#poor little fisherman...

[tamvmat]

More Dredge fan art 💚 I just really love the whole mood of this game so much.

Ink linework, scanned then coloured with Photoshop

[presepohne]

fisherman!Simon being mean to mute mermaid!Reader

swear on life i have a full ghoap x reader au on this and simon is still very mean. nothing serious just a very mean simon and handsy too. love depraved mermaid reader. she's my naive bb

you can't sing, you can't lure this big hunk of a mean human and he takes total advantage of it. tugs your hair, squishes your cheeks so that they become sore, calls you a sea mutt, tugs at your fins and calls you a pet, explicitly touches you and mutters how you'll be a good thing to use, maybe sold at an auction at a high bidding, checking your teeth; sharp things, pretty pearls.

except you poor innocent little thing, are so happy that this human picked you up and touches you and talks to you at least. loneliness has made brutality love for you. so you cling, even if he's mean, at least he gives you fresh fishes, right? this human loves you, right?

reminds me of the quote, when love is given to you in scraps, you'll lick the knife clean.

[specshroom]

*°~There are many benefits to being a mage~°*

Includes: Fem reader x male orc, size kink, "human fetish", friends to more?

In which: Orc with a big problem confides in his mage friend who decides to help him out with a useful spell~🪄

You've been in this town for quite a while now, almost 3 years. That wasn't the original plan but It just so happened that this seaside town was more welcoming than many places you've been to on your travels. It sits at the coast of two major trade routes, connecting people of many different walks of life.

The friendliness and diversity you experienced allowed you to make a few friends you might not have otherwise.

Like the one you're sharing breakfast with right now. His name is Grimmok and he's the self-proclaimed, "Best fisherman in this damn town". He's your typical young, burley orc.

The first time you met him was in the local pub, you were intrigued when a crowd formed infront of the huge orc. He was dramatically telling one of his fisherman's tales and the small crowd hung onto his every word. He was a very good story teller and you happened to be very interested in folklore and myths. You made a habit of just walking up to him, if he didn't look busy and asking him to tell you a story. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see you sitting on the docks listening and writing intently as he waxes on about some old wives tale while repairing his nets.

Now you sit in his home, eating breakfast while he grumbles on about having to train a new fishing boy.

"The boy gets distracted by the smallest things, every time someone even resembling female walks past the docks he's panting like a dog." Grimmok bites into his ridiculously large breakfast sandwich signaling the end of his rant.

He did look more grumpy than usual when he opened the door to let you in for your weekly Sunday breakfast. His shoulder length black hair was tied into a hasty half up half down bun and his stubble looked more scruffy than usual. You can only huff in amusement at his troubles.

"Cmon, don't be too harsh on the kid. You did the same thing with Rosie Cotton, remember?"

The orc stills and huffs indignantly, scratching at his neck. This makes you grin.

"Mhm, you'd be telling me a story and then just stop in the middle of a sentence. I'd look up and sure enough there's Miss Rosie walking on by. Fiery hair flowing in the wind, cleavage spilling out her dress, swaying those hips and-"

Grimmok interrupts your overdramatic musing by flicking your pointy hat off your head.

"Hey!"

"You're acting like you didn't like looking at her too." The big guy grumbles almost like a child. He wipes his hands on his plaid pajama pants and picks up his empty plate, heading towards the sink.

You lean down to pick your hat off the floor, dust it off and mumble,

"Yeah, but I never got to bed her."

The dishes in the sink clatter a little too loudly as he tenses up. You hardly try to stifle your laugh.

"We didn't actually...she was...too small... For me to...." The orc struggles out as he wipes his plate clean.

It's quiet for a minute until you ask.

"But she did try, right? I'm pretty sure that counts, Grim."

The orc just grumbles something unintelligible. You want to sympathise with the poor guy but imagining Rosie Cotton, a "short stack" type of woman, trying to fit his massive green cock in her little pussy was pretty erotic.

"I want to feel bad for you mate but you kind of bring this on yourself. You obviously have a bit of a human fetish."

"It's not a-" The orc goes to defend himself but stops and just sighs when he realises it's no use.

"...and a size kink to boot." You mumble with toast in your mouth.

"I can't help it if I think horny humans trying desperately to take my cock is literally the hottest thing to me!" Grimmok finally lets the dam of sexual frustration burst after you've done a sufficient amount of poking at it. You always were good at getting him to actually talk about his problems.

"But the problem comes in when I actually have to fuck them, they can barely take half! How am I supposed to fuck them!? I'm too big! I'd kill them!"

You can't help but choke on your toast as a cackle forces itself from your throat. "Sorry. I'm sorry!" You struggle between snorts. Your big green friend just stands there with a grimace, arms crossed as he waits for you to finish.

You sigh and wipe your watering eyes. "Well, I'm glad you've confided in me because now I can help you." You wipe your hands clean and stand up from the orc sized table.

"You know that cool thing I can do with my hat?" You take your hat off and reach inside of it, the magic pocket space allowing you to reach your whole arm inside of it when you physically shouldn't be able to.

He nods sceptically still leaning against the sink, a bit concerned about where this is going. He thought by "help" you meant like you were going to pep talk him or something.

"We just have to do this but with...." You gesture down to your crotch.

Grim stands there, mouth slightly agape, blinking at you.

"I mean it's not exactly the same obviously." You pull your trusty spell book out of the hat before placing it back on your head while the pages of the spell book fly open to the page you want. "You basically draw this sigil on someone and then they'll be able to take whatever they can push inside no matter how big. Girth might still be an issue though..."

You explain this to him like you've explained many other spells, like you're reading him a recipe, deliberating what ingredients would work best. He doesn't even know how to react honestly.

"You're serious?"

You clap the book shut and adjust your hat on your head, smugly shrugging,

"This is what I do."

The poor guy just stumbles in disbelief.

"Magic, I mean.... Magic is what I do." You correct yourself a bit awkwardly and clear your throat, regaining your confidence.

"It's a pretty easy spell so we can try this whenever you want really."

"We?"

"Alright! Alright."

"Well yeah, unless you want me to go up to Rosie Cotton and say "Hey love, you mind if I put this sigil on your womb so my friend can finally pound your tight little-"

Grimmok rubs his face with his hands, sighing again and looking unsure. You lean against the sink next to him, barely coming up to his pecs.

"Look, it'll just be a one time thing so you can actually see if human pussy's all that and if you like it, I'm sure we can find plenty of humans who would love to try it out."

"...Alright. That sounds good."

You give a slap to his thick bicep and an encouraging "ata boy."

"and if you don't like this one, I'm sure I could find a spell that'll just make you..." He doesn't miss how you glance down at his crotch. "Smaller."

He huffs and pushes your shoulder playfully, he liked how you could always joke away the tension in any given situation. You walk up to the big wooden chair you were sitting at a second ago and pull it away from the table so that it's facing outward, struggling a bit as it's very much orc sized like most things in his house.

"Cmon. Sit."

You pat the chair, looking at him expectantly.

"Now?"

He's really not used to other people being so forward especially not when it's his mate. You shrug at him.

"Why not? I mean we can wait till you're ready, I don't mind. I have literally all day."

You put your hands behind your back and rock on your feet as you both just stand in his kitchen for about a minute...waiting. He eventually huffs and steels himself, fully committing to the idea and walking over to plop himself in the chair. He's going to put his dick inside one of his best mates.

You place your hat on the table so it doesn't get in the way of your activity and step in front of him. You levitate your spell book In front of you, looking down at the page with the sigil that's way more familiar than you're letting on.

"Okay, I'll face this way so it's less....personal." You turn around so your back is facing him. "You do still need to take off your pants though."

He smacks his teeth, "I figured that." He mumbles, pushing his soft pajama pants down to his mid thighs, immediately freeing his cock as he wasn't wearing underwear. He leaves his white long sleeve on, the sleeves folded to his elbows, giving you a perfect tease of his thick strong arms and multiple tattoos. When he looks back at you and sees that you've already disappeared your pants, he quickly looks away.

Sensing his nervousness you ask with a softer voice than before,

"can I sit?"

He clears his throat before grumbling a "Yeah."

You gently lean down and sit your naked ass onto his lap, legs open wide over his own you can see his half hard cock laying between his legs but try not to stare. Obviously Grimmock is a big guy but he's even big by orc standards so of course his cock is massive even when he isn't fully hard.

Grimmock clears his throat and jolts you out of your thoughts. You adjust a bit on top of him feeling his happy trail against your lower back. Your eyes skim the page levitating in front of you, when you finally find the incantation passage you straighten up and start chanting the ancient words in the text. Your eyes glow and the air feels static, Grim has seen magic before but the novelty never truly wears off.

An intricate shape starts to form right above your pubic bone, where your womb would be. The sigil glows brightly on your skin as Grim peers from above your head to look at it. At first glance he thinks it looks a bit demonic but then remembers he doesn't know anything about magic and decides not to mention it. When the sigil is complete you clap the book shut, immediately cutting off the static energy in the room and startling him in the process.

"That should do it."

You place the book on the table and lean back against his clothed chest, feeling the tension in his body not letting up.

"Damn, I can't believe little Miss Rosie took half of this. What a lass."

Your joke lightens the mood once again as Grimmock scoffs at you. Feeling him relax, you bring your hand down to finally touch the wetness that's been growing for awhile now. "We should still do some prep before you put it in. Is that alright?"

He nods and watches your hand disappear between your thighs. You readjust so that your boot clad feet are on either side of the chair rests. Opening yourself up to the air and to him, he can see you've already got two fingers pushing inside. He hesitates before reaching for his cock and slowly starting to stroke himself under you but it was painfully clear he was holding back.

"I know I'm not as short or.... endowed as Miss Cotton but I could put on a red wig if you'd like."

Grim huffed a laugh at the mental image of that.

"Oh wow~ Grimmie, you're soooo big and strong~"

You say in a high pitched voice (that doesn't sound anything like Rosie Cotton), using her embarrassing pet name while looking up at him and batting your eyelashes dramatically.

Grim scoffs and holds his hand over your mouth "Stop playing around." He tries to sound serious but his smile and the grumble in his chest betrays him. You laugh against his hand holding his wrist. You slowly pull his hand off your mouth and inch it gradually down your body giving him ample time to pull away. He doesn't and you move his hand to rub against your wet pussy ever so gently.

You're both looking into each other's eyes, this was not supposed to be so intimate but it doesn't look like he minds when he takes charge and slowly eases two fingers inside your aching pussy. His thick fingers stretch your pussy so good as you lightly buck into his hand, greedy pussy already hungry for more. The way he's looking down at you with so much need gets you so hot inside. A heat that only increases when he starts pumping his fingers in and out. Grim works you open with one hand and pumps his fat cock with the other.

This entire situation has you pent up and impatient so you pull his hand away and sit up, "I can take it now." He can't help but groan at your words but remains concerned at the perceived lack of prep. Whenever he fools around with humans most of the engagement is spent just doing prep so he's more than a little worried, "Are you sure?"

You don't reply as you gently take his fully hard cock from his hand, holding it up against your stomach to see how far inside you this thing could go. You both groan at the comparison between his ridiculously massive dick and your body, he reaches way past your belly button and into your stomach. Definitely more than a human could safely take. You adjust your legs so that you're almost squatting on his lap, your feet plant on the seat on either side of his hips.

You support yourself with your hand resting on the seat between his legs and lift yourself so you can rub your wetness along the length of his cock. He brings his rough hands to hold your hips gently, not applying pressure but just resting there so he can have something to hold.

You lift yourself up until his tip is in-line with your entrance, slowly rubbing it against your clit. You both groan lightly when the tip pops in and you slowly ease yourself down his cock. He's amazed at how easy your cunt swallows him. You pause half way down to adjust and give a few pumps to the rest of him before your hand leaves his cock to settle next to your other hand on the chair in front of you. He squeezes your hips a little in silent concern and you smile before easing the rest of him in, gently descending until you reach the hilt. Your pubes kiss his and he can't help but let out a weak moan at the sight and feeling of you taking all of him. Finally feeling tight walls grip the entire length of his cock has him reeling. You're overwhelmed as well, It's been a while since you've taken someone this big.

