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alhaitham x mermaid! reader (3.5)
⤀ cw: afab!reader, first time (w. him), lots of teasing, cunnilingus, praise, fingering, unprotected sex, lil bit of size kink + overstim, creampie, fluff???, true love but they don't know it yet — mdni || ꒰ 6.2k wc ꒱
a/n: recommended to read the previous part first, but it can stand alone as well ! hope u enjoy my smut debut + reblogs & feedback are always vry much appreciated ♡
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When you had taken him up on his half conscious, pseudo challenge to visit Sumeru City, Alhaitham never imagined you’d cause him so much trouble. It’s not in the sense that you’d drawn too much unwanted attention, or that you’d spent his mora on frivolous things. No, it was your lack of understanding for the human notions of shame and intimacy.
He’s never entirely sure of just how nuanced the unabashed things you say and do are. You’re shameless whenever you’d ask him for compliments point-blank, or when you’d waltz out of the bathroom only half-dressed in his clothes. Other times, you’d surprise him with words so naively honest, brush against him in ways that feel far too tender.
To his dismay, it’s becoming increasingly clear that your actions always come with a price—one that he pays, not with mora, but with his dignity. Much like the smooth caress of the waters you came from, it’s all seemingly harmless, but the depths of your intentions remain aggravatingly unknown. Especially when your very presence is enough to enfold all his senses in a lull of desire.
He runs a hand through his hair before turning the knob of his bedroom door, only to find you in your human form, lounging on his bed, lazily flipping through one of his books. The robe you wear is one of his; too large on your frame, with the silky material falling off your shoulders, dangerously close to revealing too much.
Not that it isn’t a welcome sight—he is a man after all. And while he prides himself on his exceptional self control, it becomes an issue when he feels himself grow hot and the loose clothes he likes to wear at home begins to feel too tight. He can’t rub one out while you’re here, so perhaps a cold shower might ease his condition…
But you’re more perceptive than he’s given you credit for.
“It’s not as magnificent as my tail, but this body is still quite impressive isn’t it?”
“I’ve never met anyone as shameless as you.”
…
“Well, I don’t think you’ve ever met anyone like me at all.” You flash him an amused smile, but the sultry look in your eyes relay a different message entirely. He can’t lie, it excites him.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he mumbles under his breath. To his chagrin, your curious hum cuts through the room and he hears the heavy thud of a book slammed shut.
Of course you heard him. With renewed interest, you swing your legs over the edge of his bed, sauntering over until you’re close enough that he can smell the faint scent of his mint shampoo in your hair.
“Oh? What could I possibly be doing to you?” Your fingers walk up his body, slowly, from his toned stomach to his chiseled chest, leaving his skin hot through the fabric of his clothes, “Won’t you enlighten me?”
You look up, that wide-eyed gaze of feigned innocence flickering into something sharp and dangerously seductive. A hand settles on his shoulder, pulling him in until you’re close enough that your lips are only a hair’s breadth away from his sensitive ears. The other reaches down and ghosts against his obviously growing bulge, before pressing down, palming him through his pants. Alhaitham bites back a groan.
“Or rather, what would you like to do to me?” Your voice rings low and smooth as silk to his ears. It leaves a wave of desire to bubble in the pit of his stomach, one that doubles down on the dull ache at his crotch.
His mind sifts through a thousand thoughts. Lascivious thoughts, sinful, perverted thoughts that only seem to make their presence known when in your company. Just one glance down at you and he can see how ridiculously easy it would be to untie the lazy knot that’s hardly holding your—no—his robe together.
“I…”
It’s hard to think when you overwhelm all his senses, poking at the urges he has so carefully suppressed up until now. His robe, his scent. He’s no fool to the way Sumeru City ogles at you—the mysterious stranger who’s able to so casually hang onto the aloof scribe’s arm. It only makes him want to stake his claim across the empty canvas of your skin as well: his mermaid. Perhaps just this once, he’ll let himself indulge in his own selfish desires.
“Come on, Scribe Alhaitham,” you emphasize,“use your words.”
A smug smile forms on your face as you calculate the risks of your next words.
“Although…if you’ve got nothing to say, why don’t you just show me,” you press close, voice deceptively soft. “I’m more of a hands-on learner anyway.”
For once, Alhaitham lets his body override all sense of rationality, flipping your positions, and pinning you against the wall as he captures your mouth in his. It’s uncharacteristically sloppy and haphazard, with none of the craftiness he displayed on that first and only night you kissed, but it’s intoxicating all the same.
His teeth graze against your bottom lip, demanding entrance, and you’re forced to grasp onto his toned bicep to keep yourself steady as you devour each other with the intensity of all your repressed thoughts. With every second his mouth remains slotted on yours, with every inhale and exhale of breath you exchange, you think that this time, you’re the one who might drown.
He finally tosses you a lifeline once he decides to leave the vicinity of your mouth, and begin his campaign across the rest of your body, starting with the little spot right along the underside of your jaw. Alhaitham takes his time trailing down your neck, catching you off guard when he stops to suck down, hard, on a particularly sensitive patch of skin.
An involuntary gasp escapes, and you can feel him smirk against you, though it quickly fades into a half strangled groan when your hips roll into his. He only continues downward from here, carving kisses into your body and leaving behind colorful little bruises that send liquid fire running through your veins. The further he goes, the more he must uncover, and the only thing standing in his way is the robe you’re hardly wearing.
“Can I…?” he asks in a hoarse whisper, fingers already toying with the sash.
“Not like you haven’t seen everything already,” you mutter, pulling his face in to kiss him again.
His free hand snakes down to squeeze your ass while the other tugs on the loose knot, the silky material now free to tumble down your body like a waterfall, hitting every curve along the way. In one fell swoop, Alhaitham takes you to his bed, picking up right where he left off: with a depraved kiss that speaks more than he ever could in relaying the underlying lust that clouds his mind.
“Beautiful.” The word slips out without a second thought. It’s the first time he's ever said it outright. Beneath the fervor, there’s a special sentiment that cushions his tone. It has you buzzing with warmth from the inside out, but whether it’s contentment or embarrassment, you don’t know. Biting your lip, you turn your head to the side, refusing to meet his gaze.
He finds it infinitely amusing that for all your openly brazen flirtations…
“You’re not getting shy on me now, are you?”
You respond by stubbornly grappling at the edge of his shirt, nails grazing against his muscled abdomen in the process. The startling sensation crackles through his nerves, sending his cockhead twitching in delight.
“It’s only fair I get to see you too,” you mumble, in what little time you have between kisses. Alhaitham pulls away, a brow quirked in mild amusement. Pausing, he takes this chance to drink in the sight of your naked figure for the second time, though tonight there’s no need to look away.
It’s exhilaratingly surreal to see your body marked by the undeniable testaments of his touch. It manifests on your skin, where you’re decorated with clusters of little bruises signed by his lips. In your chest, as it heaves for air after all the breaths he’s stolen from right out of your lungs. It persists in the way your eyes draw him in, inviting him, daring him to do more. In how your lips, though slightly swollen, wear the same coquettish grin that’s enchanted him time and again. With no other choice but to surrender to your demands, Alhaitham lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side without a care.
You’ve always thought the man to be handsome, but you’re left wonderstruck as your eyes wander across his bare skin. It’s not like his usual attire leaves much to the imagination, but Alhaitham undressed, is still a sight to see. His toned chest and sculpted stomach, well defined arms… Chiseled by the gods themselves, you think as the corner of your lips quirk just the slightest bit upwards.
“Enjoying the view?” It’s funny how much his smug smile contrasts with the mottled pink that colors his shoulders and dusts across his cheeks. His skin only flushes more when you trace a finger over the gem on his chest, tantalizingly slow as you make your way down his sternum, and only stopping to lightly flick at one of his nipples. Alhaitham’s breath hitches and you can practically see his muscles as they tense.
“Very much,” you answer, hands sinking lower. “So won’t you show me more?”
He catches you by your wrist when he feels you tugging at his waistband, and it takes everything for him to ignore the wanton desperation that’s quickly clouding his mind. It’s difficult, but out of sheer will, he manages to hold back, if only by a thread.
Gently, he pulls your chin up to face him. Want hides beneath his teal gaze, but there’s a softness that truly shines through, encapsulating the delicate balance between risk and reward.
His hands shift to caress your cheek, before he moves in to steal another kiss. This time it’s sweeter, more chaste. Alhaitham kisses you slow and passionate, interwoven with a tenderness that causes your heart to swell in your chest.
“You sure you want to do this?”
Your resounding ‘yes’ breathes a renewed ardor into his actions as he lowers you onto your back. Little by little, he makes his way down your body, leaving wet kisses everywhere except where you want him most. A kiss here, a lick there—the heat that pools in your belly only grows by the second, but a harsh suck right below your hip causes your breath to hitch and your cunt to drool more in response while you whine and attempt to rub your legs together for any sort of friction.
They are, however, aptly spread back apart when he hooks his arms beneath your thighs and pulls you closer to where he kneels at the edge of the bed.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, “and we’ve only just begun.” Alhaitham lets out a low chuckle as he presses another kiss to your inner thigh. It’s enough to have you shivering in anticipation, the reverberating tremors of his deep voice going straight to your pulsing hole, wet with the slick of your arousal. One of his hands moves to hold you down as you jolt when his teeth graze against the delicate skin.
“Will you please just hurry up,” you’re barely able to get all your words out before your voice breaks into a breathless gasp as he takes you by surprise, dipping his head down to lick a long stripe up your glistening folds and flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue once he reaches the top.
Talented in more ways than just words, you find out firsthand exactly how good he is with his tongue. Like a man starved, he laps up all you have to give, while your gushing hole happily churns out more slick. But it isn’t nearly enough. Especially not with the way you’re grinding into his face and singing praises to his name.
Alhaitham doesn’t consider himself an arrogant man, but he’s never loved hearing the sound of his own name more. It falls through your lips in a trail of whimpers, your pretty little cries music to his ears, delicate and lyrical. His tongue prods at your entrance, occasionally dipping into your warmth, and as he closes in, his nose bumps against your puffy clit. It has you keening, and your hands come flying to tangle in his ashen hair as your voice splits into a sharp gasp.
He takes a mental note of your reaction before moving to suckle on the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing out another beautifully broken sob. With every exhale, and every swipe of his tongue, Alhaitham breathes life into your cunt—leaving it to drip with arousal and clench around nothing. Your fingers curl in his tresses and you tug hard. The low groan he emits reverberates through your body; the rumbling vibrations of his own pleasure sends you crawling to your high.
But he soon pulls away and you’re quick to let out a pitched cry in protest. He peers up from between your parted thighs, sharp eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you squirming at the loss of contact.
“Haitham,” you whine pitifully, hips blindly stuttering in search of his touch, “don’t stop.”
Oh how the tables have turned. Before him, your tiny hole clamps around nothing and a sly grin creeps onto his face, devilishly handsome and glistening with your essence that so freely drips down his chin. You’ve teased him relentlessly during the span of your partnership, and as per your logic, it’s only fair he gets to do the same.
“Beg for it,” he purrs. His warm breath fans across your folds, sending you into a frenzied fluster from the bottom up, and you feel as if you’re going to melt.
“P-please…” It’s difficult to come up with any words, much less the right words, to say when the overwhelmingly wanton desire for him to just touch you again, has your brain enveloped in a thick haze. “Need you…Haitham please…”
His name, entangled within the sweet pleas that fall from your lips, has his cock twitching again, eager to be freed from the constraints of his pants. But if he can ignore the wet spot forming from his own precum, then he can do the same to the way his hips seem to move on their own, slowly rutting against the bed. He’s a patient man, he can wait. You on the other hand…
You’re so needy for him, so lost trying to chase your own pleasure, that it doesn’t even register when he wets two fingers in his mouth, unable to process anything until you feel the faint stretch in your cunt that has you trembling in anticipation. His fingers slide easily into your creamy insides, and he only watches in amusement at the way your hips buck, silently begging him for something more than the painfully slow, lazy way he’s pumping in and out of you.
“You’re already so tight...” He lets out a breathy chuckle as he scissors you open, resisting the way your velvety walls come down, hugging every inch of the digits inside you. “How are you even going to take me, hm?”
You open your mouth to respond but nothing ever comes out, save for the faint breath of a moan that manages to escape. If you were in the right state of mind, you would’ve been sure to fire back something smart, however, your thoughts have been reduced to fixate on Alhaitham, who’s rather keen on keeping it that way.
He moves his wrist, twisting and turning, relentlessly searching until the pads of his fingers press against a spot just right, that it has your toes curling and back arching off the bed in a loud cry. He curls his fingers, bullying the spongy spot until echoes of your melodic mewls are undeniably present amongst the lewd squelching of your wetness. It sends him reeling and growing impossibly harder—oh how he so adores the way you unravel before him.
Your body runs hotter than ever and you feel the coil in your belly tighten, ready to snap. You’re going to cum. You’re so close. Just a little more. It repeats like a mantra in your head, but your impending climax dissipates as he draws both fingers back out, leaving you dangling at the precipice with a distressed wail, frustration pathetically painted across your face.
Why did he just do that? Your eyes are large and laced with tears that quiver and threaten to spill down your face. Ignoring your futile attempt at garnering pity, Alhaitham only continues to taunt you.
“Will you look at that?” he says, toying with the messy slick that glosses over his middle and index fingers like webbing, stretching and breaking along to the movements of his hand. It’s such damning evidence of how much you need him, but it’s also somehow mesmerizing, so much so that you’re unable to look away. It doesn’t help that your sopping cunt only weeps more at the sight, absentmindedly fluttering around nothing.
He drags you out of your thoughts as he unexpectedly takes your clit back into his mouth. His hot tongue swirls around your bud, effectively setting your veins on fire, then takes the chance to throw your earlier words back at you.
“Tell me what you’d like me to do,” he says, mouth never leaving the little nub.
You want him to make you cum, is what you want to say—or rather, you want him to let you cum, considering how he so cruelly ruined your earlier orgasm. But it all only translates into a litany of unintelligible whimpers, and Alhaitham smiles, the mischief twinkling in his eyes now glaringly apparent. He can’t help how endearing it is, that you, who always has so much to say, is now struggling to answer even the simplest of questions.
“Use your words. I want to hear that pretty voice of yours.”
“I want… I need…” you’re only able to make out a few words in between your ragged breaths before you’re interrupted by your own broken sob as he sucks down hard on your abused clit.
“Hm? What was that?”
“Want to cum… ” you choke out, eyes sliding shut as you try again with your best efforts.
The latter half of your sentence warps until it rises an octave and melts into a shaky moan. Alhaitham barely gives you just enough time to finish before three lithe fingers find their way into your cunt without warning, slipping past your wet folds with ease. The dull pain of an added finger stuffed into your tiny hole, has you keening, your own knuckles turning white from your steel grip on the bed sheets.
With a sweep of his tongue, he laves over your swollen clit again, sending shivers through to your core as you feel the tension return in your abdomen, this time wound even tighter from the way he continues to fuck your already sensitive cunt.
“ ‘m so close… please,” your breath catches in your throat as you whimper and squirm. “Please Haitham, please-”
It’s beyond his own belief how he managed to wrangle you into his bed; the beautiful mermaid who had first tried to drown him, who was always so outspoken and bold— now reduced to a begging, whimpering mess on his sheets. For that, he mentally pats himself on the back and decides to take pity on you.
“Come on, mermaid. Let me hear you sing.”
Immediately, you feel his fingers curl, right up against the very spot that has you seeing stars, exactly as he had intended. He drags his teeth carefully, lightly grazing your swollen clit, effectively ripping out a loud, visceral scream as you finally tip over the edge in an earth shattering orgasm.
Waves of pleasure continue to wash over you as Alhaitham finger fucks you through your high, vigilantly hitting that sweet, spongy spot over and over again without mercy. You’re left quivering, fingers desperately grasping at the bed sheets, trying to find something, anything to hold on to. His hand, the one that isn’t three knuckles deep inside you, moves to hold your hips down as they twitch in the settling overstimulation.
A satisfied hum rumbles in the back of his throat as he finishes off with an easy kiss to your inner thigh. He finally slows down his movements as you ride out your high, though the shallow, wet noises as he rocks his fingers in and out of you, seem all the more erotic against the backdrop of your dissipating cries.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he coos. “Such a pretty thing—so gorgeous when you cum for me.” Alhaitham continues to whisper sweet flatteries that have you preening until he feels you clench weakly around his fingers once more. He raises a brow, the beginnings of a small smirk forming on his face.
“Of course you like to be praised.” Despite the lilt in his voice, he draws his soiled digits out with care, though you still shudder as he passes through your sensitive folds.
“Shut up.”
Even as you sit up to catch your breath, your eyes wander over to the man’s bare upper body, before they drift down to the impressive tent bulging from his pants. Suddenly, you’re made painfully aware of how utterly empty you are. Arousal pulses through you, once again dripping out of your cunt at the thought of being stuffed full.
Your obvious staring doesn’t go unnoticed; and neither does the way you shift as you’re rubbing your thighs together for more friction. Your shamelessly perverse act only reinforces the thrum in his already rock hard cock.
“Open up.” You do as you’re told, intuitively wrapping your lips around his long fingers, cheeks hollowing as you clean off the mess you had left. It spurs him on, the way you hold his gaze with those large doe eyes, blinking so lasciviously when he draws them back out, leaving behind a trail of saliva that snaps like gossamer on your lips.
“What, haven’t had enough of me yet?” He teases you, yet the slight waver in his voice as he struggles to mask just how much he’d like to cum right then and there, says otherwise.
“Not nearly enough.”
Your playful wit is nothing new to him. And while Alhaitham considers himself to be quite well versed in how you love to play coy, an expert in navigating around your flirtations—he’s far from immune to your coquettish displays. He’s only human after all…
So it’s no fault of his own that you drive him absolutely insane.
