was this cookies que to start being a little rough with you. His fingers went as deep as they could and with more vigor, they curled around your tightening walls making you cry out.

The noises your mouth made were loud but not loud enough to cover the squelching sounds coming from your hole.

“Can't-! I..I can't-! Please Captain..I'm g-gonna..” Captain Caviar cookie couldn't contain himself, he let out a few small groans, wrapping an arm around you and bringing you as close to himself as possible. Your delicious sounds were getting him worked up even though he hadn't touched himself once. “I got ya, I got ya…” he cooed at you.

Despite how good everything felt, you subtly wanted to make him feel good too, with your free hand you placed it on his thigh, dragging it onto his crotch. In response he groaned a little louder, he felt hot and hard under your touch.

His scent was intoxicating more than ever before, it was already hard to deal with normally but with his added arousal you couldn't control yourself.

Your knees suddenly buckled, body stiffening and the middle of your back arching little by little, without thinking your hand squeezed around his crotch, making him shudder and grunt.

“There ya go, doing so good…” His words spurred you on further, familiar waves of your orgasm came but felt more intense seeing as you were giving your body what it wanted.

It took you a moment to get your breathing under control, getting fingered for the first time was…something.

Speaking of, he looked at his soaked fingers and without thinking, he lapped up your essence, causing you to question his sanity. Was this a normal practice mates do? On land and in the seas you've never seen such things before however that doesn't mean you didn't find it attractive.

Captain Caviar cookie made sure to lick up every trace of you off his hand, he's tasted countless amounts of things in his time, from the disgusting mudshakes and salt water juice that he was forced to get used to…to fancy foods he couldn't even pronounce the names of thanks to Oyster cookies extravagant parties and dinners she hosted often.

Regarding how good you tasted, he made a mental note to get another taste in the future, whether that be later tonight or at a later date.

“ya okay there mate?” His voice was hardly one of concern this time, it was low and more ragged.

Instead of responding verbally you let your actions speak for you, you leaned over and kissed him once more, this time adding tongue to it, his tongue, saliva, his scent, everything of him was addictive and you couldn't get enough, eventually the ache between your legs returned and you pulled away with a high pitched whine.

“I'm assumin ya ain't satisfied yet ay?” you nodded, ashamed that his efforts didn't fully satiate your hunger but this didn't disappoint him. Rather, he chuckled to your shock, “That's good to hear Y/n cookie, here let's get this off”

Looking down at your top you hastily remove it, leaving Captain Caviar cookie to see all of you again.

Now that he had your permission to actually look at your naked form he admired every part of you.

You ease yourself back against the mattress, sitting up on your forearms, you gazed up at him, awaiting his next move.

He came down to your level, one forearm supporting his weight and the other one already getting acquainted with your boobs and eventually your nipples.

You squirmed under his touch, you rubbed your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to relieve the buzzing feeling down there currently increasing once more. His tongue lapped at one of your nipples while a hand rubbed the other.

You laid there and softly moaned from the strange feeling, all the pampering you were receiving was nauseating, you couldn't think of being anywhere else or with anyone else.

By this point, with your feelings growing over the past few months you knew deep down that this wasn't just the work of your heat cycle causing your need for Captain Caviar cookie, it was simply making those feelings more Intense, going against your instincts of finding someone of the same species and getting it over with, you chose to suffer just to hope of some day claiming this cookie as your mate.

It seems that the divines were extra kind with you because you were able to make this happen after all.

You weren't the only one either, during voyages and whenever you and many of your crew hit the town for a night of fun you failed to notice Captain Caviar cookie being at your side more than he would be with other cookies. Sure he made sure nobody got hurt, that rookie cookie got juice instead of alcohol, and that Candy Diver got a change of the freshest water in their helmet-

He kept his eye on you more than any other cookie.

On the deck, when things were calm you all would chat, crack jokes and play games together you and Captain Caviar cookie found yourselves laughing extra hard at each other's jokes and teasing.

There was much more to it, there were times you found yourself at his door because you couldn't sleep, at that time you did your best not to make it seem like anything more than just asking for help and comfort.

All this time it felt one-sided..

..it most definitely was not one-sided, that's for sure.

Just your presence drove him mad, he was thankful that he knew how to keep a stern face for the sake of his title and reputation as the Captain of the Salty Sharks, while everyone slept peacefully in the ship he had a problem with getting a little behind on paperwork because he couldn't keep his mind off of you.

If only you knew how many times he was either on his bed or sitting at his desk and jacking off to the thought of you, watching you lean over the side of the ship to watch the waves or how you'd be on all fours scrubbing the little nooks and crannies of the ship you were stationed at…

Heck, maybe he could smell your arousal just as you could with him.

“Crumbs..you feel amazing” was all you could say through heavy pants and needy sobs, you couldn't stay still for a second.

every lick and suck, pull, and rub had you gripping onto the sheets beneath you.

He looked up at your flushed face, mouth gaped, and tears threatened to fall down your cheeks.

Seeing you like this was getting him more riled up than he expected. He groaned against your soft dough, the light vibrations making you moan once more.

Eventually, he decided to show you a little sympathy, Captain Caviar cookie pulled away from you, a thin string of saliva keeping him connected for a moment longer before he wiped his mouth with a toothy grin.

“haha, sorry mate…this ole’ sea dog couldn't get enough of ya” true to his word, he kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek.

Captain Caviar cookie carefully took your hand and placed it on his rather large bulge

You didn't need his help to begin trying to make him feel good.

He inhaled sharply, “Feel that? It's all for you…” You whined, him giving himself to you so easily was already too much.

After a minute of massaging his covered cock he fully pulled away and off the bed to your dismay.

You watched as he pulled off the pieces of clothing that hid his bulge.

Aside from the gold adorning his arms and dog tags, he was completely naked.

As you learned, he had a couple more tattoos previously hidden by his pants

You drank up his full appearance, “woah..you look lovely” you spoke gently to him

Happy with your comment he climbed back onto the bed, this time he wasn't at your side. Captain Caviar cookie had put himself between your legs.

You felt his cock lay against your folds, it was way bigger than his fingers.