You slowly circle your hips around so that you really feel his cock against your walls deep inside you, you're obviously very pleased with yourself. Grim is seeing stars, eyes shut, head tilted back, trying to regain himself even a little while his literal dreams are coming true.

"Well, we know it works. I guess that's it then." You move to lift yourself off his cock as if your work is done.

"Nononono, Please no. Please."

Comes Grim's hasty but soft displeasure, both his thick arms circle around your waist to keep you in place as he leans against your back, head resting on your shoulder.

"What's the matter big guy?" You lean into his chest, stroke his arm and turn your head to look at him. He huffs, you know exactly what's the matter. He takes a deep breath and lifts his head to look at you.

"I need you."

Your heart jumps in your chest.

"I need you to fuck me...please."

You look up at him, wide eyes, mouth agape as he looks back down at you. The moment is almost sweet until your mouth forms into an evil grin and you snicker softly, a dreadfully familiar mischievous glint in your eyes. Grim closes his eyes and almost regrets all the choices that lead him here.

"Riiight~. I almost forgot, this is probably the first time you've actually been able to fuck someone sooo much smaller than you."

"Poor guy, you must be so pent up, huh?"

You reach down to gently hold his massive ballsack, making him suck in a breath and twitch his thighs.

All he can do is let out a choked moan of your name which only makes you chuckle.

"I can really play the part for you, if you'd like. Y'know the, "Ah, your so deep!" and "You're filling this human pussy up so good!""

You laugh when you feel his dick twitch. Poor Grim can only grip your waist and try to keep his hot face from getting hotter. He looks down at you with pleading eyes and you decide you're not so evil after all. You pat his arms and move them so he's holding your waist. He startles a little when you playfully kiss him on the cheek.

"I've got you big guy."

You lean forward again with your feet under you and start to lift yourself up very slowly until the top of his cock is juuust about to pop out. Your thighs burn as you stay there for a few seconds, teasing Grim and yourself. Grim thinks he might actually cry if you don't move.

Suddenly you grip the edge of the chair and force yourself down hard on his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust. You both groan very loudly, he downright yelps with the sudden movement. You grip the chair and clench around him so hard he can't help the way he grips your waist tightly. One hand covers his mouth as he tips his head back and tries to not cum immediately. He tries to regain his breathing but you have other plans. You can feel him twitch inside you and a desperate need to be filled engulfs you.

You start thrusting up and down on his dick, moving your whole body up and down his length. It's a good thing he can't see your face because you are enjoying this way too much. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you bite your lip, the sensation of being filled to the literal brim is intoxicating. You work yourself and him so diligently, it's no time before your thrusts become more frantic and you're right at the peak. With one final deliberate thrust you cum hard around him, clenching and unclenching like you're trying to milk him dry.

You both moan freely now, though his are more like growls. Your pulsing walls quickly lead him to his own climax, holding you close to his chest and thrusting up into your cunt, spilling hot seed deep inside your womb. You shake and squirm even more with the blissful feeling of your walls being coated with his spend.

After a few moments of you two spasming and twitching you eventually ease up and fall limply against his chest, adjusting your thighs to rest on top of his again. You breathe out a long sigh and bask in the fullness of your cunt, stroking your stomach up and down.

You're blissfully unaware of the knowing smirk that grows on his face. He cards his fingers through his hair, composing himself a little more. His warm hand joins yours in caressing up and down the expanse of your stomach and chest, loving how small you feel in his hold.

"You've done this before." His voice comes out in a low growl that makes you shiver, not expecting it. You crane your head up to see him smirking down at you and all you can do is sit and stare. He chuckles deeply,

"There ain't no way, this is your first time taking a cock this size."

You stumble for words but none come out. His hands caress your thighs and one hand comes up to gently hold your jaw. He leans down really close to your face.

"You're a size queen."

You suck in a breath and your pussy clenches involuntarily around his cock which you only noticed now hasn't gone down at all. Grim laughs louder this time.

"I should've known the second you pulled out that spellbook."

You sit there, quite embarrassed at being caught. You smack his hand away from your waist.

"Shut up, you're the one with the-"

"Yes, we both know about my kinks, you teased me about it enough which is very hypocritical of you."

Grim is just loving the way you fluster and fumble for words right now.

"Oh, so you don't have a thing for inhumanly huge cock?"

He challenges and uses both his hands to bring your naked thighs to your chest, exposing your pussy, leaking with his seed.

"So you don't like the way I stretch and fill this little human pussy?"

You can't help but whine at his dirty words and the position he's binding you into. His cock adjusting inside of you, hitting a new spot.

"If you don't, I guess I could just pull out and-"

"Nonononono... Grim Cmon."

You frantically babble your disagreement, shaking your head. He chuckles again, very pleased with himself at turning the tables on you but thankfully for you he's not as evil as you are and his dick is still painfully hard.

"Alright Darlin, I'll take care of you."

He lifts himself from the chair, leaving a puddle of both of you when he stands. He comforts your whines when he pulls out to set you ass up on the table and just stands at the edge, one hand on his hip and the other leisurely stroking his cock.

You look back at him with confusion, expecting him to just fuck you over the table already.

"If you ask nicely."

He says looking real smug, you sigh in defeat and turn your body so that you're facing him. You disappear the rest of your clothes, leaving you stark naked on the large kitchen table you were just eating breakfast at. That realisation makes him pump his cock harder.

You press your knees as close to your chest as possible and bring your hands down to your puffy, leaking pussy. You spread your folds for him with your fingers and say, as sexily as you can manage.

"Please fuck me Grim."

Grim is so fucking floored, he's cursing himself for not thinking of doing this sooner. He sighs and pumps his cock harder, lining the leaking tip up to your pussy lips. He eases it inside and the new position makes for a new sensation for both of you as different spots are brushed and tension melts away. Once he's balls deep again he gently worms his arm underneath your back to lift you up with ease. You wrap your arms around his neck for support being mindful not to pull his hair. Suddenly you're face to face, looking into his eyes for the first time since you started.

You look into his dark eyes and they relax you, this is your best friend, you trust him. His eyes leave yours to stare at your parted lips. When he sees that familiar quirk on your lips he looks back to your eyes, catching the mischievous glint. You lean closer so that your noses are just brushing against eachother. You feel his breath hitch when your lips meet his. He spares no time getting into it and moves his lips against yours. You make out while he adjusts your body in his hold, one hand on your ass and the other on your waist.

He then, without warning, lifts you up and brings you down hard thrusting the whole length of his cock into you in one hearty thrust. You break from the sloppy kiss for a moment to groan out in absolute ecstasy, loving the way he takes the lead from you effortlessly. He brings down your whole body to meet his upwards thrusts. The way he's basically using your entire body like a fleshlight makes you embarrassingly horny.

It feels like it's been years since you were fucked like this, the way your body is reacting, so sensitive you're sure you could cum again any minute. This is exasperated greatly when he brings you closer to his chest with one arm locked around you so that he can worm his other hand in-between you two and rub at your engorged clit.

You grab at his wrist as he frantically works you to your climax, you basically scream when you finally reach that high. Clenching and shaking on his cock while he holds you up with his buff arms. You cling into him so tightly, getting drool on his shirt. You even squirt a little, getting your wetness all over his cock and the floor. Your intense climax once again has him reeling. The sight of you clinging onto him, squirting and losing yourself on his cock makes his balls clench painfully as his frantic thrusts turn faster and sloppier. He reaches his climax as he holds you close, groaning into your neck, pumping another thick load deep into you.

You both stay like that for a while, coming down from your respective highs. Your fingers slowly unclench from his shirt moving down to lazily caress his chest, feeling it move with his breaths as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He slowly manoeuvres your legs so he can sit back down on the chair, holding you to his chest. His hand strokes down your back as you both soak in the warm, tranquil after glow. His breathing evens out to a steady rhythm and your eyes flutter closed.

Knock knock knock

You both jolt awake and stare at each other wide eyed and then at the front door, which is very much visible from the kitchen. You both stay quiet and he holds you closer to hide your fully naked body if the rude intruder somehow manages to break the door down.

Knock knock knock

"Uhh Mr Grimmock Sir?"

The tension in Grim's body sags when he hears who's on the other side of the door. A hand goes to massage his impending migraine.

"BOY! What do you want?!"

You can imagine the way the poor fishing boy cringes at the anger in Grim's voice.

"Sorry Sir, I was wondering if you could give me some extra lessons on the boat?"

Grim growls in frustration, you chuckle in amusement and start kissing up his neck which settles him down a little.

"Tomorrow lad, it's Sunday."

"But I was-"

"Tomorrow."

The finality in his tone seems to get through to the young man as he mutters an "Alright Sir, see you then." Before walking off, his steps getting lighter and lighter.

"He doesn't want to work all week but suddenly he wants to work on Sunday?!"

Grim's irritation is clear as he gestures to the door incredulously. You can't help but laugh at the orcs misfortune. You settle your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand playing with his hair as his hand begins to stroke down your back again.

"Thank you for...helping out"

He says, quite genuinely.

"Anytime."

You throw him a thumbs up and he has to laugh and shake his head at the award winning nonchalance. When the amusement fades though he leans forward in the chair and brings his hands lower to cup your ass cheeks.

"Anytime?"

You can feel his soft cock gradually hardening inside your pussy and you look up at him in utter disbelief.

"Unbelievable."

You shake your head and chastise him but the smile that breaks on your face rats you put. He grins and lifts you up, walking out of the kitchen. His mouth marks up your neck and his stubble tickles, dull tusks dig into the sensitive skin.

"Just unbelievable."

You mutter to yourself again as your legs hug around his waist tighter and you feel his cum dripping out of your hole, leaving a trail all the way to his bedroom.

[bloodfiendarling]

𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭

【 𝐈 】 , 【 𝐈𝐈 】

pair — octopus siren!reader x pirate!aventurine

wc — ~600

contains — dom top reader, sub bottom char, written with fem reader in mind but it can be seen as gn, porn with plot i guess?, dubcon bordering on noncon, tentacle fucking (duh), choking (only in the start tho), mindbreak, belly bulge, pregnancy mention, violence mention (at the end only)

ah .. i cant believe my first posted fic is avenchan .. x_x even tho my entire theme is argenti .. a little scared of posting my work www ;; either way , i think i busted when i saw this art sob sob . cogs in my brain making out a whole hentai plot .. i wrote this with my dick and not my brain . gomenne avenchan ! youre in the hands of a degenerate ! >_<

he really was the greedy type — despite being covered head to toe in stolen goods, aventurine really just can’t help but steal more, more, and more. those riches were the source of his infamy—and of course, his ego. he was a respected captain, feared, even.

of course, it didn't stop at stealing. the man gambled — be it his life or wealth. and he never lost, not once. lady luck really was always on the captain’s side, huh?

not today.

not when he decided to steal from a siren of all things.

“mnngh—!!” aventurine let out a muffled moan, eyes rolling back. his mouth was restricted with a tentacle — another was snaking around his neck, occasionally squeezing on it. the captain’s legs were pressed up against his chest, of course, restrained. he can’t even remember how many times he’s came.

aventurine, one of the most respected pirates out there, folded like a lawnchair and being fucked like a common whore by a siren.

what a sight.

“ah, are you gonna pass out, captain?” you ask, tone laced with fake pity, tapping on the side of his head a few times, “don’t tap out on me, captain. you said you wanted it, no?”

she wasn’t wrong, either. aventurine was the one who offered himself when he was caught. maybe even steal something once it was over — he wasn’t expecting to be the one on the receiving end, though..

as the tentacle on his mouth and neck finally loosened, the blonde let out a sharp gasp of air afterward — finally. though he went back to those pretty moans as soon as she continued to thrust the one in his hole deeper — loud, lewd squelching noises filling the siren’s cavern.