Pupils blown wide and dilated with lust, he dips down until you can feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear, “I hope you don’t regret that.” His smooth baritone sends a shiver down your spine until it pools between your already sticky thighs, a vague promise of what’s to come.
Before you know it, he catches you in another eager kiss, rough and hopelessly greedy, as you fall back onto the mattress without a care. It only heightens your sense of urgency that he can’t help but grind into you.
His normal attire barely hides his bulge, but even underneath these loose clothes, the outline of his cock stands tall and unmistakably erect against the fabric—which you desperately need removed now, as you fumble with the waistband. Alhaitham chuckles lightly into the kiss before pulling away. Message received.
He moves quickly, pants and underwear hastily thrown to the side and forgotten, because how could you possibly think of anything else when he stands before you, hands fisted around his magnificent cock, grunting at the little ounce of relief as he gives himself a few quick pumps. Precum dribbles from the flushed pink tip and your eyes follow as he spreads it along the impressive length. You can’t help but think that it’s… pretty. And oh how you adore pretty things.
He lines himself up at your entrance, cockhead just barely dipping inside as he hovers over you, and for the first time tonight, you realize just how incredibly vulnerable you are now, laid bare before him, ripe for the taking. But it’s okay if it’s him. Whether it’s the fuzziness mulling in your head, or your cunt that’s thinking for you, anything is fine as long as it’s Alhaitham.
Above you, he swallows harshly and you can see the slow bob of his throat as he does so. “Tell me if you need to stop,” he murmurs. The rasp in his voice makes it apparent that it’s taking every ounce of fortitude not to just slam his entire length into you.
The first hiccupped gasp that escapes your lips has him smiling smugly as he pushes in, splitting you open with ease from how wet you are. But the stretch as you struggle to accommodate his girth burns despite your previous preparation; he’s just so much bigger than his fingers. Inch by agonizing inch, he stretches you wider, whispering sweet nothings while he stuffs you full of his cock.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises, though it’s quickly drowned out by the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Every time you think he’s done, he only continues to push further inside. Your head spins at how full you already feel, unconsciously tightening around him and drawing out a choked curse that rolls tactlessly off his tongue. There’s no helping the way his self control fades when you’re squeezing him like that, your needy cunt intent on sucking him all the way in.
“Fuck,” he rasps. It’s foreign and depraved and so vulgar compared to his usually eloquent speech—not that it isn't also incredibly attractive hearing him lose his composure like that—but it’s even more so especially because you’re the one making him feel this good. Your heart flutters at the thought and the vibrations of another muffled grunt ripple against your skin when you reflexively bear down again.
Alhaitham bottoms out in one final push, sending you reeling at how the thickest end of his shaft forces your little hole to stretch even wider to accommodate the width. A hitched cry leaves your throat and your arms fly to wrap around his neck, pulling him close as he presses soothing kisses along your jaw, though it does little to quell the heat rapidly igniting throughout your body.
“Are you alright?” There isn’t an ounce of teasing in his tone when he pauses to glance down, giving you a moment to adjust while ensuring you’re okay.
Your hum of approval is all he needs to start moving in languid strokes that fill you to the brim, his shallow thrusts so lewdly squelching to the tune of your wetness. Each slow drag of his cock forces you to feel very ridge and vein as he grinds back and forth, pulling soft mewls out of you until they melt into breathless whines pleading for something more.
“Faster… f-faster please.”
Who was he to deny you, when you’ve been taking him so well? Sliding ever so slowly, Alhaitham all but pulls out, leaving only the very tip of his cock to kiss your entrance. You don’t even have time to process the jarring emptiness before he slams his entire length back in with a single thrust, powerful enough to send your entire body jostling from the impact. Your back arches in pleasure, your head thrown back in a silent scream as your mouth falls agape, the sound dying before it’s ever able to leave your throat.
Alhaitham is relentless when he starts fucking you in earnest. The gentleness from earlier is gone, replaced by the callous way he repeatedly pounds into you, burying himself to the hilt every single time. He’s hitting depths you never thought possible, with each thrust sending shockwaves that ripple through you until it scrambles your mind, shattering that last piece of lucidity stubbornly holding you together.
“That’s it. Take it, just like that,” he coos, but you're too fogged over to comprehend his words. It’s clear your mind is currently occupied by other matters; matters such as the chant of his name atop your long string of strangled cries.
He revels at how pliant you are underneath him—so stimulated and keening out in pleasure at everything he does, greedy cunt eagerly swallowing every inch he offers, pulling him in with every snap of his hips.
His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking on the nub while he twirls the other between his fingers, groaning when your nails dig into his shoulders, imprinting crescents onto his skin. The added stimulation elicits another set of frantic whimpers, and the familiar tightness in your abdomen returns.
“Haitham I’m… I’m so…” Close, he deducts. He can tell by the way your walls close around him.
Half of him wants to watch you struggle with your words in between all your panting and moaning, wants to withhold your sweet release until you can speak properly while he continues to piston in and out of you. The other half, driven by his wanton throbbing, slides a hand over the curve of your ass, lifting your leg to angle himself just right before plunging deep inside you, hitting that same spot from before that had you seeing stars.
Loud, broken sobs tear through the room as his tip mercilessly drills into the spongy spot with pinpoint precision. Your nails rake down his back, and a sharp hiss manages to escape from his lips. It only fuels him more, makes his movements more erratic. Over and over, hit after hit, Alhaitham delivers an exhilarating pleasure that drives you to the edge of delirium. Warmth blooms in the pit of your stomach threatening to spill over and seep into every crevice of your being.
It’s too much. It’s so good. It’s not enough. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take.
“I can feel you falling apart around me.” The corners of his mouth lift in a smug grin, ignoring the fact that his voice comes out in ragged huffs, uneven from his labored breathing.
There’s no use denying how much you affect him as well— not when fire licks his body, coloring his pale skin flush. Nor when his expression is clearly strained, trying so desperately to hold on to his crumbling composure. You’d notice if you still had the capacity to process anything at all, but alas…
He lowers his head into the crook of your neck, nipping lightly at the tender skin before switching to your native tongue. “C’mon my beautiful mermaid… give it to me. Cum for me.”
The white hot bliss that sweeps across your body is maddening and it leaves you absolutely shattered. The vibrato in your voice cracks as you scream and sob, body going impossibly taut. You’re desperately gasping for air, drowning in the waves of euphoria that wash over you, but it pulls you in and drags you further down into delirium. You can’t think, you can’t speak. You can’t stop the trembling in your thighs and you can’t stop your cunt from spasming as he continues to fuck into you.
His pace slows but his strokes are longer and deeper, as if he’s trying to ingrain himself permanently within your walls. Your moans rise in pitch, turning to whimpers when his thrusts continue past your orgasm and into the settling overstimulation, his cock still taking from you where there’s no more to take.
You’ve never felt more like a paradox than you do now. Your head is the clouds, while your body feels heavier than ever. You’re painfully sensitive, squirming to get away as he chases his own release, yet your cunt still pulses and begs to milk his fat cock dry.
Weak arms reach up to cup his face, pulling him in for a lasting kiss, breathing him in like the air you so desperately need in your lungs. When you pull away, your eyes are so dazed and lidded, not yet recovered from the intensity of your orgasm, but already prickling with tears from the burn of overstimulation.
“Make me yours.”
Alhaitham buries his head in the crook of your neck; there’s no hope of keeping up his composure now. In fact, it’s a wonder he didn’t come from those words alone. You already are, he tells himself. There’s nobody else he could ever want; nobody else could ever compare to how perfect you are for him.
With a few final thrusts, he presses his weight into you and sinks his cock as deep as he can. He lets out a tattered moan and his hips stutter as he follows you over the edge, the warmth of his hot cum spilling into your insides.
A fleeting thought crosses your mind: Maybe you want to stay like this forever. So warm and tingly and speared open in all consuming pleasure.
His body slumps against yours, relaxed and utterly at peace. In the numbing midst of his high, Alhaitham’s mind is for once, a couple beats slower than his palpitating heart.
“I love you.”
He wasn’t thinking when it had slipped out of his mouth. The words came so naturally, rolled off his tongue so easily. It’s too late by the time he realizes just what he’s said; he hopes to god you didn’t hear him, but it’s the only thing you catch amongst all the white noise. He loves you. Alhaitham loves you.
It replays on a loop inside your head but your jumbled mess of a brain can only process so much right now. “Love… you…” you barely manage to scrape out. He quiets your empty babbles with another kiss, muffling your whines as he gently—though reluctantly—pulls out of your embrace. You shudder and whine at the loss.
“Easy now,” he soothes, distracting you with praises and soft pecks to your temples. To you, the emptiness in your cunt feels all too foreign, but he can’t help but stare at the lecherous sight of your combined fluids dripping out of your hole. He can already picture it in his head; the wet noise of your slick and his cum, all shoved back into you so that not a single drop is wasted…
Alhaitham shakes the thought from his head, forcibly tearing his eyes away before his own mind can betray him. He excuses himself before soon returning with a glass of water and a warm, wet towel in hand.
Slowly but surely, your lungs steady, and the fog dissipates, and you’re finally able to anchor yourself back to reality. A reality where your throat is dry, hoarse from all the retrospectively embarrassing sounds he had dragged out of you, and your limbs feel so heavy, as if your bones have all but dissolved into jelly.
“Gonna clean you up, okay?”
With your permission, he helps sit you up, passing you the glass of water before he begins wiping off the excess fluid between your legs. The towel is rough against the still sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you jolt. Immediately, he utters an awkward apology, looking up to gauge your reaction.
Water, split from the sudden movement, drips down your chin. Loose pieces of hair stick to your forehead; the thin sheen of sweat that coats your skin makes sure of that. To look so disheveled yet so gorgeous at the same time… you’re absolutely enchanting in the afterglow. A flicker of pride rushes through him—he did that. The proof was in the bites and bruises littered across your skin. He smiles, sheer adoration present in his eyes.
Your soft giggle breaks his train of thought. “What are you—” A yawn. “What are you looking at?” The chirp in your tone peaks just the tiniest bit out of your sleep-laden voice, but you’re too worn out to wait for an answer, opting to fall back onto the mattress instead. It’s not long before you fully yield to the exhaustion.
You look so peaceful in your sleep, so human, that he almost forgets you’re not. Still, he wonders how it would feel to hold you in his arms as he sleeps. To wake up beside you and watch as the sunlight illuminates your features.
Would it be selfish of him to indulge just a little more?
Tossing the towel aside, he joins you under the safety of his covers. He wraps an arm around your frame, pulling you close, holding you right next to where his heart beats in his chest. Alhaitham presses a soft, last kiss to the top of your head before he too, drifts off to sleep.
When morning comes and the golden sun arises, everything will return as it was. Dreams and other such wishful delights are of the moon’s sovereignty, so tonight, let him hold on to this reverie for just a little while longer.
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a/n2: This was my very first smut piece so I hope you enjoyed :’) Since this is an extra chapter, I tried not to include any details that would drive the plot too much, but ending it with just a tiny bit of angst to transition to the next part. thank u for reading ! ♡
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His Serenade˚⊱🪷⊰˚
Tw: mermaid breeding, threat, idk if leon keeping reader for himself count as kidnapping but idk, excuse my mermaid thingy explanation:3
Pirate!Leon × Mermaid!Reader
Word count: 2,569
(I used his romantic outfit since I couldn't finy anymore pirate-y but it suits this outfit for a pirate too!:])
“Captain!” The pirate member called, knocking to his office door as the one whom they call Captain stood and open the door, he cock a brow as they spoke: “we captured something big, will definitely be rich with gold!” they exclaimed and ran off to the net.
The Captain sigh, stepping out from his office as the sea breeze hit his face—the blonde captain turn his head to his crew and see what’s the fuss is all about, “what do we have here, fellas?” He asked. The heel of his boot clicking as he steps down the stairs and look over the net.
“Captain Leon.”
Leon Kennedy, their captain. Even though he did some good things in his pirate life but no one knew that he’s involved in the black market where he sells valuable ‘things’ he sees in the sea, you’d be lucky if he doesn’t want to share you with anyone else.
“I swear I did no harm!” voice squeak out, you were trapped in the net they set—it was only for luring other living things in the sea, but you; you are a mermaid, the most valuable thing and could cost up to millions and make them rich.
You were holding shiny things, silver spoon, gold plate, pearl necklaces and other things that catches your eye. As they say, mermaids like you have a knack for shiny and pretty things. Just like how when the captain they have called came to see the most precious thing they’ve caught came to see what’s happening. Your eyes shine like you have caught something more pretty and shiny, more than the accessories you have in your arms.
He has a pretty face, his eyes glows like the sea. You were mesmerized by his look as you felt breathless for a second.
His voice break your trail of thoughts as he snicker at the sight, “well, well. Didn’t think we’d get a fine maiden in a tight situation.” You hear most of his crew chuckle, probably a bad joke but you smiled at the man awkwardly and try you way of escape.
“W-Will you perhaps let me go?” you plead, the man name Leon, kneels in front of your vulnerable form, he saw your fin flinch as you curled your lower body and feel yourself shrinking under his cold gaze. He spoke, “what will benefit me and my crew once we let you go?” he scoff.
Racking your brains out, trying to find something to make them let you go. And as if on cue, a light bulb lights up in your mermaid brain, “I could find you lost relics and treasures deep within the ocean water.” You beam, Leon swears that your smile is part of the radiation of the sun. It was bright and he thought he had gone blind.
But his interest was piqued, he listens in and pulls the net up to your head to have it not block your face. “and, what kind of treasures are we talking about here, sweetheart?” he chuckles, snatching one of your shiny accessories from you and took a closer look of it.
“Pretty thing like you likes pretty and shiny little things huh.” He remarks, giving it back to you as you yelp and mutter a hush, “thank you.” His eyes still bore into yours, waiting for you to answer his question.
You start to stammer but eventually found your words, “I remember I saw a chest lying deep beneath the sand, the lock looks rusty and it could break easily when forced open.” You mutter, eyes glistening to let him know that you’re telling the truth, “you don’t know, probably a hundred or other things could be worth selling.” You try to tempt them to give in.
Leon turn his head and see his crew mumbling, piqued and tempted by the offer. “Are you true to your words? If not, we might do something worse.” You squeak at his threat and quickly nod, “I swear.” You swore, blinking your pretty lashes at the man—pleading to be let go.
The captain snap his fingers to his men and have you untangled and free from the net, “I’ll be giving you twenty-four hours to get us that so-called treasure, if not. We’ll have you sold to the black market.” Leon threatens, he picks you up and put you on the edge of the ship.
“See ya.”
He drops you off like you were nothing, back at the ocean as the things you collected were now forgotten—you got a new objective to finish, you don’t want to lose your fins and scales now, do you?
But first, you need to get home and show your presence to your father and sisters. They must’ve been worried sick that they couldn’t find you anywhere, “dear heavens! Where have you been?” mother asked, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face and angle your head to see any bruises or wound if you might’ve potentially hurt yourself.
You went to your sisters and father to let them know you’re safe and unharmed, “I told you not to go far from home.” You father sigh, stroking your hair as his eyes speaks with worry “I’m fine,” you mumbled as you assured, “are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He nodded and left, back to his throne—you guess. After assuring everyone and blessing them with your presence, you get back to work and ask some sea friends to help you lift the heavy chest. You know you still remember the path on the way there. It was a bit dark, but the way that the gold shines makes it easier for you to spot and tell your friends to take to the surface.
The ocean was wide as it sends waves, you turn to spot his ship and swim over there. “Knock, knock!” you yelled, knocking on the wood of the ship since it was stop to a halt, “c’mere.” You gesture to the dolphins as they help you lift the heavy treasure chest, “just as I promise!”
Leon look over and smiled at the sight, “lift her up.” You heard him yelled, little did you know—you swim right to their net. Your sea friends panicked and left you with the treasure, you can’t blame them as they don’t want to be harmed.
You let out a yelp, flopping over in the net as the treasure was lift with you. “You have one strong net, captain.” You praised, swaying your fin as the net was put down in the ship, he smiled and mutter to his crew and lift the chest to his office. He’s the one handling golds.
“so uh…” you start, “I did my part, kept my word and brought it back to you and it hasn’t been twenty-four hours yet…” you mumble, fidgeting your finger and your fin flops to the side of the net. The crew looked at each other funny but didn’t utter one word.
Silence was all the answer they could give you.
You look over the blue water of the ocean as the waves crashes, lost in your thoughts as you felt hands around your body—lifting you up like a bride, you shudder at his touch as you snap your eyes to him. It’s Leon, and he was walking towards to the door of his office.
“No,” he says firmly with a grin, his hold to your tail tightens, “I’ll be keeping you as my trophy.”
Living in his ship was not that bad, you thought. He put you inside his office, build a tub for you to swim in even though it’ll be cramped—his office is wide and a little too spacious for him so he didn’t object about constructing a tub inside his office for you to swim in.
Plus, it’ll be good for your scales. Don’t want the beauty to fade away because of the surface air.
Truth is, if you stay in the surface too long—the air will dry you up and make you look like a dehydrated fish and Leon doesn’t like that thought, he had a book in stored that came in pretty handy.
A book about the legends of Merfolk.
It has saved his ass and saved yours, building a tub inside was a dumb idea—thought by the crew but Leon doesn’t give two shits about it. As long as he could keep you to himself, that is all that matters to him, keeping you as his little valuable trophy mermaid.
You didn’t mind that the pretty man took you in though, his eyes shines like the blue sky and sea—how could you also say no to the face he has?
Father, Mother and your sisters would kill you if they knew that you left them for this ‘evil’ pirate that they so-called evil pirates that hunt their beings down so they could make profit or food.
Would it be twisted that you had to agree on that but had to object about the idea of Leon being an evil pirate?
The blonde Captain gives you whatever shiny pieces of trash that you desires and you store them at the bottom of your tub that you now call your second home.
