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queenie-the-court-jester · 2 months

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Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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yxami · 9 months

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Fighting the urge to not write a quiet hybrid guy and I failed

description: yandere octopus hybrid x gn merperson reader, getting trapped in his trap, him tasting you, umm idk what else, also normally I stick to facts about the animals I write as hybrids but I changed some stuff about him like his tongue being soft bc would it be hot if a sandpaper tongue was licking u? LMAOO

Kioshi was a sea creature, an octopus and you’re just a random merperson who happened to run into his sticky trap that was intended for prey. So he’s just scanning you at every angle available to him, swiftly swimming around to see if you were going to be a problem to deal with.

He never really interacted with any merfolk before so your silent empty stare confused him enough to mentally ask himself questions. Was he supposed to let you out? Could he eat you? Were you tasty?

The curious octopus wrapped his arms around you, the suckers on his tentacles staying in one place with the grip they had on your body. Was he tasting you?? What was this weird octopus guy doing!!

“Hello?? What are you doing” You glared at his tentacles that sneaked their way through his own kelp trap to touch and stick on you. It was almost like he was trying to sample you, to see if you could be his dinner tonight.

He quietly hummed, pondering if you were even edible. You tasted.. fishy. It would be ironic for merfolk not to have a salty taste to them. What did he expect after all? The two of you were in the ocean for crying out loud!

“You taste weird, can you even fit in my mouth” Kioshi opened his mouth, his fangs and 2 rows of teeth showing brightly. The vibrant pink tongue that slipped out his mouth looked long and soft. He apparently had no shame in showing his interest to eat you.

“I’m a merperson! And no you can’t eat me! I wouldn’t go up to you and ask if I could eat you” The hiss that left your lips and confidence had him more intrigued than before.

He disassembled his kelp trap with a tug of one of the kelp that wrapped around a nearby giant rock. Once you were let free you stretched, liking how much freedom you had now. It almost pissed you off remembering that you were in there for the entirety of this conversation.

“I’ll give you some shiny pearls if you keep letting me taste you” Kioshi dug in a pouch he carried around his waist, scooping out a few beautiful pink pearls that made your eyes shimmer with adoration. You were always a sucker for pretty things, every merperson was!

“Fine” You mumbled, sitting on a rock, your soft hands holding onto it as a handle while he wrapped his tentacles around you. He wasn’t sure why he was so interested in you, yeah he doesn’t see merfolk often but you peaked his interest for another reason. One that he was clueless about as well.

But he doesn’t try to fret over it, when he likes something, he takes it for himself. And you were pretty, really pretty. Your scales provided a glistening view, the sun helping accentuate the natural shine they had. Each scale was shiny and bright, he loved shiny things. Maybe you were meant to be his little treasure to take home!

You obediently sat while he seemed lost in thought, wrapping his sneaky tentacles around you, every sucker providing a squishy suction on your skin, almost felt like kisses running along your torso and arms. You could even feel his breath on your neck while he seemed to taste you there with his mouth. You pondered whether he would leave marks or not.

“You taste nice” Kioshi murmured, causing marks around your waist and chest.

“Well there’s that answer” You mentally said to yourself, looking down at the almost identical looking hickey marks on your body after his tentacles slipped away. He must’ve been too focused on tasting you to be gentle.

“Sorry..” He whispered, putting his tongue against your stomach’s skin to lick at the marks. You jumped at the feeling with a flustered expression, his hands rested around your hips while he continued.

“I think they’ll fade on their own.. You don’t have to lick them!” You bit your lip, trying to hold in the whimper you were about to let out from the strange sensation of his tongue running along your stomach.

“Oh.. okay. I’ll pay attention more next time” He blinked with no embarrassment that he shamelessly licked and tasted your skin. He sat next to you, leaning against your side, watching fish run around and play.

Next time? There was going to be a next time? You thought to yourself, wondering why he was so confident yet so nonchalant with his words that it just seemed natural to slip from his lips.

Kioshi pondered, trying to think of something else to say. He didn’t want to end the conversation here, he liked this interaction, even if it was just a trade between the two of you. Your flustered reactions and looks made him smile when you weren’t looking. He liked you already.

“So, I’ve never seen you here. Are you just passing through this area?” He faced you, observing your deep colored eyes compared to the bright waters around the two of you.

“Nah, I live around here, I just don’t usually wander off too far from my cave” You explained as you stared at his veiny hands that pressed down against the smooth rock. He seemed interested enough in your words to lean closer, his eyes scanning yours and especially at your lips.

“Huh, that’s cool” He softly said, wanting to say more but unsure of what. Should he ask if he could visit you sometime? Maybe offer to show you his cave? He wanted to ask something but his mind couldn’t set on a thought, causing you to speak after a few moments.

“So, what about you? Where do you live?” You yawned, making sure you weren’t out too late by looking at the sun that was close to set. It would be bad if you were out when the moon was down. You never got used to all the creatures that would appear in the dark waves that strolled by. It gave you goosebumps just thinking of the strange faces.

“Right over there, I don’t set my trap up too far incase it’s something big” Kioshi let out a small giggle, the fact you were in his trap today and definitely bigger than the average fish he expected made it more funny.

“Must’ve lucked out today then huh?” You playfully rolled your eyes at him laughing at his words.

“Mhm” He grinned, adding in a nod as well while he spoke. “How about I treat you to some food since I captured you?” He casually offered, as if he wasn’t trying to rack his brain about how to word it before. He wasn’t that good with speaking with others, never really interacted with other creatures in the first place, until now!

“Sure, you totally owe me after-all” You smiled, hopping off the rock to swim in-front of him. He got off the almost cliff looking rock as well and started leading you to his place. Not that far, just like he said. When the two of you closed the distance between his home you observed how nicely decorated it was. Lots of shiny things in a wooden chest he had, a soft looking bed and cute trinkets placed along the walls. It was big so the fact that he filled it up nicely was impressing.

“How about some crab?” He said, poking at the live crabs he had in another slightly different trap, the knots and twists being almost identical to the one you were in. He seemed to use traps to catch all his food instead of chasing it himself.

“Sure! How are you gonna cook it?” You asked curious, swimming around him in circles to see what he was doing. You were able to witness him grabbing the trap brimming with crabs and bringing them up to the end of the cave, there you were able to see that the roof went further up. He seemed to almost disappear after climbing up onto something.

You popped your head up the water to see this was his kitchen area, it had pots and pans hanging on hooks and a small dinner table with a few seats. His place was bigger than you imagined, it had an area with no water that connected to the ocean after-all.

“Gonna boil them?” You looked curiously at him grabbing a pot and sliding over back to the large opening in the floor to the rest of his home, collecting ocean water in it. “Yup” Kioshi softly said, putting the pot down on a metal grill. He seemed to have lots of kitchen supplies, it made your curious to whether he stole it from humans.

You had your own little collection stolen from humans but definitely not a entire room’s worth, not yet anyways. You were curious enough to want to ask Kioshi more questions about him, but decided not to.

The boiled crabs poured into a glass bowl in-front of you made you drool almost instinctively, as if you’ve always known his cooking. You stared at the bowl first, noticing that it was expensive looking and had cracks, he must’ve glued it back together.

He sat down in front of you, pondering on why you were staring at the bowl instead of the cooked crabs you could be eating, was it not appetizing? Should he cook something else? He twiddled his thumbs against each other while trying to think of whether he should speak up.

Kioshi opened his mouth to speak but you paused the words from leaving his mouth with a happy hum. “It’s so good!!!” You muffled with crab meat in your mouth, once you managed to chew and swallow a few more pieces.

“Thanks Kioshi! You’re so good at cooking” You cleared your throat, looking up at him with another opened crab leg.

“No problem” He mumbled, feeling his face heat up. He wasn’t sure why he had the sudden urge to keep you in his cave forever, for you to become his mate and be devoted to him as he would with you. Maybe it was because he didn’t have one yet, or possibly because you were perfect for him.

He’d find a way to keep you here, whether that would be pearls, his cooking, or anything he could possibly steal from humans, he’d do it.

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politemenacephd · 3 months

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Lost at Sea (+18)

💙 Merman!Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader 💙

After your neglectful partner lets you nearly drown in a storm, you are rescued by an unexpected party: a merman named Miguel, who offers to help heal you. TW: Near drowning, possible thalassophobia, mentions of past emotionally abusive partner.

💙 Contents: Monster/human relationship, Forbidden romance, Mutual pining, Size difference, Kissing and heavy petting, Cock warming, PinV sex, Underwater sex, Double penetration, Autoerotic asphyxiation, Creampie.

💙 Notes: Holy shit I got way too invested in this one lmao, enjoy

💙 Word count: 7,400

‘God… damn it! CAN YOU GET UP HERE AND HELP—’

Your words were torn from your mouth by the relentless wind as it buffered your skin. The harsh sea salt had cracked your lips and dulled your skin, leaving your cheeks raw and red, and your hands were growing tired from hauling rope.

You were alone on the deck of a tiny ship sailing right into an inferno, and you had no idea what to do.

Your asshole partner had insisted that you go out on their new boat. It’d clearly been an attempt to just show off. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise as they blabbered about their new toy, and eventually you’d just been worn down into going.

You’d tried to warn them about the weather. You’d tried to show them your phone, which clearly indicated that a storm was rolling in midafternoon, but they were too pompous to listen. As always.

You’d agreed to just go a little way out into the cove to see how it ran. They’d made you sit with your hands in your lap while they steered, because clearly you were too clumsy and naïve to touch anything on their precious vessel. You bit down your complaints and tried to enjoy it while you could.

And then, of course, they’d pushed it too far. They’d gone too far from the coast in an attempt to show off.

You’d watched the sky turning from pale blue to a foreboding grey, the clouds growing dark like a bruise on the horizon. Over and over you’d said to turn back, and over and over you’d been told the same thing: You were overreacting, you were petty, you were just trying to ruin this for them.

It was only when the first spatters of rain began to hit the deck that they’d finally decided to turn around, and their stubbornness had cost you dearly. The storm had rolled in faster than you could turn the vessel around. The beach was still just a blurry line in the distance, and the storm was threatening to throw you to the sea’s mercy.

Despite their previous snide comments about you not touching anything, they were currently below deck somewhere while you were struggling to hunker down the sails so you didn’t overturn.

‘Where—are they, fuck—Would you PLEASE help!’

Your desperate cry echoed against the thundering of rain overhead, but there was no reply. You could see the light was on downstairs. You knew they were there, could they really care about you so little?

‘I’m trying to batten everything down! Just hold on!’ Their voice floated out from behind the closed door. It only served to distract you from your job, as you still could barely hear what they were saying.

‘WHAT?’ you cried.

‘I’m battening down!’

‘BATTENING WHAT DOWN?!’

‘Just—’

A fresh gust of wind unsteadied your feet, and the rope slipped from your hands. The sail above was caught by the storm and began to turn the ship faster than you could keep up with.

‘S-Shit, no, no come on—’

You felt your feet slipping on the cold wood. The spray was blinding your sight.

‘Shit… shit—’

You clung to the rope as hard as you could, but when the next wave came in it slipped. Your knot hadn’t been tight enough. To your horror your feet were entirely swept out from underneath you.

‘HELP! HELP!’

You hit the deck and felt the wind knocked from your lungs. You tried to stand but the storm was faster than you, and as you squirmed on the wet deck your body began to slide. You rolled across the slippery wood right towards the edge.

‘No, NO—HEY! HEY! HEL—’

You didn’t even get a second chance to call for help.

You were flung down into the ocean with your stabilizing rope snaking after you into the blackened abyss, and the last thing you saw was your partners silhouette in the single lit window.

The water was freezing as it hit you. You sank down easy into the dark and the chaos.

You thrashed. You clawed. You squirmed and exploded bubbles from your maw, but your clothes were weighing you down, and the storm kept whipping waves over your head every time you even vaguely breached the surface. You got three or four good breathes in before you were swallowing sea water, and your arms were too tired to keep you afloat.

You kept thinking they’d save you. You kept thinking they’d come. But you just, kept, sinking.

Down, down, where the storm sounds were dulled to nothing. Where the world was a weightless, crushing void of indigo. Down to the unknown.