“you’re so tight. i can feel you squeezing me…” she rubbed on his stomach, a visible bulge on it. the second aventurine’s head drops down to see it, his eyes go wide — very obviously horrified. he didn’t even know he could take that much!

“mnn… look at that, captain,” she started, very much referring to the bump on his abdomen. “it’s so deep in you, huh? ah, i wish i could get you pregnant.”

the captain shook his head rapidly — “ah–! nnh.. no– nonono…” he sobbed.

“don’t worry, captain. not like i can anyway.” you teased, still relentlessly thrusting into him. you pressed a kiss on his cheek, wiping his tears away. he would be kicking you off, trying to get you the fuck off if him if it weren’t for your tentacles restraining all of his limbs. poor thing, how helpless he looked.

he let out a strangled moan, feeling her somehow thrust even deeper. his back arching into such a pretty crescent, tongue starting to loll out with how hard you were going.

dear god, he really did feel like he was going to get pregnant.

his moans were getting louder and louder. not to mention more erotic. you were sure a passerby fisherman would hear him.

“ah, ah, ah, more ♡”

“you want more, captain?” you asked. it was a genuine question, though. the aventurine, completely submitting with a few hard thrusts? the one oh so feared and infamous — you’ve even heard some other sirens talk about him.. and this is how he’s really like? a common slut?

“nngh– yes ♡” he nods, you swore you saw hearts in those gorgeous eyes looking back at you. the ones that looked in disgust and anger at first. “ahn, ah–♡ i wan’ you ♡”

you really did fuck him till he was braindead, huh.

maybe you were glad he didn’t come with a crewmate. you would’ve missed an opportunity and killed this pretty little gem.

hsr masterlist ♥︎

[heartfullofleeches]

Fish Sticks

Yan Mer Twins [Male and Nonbinary] + Cat Hybrid Fisherman Reader

[Suggestive Humor]

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Slow day at the water.

It'd be a miracle if this old, rickety boat of yours could get you off this crummy island and onto drier, more inhabited land. Your gut tells you otherwise, but maybe you'll take that trader's offer the next time they pop up. You don't trust the glint in their smile when they propose you climb aboard, but their products haven't poisoned you or knocked you unconscious long enough for them to kidnapp you so there could be a chance they aren't as sketchy as they seem.

Ah, well. No point in dwelling on it now-

Stretching your legs, the boat rocks with unseen movement. Upon instinct, you immediately retract your extended limbs towards your chest - a giggle mingling with the bubbles and pops of stirring waves.

"Brother? Do you see what I see? My vision has been spotty since that nasty old crab took that precious eye of mine."

Another swarm of laughter joins the chorus, shrill and ear splitting compared to the gentle flow of the predecessor.

"I believe I do. A lost little kitten pawing for fish in our waters. How queer. How delightful-"

Webbed hands snake up the sides of your boat like unkempt veins. Your boat rattles from weight crashed into its walls as your unseen provokers hurl their weights over aged boards. Twin, sharp toothed smiles bare down at you. Intuition kicking into overdrive for a second time, you bat the closest to you in the face with your tail.

"Naughty!" The masculine figure clicks, not a drop of signature anger behind the hiss of his voice. "It's not often our little kitten wants to play. We truly are being spoiled today, my dearest sibling."

The more androgynous of the two yanks their brother by the long, silky threads of his hair. "Don't tease the poor thing more than we already have. Look at our sweetie- They're practically wasting away. Little angel must be starving."

Assa and Thal. You don't quite remember when they made their selves known, but you do know they are the most predominant of your suitors. With their impressive sizes and their custom of working as a team, they managed to keep prey and other predators smaller than them at bay.

"Ah, yes- That is true. As an apology, we will make sure you are well fed, but first - I have a question for you, Darling."

Assa sinks his jagged fangs into his lower lip, hardly fight back a laugh.

"Do you.... like fish sticks?"

It dribbles down your chin before you even realize- You're drooling. Strips of fresh, delicious fish wrapped in a blanket of crunchy goodness. With luck, you still have some flour from your last trade with that wandering seller. Eggs won't be an issue, and you might have some seasoning stashed away for an occasion just like this.

"Should I take that as a yes?" The menace purrs.

You nod your head frantically.

"Mmm. Good to now." Assa reels in closer, smile ever persistent. "I'm guessing that is a rare treat for you. Not often do you have all the components to prepare such a dish. I'm sure you love to savor the taste of them, hm?"

The breading is incredibly filling. If you ration them out, they could last you several nights. If you engorged yourself on them in one go, there would be few to save you from choking despite your many admirers- A fare you've nearly come to before.

You nod once more- ears flicking with the bob of your head.

Ever the more reasonable of them, Thal can't help but join in on the fun. As it stands, you appear to be the only one left out of the party.

"I bet you love the flavor fish sticks leaves on your tongue. Makes me wonder how many you can take in one go."

Counting in your head, you confidently hold up three fingers. You've fit more than that in your mouth, but three is a safe limit.

Thal exclaims in surprise, clapping their hands with glee. "My, My!- We have ourselves a champion. We will have to join you for dinner someday to see your skills in action. As for now- Brother?"

"Right, right!" Shaking off the shackles of temptation brought on by your innocent claims, Assa hurls a large sack onto your boat - his sibling holding it in place from the massive weight as the bag lands with a wet thump.

"Until next time, Dear. You will forever be in our hours. Before we leave, there is one more thing we need from you."

Its too late to run.

Pulled down by the collar of your beat up rain coat, wet, slimy lips dab against your cheeks from both sides. You feel a tongue scrap the traces of drool off your chin as the two finally depart - Assa blowing one more kiss your way before his sibling drags him under water.

A peck on the cheek was a decent trade for the amount of fish they left you. You wonder what their fixation on fish stick was- They seen to prefer their meals raw, but maybe you were wrong.

Sea dwellers are strange creatures.

[brittle-doughie]

The Fishercookie (Gem Mermaids)

To that one Anon that requested a Fisherman Y/N.

Every day, the Cookies of the Creme Republic harbor would see the fishing boat leave in the morning and come back at the dead of night.

In and out of the fishing boat with a varying haul, would be you. Donning your worn, but still quite reliable fishing gear, you make your way to your fishing boat with an empty net and always come back with at least something in it when you return.

Sometimes, it was something as small as a blue tropical fish or maybe something as large as a cloud yogurt squid.

The fishmonger cookie at the harbor would give you the coins that were worth the catch you hauled in. She always had something to say when you step through that door into her abode.

“The seas haven’t been kind to ya, eh?”

For when you hauled in little catches.

“Now THIS. This is a fine catch ya brought in.”

And for when you brought in significant catches.

It was standard business fare, until she mentions a particularly unique creature that you could catch on.

Something that would leave you bothered.

“Say, you’ve been gettin’ pretty good with your hauls lately. I don’t think I’ve had this much business since forever! You’re a miracle worker, ain’t ya?”

“But have ya ever considered catching something…special. It ain’t no nightsky squid or anythin’, but a mermaid.”

You felt your being tense up at the mention of them…mermaids.

“They used to be all gathered in this kingdom of theirs, until that no good Abalone Cookie done scattered them all! Now that place is nothing but a ship graveyard nowadays….but I think you might have what it takes to find one of those mermaids.”

“They sell for quite the hefty amount of coin. I happen to have a number of customers wonderin’ when you’ll be hauling in one of ‘em.”

“Hey, ease up on the fishercookie, why don’t ya? They’re probably tired of you tryin’ to hassle them for a mermaid again.”

You turn around to see Captain Caviar Cookie walk into the shop, the fishmonger cookie grumbled to herself.

“Ha, if it ain’t Elder Captain Caviar Cookie. I wasn’t doing anythin’ of the sort, I was just trying to give my good ol’ pal a bit of a nudge. You know how many Cookies will pay a lot of coin for one of them.”

“Well good luck with that, there haven’t been a single sighting of ‘em ever since forever. They’re better off stickin’ to fishing big, yeah? Not bigger”

“They have potential! How can ya grow if ya don’t push your limits once in a while?”

“If pushing limits means possibly gettin’ soggy and crumbling out there in the Black Pearl Island, then I’d rather they stay away from there for good.”

Captain Caviar placed an arm over your shoulders as he leads you out.

“‘Ey! At least think about it! Seeing a mermaid is a once in a lifetime opportunity!”

“Leave ‘em be already! Listen, friend. Ya don’t need to listen to Fishmonger Cookie back there, y’know? You can just fish how you always do. You can never be prepared for the sea, it will throw all kinds of surprises at ya.”

“I don’t want to be the poor lad to find your soggy remains out at sea, all because some Cookie pressured ya to find a mermaid. Nobody has seen a single scale of them in a long time and they ain’t just gonna appear to any Cookie.”

“Do your pal a favor and keep away from the Black Pearl Islands, alright?”

You agreed and nodded your head, you had no intentions of going to the islands to find mermaids.

“I’d knew you’d understand! Come on, let’s have a drink of seawater juice, it’s on me!”

You didn’t have to go to the islands…

———————————————————————

Because, one night, the mermaids found you first…

You had casted your line and was waiting for a bite when you suddenly felt thrashing to the side of your boat. Your fishing net had caught something!

You quickly go to pull out your catch!

Was it going to be something like a fish or something like a squid!

What you got instead baffled you.

“Hey! Let me go! Argh, I can’t break free!”

It was a mermaid! A real mermaid, here in your net! You thought these mermaids weren’t around anymore, yet here one was squirming in your net!

It must’ve been pretty terrifying in her eyes when she sees you, illuminated by the moonlight, pulling out a knife.

“N-no! Please! It can’t end like this! Please, don’t hurt me…”

A mermaid….

A rare sight….

Just think of how much Coin you could earn….

You raise your blade as the mermaid braced herself for the strike….

…

…

…

…

…

Only for her to be freed from the net as you cut the ropes with your knife.

She’s able to move away as she looked up at you. You wanted to say something, but she answers first by hurriedly swimming away underwater.

You held back on your words, instead to just take your current haul and head home as the mermaid watched from afar….

———————————————————————

The next night, you were fishing as per usual, believing that would be the last you’d ever see of that mermaid…when you have this urge to look around you.

You did so to briefly make out a shadow in the distance in the water before it seemingly dived back down.

This repeated for a while, you had the feeling this shadow wasn’t going to come any closer like this.

So this time, right before you left, you left a small gift in the form of a little plant you had on your boat. It wasn’t much, but you hoped that it cleared any misunderstandings that were there.

———————————————————————

“You…you forgot this…”

She tried to hand you back the little plant as she slowly swam to your boat. You shook your head and nudged it back to her, you wanted her to keep it.

She looked at you surprised as she gazed down at the little plant, a small smile on her face as she looked up at you again.

“I’m Aquamarine Cookie, what about you?”

———————————————————————

This became routine when the moon rises during your fishing trips, you’d arrive at a particular spot and Aquamarine Cookie would be waiting for you. You’d two spend the time talking to each other, learning each other’s interests and worlds.

The “whale” you were on was called a boat and she was really interested in gardens, the plant you had given her wasn’t anything she’s seen in the sea. You made it your personal goal to give her plenty of plants for her garden, even the smallest of sprouts was enough for her.

The interactions between the two of you would not go unnoticed for long, for shadows further away in the water were watching the two of you, only descending when you had to leave.

———————————————————————

Aquamarine didn’t join you tonight, a heavy drizzle accompanied you along with a purple mermaid instead. She was steadfast and suspicious of you and your intentions…

“My sister couldn’t stop mentioning you so much, are you really as she described?”