Definitely longer too, you stared at what you were dealing with. A small twinge of fear and curiosity crept up on you, and it showed on your face clear as day.

Seeing your face, he reassured you, bringing up your many strengths and acts of courage he's both heard and seen from you.

They had no relation to the current situation, but they did highlight how you've looked danger and death in the eye many times and didn't back down, which was still a pretty cute gesture.

The small confidence boost helped ease you up. You gave him your consent to resume.

He did fear that he would hurt you. Two of his fingers weren't enough to properly prepare you for him

Bracing himself against your sopping wet pussy he tried not to just sink all the way down to the base in one go-

He slowly began to push himself inside, immediately you let out a whimper to voice your discomfort

Captain Caviar cookie rubbed your thigh, going a little slower to try and make it easier for you.

He did stop once he was about halfway in. Giving you small praises to comfort you the best he could, he further checked up on you, made sure you were still okay with this and when you let him know that the pain lessened he pushed in more, of course because of how much he was packing he couldn't get his full length inside.

Once he hit that spongy wall, he finally stilled.

The both of you were panting, in a daze from this strong feeling. Captain Caviar cookie bit his lip to keep some restraint and sanity for the sake of your wellbeing, but it was so hard. You felt incredibly tight and hot, it left him shaking ever so slightly.

You were no better, you felt so full, stretched beyond your limit, the tip of his cock kissed the entrance of your cervix and dared not to pull away.

It took a while, but eventually, after a few heated kisses and more reassuring words, you granted him permission to start moving.

He nodded, pulling halfway out and slowly sinking back in. You two barely even started, and yet the both of you felt like coming undone at any moment.

There was still a bit of pain, though, with every roll of his hips meeting yours that oh so familiar feeling was becoming stronger.

That feeling of immeasurable pleasure was taking root, and you didn't want it to end

You laid all the way down and wrapped your arms around Captain Caviar cookies neck, bringing him closer to you

“I need more..h-ah! please!” Your heat only worsened the more rough with you he got, but you really couldn't care.

Your mind was turning into putty with every thrust, holding back your words became impossible, you spewed out breathless babbles of how much you wanted him for so long, how you used to get off to the thought of him and it eventually slipped out that you wanted him to breed you..

All this time, he'd been careful not to hurt you in any way, but when you practically begged him to fill you up?

He just couldn't hold himself back anymore

You didn't think much of the weight of your words cause your mind was turning into mush by that point, but he did, within the span of a few seconds he slid his arms around your waist in a tight hold.

His body fell forward against yours, pinning you to the mattress, unable to move nor squirm much under his weight.

His shark-like teeth sunk into your neck, effectively marking you and further restricting your movements.

Now he truly began to fuck you properly, a new drive to truly mate with you gave him the energy to become a more ruthless version of himself.

Tears streamed down your cheeks. You sobbed and cried out, you could only lay there and take his cock deep in your weeping pussy, your back arched, chest squished against his.

Your legs trembled as you felt a sweet coiling from within, you were about to cum so soon, “C-Captain! Captain Caviar- I'm about to..to cum!”

Your cries were heard but disregarded, with no encouragement or reassurance this time.

The only response you got from Captain Caviar cookie was a guttural moan against your neck that was now starting to bleed strawberry jam.

He didn't stop or show any sign of stopping anytime soon, so you had no choice but to cum all over his dick.

Your pussy fluttered and tightened around him, it was too much for you, you found yourself becoming an overstimulated mess under him. You had no time to calm down and recover from it.

You clawed at his back, effectively leaving your own form of markings on his dough.

Your legs began to feel how they felt when you first transformed into a land cookie, like jelly.

After your first orgasm he proceeded to keep you in that position till you came once more, he then gave you a less than 30 second break because in reality what you thought was the end was simply a position change.

He had you on your stomach now so that he could reach a hand down and overstimulate your poor pussy more by rubbing circles around your clit while he pounded away at your insides. He was as cruel as ever, not moving his hand away for a while even when you came again.

Did I mention that he did in fact cum inside you twice during this? He definitely made a mess inside and outside, it was way too much to keep inside and so a lot of his cum got on your thighs and sheets.

He then had you lying flat on your back again, using his fingers to fuck his thick cum back inside you.

You asked him to breed you so he was going to make sure he did just that, all the while abusing your clit once more, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around it.

Your body was coated in sweat. You could barely keep your eyes open anymore. Nearing another orgasm you placed your hands on his head. Firmly keeping him in place while you focused on reaching yet another strong orgasm.

Sure that you were utterly and though roughly bred, he finally gave you your long-awaited break.

Captain Caviar cookie gave you whiplash with how quick his gentle demeanor returned like he didn't just give you life changing front and back shots-

He climbed up and laid next to you, doting on you, asking if you were alright and giving you light pecks and massaging your dough.

Even though you were pretty tired, you did your best to tend to him, giving him your own small kisses and praise.

You both cuddled each other, you nuzzled against him, exhausted after all of that.

Captain Caviar cookie made a small joke about how you won't cause trouble on board anymore.

You then proceeded to double down on it, mentioning that sure your fellow shipmates wouldn't have to force you to do your work, but now he would be the one dealing with you from then on.

…and soon another

……and possibly more

Captain Caviar cookie wondered, now that this was set in stone, what would your offspring look like...??

Would they have a tail? legs?

He decided not to think too much about it for now; Captain Caviar cookie preferred to only think of you right now.

You both really needed to do a lot, a bathroom break, shower, and a change of sheets.

Buuuttttt that can wait a few minutes, you two needed to rest up for a moment to even have enough energy to do all that after all...♥︎

there's plenty of fish in the sea, am I right(GET OUT-)

I didn't expect this bs to be this long if you made it this far I'm so sorry I have a fixation on mermaids and this stupid cookie💔

[allsouls-emma]

I saw you were open for Leon marchabd suggestions are you able to write one where they are both Olympians from France and everyone has been shipping them and thinking they are a couple but they have always denied it and just said they are close friends then when he wins his gold medal the camera cut to him running to celebrate with her and kissing her and later on you see them having to answer questions about it to the media and getting all nervous

✧A Splash Of Gold And Love✧ Léon Marchand x OC

Hello Anon! Thank you for your Ask!. I hope my imagination meets your expectation x

warnings: established couple, both athletes, no prior knowledge to either sport, mature themes, press conference

The crowd at the Olympic Aquatics Center was on its feet, the roar of cheers and applause echoing through the arena. The French team had been holding its breath all evening, knowing this race was different. This was Léon Marchand’s race.