You couldn’t hear, couldn’t see. Your body drifted into the darkness.

But you could have sworn, right before you lost consciousness, that you felt someone grab you.

…

You woke slowly to the sound of sea birds.

One thought immediately filled your fuzzy mind. You were alive?

You blinked your eyes only to find them slightly crusty with salt. You had to wipe them clean with your wrist, and as you moved that you realized how sore you were. You were cold and stiff, your ankle swollen, but you were alive. How on earth were you alive?

You blinked your eyes a few more times until the crust broke, and with a low moan you began to take in your surroundings.

You were inside a gaping cave, a huge, jagged opening in the side of the bay. You assumed it must be the same bay you’d initially left from and not another since the rock was the exact same colour. There was water gently lapping at your side, water shallow enough to give you a view of the rock beneath. It was faintly pink, covered in barnacles and filled with seaweed and rocks.

A rockpool. You were in a rockpool cave.

You could feel something soft beneath you, which felt strange considering where you were. When you shifted your fingers, you realized that you were laying in a bed of wet kelp and moss atop a rock. Was this, natural?

You winced as you tried to move. The odds of you surviving like this were just non-existent, right? To have been swept into a safe cave, without hitting any rocks on the way, and all in enough time that you hadn’t drowned? It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. This was unfathomable. There had to be another explanation.

‘Are you awake?’

You jumped at the sound of a stranger’s voice echoing through the cave. It was deep, husky, cold. It wasn’t like any voice you’d ever heard before. You winced for a second time as you tried to roll, and the stranger spoke again.

‘Careful—careful, you’re hurt.’

‘Who—’

You shuffled onto your elbow and peered out towards the caves opening, trying desperately to see who was here. Was it some passerby who stumbled in, or perhaps a coastguard who’d tracked you? Perhaps your luck was turning after all.

But, there was no one at the cave mouth. You frowned, at first, until you felt the breath. Hot, warm breath, stirring your neck. You turned around and yelped.

Beside you was a man. Or at least, part of a man.

Deep red eyes peered at you from beneath a mop of long, thick, dark brown hair, hair that lay is braided strands around his neck and shoulders. He was muscled and broad, his skin brown and calloused by old scars. You could see salt crystals hanging from those thick locks about his shoulders, and it appeared that his skin had been painted or tattooed with smooth neon red lines.

He was a pretty man, a rugged creature of the sea, but he had strangely kind eyes. You could see his unkempt brows were raised in an attempt to seem unthreatening. By all means, if you’d met him in any other scenario, you would have simply been too shy to say a word. You would have been smitten, not frightened.

It was what lay beneath his muscled waist that scared you.

His pelvis gave way to a gargantuan torso, one that resembled the body of a large fish. His tail was long, its skin glimmering a deep and jewel-like navy blue, ending a taper that was decorating with a huge, fluttery, blood red tail, one that crinkled and rippled like fabric. You saw his little fleshy fins, his smooth spines, all glittering with little beads of water.

His fish half was floating idly in the deeper pool while his human torso clung to the rock you were perched on. His eyes were fixed on you, and he had you surrounded.

‘Ah… Y-you—’

‘How do you feel?’

The man’s voice came out gruff as he interrupted your stuttering.

‘I… I’m—’ You tried to speak but struggled to get a single word out. You were paralyzed by a mixture of fear and confusion.

‘You’re… scared, yes?’ the man said in a lower tone. He was trying to sound soft, to sound confident, but it was hard to underplay the powerful image of this otherworldly monster lying across your only way of escape.

‘Y…. y—’

‘I won’t hurt you’ he said slowly. He was clearly a little impatient, a little stiff, but he was trying. ‘I won’t.’

‘You, wont?’ you stammered. The man nodded.

‘I could have hurt you many times before now. I haven’t.’

When your eyes widened in horror the man suddenly sighed, realizing a little too late how that his example was less than comforting. ‘What I mean is, just- I won’t hurt you. I do not plan to hurt you, which is why, I haven’t. Okay? I swear’ he elaborated.

‘What- What are you?’ you said, your voice quivering. He shifted his enormous tail.

‘I’m- me’ he grunted.

‘Yo… what- what does that mean? What are you?!’ You repeated again.

The man tilted his head. ‘Is this, the shock, talking?’ he asked. It was hard to tell if he was being deliberately sarcastic or just struggling to give off a genuinely concerned tone, which certainly threw you off. ‘I, truly can’t tell. Do you want me to answer that genuinely?’

‘Y… You’re, um- you’re, real?’ you said, both a statement and a question. At that he unexpectedly broke into a dumbfounded smile, one that looked comforting on his weather-worn face.

‘Ah. It is the shock, then. I am real, yes. I am—’

‘You’re ah, uh—you’re a, merman’ you stammered. His smile softened as his eyes darted about your face.

‘Yes’ he said softly. ‘Yes, there you go.’

You began to murmur to yourself as you drew up your knees. ‘I’m…. I-I’m sorry, I—’

‘No need to apologize. I’m automatically wary around humans, but, you are… Not exactly a threat.’

‘I… No. I’m, not a threat’ you dumbly replied. You noticed the smile lines by his eyes grow deeper before he coughed to cover them up.

‘Hm. My name is, Miguel, if that helps’ he grunted. He seemed a little uncomfortable being so personable, but he was trying his best to ease your fear. It worked. Slowly you began to relax.

‘Hi’ you mumbled back, ‘I uh… My name is, Y/N.’

You noticed his tail flicking slightly in the deeper pool, causing ripples to dance across its surface towards you. ‘A pleasure to meet you’ Miguel replied in that cold but gentle voice, ‘if only it was under better circumstances.’

‘W- Where, um- can I ask, where am I?’ you panted.

‘You certainly can, you just did. You’re close to shore. You’re by the beach which extends towards the docks from which I assume you left. It’s low tide right now so, if you follow to the right you’ll get back to the beach. I’m, unsure if you can walk though, due to your ankle, and… unfortunately I cannot swim you out yet with the low water. Later, though, I will, when the tide comes back. That was my plan.’

As Miguel gave his monotone recital of your situation, your mind drifted elsewhere. One niggling thought kept bothering you.

‘You… did, you—did you rescue me?’ you asked. It felt a dumb question, but you were truly dumbfounded by this whole situation.

To your surprise, Miguel immediately nodded. ‘Yes. I did. I sensed the ship in the storm and went to check it, and I found you struggling beneath the waves. I hoisted you above the water and… well, I feel I must apologize to you.’

Miguel paused and rubbed his thickset jaw. It was hard to see his face in the dark, but, did he look ashamed?

‘I tried to take you directly to the docks but… With the storm, it was extremely busy. There were sailors trying to cover their vessels all over the board, and—well. I could not risk myself being seen. I brought you here so that I could shield you from the waves without being seen.’

‘No that… that’s, fine’ you mumbled. ‘I mean, I’m grateful you saved me at all. I really… really, thought I was going to die there.’

‘It’s nothing. You’re safe now. Though, I have to ask, why did you go out alone in the first place?’ he asked.

You blinked. ‘Why—what do you mean?’

‘Why did you go out into the storm, on the ship, alone? You’re in shock right now but… You don’t, seem like the kind to be that, risky, to put it nicely’ he repeated.

Immediately your brows furrowed. You remembered it all then; your asshole partner taking you out, forcing you to deal with the ship from the outside as the storm you had predicted would roll in did inevitably roll in. Had they even done anything to save you? Had they even noticed?

Miguel tilted his head at your expression. ‘What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Uh—no, it’s not your fault. Sorry. I wasn’t on the ship alone, and it wasn’t my choice. My, partner, I guess, wanted to go out and I didn’t want to start a fight by refusing. I knew there was a storm but they… didn’t- Ah, fuck- they didn’t listen to me.’

It felt strange saying partner at this point. In your head you certainly weren’t thinking of them the same way you used to. Really, you hadn’t thought of them like that for a while.

You slumped a little on the moss. ‘Ah… fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna have to deal with that when I go back.’

Miguel didn’t say a thing at first. He just lay back and watched you writhe with patient eyes, until he noticed your foot impatiently tapping.

‘You seem… tense’ he murmured.

You tried desperately to look away.

‘Is it the pain?’ he asked. You shook your head.

‘No, I don’t—’ You tried to draw up your knees to your chest but you winced the second your ankle moved. You got too embarrassed and let it slide back down. ‘I don’t… want to go back.’

Miguel blinked again. ‘Why not?’

‘What do I have to go back to?’ you said with a slightly sad laugh. ‘That—asshole? Who left me on the ship, who let me fall overboard? I’m sure I’ll go back and, I’ll either get chewed out like this was my fault or I’ll get smothered with worry and guilt tripping until I internalize that it WAS my fault, and either I stay with them in that shitty cycle or- or I leave, and, I try to figure shit out.’

You tapped your foot violently at the thought. ‘No. I’m not going back to them. Not again. I- I can’t. I WON’T. And, in that case… I got, nothing. No home, no- friends out here, no real assets just… ah. Fucckk.’

You hiccupped into an awkward finish, and after that you were too ashamed to continue talking.

Miguel sat with you in silence. In the silence you could hear the slippery smooth sound of his skin as his tail coiled and shifted beneath the water, mixed with the dripping of water from above. It was terribly tense.

‘Okay. We’ll, wait.’

You were surprised by his blunt dismissal. You were sure that this creature would want to be rid of you, or would complain about your attitude, but, he seemed unphased. At least, he seemed unphased. His face was so hard to read.

‘Would you like me to check your ankle, then?’ he asked, gesturing to the swollen inflamed pound above your foot. You blinked. Wait, he was worried about you?’

‘Y- uh, sure. I’m not sure what you can do for it though.’

Miguel carefully angled his tail and slid forward until his torso was right next to your own, allowing his hands to find your ankle.

‘Mm… I’ll, try not to hurt you’ he murmured. You nodded, and slowly he began to feel over the swelling. You shuddered the moment you felt his hand. God, his hands felt good. Strong, calloused, worn, warm. It was a new feeling to be gripped by something like that.

You realized, then, that the clothes you’d been wearing were gone. They must have been stripped off in the storm? Either way, you were wearing nothing but the one-piece bathing suit you’d been wearing beneath them.

If Miguel had noticed he didn’t say anything. He continued stroking over the soft bump in your ankle with diligent eyes. ‘It doesn’t look like it’s broken’ he muttered to himself. ‘Which is… good.’

To your internal horror, you felt your cheeks growing warm. He was ever, ever so pretty, and so gentle. He didn’t look like he should be this gentle.

His breath hit your shoulder as he worked, and against your better judgement you leaned into it. It felt… nice. For something so cold, so wet, he was so human too. Your body continued to lean in until you realized that you were practically nestled into the crook of his neck.

You looked up, and your eyes met. He glanced down at your face with slightly raised brows.

‘Mm?’

‘Ah—sorry, I’m- I’m tired’ you stammered, forcing yourself up. He didn’t approach you nor rebuff you; he simple chuckled, his lips turned into an adorable half smile. He looked old beyond his years, you thought.

‘It’s fine. You can rest if you must.’

You felt the heat growing deeper. You coughed with pursed lips and turned to stare at the wall. ‘No, no, I’m fine. I’ll be fine.’

You hadn’t realized how touch starved you were. You hadn’t been treated kindly in far too long, and this one basic gesture was causing you to overflow. He was very, very pretty. Really pretty. It really didn’t help the situation, just how pretty he was. God, it was all you could think about. You just kept letting it go around and around in your mind.

Pretty, pretty, rugged sea beast.

‘Your partner.’

You jumped back into the moment at the sound of his voice. ‘Ah- yeah? What- what about them?’

‘Mm. That’s a very telling response’ he noted. You shuddered as he continued to massage your ankle.

‘I—Sorry, I didn’t mean to be snippy.’

‘That’s not what I meant’ he grunted.

‘Well… Then- can you just, say what you meant then?’ you said. He glanced at you again.

‘I wanted to ask you about it. You sounded distressed.’

‘I… I mean, yeah, I am. You don’t have to worry about that though.’