Aquamarine Cookie was talking about you to them? You nodded your head, you had no intentions of harming her or Aquamarine Cookie. This mermaid cookie didn’t seem to believe you, hardening her glare as the drizzle turned to full rain.

You didn’t budge.

“You will turn soggy at this rate.”

You didn’t move an inch, if that’s what it takes, then so be it. She sighs as she waves your hand.

“You’re a stubborn Cookie.”

The rain stopped as the sky slowly clears ups. You take a breath as you tried to remain standing.

“If my sister trusts you, then I will come to do so as well. I have seen the path ahead and I wish to see that it comes true…”

———————————————————————

And it seemed that the new faces didn’t there for you, for more of these sea born Cookies have appeared before you alongside Aquamarine. A golden one would soon join you, her form shining seemingly even in the night light.

“It’s the land Cookie, maybe I should surprise them…”

You were conversing with Aquamarine and Mystic Opal Cookie when you hear a sudden splash behind you!

“BOO!”

That got you as you nearly fell off the edge I fright! This makes the gold mermaid giggle as you collected your bearings.

“Haha, I got you good, didn’t I!”

You nodded your head agree with her, she did get you good there!

“Anyway, I had heard that my sisters were getting pretty persistent in visiting a land Cookie, so I had to come to see for myself. I can already see you’re pretty easy on the eyes, way less odd looking than the usual two legged Cookie!”

To be so casually complimented by a newcomer mermaid, you will admit softened your heart up a lot!

“What’s the matter~? Haven’t had a mermaid compliment you before?”

———————————————————————

The seemingly last one to come to you was different then the Gem Mermaids, it was a jellyfish cookie!

You were going to greet this face that joined you on your nightly fishing when she’s pulled you into the water!

“Oh my…! You’re in need of cleaning! Don’t worry about a thing, just leave it to me…!”

And that’s how you spent that fishing venture in the water as Frilled Jellyfish Cookie toon her time making sure that every speck of you was clean, all the while she’d talk about “her lady”.

While it was nice to hear her reminisce on good times, you learned almost nothing about her from all that. You gestured that you wanted to talk about her, which confuses the jellyfish cookie.

“My lady is…huh? You want to hear about…me?”

It was difficult for her at first, since she wasn’t familiar with talking about herself, but you were patient and in time, you got to know her better, like how tidying up was her responsibility in this old kingdom of hers…

———————————————————————

Though, it would be the last one that proved herself to be…interesting.

While you sat on the edge of the boat, talking to your mercookie visitors, the water behind you now housed a shadow as the mercookie slowly rose up from the water.

Without warning, you were grabbed by the mercookie and pulled back into the water, shocking the others as you barely had time to register what was happening.

You were underwater, grabbed by the collar as an angry red mermaid stared you down, her red trident aimed at you.

“Normally, I’d have nothing to say to a Cookie of the land. You are fortunate that my sisters and Frilled Jellyfish Cookie have taken a fondness to you, so I will let you explain what you are doing out here by yourself!”

You raised your hands up in surrender as you shake your head! You had no ill intentions whatsoever with her fellow mercookies!

She scanned your eyes for any hint of cracks in your words, but can’t seem to find any as her scowl falls. She takes you up back to your boat as you crawled back onboard, the other mercookies relieved to see that you were okay as they tend to you.

Crimson Coral Cookie watched on from afar, seeing how much her fellow mercookies cared for a land Cookie. It made her think if she went about approaching you the wrong way and can’t help but feel a pinch of guilt at immediately assuming you were up to no good once word reached her about you.

She had asked the others to allow her a night alone with you to settle things.

“I had asked my sisters to grant me a chance to try and do this in a proper way. I just…it takes time for me to let my guard down when it comes to anything with land Cookies.”

You sat on the edge of your boat and opted to listen as she explained herself.

You make it clear to her and for the others if she ever tells them of this encounter that you mean no harm to them, even if she didn’t fully trust you yet. You were willing to be patient and wait for the day that she can.

“Hm, perhaps you are as my sisters talk about, land Cookie. Oh! I…shouldn’t be calling you that anymore, would you like to share me your name?”

———————————————————————

Soon, you had the whole group of mercookies joining you on your fishing trips, talking and sharing with you little stories of their lives from what once was their kingdom.

Gone were the days of you sitting in silence waiting for a catch when you had them to help pass the time, even helping you by nudging some catches in your way.

Seeing how much they were comfortable around you, showing themselves to you willingly and placing trust in you is why you’ll NEVER listen to Fishmonger Cookie, even before Captain Caviar Cookie’s talk with you.

Not now, not ever.

[ridleymocki]

(seeing so many bad faith interpretations of the argument, y'all are really going to make me do this, okay HERE WE GO)

.................................

What Ed says: "I think last night was a mistake. I'm not ready for... Whatever this is."

What Ed means: "I didn't want last night to happen so soon or under those circumstances. Things are changing rapidly, which makes me feel out of control and scared."

What Stede hears: "I regret sleeping with you. I don't want the sort of relationship that you're after."

.................................

What Stede says: "It was a fine fish. It was... whatever. I was just trying to make you feel good!"

What Stede means: "I only cared about the fish because you cared about it, and I care about you. I liked the fish because it made you happy. Ordinarily, I'm ambivalent about fish."

What Ed hears: "I lied to you. I didn't care about your achievement I was just placating you to get what I wanted."

.................................

What Ed says: "Here's the news: I'm leaving. I got a job on a little fishing boat and I'm leaving. I'm a fisherman now."

What Ed means: "I think I need to be away from you to figure out who I am, because I haven't been able to do that while we're together, and your lifestyle now is the life I'm trying to leave behind."

What Stede hears: "I've made a decision to leave you and have a life without you. I don't value what we have enough to work with you to find a solution, I'd prefer to end it."

.................................

What Stede says: "Oh, Ed. Seriously? You're not a fisherman."

What Stede means: "I think you're using this plan to escape and avoid your problems. It sounds like you're pretending to be someone else. It seems to me like an impulsive decision and I am concerned."

What Ed hears: "I don't support this ambition. I think you're incapable. I don't think you can be different from what you have always been."

.................................

This is the kind of analysis done in therapeutic environments. When I put what they mean, it's not just a rephrasing but a boiling down to the core issue. I could go on to the rest of the dialogue but do you see the continuing ship-in-the-night miscommunication?? It's tripartite:

failing to express one's current emotional reality with the most accurate and clear language, often because that reality is not fully understood to oneself,

misinterpreting the other's language, due to preexisting sensitivities and defensiveness about one's own understanding of the situation,

increasing frustration and sense of personal attack that results from those misinterpretations, which perpetuates and worsens the poor communication.

Importantly, this kind of pattern means you miss the best and most important kernels of communication in an exchange because you're reacting to the more inflammatory parts.

Stede: "This can be whatever we want it to be." (I am willing to make changes to our arrangement so that you're happy). Ed: "I don't even know who I am! Alright? I know I don't want to be a pirate. And you, you're blowing up, you're the toast of the town." (I think we want different things. You're just starting a journey that I've already finished).

With those two bits alone they could've sorted this out. The first is the answer to the second. But they didn't -- couldn't -- latch onto it because all their other baggage was getting in the way.

And I'm being proven correct that this is what is happening, because I have seen next to nothing on here about the above two lines, only reactionary takes of fans also focusing on the inflammatory parts because of their predispositions. You're doing an encore performance of what they're doing.

Point being, there are no bad guys in this scene, just repeated system failure!

[neeeooon]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a bllk oneshot. What'd it be like to go to a themepark with reo, otoya, ness, karasu, rin, and shidou. Ty!

so cute!! tysm 💕🩷

going to a theme park with them

bf bllk x gn!reader. fluff! cussing. probably v ooc!

mikage reo

-> he plans ahead and buys a fast pass so you don’t have to wait in any lines

-> he doesn’t deny anything you want to do, even if the rides that loop or have sudden drops aren’t his favorite. if you want to go, he won’t pull his hand from yours as you drag him to the front of the line

-> threatens to tie a balloon around your wrist when you try to run off without him. “y/n, please stop running. the rides aren’t going anywhere.” “we gotta get the good seats!”

-> when it starts getting dark and the rides get more crowded, you grip onto reo’s hand and drag him over to the large array of claw machines under a tent-like tarp. “i’m gonna win you a lion plush!”

-> you did not win him a lion plush. however, after quietly analyzing a woman win her girlfriend a pokémon keychain, he decided to give it a try

-> you were now the proud owner of a kuromi plushie about the size of your torso after his first attempt on the machine. “can you get the my melody one and pretend it’s from me for you?” reo snickers but nods. you leave the park, hand in hand, with your matching plushies

otoya eita

-> he tries to play it cool, but he is absolutely terrified of roller coasters

-> “ooh, what about that one!” you exclaim as you point to the tallest, scariest looking coaster in the park. otoya gulps. “sure! romantic!”

-> you have to hold his hand as he screams nearly the entire time, only shutting up when he passes out

-> “huh. that wasn’t too bad!” “yeah, cause you slept through the whole thing 😑”

-> you decide to spare him after his legs visibly tremble at the sight of the ride with three loops. “what if we go on the swing set?” “the flying one?” “mhm. if the line’s too long… dunk tank and face paint?”

-> that wins him over, and with your faces painted like cats, you dunk the poor man in the tank of water at least twenty times before an announcement is sounded overhead that the park is closing

alexis ness

-> NOT a fan of roller coasters. like at all

-> the one ride he doesn’t hate is the teacups, which is perfect for you since the teacups are your favorite

-> you’ll both be giggling as you twist and twist the handle, nearly flying out of your seats with how fast you’re spinning. it ends with you needing done time to recuperate after stepping out of the teacup and immediately falling due to how dizzy you are

-> ness half carries half drags you to a little bench where you sit until you stop seeing double. “that was.. so fun..” you manage, and he smiles boyishly at you. “it was! do you want to go home, now? or is there something else you wanna do?”

-> you agree to leave, but at the exit, spot one of those wood character paintings with holes cut where the faces are for people to stick their heads through. this one is of a fisherman-prince carrying a mermaid like a bride

-> you ask someone to take a photo of you two and pose, retrieving your phone to realize you were the prince and ness was the mermaid princess. “you know? i think i like this better,” you giggle, and ness smiles along with you. “me, too.”

karasu tabito

-> you are both adrenaline junkies when it comes to roller coaster rides, so you play a game whenever you go to a theme park together: first person who refuses a ride has to pay for everything the rest of the trip

-> you were thirteen rides in, stomachs and wallets hurting, but you weren’t about to give up. karasu looked like he was reaching his limit, too, so you had to hold on at least until he caved first

-> when he shakily pointed up at the tallest, most extravagant ride there, you paled. “s-sure. you’re on!” “you positive, y/n? we can call it quits…” you almost grabbed him by the arm to drag him up there with you, but something in his eyes made you falter. “neither lose if we quit at the same time, right?”

-> you spent the rest of your evening playing arcade games and eating cheap food once your stomachs settled. then you spotted it. the strength machine

-> “new game. i bet i can beat you on that machine.” he tilts his head at you. “that’s cute. i’m a little sore, anyway. should give you a nice advantage.”

-> and you would have beaten him if he didn’t put a little extra effort in. at least you got to admire his arms as he scored higher than you

itoshi rin

-> rin is silent on all the rides, even the ones that have you seeing stars

-> “bro, there’s gotta be something here you wanna do!” you try, to which rin lifts a finger in the direction of the haunted house. “well, fuck.”