As Léon touched the wall, the world seemed to hold its breath for a moment, waiting for the scoreboard to confirm what everyone already knew. **1st place.** Gold. The time blinked on the screen, and the arena erupted. He had done it. Léon Marchand was an Olympic champion.

Gasping for breath, Léon hoisted himself out of the pool, water streaming down his muscular frame as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. His vision was a blur of lights, colors, and faces, but one face stood out among them all.

The cameras cut to the stands where Sophie, France’s star diver and Léon’s best friend, was on her feet, screaming in triumph. She was surrounded by their teammates, but her eyes were only on Léon. She had always been his biggest supporter, his rock, and his closest friend. Together, they had shared the grueling highs and lows of their Olympic journeys.

The world had long speculated about their relationship. Articles, social media posts, and even their own teammates had teased them, convinced there was more between them than just friendship. But Léon and Sophie had always laughed it off, insisting they were just friends, bound by a shared passion for their sports.

But tonight was different.

Without thinking, Léon bolted from the pool deck, his legs pumping beneath him as he sprinted toward Sophie. He heard the gasps of the crowd, felt the eyes of millions watching, but none of it mattered. She mattered.

In a flash, he was in front of her, her wide eyes searching his, and then, before he could second-guess himself, he kissed her. It was soft, almost tentative at first, then deeper, full of all the emotions they had kept hidden for so long. The arena around them seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of them in that moment, as if the world had stopped spinning.

The crowd went wild. The cameras zoomed in, capturing the scene as the commentators tried to process what they were seeing. Léon and Sophie pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other’s, both of them breathless, but for different reasons now.

“I guess we can’t deny it anymore,” Sophie whispered, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to process what just happened.

“Not a chance,” Léon replied, grinning like a fool.

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Later that evening, they sat together at the press conference, the bright lights and flashing cameras making them feel more exposed than they ever had in competition. Léon’s gold medal hung around his neck, but it was the questions about their kiss that dominated the room.

“So, are you two officially a couple now?” one reporter asked, a knowing smile on her face.

Sophie’s breath hitched as she glanced at Léon. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her palms were sweating. She hadn’t expected this. This was different from diving off a 10-meter platform into a pool; this was diving headfirst into something unknown and very public.

Léon, sensing her nerves, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. “We, uh…” he started, but Sophie’s mind was racing too fast to process his words. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her, waiting for her response.

“We, um…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” she finally managed to say, her face flushed. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights, her usually calm demeanor nowhere to be found. “We are… a couple,” she added, her words stumbling over each other as she tried to keep her composure.

The room buzzed with excitement, cameras flashing as more questions were thrown at them. Léon chuckled softly, the tension breaking as he looked at Sophie with pure affection. “You’ve all been right this whole time,” he admitted, trying to take some of the pressure off her. “We’ve been denying it for so long, but tonight, I guess we couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

Sophie nodded along, her hand gripping his tightly under the table as if it were her lifeline. The press conference continued, but Sophie’s mind was a blur. She answered questions with as much poise as she could muster, but every now and then, her voice would waver, her nerves getting the best of her.

As the night wore on, and the questions finally subsided, Léon leaned over to Sophie and whispered in her ear, “You did great.”

Sophie let out a shaky breath, leaning into him, the cameras catching every second of the moment. “I was so nervous,” she confessed, her voice trembling.

Léon smiled, his arm slipping around her shoulders to pull her closer. “I know, but we’re in this together now. We’ve been a team for so long, and now, we’re going to be the best team of all.”

Sophie smiled back, a little more confidently this time. “Together,” she said softly, “we’ll take on the world.”

And with that, they stepped out of the spotlight, ready to face whatever came next—together.

[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

Could I have a Scuba Diver!Reader with Candy Diver story please? Just with them being platonic buddies exploring the seas!

-Mystery Jester Anon

Cream Oreo Cookie: I got you my Fellow Anon 😎

You we're the only one who can understand what they we're saying and they we're happy for that!

You and then always loves to go at the sea and check out what's there into the unknown finding such beautiful seashells or rifts or even beautiful fishes!

You two are always together

Captain Caviar Cookie was glad to have you guys to be in his team

He would watch you two play together, go adventuring together, eat together and even have a bunk bed together

You two we're inseparable you two we're like siblings at this point

You two always made sure the other one is safe and sound and would even fight over it to be honest

And the fact you both will do anything for eachother

Y/N Cookie: Candy Diver Cookie said we're having Jelly Candy

Black Caviar Cookie: If Candy Diver Cookie jump off a cliff would you?

Y/N Cookie: ...

Black Caviar Cookie: Y/N COOKIE!

Y/N Cookie: Well- I-I...It depends okay!?

Black Caviar Cookie: DON'T JUMP OFF A CLIFF!

Y/N Cookie: Well I wasn't planning on it...

Black Caviar Cookie: But if candy diver cookie jump you would?

Y/N Cookie: ...

Black Caviar Cookie: Y/N COOKIE!

5 minutes Later

Black Caviar Cookie: Candy Diver Cookie if Y/N Cookie jumped off of a cliff would you do the same thing too?

Candy Diver Cookie nods

Black Caviar Cookie Facepalmed and drag it across his face and sighs heavily

Black Caviar Cookie: What am I going to do with you two?

[idyllwave]

Imagine that you're one of the best divers in Fontaine and the House of the Hearth commissions you for a job.

You knew the House of the Hearth were fatui, but honestly... you didn't mind the fatui one bit since they never gave you any trouble.

So, you take the job which just so happens to be an investigation they needed to get done that was underwater.

2 hours later, and you're done. Many of the fatui were surprised by how quickly and effectively you work. (Your ego was inflated by all the praise you were getting, but don't worry, you're quite the humble person, so you never let it go to your head.)