‘I know I don’t. I just am. They sounded… Cruel, the way you described them’ Miguel noted as he rubbed at your ankle. You gave a sad grunt of a laugh.

‘Mm. Cruel, I guess it- I used to hate when people said that, because it made me… It made me feel stupid, I guess, for downplaying things that they apparently so easily spotted as unfair or bad or toxic.’

‘If they were- controlling you, I fail to see how it was your fault’ he noted. ‘You clearly didn’t like it, but, it sounds like you had no other choice.’

‘Mm. You’re very astute for a fish.’

He snorted a laugh, his lip tilting at the corner. ‘Mm. I’m human too, you know. I understand loneliness. I understand it well.’

‘Are there not many others like you?’ you asked curiously.

His hand squeezed the upper part of your leg to test for tenderness and you shivered. He took note. ‘Not really. The ocean is big, there’s a lot of- empty space. Sometimes we travel in packs but… that is, unusual. We only really gather to mate. I usually drift by myself.’

‘Huh, so uh- I guess you do have, what I assume is quite a bit of experience with love then’ you gently teased.

His tilted smile turned sad. ‘Oh, no. I have been… unsuccessful in love. It’s been a long time since I managed to find a mate. A long, long time. I, more or less stopped bothering.’

‘Y—wait, really? You? How?’

He glanced up and you immediately baulked at how overt you’d been. ‘I mean—I—’

‘Are you, implying I’m attractive?’ he asked. You tried to look away but it was so hard, with those big red eyes and those full, rough lips. You swallowed hard.

‘Ah… I mean, objectively, yes. You’re, a very attractive man’ you said, placing desperate emphasis on the word ‘objective’.

His smile had vanished, seemingly out of shock, but it came back as he observed your awkwardness. He didn’t seem used to smiling. ‘Huh. Well, mil gracias. That’s kind of you to say.’

You smiled and turned to silently sitting, and as he continued his work, he intentionally began to get closer.

Behind his calm expression, Miguel was sweating. He was petrified you’d realize that his brushing of your ankle was just a ploy, an excuse, to remain close to your soft little body.

He couldn’t let you see how his eyes lit up when he saw your face. He couldn’t let you see how warm his cold, scaley body felt in your presence.

He’d seen so many humans in his life, and none sparked such excitement in him. You’d fallen down into his world like an angel from heaven, a gift from Poseidon right into his arms, and even though you’d been barely lucid when he held you above the stormy waves he could have sworn you’d seen him.

Your exhausted body had clung to him as he kept you safe. You’d nestled into his chest, your arms around his neck, and you’d whispered. You’d whispered, ‘thank you’. You’d whispered, ‘beautiful’.

He didn’t know if you remembered that. It seemed that you didn’t. Still, part of him was praying you’d remember.

His eyes drifted from your ankle to the cut of your swimsuit where it clung to your skin. He watched your hips shift, your chest heave as you breathed. He felt that soft, primal thud of his heart, and looked away.

‘When you eventually return to the land, what do you think you’ll do?’ Miguel asked, trying to bury his interest in small talk. His torso was now pressed in at your side with your faces turned in opposite directions.

You sighed. ‘I got no idea. No idea. I guess I’ll have to just… figure it out, right? I’ll have to find a new place, try to- get my stuff back I guess. It’s gonna be exhausting but, what else can I do, yanno? It’s just… Whatever. It’s a part of life. Man, I’m not looking forward to tryna figure out dating again.’

‘Do you think, you’ll begin looking for a new mate quickly?’ Miguel asked. His eye turned a little to try and catch your eye.

‘Mate. Huh. As weird as it sounds… I kind of, want to move on’ you mused. ‘I want the, confirmation that it’s over, that I can move on and proof that there’s better out there.’

You didn’t notice the way Miguel’s tail began to whip in the water. His hands drifted up your leg.

‘That’s understandable. Well, don’t worry about that right now. You may stay with me as long as you wish’ he said.

You chuckled. ‘What, are you suggestin—’

You turned, again, and this time you found yourself nose to nose with Miguel.

That single, simple moment hit you like a wave breaking on shore. It was the sudden realization that you felt something. Something tangible. Something, real.

Yearning. A deep, basal yearning in your loins that were pulsing with your blood, one that seemed to palpitate outside your body. It was as if it was physically coiling around you both, like your joint curiosity was manifesting.

You blinked. Miguel’s eyes darted over your face, almost like he was looking for something. You tried to breathe but it caught in your throat, and immediately his eyes widened. He’d found what he was hoping for, praying for.

‘Are you okay?’ he murmured. You dumbly nodded.

‘A-Ahuh…’

‘You, seem… a little, breathless’ he noted. You couldn’t even respond. For a tense minute you were both silent, nose to nose with your lips barely an inch apart. Neither of you would move.

‘Most… people, wouldn’t let me get this close’ he said after a while. He was testing the waters. ‘Even after saving them.’

‘T… They wouldn’t?’

‘No.’

Your chest heaved and brushed his own giant pecs, briefly giving a taste of skin on skin. The way your eyelids fluttered drew him closer. That throbbing in your loins get harder, stronger. His breathing got faster.

‘I can… move back, if you want’ he asked. That simple question was dripping with a million layers of nuance.

‘N… No, it’s fine’ you replied. He swallowed, and you watched his adams apple jolt. When he spoke again you felt it hit your face.

‘Is it, just, fine?’ he asked. His deep voice had dipped.

Your whole body shuddered.

‘You will have heard rumours, I’m sure’ he said softly. ‘About, dangerous fish men. Otherworldly merpeople, come to the shore to grab innocent people who they drag away for- unsavoury purposes.’

As he spoke you peered around his shoulder, watching the way his tail flicked. It hit you how huge he was in that moment. With his tail he was nearly twice the size of your body. Your eyes rolled back with a soft pant, and the first thing you saw was the fangs glinting behind his parted lips.

‘Those poor people. What they always fail to mention, is that they all come willingly.’ His voice had dipped to a whisper, and it was making you tremble. He could almost smell the need in you.

‘These poor, unwanted people, whose shoulders grow heavy from the weight of the world, they yearn for the sea. It is, weightless. It is, free. Erotic.’

As he spoke your body slid down the slimy rocks into the warm pool, and just as he’d described, you began to float. Your body lost all tension as he helped hold you up beneath the gently lapping water.

‘But it is…. Lonely. The ocean is vast, and it is empty, and it is cold. And some of us… Can’t help but yearn for the warmth of your people. Your, hot blood, your little bodies. The warmth of your, lost, and weary, who would maybe understand us.’

His breath hit your ear, and you felt it in him too. That same loneliness. That same yearning.

‘I have not touched another soul in a long time’ he whispered. ‘I would be… grateful, to relieve myself, with you. I will happily set you free too.’

‘Please.’

You blurted the word without thinking, and despite the desperation in your voice he seemed to sense that. He didn’t move any closer. He held himself about an inch away, with his lips by your ear and his long, slippery body gently wrapped around your own.

‘Do you wish to taste something different?’ he whispered.

‘Yes’ you panted. The tension inside you was growing painful. ‘Yes, yes.’

‘Do you long for the sea?’ he purred.

‘Yes—’

‘Do you long for me?’

His pelvis sank down and began to rub between your legs. You let out an audible moan, one that echoed in the confines of the cave.

‘Y-Yes, please—please, please’ you repeated. The moment you moaned he gave in.

Miguel leaned in and kissed you hard, smothering your lips with his own. You could taste the salt on his rough, warm skin, and when his tongue slipped out you tasted it there too. He was rough but slow, occasionally opening his eyes a crack to see your response.

Your eager little mewls, your touch starved whines, they fed him. He pushed you up against the rocks with a rough growl.

‘Mm—’

His tongue was warm in your mouth as it explored. As you shyly broached his lips with your own tongue, you felt his fangs, sharp and thick and smooth. You whimpered as he moved in deeper with a second groan.

‘Mmm…. Mm, mm—’

His claws began to roam your body. You felt him start at your hips, his fingers squeezing the unfamiliar flesh, before moving up to your waist and then your chest. His thumb hit your nipple and you squeaked, drawing out another groan from him.

You were breathing on each other, hot and heavy, huffing through the nose as you whined and moaned. Never had you been so sought after, never had anything pet you with such ravenous hands.

You melted in his firm grip, giving in to his strength and his power, until something unexpected jolted you back into the moment. Something slippery, long and hard was probing between your legs and up your belly.

Your eyes shot open mid kiss. Sensing your hesitation Miguel pulled back, allowing you to glance down and see what you’d felt.

Two joint phalli, one on top of the other, both the same pale red as his tail decoration, emerging from the same slit in his pelvis. They were smooth, clean, slightly curved with a rounded tip.

You stared at his offering with curious eyes.

‘Ah… o-oh, I—’

‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t- keep them down’ he murmured. He sounded a little embarrassed, a sight so cute on such a gruff man.

‘No. No, it’s okay. It’s okay.’ You darted your eyes from his face to his shafts as you reassured him. He gave a soft nod as he sensed your interest, and slowly you reached out to touch them.

Your first thought was how wet they were. They were slippery, already dripping with something thick and viscose, almost like Vaseline.

It was oily in your hand as you tried to fist it back and forth. It twitched as you stroked, which you noted with a soft throb of your own, and you caught his eyes rolling. You squeaked when he abrupted bucked into your hand, forcing that thick, slippery cock to slide through your fingers and back again.

‘Ah… sorry, it- I haven’t been stimulated in so long’ he groaned.

‘I-It’s okay, you’re all good’ you said. You gingerly gave him a few more strokes, using both hands to rub both shafts. You watched his tail thrash in response, his back arching and rolling to rock them deeper. His gruff little moans were so sweet.

‘Ah- please, m—mm- may I have you?’ he pleaded.

You faltered only for a moment. It wasn't usually like you to be this impulsive, but you wanted this. You wanted him. You wanted freedom.

You nodded and slowly slipped down, presenting your body to him to guide. He took it.

You lay back and let him strip your swimsuit aside. You felt his fingers as they slipped beneath the wet fabric, as they brushed your skin for the first time. You felt them ghosting over your inner thigh, just barely stroking your pussy lips as he pushed the suit to the side.

You tensed and gasped; it was enough to give you goosebumps. He spread you wide without shame.

You watched Miguel’s eyes roaming. He notes the hairs on your arms standing up, the feel of raised skin as he stroked them, the sight of your chest heaving as your breath came a little faster. He could see your nipples harden beneath the suit.

Most of all, though, he stared at your perfectly framed cunt beneath the shifting water. He used his thumb to curiously spread you, noting the folds beading with slick.

Beneath the water his joint phalli twitched in unison. You hadn’t noticed, but his eyes had begun to glow a bright neon red. He wanted to plunder whatever sweet pearl was inside.

‘You will… need to be, careful’ he panted. You stayed still as he grabbed your ankles, tenderly pushing them in until your knees folded and your back bent, creating a perfect mating press. You shuddered as his smooth body settled in on top of you. You felt his cock poking at your naked pussy for the first time.

‘I will have to… manoeuvre them, a little, so I don’t try to penetrate you with both. That would be- painful. I will use one to stimulate you instead, is that… okay?’

‘Yeah. Y-Yeah, that’s okay.’

‘Good. Okay… Just hold onto me’ he purred. His hand tenderly slid down and around to cup your lower back while the other gripped the rock by your head for support. You felt his thumb stroking your spine. So soft, yet so rough.

You dug your nails into his back, and you let him slip in.

His cock went in smoothly, with little to no resistance, but that didn’t change how much space it took up. They were both huge.

It slid up like a snake, guided by that strange, slippery lubricant coating the silky skin, until it could go no further. You were now fully penetrated, your belly bulging and your clit smeared by his second little twitching shaft. You squirmed a little to adjust.

Fuck, it ached. It felt good, but it was really splitting you in half. You’d never been stretched like this, ever, not even close.

‘F-Fuck- ah, that’s, big—’ you winced.

‘That- that’s it… I’ve got you… You're mine now’ Miguel groaned.