-> he’s cheesing the entire time, and you even hear him gasp lightly in excitement when something especially disturbing jumps out at you. he has to steer you around since you wrapped your arm around your head to cover your ears and pinch your eyes shut the entire time

-> when you’re finally free, you convince rin to get signature park foods with you and force him to try the things he says no to but his eyes won’t leave. turns out, he doesn’t hate funnel cake

-> “we should come back, sometime!” you announce as you walk back to the car, hand in hand. rin grumbles under his breath but doesn’t argue. “can we get more funnel cake..?” “yes.”

shidou ryusei

-> his favorite are the water rides since it’s an excuse for his wet shirt to stick to his abs (not actually. he just thinks they’re fun and you enjoy hearing him giggle like a maniac whenever the giant wave appears above you)

-> “let’s go again!” he cheered after shaking his head like a dog and covering you in little bits of water. “i didn’t bring a spare of clothes!”

-> you kiss your savings goodbye in the gift spot, replacing your soaked clothes with ones plastered in the theme park logo and attractions. at least shidou matched with you to make you feel less embarrassed

-> “people are going to think we’re tourists and try to rip us off.” “i can always send them flying with a kick?” “you’re so resourceful !”

-> you managed to scrape some extra cash together when you spotted a photo booth and beamed. “photo booth.” “let’s fucking go.”

-> since the booth was decked out, even having filters you could apply, there were eight spots instead of the usual four. you and shidou took advantage of every single one, no two alike, and your joy present in all. in the last photo, you even secured a kiss, which shidou made you promise to let him keep

[l-uminescent]

˚⁀➷｡˚ FISHERMAN ━━━ LUCERYS VELARYON X FEM! READER

synopsis: after the events of storm's end, the seven kingdoms of westeros believe lucerys velaryon to be dead. brutality murdered at the hands of aemond targaryen, the dance of the dragon inevitability follows. however, what the targaryen's don't realise is that luke washed up on the shores of tarth. alive.no memory other than his first name and a love of the oceans he becomes a fisherman, falling in love with you in the process.

notes: genuinely don’t think i can write anything that isn’t at least somewhat angsty anymore. this theory also makes me ugly cry omg, i miss luke. speaking of, he’s been aged up to 19! also, if anyone wants to be hotd besties my chat box is calling!

warnings: angst, fluff, feelings of loneliness alluding to depression, mentions of violence, death and blood.

word count: 3.9k

THE EVENTS OF STORM'S END HAD BECOME COMMON KNOWLEDGE ACROSS THE SEVEN KINGDOMS OF WESTEROS. screams of 'kinslayer' echoed across the realm after the cruel death lucerys velaryon received at the hands of his uncle aemond targaryen had been revealed. as a result, his death saw many rushing to support rhaenyra targaryen's claim, turning their backs to the greens in disgust and inevitability contributing to the blacks winning the war. 

unbeknownst to anyone, lucerys velaryon had survived. it was a miracle by the gods how he had evaded the bloodied teeth of vhagar, who had viciously ripped into arrax's poor unsuspecting neck. the plummeting fall of both boy and dragon was sure to solidify their deaths, however in their final moments the young dragon was able to shield his rider from the full effects of the vast ocean. as much a bastard as lucerys was, the water had favoured him that day. allowing his unconscious body to be rocked between waves, he ended up washing up on the shores of tarth. sadly the waves were not so kind to the body of arrax, as he arrived a broken mess at the cliffs of storm's end, completely riderless. 

lucerys velaryon, woke up with a thudding in his head and an ache in his bones nearly a moon after aemond targaryen had been branded a kinslayer. how he managed to survive the cruel nature of the ocean, with nothing to sustain him remained unknown (it is suspected that house velaryon may have ran through his veins after all.) he had little to no memory of the events that had occurred —waking up only with the name 'luke' and a feeling of sincere gratitude for the ocean. 

as the years passed, luke had settled, making a home in a small fishing village, earning a living in providing food for the people he lived near. his memories began to return to him after a while but he made no effort in returning to the targaryen's. with only money to afford a small hut and enough food to survive, he had no means of making the journey back to dragonstone or king's landing, as he heard his mother had taken seat upon the iron throne. he now lived a lonely life, one in which he forced the effects of the war to play little on his mind. even still that didn't stop the ache in his heart that yearned for his family as the loneliness he returned to every night was an unfulfilling replacement.

you on the other hand, had convinced yourself that you favoured the loneliness your little hut you shared with your uncle had to offer. it was located at a decent distance from the bustling docks, giving you peace. you adored your uncle, but he was always off at sea fishing, never staying more for a few days at a time. nevertheless,your heart yearned for something more in life than what you had. you wanted friends, family, love; something that solitude couldn't give you. you spent your days selling fish for your uncle's business. you enjoyed the hard work, it kept your mind from thinking of how alone you felt. your uncle had entrusted you with this, saying that a pretty face would encourage many to buy off you, before he set sail again across the water's to gain more from the ocean to put money in both yours and his pockets. allowing you to keep half of his earnings, it was more than enough to buy you a small home of your own that was always kept warm, and food in your belly to keep you alive. 

as the sun rose from the east illuminating the blue embers of the ocean, you arose to start another days work of selling fish. it had come to your attention in recent moons, that your uncle's business was not doing as well as it had done in previous years. and you had your suspicions that this was due to a  curly haired brunette boy who had appeared a few years ago.

you had yet to see the boy, but you had heard whispers that he was a natural at  sea. and at only the age of ten and nine, he was able to set sail  on his lonesome and acquire more than enough fish in a day than your uncle was able to in a week. distaste bubbled in your stomach at the boy stealing business from you. you brushed these thoughts aside as you readied yourself, if he stuck to the other side of the village than there would be no problems between the two of you.

setting off to work, your stall gleamed with delight as you opened it for another day of work. the bustling crowds however, were no where to be seen that day. something was off. pulling on your cloak, you ventured onto the creaky boards in hopes of working out why business was so dead today.

and alas you found the reason.

crowds gathered around another stall only mere metres away from yours. and as you peered in an attempt to work out who had stolen your customers your eyes met with that of a brown mop of hair. it was the boy, luke,you had heard so much about. he was a lot prettier than you had expected. standing tall, the brunette's hair fell just above his eyes, freckles adorned his tanned cheeks, splattered unevenly like the stars that hung over tarth at the hour of the bat. his eyes matched his hair perfectly, coffee coloured orbs flickered from customer to customer as he tried to keep up with the many orders he was receiving. 

with a grumble, you made your way over to luke's stall. pushing past the fierce crowds proved a hard task but it wasn't long until you managed to make your way past as you ducked and dodged the villagers. 

now coming face to face with the boy, you were able to appreciate him a lot more. he had an air of beauty that seemed all so foreign to you, almost otherworldly which intrigued you greatly. nevertheless, you refused to let this distract you from what you had came to do. 

"you stole my business." you stated above the chatter of the men next to you who were keen on ordering the fresh cod brought in. 

luke's eyes flickered over to you for a second, deeming your words not worthy for a response as he had plenty of hungry customers to feed. who were you to say he was stealing? after all, he deserved to make a living just as much as you. 

you were far from disheartened at his attempt of ignoring you instead, it fanned the anger that grew as the seconds passed. you weren't giving up without a fight. "helloo! i was talking to you." you spoke louder than before.

"what?" he snapped, clearly annoyed at the disruption of his work. 

a sigh escaped your lips at his rudeness. "you stole my business. i do not know what you intended to happen when you moved to my side of the village, but i surely do not appreciate the lack of customers i'm receiving because of your ignorance." as you spoke, your voice got even louder as you grew more frustrated, almost as if you were shouting. the boy's clear lack of care annoyed you to no end as he just stared at you blankly before a smirk adorned his lips. 

"s'not my fault my fish is nicer than yours." 

the rage that took hold left you a stuttering mess as you struggled for a reply to his response. your reddened cheeks that were once filled with fire, quickly turned a dusty pink at the embarrassment you felt at your feeble attempt of talking. before you could make matters worse with your blubbering, you turned away from the fisherman and grumbled the entire way back to your own stall, thinking of what you could of said in return as you began to calm down. gods how you hated him.

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as the moons passed, it appeared that you and luke had built up some sort of petty rivalry, an odd friendship forming as a result, much to the villages enjoyment. you each strove to make more money than the other in a day, with many of the villagers placing bets on who would win. it annoyed you to no end on the days when you saw that the brunette had attracted the most customers. 

as the sun began to set once more across the waters, you could not help having a satisfied smirk on your face, a gloating look in your eye as you came face to face with the boy after another days work. one in which saw your uncle's fishery the winner.

"come to declare yourself the loser?" you called out, shutting up your stall for the day. "or have you come to admit that my fish is better. either or, it means i am the better out of the two of us."

luke let out a small chuckle at your bragging, he would never admit it but the rivalry between the two of you often brought a small smile to his face. "you would love that."

you let out a laugh in response at his sarcasm, running your tongue over your lips. just as he, you would never admit to anyone that you too enjoyed the odd friendship that blossomed with the boy, putting it down to having a small crush on the brunette. but who could you blame you, he wasn't exactly bad looking. he held such an ethereal, elegant aura. and you knew it to be an opinion thought by many, as you often overheard sailor's daughter's gossiping about his looks, comparing his nature to what they imagined the targaryen royalty to be like. 

"no. i have come to show you something." 

luke was like an open book most of the time, easy to read as he tried to suppress the small smirk that he fought hard to not wear. looking at him to continue, he grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him as he weaved between the other men and women who were closing up shop for the day. your face heating at the action, your heart beat doubling as your hand was in his calloused one. damn the gods for making him gorgeous.

pulling you further, the two of you crossed the wooden planks that were the only thing separating your feet from the ocean below. luke came to a stop abruptly, dropping your hand in the process. you couldn't help but feel a tad disappointed at the action. the feeling evident on your face, as he looked upon you with confusion in his eyes.

unknown to your oblivious mind, the boy seemed to harbour the affection you held for him. what started off as a small acknowledgment of your beauty when he first laid eyes on you quickly festered into something more. your witty and sarcastic nature, drew him closer to you. he found himself looking forward to working as he rose each day knowing that by the end, you two would inevitably end up talking due to the 'rivalry' that was established. 

at this revelation, he vowed that he would end this childish war between the two of you. luke did not seem to have many friends, only the people he fished with and even then he only deemed these people as acquaintances. since the divide in his family and being brutally torn from those he loved, luke yearned for the comfort of another, his heart wrenching at the thought of his family. he found himself craving his mother's warm touch on particularly cold nights, how she lulled him to sleep with her stories of targaryen history when the storms of dragonstone frightened his younger self. gods, he even missed her scoldings. he would do anything to relive the stern telling off he would receive if he appeared to dine with his hair a mess, if it meant being with her another day. his heart also longed for his elder brother, the endless teasing for being an awful sword fighter played on his mind whenever he lifted a blade. jacaerys' strong-willed and hot-tempered nature was also a feature evident in you. it brought a sense of solace whenever you fought, causing him to wear a soft smile as he reflected on the petty arguments with his brother. you seemed to embody all the good things of his past life. and he would be damned to let that go.

luke picked up quickly the skill of reading people in order to survive after he woke up on tarth. how their little habits lead to their true motivations and how their eyes often conveyed the feelings they tried so hard to hide. he saw this in you. despite building your walls high, presenting a hard exterior to assure that you were perfectly capable surviving on your own, he saw the distress within. after observing you for quite some time during your rivalry, he intended to find the ladder to climb over the walls you had spent so long constructing. he noted how you were often by yourself. independent yes, but he also saw the glint of loneliness in your eyes as they lingered a second too long on groups of friends and families who cared for one another. he knew you had your uncle, but he was away so often at sea that you barely saw the man. luke wanted to be that sense of escape for you. he believed that together, you could each provide some sort of comfort for the other, and he was determined to make this reality.