In return, you give him your scales that’s been falling off. Shredding is what they say call it as you grew a new shiny one. Leon was intrigued and once wore it as a necklace to show his appreciation for the gift. It was a beautiful color and a vibrant fade on it. You were one beautiful mermaid, after all.
It once shocked Leon that most people wanted to buy his “jewelry” as they say it captivated their eyes and would pay a ridiculous amount of gold, he didn’t refuse the offer though and experimented what they’ll do with it. One merchant asked a stock or a jar of those scales.
Only fuels Leon’s idea.
You only lie low in your tub and flick your fin out of boredom and blew bubbles on the water, your eyes darted to the male who’s sitting in his chair—reading a book about Merfolks. Your hand scratches at the almost end of your fin as one scale fell off, “Leon!” you called, he never grew tired of that voice that sounds like melodies of a song.
“yes?” he put down his book and focus on you as you held your scale and stretch your hand to give it to him, “another one fell off..!” you beam. He reach out and took it in his hand, placed it in the jar with your other scales; he has been collecting them ever since, “I’m glad I can help you with profits.” You mumble, squishing your cheek to the wooden floor as you bow your head down.
He nodded and got down with you, soaking his clothes as he pulls you into his arms. His hand on the lower back of your waist, his face buried on the crook of your neck. “Just want you to know, you don’t have to force yourself to shred.” He mumbles, kissing your neck as you shudder at his affection.
It feels nice to be held in his arms once in a while, making you to take your mind off with your worries about your family in the ocean. You feel warm.
But this is bad, mermaid goes in heat every after three months and you’ve been craving—desperately wanting to breed, that is the reason why you have your own room and lock yourself in there until it calms down, or you calm yourself down.
You hear him groan with content, your back pressing against him real close. His hand travels down to your tail and feel every each of your pretty gradient scale, “so pretty for me.” You hear him mumble and bury himself to the crook of your neck, heat rising from your cheeks and ears—squirming to his touches.
“You know, I read something interesting…” he mumbles, kissing your skin and resting his chin on to your shoulder. Shifting his position, he got to his knee and push your body to the edge—bending you over, your fin tap his leg lightly as your body grew excited.
“I read that mermaid goes into heat after every three months.”
His statement made you embarrassed, you look away to avoid his gaze—he chuckle as he trail down to your hip and your tail, finding if there was an entrance to pry open. “Is that true, princess?” he asked, his fingers massaging where your rear is. Leon felt something off and move the scales aside that’s been covering something.
You felt his fingers enter you, gasping and tensing up at the stretch.
Leon chuckled and leaned back to look, “found it, I assume.” He pulls and plunge in slowly, making you mewl as your face was planted onto the floorboards and your lower body still in water. He could feel your gummy walls pulse around him, “you're so wet.” He coos and speed the pace of his fingers, you gasp—desperate for air as you whine at the stretch.
“You’re too tight for me, let me help you hm?” Leon coos, while he busy his fingers stretching and curling inside of you—he’s also taking some of your scales that’s been falling and tossing it to the side.
He found your sweet spot.
“oh my—!” you screamed, eyes widen as tears drops, feeling your orgasm when he pressed hard on to your sweet spot. “Can’t have you too loud, you’re gonna distract the guys.” You nodded at his words, twitching as he pulled out—belt buckling and zippers unzip, he positioned himself and slammed himself at ease with one thrust.
You screamed, your gummy walls clenching around him as he groans at the tightness, “fuck, that’s some mermaid pussy.” He hisses, pulling and plunging in—building his pace as he ravages you. Your moans loud and tears couldn’t stop from falling.
“please, I—” you cried, you sing so beautifully as the pirate fucks you to oblivion, “damn, you sing so fucking pretty for me.” His thrust becoming harsh and hard, the familiar warm sensation approaching. Eyes rolling back, Leon grip on to your hips, his fingers digging to your flesh as he chases his high.
Not long until he finally painted your insides white, “fuck!” he curses under his breath, fucking his orgasm inside and being sure to not spill a drop. He pulled out and see the masterpiece he created, your hole twitches as his seeds ooze out from you.
To his surprise, your scales move to finally cover up your used pussy. He laughs at the knowledge he just gained and help himself up, don’t worry—he didn’t forget you and your marvelous singing ability, your ocean friends and family probably heard you.
He stayed inside the tub with you, you snuggling close to him—clinging as if your life depends on it—he drew circles around your abdomen and pepper kisses to your temple.
“I wonder if it’s possible to have a mermaid pregnant with my child.”
“If it is, I want to carry yours and have a family together.”
He smiled and finally lets your rest.
Both of you slept on the tub, being in each others warm and embrace.
How lovely.
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𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍
pairing: lighthouse keeper!joel miller x mermaid!reader
genre: mermaid AU, explicit, fluff, comfort, romance, minors dni
word count: 8.5k
summary: As the man responsible for operating the lighthouse, Joel lives a solitary life on the isolated coast. He has no complaints, enjoying the hauntingly beautiful songs that echo from the sea at night. One stormy night, he rescues a mysterious mermaid tangled in a fishing net. As you recover in the lighthouse, the two form an unlikely bond and find comfort in each other's company.
warnings: mention of joel from time to time visiting a brothel, loneliness, mermaid anatomy things, oral (fem receiving), piv, touch starved!joel and reader, mild breeding kink, squirting
a/n: full disclaimer I made up the mermaid lore, facts and anatomy, the only mermaid romance book I read was goddess of the sea by P.C. Cast and I read that all the way back in high school so I remember very little of it (I think I remember some of the steamy stuff but honestly it's all very vague so if there are any similarities that's why) 🧜♀️🌊
**stunning gif made by fanna aka @pedrorascal 💙
When in darkness look for the light.
Joel heard this at different points in his life. His father, bless his soul, adamant about reminding him that there was always good to be found, even when it didn’t seem like it. When his father passed, Joel thought of the words endlessly. The more he thought about them, the more it made less and less sense to him. What was one supposed to do when the light that was sought didn’t exist? It would’ve made more sense to him if the message was about creating your own light, not depending on another. He would make sure to remember that if he ever had kids.
The lantern in his hand groaned upon placing it on the nearby windowsill. It was a small window, the glass coated in thick dust. He smelled the sea. The salt of it burned his nostrils, the taste lingered on his tongue.
With a practiced hand, Joel reached for the oil lamp, its polished brass surface gleamed in the fading light. He carefully opened the reservoir cap and began pouring the clear, fragrant oil. The room filled with a faint scent. He listened to the waves as he lit the lantern, creating the sole light that guided him up the lighthouse. Joel imagined the violent waters hitting the bedrock. With time, they would all turn into sand. He looked up. The stairs were endless, going round and round. He spotted seaweed and mold in the same places, observed the humidity that darkened the underside of the stairs that barely hung onto the walls.
The small flame on the wick grew, casting an amber light that illuminated the inside. Joel's eyes focused on the growing flame, his gaze steady as he watched the light take hold.
“I’m home,” he said freely, his voice echoing. On the contrary belief, Joel actually had a regular home. He had a stove, a fridge, a bed. But this... this always felt like his true home. The smells, the sounds, the atmosphere, all of it was familiar, hugging him tight as soon as he stepped inside.
He climbed the stairs, his knees starting to ache when he was halfway to the light room. He didn’t stop, only slowed his steps. The air was fresher at the top. More breathable compared to where he was not moments ago.
He reached the top of the staircase, his breaths coming in steady rhythm as he pushed through the burn in his knees. The narrow corridor opened up into the lantern room, and he stepped into the circular chamber.
Joel reached for the mechanism that controlled the rotation. He gave it a gentle turn, feeling the gears engage beneath his touch. The light began to move, its beam sweeping across the darkening sea. The room filled with the rhythmic cadence of the light's rotation.
But that wasn’t the only thing that reached his ears.
A melody that flowed like the ebb and flow of the tides called out to him, guiding him to the clear, towering windows of the lighthouse. Every night he heard it, yet never managed to see the person—or thing—responsible for it. For years it had accompanied him. Another friend that the sea had gifted him to fight the loneliness he felt from time to time. His nose nearly brushed the glass, a chill settling in his bones. Sometimes he thought he heard lyrics as painful as the song itself.
Joel’s brows furrowed when he noticed the thick fog settling above the water. No matter the light he put out into the world, it would be a hard night for captains and crew.
The cadence still heavy in his ear, Joel stepped away from the panes. He picked up his log book and took a seat. He grimaced when the chair groaned under his weight. Joel had placed his desk so he would still have a view of the sea. The brine-laden air filled his lungs as he ruffled through the pages.
Picking up his pen, Joel began to write.
Lighthouse Keeper's Log: Joel M.
Date: October 22, 18XX
Weather: Heavy fog blanketing the coastline, strong easterly wind, temperature 58°F.
Lighting Operations:
Lit the lamp at 18:30 hours.
Due to thick fog, visibility greatly reduced; light rotation pattern altered to emit one long white flash every 20 seconds.
Despite challenging conditions, light remains steadfast in its duty.
Vessel Sightings:
Limited visibility makes it impossible to spot distant vessels.
Unusually rough seas observed, even in the absence of a clear storm. Large waves breaking against the shore; powerful surges felt within the lighthouse.
Remaining emergency supplies: Blankets, dry rations, and signal flares.
Remarks and Notes:
The fog is a thick shroud, obscuring the sea beyond the immediate coastline.
The normally serene cove now a theater of restless energy, waves crashing against the rocks with an almost primal force.
An eerie beauty to the fog and the untamed sea—a reminder of nature's might and mystery.
Life at the Lighthouse:
Dinner of canned beans and bread awaits. Appetite normal.
Joel chewed the inside of his cheek. He tapped his pen against the worn paper before resuming taking his notes.
Heard the song again. It always sounds like it’s in longing for something more.
I’m starting to think I’m making it up from my own loneliness. But I can’t really complain much I picked this life.
He let out a groan. There was some comfort in knowing no one would read these but he didn’t want to sound like a crazy person if someone did end up stumbling across the notes.
Joel leaned back in his chair, extending his legs. His muscles hummed happily at the stretch. He still had to check and make sure what supplies he had left to put in the log, he also needed to make sure no additional repairs were needed. He dragged a heavy palm down his face. Why the hell didn’t he check when he entered the base? Now he had to go down all those stairs again. He loved the lighthouse but hell, he could do with less workout.
With a sigh, he got up and left the room. He descended the narrow spiral staircase that wound its way down into the base of the lighthouse. He carried a lantern to light his way, its feeble glow dancing against the walls. The sound of the crashing waves outside gradually faded into a distant rumble. His unease grew as the melody disappeared completely.
Joel knew the lighthouse like he did the back of his hand. But that didn’t mean the structure even spooked him from time to time. It wasn’t easy being alone in the dark, watching the endless horizon just wondering about life. Hearing the aria subdued those thoughts— the thoughts that made a convincing point that he’s lived an empty life.
Reaching the bottom, Joel stepped into the dimly lit chamber that housed the mechanical workings of the lighthouse. Gears and mechanisms stood in silent vigil, their intricate interplay hidden beneath layers of metal and shadow. The steady tick-tock of the clockwork echoed softly in the confined space.
Setting the lantern on a nearby table, Joel approached the massive gear assembly responsible for the light's rotation. He ran his fingers along the metal surfaces, feeling the vibrations as the gears turned in precise harmony. His trained touch could detect even the slightest irregularity.
A toolbox lay open on the table, its contents glinting in the lantern light. Joel selected a wrench and began to carefully tighten bolts and adjust connections. He moved with the grace of a musician tuning an instrument.
As he worked, his thoughts shifted to his guitar at home. He wanted to play again. Perhaps accompany the song he heard every night. His fingers weren’t as they used to be. It took time to remember how to move them over the strings, the cords, it frustrated him, making it easier to give up as soon as he touched the instrument.
The lantern's glow flickered as Joel adjusted the final cog, ensuring that the gears meshed flawlessly. Satisfied with his work, he stood back and observed the assembly for a moment, watching as the clockwork continued its patient dance.
Then. . . a sound.
An unfamiliar sound. It was followed by a frustrated shout and some wild splashing. Joel stood still, his spine stiff as they came. He thought the sea was playing tricks on him, which was why he remained there. Listening. The sound repeated itself, some colorful curses flying out of the mouth of whoever lingered outside of the lighthouse’s walls.
Joel promptly headed for the door. Whoever it was, it sounded like they needed help. His mind raced. It could’ve been a multitude of things; a shipwreck that led hald conscience crew to the shores, a kid playing past their curfew, a—
. . . a woman entangled in a net.
What?
He stilled, eyes wide with shock. All air was expelled from his lungs, mouth incredibly dry despite the chill that quickly settled in his bones. He blinked over and over, his mind trying to comprehend the sight before him. Waves crashed around her, framing her while she fought against the stubborn net. It’d been a while since Joel was in close proximity to a woman. He wasn’t a hermit, but most of the time he kept to himself, and when he needed a release provided from something other than his hand. . . he earned enough a month to spend on certain services.
She was beautiful. Her back bare and her front hidden, looking like a starfish washed a shore. She struggled again and with a snarl, she flipped over.
Joel’s cheeks warmed, the night chill that settled in his bones quickly dissipated thanks to the sight before him. As if to accommodate the moment, a particularly large wave washed over her, drops of salty water wetting the cuffs of his pants. She only wore a bra—at least that was what Joel assumed it was. It was the same color of a brewing storm, silver that gradually softened as it disappeared into her skin. Stunning.
He swallowed. Temptation fogged his mind, his cock becoming stiff under the thick fabric. He was only a man after all. Joel knew little that could resist someone like her, she was hypnotic. With another swallow, his gaze moved lower. He wondered if the rest of her was just as revealing.
But the rest of her was hidden by the vastness of the sea.
For the better, he thought, cock straining against the zipper. He wouldn’t have touched her, of course, but it would’ve made it harder to think.
And to help her.
Joel's gaze finally met her face, which was equally as beautiful as the rest of her, despite being the target of her unwavering glare.
“Ahoy,” he said, voice thick. His greeting did little in wiping away her untrusting stare. “Uh. . .seems like you’ve gotten yourself in a. . . bind.”
“Funny,” she answered, her voice the complete opposite of the statement. Wrestling against the net, a hiss escaped her lips the moment she tried. “Are you going to help or just make puns, human?”
Human?
Joel raised an eyebrow, being caught in a net would be annoying for sure but it shouldn’t be hurting her. He tilted his head and came closer. She regarded him like a wild animal, her need to flee evident in her eyes. He sighed. “Don’t give me the coyote look, I’m not a canine.”
“I’ll look at you however I want to.”
She moved and when the net brushed against her skin, she winced in pain. Pulling her arms close to her chest, she made an effort to keep from touching it. This time the pain was evident over the contours of her face, prompting worry to cross over his.
“Stop movin’,” he ignored her sharp tongue and knelt next to her. “Is that a barbed net? Shit. We need to cut you out.”
Another wave. A scream.
Panic flared under his skin, without telling her to wait, he jolted inside of the lighthouse. He rummaged through his toolbox and when he came back, Joel noticed the trickle of blood going down her cheek. “Don’t worry,” he said quickly, his body collapsed onto his throbbing knees. “I’ll get you out.”
Her stare grew gentle as he meticulously severed the ropes. Joel's attention was drawn to the cuts and bruises that marred her. He didn’t even know her name but he knew that he hated seeing her like that. So hurt and vulnerable. Another wave washed over them. Joel snarled at the sea, his annoyance growing at the wickedness of his greatest love.
“The name’s Joel,” he grunted and moved down her body, freeing her inch by inch. Her spine turned as rigid as a plank. “Am I hurtin’ you?” he asked, stopping momentarily. He looked up but she wasn’t facing him.
“I-It’s not that,” she said. All of her bite from before had dissolved like foams upon the sea. “My. . .lower half got caught up badly when I tried to break free. It—It might be too gruesome to see, so just give me the cutters and you can go.”
Joel scoffed. As if he would let her do this by herself. “If you’re hurt that bad all the more reason to stay and help you, honey. Just stay still.”
“But—”
“Stay still,” he ordered. Joel spread his finger across her lower back. He was surprised to find her skin so cold. He needed to free her and wrap a blanket around her ASAP.
One by one, he cut through the net, more of her exposed to him. It almost felt like he shouldn’t be seeing such a sight. It didn’t matter though, he’d help her no matter what— he’d decided on that the first moment he laid his eyes on her. His hand moved downward, pinning her to the spot, maintaining her still. She let out a gasp, one laced with fear. Joel didn’t understand why.
He shook his head and pressed on.
Only when he lowered his gaze back down did he feel it. The smooth, leathery texture of her skin. It was slippery, soft. . . scaled. It took his eyes a moment to process. Subtle around her waist, the color became more pronounced as it extended downward. Scales. Beautiful scales that shined under the moonlight. It was the same color as her bra, gray that cheated its way to a light shade of blue. Joel swore he saw some gold scattered in there as well.
He stopped moving—hell, he stopped breathing.
“You noticed,” she said simply. Joel’s head snapped towards the voice, the tips of his ears red.
“What—” he shook his head. “Are you a fuckin’ mermaid?”
Silence.
“. . . maybe.”
“Don’t pull my leg, girl,” he warned. The words didn’t match his tone. Joel was simply in awe, his mind more of a mess. “I can see your damn scales as clear as day.”
“Then why are you asking?” she snapped. “Could you please just help me out? It hurts.”
“I was just curious,” Joel grunted, voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t say anything else and continued in silence. When she was free, he threw the net toward the lighthouse. He would discard it later. “Now what?”
“Now,” she answered, the first smile gracing her lips. “I leave. Thank you.”
Joel couldn’t deny the selfish throb of his heart. He had so many questions he wanted to ask. He wanted her to stay—wanted her to want to stay. With him. Why was that he didn’t know. A cold gust of wind blew while he watched. The mermaid turned to swim away, and as she did Joel didn’t miss the small tell tales of pain.