Fuck, you here his, and you were tight. Your skin felt good on his scales. Soft, malleable flesh, a cute squeezable body, perfectly impaled. He flexed and twitched his cock to feel it nuzzle your insides, imprinting it with little smears of precum. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to stamp the feeling of your cunt muscles clenching and quivering around him on the inside of his brain.

Bit by bit, he began to move.

‘A-Ah—’

In the water you could feel his skin as it slid across you, moist and slick like wet silk, moving with a dexterity and flexibility that no human could have. It made you shudder. Your brain knew that it felt wrong, but the pleasurable tightness in your gut told you that you didn’t care.

You dug your nails into his back and relied on his own huge hands to keep you steady.

‘Uhn—uhn— uhn—’

His soft grunts echoed above you as he nestled into your neck.

‘That’s it… That’s it. Ah- you are, so, soft…’

Your legs shook a little as he drew back and forth, his two long shafts shifting in tandem. You felt the longer rod easily filling you before slipping out.

Bit by bit the initial ache in your core started to subside. You began to relax. The pain numbed into a soft, smooth, pleasurable motion, and you began to moan.

You lost track of time in that private space, as you indulged your most perverse needs. You were lulled by pleasure. The slow rhythm of his pulsing, the gentle stimulating rubbing on your clit, the wetness and the warmth, it was like a dream.

You wanted this. You wanted to be wanted. In that moment, as he nestled your cheek and whined for more, whispering how good you felt in your ear, you forgot your asshole ex. You forgot everyone.

Part of you would have liked to be caught. You quivered at the thought. To be found like this, utterly impaled by this beautiful ethereal creature. It excited you.

You only noticed that any time had even passed when a salty wave hit your cheek. Wait, was the water, rising?

You didn’t get a chance to think about it. You were lost in the moment, your head dizzy from the sensations overstimulating every single one of your senses. The cave echoed with the slapping of water, the rhythmic pounding of flesh as he fucked you. His grunts were rough, tinged with some deep inhuman clicking sound that was almost like purring.

The sound of your taboo little fling filled the cave until you drowned in it.

The water kept rising. It was breaking, lapping, streaming in to lap over your conjoined bodies. It almost seemed to be mimicking Miguel’s own feelings; the peaking, the brewing tension in his gut as he wallowed in pleasure.

He started to get faster.

‘Miguel--!’

You tried to cry out but he fucked the words from your mouth. His claws raked your skin as his abdomen thrashed and humped you into submission.

‘Uhn- uhn- uhn—uhn- uhn-'

‘Mi—a-ah—mi—Mig—’

Wave after wave swept in, until eventually, you were covered.

With a sudden gasp you went under.

In the frantic thralls of mating Miguel didn’t seem to notice. You watched bubbles rise to the surface as you gasped and moaned, sounds that were utterly muffled by the deep. A pressure covered your mouth and nose until you were utterly unable to breath, a pressure that matched the pressure on your insides. You could focus on nothing now but that wet slap, the pounding of flesh going in and out of your guts, the passionate thrashing of his tail as he fucked you raw.

It was too much. Right as you started to get lightheaded, you orgasmed, your whole body spasming and straining around his cocks.

The feel of you clenching thankfully managed to snap him from his trance. Miguel drew his head from your neck to find your eyes rolling backward, and in a panic he lent forward and kissed you. His lips were full and smooth, easily drawing back and forth against your own, and as his tongue snaked down into your throat you felt the last cusp of your conscious mind pleading for more.

But then you gasped, and you were not met with a mouthful of sea water this time. Miguel withdrew his lips from yours and with it he blew a small air bubble across your mouth, allowing you to breathe.

You realized that water had filled the cave so high that you were both now suspended, your body clasped in his hands to stop it drifting away. You could see all of him. His long tail snaking, his thick fleshy shafts between your spread legs, his broad beautiful human torso above you. You saw it all.

You panted hard as your eyes met. You were still impaled on his cock, with his strong arms and muscular tail holding you beneath the water. He panted back, bubbles flying from his lips. As soon as he confirmed that you were, in fact, breathing, he grunted, and to your surprise pulled himself out.

You watched the bulge in your belly slip out as his cock exited your hole.

For a moment you were distraught, sure that you’d done something wrong, but it was only for a moment. He immediately pulled you close and entered you again, though this time he entered you twice. One cock slipped its oily girth into your cunt while the other slid up into your anus, filling you to absolute completion.

He groaned, hard, and immediately started to rut you again. He wouldn’t allow you to be hurt, but by god, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He was on the cusp of euphoria.

‘A-Ah—fuck--!’

Your moans were no longer muffled as he started to fuck you again. Your screams just kept him going. The sweet siren call of your own pleasure, your own need. It drove him to seek it, drove him to arch his tail and buck his hips for more.

He grabbed your wrist with one of his hands and pulled you in close, smoothly wrapping himself around you until you were bound by his body. It looked almost sweet, like you were ballroom dancing, but it was anything but.

He was using every muscle he had to push against your weightless state, working against gravity to fuck you all the same. You clung to him as he squeezed the life back into you.

‘Ah… Miguel—!’

His entire, massive slender form was thrashing and humping to get deeper, closer, harder, almost crushing you in response. You just kept begging, screaming.

His tail whipped ferociously. His grunts were forming bubbles in the deep, little manifestations of his primal urge. He thrust, and he thrust, and he thrust, and he ravaged your creamy little cunt with each one. He forced your legs a little further apart with his slippery body. He pushed in deeper.

And then, with a guttural, wordless groan, he climaxed.

You let him cum inside you. You let those long, slippery shafts pulse and pump, creaming you into a whimpering mess, stuffing you up until it was all you could feel. The warmth, the grip, his body and flesh merged with your own. You took all he had to offer between your legs.

‘A-ah… ah….’

In the comedown you found yourself floating. The cave was completely filled with water, something that seemed impossible.

Miguel grunted and gently swam you both to the surface, to a tiny pocket of air left at the top of the cave. As you surfaced your little air bubble popped and you gasped. There you stayed, floating weightless in his arms as he held you to his chest, allowing you to relax. You were sore, and bruised, but it was so, so worth it.

‘Are—are you okay?’

Miguel’s voice jolted you from a sleep you hadn’t even noticed yourself falling into. ‘Y… Yeah, ah—very, very good’ you panted.

He let your head fall back so you could meet his gaze, but he kept his shafts inside you, and he kept his arms and tail around you too. He kept you close.

‘Come with me.’

His eyes were eerie in the dark water. They glowed so brightly, like an anglerfish’s lure, a deep and passionate red that danced across your skin.

‘Let me take you deeper’ he whispered. ‘Let me- adore you.’

‘C…. C-Can I, do that?’ you stammered.

His eyes were so soft in the dark. He leaned in and kissed the corner of your lips.

‘If you wish it’ he whispered again. ‘You can leave your life behind. I’ll take you away. I’ll take you somewhere beautiful, somewhere quiet and calm, somewhere they won’t bother you anymore. A world untouched by any man.’

‘I… what if I change my mind?’

Miguel blinked. Did he look, hurt? It was hard to say. He raised his dripping hand to his lips and blew another bubble, which he tenderly held out to your face.

‘It’s an offer to come with me. To be free. I offer you my breath, that’s all. But you can have the rest, too. You can have the rest of me, if you let me have you.’

Your heart skipped a beat beneath his glowering gaze. To your surprise, it was an easy answer.

‘Yes.’

Miguel purred. He popped the little air bubble and instead kissed your lips, creating a new one over your mouth as he simultaneously sank you back into the depths.

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Other Worldly

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait.", they spoke softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hated the transition of your legs returning.

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

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

Next was the hard part.

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

It hurt.

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

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

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

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

The next day was a little odd.

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

It confused you.

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

It was simple.

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

What better way to do it other than talking?

Food.

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

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

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

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

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

So he tried a different tactic.

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

And then it happened.

It was exactly what he was waiting for.

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

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

"Here in the garden

Let's play a game

I'll show you how it's done

Here in the garden

Stand very still

This will be so much fun"

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

"And then she smiled

That's what I'm after

A smile in her eyes

The sound of her laughter

Happy to listen

Happy to play

Happily watching her drift away"

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

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

People who don't care about you

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

See that no one's there

Everyone's gone on with out you.."

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

"And aren't I the fool to have

Happily listened

Happy to stay

Happy to watch her drift

Drift

Drift...away."

They finished their song and sighed, wearing a frown.

Something Alastor couldn't just stand by for.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His smile grew wider once they made eye contact.

"Let's make a deal~"

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

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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xitsensunmoon · 10 months

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He likes to eat glowy things

#merfolk au #mermaid au #mer eclipse #fnaf eclipse #eclipse fnaf #subnautica au #eclipse #eclipse x y/n #eclipse x reader #my art #proportions suck here but idc tbh

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christall77 · 11 months

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~❦Caught Feelings❦~

Merman x F!Reader

This is actually my first time writing about falling in love and stuff, so I hope I did good!

The art used doesn't belong to me, but to it's rightful owner @weyowang!

TW: ENTANGLEMENT OF MARINE LIFE, other than that it's pure fluff!

Another fish is wrapped up by a loose fishing line, it was the fifth one today Tullius has come across on his way close to the shore. The lone merman wastes no time and swims over to help the poor puffer fish in need. His long, strong, pale tail pushing him through the water with no effort.

Reaching for the puffed up creature he carefully untangles the thin line from its spikes and removes the hook puncturing it's pectoral fin. Luckily the brown and white spotted fish isn't badly hurt and manages to swim off just fine, deflating in the process. That has become an almost daily routine for the male. Everyday Tullius would swim to the beach located not far away from his shipwreck he calls home and collect various trinkets he found. Helping other sea life on the way if he sees them in trouble.

Tullius himself hasn't been safe from the trash and other gadgets humans have lost, or thrown out to sea. Having the scars and even part of a worn out net wrapped around his tail to prove it. The material dirty and grown with algea and tiny barnacles. It's also one of his reminders why he was shunned and eventually exiled from his previous home. Trying to get it off with the help from others when he couldn't do it alone, only for them to end up chasing him away.

Anything and everything human related is frowned upon in his folk. As more people came to visit the beaches, mermaids and mermen were forbidden to come anywhere close to the surface, by order of their king.

But despite knowing how bad it is for his home which he calls the ocean, he can't help but still be curious and fascinated by humans and their strange knick knacks. There's a whole wooden shelf in the downed ship full of things he's collected. One new strange, or in his eyes, beautiful object found throughout his trips is added daily. The merman doesn't even know where to stock the rest of them he'll find in the future!

Tullius has come to like it out here by himself. It's not like he was well liked before either. Tullius was seen as an outsider already by not having a vibrant color of a tale, or beautiful fins like the others.

Of course he has kept safe distances from the shore to make sure he wouldn't be spotted, but lately he can't stop himself from peeking out of the water every so often. Swimming closer day by day, just to get another glimpse of something. Or more like, someone.

Tullius has seen humans before, but when he first saw you he couldn't take his midnight blue eyes away from your figure walking along the beach. Cradling and comforting a seagull you've rescued from drowning. From this day on he couldn't stop himself from visiting, just to hope to get another glimpse of you from behind a few rocks. His organ in his chest beating faster and a warm giddy feeling spreading throughout Tullius' body. At first he confused the feeling with sickness, or the tiny fish he had for breakfast, swimming around in his belly. But then he remembered, food that's been chewed and eaten can't swim anymore.

The male came to realize, this strange feeling returns whenever he's watching you from the distance, but it's not uncomfortable. No. He likes it. A lot. And it grew as time passed, the longer he watched the more enamored he became.

Tullius desperately wants to get closer to you but, what would you think of him? Would you like him back? Or would you look at him with disgust like his own kind? He sure hopes it's not the latter.

Another dreamy sigh leaves his lips as Tullius rests his head in both of his palms, half of his body leaning on top of the rocky surface on his usual watch spot. White tail lazily swinging back and forth in the blue ocean waters. Admiring your (body type) figure doing small dances while you keep singing to your favorite song that's playing through your earphones. Hardly anyone comes to this part of the beach since it's so secluded and luckily for the merman, you've decided to live in a small hut close by! It just happened recently but he couldn't have been more excited, especially since he gets to see you everyday now.