Impressed with your work, you soon find the House enlisting your help more often, and little did you know was that the Knave soon took notice of you and all your hard work.

With such praise being given to you by her children, she just had to meet you, yes?

And she wasn't disappointed in the slightest when she invited you. You were bubbly and outgoing. Cheerful to a fault. You didn't hate the fatui and didn't mind doing jobs for them (as long as those jobs were legal of course).

Arlecchino was enamored.

Desptie your cheery disposition, you also have a good head on your shoulders. You were for Fontaine and the prophecy. And Arlecchino later finds out that you dive deep into the depths in hopes of finding secrets that would help get rid of the primordial sea and save everyone.

Arlecchino, through many of your secret meet ups, tea parties, and rendezvous would find that she worries for your safety and well-being no matter how good of a diver you are - she doesn't wish for the primordial sea to take you away.

And with that thought alone, Arlecchino realizes that she has fallen for you. The cheery and upbeat diver of Fontaine.

[sweetheartmotives]

🌊Yandere Deep Diver🌊

Desc and possible Tw: Yandere themes, Breeding, Sexual themes, Deep waters, sirens, mentions of physical and mental pain.

Let me know if I missed any!

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••Yandere Deep Diver who… was alerted that one of the cameras was broken in the deep waters and was sent to check it out.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… finds lil ol' you snapping apart the ocean camera.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… just stares at you dumbfounded.

A merperson? In front of me? This has to be a dream.. there's no way…

• Yandere Deep Diver who… finally snaps out of their trance when a fellow Deep diver shoots a spear at you.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… heard your pain-filled scream. It hurt. Not just physically, but mentally too. Why did they feel this way?

• Yandere Deep Diver who… saw you swim away, taking the camera with you.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… found themselves dreaming about you.

Am I cursed?

• Yandere Deep Diver who… was obsessed with finding you again. Everything about you was so intoxicating.. Your looks, your voice the one they made up after they heard your scream

• Yandere Deep Diver who… was sailing to their next diving spot. It was night, Exactly 9:03 pm. Everyone was sleeping, They had places to be of course.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… heard singing.. no wait Your singing..

• Yandere Deep Diver who… found you with your other sirens, sitting on a large rock, Singing to the captain.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… falls into a trance.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… Wakes up. Apparently, the other divers found them passed out.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… saw you. In a large tank, They Caught you.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… spends more and more time by your tank. Promising unreal things such as marriage, living together, etc.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… was told long ago why they had a large tank. The captain wanted to catch a large octopus, wanted to show off or something. They don't care, they have you now.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… fights anyone who gets too close to your tank.

Get away from them.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… does whatever you please. Just don't ask them to release you. They get very, very angry and start yelling.

• Yandere Deep Diver who… wants to become a siren themselves or make you a human.

My siren.. is it possible to make me a siren? Why? I want to spend the rest of my days with you, and only you ♡

• Yandere Deep Diver who… wants to breed you. Doesn't matter your gender. They want to fill you to the brim, Yet they cannot touch you :(

My siren… I wish for us to be close.. Why must you Bite me everytime I come near?

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Damian the Diver has been turning my brain into mush… I was originally going to make another part for Yandere Bartender, and I still will ofc! But I had to get them out of my head..

Anyways, got off topic! I hope you enjoy reading, as I enjoyed writing!! :3

[kalloway]

its like 6am and this is a horrid sketch but having thoughts about this stupid bastard again hrrrng

love a man I simultaneously want to push down some stairs but also be pushed down stairs by?????

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

top 5 wips you’re most excited to write? :D

AH …. anon my beloved 🥺🥺🥺 tysm for giving me an excuse to talk about them!!!! i have a whole bunch but here are the ones i’m most excited for/planning to write soon :3 hopefully

TITLES ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BTW but if you know where any of them are from you get a big gold star ⭐️

it’s your touch that i need

the best friend’s brother!satoru fic that i’m planning on posting next….. i’m . Unsure if i’ll have time to post it this week but :’3 i’ll get it done!!! honestly i just think bfb!toru is insanely attractive so this is mostly an outlet for that but . i have a plot mapped out kind of… the unrequited love trope is just perfect for him but it’s Me so it’ll probably be less angsty and more funny/bittersweet !!

here’s a snippet from it <3

”you’re a good kid,” he says, and his smile teeters on the edge of something apologetic. mostly, it’s pitying. ”there are lots of people out there for you.” the weight of his palm on your head is usually a comfort, but like this? it’s a specific kind of torture. he ruffles your hair, as affectionate as ever, the same as it’s always been. not a trace of any romantic intent. there are lots of people out there for you. (i know, you want to tell him, but your voice is raspy and your throat feels sort of dry. i know. but i want you.)

hunter, you were human

my neglected mer!sugu fic…… our beloved fish man….. one day. i’ll write it out. i’m having some trouble deciding the order of events + general formatting of the outline so 😭😭 i’m a bit stuck. i’ll get there though!!! this au has angst potential but it’s Me so trust that this will be fluffy and nothing else. lots of banter and cutesy moments. i have a lotttt of thoughts about this au and character/reader dynamic so….. i’m. really excited to eventually write it all out!!! i love him sm :cc

“i don’t really like freshwater.” … your eyes widen. his voice is silky, smooth, like a silver river running from the forked tip of his tongue; a melodic lilt that makes you think of the lullaby your mother used to sing you to sleep with. a long, slow moment passes you by, like the rocking of a rusty ship. silently, your tongue forms around a bundle of words, your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. staring at the merman in your bathtub. “you can talk?!”

consider the hairpin turn

THE BELOVEDEST OF THEM ALL …… my extremely neglected best friend’s brother!kenjaku fic T_T my magnum opus even . i started writing it out a while ago but had to stop bc i can’t decide how to format it …. i think it’d be best to tell the story through a lot of flashbacks but it’s difficult to decide where to put what flashbacks in a way that doesn’t disturb the flow, yk??? but i do have everything outlined and i’m super excited to finally post it :33 someday… bfb!kenny is the actual loml i have so much lore planned for him. this fic is just a whole bunch of yearning and tension… the tiniest tiniest bit suggestive bc he truly makes me ill.