He saw blood. It turned the sea into a nasty color. The words clawed up to his throat, he pushed them back as much as he could.
Stay.
He wanted to shout but couldn’t. It wasn’t his place.
Luckily, fate was on his side tonight.
She couldn’t move her tail, every movement like knives into her meaty flesh. The waves slowly brought her back to shore, like a gift.
Her, however, didn’t share his enthusiasm. Tears built in her eyes, again, Joel could swear he saw golden specks in them.
“I have a place,” he said. “A secret place you can stay until you heal. I have supplies.” when she didn’t seem convinced, he added. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
A male. A human male.
A man.
The notion still escaped you, his hands one of a gentle giant’s as he carried you down the treacherous steps. He didn’t attempt to steal your gaze no matter how long you stared at him. And no matter the pain, you couldn’t stop. There was a roughness to his features, his appearance rugged with lines deepened by time drawn over his face. You observed the grays in his hair, in his beard. Witnessed the divot in the middle of his bottom lip, so full for a man seemingly unbothered by what you were.
No matter how strong or wise, to see a creature that was believed to be none other than myth must’ve come as a shock.
But you remained silent.
So did he.
You settled on observing your surroundings. Nestled beneath the weathered stone foundation of the lighthouse, smooth walls resided, etched over centuries by the relentless caress of the sea, glistened as if adorned by a myriad of precious gems. The low ceiling, curved and worn, hinted at the gentle erosion that had sculpted this intimate haven.
The passage meandered downward, its narrowness opening into a grand expanse that drew a gasp from your numb lips. The chamber widened into an awe-inspiring grotto. Stalactites and stalagmites formed natural columns that reached toward each other as if yearning for an embrace. The rhythmic lullaby of waves filtered through unseen crevices.
At the heart of the chamber, a crystalline pool shimmered in shades of sapphire and emerald. Slender rays of moonlight, filtered through a labyrinth of underwater tunnels. An intricately woven nest of dried seaweed laid upon the surface, the smell of it reminiscent of home.
However, you weren’t one to lower your guard so easily. No matter how pretty the prison was.
Still in his arms, you shoot him a look of untrust. The fingers that gingerly held you tensed, blunt nails slightly digging into your wounded flesh. “Don’t give me that look,” he grumbled, averting his gaze. “It’s connected to the sea, you can leave whenever you want. . . or escape, if you would prefer to put it that way,” he walked to where the sea connected to the earth. “It’s completely closed off to the outside. If someone wants to find this place they’ll have to go into the lighthouse first and well,” he turned sheepish, red coloring his cheeks. “No one does.”
“That’s kinda sad,” you remarked. You didn’t ignore the twinge of sadness coiling your heart. “You don’t have a family?”
“No,” he answered. You didn’t expect to hear the rasp of his voice, the same tone when you dragged your finger through the rough gravel of the shores. He still refused to meet your gaze. “So. . . you’ll be safe. You don’t need to worry.”
Joel gently lowered you into the sea, his legs half-submerged in the water. As salt touched the wounds, an incoming hiss grated against your throat, and pain bloomed, spreading through your tail.
You discerned the sound of his pulse racing beneath the cloak of his human flesh and bone. When you turned to look, you found him both mesmerized and distressed.
“Can I bring you medicine?” he frowned when your gaze turned into one of amusement. “What? Don’t mermaids need medicine?”
“Not for something like this,” you grinned. You thread your fingers in the water, careful not to move your tail as much as you moved to lay face first on the shore. “The sea will heal me. It hurts, but the wounds aren’t big enough that it would require external help.”
Defeated, he shook his head, “If you say so, sweetheart.”
You watched as he balled his hands into fists and released them. He repeated the motion over and over until he prepared to leave. Your eyebrows raised. He wanted to take care of you, ached for the companionship the close proximity would force upon them. Surprisingly, you felt bad. You’ve seen this lighthouse a million times, never once you thought such a sad man would be on the other side of cold walls. You sucked a sharp breath and decided to throw him a bone.
“I will need food,” you called out, stopping him in his tracks. His shoulders raised, you swore if he were a dog his ears would be standing with attention. You swiped a tongue over your bottom lip, a bit of life in them now that you were in the water, he had a strong back, wide shoulders that any creature would admire.
“What d’you eat?”
You smiled, “Anything really. I’m not picky.”
He turned then, he seemed so large in front of the narrow path that would lead up to the lighthouse. “What about fish?”
“Unlike what your fairytales might entail, we do eat fish,” you answered with a burst of laughter.
You laughed again when the crease between his brows deepened. He wrinkled his nose, “Feels wrong.”
Despite his words, he looked lightened by your laughter, something like adoration swimming in his eyes.
You shrugged and shuffled further into the water. It signaled the end of the conversation, prompting Joel to disappear back into the depressing labyrinth of the lighthouse. With a sigh, you turned your back, staring at the ceiling. You wondered how long you’d have to stay here. You had wrinkled your nose at the medicine that was offered, yet you knew it wouldn’t be a speedy recovery.
You sighed again, disappearing into the water. You watched as the last of your oxygen formed bubbles that head to the surface, your gills starting to expand. The image of the stalactites became distorted, the moonlight that touched the soft waves bouncing around in the water.
You really shouldn’t be complaining. At least the human who found you seemed to be a good one unlike the many you’ve seen during the centuries you lived.
The ache in your tail growing tender, you closed your eyes.
Joel, despite his imposing ruggedness, was quite nurturing. As the day passed, you noticed that he began to regard you with a sense of purpose. He went back home during the days, only to come back with heaping amounts of food and water.
He never did bring you fish though, which made you giggle whenever you thought of it.
“You don’t drink water.” Joel had said it as a statement rather than a question. You nodded and pushed a plump grape between your lips. The salt from your skin coated the fruit, highlighting the flavor.
“I don’t.”
“Is there somethin’ else that you drink? I can try to find it for you,” he said thoughtfully. His eyes met yours, your grin making him short of breath. He looked away, something that he commonly did whenever he was frustrated. And you noticed how easy it was to rile him up whenever you stretched, the sheer scales that covered your breasts almost sheer. You thoroughly enjoyed his gaping mouth and lustful gaze. You wondered when was the last time this man was touched.
"Drinking water, as you know it on land, is quite different for me beneath the waves," you explained with a playful glint in your eyes. "You see, our world is a delicate balance of salt and currents, and our bodies have adapted to it."
You gestured gracefully to the shimmering water around you, your tail swaying gently with the motion of the still water. "When I need water, I don't sip from a cup or a stream. Instead, I have a connection with the sea itself. Just as your body knows how to breathe without thinking, my tail and skin allow water to flow through."
"Imagine this," you continued. "In the embrace of the ocean, my body senses the ebb and flow of the tides, the salt and minerals suspended in every drop. When I need hydration, my skin and scales absorb the sea's essence, drawing it into my very being."
You leaned closer, lips an inch away from his, your voice a mesmerizing cadence. Joel’s breath hitched, his chest expanding with each word whispered. He licked his lips, your eyes dropping to observe the movement. You imagined that same tongue sinking into your mouth, licking the salt. A shudder crawled up your spine, your breasts feeling tender and heavy. "So, you see, I drink in a way that's in tune with the rhythm of the sea, a silent conversation with the waves themselves. It's a connection, a dance of existence that ties me to the world I call home."
“Do you miss it?”
The question took you by surprise and you blinked rapidly, “What?”
“Your home?”
“I—” Such a perceptive man. It surprised you. “The sea is my home. I’m never apart from it,” you said, shaking your head. A soft smile touched your lips.
“What about where you were born?” he pressed. “Your family? Friends?”
“So many questions,” you hummed. And, with a burst of confidence, you touched his cheek. Him leaning into the touch was something you hadn’t expected. “I’m not to go back.”
“You were banished?”
“I left.” it looked like he was about to ask more. Before he could, you pressed your thumb against his lips, feeling his warmth, his whole body grew rigid but didn’t pull away. “Too many rules,” you explained. “Not a very fun place to live.”
With a graceful flick of your tail, you returned to the water, leaving a glistening trail of droplets in your wake. You vanished beneath the surface, you waited a moment and look up. There he was, leaning further into the water. Trying to capture a glimpse of the mythical creature he was nursing to health—
Propelling yourself with a force gentle enough that wouldn’t re-open the wounds, you broke through the surface and wrapped your arms around his neck. He let out a yelp as you pulled him under, bubbles caressing your bodies, rushing to escape the sea. Joel’s eyes went wide, panic lingering in the depths. You met his gaze and smiled, his heartbeat was muffled yet loud under the water. In order to calm him, you placed an open palm right above that frantically beating heart, closing your eyes, you willed your emotions over him. Calmness. Serenity.
You’re safe with me, Joel. The only one of your kind that can say that.
He heard you. You watched the panic melt away from his gaze, replacing it with shock. Normally, if he was a merman himself, he’d be able to answer. Something tugged at your heartstrings, your gaze falling to the depths of the water.
You felt his hands cup your waist, instinctively pulling you closer to him. He was firm, warm against your chest. To be touched. . . you missed it. Like he did when you cupped his cheek, you nuzzled closer to him. Your breasts flushed over the planes of his body, your nipples tight as they grazed against the fabric of his shirt.
Warmth.
You chased it. Ached for it. He seemed to be the same. His fingers denting your flesh, his arousal hard over your stomach. You would’ve allowed him anything in that moment. For him to kiss you, hold you, fuck you— you’d grant him anything, like a genie in a bottle.
But, nonetheless, he was human. And humans needed air no matter how strongly they fought against it.
His eyes became apologetic, brows furrowing. He gestured up and you shook your head, prompting confusion to cross his face.
Mermaids were known to take human lovers. They would usually transform once a month to head for the shores. No one wanted to share more of themselves than they had to. Their world was a secret to be kept, an unspoken rule they all knew since birth. Looking at him, you knew he was at his last drops of oxygen. His cheeks were puffed up, eyes questioning your motives.
Evolution had granted your kind one more gift—the gift of life.
Your hands slid up his chest, your fingers bunched the collar of his shirt, you tugged the fabric. The sound of the currents flooded your ears. You felt your gills expand. Joel was unaware, he brushed your lips together, eyes coming to a close.
A kiss. A simple kiss.
His lips parted alongside yours, his tongue curious. You met him halfway and slanted your mouth over his, closing the gap entirely.
You breathed air into him. Filling his lungs with oxygen. Your gills quivered at how much was needed for him to make this moment last. His chest dilated and Joel finally opened his eyes. With a smile, you pulled back, dragging your lips down to his neck instead. Slightly embarrassed of what he might think of it.
His fingers curled under your chin, pulling you back up so you’d face him. You laughed when Joel attempted to ask his questions with nothing other than his eyes.
You didn’t answer this time, only shrugged. His lips broke into an exasperated smile and despite the lack of it, you felt the air around you crackling, arousal pouring between your legs and mixing with the sea.
Joel pulled you towards his lips once more. Eager for another taste.
She was sleeping.
Joel’s steps were feather-light as he approached her, his guitar in hand. He’d foolishly mentioned how he was trying to remember and her eyes had gone wide with excitement, asking him to bring it over. But since she was sleeping, he decided not to bother her with it and gently placed the instrument aside.
He asked about it once, how her kind slept, apparently, they would drift to sleep underwater most of the time. That’s where they felt safest. He didn’t pry on the matter but could hear a hint of hurt lingering under her words.
So, when he first saw her sleeping, his heart had warmed at the sight.
Right now was no different. His gut felt oddly warm, his heart swelling in his chest, everything feeling a bit too tight.
They hadn’t talked about the kiss—or the touches for that matter.
Again, he hadn’t pressed for answers. He wasn’t sure what good they would do anyway. They were a part of different worlds, different species, how would it work?
Joel tilted his head to the side.
Seriously how would it work? She didn’t have. . . well. . . a vagina. At least not one he could see.
Did she lay eggs?
Joel blanked at the thought. They drank like fish so who was to say that they didn’t procreate like them too?
He violently shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking about that, it was none of his goddamn business. With his mind feeling clearer, his eyes roamed over her sleeping figure. She was a silent sleeper. Her hands were tucked under her head, most of her tail submerged beneath the water, flowing freely with the soft ripples of water. All he wanted to do was to kneel beside her and stroke her hair, her body that seemed soft and supple.
Joel managed to do half of what he wanted. He took a seat near her, the gravel crunching under his weight, her breathing more audible now that he was close.
It’d been almost a month since he found her entangled within the nasty fisher’s net. He didn’t know how long it took mermaids to heal but he had a sneaking suspicion that she had. His mouth dried, a sudden uncomfort riling his stomach. He was afraid she was staying here for his sake. To spare his feelings. That notion just didn’t sit right with him. It was unfair to her, and, in some ways, it was unfair to him. He didn’t believe a creature like her would want to stay with an old man like him. He had nothing to offer. No land, no money, no nothing.
Only the lighthouse.
The kiss had been one of convenience, he told himself almost every night, stroking himself while replaying the moment over and over. He hadn’t visited the brothel since. None of them could compare to how she made him feel, and he doubt he’d go even after she left.
“You’re thinking loud,” a murmur came from next to him. She stirred and flipped to her back, eyes finding his a second later. Joel could see her dreams still glimmering in her eyes, adding a shine. Her brows furrowed when his gaze lingered longer than it should have. “What?”
“Nothin’,” he answered. “I brought the guitar.”
“Really?” she was suddenly wide away, her upper hand lifting and tail splashing as she came to a sitting position. “Will you play for me?”
Despite himself, he grinned, “That’s why I brought it, sweetheart.”
He reached out and picked it up. When he returned, he caught her eyes on the exposed skin of his stomach, her lips parted. Briefly, her gaze found his.
“I—um—” she looked away, bottom lip sucked between her teeth. “I know some songs so maybe I can join your playing.”
Something flickered inside of him—a familiarity he couldn’t quite place.
“That sounds lovely,” he balanced the guitar over his lap and strummed a couple of strings, their sound filling the cave. His gaze expectant as he looked back at her. “Go on now, don’t be shy.”
She puffed her cheeks, huffing with annoyance, “That’s not fair, I said I would join you, not the other way around.”
“You’re breakin’ my heart,” with a fixed gaze, his eyes grew soft and he smiled. “Please?”
With a sigh she shifted closer, her tail swaying with an elegant fluidity. Her voice, when it finally graced the air, was hauntingly beautiful—a melody that seemed to bridge the gap between the human world and the mysteries of the sea. The lyrics spoke of lost homes and forgotten dreams, of endless depths and aching hearts. It was a song of longing and solitude, a mournful tale that seemed to capture the very essence of her existence.
As she sang, Joel's fingers moved deftly across the strings of his guitar, weaving his own notes into the fabric of her song. The cave's quiet embrace amplified the sound of his guitar, each note resonating against the walls. The music swirled around them, an unspoken conversation between two souls who had found an unexpected connection.
He watched her, the soft glow of the cave reflecting in her eyes as she sang. Her voice carried a weight that tugged at his heart, stirring emotions he had long kept buried.
Without thinking, Joel's voice joined hers, his rough yet tender tones intertwining with her song. As their voices merged, the cave seemed to come alive, the walls reverberating with the bittersweet harmony of their duet.
In the midst of the music, a memory began to surface—the melody she sang felt achingly familiar. He strummed the guitar with increasing fervor, his fingers dancing across the strings as he tried to match the rhythm of her song.
And then it hit him—the realization that sent a shiver down his spine.
It was her.
The sound that accompanied him every night.
The sound that kept him sane.
The sound that made him feel less alone. Less broken.
The sound of an old friend.
It was her. It had always been her.
Joel suddenly stopped, his eyes wide and lips agape as he just. . .stared at her. She was lost in her song, only noticing the loss of the soulful sound of the guitar moments later. Joel watched her blink with confusion, on edge, thanks to his gaze. “It’s you,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “You’re the song.”
“I’m. . .what?”
Wanting her to understand as soon as possible, Joel began humming the melody every part of him had grown accustomed to. He went on until her features shifted from confusion to recognition, a hand coming to cover her mouth.
“You heard me?” she whispered.
“I did,” he swallowed. “Every night.”
Joel didn’t waste any more time. He held her gently by the neck, feeling her pulse as he crashed their lips together. He licked himself deep into her mouth and tasted the sea on her tongue. Her hands limply pawed his chest, bunching his shirt between delicate fingers.
Her moans were even more beautiful than her song.
He couldn’t get enough of it. His mouth devoured her, eating her alive with every fat swipe of his tongue. Her moans were swallowed by him. She was pliant, body trembling against his, desperate in the way she allowed herself to be consumed. Her breath stuttered as he cupped her breasts, the scale that covered them slowly sinking into her skin, leaving her bare to his tongue.
Joel wanted no time in lowering himself, sucking the pebbled flesh between his lips. He swirled his tongue and nipped her with sharp teeth. She thread her fingers through his hair, pulled him closer. Joel looked at her between heavy lashes. Her breathing was frantic, her heart like a hummingbird’s in her chest. He pushed her tits together, dragged his tongue quickly from one swollen nipple to the other, she threw her head back with a wanton moan, the sound bouncing off of the walls.
He felt the sting of her nails on his shoulders. Her trails thrashed against the calm waters and his one hand slid down to where the scales began. Joel never felt them properly before. He cupped the area where her ass would be if she were human, the pads of his finger digging into her flesh. She seemed to enjoy that. Her body shuddered, her scales growing wetter by the second.
Joel parted from her chest with a pop, his lips were damp and a string of saliva followed him. “How does this work?” he asked, voice nothing but gravel.
Still in a haze, she blinked. Confused. A smug smile tugged at his lips, pride, and cock swelling simultaneously. Finally, when she understood, she took his hand and led it down to her front. Joel didn’t look. He wanted to memorize her face instead, engraving every part of her into memory. As he was preoccupied, he felt it, an opening similar to a human woman’s. She still held her wrist while he explored. He traced the lips, the wetness between them.