With a soft smile Tullius listens to your lovely voice, his wine colored ear fins twitching occasionally. No matter how good or terrible your singing is to you, he thinks it's the most beautiful sound in the world. The white haired male would love to sing with you, if he could.

Tullius snaps out from his thoughts when he heard a loud "oof" and thud in the sand. It seems you've stumbled over yourself and landed almost face first into the warm sand, for a second he was worried you might've hurt yourself only to make a quiet noise of relief when you get up unharmed. Immediately ducking behind the rock for cover when you take a look around to make sure no one has seen that clumsy act.

His heart beats against his ripcage hoping you didn't notice him watching, taking a quick peek over again Tullius lets out a small sad grumble when you make your way back into your hut and out of his sight. Yes, he does want to get to know you, but he always just gets too nervous for his own good.

But he told himself to finally approach you, the merman just has no idea how. So he ends up swimming around in circles in deep thought. The sound of panicked splashing suddenly makes him look over to the beach where a poor sea turtle is trying to get into the water. Half of its shell wrapped up tightly in a net which is holding the animal just barely away from the incoming waves. Tullius swims over quickly, looking left and right for any sign of another human around.

The male crawls onto shore and drags himself over, his arms lifting his upper body up from the heated sand, the small ocean waves now just barely reaching his white finned tail. Tullius, like others of his kind can breathe in air just fine, but he still has to hurry before his gills and other fishy half dries out in the hot sun. The animal notices the merman closing in and continues to struggle, sand flying in the air and some landing in his messy locks in the process from its flippers.

As Tullius tries to comfort the turtle his scaled hands grasp onto the net and he tries to pull it away, with no luck. It looks to be wrapped around to tightly, almost suffocatingly for one to just pull it off. And slowly but surely he feels himself get dryer. The tides also seem to go against him as well when he notices the water drawing back and further away from them. His eyes start loosing focus and Tullius can feel himself growing weaker and dizzy, until he collapses onto the sand beside the other sea creature.

In his barely awake state, he notices something approaching in the distance, but he's to weak to react or make a noise that would alert the stranger. They come to a short halt and seem to call out to him, whatever it is they're saying rings through his head in a blur. His lack of response makes them hurry over until they finally reached him. Tullius barely feels his hands being lifted and freed from the net, before being held up and brought to who knows where.

Until he feels himself being submerged into the familiar salty water, he splashes for a short moment before calming down and letting himself float to the surface with relief. Dry skin regaining its needed moisture.

Then his deep blue eyes meet your wide surprised (e/c) ones and he yelps, submerging himself in the shallow water to hide.

“Wait!”, That sweet voice of yours calls out to him and he slowly rises his head to the surface until just the top of his head and eyes are poking out from the water. You try to appear as nonthreatening as possible. Throwing the small knife away which you've used to cut through the seams of the net to free both the sea turtle and merman. With a quick glance down Tullius also discovers the lack of a familiar old net wrapped tightly around him now gone.

Keeping a safe distance and speaking in a calm voice as you show you're empty handed now. “It's OK... I'm not going to harm you. See? I also freed your friend if you're wondering.”

Tullius meanwhile almost can't believe his own eyes, the human girl he's been fawning over for who knows how long has saved him. And she's not afraid of him! He keeps staring at you with big sparkling eyes, ear fins twitching happily. “Can you talk?”, the merman tilts his head once he snaps out of his small daze and shakes his head lightly, small waves rippling around his head. While the male has learned and understands human language, he can't answer. Only communicating with clicks and other noises merfolk would use.

“Ah that would've been cool. I can't believe I'm actually meeting a real mermaid! Uhh merman..?” you let out a small chuckle at the end and look at him with big amazed eyes, not believing that a supposed mythical creature is right in front of you. “My name is (y/n) it's very nice to meet you!”

Tullius let's out a few clicks in return, introducing himself despite knowing you won't understand him either way.

The two of you spend a little more time together, the merman still mostly submerged while you've sat down onto the sand with your feet dipped into the shallow waves. Having what feels like more of a one sided conversation since he can't really talk back. But nonetheless, you still understood the small gestures he would make.

Only when the sun slowly starts to set did both of you notice how late it actually is. Standing up you give the merman a small wave, “It was really nice meeting you, Mr. Merman. I hope we can see each other again some time.”

Tullius perks up at the suggestion that you want to meet him again. Tilting his head slightly to the side he makes a small squeaky sound, wanting to know when that time will be and where you're going. Of course you didn't understand him and assumed he was saying his own goodbye, you give him a sweet smile before returning back to your hut.

The male watching your form getting smaller with his ear fins cast down and a pout forming on his lips. How he wished he could follow after you just to spend more time with you. Oh wait. He can.

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It's around ten at night when all of a sudden you hear something entering your small wooden hut. As if something heavy got knocked over. You left your window open to let the small ocean breeze in, and you never expected someone to actually break in. After all, you're basically alone on this part of the island. You made sure when you rented this hut for your summer holiday. Wanting nothing more but to relax and enjoy the beach without having other people there.

But when you sneaked out of your small kitchen with a frying pan in both hands, just in case, you find that merman you've met earlier today, laying face first on the wooden floor. Lowering your weapon you let out a surprised gasp “You? What are you doing here?”, at the sound of your voice he quickly looks up from the floor with big eyes, a happy purr rumbling through his chest as he sits up to the best of his ability. Seemingly proud that he has found you and entered on his own. Because it was definitely not that easy.

Now that he's out of the water you can finally admire the merman more closely. He seems to be your age, soft looking fair skin with small various shaped scars littering over his entire lean and slender body. Clawed hands littered with wine red fish scales spreading from the back of his hands leading up to his forearms and fading in color until they reach up his elbows, where on each a triangular fin with the same color is situated. Three slits on each side of his neck now visible which you guess are his gills are closed shut to instead breath in the air instead of filtering the oxygen through water.

One long dorsal fin, also colored wine red, travels from the back of his neck down and along his spine to the middle of his white tail where another triangular shaped one connects wandering down right to the end. Two extra pairs on the sides of his hips and the other one further down his tail. They all look like they've either got cut or teared on the edges and you wonder if it's as painful as it looks.

Your (e/c) eyes travel back up to his head where a mop of messy wet white hair just barely covers those beautiful dark blue eyes that seem to glow in the darker corner of your room. The merman crawls closer, making your form stiffen up slightly but you do not dare to make a sudden move.

Once he's just a few feet away from you, Tullius opens his fist he's been kept closed the entire time and reveals a (favorite color) star snail sea shell, holding it towards you. “For me?” The male nods with a chirp avoiding his gaze but glancing back at you to watch your reaction. You carefully take it from him, putting the pan away and look at it with awe exclaiming that you love his gift.

Tullius' tail slaps against the floor in delight, a sharp toothed grin and small blush spreading across his cheeks, seeing that you like his courting gift.

And this is how it would go on for a few weeks. The merman slipping into your home in the middle of the night and bringing you gifts, all the while hanging around with you so long until he has to go into the ocean again. While at day time you'll see him peaking out from the waves waiting for you to come visit him.

You came to know his name after you showed him how to write, being amazed what a quick learner your new merfriend is. The both of you bonded quickly and you would end up spending most of the time with Tullius and getting to learn more about him, as he does about you. Even sharing his collection with you and receiving some as well he's never seen before.

Eventually you come to feel a certain way for the merman, and you were hoping that he would feel the same.

Little did you know, you've already captured his heart way before you even knew him.

But the day where you have to fly back to your home from your vacation came quicker than you could count, and it made you sad about leaving Tullius for who knows how long. You have to tell him how you feel before you're gone from this island. So as per usual the first thing you do this morning, is walking out to the beach looking for the merman. And there he was, waiting for you at his usual spot by the small wooden pier leading to your hut.

Smiling he waves at you and does a few happy flips before climbing up the structure and leaping on top of you for a tight hug making you fall onto the wooden surface. Your clothes getting wet in the process but you don't mind and giggle as he purrs and nuzzles up against you.

Tullius has become more affectionate and clingy the closer you two became, but not in an overbearing or annoying way which you admit you find pretty cute.

As the two of you spend the time together, Tullius still having his arms wrapped around you chin resting on your shoulder while playing with your hair, you reveal to him about your vacation time and you ending up leaving this island. His reaction of course as you imagined makes your chest feel heavy. The merman is now pulling you tightly against him, his ear fins pulled down and whimpering softly, pleading for you to stay with him.

While Tullius understood that you had to go, it was very hard for him to accept it. After all, he just got closer to you and now you have to leave! He's worried you'll leave him forever.

“I know... I'll miss you too... ” Tullius rests his forehead against yours at your words clicking in response. And as a final goodbye he gently cups your cheeks slowly leaning in until his soft wet lips meet yours in a sweet kiss, surprising you but returning it with as much love as he's pouring into the gesture. A promise to him that you will definitely come back and visit him.

He pulls away with reddened cheeks and loving smile, loosening his hold and preparing to go back into the ocean waters. Neither of you wanted to leave but it would make it harder to say goodbye. And before he finally leaves, Tullius gives you one last look back and finally manages to form his usual noises into five simple words that fills your heart with warmth and will stay with you until the time comes that the both of you will meet again.

“I... love... you... forever...(y/n).”

#x reader #mythical beings #reader insert #female reader #merfolk #merman #fluff #merman x reader #y/n #monster x y/n #monster x reader

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rollinouttahere-writes · 11 months

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WAIT WAIT Hear me out , what if Platonic Yandere! Strawhats ... As Mermaids/Mermans with Human!Y/n ?

Let's say people that Strawhats meeted either hated them or tried to kill them until they got into fish trap and Y/n sees that Strawhats are quite injured and can't get out so Y/n helps them then runs away because they are hella scared?

I hope this is good! I kinda rushed it so I could have it done before the end of the month.

(Don't) Face Your Fears

Yandere Merfolk Straw Hats x GN!Reader

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Deep breathes, you remind yourself. Deep breathes.

It was taking everything you had not to turn tail and run, but you stood your ground. You need to face this. You won’t be able to grow if you don’t. Waves crashed onto the shore ahead of you, the noise not allowing you to forget for a second where you were. The salty and fishy scent in the air was also a strong reminder.

You’re not even sure where this fear came from. You can’t recall some traumatic memory revolving around the ocean, you just hated it. The mystery of what hellish creatures lurked beneath the surface, the mere idea of being lost at sea, drowning, it all terrified you.

All your life you’ve done your best to avoid the ocean despite living so close to it, but now you are trying to face it. You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life trapped by your own fears. What if you want to leave this island one day but can’t bring yourself to do so because you’re too scared to get on the boat?

You’ve made some progress, a lot really. Being able to stand on the beach like this was something you couldn’t have done a month ago. Tonight, though, you were going to take this a step forward. You hated doing this at night, but you were too embarrassed about your fear to risk people seeing you potentially freaking out over some water.

Your bare feet dug into the sand as you tried to will yourself to relax and step towards the water. It’s fine. Everything is going to be fine. You’re just going to wade ankle deep in the water and then call it a night. That’s it.

Ignoring the pounding of your heart and the sweat starting to form, you take the necessary steps, bringing yourself onto the wet part of the sand. You cringed at the sensation, not enjoying it even a little bit.

You stood there and waited for the tide to come back in, forcing yourself to stand still. Finally, dreadfully, a wave comes in and laps at your feet. Your first gut response involves dry heaving and wanting to run away, but you endure. It’s barely touched you, you need to tough it out.

Despite every nerve of your body violently disagreeing with this idea of yours, you take another step forward. More water rushes over your feet. It’s cold, but not freezing. It almost feels nice in contrast to the humid summer air.

Now, you decide to wait here and adjust, forcing your breathing to even out again. As the minutes tick by, you find yourself not minding it as much as you initially did. If you closed your eyes, you could almost pretend you were simply soaking your feet in the river by your home. Maybe you’ll be able to enjoy this? Maybe.

Shockingly, you found yourself walking through the water. Not deeper into it, simply staying at the same depth and wading along the shore. The silence was peaceful, and you found that your previously thundering heartbeat was slowing to a more normal rate. Against all odds and expectations, you couldn’t help but smile slightly. This was incredible progress for you, and you were proud of yourself.