nervously, your gaze trails towards the stairs. worried, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. kenjaku notices. a large palm cradles your cheek; making sure your eyes stay locked onto his own. ”don't worry about him,” he soothes, a rough thumb smoothing down your skin. ”it’s just us here… just you and me. why don’t you take a deep breath for me, hm?” (you do. without thinking. as if your body was waiting for instructions, waiting to satiate this gnawing desire to impress him, make him proud. be good for him.)  “now,” he exhales, in tandem with you, molecules mingling together. “do you want this?” 

only in the next world

ANOTHER DEARLY BELOVED WIP that’s been rotting in my drafts for a while ….. 👉👈 i think that out of all of these fics this is the first one that i wrote the outline to?? probably even before i made this blog. it’s basically just a canon-aligned au where gojo navigates his maybe-possibly-feelings for you, a new teacher at jujutsu high!! sooo really just my attempt to write what i view as a more canon-aligned gojo and his feelings towards love :3 mostly character-centered fluff and slowburn… some office au vibes…. i’m very fond of this reader!! and i love this version of gojo so bad i really hope i can do him justice…

“they’re a softie, huh?” shoko exhales — smoke drifting past her lungs, mingling with the cold air, a stench of tobacco that makes him crinkle his nose. ”they are,” she hums, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. a dangerously knowing look. “it’s not often someone captures your attention.” gojo smiles. ”is that what it seems like?” he drawls, almost a chuckle. closing his eyes and thinking of you, the fading scent of your perfume. ”well, who knows.” (certainly not him.)

signs of affection

my sickeningly fluffy cult leader geto fic <333 bc i’m spreading the agenda that he is a puppy of a man towards his s/o. this one is just meant to be funny and sweet!! i adoreee the thought of him dating a retired sorcerer with a normal ass job so in this one the reader works at a preschool…. and they’re meant to attend some kind of event for the preschool + is offered to bring a plus one. mild chaos ensues (geto doesn’t want to be anywhere near your non-sorcerer colleagues but he also wants to support you so he’s having a bit of a crisis rn…..) i LOVE this one and i’m so excited to write it out <333333 i think this geto is the most endearing man alive.

suguru blinks, eyelashes fluttering, gleaming under the shallow light of the lamppost just behind him. illuminating the peach-dyed flush dusting his ears, those wide pupils. and his lips, glossy with something cherry-flavoured, soon to curl up into a smile — fond, fond, fond. melting into your touch, basking in your long-sought attention. if he were a cat, you’re sure he'd be purring. he places one big palm over yours, where it rests on his cheek, and he stares. silently, like you’re the only thing worth seeing; dreamy galaxies inside his eyes, all honey and star clusters, leaking adoration. a milky way of love. ”… another,” he pleads, nosing at your fingertips.

[john-of-liechtenstein]

mind diver demo by indoor sunglasses

installment 2 of ? upcoming games where i played the demo but my searches on tumblr only yield infuriating unrelated results so i must be the change i want to see in the world. my wife recommended this to me fresh off my obra dinn hype bc it has the lucas pope seal of approval and so far it does seem super intriguing. in this one you're a mind diver, which means exactly what it says on the tin. your client is a young woman who experienced memory loss around the time her boyfriend went missing, and it's your task of restoring her memories to find out what happened. you do this by swimming through her mind from scene to scene, listening in on echoes, fragments of conversation, and attempting to patch "memory holes" with the right objects afterwards. this in turn unlocks more echoes that will help patch other memory holes. sometimes the right objects might be in a different scene and so you have to navigate multiple memories at once.

i really enjoyed the strange, subdued experience of the "mind diving" and the style that really does make it feel like a bizarre reconstruction of real life events. the premise and the story so far intrigued me (though the direction it seems to be going in is pretty unsettling), and the puzzle/research aspect of it was fun. it's a little visually buggy right now, but i'm definitely looking forward to the full release some time this year!

[merakiui]

(⸝⸝⸝• ω •⸝⸝⸝) ♡ pretty eel........ shimmering, shining, he is a star!!!!!!!! ✨✨

"Be careful venturing too deep, darling, things aren't always what they seem in the dark..." I remember reading a note in one of the art books that the eels' body is luminescent since they live in the deep sea and I just...went a little out of control again and my victim is Jade.

This was so HARD, I don't draw underwater things, but I think this turned out really nice <3 I especially had fun adding the speckles to Jade's body.

[highdramas]

ok but first or second year resident flirting with jack’s wife knowingly or unknowingly that she’s jack’s wife and jack is losing it over the whole thing and keeps giving the newbie death stares from across the room whenever the newbie is near is wife and dana sees this all go down from the nurses station and just prepares for jack to go ape if the newbie crosses a line

rookie mistake | dr. jack abbot

pairing: jack abbot x f!attending!wife!reader

warnings: language, age gap (unspecified, but reader is late 20s/early 30s and jack is mid/late 40s), jack defends you because you are his lovely wife <3

word count: 1.8k

notes: if you are under 18 do not interact with my work or this fic. ANON THANK YOUUUU FOR THIS REQUEST <3 i adored this one <3 this is a continuation of ring of fire set in the future, but it's not necessary to read to understand this fic. if you would like to, though, you can find that here <3 not proofread so apologies for any errors!

on monday, you resign yourself to cut the newbie some slack. i mean, alex doesn't know, and if he did, you're almost certain that he would knock that shit off immediately. but... there's a small part of you that finds it a little bit amusing. and maybe you should be good and hold your hand up and say the words that would make any wise man run far, far away: "sorry, kid. you know your attending? yeah, that's my husband."

but that would just be too easy.

tuesday, you're ultimately surprised by the gumption that he has to continue to flirt with you. he says your name like he's purring it, and you can't help but scrunch your nose up slightly, looking up at the board to see where your skills are most needed. the amusement has mostly dissipated, being followed by a certain brand of annoyance that only a twenty five year old boy can draw out of you.

you roll your head to look at your forty nine year old man, coming out of the trauma that had come in thirty minutes ago, only to find that his gaze is already on you. his cheeks are slightly red, hands on his hips, eyebrows screwed up in that way that indicate to you that he's weighing his options about what the best course of action is, here. you wave at him with your fingers, and the new resident, alex, follows your gaze. he gives a big toothy grin to your attending and it takes everything within you to keep your face as neutral as possible. "man, abbot's a cool fuckin' dude," he says under his breath with a truly earnest reverence, and it almost makes you feel bad. almost.