Her eyes rolled back when he brushed against the crown of her cunt, a throbbing pearl hidden. “Joel,” she breathed. “Again, please.”
He nuzzled her neck and laid a kiss. “You’re not that different from your human counterpart it seems,” he murmured, goosebumps rising where his lips touched. “I want to eat this pretty cunt out, sweetheart. Let me taste you.”
She nodded hazily, eyes clouded by lust. Joel splayed her over the shore, the bottom half of her tail still lazily moving under the water. He didn’t care about getting wet. Moving down, he straddled her and looked down.
The breath got knocked out of him.
Her hands were on each side of her head above the gravel, her chest raising up and down heavily as she looked up at him, gaze half-lidded. Joel’s gaze traveled lower. Just like he imagined, there was an opening a bit lower from where her tail started. The gaps between the scales had become almost non-existing, accommodating the perfect cunt that’d blossomed for him. It was wet. Glistening. He went down on his elbows, his mouth watering at the sight of it trembling.
“So pretty,” he rasped. “Gonna fuckin’ devour you, honey.”
He pressed his lips hungrily, tongue delving between her folds and tasting her from within. He didn’t separate as he moved his jaw. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed his tongue, begging him for more. Joel obliged, dragging his mouth up and down and purposefully bumping her clit with the curve of his nose.
She was so darn wet. Soaked. He heard whimpers of his name but he was too far gone to grace the pleas with a response. Joel closed his lips around her clit and sucked, applying pressure with a pointed tongue. His fingers joined in on the fun, he pushed them in knuckle deep, scissoring them as he drew circles over the throbbing bundle of nerves.
“That’s it,” he hummed, his breath warm against her core. “Fall apart for me, sweet temptress.”
It was too much, too fast.
His tongue was merciless, his words like a honeyed poison. Your mind was nothing but a haze. The world around you is left spinning. You didn’t remember the last time someone had you like this, so hungry and desperate. All you could do was beg for more. His fingers were thick and long inside of you, pressing harder and harder until he reached the spot that made you see stars.
It didn’t take you long after that. His tongue flat over your clit, you felt your muscles begin to tighten, your scales practically vibrating in answer to the strokes of his mouth.
His hand moved to the side of your face as he increased the pressure with his tongue, making you moan and thrust your hips against him. Your body was his to control and it responded eagerly to each touch, kiss, and lick. As his lips pressed harder and deeper, his mouth moving sloppily, your breathing began to quicken, your heart pounding in your ears amidst the sound of the waves lapping against your tail.
He moaned into your pussy, your ears narrowed on the sound, forgetting all else. Feeling your slick becoming heavy on his tongue, he repeated the sound and your chest heaved, beasts tingling. You could feel your entire body tensing up, your fingers gripping his wet hair for leverage as you shuddered and exploded in his arms. Your muscles tightened and quaked against him as his jaw and tongue continued their wicked work until finally, mercifully, you were released and slipped off the edge into the depths of rapturous bliss. A squirt of wetness soaked them both, filling his mouth and making a mess of his plump lips.
Your world stilled and your eyes rolled back in your head as you lay there in his arms, savoring every second of nirvana that his tongue had so generously gifted to you. He didn’t stop until you were tugging at his hair. Joel did so with a soft growl, his gaze dark as he faced you, a wicked hunger still clouding his eyes. His hair still tight between your fingers, he parted his lips, and a string of saliva fell in a vicious drip from his tongue. You shuddered. Never breaking his gaze, he delved his fingers between the delicate folds and spread the mess he made. Debouched, was the only this you were able to think about.
This man was every bit of hungry as you were.
“Joel,” you whined upon feeling your arousal rapidly building between your legs once more. “I want to feel you.” you swallowed. “Want your cock.”
“Say that again, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Convince me how bad you want it.”
You weren't sure what to do, but you humored him anyway. Crunching up, you met him halfway in a wet kiss. “I want you to split me into two, Joel,” you whispered into his lips. “Want to feel the stretch of your cock. Want to feel that it’s real. I want you to fuck me so good that you’ll be spilling out of me as you take me again,” you dragged your lips down his throat. He was shaking. “Again,” a kiss. “And again. . .”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “So filthy for such a pretty thing.”
“Joel,” you whispered, ignoring him. You cupped his cock through his jeans and began to stroke him. His forehead fell to your shoulder, hips canting shallowly into your wanting palm. “Prove to me that humans can fuck just as well.”
You’re not sure what it was—Jealousy? Pride? Whatever you said that got under his skin, you were glad.
Joel pinned you to the gravel, his rough hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist. He stroked where the scales began, sending tremors and tingles up your body. He freed himself of his belt with one skilled hand and pulled out his cock. The tip glistened, precome still oozing from the tip. Your mouth watered. For a human, he was rather blessed. He eagerly stroked himself over you, his cock jutting from his fist. You warmed at the sight, slick wetting the inside of your thighs and adding to the mess. You couldn’t help it. There was just something so incredibly erotic about a man fucking his fist. It felt so primal. So instinctive about it.
He pushed into you with a clipped groan, the movement almost punishing. Your insides clenched and all the air in your lungs seemed to desert you by the force of the thrust. Looking down at you, Joel smiled. The curl of his lips menacing and taunting. He pulled back agonizingly slow before he was rutting back into your spasming hole. You let out a sound between a hiss and a moan. His glee only seemed to heighten when you held on to his biceps, grounding yourself against the rock of his hips.
“What’d you say, sweetheart?” he said, tone laced with venom. You were in a thick haze of lust, your mind finding trouble understanding his words. When you couldn’t answer, he slammed harder into the tight fist of your cunt. Your body drooled all over him and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Can humans fuck?” he said cruelly.
Your mind was scattered. Especially when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh. His fingers began to move down your tail where the scales were most sensitive. Joel didn’t know this. As he skimmed a line back up with blunt nails, he was taken aback to feel you gripping him tight, slickness flowing from you like a broken fountain.
Your lungs burned. Your body nothing for of aflame. A strangled moan left him, the tightness of your cunt forcing him to slow. “Holy shit,” he moaned, jaw slack. “What the fuck—” His eyes went to meet yours only to find you hidden under your hands. An adorning smile grazed his face. “Hey, look at me,” he said and rolled his hips as an incentive. A short breath parted your lips. You lowered your hands, eyes tearing as you met his gaze. “Why so embarrassed darlin’? That was fuckin’ hot.”
You didn’t answer. Not enjoying your silence, Joel again grazed your scales with his nails. He nearly came when you squeezed around him again, forcing the hitch of his breath. “You like when I do that?” he murmured.
“Y-Yeah,” you answered. “They become sensitive during intercourse.”
“Interestin’,” he hummed, looking down to where his cock was still buried deep. Keeping your hips pinned, he pulled out and grinded his cock over your tail instead. Your eyes grew wide from where it was glued. He made a delicious mess of the scales, slick and precome staining the vibrant blue and gray. Pleasure rippled across your tail and your brows furrowed, your expression melting in bliss.
“I could stare at your face forever,” he muttered. “I don’t think I ever seen such a fucked out expression.”
Heat gathered under your cheeks but honestly, you couldn’t really focus on it. Joel slipped back inside of you, despite how wet you were, you could still feel him stretching you wide. And with every wild thrust, he managed to get deeper and deeper. His cock pulsed, fingers now a constant pressure on your sensitive tail, “Gonna come,” he moaned, eyelids fluttering. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close until you felt the entirety of the man’s weight.
You wanted to feel him dripping out of you and you made your message clear by holding him in place. He was vocal where his face was buried in your neck. Tongue and teeth abusing the skin. His movements were rapid, the sound of skin against skin echoed, cock pressing hard into your heat. He fucked you until he stole his third orgasm from you, it felt like a jolt of electricity, your slick coating his length and dripping down. It was so overwhelming that you bit where his neck met his shoulder. You ignored the fact that this marked him as yours, and that the mark of a mermaid would last for weeks.
Joel didn’t mind the pain. In fact, it spurred him on. He whined into your skin, hammering until he spilled into you, filling you until it was spilling from where he was stretching you. The way you fluttered and clenched was too much for him, he fucked his come back into you, hearing it make those sloppy wet gushing noises against his hips. He drove his hips forward until there was nothing left of him. His moans bounced off of clenched teeth.
And when your arms fell back to the gravel, limp with pleasure, he stopped.
You sighed happily at the touch of his lips over your heated skin. He kissed a trail down to your breasts, kissing each one, his softening cock slipped out of you and he went lower. Kisses and licks on your stomach and lastly one placed on your trembling mound.
Your hands hastily pulled him back up for a long, lazy kiss. It was full of emotion, each swipe of your tongue conveying something else. Gratitude, pleasure, love.
“You’re healed aren’t you?” he murmured against your lips.
“Yes.”
A beat of silence.
“Now what?”
“Now,” you sigh. “I leave.” A humorless, bitter chuckle left your lips. “But I really don’t want to.”
He answered almost immediately, “Then don’t.”
Joel pulled back to look at you, his gaze warm like the sun dancing above waves. You let out a sigh. Just like the sun, the look was also blinding. “I can’t live in this cave forever.”
His brows drew together with confusion and you worried that perhaps you accidentally said something else. He shook his head, “Who said anythin’ about livin’ in this cave?” Joel’s lips curled in amusement in answer to your shocked expression. “You were already livin’ close to the lighthouse, weren’t you? You can come and visit. And I can visit the shores more often, As long as you’re not on the other side of the sea, we can be together.”
He looked at you expectantly, and when your silence grew, so did his doubts. “Right?” he asked.
“Right,” you repeated. You giggled at his relieved expression and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I don’t know why I just assumed I’d have to live here. Like some sort of weird prison.”
“Hmmm,” Joel smiled dragging his nose down from your temple to your cheek. He pulled you close and you laid your head over the expanse of his chest. “I guess I just fucked you that good.”
“Don’t get so full of yourself. I was just taken by surprise.”
“Sure, honey,” he answered, smile widening into a grin. “Whatever you say so.”
(i made this moodboard before fanna's stunning bday gift to me which is the gif above but I adore this mood board so I decided to put it here thank you for reading xx)
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x mermaid!reader#mermaid!reader#mermaid au#the last of us fanfiction#tlou fanfic#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal character fanfiction#joel miller x fem!reader
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Rough waters
Literally what is that name?
Clarisse la rue x mermaid!fem!reader
Very certain the perspectives makes sense, but may not.
It switches between what reader and what Clarisse are thinking and doing but is always in readers perspective, if parts are wrong, don’t be afraid to let me know.
Sorry about the ending I think it’s kinda shit.
Warnings:
Mentions of past trauma, protective siblings, eventually protective!Clarisse, poor writing, drowning, cannon typical violence, Clarisse isn’t toxic to reader for once 🥰🤩, implied nudity (the mermaids become human at one point and don’t really have clothing but it’s normal to them, they don’t expect any humans to actually see them and I’m not describing anything), mentions of anxiety and loneliness
Clarisse knew there were plenty of mythical creatures living in the forest and waters surrounding camp halfblood, but she had never realised the lake also habituated mermaids, and especially not pretty ones…
Clarisse hadn’t properly seen all of the creatures in the forest surrounding camp half blood drying her stay, mainly because a lot wouldn’t be very favourable to half bloods invading their space.
But she believed she at least knew of most of the other inhabitants of the camp, Chiron made sure to make all the campers aware of which to avoid and which would be keeping and eye on them and stopping them from misbehaving, so she assumed he wouldn’t miss any out.
It wasn’t till the middle of summer she learnt that mermaids lived in the camp lake, hiding away from the halfbloods and only surfacing when they knew nobody was about.
It had been hot the day she’s first seen them, she noticed someone swimming near the rocks while they were meant to be training.
Clarisses younger sister had gone to the toilet half an hour ago and hadn’t been seen since and she thought that it must be her in the waters, skiving to have fun instead of her punishment for their recent loss in capture the flag.
She stormed over towards the figure, expecting her sister to appear clearer as she got closer, only to realise it wasn’t her sister at all, and this person didn’t appear to have legs.
She watched from afar at first, listening and looking to see if she could approach any further.
She had seen you, laying by the side of the beach, your tail laid in the water while the top half of you lounged in the sun on the rock side.
Your eyes were shut, sun bathing and relaxing while what looked like your brother, sat on the rock to your side, watching over the lot of you.
Your sisters were through the bushes, chatting and dancing around, their tails now gone and replaced with legs, and carrying them through the small area of forest they dared venture in.
She watched you for a while, standing hidden behind the trees, looking at your face which rested on your hands and shifted every-once in a while, watching your tail flicker and flow around in the water.
She wasn’t sure how long she was there, observing and waiting for you to do something, but she was shaken out of her thoughts when she heard your sister shouting your name. Waking you up and telling you that they were all leaving.
“Come on y/n” your brother told you as you woke up, “we’re going back”
“I’ll stay a little longer” you responded in a mumble groggily, resting your head back down on your arms again and turning away from your siblings.
Your sister dived into the water then, swimming back up to the surface to splash you with water, laughing, “come on, you’ve done enough sunbathing for today”
You splashed your tail in the water in response, hitting her with water and causing her to swim backwards and grumble.
“I don’t want to, I’ll leave later” you responded rolling your eyes and then closing them.
“We’re not leaving you out here alone” your brother stated simply, raising his eyebrows at you as you ignored him.
“I’ll be fine, promise” you stated, before pushing yourself up and around to face him in annoyance, “I swear, I’ll be fine, I’m sitting by the water, if anyone comes by I can just swim off”
Clarisse knew then it would be a bad idea to try talk to you. But she couldn’t help but want to, she hadn’t felt this way about anyone before, especially not by just looking at them.
She thought about it, and she wondered if maybe it was because you were a mermaid, like how the Aphrodite girls could make people fall in love with them with their charmspeak, perhaps you had a natural version of that?
She had heard of sirens before, tempting people to their deaths with their voices, making people fall so deeply in love with them they loose their senses.
Perhaps you were one of those. Well perhaps not a siren, while there were some dangerous creatures when provoked in the forest, Chiron would never allow sirens to lure campers to their deaths.
But a mermaid that made people fall in love with them? She supposed that made sense.
Yes, that had to be it, it was the only reason why she felt so compelled to watch you, to have the need to speak, to you to kiss you.
“Honest, I’ll be fine” you reassured again, one of the girls in the water, rolling their eyes and finally swimming off.
“Scream if you need help” the boy said in full seriousness, causing you to laugh at his behaviour.
“Oh stop being so dramatic” your sister spoke laughing, giving you a quick grin and diving into the lake.
“I will” you responded as you turned back around to go back to resting, ignoring your brothers overprotectiveness and letting him swim off.
You knew he had reason to be worried, all of you had a distaste for humans and halfbloods, but he knew you particularly had a big fear of them.
You had good reason to be, humans could be cruel, halfbloods in particular, some of them were bitter and hateful, their parents habits reflecting on children they hardly raised.
You’d experienced this cruelty first hand, and ever since, your siblings had been more protective over you, especially when you ventured to the shores of the lake you lived in.
Of course, not all halfbloods were like this, but it didn’t make you any less cautious, hiding in the hidden parts of the shore and avoiding them like the plague.
The only time you voluntarily spent time near halfbloods was when you were trying to save them. Being the one out of your siblings that tended to save the younger children from drowning the most.
You found when they couldn’t breathe, they were much nicer to be around.
You had calmed down again on your rock, relaxing under the sun on such a nice day, you stayed still there for quite a while before you heard a noise.
Clarisse hadn’t meant to step on anything, infact she was normally quite agile.
She had deciding to leave, realising it was beyond creepy that she had been staring at you in silence for as long as she had and that her siblings would be waiting for her, but stepped on a twig as she took her first step.
You jumped up quickly, turning to look around you in fear, noticing her in the trees, frozen with a pained expression on her face.
You went to jump away, flinching as she turned to face you beginning to apologise.
“W-wait stop, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that” Clarisse stuttered out, she didn’t know what was wrong with her, she never stuttered.
“I swear I’m not gonna hurt you…I just saw you in the distance and decided to see who was by the lake during training.
Against your better judgement, you stayed for a moment, watching and listening to her with wide eyes.
Clarisse could tell you were scared, despite the warmth you shook, and your hands clenched together onto one rock.
“I didn’t mean to scare you” Clarisse gently told you, “my names Clarisse…what’s your name?”
“I know what your name is” you mumbled, watching the girl like a hawk.
“You do?”
“You make the children do pushups by the lake” you stated quietly like it was obvious as to why she knew of you.
She looked confused at that, how many things must you have seen and she didn’t even know you were there for.
“You were there last week too” you told her, “you screamed”
Clarisse certainly didn’t need help to work out what the girl meant, everyone in camp had heard her scream, and everyone had been receiving the brunt of her anger since her spear had been broken by the new son of Poseidon.
After a long pause, you finally told her your name, Clarisse could tell you had relaxed a little, inching back to where you had originally sat rather than the edge of the rock as far as you could get from her.
You both chatted for a while, Clarisse with lots of questions and explanations, and you with short answers that slowly got a little longer.
You opened up as the time went on, still cautious but somewhat excited to have a friend that wasn’t one of your brothers or sisters.
Eventually you both decide it was time for you to go, both needing to get back to your siblings waiting on you, but Clarisse, not wanting to never see you again after this point, asked to meet again the next day.
Neither of you told anyone about your daily meet ups, you knew your siblings wouldn’t approve, stopping you from going up to the surface for a long time.
Clarisse knew she’d never tell anyone else, word would reach everyone in camp about a family of mermaids living in the lake in a matter of hours.
She also knew you had a large fear of other people. It was clear something had happened to you, and she had a feeling it had something to do with the camper that washed up to shore last summer.