The atmosphere changes as you hear something in the distance. Splashing, and a lot of it. It sounded too loud to just be a fish. Was it a person? Was someone drowning? You ran towards the source of the noise. As you got closer, you could hear yelling over all the splashing, too. It sounded like several people. What the hell was happening?

“Hello? Is everyone alright?” You called out, trying to get a feel for what was going on before you got there.

The splashes stopped, but you did get a response, “Hello? Who’s there?” The voice sounded feminine and distressed. Scared even.

You were getting close enough to be able to start to make out the people. There were a lot of them, at least five, but they were moving around too much to be able to count clearly. All of them were caught in a net.

“I’m (y/n). I was going for a walk when I heard you guys, and I wanted to see if you needed help,” which they most certainly did. How did that many people manage to get caught in a fishing net like this?

“We do! Can you cut this net open?” A different voice piped up, this one sounding like a young boy.

You could do that, there was a knife strapped to your belt that you kept there both for functionality and self defense. There was a problem though. They were deeper into the water than you were. If you went out to them, you would be waist deep. Much farther than you were prepared to go so soon.

Your hesitance didn’t go unnoticed. “Please! We need to get out of this! Some of my friends are hurt and we can’t treat them while we’re all stuck like this!” The same voice from before desperately pleaded.

Nausea rumbled deep in your stomach, but not just from the ocean this time. You couldn’t just leave a bunch of people to die because you were scared of a little water. Okay, a lot of water, but you won’t even have to swim. It’s going to be okay. You can do this. You will do this.

Forcing yourself to take deep breaths, you march forward. Miraculously, the rising water doesn’t crumble your resolve. You don’t look down at the water, purposefully focusing on the net ahead of you. You need to get them freed, and you need to do it now before you can have a chance to chicken out.

Unbuckling the holster for your knife, you unsheath it and get to work trying to cut through the thick rope of the fishing net. There was a lot of resistance, but you didn’t give up. The segment you were sawing your knife through snapped and you immediately moved on to the next one, vying to get a big enough opening for them to squeeze through.

There were loud cheers from a few of them as the net came undone enough for them to get out. They wasted no time and all headed for the opening to slip through. You held it open for them, wanting them to get out as quickly as possible.

The first one escapes, and that’s when you feel it. Something large and slimy brushes against your exposed legs. What? That was just a big fish, right? Maybe even an errant piece of seaweed. As the rest of the group filed out, you felt the same sensation on your legs each time.

These… These people were human… Right?

Chills were running down your spine as you questioned what exactly you were dealing with here. Before you could back away or ask questions, one of them approached you. He didn’t just come up to you, no. He full on threw himself out of the water and wrapped his arms around your torso.

“Thank you for saving us! We don’t get a lot of help from humans most of the time, so I’m really happy that one as nice as you came to our rescue!” This was the same boy that had spoken to you moments before to beg for help. He smiled widely at you, and the moonlight reflecting off the water was enough for you to be able to make out his too sharp teeth. As well as the fins on the sides of his head where ears should be.

Oh my God. Merfolk. This is a merman and you’re surrounded by more of them. Every rumor you’ve heard about them comes to mind instantly in one big violent pang. That they love nothing more than to drag any poor unsuspecting human they come across out into the ocean to drown them. That they would eat you after you died. That they could curse humans into becoming like them.

No. No no no nO NO NO!

With a scream, you shove the merman off of you and make a break for the shore. You get there faster than you thought humanly possible and kept running, not looking back. Fuck this. Fuck them. Fuck the ocean. Fuck everything you’re never going near the ocean ever again for as long as you live!

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The merfolk could only sit in the shallow water and stare at your rapidly retreating and screaming form.

“I suppose they didn’t know we were merfolk when they helped us,” Robin mused.

“I like them,” Luffy was positively beaming despite being thrown off you seconds before. He’d crawled closer to the shore to watch you leave, his tail loudly splashing in the water behind him.

“Of course you do, you like everyone that looks at you twice,” Zoro scoffed, waving a webbed hand dismissively. He winced when the action strained one of his injuries, causing Chopper to snap at him to hold still.

“No, I really like them! I want to see them again! I bet that if we talk for a bit, they’ll come around,” Luffy nodded resolutely, already imagining what he’s going to say next time he sees you.

“How are you going to do that? I doubt that they’re going to go anywhere near the ocean for a long time,” Nami pointed out.

This gave Luffy pause, but only for a brief moment. His eyes lit up as an idea struck him, “There’s a river that goes through this island, right? I can use that to try and see them again. Maybe we’ll get lucky and they live along it!”

“At least let one of us come with you, you have no tact throwing yourself at them like you did,” Sanji could tell that this would take a certain level of finesse that their captain absolutely did not have. No doubt he would up and drag you into the water with him if you were close enough to do so.

“You’re only saying that because you want to see them again, too,” Zoro splashed water in Sanji’s direction, extinguishing the cigarette he finally had a chance to enjoy. Naturally, this caused a fight between the two to break out, with Sanji slapping Zoro with his tail while Chopper was yelling at both of them to cut it out.

Luffy didn’t pay them any mind. While your form may have vanished from sight, he could still follow your scent. Even if you weren’t right next to the riverbed, he wasn’t opposed to dragging himself across land to get to you. Now that he had your scent, there’s nowhere on this small island you could hide to stay away from him.

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silent-browser · 11 months

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*sigh* oh the tragic romance of a merfolk x human story. Neither can be with the other without giving up something important. Usually fins for legs. Also usually their entire family to simply love and exist with this person in a different biosphere. Rarely legs for fins if we wanna go a reverse little mermaid here.

But what if it was different. And no one had to give everything up. And maybe yandere. With a bit of soulmate shenanigans thrown in for flavor.

Imagine if you will, a walk on an empty beach. Headphones in, listening to your favorite song and sining along. Kicking up sand and the smell of the ocean air. Just minding your own business and having a good time by yourself.

Or so you think. Because not far from where you are walking a single quiet audience member hides behind some rocks, wondering why your song, your human song, sounds so similar to their soul song.

The song that they would normally perform for other merfolk in hopes of attracting their perfect life partner. But they had never garnered any attention for it.

So how did you, a weak and squishy human get them so immediately. No creature had ever been so close to repeating his own soul song back to him. And with your own little twist too. Human words and slightly different notes in his soul song. Your song. Our song. He soon found himself refering to it in his mind.

It takes a while of them impatiently waiting for your return and slowly learning your 'walks on the beach' schedule for them to finally make their move.

On the day that changed the rest of your life, you were simply walking along and humming softly to your favorite song once again when you heard the most fantastic voice start to follow along the melody with you. They matched your tone and moved their voice in such a way that it felt like an instant musical connection.

They were worried that you would stop and run away when they started but tried not to let that fear taint their song. If you ran further inland they would have a very hard time following you. Not impossible but certainly difficult. So they took your continued humming as a good sign and continued.

They began to dribble their emotions into the notes. The lonelyness. The fear of an uncaring ocean. The rush of affection they felt when they first heard you singing. The need to see you. Hold you.

Slowly, what started out as a dribble became a riptide of intense emotions they never knew they were capable of feeling. Longing. Jealousy. Want and need so powerful he felt like he would wear out his voice singing it all. By the time he stopped he was mortified that he put all of that on you. And before the first courting gift too! He suddenly felt awful. He gutted his soul when he never ment to and you weren't even singing anymore. What if you didn't want them? What if it was all too much for you? What if you left and never came back!?

You were stunned. Breathless. The emotion. The raw intensity. No words were ever sang and yet the song resonated in the very depths of your being. You felt intimidated to ever even think of humming ever again after that impromptu masterpiece. You wanted to respond but couldn't find the words to, much less the notes like they had. So you instead made your way to the shore where the music seemed to come from and searched. Looking for this person who simultaneously swept you off your feet and explained their life story in one song with no words.

Two star crossed lovers. Separated by the sea. One filled with obsession. The other with curiousity. Both wish desperately to meet and yet both are not quite ready. How strange that love can both bind and seperate. How strange indeed.

Idk where to go with this so no continuations for this one unless I suddenly get inspired. Also the end feels really jarring to me. Mostly because I originally intended for this to continue but I couldn't come up with anything so I just cut it lose. I hope you like it none the less.

#soft yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #merfolk #merfolk x reader #yandere merfolk #yandere merman #merman x reader #came up with the idea while listening to shinunoga E-wa #siren bullshittery #siren x reader #male siren x reader #yandere siren x reader #yandere siren #soulmates #but through song #because siren #gn reader #siren switchs between he/him and they/them so often

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thee-horny-thicky · 11 months

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Castaway

This is a snippet of a one-shot I'm working on, featuring merman Gyutaro lusting after a human! The whole thing will be posted on my Ao3 in a few days :)

Poor little human, all alone in the sea. It must be scary, floating adrift with no one to help you.

Lucky for you, you aren’t alone, nor are you without help. Since your sailboat floated into his territory, Gyutaro has gone out of his way to protect you, even against his sister.

“Why are you so interested in her?” Daki huffed as Gyutaro watched you mill about the deck. It’d how he’d begun to spend most of his days, watching you go about yours until you disappeared below the deck as the sunset. “She’s just a human.”

A pretty human, with decent survival skills and a body that’d be perfect to carry his pups.

He grunted but didn’t answer, resulting in his sister going on a spiel about how ‘plain’ and ‘weak’ you were. He ignored her.

He’d been working up the nerve to show himself to you, to initiate the courting process. Among his kind, mermaids, as you would call them, he was among the strongest but not the strongest. He wasn’t at the very top of the food chain, and his unsightly appearance made other potential mates recoil.

As he grew older, the need to breed grew stronger. He occasionally consorted with the others, but his sister was the only permanent member of his shiver.

Perhaps that was why he was so fascinated with you; he could sense that you’d be the perfect mate. Mating with humans, though frowned upon, wasn’t unheard of. There were even some instances of humans transforming into mermaids, which would solve the difference in ability and lifespan.

Benefits of being a ‘mythical’ creature, he supposed.

“Are you ever going to talk to her?” Daki sneered, her voice growing most hostile as Gyutaro continued to ignore her.

“Yes,” he quickly answered, anticipating finally getting to hear your voice up close.

He’s heard you singing and muttering to yourself, and the snippets of your voice that he’s gotten were heavenly.

He couldn’t wait until he heard it moaning his name.

“What if she rejects you?” she inquired, the singsong quality of her tone letting him know that was banking on that.

He shrugged. “Then I just take her.”

It wasn’t the ideal outcome, but he’d do whatever he had to make you his.

A/N: It's out now!

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#demon slayer #gyutaro #yandere #yandere gyutaro #gyutaro x you #gyutaro x reader #Gyutaro #Daki #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kny #merfolk #mermay #mermaid #merman #Gyutaro is so fine #you can fight me on this #because i will stand by it #That's my man fr

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queenie-the-court-jester · 2 months

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where the birds and fish gather

A/n: my silly fish and bird hybrids! Few sexual references but mdni! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK ABOUT ANY OF THEM I'M DESOERATE FOR ASKS- ignore my grammar haha

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- ︶︶︶︶༉‧ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- ︶︶︶︶༉‧

★ sydney the cockatoo

sydney's the most mischievous bastard out of all of them. Your watch is missing? In his nest. Your necklace? His nest aswell. Your hat? He's wearing it. You're never getting it back. He sees something shiny, it's in his little claws. Like all the avian hybrids, his arms are wings and he's covered in feathers. Having a human face with little beak like lips. His legs are bird legs. Black eyes staring at you from his nest in a tree. Be careful where you step after any surprise snow in's. He's probably burying himself in it. 5'4

★ Evangeline the peahen

The elegant, sophisticated, coy, angelic Evangeline. Gabriel's mate but she despises his guts, similar to princess, she much prefers you. Often dragging you to their nest and squabbling with Gabriel when he tried taking you away. She may not be as pretty as he is outside, but she certainly is Inside. Proudly showing off her brown little feathers. 5'6 brown straight hair, black eyes and a little pale

★ gabriel the white peacock

Egotistical bastard. He hates his wife for being so ugly, but he does think you are extraordinarily beautiful. He could definitely envision putting his clutch inside you. He'll figure a way out, don't you worry! An albino peacock male with red eyes, white feathers and extremely pale. 5'7

★ fajarah the ring necked parakeet

she's sydney's little partner in crime, but lately she's mellowed out more. Now preferring to watch the koi mers swim around and munch on some chips she stole from the main house. Tilting her head curiously at something she finds interesting. Bright green feathers and hair, black eyes and tan skin. 5'2

★ foolish the owl finch

often seen in the fields with the cows and bulls, he's quiet and prefers to watch. Hopping around quickly and pecking things that catch his eye. There's not much to say about him since he keeps to himself alot, but he does seem to like the biscuits you bring for him.