"he's the best of us," you say, and it's entirely truthful. you can tell that jack is still cued in on your conversation. you slide your glance back over to him and wink before you look back to alex.

"yeah." he doesn't take a beat to look back at you with that unbridled hunger that he had been throwing your way through both of the shifts you'd worked together. "so. what're you doing after all of this?"

with raised eyebrows, you shrug your shoulders. "i have an idea or two." he looks just a hair too excited, and your face drops. "not like that. you know, if you want to be a doctor, you do need to actually have an attention for detail." you raise your left hand, revealing the gold band that you wear when you're working. “less flirting. more charting. go.”

when you look over at abbot with a slight exasperation, he just raises one eyebrow at you, and offers a tentative thumbs up– almost a question.

you give him a thumbs up back.

–

the next day, alex was going around to every person that you both worked with, attempting to get intel on you, and your love life.

dana scoffs when she hears the words come out of his mouth. “i mean, he can’t be all that. there’s no way he’s better than me. i was a diver at duke! i had a full ride!” the words are said with such true arrogance that even dana has to laugh.

“oh, kid, if only you knew.” she claps him on the shoulder and points her finger at him. “i’m only gonna tell you this once, alright– after that, you’re on your own. and don’t say i didn’t warn you.” she looks at him down the bridge of his nose– a remarkable feat, considering alex is nearing 6’1. “you don’t want to try your luck. you feel me?”

“but–”

“ah– what did i just say? you don’t want to try your luck. believe me.” she claps that same shoulder again. “and if you do, i knew nothing, and had nothing to do with it.”

you lean against the counter, very obviously eavesdropping, not like you really care– when abbot slides up beside you. he looks over his shoulder at alex, who is, of course, already looking at you. when he meets abbot’s gaze, his eyes go wide and he turns right around, going back to north-11 to finish up with the norovirus patient that jack had put him on. following jack’s line of sight, you can’t help but smirk as you watch alex take in a big gulp of air, slap a mask on, and step into what you’re sure is a hell made entirely of shit and vomit.

“you know,” you say lowly, your elbow brushing jack’s. “that is just mean.”

“all interns get a noro case when they come in,” he says seamlessly, looking between the board and the patient notes that he’s trying to wrap up. “it’s textbook.”

“his first day was three days ago. you usually give it at least a couple of weeks before you start sticking them on noro or food poisoning.”

“not all interns flirt with my wife, relentlessly, in front of me.” jack puts his undivided attention on you.

“oh my god.” you’re smirking. you’re smirking, wide, at your computer. when you look over at jack, you say, “you’re not seriously jealous of the kid?”

“it’s about respect.”

“i don’t think he’s even picked up on us yet. which is hilarious, in and of itself.” you finish up with your chart and put a hand on your hip. “no one’s telling him.”

“he keeps this shit up, he’ll be hearing it from me.”

you hum and pat your hand on his chest. he catches it, his thumb rubbing at the ring you wear. “you’re sexy when you’re jealous,” you say under your breath, close enough to him that you can get away with a little workplace flirting.

“i’m not jealous.”

–

he is jealous.

he’s jealous when he watches this kid– yeah, you may only be five years older than him, but he doesn’t linger on that fact too long– blatantly flirt with you. he gets jealous when alex leans in slightly towards you during shift, just a little too close than is friendly while you review patient notes and ongoing care. but then, he watches you do your little semi-awkward shuffle to the left, and he can’t even help his smirk. and then you look over your shoulder, make this face that says, can you believe this guy? and suddenly, it’s not that he’s jealous. it’s just that he loves you.

but then, on that thursday, alex touches you.

at first, you don’t even notice what he’s done. a little piece of hair has fallen into your eyes out of the tortoiseshell clip that you love so much– the one that jack picked up for you at a cvs because he knows how much you love tortoiseshell. and it’s so faint that you barely even register it. but it doesn’t matter. because you may not have realize, but jack certainly has.

alex’s hand hasn’t even dropped from where he’s tucking that loose piece of hair behind your ear when jack surges up, dana hot on his heels. “woah, woah, woah, let’s all cool it–” dana starts, but it’s no use.

jack puts a firm hand on alex’s shoulder, squeezing tighter than necessary. certainly firm enough to drive home his point. “hey, buddy,” jack says lowly, just enough so that alex can hear him loud and clear, without causing a scene that draws the attention of the entire emergency department. he has that sort of simmering intensity that always makes something swirl in your belly. “look, i’ve tried to be cool, man. i really have. but i’m only going to tell you this one time before i pull in a favor with gloria so that you complete your residency somewhere else. keep those grubby fucking hands off of my wife.”

mortification is an understatement for what you assume alex must be feeling. his face is beet red, eyes darting between you and abbot so fast you’d want to get him in for a head CT if he kept it up any longer. “i– holy shit– i did not know.”

“i know you didn’t,” jack says with a resolute nod. “but now you do. so keep your hands to yourself and we won’t have a problem.” he pats alex’s back once, and you cover your mouth with one hand and peer over at dana with wide eyes. she, can only shrug, roll her eyes, put her readers back on, and turn back to the charge desk. “go get a sandwich from the bin and take ten minutes. go.” 

alex looks at you and you feel bad, almost. you smile at him and say, “next time, if a woman says she’s not interested… take it at face value, before jack abbot has to get involved.”

“yes, ma’am. it will not happen again.” alex gives one last nod to jack, like a nervous teenage boy, before he’s off running towards the staff lounge with his tail between his legs.

jack rubs a hand over his face. you bite down on your lip, look at him, and you start to chuckle. soon, jack’s laugh begins to mix with yours, coalescing until you’re leaning against the charge desk with tears clouding your vision, his dimples fully out and on display.

“man,” he says, shaking his head. “i feel a little bad.” he says, his laughter still holding him by the sleeve, begging to tug him back under.