She’d not gotten specifics from you, she always tried not to push you too far but she was so curious. She just put two and two together. The boy was horrid, rude to girls and she even had a couple of her younger sisters complain to her about him in the past, he wasn’t exactly missed by anyone when they found out he had drowned.
Of course she didn’t think you had done anything to him, not intentionally at least. you didn’t seem like you could even touch a half blood without trying to swim as far as you could.
However after observing your siblings around you for only a few minutes, she got the feeling they could certainly have been apart of it.
She knew she couldn’t let any of them know about you, they’d only hurt you and then all the progress you’d both made on her fear of half bloods would be for nothing.
So they continued to meet up on the daily. Sometimes you would wait until your siblings had left to transform your tail into legs, and meet with Clarisse slightly deeper into the woods.
Other times, she’d meet you by the shore, sneaking away after dinner and before bed, even letting you teach her how to swim.
It was a perfect summer, and it certainly helped Clarisse with dealing with the arrival and quick departure of Percy Jackson. And you with your loneliness and anxiety.
Now you just had to tell your siblings…
Ending is kinda shit but I didn’t know how to end it lol, Let me know if you’d like a part 2!! Feel like I have some more ideas but I have a series in the works so may focus on that instead
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Captivity (My pretty little mermaid)
Wanted to write a smut with mermaid!reader but literally didn’t know how (where the fuck is a mermaids pussy?), so while I don’t read dom!reader fics, @Sytoran ‘s fic helped me find a way to write mermaid smut. Loosely inspired by her fic as well. 🩷🧜♀️ I wanted to add a forced blowjob but decided not to, wanting this to be a sort of soft dark fic. However if you want part two let me know.
Pairings: Dark!Natasha x Fem!Mermaid!Reader
Warnings: smut, Nat has a dick but doesn’t use it lol, dark themes, dub/con, dom!natasha, sub!reader, kidnapping, fingering, praise, and I think that’s it.
Summary: you wake up to find yourself in a tank at the avengers compound
You woke up on a rock. Your vision hazy, you looked around. It looked like the ocean, but didn’t feel like it. Felt too…artificial. Especially with the very plastic looking brightly colored plants. A couple fish swam about but that’s the only thing that feels real. You decided to shakily get up, and you started to swim fast to the right side only to be hit with the thick glass of the tank. You winced at the feeling, watching some blood leave your nostrils.
You looked outside to see the dark grey walls. The only things lighting up your enclosure were the lights hanging on the ceiling above the surface.
Your heart rate picked up. Where were you? And most importantly, where was your family? Your mother and sisters would be worried about you by now. Your father, lord knows what he’s doing right now.
You started to hyperventilate, backing into one of the hard artificial coral reefs, and you began to cry.
Then, you heard a sound. The sound of a voice. “Here little mermaid, come out come out wherever you are…” the sickly sweet raspy voice of a woman called. And you don’t know why but you found yourself rising to the surface.
The red headed woman smiled once she saw you, beckoning you over with her finger. You didn’t move, in shock.
“Come over here now.” Her tone was more demanding now and you swam towards her, stopping right by her holding onto the ledge.
“Good girl. You can follow orders.” She murmured under her breath, low but you caught it. You furrowed your brows in confusion. What the fuck was happening?
“You’re probably so scared and confused right now, poor thing. I’ll let you know what’s going on here ok? This,” she motioned towards the large clear basin, “is your new home. Hope you like it. If you need any changes to it let me know.” For your captor, she was being oddly very nice. Made you let down your guard a little. “And you belong to me now. I know that seems scary but I promise I’ll take very good care of you. Now, let’s get to know each other. My names Natasha. What’s yours?”
She acted like this was just a chance meeting on the street, or like you were new classmates introducing yourselves to each other. You sighed a shaky breath, scared what would happen if you disobeyed, you whispered, “Y/n.”
“What a beautiful name for a pretty little mermaid. Come a little closer to me, beautiful.” You moved closer to her, allowing her to grope your naked breasts.
“Fuck, had me so hard seeing your tits out in the open like this.” She groaned. Then it clicked. You’ve met her before. She helped you get out of a tangled net, and promised not to tell anyone she saw you. Well, turns out your hero was your enemy.
She began to pinch your nipples and while you tried to move away, she pulled you back by your tit. She pulled you out of the water by your arm, making you wince from the pain, before laying you down and pulling a nipple into her mouth. You couldn’t help but moan, feeling the heat pool in your special area. You hoped she didn’t know mermaid anatomy.
“So pretty like this sweetheart.” The redhead said dryly as she continued to play with your breasts. Slowly, her other hand moved south towards your pussy. Your eyes widened as you tried to wiggle away, getting halfway into the water before she wrapped her arms around your tail and pulled you back up again. She was surprisingly strong though she didn’t look like it.
Natasha held you down with one of her arms as she continued to move her hand closer and closer to your special spot. She saw the small slit in your front that anyone could miss, but she didn’t. Reading up on mermaids and their lore, she knew where your pretty little pussy was.
She stuck her fingers into you and you moaned, gripping onto her arm like it was a lifeline. “So wet, is this all for me?” Your captor asked.
You found yourself nodding, bucking your hips towards her slender fingers causing her to chuckle. “Such an obedient thing. You just can’t handle someone touching your pretty pussy huh? Turns you into jello.” She continued to fuck you with her fingers, getting more and more aggressive.
“Natasha- Nat- I need- cum please.” Your whispered pleads were broken as the sensation took over you, clenching around her fingers, you began to shake as you felt that overwhelming feeling.
“Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me.” Natasha commanded. You released your juices all over her fingers and she rolled her eyes back. Taking her fingers out, she sucked them clean. “Holy fuck, never tried mermaid pussy before and now, I’m never going back.”
You laid there trying to regain your breath. “Good girl Y/n. You and I are gonna have lots of fun.” She smiled.
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Part Of Your World ~ p.p
chapter one: under the sea
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“Peter, don’t stand on that. You’re gonna fall off the boat.”
“Look, Jack. I’m flying.” Peter said as he balanced on the railing of Tony’s boat with his arms held out on either side of himself.
“Remind me to never take you on my yacht again. I always forget you guys aren’t yacht people.” Tony rolled his eyes and fixed his sun hat.
“The sun is literally setting. Why are you still wearing that enormous hat?” Peter laughed and pointed at him, almost losing his balance in the process.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you can’t get skin cancer after 5 pm.” Tony retorted.
“You put on an entire bottle of sunscreen. I think you’ll be fine.” Peter replied and wobbled a little on the railing.
“Peter, I’m serious. You’re gonna fall off the boat.” Tony warned.
“Psh.” Peter scoffed. “I’m not gonna fall off the boat.”
“Is that a challenge?” Tony asked and got off his lounge chair.
“What? No, no no wait don’t-“ Peter was cut off by Tony shoving him in the chest. Peter fell over the railing and plummeted a few feet into the ocean water below. Everyone rushed to the railing to look at where Peter had gone. It took him a few seconds, but Peter eventually swam to the surface.
“AH! I fell off the boat!” Peter shouted when he broke through the surface of the ocean water.
“Tony! That’s not funny. He could drown.” Pepper scolded.
“He’s fine.” Tony insisted. “And honestly, I thought he’d stick to the railing. He’s always going on and on and on about how sticky he is. Then I give him a chance to prove his stickiness and he falls off my yacht. I swear. You can’t trust anyone these days.”
“Peter! Are you okay down there?” Pepper shouted down to him.
“I’m okay! The freezing cold water broke my fall.” Peter shouted back. Peter watched everyone’s face go from relieved to panicked in a split second.
“Peter! Look out for that wave!” Pepper shouted.
“Wave? Okay. Hi!” Peter smiled and waved at his team mates.
Before he knew what was happening, a wave from the boats propellers smacked him in the face and sent him deep under the water. Peter tried to swim back to the surface but was hit with another wave. He spun around a few times under the water and by the time he stopped, he didn’t know which was was up or down. The sun had set below the horizon by now so he couldn’t follow the light to the surface. Peter picked a direction and started to swim but slowly felt himself lose consciousness. His lungs burned as he swam and he found it harder and harder to move his body. Peter suddenly saw a shimmering flash of pink, green, blue and purple swim past him. He felt himself being pulled up towards the surface just as he slipped out of consciousness.
When Peter woke up, it was because he felt the water he had swallowed coming back up his throat. He started to choke on the water and felt himself being turned on his side so he could spit it all out. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet but could feel hands pumping on his chest, right over his heart.
“Come on. Don’t die on me.” Your voice drifted into his ears as you pumped on his chest. Peter felt his mouth being parted by your hands pulling his chin down right before your mouth met his. He thought it was a kiss at first, then felt his lungs inflate with air.
“Come on. Show me your eyes, okay? Let me see your eyes.” You pleaded and pumped harder on his chest.
Peters eyes slowly fluttered open and met yours. Your wet hair was hanging around your face like a frame on a painting. He could see sea shells and dainty rings braided and woven into strands of your hair. Peter involuntarily smiled at the sight of you, knowing immediately you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever see for the rest of his life. There was a whimsical nature about you, almost as if you were animated.
“There you are.” You smiled in relief. “Would you like to sit up?”
Peter nodded, still too stunned to speak. The inflection in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes gave Peter the impression that you weren’t human. No human he had ever seen looked or sounded the way you did. You seemed to glow from within as if your heart was made of candlelight. You helped Peter sit up and brushed the wet hair off his forehead. He looked around to take in his surroundings, seeing that he was on a flat rock in the middle of the ocean. You were half in the water with only what was above your torso visible to Peter. Peter then looked at you and fully took you in, feeling the breath getting stolen from his lungs for the second time that day.
“You saved my life.” He said breathlessly. You smiled a little, then looked afraid. You turned as if you dive back into the water, but Peter caught your hand.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“I’m not supposed to be up here. I can’t be seen talking to you.” You said and looked around for anyone who might be watching.
“Can I at least know your name?” Peter pleaded. You looked into his eyes and as much as you knew the answer should be no, you found yourself nodding.
“It’s Y/n.” You told him.
“You saved me, Y/n. Why?” He wondered.
“You needed saving.” You said simply. Peter felt the strings of his heart being played by the sound of your voice and knew without a doubt he was falling for you. Before he could say anything else, he heard a familiar voice.
“PETER??!? WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?!” Tony’s voice shouted from somewhere in the distance.
“Are you Peter?” You chuckled.
“I am.” He sheepishly admitted.
“Hello Peter.” You smiled softly.
“Hello.” He smiled back, feeling his entire face flush. You stared at each other in comfortable silence as the moonlight reflected off the water.
“PETER?!? DID YOU FUCKING DIE? HOLY SHIT, GUYS. I THINK HE FUCKING DIED.” Tony’s voice rang through the background, sounding closer now.
“I think someone is looking for you.” You teased.
“He can wait.” Peter insisted.
“OH NO. OH GOD. I FUCKING KILLED PETER.” Tony cried. Peter rolled his eyes up to the sky and let out a groan.
“I don’t think he can. You better get back.” You told Peter.
“Can I see you again?” Peter asked hopefully and took your hand again. You looked down at where your hands touched and let out a shaky breath. It was almost as if you’d never been touched before.
“Maybe. If you ever drown around here.”
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.” Peter said without hesitation, making you laugh.
“Why? You don’t even know me.”
“But I’d like to.” Peter said and moved closer to you. You gasped a little but then leaned in as well. You reached out to touch Peters face, gasping at the way it felt.
“You’re warm.” You whispered, sounding surprised.
“I’m usually much warmer, if that’s what you like. But I high key just drowned so give me a minute to get it back.”
“Okay.” You nodded eagerly.
“PETER?! ARE YOU OUT THERE? PLEASE SAY YES.” Tony called again, sounding even closer this time.
“YES!” Peter shouted back.
“WHAT?” Tony yelled, making Peter groan.
“YES. I’M OVER HERE.” Peter cupped his hands around his mouth to shout to Tony. There was a long, long pause until Tony spoke again.
“WHO SAID THAT?”
“ME. PETER.” Peter shouted back at him.
“PETER? IS THAT YOU?” Tony asked.
“Jesus Christ.” Peter sighed. “YES. ITS ME. I’M BY THE ROCKS.”
“WHAT ROCKS?” Tony called.
“Here. Let me try.” You put a hand on Peters arm before turning in Tony’s direction. You opened your mouth and the most angelic melody cascaded out. Peter watched you in awe as you sang a specific tune over and over across the sea.
“COMING.” Tony shouted, sounding closer than ever. You smiled in satisfaction and turned to Peter.
“I really hope that meant he’s coming over here and not something else.” Peter muttered. Finally, Tony’s boat came into view and Peter could see his team mates waving at him from the deck. You ducked down below the water with just yours eyes peering above the rock.
“Is that your dad?” You whispered.
“Kinda?” Peter shrugged.
“He can’t see me. I have to go.”
“Wait. Please.” Peter nearly dove over the rock to catch you before you disappeared below the surface. You stopped and waited to hear him out.
“Just tell me how I can see you again.” He whispered pleadingly.
“This is my favorite rock. You can usually find me here.” You told him. Peter looked around in confusion before giving you a look.
“This is a random, unidentifiable rock miles off shore. How would I ever find it again?”
Your smile dropped, thinking he’d never be able to find you again.
“I’ll find a way to get to it.” Peter assured you once he noticed your smile fall. You grinned and pushed yourself up on the rock, kissing his cheek quickly before sinking back down into the water.
“Goodbye, Peter.” You smiled and disappeared below the surface.
“Goodbye.” He called after you, but you were already gone.
“I love you.” He whispered just as Tony’s bloat neared the rock he was on. Tony threw down a ladder since Peter didn’t have his web shooters on and watched as peters climbed up.
“Peter! My son! My beloved boy. I was so worried about you.” Tony said as he pulled Peter into a tight hug.
“You pushed me off of the boat.” Peter reminded him.
“As a joke.” Tony clarified.
“How is that a joke? I really fell in.” Peter stated and pulled out of the hug.
“But you survived.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Isn’t that all that matters?”
“Not really.” Peter laughed shortly. “I could’ve died.”
“He’s right. How did you survive?” Pepper wondered.
“It was amazing, you guys. This beautiful woman rescued me and brought me back to that rock.” Peter said and pointed to the place he last saw you.
“A beautiful woman?” Pepper frowned.
“Yeah. She must’ve been swimming nearby. Do you see any other boats around here? She must be on one of them.” Peter said and looked around the ocean for any nearby boats. Everyone exchanged a look but no one spoke a word.
“Oh my God.” Tony laughed to himself after a beat of silence.
“What?” Peter wondered.
“Hm. Somethings fishy.” Pepper said, making everyone snicker.
“Yeah, dude. That wasn’t a woman.“ Steve told him.
“What do you mean?” Peter asked.
“A beautiful woman came out of nowhere and saved you from drowning? And then sang with the voice of a thousand angels?” Tony asked skeptically.
“Yeah. What’s so weird about that?”
“You know what? Never mind. Let’s let him see for himself how this plays out.” Tony decided. “I’m tired. Let’s head home.”
“You’re tired?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “I drowned.”
“But you didn’t.” Tony reminded him and booped his nose.
The boat started to pull in the direction of the tower and everyone moved on to a different conversation. Peter stayed by himself and leaned on the railing, staring longing at the rock you had saved him on as he was taken further and further away from it.
“Yeah.” He smiled. “But I didn’t.”
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Could I ask a smut with klaus and a mermaid reader? She comes to the surface and he shows her the pleasures of the human body (and what is between the legs she just got
Dream come true
Klaus was prone to secrets so when he started taking day trips each week without any explanation, his family knew it was best to just pretend it wasn’t happening. They assumed he was probably out slaughtering innocents, none of them would have guessed he was sneaking off to the coast of Louisiana to see a mermaid.
The rare few times the originals had encountered mermaids…well they had been rather viscous creatures, sirens.
But y/n was a creature of delicacy and grace. She was shy and skittish, not Klaus’s usual type at all and yet he didn’t even want to deny that he had fallen for her.
Klaus had been down there at the very least once a week if not more. They had a cave they would meet at where the water was shallow enough for him to just reach the bottom if he wanted to and still deep enough for her to swim around freely.
Sometimes he would just sit on the ledge and let his legs float in the water while she laid on her back and spoke to him of the ocean drama. He loved to listen to how the other mer-people behaved, or even better when she began to speak of the animals. It never failed to impress him how comfortable the dolphins were with her. A few times now, at night when nobody was out, Klaus would have each hand on a fin of a two dolphins as she giggled and brought him further out.
Sometimes he managed to swim himself out but would his body would often get tired despite his supernatural abilities, because he hadn’t been feeding when he was with her it made him weaker. He initially underestimated how strong her rail was until he had grown tired of treading water and she wrapped her arms around his midsection, keeping him above the surface for another hour before holding his hand and swimming him back to land.
Klaus had never owned so many swimming trunks before. He also learned that most of his gifts weren’t very incredible to someone like her. Most jewels were in the ocean which meant a pearl necklace from him was just another tacky accessory for a mermaid. She never told him that of course, always showed her appreciation and wore the items each time he saw her but after a while he realised that she already owned an excessive amount and tried to get her things she didn’t yet have.
He found that something as simple as a hand carved, stone mermaid meant so much more to her than anything he could buy her. Framed drawings and human clothes were also of her interest.
Klaus had bought her a variety of pretty bras and bikini tops which always seemed to make her beam up at him and go behind the rocks to change into. Until, after a while, he had sat behind her on the edge of the rocks to slip the make-shift, shell bra off of her chest so he could pull the new patterned one on.
Once they knew each other well and saw one another more and more often, Klaus would pick her up, wrap her in a blanket and carry her around for a while so she could see some things on land. Often they would just sit up on the beach during the very early hours of the morning before anyone came by.