★ simon the tyto alba

Simon is deaf and mute, having been found wandering around the farm as a little chick. Now the farmers are looking for any way to help him with his hearing long term, but he seems to have adjusted to looking for any vibrations on the ground. Pale and white hair,black eyes, very pointy beak like lips

★ the koimer quintuplets

There's nothing much different between the quintuplets except their different patterns. Just that tancho is the leader and more mature, Kiko is more curious and childish, Hime is sweet and reserved, tsu is a chatterbox and humble, koromo is loud and nosy

★ mason the "lake monster" (crocodile)

Mason is like an older brother figure for the quintuplets, teaching them Little bits of English and watching you interact with them from the depths of the lake or hidden behind some underwater trees in the lake. You may not always see him, but he's always there. Silently watching. Messy grungy hair, green eyes, and has a light tan. 6'4

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yearningaces · 2 months

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M!mermaid + date for the prompt

Fischer was being surprisingly creative.

The merfolk had been waiting for you in the water on the far side of the small island all day, and when you'd finally arrived he'd jumped from the water, landing back with a splash to get your attention, watching you paddle your kayak out to where he was.

Eventually the orca merfolk got tired of waiting and as soon as you were close enough he dipped below the frozen waves, swimming under your kayak with care so his large tail didn't accidentally tip you into the artic waters. He knew he was comfortable in the cold, you weren't. But what he could do was pop out of the water behind the brightly colored kayak, place both black and white webbed hands along the sides of the kayak, and with a fanged grin he took off, pushing the kayak as well as you with far too much ease, guiding the boat out further and further to sea with intentions that had you fumbling to guess. He'd never been this excited for your company before. But eventually you saw something, as he'd circled around the far side of the snow covered island, there was a small hole in the stone cliff you were being brought to.

You had to duck your head briefly as Fischer slowed his movements for you to do so, more carefully pushing your small kayak into the cave filled with water and-

"How did you find this place?" You question with your breath caught in your throat.

"Do you like it?" He questions in response, holding the kayak in the water so you could get out and walk up onto the solid stone ledge he'd guided you towards.

"Fischer-" Your voice falls flat as you look around, the ceiling, the walls, covered in gemstones of varying colors. It couldn't have been naturally made or man made at that. The sun outside reflected off the water just enough to make the hundreds of crystals shine brightly.

All the while, Fischer leaned his upper body against the rock ledge, watching you with an enamored expression. "I brought firewood here weeks ago, it should still be dry in the corner if you wanna make a fire. I can hunt down something for us to eat and we can have a proper date here if you'd like?"

"yeah... Yeah I'd like that." You respond slowly, seeing how far he'd gone to try and set up somewhere you could have a date together comfortably despite the many differences between the both of you.

How sweet.

#letters of yearning #x reader #gender neutral reader #monster x reader #monster romance #mermaid x reader #monster boyfriend #fischer the merfolk

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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I see your werewolf/bunny fic, and I raise you this:

Yan cat/ fish darling

Is this anything? You rarely see this combo, but I think it could be an interesting creative experience 🫣

This is very old from before I got sick >.< and somehow it ended up being really long, idk even ^_^'

Word Count: 5kish

Cat spirit (Jin) x mermaid reader

W: some violence and wounds, yandere behavior, sfw monster fluff

Jin whistled cheerfully as he looked out over the lovely aquamarine sea from the deck of his massive yacht. Racketeering had been kind to him, blessing him with everything in the world he could ever want; money, toys, status, power, respect. Everything except one thing. He’d never found a mate, never been in love, never had tender feelings towards anyone.

He was surrounded by lady cat spirits, all in adoration of his money and power, clawing over each other to catch his eye, but none of them interested him. He’d have his fun with a few of them here and there, then toss them to the wind, bored and disappointed.

He flicked his fluffy black tail behind him as he took a sip of his martini, savoring the bite of the alcohol on his tongue. On days like this, he couldn’t help but feel lonely. On the deck below him the female cat spirits he’d invited lounged on white chairs, soaking in the sun and showing off their lithe bodies. His eyes drifted over them as if he were looking at a display of watches or some other trinket he didn’t need another of.

“Jin,” one named Cora purred as she smoothed her delicate fingers over his shoulder. She had pretty white ears and a fluffy white tail that any cat spirit would usually go crazy over.

“Why don’t we go inside and have a little one on one time,” she said, “you look bored. I bet I can cheer you up.”

He took another sip of his martini before answering and his pointy ears flattened against his head.

“Go back and join the other girls,” he said flatly.

He wasn’t in the mood to mindlessly shove his cock into someone he wasn’t interested in. Cora was pretty, sure, but he knew all these girls simply wanted to be on the arm of the biggest, most powerful gangster in the country…the Black Cat, as he was most commonly known.

It was all for aesthetics. They never asked him about his real interests or his feelings. They never stayed up late with him on sober nights talking under the moon and stars. They didn’t really care. They were happy to trade their bodies for the status and luxury he could bring them. It was all transactional, like everything else in his life. His guards were loyal because he was the richest and could offer them the most. It was the same for everyone else he employed. He didn’t have any real friends. As a gangster getting too close to the wrong person ended with a bullet in the brain.

“Don’t be that way, Jin,” she persisted, putting herself in his eyeline and thrusting her full bosom forward. The bikini she was wearing hung on for dear life.

“You can’t stand up here and sulk all day,” she pouted.

A low growl rumbled in his chest and glared at her.

“I said go away!” he snarled, his patience quickly evaporating, “unless you think you can swim back to shore from here!”

She blanched and hurried out of his orbit. Everyone knew Jin didn’t like to ask twice. If he had to ask a third time…you were no longer breathing.

Jin watched her go with distaste only for her to be replaced by the first mate of the yacht.

“We’re coming up on an island,” he said, “do you want to stop and let the girls play on the beach?”

He nodded. If they were bothering him, then they were getting bored and for his own peace of mind it was best to keep them occupied.

—

You sat on your favorite rock, on your favorite beach in the area of the ocean you loosely claimed as your territory. Mermaids didn’t own bits of rock like land walkers did, but mostly kept to themselves in whatever area they’d decided to occupy until they found a mate to share it with. The ocean was huge, there was plenty of space and very little competition.

There was a small grotto with a spring that fell over some rocks into the ocean, feeding a tangle of beautiful vines and flowers. You liked to sit there on sunny days and warm your slightly iridescent skin, while combing the tangles out of your hair. The island was perfect, small and so far out to sea no land walkers would bother you.

You sang softly to yourself as you let your pretty purple fin lazily swirl the water below you. There was no reason to think you were in any danger. You certainly had no idea there was a hungry set of bright green eyes focused on you.

Jin had made his way around the island, away from where the cat girls were splashing in the waves, hoping to find some peace and quiet, only to hear soft singing. Curious, he’d followed the noise, crouching in the brush so he could observe where it was coming from. Your voice drenched his senses like the sweetest honey, melting his stress and loneliness away with just a song.

His heart felt full and his eyes prickled with tears as he watched you. You didn’t just sound beautiful, you looked beautiful with purple iridescent skin and a large purple tail bleeding to a wide dark blue fin. Your scales and skin sparkled in the bright sunlight, reflecting a rainbow of colors. You were totally oblivious to his presence as he crept closer, silent on his feet.

His mouth watered as his natural attraction to fish locked onto you.

You didn’t even have time to flinch when he pounced on you, scooping you up in his arms and hauling you screaming back to his yacht. His first mate looked at him in confusion watching Jin clutching you tightly to his chest as you tried desperately to free yourself. You screamed and scratched, but it was no use. The cat spirit was much larger and stronger than you, pinning your arms to your sides easily.

“I caught a fish!” he beamed to his man, proudly carrying you onboard.

Your heart pounded in your chest, sure the cat was planning on fileting you and having you for dinner.

“Be calm, pretty,” he purred at you as he carried you to the master suite of the yacht, after ordering the first mate to inform the captain you were ready to take off.

“Let me go right now!” you howled, but he wasn’t listening.

He flopped you into his rather large bathtub to examine you, avoiding your tail nimbly as you tried to whack him with it. He gingerly reached over you and started the tap, filling the bath with warm water so you wouldn’t dry out. It wasn’t the ocean water you were used to, but it was clean and did the trick.

“What are you going to do to me?” you finally squeaked, once you’d realized there was no escaping the handsome black cat spirit. He gave you a wide smile framed with pointy white canine teeth and his ears perked with interest. His face was beautiful, with a strong, cut jaw and a straight nose. His bright green eyes glinted with satisfaction for his catch.

“I’m taking you home with me, love,” he said, his voice smooth and deep, like a rolling fog, “tell me what you like to eat and I’ll keep your belly full.”

You frowned at him but managed to squeak out that you ate fish, just like he did, only so you could get rid of him. He nodded and grinned at you before disappearing out of the bathroom door. When he was gone you immediately tried to escape, but with no legs you were useless on land and by the time you even scooted your way to the door you only found that it was locked.

Jin returned a few minutes later with a plate of fresh sushi the cook had prepared and frowned down at you.

“There’s no use trying to escape, little one,” he said, setting the plate down on the counter before picking you back up and replacing you in the bath, “I always get what I want.”

You shuddered at the thought.

“What’s your name my sweet little fishie,” he asked, plucking a piece of the raw fish and holding it up to your mouth.

You didn’t want to eat from his fingers, but it seemed you were trapped and it was best to keep your stamina up, so you reluctantly opened your mouth and let him pop the piece in.

“(Y/N),” you muttered after swallowing.

Taking the food from him turned out to be an immediate mistake, because shortly after you swallowed it your vision got hazy and everything faded to black.

—--

You woke up tasting salt water and your eyes popped open, hoping your capture had all been a dream. Looking around you realized you were indeed in ocean water, but not your ocean. You swam around quickly with your strong tail, finding yourself walled in by glass. Someone had built a fake coral reef inside and small, newly developed corals and sea grasses had been planted around it. Peering through the glass you found the tank you were being held captive in was in a large bedroom.

It was very fancy, though as a mermaid, you didn’t have anything to compare it to. You panicked banging on the glass with your small fists, but the glass was very thick and didn’t move an inch under your assault. Looking for another way out you rushed to the surface, finding it opened to a wide catwalk with stairs leading down to the bedroom.

“You’re awake, finally!” the cat spirit purred at you, crouching down to the water to your eye level, “do you like your new home? We can get you whatever you need to make it comfortable.”

“Take me back!” you growled, “I don’t belong in here!”

He chuckled and his tail swished playfully back and forth behind him.

“Yes you do, my little fishie,” he said, grinning and coiling a bit of your hair around a finger, “I caught you and now you’re mine!”

As a last ditch effort to escape, you grabbed his ankle, giving it a firm pull, trying to drag him into the water with you and drown him, but it was all for nothing. His legs were like iron and stood strong against your assault. He just took the opportunity to grab you by your arms and pull you into his.

“Don’t worry, I won't keep you in here all the time,” he said as he carried you down the stairs, “I have baths made for you all around the house so you can be with me and something very special I had built just for you.”

He walked past one of these “special baths”, just large enough that you could fit inside comfortably and wouldn’t dry out and carried you through a beautiful house, done up in white marble. You felt so small in his large warm arms, his heartbeat pounding in your ears as you huddled fearfully against his chest with excitement. Your heart pounded in response. You’d never been this far on land before, it was very frightening.