“you should be. you’re scary,” you say while his thumb catches one of the stray tears on your cheek.

he snorts. “i’m about as scary as a kitten.”

“i dunno. i think our friend would beg to differ.” you lean into him and squeeze his arm before you force yourself to pull away– you like to exude some semblance of professionalism at work. even if the thing you want to do is drag your husband to the on-call room and ravage him for defending your honor.

“yeah, well. guess i reserve it for special circumstances.” he crosses his broad arms over his chest and looks you, up and down. they land on your face and soften. “i love you, kid.” the way he calls you kid, versus alex, makes your chest squeeze. an old habit from your residency, a reminder of where you were and how far you've come now.

the fondness that you feel for him never gets smaller. the longer you've been with him, from that time where you were his resident, smoking weed on his living room floor and wondering if there was a world where this could all work... the thing that always remained true and steady was how much you liked jack. right down to his bones, you liked him.

how can you capture that all in a sentence?

you don't know. but you settle on, "i love you," emphasis on the most important word there is.

[yominero]

DEVIL MAY CRY — PUSSY DRUNK EDITION

PRESS START TO LOSE CONTROL

dmc men x fem!reader (separate)

your boyfriend goes feral between your thighs. oral fixation? more like obsession.

NOW LOADING... face-sitting, oral fixation, messy devotion, and dangerously horny devils. WHO IS NUMBER ONE?

PLAYER NAME: NERO PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 100 TITLE RANK: THE WORSHIPPER DIRTY SECRET: Once he got a taste, he became obsessed.

Nero is undeniably the most pussy drunk out of the three. He starts with the awkward energy of a guy who’s like, “Do I go left or—oh, got it baby,” and immediately spirals into addiction. His hands are gripping your thighs, his Devil Breaker locked around your waist, keeping you in place.

He lives to make you tremble with only his tongue. He loves watching you fall apart. He gets off on the sounds you make, the way you squirm, tug his hair, and scream his name, squeezing him between your legs as he goes deeper and deeper. And he calls himself a devil hunter? No, honey, he's a professional diver.

“Baby, fuck, I could do this all day. You taste so good. Look at you, already gone, and I haven’t even started.”

When you come, he doesn’t stop. He moans into your dripping folds, licks it up like he’s dying of thirst in the middle of the desert, welcomed into the oasis called you. It's terrible how much you spoil him... He can't go a day without seeing, feeling, or tasting you. And he claims that the only devil thing is his arm, how funny. Do we need to comment on his tongue and how it makes you open your own gate to Hell?

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk like it’s his life purpose.

Nero’s embarrassed about how much he loves it, but does it anyway. Over and over again. Let it rain over him, or on him—he wouldn’t mind which way it goes, especially if you just so happened to squirt and make a mess. Sometimes he's speechless, and he just looks up at you, licks his lips while staring at your fucked up face, and smiles like a child who seems to have received a long-awaited birthday present.

PLAYER NAME: DANTE PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 98 TITLE RANK: THE SHOW-OFF DIRTY SECRET: Loves the taste, the sound, the mess. He wants it all, and he wants you to know.

Dante loves oral. He’s cocky about it, and for a damn good reason, not to brag or anything, but he’s amazing at it. It’s not just about skill; he enjoys the whole act. The slow build-up, the angelic sounds you make when the devil is right between your legs. The visual. He’ll drag his tongue across your folds and then look up with a smirk, lips wet, like “You good, princess? Can I go deeper?”

He’ll eat you out on the couch, on the counter, on the damn floor. Loudly. Sloppily. Groaning like it’s the best meal he’s ever had, because let’s be honest—it is the best meal he’s ever had. After that, he doesn't want to taste or look at anything else. He knows very well what effect it has on and in you. He'll have the audacity to smirk when he feels your legs pressing and squeezing his face. Well, if he's going to die here, he'll die a happy man.

“You’re drippin’, babe. And I haven’t even done anything yet? Shit, I love this pussy.”

He ruts the mattress while he’s doing it. No shame. Your pleasure is his pleasure, you are his top priority, because nothing will make him feel better than the fact that he has done his job successfully, or as he likes to say, "Jackpot!"

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk and proud about it, will shout it off rooftops.

Dante absolutely, with no hesitation, makes you sit on his face. Grabs your ass and keeps you there, seated nicely on your throne. You know how it goes—two plus two, he is going to undress you, then go three in three, you are going to undress him. Four in four, you are going to freak some more. He says Jackpot when he hits the spot that will 100% guarantee an orgasm…Yeah, he won for life.

PLAYER NAME: VERGIL PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 90 TITLE RANK: THE STORM DIRTY SECRET: He acts like he’s in control, but when he’s down there? He’s gone.

Vergil doesn’t rush to eat you out. But when he does, it’s quiet, intense, and deliberate. He spreads you open with those gloves and examines you first like a rare artifact, then devours you with the focus of a warrior.

His tongue is slow and deep, keeping his eyes locked on your facial expression. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t moan, or make a sound. You are the one who wanted to play with the devil; might as well follow the game rules. As they say, the devil may work hard, but Vergil works harder.

But the second you moan? He groans into you, stops just for one millisecond to take a deep breath and regain his composure. Still, the man is a control freak; give him a second or not, it doesn't matter since you don’t know how to count right now anyway.

“Be still,” he murmurs, gripping your thighs. And no matter how fast your head spun, you knew you would most likely have his fingerprints on you—as a reminder, a rule, a command, of what your role is. “You will come when I allow it.”

And he forces you to hold eye contact if he’s angled right. You’ll be crying, blinking, and averting your gaze, and he’ll whisper, “You’re not done yet.” You're far from done...Ah, he and his orgasm denial kink are taking over once again. Great, this is just what you needed at this moment. You looked at him with those pitiful and shocked eyes, expecting at least a little mercy. Don't worry, you'll get compensation as long as you can endure what’s coming next, and you better hope it’s going to be you.

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk while he’s feral in silence.