"hurry up then." playfulness dripped from your tone, breaking him out of his thoughts. his left hand came to hold the back of his neck in embarrassment for having been caught lost in thought about you.

luke had brought you to what appeared to be some sort of a pond. it was truly magnificent in your eyes. you had no idea a place like this existed so close to the docks you resided near. 

willow trees stretched far, their weeping leaves swaying effortlessly in the salty breeze that brushed past. as the two of you ventured closer you noticed that towards the edges of the pond, plants grew freely around it, obscuring the full vastness of the water. as the sun set, it made the sight in front of you even more wondrous. hues of purple blue and orange were reflected on the surface, only to be disrupted moments later by lily pads that bristled past as the winds willed them. moss stuck close to the rocky edge, only to be gone seconds later when fish braved the shallow waters in search for food. your eyes seemed transfixed on the sight before you. the only sounds heard for miles was the salty breeze and the fish that swam. oh, and of course your hammering heart.

without a word, luke made his way closer to the ponds edge, taking a seat against the bark of the closest willow tree, beckoning you to follow his actions. "i come here to think." he started, an airy tone in his voice. you recognised the tone well, often finding yourself reflecting on the times of your childhood when things were much easier. "we're two sides of the same coin, you and i" he continues on. "as much as we bicker, we only have each other."

you brought your knees up to your chest as he spoke, turning your head to look at him. the words hit hard, rubbing salt into the gaping wound of loneliness that has found a home in your heart. luke took your saddened eyes and silence as a sign to speak further. "i wish to tell you about my past. if only you promise you will stick by me, and not breathe a word of it to another."

he looked upon you intently. coffee eyes, boring into your own, trying to work out how you would react to his confession. the shock was plain in your face at the serious connotations behind his words. how the two of you went from rivals to having a heart to heart was unknown. but you did not mind. the shift in the wind revealed the truth in his feelings for you and allowed you to feel safe with the boy next to you, a lot safer than you had felt in a long time. your mind had stilled for what felt like the first time in years; luke's presence in this moment allowing you to calm, reflecting the atmosphere he trusted to show you. and you intended to honour this trust.

"i promise."

luke visibly relaxed at your words, you now held the trust of each other. a silent vow passed over the two of you; you would remain by each other's side through whatever the gods plans. having only each other as an escape from loneliness, you welcomed this promise with warmth. you shuffled closer to him showing that you had meant what you said, your tucked legs now touching his outstretched ones. taking it as a sign of comfort, luke mustered up the courage to interlock your hands. he needed a source to ground him before he told you the tale, your soft hands proving perfect for the job.

"as you know i'm not from here. i washed up on the shores of tarth many, many years ago." his voice trembled slightly as he recounted the story of his childhood for the first time. you began to slowly rub circles with your thumb, showing him that it was alright as you listened intently. "i was born in king's landing to my mother rhaenyra targaryen."

you were taken aback by his confession yet deep in your heart you knew it to to be true. anyone else who would make such a claim would be called a liar the moment the words slipped from their mouth. however, the tone of luke's voice, and the pain evident in his features told you enough. he wasn't lying.

his lip wobbled slightly as he fought the tears that wanted to fall, the heartbreak in his voice and how his eyes glossed at the pain willed you to fish for his other hand. now facing each other with interlocked hands, luke found the strength to continue. "i loved them so so much. but the war- the split in my family was too much." his voice cracked as he reminisced on the tragedy that struck. the anguish broke your heart, you hated seeing the boy who was once so full of mischief in such distress. you felt helpless seeing him, only being able to offer him comfort with the pads of your thumbs drawing soothing circles. 

"luke it's alright." you soothed, eyes staring into his. "you do not have to talk about it if it causes too much suffering."

a small sad smile graced his lips. "no. i want to." he sighed, taking a deep breathe before he carried on. "when i was sent as a messenger to storm's end. only a boy of ten and four, i was promised that i would be welcomed, that my grandmother's family would show me hospitality. i was wrong. aemond was there and i-i thought i would be able to escape. arrax was fast, and i was stupid enough to believe we would make it. it's my fault he's gone. i was stupid enough to think i could outrun vhagar. s' my fault he's dead, he shielded me from the jaws of vhagar and from the ocean below and i never did anything to protect him."

he couldn't help the streams of tears that fell from his face as he mentioned his dragon. "and i have wanted every single day since washing up here to return to dragonstone. but i can't. i don't have the means to, i barely have enough to survive- and- i would not know if it would cause more harm than good."

you had heard the rumours of what had happened to lucerys velaryon from sailors who passed by. how his uncle had viciously murdered him in cold blood, being branded as a kinslayer in return. you had also heard whispers of the bonds targaryens had with their dragons, how sacred it was to hold such a connection with the beasts amazed you. you could not fathom the pain that luke felt with the lose of his closest friend. 

without thinking, you drew the crying boy closer to you. embracing him as tears still pooled from his eyes. muttering hushes, your hands weaved through his hair willing him to calm. "luke, i am more than sure that your family would welcome you with open arms with your return, and i will help bring you to them myself if you wish it." you paused, waiting for his reaction. a slight sniffle from him was enough for you to resume. "and i know nothing i say will ever bring your dragon back, but i am undoubtedly certain that arrax had loved you with all his heart and would have saved you a million times over. it is not your fault you were attacked on a diplomatic mission. it was no one's fault but the prince's."

silence engulfed you before a small "thank you." was muttered into your back. 

"no, thank you." you replied. "thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this luke."

as he drew back from the embrace, his glossed eyes once again met yours. you didn't know if it was your shared pain that did it, or the knowledge that you two now trusted each other that drew his lips to yours. but whatever it was, you were grateful for. every emotion felt was poured into the kiss. your hands once again found his hair as his calloused hands cradled your jaw, exacerbating how much you needed one another in that moment. loneliness, suffering, pain, yearning, love. none of it needed to be said. the kiss was word enough. 

pulling away from each other, you settled your head in the crook of his neck breathing him in as his head rested upon yours. after keeping the information bottled up for so long, luke finally felt free after revealing the truth, a white flag had been presented in the war that raged in his mind. and under the willow tree as you drifted off to sleep, still entangled with him, he had decided that maybe he did not need to threat about returning to his family. the thought of living a quiet life in tarth may finally bring him the peace he had wanted for so long. 

as he had you to live it with.

[sinfullyrosey]

(Pussy) Slappin’ Them Fins

Floyd & Jade Leech X GN!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, Bondage (technically), Fingering, Pussy Slapping, Forced Orgasms, Dom!Reader (again technically), The Twins got Pussies

I’m uno reverse carding all those reader insert fics where the Reader gets violated by the tweels by having Reader violate them.

You’re welcome.

All Characters are 18+

Going to the beach with the Leech twins after they managed to convince (note: threaten) you wasn’t looking so bad right about now. The weather was actually rather sunny and nice, not to hot nor too windy. It was the perfect time to take a dip in the sea, maybe built a sandcastle or two and collect some seashells.

But it was neither of these reasons that changed your mind on the whole matter. Rather, it was the sight you found after taking a brief nap and finding the twins missing. You had called out to them, only to be met with silence. It wasn’t until wandering around a bit more and picking up distant sounds of chirps and gurgles growls that you followed to a hidden rock pool, where you proceeded to find the two missing brothers in their eel forms.

They had managed to get themselves ensnared in a fishing net, something only squabbling, little elvers would manage to get themselves into, yet here they are. You don’t know how they got like this nor did you care.

It was probably Floyd’s fault anyways, the troublemaker.

You decided to stand back to see if they needed any help. You noted that both were stuck in the rocky area but were still slightly submerged in the water, so no risk of drying out or drowning, thankfully. The net had wrapped itself around their tails, torsos, and heads, but didn’t seem to be constricting any vital areas, just kept them in place and prevented them from moving around as freely. They did appear to try and cut the rope with their claws and teeth, but to no avail.

Maybe the nets were merfolk proof? Would make sense as you could picture these two, specifically, stealing some poor fisherman’s catch by cutting the nets and snatching the fish for themselves. Still doesn’t explain why it’s on the beach though. Washed up on shore perhaps? Bet Floyd tried throwing it at Jade as a prank and only got them both trapped.

Probably. Most definitely.

Actually… now that you think about it, this is the first time we’ve ever seen either in such a situation, so now you had the perfect opportunity to get a better look at their merforms without the fear of them trying to drown or bite you…

Hm.

You had always been curious about their anatomy and how it varied from humans’. Specifically, you were curious about the slits located lower on their bodies. They didn’t have any visible genitalia, and yet, had that thin line near where one’s genitals would be.

The twins have never respected your own personal space before and had even poked and prodded at you while swimming and vulnerable, trying to get a peek or two. "They were only curious." they would say. "Just wanted to learn how you and they differed." they claimed.

Well, you were just as curious, and they were just as vulnerable in this moment. So, why not do some prodding of your own?

You approached the tangled twins, eyeing them, looking for that special spot on them. Floyd was a lot more tangled up than Jade, having struggled more fiercely due to hating being restrained. He was huffing and snorting in his native tongue, spitting sounds you could only surmise to be swears. Jade, in contrast, was more calm and calculating, trying to keep the struggling to a minimal as his brother’s movements only served to tighten the ropes around both of them even more.

He looked at you with a hint of relief and slight sheepishness, knowing how unbecoming the two of them look to you, but believing you were there to (begrudgingly) help them. After all, you were always cleaning up NRC’s messes and aiding other students without anything in return. It was just rather embarrassing that this was the situation they needed your help in.

You bent down next to them, seemingly looking for where best to cut or unravel the net. At least, that’s what they thought you were doing.

You gently placed your hand onto Jade’s tail, making his pupils dilate then constrict down to slits in response. He stiffened and followed your movements. Searching. Getting closer. Then you did the same to Floyd, who jumped and flopped his tail when he felt something suddenly touch him in his already volatile state. Both twins were watching you now, following along to where your hands were wandering to.

Mismatched eyes leered as both hands landed right next to a pair of thin, almost unnoticeable lines. Neither move as you studied the spots curiously, fingertips softly pressing down on the surrounding area. Floyd’s tail tip lashed agitatedly back and forth as you continued your prodding.

It wasn’t until you carefully used your fingers to spread open Jade’s slit slightly that the two finally had enough and attempted to strike.

The two tried snapping at you with razor sharp teeth, but the nets held them back, acting as a makeshift muzzle they had issues biting into. This sudden movement from both of them startled you back, but also managed to tighten the net around them enough that neither could barely move.

The ropes dug into their scales, not enough to cut through, but enough to hurt and squeeze those diamond-shaped patterns into their slippery bodies. Floyd began thrashing again but stopped, finally, when Jade bellowed out a gargled snarl at him.

You surmise he told him to stop as his struggling is what was tightening their binds and would only make things worse for them. Both huffed and turned their attention back to you, still gazing down at them.

They were completely at your mercy now.

Too bad you didn’t have any left to give.

Your fingers went back to grazing along the thin slits, making Jade jolt and trying to carefully curl his body away, but couldn’t. Your other hand did the same with Floyd’s earning much of the same results from the twin. You continued your exploration, finger pads feeling the smooth slickness of their openings.

Both twins were tensing up at your prodding, quiet, throaty gargles and hisses escaping passed their lips as you rubbed circles against their sensitive entrances. Both were starting to open up more under your treatment and even leak this clear, sticky liquid. Honestly, you were expecting to see two long cocks slip out, but no, this was all they had it would seem.

You smirked as the two troublesome twins became puddy in your hand, squirming and writhing as you worked at their aquatic pussies. The both of them were chirping up a storm, tails occasionally lightly thrashing in pleasure.

Your fingers slipped in with ease as you began to pump your fingers into them, feeling around along the entrance. The two started to croon and purr at the light intrusion. You chuckled to yourself as their walls squeezed around you, much like how their tails would around prey.

“Cute. Never seen either of you so docile before.” You teased.

That earned you a hiss and two squirmy eels trying once again to get out of their bindings and make you their shared chew toy, only for the cruel reminder to dig into their soft flesh once more.

But you weren’t having any of it and frowned.