He went through a pair of double doors and you blinked as bright sunlight blinded you for a moment. You gasped at what was spread out before you, a large swimming pool filled with salt water from the smell of it. There wasn’t just a pool, but many, many beautiful plants nestled in carefully placed rock formations. A waterfall tumbled into the far side of the pool, reminding you of the grotto he took you from. In the water, colorful, fat fish swam around lazily. The bottom was also planted with sea grass, making a soft floor where you could rest.

“I built this just for you,” he beamed down at you in his arms, “do you like it? I didn’t spare a single expense.”

You didn’t know what to say, his voice held so much hope. The grotto was very beautiful, but it wasn’t your home.

“Please take me back,” you begged, “this is wrong, I don’t belong here.”

He frowned at you.

“If you don’t behave I’ll keep you in the small tank,” he growled and you could tell by his tone he meant it. If you wanted to stretch your fin, you’d have to play by his rules.

“Uh…yes…it’s very nice,” you agreed, trying to find the best in the situation.

“Good,” he beamed, “I want you to get comfortable here. This will be your home from now on. You can stay here during the day when you are not with me. Then you will come back to the small tank at night.”

“Um…okay,” you agreed, since there wasn’t much else for you to do. The entire area was framed by tall walls, you had no idea how close to the ocean you even were. It would be pointless to try and flop away on just your fin.

"This is for another day," he informed you, "today I have some business to attend to and you'll keep me company in my office."

Your face fell even further that you wouldn't be able to disappear under the deep water of the pool right away, but there was nothing to be done about it.

He carried you deeper into the house to a room painted in dark hunter green. The furniture was all dark, heavy wood and honestly it was a bit intimidating with the thick brocade curtains pulled. He didn’t take you to the pool he’d built beside his desk right away, instead sitting you on his lap, his strong fingers drifting over your shoulder as he examined you. His nose grazed your neck as he inhaled your scent, fresh and a bit sweet.

“What a pretty little thing you are,” he said, peering at you with his large, green eyes, the color of sea grass in sunlight, “why don’t you sing for me like you did at the beach?”

You didn’t want to sing for him, but you were at his mercy and angering him seemed like a sure fire way to get turned into sushi, so you started humming a soft tune before breaking out into a song you often sang on dark stormy nights when the ocean churned around you.

His eyes drifted shut and he leaned back, gently stroking your hair as the words rolled from your lips.

“Jin! Oh! Here you are!” a high pitched voice interrupted your singing and Jin grunted, annoyed. You stumbled over your last few words, the rest dying in your throat.

“What do you want, Cora?” he snapped as a female cat spirit appeared in the doorway dressed in a tight blue dress that showed off her hourglass figure.

“What is that?” she answered his question with her own.

Jin glared at her and pulled you a bit closer, as if the cat spirit would steal you away.

“She’s my mate,” he said, surprising both you and Cora.

“What?!” you and she exclaimed at the same time.

A big Cheshire cat smile grew on his face as he looked at you thoughtfully, his eyes traveling over your hair and across your face as he enjoyed the details of your body.

“You’ve got to be joking,” she snorted, daring to come closer, “she’s a fish.”

“I’m a mermaid,” you snapped reflexively, “I eat fish.”

Jin’s eyes locked on yours, amused at your outburst. He had no idea there was a little bit of fire behind your fear and he liked you all the more because of it.

“Whatever,” Cora snarled, “she can’t be your mate, stop teasing me and let’s go to dinner. I’m craving steak tonight.”

Cora had gotten used to a more luxurious position amongst the girls Jin cycled through regularly, being the one he saw most often. She hung around him like a gnat, chasing anyone who got too close away. Jin had no particular attachment to her, but she was extremely pretty and looked nice on his arm. He thought of her like a nice pair of shoes or a watch, an accessory to be thrown away when it was out of fashion.

The smile dissolved from his face and his eyes fell on her so fierce that Cora instinctively took a step back.

“If you dare disrespect my mate again I’ll have you quartered,” he said, so calmly and evenly it was more frightening than if he had yelled it.

He wrapped his large hand around your head and pulled you into his chest.

“She’s mine. You can go, Cora,” he said just as evenly.

“This isn’t fair!” she pouted, “I’ve been with you through everything! I’ve been by your side, comforting you…what about all the nights we spent together?”

He let out a chuckle as cold as ice.

“You’ve enjoyed my body and my money,” he responded, “and now I’m done with you. Find someone else to bother.”

“Bother!?” she gasped, taking two bold steps forward, “why are you acting like this? Have I done something wrong? I’ve always given myself to you, whenever you wanted, now you throw me out like a piece of trash?!”

“You give yourself to whoever buys you the sparkliest gift and makes you the biggest promises,” he snapped, “you were with the Attorney General just last week.”

She blanched, thinking he hadn’t known about that.

“I don’t have to guess what you spoke to him about between the sheets,” he hissed, “you’re lucky I didn’t have you shot. Fortunately for me, I’m smart enough not to share my secrets with a twit. I only spared you because I don’t like killing women if I don’t have to and I thought you might be of some use to me. Nothing more. Now your usefulness has run out, get out of my sight!”

“You’ll regret this!” were her parting words, before she fled the room.

“Don’t mind her,” Jin assured you, his fingers warming your bare shoulders, “you’re my mate and there’s nothing she can say or do to change that.”

It was your turn to blanch.

“But I hardly know you. I don’t even know your name!” you gasped.

He laughed again, but this one was full of warmth.

“Jin,” he said simply, “you can call me Jin.”

He brushed a finger along your jawline.

“From now on, you’re the only woman that can call me by that name,” he said.

—

“What about this one, darling?” Jin asked, holding up a jeweled bikini top from the pile the vendor had brought for you to try on.

You wrinkled your nose.

“I don’t know…” you murmured.

He pouted at you and his ears flattened, an expression you’d come to recognize over the few days you’d been his captive. You had to admit, his perky, expressive ears were quite cute.

“It will look beautiful on you. I want to drape you in jewels,” he said.

He’d already gifted you a dozen necklaces, including the diamond collar you were wearing. He loved to dress you up, it was an excuse to touch you and look at you more closely. He also guarded you fiercely. No one was allowed near your private pool and when you sat in his lap while he worked, his grip was almost painful on your hip while he glared at his guards if their eyes drifted to you.

His house, which you’d gleaned had been filled with women before you, had been emptied of them. The girls who had his private number were blocked or turned away at the door. He made it clear he didn’t want anyone but you.

His devotion was endless. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and stroked your cheeks while you sat with him, all the while demanding you sing to him whenever he liked. He liked to lay in bed and watch you swim slowly while he fell asleep. Still, you were sure you were nothing but a toy to him. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you hoped he’d grow bored of you and throw you back where you came from. He had grown bored of all the other women he’d entertained, why not you?

“If you like it,” you said, your shoulders drooping in submission, “I’ll wear it…”

He had no qualms with threatening you to get what he wanted. He hadn’t yet escalated to threatening you with violence, but he often threatened he would keep you in the small pool or the even smaller one by his bed if you didn’t do as he said. He frowned and crossed the room to you.

“Don’t be like that,” he said in a soft voice, “pick what you like. We’ll send the rest back.”

You lifted your chin to him and nodded meekly.

“Maybe one with fewer stones?” you asked and his face brightened.

“You appreciate simplicity,” he crooned, leaning down and pecking you on the cheek, “I like that about you.”

Your cheek tingled under his touch. You’d grown more and more accustomed to his fondling and to your own shame had come to like it more and more. His hands were large and warm, cupping your whole face in one palm. He caressed your skin as if you were the softest, sweetest thing he’d ever touched. As far as Jin was concerned you were. Your heart fluttered a bit as he drifted back to the pile of clothes.

“I told you you’d regret choosing her!” a shrill voice screeched and you both glanced up to find Cora standing in the doorway, a pistol in her hand pointed directly at you.

“I’m not letting this fish take my place,” she snarled and then everything happened all at once.

You heard the gun crack and saw Jin leap in front of you, then before your eyes a red splotch bloomed on his back where the bullet passed through, missing you entirely.

“Jin!” you heard yourself scream somewhere far away as you pushed your body from where you were sitting to crawl to his side.

You weren’t even aware of the guards tackling Cora or her screaming as one of them dispatched her. The second gunshot that ended her life didn’t even register as you pressed your hands down on the wound, willing the blood to stop flowing from his body.

While salty tears poured down your cheeks, he only smiled up at you, extending a firm hand to touch your face.

“W-why?” you gasped, your eyes meeting his, “why would you do that?!”

“I love you…” he murmured, a soft smile on his face, “I will…protect you…”

Your scream echoed in your head like cymbals crashing as his body was pulled away from you. You clawed at him and hopped on your fin, but you couldn’t keep up with the guards carrying him to find a doctor, leaving you alone with Cora’s motionless body.

You collapsed onto the floor, weeping, unsure what else to do.

—-

That night seemed to last forever. Jin’s guards wouldn’t tell you anything, insisting you stay in your pool until they’d decided what to do with you. Finally, as the dawn broke a burly guard called you with a whistle and you let him pick you up and carry you inside the mansion.

Your heart pounded in your chest, unsure what to expect as he carried you back to Jin’s bedroom. The doctor was standing over his bed, his face lined with concern. He glanced up at you when the door slammed shut behind you and the guard.

“I-Is he dead?” you asked, your voice just a whisper.

The doctor gave you a wan smile and shook his head. The tension building in your chest deflated like a limp balloon. He’d lived.

“He’ll be okay in a few days,” he said, “the bullet passed straight through and missed anything vital, but he needs lots of rest. He won't be carrying you around for a while.”

“Put me on the bed,” you ordered the guard, who to your surprise obeyed your command without a word.

“Can you leave us for a while?” you asked. The doctor packed his things quickly and took the guard with him, telling you to call if you needed help.

You looked down at the cat spirit who had taken a bullet for you. He looked so peaceful, his eyes shut and his hands folded over his stomach. His firm chest was wrapped in a white bandage and your fingers danced lightly over the wound. The wound he’d gotten for you.

“I completely don’t understand why you did what you did. I don’t understand how you can come to love someone in only a few days,” you whispered to him, “but thank you and I believe you.”

You slept beside him despite how your skin cracked from drying out, your head tucked into his neck.

—

Jin woke to the sound of your voice softly singing. This song wasn’t sad like the other ones you liked to sing. Instead it was sweet, almost hopeful…He opened his eyes to find you sitting next to him, stroking his hair.

“You’re awake,” you said, smiling down at him, “how do you feel?”

He sat up slowly, even though it hurt, so he could look down at you.

“Wonderful,” he purred, pleased that you were showering him with attention.

You snorted softly.

“I doubt that,” you said with a little giggle, “you almost died!”

He gave you a half smile.

“You might not believe me, but I’ve had worse,” he said.

“That’s hard to imagine,” you replied, but your eyes landed on the many scars that littered his bare chest.

He cupped your chin with the unwounded hand, tipping your face up to his.

“I’ll do anything to protect you,” he said, “you’re the only one I want. A life without you isn’t worth living. I’d rather die. It was worth it all to have you look at me the way you are looking at me right now.”

“H-how am I looking at you?” you asked.

His smile stretched mischievously across his face.

“Like you want a kiss,” he said.

You laughed lightly, a sweet, tinkling sound to Jin’s ears. He’d take a hundred bullets for that sound.

“I suppose you’ve earned it,” you admitted, pushing yourself up to find his lips and capturing them with yours.

His kiss was like finding your way home after a long swim, safe and comforting. Your mouth moved over his, tasting the mint on his breath, feeling the firm skin, and you sighed into it. He deepened the kiss, curling his arm around your body and pulling you onto his lap with one smooth motion. You tried to pull away. To reprimand him for pushing himself too much only a day after being shot, but his hand only slid up your back, cupping your head, holding you to him.

He basked in your scent, like a fresh ocean breeze and tangled his fingers in your hair. He didn’t want the kiss to ever end. When he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours.

“You’re mine, (Y/N),” he said softly, “don’t ever forget that.”

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