Vergil enjoys this a little too much because it gives him power, and seeing you fall apart from just his mouth, feeds every possessive urge in him to ruin you. He is literally synonymous with "Actions speak louder than words" and proves it every damn time. Doesn't want to admit it, and he absolutely never will, only over his dead body, but when you moan his name and desire more than you can bear, it provides an inner satisfaction to him. But he knows your limits... sometimes.

©2025 yominero do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[cobraaah]

Sebastian solace x gn reader (fem anatomy but like,, they/them pronouns if that's alr,,) smut,,, breeding kink,, or something like that,, preferably with emphasis on size dif and power imbalance,, and perhaps some degrading? PLEASE IM BEGGING SOOOOO HARD

Pairing• [Sebastian ♡ Reader]

A/N• YES!! I originally was gonna do something like this in the first place, so it worked out! I had multiple ideas on how his anatomy would work , like some 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ideas. But I decided to keep it tame since I don't know how 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 you guys are. I still don't know how warnings work, LOL.

Warnings• Smut 18+, breeding, size dif, power imbalance, degrading

Word count• 1.1 K

Discount

Reaching door fifty wasn't the easiest, considering you accidently angered Eyefestation, and you managed to actually survive Pandemonium on a whim. With you being rushed multiple times by Angler and Blitz, you never had the right opportunities to check for data, leaving you with a measly one hundred intel. With a deep breath pushing open door fifty, you're met with the familiar voice of your condescending fishy friend, Sebastian. "Hey, over here." His voice rang through the vent beside you, sounding unexciting as ever. Popping open the vent and crawling through you're met with the tall hybrid, towering over you. As your eyes locked on his bored ones, his fins flared out slightly upon noticing it was you. "Oh! Hello my little minnow, what may you be looking for today? I stumbled upon this black light, it's pretty rare, four hundred Intel for it." A small smirk came on his face as a frown formed on yours. "What's the problem? Couldn't reel in that much Intel so far? Normally, you come in and buy everything, but it seems you're lacking today." A soft tsking noise can be heard from him as his tail flicked. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyeing the black light strapped to his tail. It could come in use against those annoying squiddle later on. "Could you maybe give me a . . discount?" Managing to look back up at him, his gaze still boreing in on you. Silence covered the room as he stared at you before laughing. "A. . A discount?"

His laughter quickly died down as he realized you weren't joking with him. "Awh. . oh.." He glanced off to the side with his eyes squinted, he pops his clawed fingers in a fidgeting motion as he seemed in thought. His esca flickerd for a moment before he turned back to you, "I have a proposition! How about I give you a very generous discount since you're not an annoying parasite like the rest of the little divers they send down here. ." His voice trailed off to something more luscious. "In exchange though, you give yourself up to me?" A patronizing grin formed on his face as he saw the soft blush creep onto your face. Your mouth moved, but nothing came out in protest, just soft stutterd "I. ."'s and "Wha. ."'s fell from your mouth. The embarrassment at the idea picked at your brain. "Are you stupid or something? Did you forget how to speak?" The snarkness in his voice makes your stomach flutter. "I guess. ." Timidly accepting his terms, his grin comes back, briefly flashing his sharp teeth. "Well then, shall we get started, my dear?"

Sebastian is leaned against the wall, he's already ripped off your diving gear, leaving you bare on top of him. With your back flushed against his chest, two of his lower arms hold onto your waist, covering it completely, holding you in place. "Seb. ." You softly mumble out as your head is tilted down looking at how his tentacle like cock slithers out of the slit a bit under his lower abdomen where his tail like body starts. His unoccupied hand grabs your chin rather roughly tilting it up, his hot breath pants against your neck. His long tongue emerges from his mouth licking along your neck before mumbling something incoherent you couldn't catch onto. You feel his cock rub against your stomach in a sort of rutting motion, pre slicked onto your stomach as Sebastian let out a groan. He slowly guided his cock inside you, you gasp at the unfamiliar feeling of the arrow like head pushing its way deeper into you. The stretch making you gasp as he finally lowered you all the way. He lifted you up effortlessly and pushing you back down, using you like you were nothing. You whimpered at the feeling of him biting down on your shoulder to muffle his groans. Your mouth forms a 'o' shape as the head of his cock kisses your cervix and the small bumps on the underside of his member rubbing against spots you never knew existed, making your vision haze with pleasure.

His thrusts pick up, using you effortlessly. "Fuh. . hah.. fucking take it." He groans against the nape of your neck. "Jeez. . humph.. m'gonna fuck you till you're stupid. You won't mind right?" His patronizing tone resurfacing as you respond with choked gasps and whimpers. "Aww you can't even form any words, you're so fucking dumb. My dumb little toy." He harshly groaned against your ear, feeling how you're walls clenched around him as he said that. "Such a dirty, dirty little thing." He nipped against your neck as he neared his climax, your eyes open up slighty as you hear a soft thumping noise. Glancing over you see Sebastians tail wagging against the floor. "Drive me so crazy. . m'gonna fill you up. Yeah?" His voice wavers into soft hitches as you feel him twitch inside you. The feeling of one of his hands dragging down your stomach to the clit, roughly flicking the pad of his finger back and forth, desperate for your release on him. That familiar burning feeling in your stomach quickly builds up. With a few final flicks of his finger you let out a whimper as you reach your climax and cum around his cock. He twitches inside you for a final time before roughly slamming you down all the way on him, groaning against your neck as he stuffs your tiny cunt full of his cum. He holds you down for a few more moments before his grip on you softens.

Both of your soft pants and breaths fill the room as you come down from your highs. Gently lifting you off of his retreating member, he helps you get dressed again in your gear. "And heres your promised discounted item, my sea fireflie." A sofend grin formed on his face as he picked the black light off his tail and handed it to you. "Th. . thanks.." You mumbled as you leaned against the table next to him, having a hard time standing up. "Maybe discounts for you will be more frequent. Don't cha' agree?" A snicker left him as you collected yourself. "Thanks Seb." You mumbled your goodbyes to him and crawled back through the vent. "Goodbye." He said, dragging it out longer than he should.

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Scuba divers 141 x mermaid reader who leads them to her ocean farm to get rid and crack open some sea urchins for her and in return she swims with them and lets them take the fatter urchins back with them. send tweet