It was Floyd’s attempt to lung at you through the net barrier against his brother’s warnings, that caused you to land a quick swat to his sensitive, little slit. The sharp and sudden pain made him yelp and yield back. You quirked a brow at the reaction and proceeded to swat at him again, harder. This time, he let out a gargled moan as his pussy twitched from the pain.

Huh. Interesting.

You turned your gaze over to Jade whose pupils were now blown wide as he stared you down, just daring you to try anything.

And try something you did.

Just like with his brother, your gentle touches turned into harsh slaps to his vulnerable pussy, earning you the same exact reaction out of Jade.

Oh.

Well now, this is interesting.

Without any warning, you proceeded to relentlessly slap both of their pussies with the palms of your hands, sending wave after pleasurable wave of pain straight to their core. Floyd and Jade could only squirm helplessly as their slits became more and more puffy and red from your spanks. They pleaded helplessly in their native tongue for you to stop or slow down and to just let them cum already, please.

Before long, both reached their peaks and crashed hard, their orgasms hitting simultaneously and sending them overboard. Their walls clenched around nothing; holes squirted out their messy juices as you continued to harshly slap them through their orgasms.

You finally relented when both twins gave out and slumped in their spots, trying to come down from their highs as their pussies fluttered and twitched. You chuckled at their blissed-out expressions, eyes nearly rolled back into their skulls and mouths hung wide open, panting and wheezing.

You hummed in satisfaction, gently patting both of their tails in praise.

“Aww, you both did so good and even came together like the good, little sea whores you are!” You chirped.

They only glared at you, but quickly lost any remaining malice and started chirping again when your fingers returned to rubbing at their entrances, once again breaching inward and pumping in and out of them at a slow pace. You chucked as their bodies resumed their needy squirming from before.

“Let’s see if mereels have a sweet spot too, hm?~”

[machveil]

More selkie!soap 🙏🙏🙏

Selkie!Soap

Selkie!Johnny was sure he’d have at least a day or two to try and win your heart before your husband came home from being out on the sea - unpredictable weather and all. he didn’t expect to be looking up at a rugged, well built man first thing in the morning. Simon’s nearly black irises staring him down

“Oh— You’re up!”, your voice caught his attention, nervously looking past your husband, “I’m making breakfast. Simon, why don’t you grab John here a pair of clothes he can borrow.”. again, Johnny’s heart was beating quickly. looking after him, having your husband fetch him a pair of clothes, Johnny could steal you away now if he really wanted to. as soon as Simon left with a curt, grumbled huff Johnny was next to you

“Thanks for lettin’ me stay again, lass.”, voice low as he watched you cook. as long as your husband was out of the room Johnny could at least try to use his natural charm on you. “Appreciate it. I could just stay here forever, ya know?”, when you laughed, a smile tugging at your lips, John knew he was hooked. for all the past women he’d seduced and bedded, none of them had laughter like yours - none of them cared for his wellbeing or made his heart skip a beat. “You’re welcome to stay until you get back on your feet.”, music to his ears, he was just about to flirt when you continued, “Course, I’d have to ask my husband.”

your husband. it had Johnny looking around the small kitchen to make sure he was still in your room, “Ah— I’d imagine so.”, the small pout that settled on his lips caught your eye, just on the edge of your peripheral. admittedly, Johnny was handsome - a selkie with rugged, charming looks, not that you knew. to you, John looked like a normal, healthy man. big, a healthy layer of fat wrapped around his muscles. “Might have to convince him then, yeah?”, and there was his charming smile, lopsided and boyish. maybe he was being overly friendly when he rested his hand against the small of your back, a little too caught up in the moment to hear the floorboards creaking

a hand gripping the back of his shirt tugged him away from you slightly, a startled little noise resonating in Johnny’s throat. “Clothes.”, Simon’s low voice rumbling as he shoved a change of clothes to Johnny’s chest. “Ya know where the guest room is.”, short, curt words. all Johnny could manage was a tight smile and nod before he scrambled away from Simon, from you. Simon watched him turn the corner out of the kitchen, eyes squinting before he walked up behind you, arms wrapped snug around your waist

a gentle kiss pressed to the back of your head, Simon knew it as soon as he saw Johnny. a fisherman knows a selkie when he sees one. he knows the stories passed from ship to ship, from pub to pub. men crawling out of the sea and bedding women, their charming words and allure seducing pretty little things. “Mhm, found him on the shore— poor man was drenched, Simon. Don’t kick him out, let him sleep.”, that’s what you had told Simon when he heard Johnny snoring after he came home

a selkie, one that was cooped up with his wife. a selkie that… hadn’t seduced you and stolen you away. lips pressed against your hair, Simon closes his eyes. a selkie… hands settling over your stomach, he breathes out

[muletia]

Every time you post headcannons or drabbles about merformer guppies I faint three years of life btw 

Anyway, loving the recent guppie ask! Ratchet can never seem to catch a break or get some sleep in any au poor guy! While everything guppie centred has been very wholesome…I can’t help but wonder just how protective the first time parent merformers get. Their guppy or guppies playing some ways from them, still in sight but still pretty far, and then either some seagulls start diving at them and pecking at them, or maybe some regular ocean predator like a shark starts snapping at them, oooor…some fishermen manage to snag them in their nets 

For Megatron since he’s freshwater and wouldn’t have to worry about sharks/fisherman I can instead maybe see some other forest predator. Like a bear or even a moose (moose are fucking terrifying they’re too damn big), his guppy goes up to the shallows to explore managing slip away without papa noticing, but then some other big animal tries to swat them and they start chirping in distress for their parents 

Happy Mermay, everyone! <3

I think I’ve answered a similar ask before, but the one above is definitely true. I also believe that some newly minted mer parents wouldn’t distance themselves from their guppies even for a millimeter. They stay by their side constantly, watching over them, making sure nothing happens to their little ones, only switching shifts when one parent needs to hunt for food or try to get some sleep. Even harmless fish are banned from coming close. All it takes is one to swim a little too near, and it either ends up in the mer’s jaws or is chased off at lightning speed with a flick of the tail.

Things are different with predators as that depends on the mer. Megatron would have zero hesitation or remorse about killing the attacker. Even if they already managed to drag his guppy slightly out of the water, leaping onto dry land to rescue his child and destroy the predator wouldn’t be a challenge for a several-ton ex-gladiator mer. The guppy would, however, get a stern scolding afterward for straying too far from their parents. For the next several years, Megatron stays close to his offspring at all times. Maybe he even starts teaching them how to fight?

Optimus, on the other hand, would take a deterrence-based approach, as he still respects the lives of other creatures. If he has no choice, he will kill, but only in extreme situations.

But at the end of the day, your guppies are the most protected offspring on the entire planet, no matter which mer is their parent

[nanamimizz-archived]

tags: 18+ minors dni / kissing / making out / established relationship / grinding/ mention of cum / mention of spit and drool

javier quickly learns something about you that he finds quite cute for all intents and purposes.

you enjoy kissing.

small ones he presses to your cheek when you come up to him at camp. the ones that linger when you press them to his brow as he lays next to you to sleep. the ones where you laugh in between them by the edges of camp when he has to set his guitar to the side - he had intended to sing for you but finds more music in your flustered giggles than his playing. he knows those are your favorite, when you look at him with big love stricken eyes and smile so tenderly at him.

javier finds that his favorite are these - when he has you away from camp and all to himself. he had found a good fishing spot with plenty vegetation. javier lets himself relax as he reels in fish while you go off foraging for herbs and other plants. he likes seeing you like that, in your element, as you dutifully pluck at plants and write them in your journal. whether you use them for your benefit or for some poor bastards detriment javier is happy to see you happy at least.

he stays by the water until his bag is full and the fish slowly finish their dinner to disperse under the now black water. you are little aways, skirt hiked to your knee to avoid getting anything stuck on it with your journal in hand and pen in your mouth as you keep surveying the small patch of land for anything you might have missed. javier swears you’re eyes are sharper than his, being able to see so clearly in the dim light despite the light of the moon. packing his rod is muscle memory, letting his hands do the labor as he watches you - taking in how the moonlight shines on the highlights of your hair while you pick something else. you write it in your journal with a pleased smile and add what you found to your own bag that is embroidered with orange poppy flowers.

you lift your gaze to where he is and smile warmly at him. you must have honey for eyes the way his teeth hurt from how sweetly you look at him and you make your way over to him. you remind him of your horse, a muscular buckskin kiger stallion that is the most sure-footed horse he’s ever seen the way you jump over the rocks with your heeled boots. you breath a soft hello as you are before him, flustered and doe eyed as he lets his hands find your waist to bring you close.

“what did you find, mi amor?” he asks warmly letting his lips kiss your cheek as your arms go around his shoulders. you hum pleased and murmur into his ear that you found sprouts of swap potatoes and other miscellaneous herbs that are common place but you had run out of over the months. you press a kiss of your own at the corner of his lips and ask about the fish. javier grins big and tilts his head to the filled bag that rests where he stood. you gap and lean your head into his shoulder and laugh.

“i think you might be a better fisherman than mr. matthews.”

“don’t let that old timer hear say that, it’ll sting his pride more than he’d say.” javier laughs and it makes you laugh too, the evening air cool and pleasant between the two of you. your fingertips play with the ends of his tied hair as you hum softly, relaxed with the gentle breeze and the sound of water running.

“so what now - are we heading back?” you say, voice soft just for the two of you. javier smiles and his eyes crinkles like a fox’s when he presses his lips to your ear.

“we could…or…we could have some time together.” he whispers into your ear flirtatiously, the hands that were at your waist go down to cup at the curve of your ass. each take their fill and squeeze enough to make you gasp as he chuckles at how you fluster even now.

“h-here?”

“only if you’d like.” he responds smoothly grinning when you shyly duck your head only to nod at his suggestion. it makes him laugh, the way you duck so demurely against him despite knowing how you have him, when he tells you it always makes you embarrassed. javier nudges your cheek with his nose - "come here, look at me." as sweetly as always you obey and tilt your head up to him. javier is a good kisser - much better than you are so its easy for his tongue to make it's way into your mouth.

his tongue brushes against yours and you moan softly, gripping the back of his vest as he presses closer to you enough so he can feel the way your heart pounds in your chest. it makes him smile into the kiss even has he let's himself get lost in the sucking of your tongue and sound of your quiet moans. you part with him snickering at your flushed state and soft pants - it's sweet how you look at him with pretty eyes and he can't help himself to reach out and pinch your tongue. javier snickers at how you gasp but you let him, relaxing and looking at him with pretty glassy eyes.

"you really let me do anything to you, huh?" you nod, letting out a breathy little noise of agreement and he let's go of you. you'd always let javier does has he pleases, he's the only man in the world that has earned the right to do so. it's why you let him lead you to a thicker tree, and why you follow him to sit on his lap facing him with his back to the trunk. you are spread out on his lap, skirt hiked up enough that javier can see the ends of the garters that keep up the white of your stockings. tan hands settle on the exposed tops of your thighs and carefully sneak up to sink into your plush flesh.

his thumb resting on the birthmark on your right thigh, one that vaguely looks like a heart that he finds so endearing as he spreads you out over his pelvis. you are still clutching his lapels bumping your nose against his as you press kiss after kiss against his lips while his hands come to grip your hips. you kisses grow sloppy when you begin to lick at his lips desperately wanting to have his tongue in your mouth as you begin rock your hips against his lap.

javier pants softly, groaning against your mouth when the warmth of your cunt is felt as you rock against him - feeling how the delicate soft cotton of your delicates grows wet against the forming bulge of his cock. your breaths intermingle as you both feel heat coil in your stomachs are you rock against each other, you clit catching on the rougher fabric of his dark jeans. you tongue brushes against him as javier’s hands dig deep and ground you down against - it makes you moan as lightning dances up your spine at the pleasure. you flush against him, whining at how javier doesn’t let go of your form keeping you where he wants as he feels you grow more and more wet against him.