And it was one of those mornings where their usual sweet kisses became passionate making out and then his hands had snapped the material of her bra and he was gripping them desperately. She had no idea what he was doing but it felt indescribable to her and she couldn’t help the sounds she was producing when his lips pulled at her nipple and her tail began to lift and hit the sand. His hands rubbed down her scales smoothly and he forgot what she was for a moment as he went to open her nonexistent legs making her pull away in pain when he pulled at her tail.
He had apologised of course and put her sparkly bra back on. Klaus pulled her onto his lap and gently stroked her hips down as he whispered his “sorry”s over and over.
It was difficult not being able to have her the way he dreamt of. All he fantasised about was being able to make love to her. He wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times he had gotten off to a painting of her, the thought of her.
One day when they were down at the beach and they laid with each other on the sand, allowing the water to wash over them both every few seconds, her fingers had been stroking up and down his body lovingly when she came in contact with something unfamiliar.
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Her brows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as he kept in the grunt that threatened to escape him. She lifted her head in curiosity to look at the outline of the hard object in his swim shorts, a smile grew on her lips
“Did you get me another present?” She asked, surprised and excited but he only groaned softly and lifted her hand away when she tried to feel for what it was.
“No princess” he murmured “I’m sorry that’s not…fuck that’s not for you right now, my love” he told her while sitting up. She frowned a little in confusion but kept a smile on her face as to not show any disappointment that it wasn’t something for her.
“Is it… for someone else?” She asked quietly, trying to sound unbothered but he knew she was thinking he had bought someone else something
“Oh no no, it’s not…it’s not for anyone…it’s mine” he muttered while clearing his throat. His face was beat red as she asked her next question.
“Can I see it?” She smiled brightly he could feel himself twitch. His wolf was howling at him to take advantage of this moment and let her see his poor cock.
“It’s…it’s apart of me, love” he explained but she only got more confused. The water flowing up and down him wasn’t helping his situation, as well as her close proximity and lack of coverage for her top half. She had become much more comfortable with not wearing anything around him when she realised how good he could make her feel and how much he seemed to love the sight since that first morning.
“Well what is it?” She questioned with the slightest tilt of her head.
“It’s…something special that I suppose most sea creatures might not have…or it might not be as visible I’m not sure but mermen don’t have them sweetheart just human men.” He tried to give a short answer but everything he said brought more curiosity.
“Well I love human things and I love you so I’ll love this too I promise” she beamed at him and he couldn’t help the groan he let out as he banged the back of his head against the ground making her frown and worry. “You don’t have to share it” she told him quickly, not wanting him to hurt himself if she was upsetting him “I’m sorry, if it’s special then-“
“No..It’s not that I don’t want you to see Princess, because believe me, I would love you to have a look…it’s just…” he took a breath as he tried to think of a way to explain this too her. “It can make me feel a lot of things…it’s very sensitive and…precious?” He pinched himself at his own choice of words and sat up making her pull herself up too. She looked up at him with wide eyes when he shifted higher up the beach.
“I won’t ask anything else if you don’t want, just don’t leave yet please” she whispered thinking he was getting up to go, her eyes desperately looking to him so he would stay another hour.
“No…I’m not going, I’m just…thinking” he told her softly. She nodded and reached forward to hold his hand gently with a small smile on her face as she tried to stop herself from looking down at the mysterious thing in his shorts. He pursed his lips before coming to a decision and nodding. “Alright my love, I’m going to show you okay?” He announced while cupping her cheek with one hand and watching her face light up.
“Really?” She grinned and he nodded
“Just looking for now okay?”
“Mhm”
He kissed her lips briefly before hesitantly pulling his shorts down enough to let his cock aping out of them. Her eyes followed it with interest as it appeared even bigger then she had thought. She looked it over closely making his brows furrow as she did so. He wasn’t sure how to behave in this position, he definitely wasn’t prepared for her hand to wrap around it and pull it in curiosity
“Y/n!” He quickly grabbed her wrist “let’s not be so aggressive sweetheart” he told her, his eyes wide as she immediately let go and began to apologise. “It’s alright, just-“ he brought her hand back to it and slowly guided her to stroke him up and down. “Slow and steady” he whispered and she followed his lead. His breathing shallowed as she kept up the action after he let her wrist go and instead stroked her hair gently while telling her to go faster or slower every now and then.
She leaned her head down when a bead of white fluid trickled down one side “what’s that?” She whispered and he groaned at the feel of her hot breath over his tip.
“It just- it means you’re doing good princess” he grunted and she smiled.
“Really?” She stroked him a little faster, enjoying how his face twisted in pleasure and his body shuddered and arched.
Klaus’s mouth dropped open when he felt the heat of her tongue on his cock, pure ecstasy on his face as his eyes fluttered. Y/n hadn’t thought twice about the action, she just wanted to taste the liquid that meant he was happy. And oh was she glad she tried it, she liked it so much that she decided if she sucked harder then she would get more out of him. Which in all fairness she wasn’t wrong but it took Klaus and his body by surprise as he was forced into a much needed orgasm. If the situation had been different then he would have been embarrassed by how quick he came but it wasn’t like she knew how long most men lasted anyway. All she cared amount was gulping him down until he was milked dry.
Klaus nearly had to drag her off his cock when she kept sucking,
“I want some more” she whined while using her hand to make his dick big and hard again
“Princess- it’s sensitive, be gentle” he reminded and she nodded.
“Sorry” she whispered and slowly stroked him again, smiling when his hands cupped her face and guided her lips back down to his tip.
And from that day her mouth on his cock seemed to become more and more common. Whenever to noticed him to be hard, she was happy to make him feel better and drink his…milk.
Often Klaus would toy with her breasts while she licked his dick and played with his balls with interest. He couldn’t help but love the way she found everything about his body so incredibly fascinating, how eager she was to please him and watch his reactions. The louder he was, the more enthusiastic she felt.
She was always needing and he could only imagine what would happen if she ever had a human form.
It was topic that came up rather often actually. She had asked him once if there were any spells he knew of to let her be human, even just for a day. Y/n had made it very much clear that even though she dreamt have the ability to turn human, she wouldn’t trade her tail to be permanently human and Klaus understood that. He wouldn’t ask her to give who she was up. Just like he wouldn’t abandon his family to be a merman, but he would still entertain the idea of having fins for a day.
There had been so many nights in the water, both floating on their backs and looking up at the stars, fingers interlaced as they spoke about what they would do if one of them were able to become the other.
Klaus had told Y/n of all the different places in the world and Y/n told Klaus of the world below. Both sounded unbelievable to the other and Klaus had even brought her paintings and souvenirs from different countries while Y/n gave him shells and pearls from different oceans. Once or twice Klaus had set up a canvas on the beach and had Y/n explain the sea kingdom so he could try and envision it.
Y/n had tried to look for possible ways to turn one way or the other in the sea world, asking other mer-people and enchantresses. She was able to locate and come into possession of a special shell necklace that needed to be spelled by both a sea witch and a land witch to bind the magic and allow the being to wear it to turn into a mer-person in the water and a human when dry. So she brought it to Klaus on their next day together and he took it back home with him and found the most powerful witch he could to ensure the spell would work.
She had tried to convince him to wear it first but he shook his head and claimed that she deserved it more. He knew she had wanted to experience human life since young and so she should get to first. He promised when she had seen the perks of humanity then he would come with her to meet her family and friends as well.
But for the time being, he wanted her dreams to come true.
Which brought us to now.
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Klaus carried Y/n to the steps at the very top of the beach, he grabbed a towel from the car and gently dried her tail until both of them felt the buzz of magic in the air and the mermaid features vanished from her body. A scream left her as legs formed in place on her tail and his hand quickly covered her mouth as to not alarm locals.
“Sh sh sweetheart it’s okay” he chuckled watching her struggle to move them individual instead of together. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was fast. It didn’t register to him that she was naked, he didn’t care at that moment either, he was just so happy to see her having this experience.
Klaus lifted her onto her feet, instantly catching her when she failed to balance herself and fell backwards. Instead he shook his head with a laugh and carried her to the car. She had never been in a ‘moving thing’ before, only seen them parked and was petrified the whole time.
Klaus had let her scroll through his Spotify and find the artists she had favoured over their time together until they got to a hotel that klaus had pre booked for the week. They were in agreement that they would alternate in a week to wear the shell necklace so they both got the full experience of the other.
So he came prepared and had a suitcase of flowy dressed ready for her. He didn’t want anything too tight on her new legs and he wanted her to feel both pretty and comfortable.
But for the time being he pulled a top over her head and with much confusion on her end, a pair of panties up her legs. That was when she realised she had something between her legs, but not the same as what he had which only baffled her further. So when he went to get her some food, she decided to touch it. Turns out it was just as sensitive as his seemed to be, just as addictive as she rubbed her fingers against herself and tried to stop herself from making such needy sounds.
Klaus’s eyes almost fell out of his head when he found her squirming amongst the blankets, moaning and whining with her hand between her legs.
He shoved the takeaway bags on the side and kicked the door shut. She was clearly not paying attention as her hips thrust up and her legs shook. Only when her wrists were grabbed ahold of and she lost ahold of that intense pleasure she was chasing did she seem to come back to reality. Her eyes found his as she panted like a dog in heat. Klaus let out a chuckle at her behaviour and shook his head
“Couldn’t wait just 10 minutes could you sweetheart?” He murmured as he lifted her soaked hands to his mouth and licked them clean. She couldn’t help the moan that left her as he did so.
She looked up at him with glassy eyes as he kept her still. “I want to touch” she whispered and he hummed
“Feels good doesn’t it princess?” He teased and she nodded
“Does it feel like that when I touch you there?” She asked quietly and he nodded
“A little different but the overall outcome is pretty much the same.” He told her and she nodded in understanding. He let go of her hands and watched as she looked to his for permission before rubbing her fingers against her swollen clit. He shifted to kneel between her legs and placed a hand on each thigh. She let out a whine as he pushed them as far apart as she could manage before leaning down and blowing air over her core.
She moved her fingers away when she noticed his mouth inching closer and closer. After seeing how Klaus had writhed in pleasure when she put her mouth in him, she couldn’t wait for him to do it back.
As soon as his tongue laid flat against her bundle of nerves, she was a mess. He rubbed it back and forth against her, rolled it through her folds and back up to her pulsing pearl. Her fingers curled into his curls and nearly yanked them out of his head as his tongue went inside her and his nose rubbed her clit.
Klaus continued to lap at her her only a minute before she was cumming all over his face and screaming at the overwhelming rush.
He kissed from her soft little pussy, up to her face as she whimpered pleasantly. Her licks locked with his as his hands slid up under her t-shirt to squeeze her breasts the way he always did.
“Can you do it again?” She whispered needily and he chuckled with a smile as he pulled away and looked down at her.
“I’m going to give you something better” he told her and she tilted her head in question but he only grinned back at her.
He kept a hand on her knee, keeping it pressed against the bed so her legs were open while he kicked his jeans and boxers off and onto the floor. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his hard cock and her hand’s immediately reached forward to stroke it. He groaned softly in response and reluctantly tapped her wrist so she would stop
“Thank you sweetheart but you don’t need to do that this time” he whispered and she hesitantly nodded and took her hands away. “Good girl, now just relax a moment and close you eyes” he guided and she did so.
Though it didn’t last long for her eyes flew open when he thrust his whole cock inside her with one abrupt thrust. The stretch stung and a cry left her lips as she tried to push him away.
“Sh sh princess, it’s okay, it’s gonna feel much better in a minute” he told her gently, trying to calm her down as her cunt squeezed him unbearably tight for the next few moments.
Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth. His mouth hung open at the feel and sound of her sopping pussy gripping him as he slid within her. His hands grabbed onto the sheets beside her head as he moved a little faster. His mind was spinning with pleasure, he had fucked a lot of women in his time, a lot of virgins too but never had he fucked someone so wet and tight, not someone as loud as she was.
Neither one of them registered the banging coming from the other side of the wall as she screamed and moaned as though her life depended on it. His hand coming down to rub his thumb against her clit only made her louder as she seemed to only get tighter.
He continued to thrust himself in and out of her through her orgasm, his groans became dragged out moans as he kept fucking into her desperately. Klaus pulled her legs over his shoulders causing her to cry out over and over for him to go faster. She could barely comprehend anything when he went at his max speed, having her cum again without warning. Her sounds and words were a blur as he kept up his pace until he was unable to stop the wave of pleasure running through him. He came with a broken gasp, his hands grabbing onto her and holding her right against him as he slowed his movements and pumped her full of him.
They both laid still, his body trapping hers underneath him as they came down from their highs.
“I love having legs” she whispered, eyes wide with wonder. Klaus let out a laugh and nodded in agreement
“I love your legs too sweetheart” he told her in amusement.
They both laid there for a while, he cleaned her up of course so she wasn’t sticky, and then they both relaxed in one another’s hold.
His hands pet her hair gently, her touch as loving as he had ever been and his words were innocent ramblings of what they would do the next few days while she was in human form and where she wanted to go.
She looked up at him with a frown
“How am I supposed to top this?” She asked him and he furrowed his brows
“What do you mean?”
“Well you just gave me the best feeling in the world…how am I supposed to replicate that when you become a merman for a week?” She questioned and he laughed
“That’s what you’re nervous about?” He grinned and she nodded. “Sweetheart, you’ve been giving me the best feeling of my life since that day on the beach” he whispered and she smiled with a blush.
“Am I still allowed to do that?” She whispered and he nodded.
“Of course you can princess” he smiled and she beamed back. It never failed to please him with how eager she was to suck him off, even after giving everything he had to her, she still found her own pleasure in seeing him happy.
He smiled as she snuggled closer onto him, her legs tangling with his and her face in his chest as she began to drift to sleep.
The next morning he had arranged to take her out for brunch before letting her choose anywhere on the map where she wanted to go see.
He was determined to make her time on land worth it.
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Hii just read ur Saccharine and Monstrosity stuff and it was really good! I was wondering if you could do one where reader gets super sick from having not felt sunlight in forever
Cw: DARKFIC, kidnapping, sickness, pregnancy, tell me if I missed any.
He watched you grow weary, your once vibrant skin ashen and your gleaming eyes dull. You looked sick and pale, the lushness in you that König loved and cherished slowly drained, the liveliness and sunshine in you drowned by the darkness of his bioluminecent cave. He craved the lightness in your tone, the energy in your struggle to rebel against the decisions he made for the betterment of you and the beautiful shine that you brought to his lonely home.
He wanted to protect you, to cherish and provide for you. All König wanted, in his cold, undying heart, was to love you the way a creature like him could, but all he did was snuff out the light in you. You were sick because of him, dying from the lack of sun in the darkest pit of his side of the ocean, the abyss of his domain where he ruled with an iron fist and commanded without hesitation. He told himself what he was doing was best for you, he had eons of knowledge and experience of the dangers of life.
His arrogance and pride showed in his patronising words, more self-assuring than to reassure you, to remind himself that every decision of his were made for you. Yet all he saw were the consequences of his acts, the saddening truth of reality striking him in the face when he came back from a hunt to find you gasping and whimpering, your tail swaying and curling into yourself in your unconscious state. It scared him to death, seeing his pregnant mate laying on the floor in a mess of agony and sickness.
Your kind depended on sunlight, the freedom to bathe and lay under it’s warm embrace whenever it shone brightly over the sea. You were a creature of beauty and light, legends whispered by sailors and venerated by women, precious creatures that the creator loved like he loved you, protecting and affectionate. Unlike him, who was a being of darkness and madness, feared by men in all form and idolised by madmen for the share of power he gifted to those who bowed to him at the altar.
He should have known, the dichotomy between you were far to wide to be shrunken, that you could live in the same environment as he did without suffering from the lack of sunlight. Perhaps he could give you a taste of warmth, something other than the cool abyss and his freezing body. He could watch while you bathed in the sun, a arm wrapped around the tip of your tail, keeping you within reach of him, but he despised the sun, it burned him and dried his skin, the light shining a being of chaos like him.
He didn’t fear any other God or the creators like the sun, moon and chaos, but he hated how they affected him, how his body involuntarily reacted to their presence. And he hated the thought of your beauty attracting other creatures, vying for your luscious hair and silky skin, the gem-like shine of your reflective scales and your fragile fins. He didn’t want to share you with any other being, but if it meant healing you, watching you get better before his eyes and support the clutch in your womb, he’s willing to suffer all that if it’d help.
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🐚 GOLDEN INSIGNIA... neuvillette
— summary; it is never wise to find yourself at the shores during evenings, but when little neuvillette does, what happens to leave him pondering?
— third person pov. fem! reader. reader implied to be the mermaid.
neuvillette had always been most beautiful, even as a child.
such was his beauty and innocence that women would look at him and giggle gently, speaking to his mother in a hushed, secretive yet a mischievous voice nonetheless—
'what did you eat during your pregnancy to have such a beautiful son? beware, should our guilty minds ever bear the thought of stealing him away!'
all while little neuvillette remained in pure bliss as he explored the world, scenery upon scenery revealing to him like a rose bud blooming open. he was just as curious in those younger years, always flittering as he found another scenery or trinket to marvel at.
perhaps his most vivid memory remains from centuries ago, when he could still enjoy the innocence of childhood, and could bear to truly smile without the slightest display of any form of restraint.
the sea had been most welcoming, loud and bright in its frolicking beauty as it attempted to touch the sky. the sky was still a bright shade of yellow, though even then he knew what a pretence it was. a few hours in—and it would fall again, yellow to red to black, until no shade was left and it turned yellow again.
seashells lined the shore, their surfaces beaming like faux pearls as neuvillette followed them. otters always sunbathed at these times, for they knew no human would be sufficiently relaxed to venture to these parts of the beach. they never minded children—nobody did, especially one so calm and ethereal as him.
it was then that he, lost in the pearly beauty of a shell, raised his head to behold the most striking sight he had ever seen. a sight that would never repeat, not in his life that stretched centuries—a young mermaid.
she was half within the sea and half on the sand, softly tugging at her long midnight shaded hair, picking out clams and shells that seemed as stars against her hair as she tossed them aside with a huff. while neuvillette would have loved to object the ease with which she deemed all those pretty shells useless, the gleam of her silver scales and bright eyes was one that left him staring.
the jewels adorning her body gleamed brightly under the dying sun's soft sunlight, compelling him further to move closer to the girl. she seemed lost in her own world, without any care as she moved out to take an otter in her lap.
it was rude to stare—and perhaps the only rude thing the child had ever done in his life, or would grow up to do, but such was his trance that it did not break until she turned, eyes widening like a deer caught under headlights.
they maintained eye contact.
none flinched as the otter scurried away.
she gestured him to come closer.
neuvillette moved with great difficulty—steps feeling heavy against the sand, perhaps the ocean was pulling him away from what could be deemed as the ocean's innocent treasure. he was no pirate though—one look and he would be gone, poof into the air!
at least, he thought so.
the beautiful mermaid turned towards him fully, and catching the doe-like look of her features, he relieved himself from worry. she was naïve, at least this much he knew. stopping a safe distance before the beautiful girl, he gazed down at her before bowing softly, like a gentleman.