“javi, javi - please.”

“what is mi amor, que quieres de mi?” he asks you what you want from him and there thousands of words on your tongue that drip like the drool that escapes you as you experience more and more pleasure from how javier moves you against him. you feel his cock twitch, pulsing beneath you and moan - long and deep from your chest. you’re lidded eyes, glistening from pleasure look at him with all the adoration your lax tongue can’t muster. you only go to kiss him, taking him by surprise as you suck on his tongue, letting go of his lapels to instead let one hand come to the base of his ponytail and grip.

he moans into your mouth and comes with a sweet shock, staining his pants beneath you as you whine so softly at the feeling. you are pulled off to one of his thigh and you hump at it on your own as you let your lips go to javier’s neck. you kiss and suck at the skin, moaning as his grip tightens from his aftershocks. rubbing your cheek to his stubble you whisper into his ear as place a candied affection after another on his skin - “don’t waste it next time please.” javier is helpless beneath you, becoming lax and merely a place for you to grind to completion.

“don’t - don’t say those things when you don’t mean it.” he hisses into your hair and you whine defiantly as you cum on his thigh.

“i do - i do mean it -“ you gasp in between the cresting peek of your pleasure, letting your tongue go to lick the salt of his skin. “want all of you in me always.”

“jesus christ,” javier laughs high and sickeningly fond, “you’re a little pervert.”

“just for you.” you mumble, hips aching and face tucked into his neck as you almost melt into his chest. his hands rub at your back, warm and soothing as you come down from your pleasure high.

“can we stay here - just for awhile?” javier hums and agrees, letting you almost go limp in his embrace as your eyes close shut. he stays there, with you in his embrace til the moon is high in the sky and he looks down at you, and stays there a little longer.

[archive-doll]

dog!ghost, the touched-craved puppy.

requests are still open! forgive the grammar.

trigger warning for homelessness, and eating disorders due to being poor. Abusive childhood. Unhealthy coping mechanisms. Mention of a knife fight - scar on his face. Mention of food. I think that's all?

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It can go so many ways; I truly think for hybrid's au, the type of species you are can influence some traits of your personality, not in a cliché manner, but more for little mannerisms and so on.

In my troubled mind, he is a cane corso, no doubt about it. A massif dog, a beast of nature even for his kind - the ground trembled beneath his feet, no matter what shape he was in. In a way, he reminds me of Cerberus, the mythological dog from hell. I think he hides behind it, protects himself from society, and slides into that role.

He definitely does not like other people. He's a stray, hardened by his tragic childhood, and then he got recruited by the military.

In this alternative universe, he does not search for it. Actually, he's content with doing odd jobs and haunting the streets of whatever city he lives in at that time. He probably moves around a lot for work; maybe like he does illegal jobs in construction for the season, lives on some boat as a fisherman, and doesn't see the earth for weeks on end. Simon doesn't want a house, a place to come to because it reminds him of the one he lost, the one that has been stolen from him - tarnished by his deadbeat dad.

He doesn't want to mingle with normal people. He is a ghost and has been long before becoming a soldier.

So, he avoids Manchester at all costs, the city reminds him of too much pain, and too much loss, and he still hasn't overcome the grief that came with his childhood years.

But, one day, he works in a little village close to one of these stupid military bases, and goes eat not too far from whatever building he is currently working on, and there are soldiers there. Simon doesn't care and doesn't look. He just knows from past experience they are loud and obnoxious.

Keep in mind, the man is huge - square and broad all over from years of physical jobs. Black ears puff from his hair, twitching at every sound, one missing a patch of flesh from an old knife fight. Sharp fangs poking from his thin mouth catch the light and the eyes, pushing against his lips into a gore curl. Most turn around when they see him, the scars and consequences of his home life, adding to the imposing and threatening aura he has from being a massive breed.

So, he's eating a bland meal, never putting much money into pretty much anything even for his basic survival, until there is a shadow that towers over him. Over him. He keeps on eating his raw meat, with cold peas, thinking it's one of his colleagues or one girl that's stupid enough to come close. But, no.

It's a blond woman, face unwavering when they lock eyes, in some civvies clothes but he knows anyway. Simon always knows. She's military. From the way her shoulders sit straight to how her hands are steady at her side to her analytical stare. She smells like powder and something he can recognize that most soldiers have - a reek of metal. Blood.

She talks and gives him a nice speech, but he doesn't care much. All he hears is a good job, something about training and going to other countries, and a warm meal he won't have to waste money on.

His plastic bag is thrown into the trashcan as he follows behind her, dirty blond hair unruly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his paw. Military life will be good for him. It will keep his mind busy, days too. And he will do what he is good at, made for. Hunting.

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A few years later, Ghost comes around again. The building is crippling away, and he's behind two of his colleagues, a black mask covering the bottom half of his face and sunglasses on. Johnny, his loud and obnoxious sergeant, finds them hilarious. Ghost doesn't care much - except he does.

Johnny is his friend. Kyle, the calmer and more subdued, but startlingly smart man is, too. Even the older man who easily strides at his rhythm, Price, he could consider him one of his mates. They are in this stupid village and go together to eat outside the base, which isn't so stupid anymore. It's remotely a place he feels comfortable in.

They stand in the little shop that sells sandwiches and good meals that keep his belly warm for the rest of his day when they come around, at the back of the waiting line. You have cat's hair on your jeans, white strands easily noticed on the dark denim that seems melted along the curves of your thighs. He knows he is staring, Johnny tells him about that more often than not.

But Simon cannot look away. You are here, with some earphones on, uncaring of the world around you, of everyone passing by that fills the shop - with heart-shattering eyes. And this time, instead of finally staring at the gorgeous creature there, Simon pays for their meal.

Actually, he pushes rudely some bills into the lady's hand behind the counter and points to them with a tilt of his head.

Johnny is snorting half of his brain through his nose, but he waits in front of the shop. He doesn't know it yet, but Simon is not a stray anymore. Neither is exactly a Ghost.

Not when they step towards him, a little embarrassed, and ask him if they can offer him coffee. Not when they sit around an atrociously small table outside a coffee shop, sharing their meal, and he feels his broken tail wag behind him, seeing their cheeks swell with food.

@archive-doll all rights reserved. reposting or modifying, including translating or use on AI is not permitted. original characters are not my own but the stories and writing are.

[captainpriceslilwife]

little masterlist (under construction)

mandatory intro post

John Price

Oh Darling (price x pregnant!reader)

Guppy (fisherman!price x mermaid!reader

a little bit of price comfort

a sad insecure smut something something idk (18+)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz x Insecure!reader [pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3] + general ideas (anons and asks abt it)

Gaz x insecure!reader meeting the team for the first time (first time didn't count, ok?)

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

torturing poor Johnny with the silent treatment

tbi!Soap x reader (dead dove do not eat 18+)

Simon "Ghost" Riley

spirit guide simon

djungelskog....

he's NOT letting your ass get a boob job. sorry queen

Nikolai

little drabble on flight attendant!reader x nikolai

daddy kink with nik (18+ nsfw)

Random HC

tf141 as knights

tf141 + nik with hybrids!! (18+)

a little mini thought on our guys dealing with vaginismus (18+)

tf141 w/ a camera-shy gf

[melpomenelamusa]

Live bait

WoW´s Birthday Whump Event DAY 2: Bait for a non-human/Fishing with live bait

CW: Non-human whumpee, mer whump, child whump, used as bait, live bait, “It” used as a derogatory pronoun.

"It's a mermaid," said one of the sailors, stating the obvious.

In the middle of the deck, trapped in the net, was a mermaid. It was quite small, with bluish skin and shimmering scales in shades of green, turquoise, and blue.

"It's a child," someone else said, watching the creature struggle uselessly against the thick ropes of the net that immobilized it arms and tail.

A thin man with a monocle stepped forward, observing carefully.

"Indeed, it appears to be a child. A female, if I’m not mistaken. At this age, it’s much harder to determine gender."

"Move aside, I want to see!"

The sailors stepped aside to let their burly captain through. The man had a long, tangled beard, weathered skin, and a pair of cruel eyes.

"Why is it so small? We won’t get much money for one this tiny."

Meanwhile, the mermaid kept squirming. When it realized it couldn’t get free, and finding itself out of the water for so long, surrounded by strange and menacing creatures, it began to cry. It voice was almost human, a sad and frightened wail.

"Someone bring the muzzle and shut it up before its magic takes effect," the Captain demanded.

"Actually," the man with the monocle commented, "it’s just a child. Its song has no deadly power yet, not until it becomes an adult." Then, speaking more to himself, he murmured, "What would such a young mermaid be doing so close to the surface?"

That was when the Captain had an idea.

"If there’s a child, then there must be a mother nearby. We’ll use the little one as bait to lure the mermaids. Prepare the nets and harpoons!"

The sailors got to work. They pulled the little mermaid from the net only to immediately tie it up with ropes. The rope slid over its slippery skin and scales, so they had to make the knots extra tight to prevent it from escaping. Then, they hung it from the ship’s bow, just as a fisherman would place bait on a fishing line.

The creature writhed like a worm, suspended several meters above the water’s surface, crying and screaming louder in an unintelligible language. Some sailors retreated below deck or stuffed their ears with plugs, tired of listening to the constant wailing of the mermaid.

"Can’t we just gag it?" someone asked.

"Not if you want to attract the mermaids," the man with the monocle replied.

"But nothing’s happening," the Captain complained, frustrated, peering through his spyglass at the calm, unchanged sea after hours of waiting.

The man with the monocle lowered his gaze to the still water below. He knew mermaids were highly protective of their kind, especially their young. Sooner or later, one would appear. He only hoped that they wouldn’t end up attracting a much larger sea monster as well. Although this area wasn’t known for monsters, one could never be too sure. The ocean remained a mystery, even to those who had sailed it for years.

After another couple of hours, beneath the ship’s shadow, ripples formed, and a head emerged from the water.

"Captain, there!" a voice called.

Suddenly, another head appeared from beneath the waves, then another, and another, and another. In the end, there were twelve in total, all with long hair and skin of different colors, their voracious eyes fixed on the poor child still hanging from the bow of the ship, burned and dried out by the relentless sun.

"It’s the mermaids! Quickly, the nets and harpoons!" the Captain shouted.

The sailors sprang into action; however, the man with the monocle remained glued to the railing, staring at the fascinating creatures. How he longed to study them, analyze them, dissect them, and examine them. He wasn’t worried about the sirens’ song—he had made sure to cover his ears well. Mermaids in the water were dangerous, deadly, but as long as they remained safe on the deck, there was nothing to worry about…

Suddenly, a loud thud was heard, and the ship shook.

"What was that?" someone yelled.

There was a second impact, and this time, the ship rocked harder. The man with the monocle peered over the railing again. The waves licking the ship’s sides were growing larger. Something was happening beneath the water.

"Quick, capture the mermaids before they escape!" the Captain demanded.

Then came a third impact, and this time, the ship tilted sharply to one side. The deck erupted into screams and chaos. The sea’s surface seemed to rise closer and closer, and with it, the furious mermaids.

Suddenly, the man with the monocle felt someone grab his shoulder, and in an instant, he was flung backward. He hung in the air for a moment before crashing into the sea. The water struck his back violently, flooding his nose, eyes, and mouth.

He kicked desperately, searching for the surface and precious air. He broke through the waves, sputtering out water. Once he managed to open his eyes, despite the burning salt, he froze as he watched the ship sinking into the waves and chaos, like a stone vanishing into a river.

Mermaids are stronger than we thought, he realized.

Then, a melody reached his ears. He hadn’t noticed until that moment that the earplugs he had worn had fallen out.

The song clouded his mind until his consciousness sank as well, deeper and deeper.

A few minutes later, the sea was once again calm and silent, without a single ripple disturbing its surface.

I want to write a mermaid story one day QwQ