'pleased to make your acquaintance, lady.'
she looked at him up and down, before curiously placing her thin tipped finger against her rosy lips.
'i'm no lady, though.'
he nodded, as though it was common sense. 'i can see that. you're a mermaid.'
she giggled, as though a joke had been cracked. 'no silly! i'm a girl, i mean!'
he maintained his serenity before nodding gently, though it came off more as being uninterested to the young nymph, making her even more interested.
'you seem quite young yourself. are you a boy? a human boy?'
he tilted his head slightly, 'why? boys of other races come to meet you too?'
her eyes widened, as though he had uttered a secret that must not have been shared before she pressed her index finger tightly against her lips, telling him to maintain silence.
she gestured him to bring his ear, as he reluctantly did so, still distrusting of the mysterious girl.
'don't mention boys in front of the ocean! my father can hear it, and he doesn't like it when i talk to human boys!'
'you talk to other human boys?' he wasn't sure where that came from.
'can i not?'
he shrugged, 'it's not safe.'
she smiled. 'that's why i do it.'
for a moment, both remained silent. the boy regarded the mermaid, the mermaid regarded the boy.
he finally sat next to her, picking up a precious shell that caught his eye. white from the outside with a rainbow like tint to its surface, there seemed to be an insignia of sorts on its inside portion, golden in shade. the insides darkened further from white to grey to black until it all came together to swirl at its tip, symmetrically folding.
'pretty.' he said, admiring the symmetrical shell.
the mermaid smiled, in her similar playful manner, always appearing as though she knew a secret that you don't. neuvillette was immune to such acts of seduction, lest should he fall prey to their tendencies. however, this one seemed... too manipulatable for her own good.
she spoke softly, 'you're very pretty, too.'
'so are you,' he said, before rising, deciding the encounter was more than enough time pass. 'i'll get going now—'
'you're going?' she asked, voice surprisingly desperate.
he nodded in confusion, 'any problems?'
she regarded him for a moment, before sighing and looking towards the sand with a sad look. 'i don't have anyone to speak to down there... you're the only human boy who's as young as i am.'
'it's not safe for humans and mermaids to interact. besides, you're better off protecting yourself from selfish eyes.' he said, slowly backing away with the shell in his hand.
'you're going to take that shell too?' she asked, gaze suddenly displaying a wild possessiveness.
the sun had hidden now, the ocean turning pitch black, the shade of the sky. where the mermaid sat, it glowed with a strange sparkle, reminiscent of the stars that were reflected in the ocean's infinite waters. her own eyes seemed to glow with an eerie light.
'no, you can keep it if you'd like—'
'no.' she was quick to say, as she slowly inched towards the ocean water once again, leaving behind a trail of dust. she broke eye contact with him—never even turning once before her midnight hair pooled just above her waist and her irises hid behind the pale of her lids.
she suddenly twisted her neck, facing him with an expression suggestive only of complete autocracy, suddenly shifting from a mermaid to a queen ordering her subject, voice deep and rich with melody as she spoke—
'do not separate it from yourself even once.'
and while young neuvillette had never been good at following orders, a queen was better off when listened to compared to when she was not. pocketing the shell and staring at the ripple of the water's surface as she disappeared as swiftly as she came, he turned away too.
and as he climbed the rocks lining the sea beach to return to the city, he wondered to himself—how likely was it for a natural golden insignia to form on a shell?
even now he wonders, as he looks over at the ocean, churning loudly with the essence of salt and melancholy. he ensures the shell is hidden from the common eye within the deeper layers of his coats, but the one who ought to see, sees it nonetheless.
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Imagine Jasper being in love with a mermaid.
“Hey, fins. How is my gorgeous aquatic love?”
“I’m usually used to the cold but I swear it’s worse this year. Might need to come in here and keep me warm, fangs.”
“Unfortunately my kind runs cold, darlin’”
“Hmmm. Well I guess we’ll have kiss pretty quickly to keep me warm then, handsome.” 
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This js not a request or anything, I just wanted to tell someone about this😊
SLIGHT ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS!!
(i think, soryr☹️)
Fontaine would be SO good for mermaid aus
Like imagine a wrio x mermaid!reader where wrio saw the reader first from that window In his office or what💪
Even better if the reader gets sick or just fatigue from the primodial water
And the guy is like: 😱😭
And then boom he has a mermaid with him, In his own office🤯
⤀ cw: fem!reader, no pronouns mentioned
⤀ a/n: OMG OKAY I FINISHED THE AQ && UR SO RIGHT ! this gave me sm brainrot wah i had to write a litto smthg >.< but I can see him being pretty chill about it too… (sort of a spinoff to the alhaitham mermaid au I guess hehe)
perhaps every so often, wriothesley would get tiny glimpses of you in between those giant stalks of seagrass, but the moment passes by so quickly that he just brushes it off as nothing. probably just a bubbler seahorse that wandered into the area or something
‘eh whatever. as long as it doesn’t pose a threat—there are weirder things out there.’
when he has his first suspicions that primordial seawater might be leaking into the normal seawater, he takes it upon himself to personally check on the pipes and investigate. however, once he gets to the abandoned zone at the end, he finds... a washed up mermaid ?
hes honestly a little bit amused as to how you could've ended up here, and his initial instinct was to just toss you back into the sea. but it's not like you're some otter caught in a fisherman's net; you’re breathing so laboriously and feverish to the touch, on the verge of passing out… so he scoops you up and takes you to sigewinne. which is how when you finally come to, you find yourself in a tank in the duke of meropide's office
(some headcanons below the cut ! a little bit suggestive at the end ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ )
he introduces you to tea, but it’s so bitter ! perhaps mermaid tastes are more aligned with that of melusines because wriothesley basically short circuits when you tell him you prefer sigewinne’s milkshakes
in his attempts to sway you to his side, he’s scouring his collection left and right, brewing different teas that he hopes you might like
“alright, how about this one? it's light, with a hint of sweet flowers and bulle fruit."
"i still like sigewinne's milkshake better."
speaking of sigewinne, she definitely catches all the minuscule changes in wriothesley's facial expressions whenever he talks to you. and so of course she and her melusine friends start adding stickers of you onto his belongings too.
he takes them off to save face but stashes them away somewhere in his desk
once you've recovered enough, he'd help you out of the tank, and when your tail dries into human legs, he'd take you on a tour around the fortress as 'a friend from the overworld.'
however, you notice how everyone else addresses wriothesley with his title and you worry that maybe you've been too casual with someone so important?
so when you also start addressing him as 'your grace,' during afternoon tea in his office, he almost chokes on his own tea. you tilt your head in confusion because his cheeks are so flush and he can barely look you in the eye. it takes him a second to gather his composure
oh archons above it makes him want to do unspeakable things hearing you say that, so at least for now....
"please, just wriothesley is fine."
continuation
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Dirty Water
Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader
Prompt from this dirty ask game with our pairing from the Sun, Salt, and Shield series.
Summary: After a very long (but unofficial) courtship, where Steve is too shy to bring up your anatomy and his compatibility, a cultural misinterpretation quite literally sinks his resolve.
Warnings for smut (I'm gonna have to call this what it is and just say it's monster-f**king, or the one where Steeb gets maybe-CNC-boinked by a 'monster.' Sorry, babes. Ro's dipped a toe into the darkside for a smidge.) MINORS DNI. Poorly--or rather, not--edited and I have no idea the word count...
Steve swallows harshly and tries not to nervously splash his feet in the pool.
"What?" he chokes out.
He can't think of anything more articulate to say, not that it would matter when so much is lost in translation.
All you did was ask about the singing outside the doors of your 'room'--the retrofitted gym pool at the Avengers compound, the one is the basement without windows for your highly sensitive eyes--but he...could never have predicted why you were so curious.
"They're just enjoying themselves," he'd chuckled, shrugging like it was no big deal. "Do you sing?"
The look on your face, jaw slack and head tilting in contemplation, it should have warned him. You unfurled from your relaxed posture, the stance where your arms cross behind your back and fit atop the swell of your--he'd say tail, but it's more like your ass--rump, the rest of your body bent in a curve until your fin nearly touches the surface, and inched closer to his feet in the deep end.
"Yessssss," you hissed slowly through three rows of sharp teeth, crawling up his legs, out of the water, dripping over his lap as you braced large, webbed hands on either side of his hips.
Even in the very low light of damp room, he could see the lavender of your stare drop to his crotch.
"You sing too?"
Steve's an idiot. He didn't understand yet, so that dumbass actually began humming 'You Are My Sunshine' because nothing else occurred to him.
Then he noticed your tail glowing beneath the scales.
Then he realized you were pressing yourself to his legs.
Aaaand then Steve Rogers looked down your body to witness his knee disappearing in a spongy spot where the armoring swelled apart.
Oh god.
"What?" he now asks like an frightened teen seeing boobs for the first time.
"I make you sing?" Your broad green lips turn up in a smile. "Show me."
Suddenly, Steve's forgotten more english than you've learned. "Huh?"
Your flowing, textured hair, shapely even out of the water, sways when you cock your head to the side, looking through your lashes at him.
"How Stevie sing?"
He shivers for the first time in the cool water and lets an involuntary grunt leave his lips.
He's tried to stop himself from imagining your body and how it works to...ya know, and how he might...oh god, he's going to hell, but apparently, you've already been imagining that humans are either masturbating or fucking outside your door at all hours all the time--
--and oh shit, that means you sing as a part of sex.
He turns his head to the almost black ceiling and fails to think of anything else as the light from your body reflects in waves on every wall. He whimpers when he feels a ripple of muscle through the wet cotton of his jeans.
"Doll make Stevie sing?" Your voice is hoarse, and just as quickly as you say that by his throat, you flip back into the water. You can only breathe air for so long without hurting your throat and lungs.
He thinks he's off the hook, praying the tightness in his pants dissipates faster than they'll take to dry, but he lowers his head to find you peeking from the water, intent as ever on learning his ways.
He should be ashamed, so very fucking ashamed, of how badly he wants to take himself out of his pants and watch the wonder of those pretty eyes as he comes at the thought of you, but Steve's drowning in the hope that he can have you. It's been so long that he's wanted this, even in the most innocent ways.
Your final plea bubbles to the surface.
"Show?"
Steve inhales sharply, running a hand through his hair and licking his lips.
This is wrong, he thinks. You should not be doing this.
Yet he does it anyway because he wants to; he wants to so badly.
He sits up straight at the edge of the concrete, popping the button of his jeans and aches as he lowers the zipper. He can't meet your eye while he pulls out his semi-hard cock and fists it harshly.
You're so long that even looking away leaves your shimmering tail in sight, and he thinks he sees you rattle in excitement. It makes him shiver again, and the vibration shakes the moan escaping his tight chest.
Yikes, it does sound a bit like he's singing...
What the hell are you even doing?
Of course, he knows he's touching himself and he knows well enough how to do that, but he shouldn't be doing this in front of you, much less enjoying it. His blood is running so hot beneath his skin, though, the chilly pool feels soothing over his shins where he rolled up his pants (to no avail).
The heat floods his veins and mind to the point rational thought quiets, and Steve's eyes slither up your demure form.
Your eyes get wider and wider the more noise he makes, and his rampant imagination feeds off the sight of that gap in your scales visible as it undulates in the refraction beneath his feet.
He leans his head back and closes his own eyes at just the wrong moment.
Mid-whine, he misses the splashing sound that would have warned him you were coming, and instead Steve is pummeled by the end of your tail and topples into the pool, shocked and sputtering salty water until his body is pinned to the flat of the concrete wall he used to be perch on.
As he scrambles to toss his arms over the ledge, he feels claws dragging his jeans farther down his legs, and the fabric hangs like an anchor while the silky-slick webbing of your fingers glides up and down his thighs.
Then your tongue runs the length of his cock, making Steve moan embarrassingly loud and thrust his hips forward. If he weren't in the water, he'd be a puddle.
Pleasure races up and down his spine, fighting for dominance over the feeling of cold when he slips from the ledge and submerges briefly.
He barely registers the loss of your tongue and your quick lap of swimming before you're backing into him again.
It's on your ass, too, the soft entrance like you rubbed against his knee, but he could not have imagined what it could do--what you could do--how you could manipulate your muscles inside your tail.
He has no brainpower left to describe it. Steve just lets go, trusting your body to hold his weight as one hand grips the mossy softness of your waist and the other hand spreads over your lower back. Out of instinct, he tries to get leverage to push himself in and out of you, but that's useless.
There's a strong ripple of muscle that pulls him in, and in, and in, delicately tight on his sensitive cock and wide enough to slowly suck his balls into the massaging cavern.
Steve's eyes roll far into his head. He's going to pass out if this keeps up.
"Doll," he gasps, but it's too quiet in the slosh of the water. "Please, I'm--"
A clear, high note crescendos from the deep below, something disturbingly pure and paralyzing, and Steve can't move. He can only feel and experience a siren's song in action.
His body twitches violently before his cum is milked sensually, desperately, methodically from his cradled and ravaged pelvis, and never in Steve's long life has he ever been so fucking spent.
He whimpers when your cunt releases him, only faintly aware that he's propped on your back by his elbows as you swim to the shallow end and let him 'stand' on his shaky legs.
The screeching hinge of the door startles him.
"Cap," the junior agent yells over your hiss from the bright light spraying in, "everything okay? I heard..."
Yeah, I couldn't describe it either, Steve thinks.
He spits water from his mouth. "Fine," he huffs back, "we were...singing, and I fell in."
"Oh. Alright. Sorry to disturb you, Miss G." The man nods his apology at your hand-covered eyes and leaves.
Steve can't help but laugh like an insane person, laying to properly float in the water, uncaring what you're up to until he gently hits the stairs leading out of the pool.
Your head rises out of the water hopefully, and he cups your cheeks, still chuckling. He has zero words to describe...anything at the moment, but he can show you a human tradition of affection in return.
Shifting as easily as a feather in the water, he pulls you two together and sweetly presses his salmon lips to your seaweed pout, letting your long locs fall over his own shoulders.
Soon, he's gasping for air again, yet just before you dunk below the surface, you grin and coo at him.
"Stevie sings lovely."
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some ancient call
Gargoyle!Steve x Mermaid!Reader (fantasy au)
Run-through: When Steve first came to this peaceful, magical country where all manners of magical beings lived together in harmony, he didn’t know what to expect. He was a stern, stone cold and grumpy male so he was surprised when he managed to even make friends. And he was even more surprised when his heart of stone suddenly began racing whenever a certain pretty mermaid was in sight. He’d never been in love or liked someone before, he didn’t know how. So despite his feelings, he kept pushing you away. Afraid that he might ruin it all. But you were a stubborn one, and you refused to give up on the handsome gargoyle.
Themes: grumpy x sunshine trope, fluff, smut, mermaid!reader, gargoyle!steve, banters, slight enemies to lovers, virgin!reader, hurt/comfort, size difference, HEA
You smiled to yourself, standing on the jetty.
You were beyond thankful for your witch friend because thanks to her magical crystals, shifting to be able to walk on land was now ten times easier.
Her magic acted like an amplifier to your own and shifting was quicker than it naturally was. Now, whenever you wanted to roam the woods, or go visit your friends on land, or even just get out of the lake for a while you could shift from having fins to having legs in the blink of an eye.
You quickly slipped on the dress you’d brought with you as you stood on the jetty. Sure, it was completely drenched right now. But it was a flimsy thing and given that the sun was out, it would dry in no time. Besides, you of all people didn’t mind the wetness.
You loved the lake. The tranquillity, the stillness in the air. How it was always foggy, and cold. There were a few lakes on these lands, the others were much larger and less cold so most of your friends moved but you remained here. This was your favourite place ever. Your friends visited often, almost each day but for the most part, the lake was your spot.
The cold morning air made you shiver but you loved it. The birds chirped from deep inside the nearby woods, the sunrise turned the sky golden and the faintest of blues. You walked along the jetty and stared right ahead at another thing you loved about this lake and its surroundings - the two storey cabin which belonged to a certain grumpy, but dangerously handsome gargoyle.
The first time you met Steve was when you were roaming the woods one morning, a few years ago…
As per usual, that day you had gotten out of the lake, shifted and got dressed, then went for a walk. You had always loved the woods, the feeling of cold dirt and moss beneath your feet, the sound of birds and the feeling of rough tree barks. Not to mention the wild berries you loved so much.
You often gathered a bunch and took them to the witch, who was one of your best friends, and she would bake them into the most delicious pies for you.
So that day, while you were gathering your berries and dreaming about pies, you heard something in the woods. It sounded like a male voice. A grunt of some sort. Worried that someone might be injured you followed the sound and went to investigate.
And that’s when you saw him. The gargoyle, lifting heavy rocks. Exercising, you figured. You couldn’t look away. He looked mostly like a human male, just much larger and taller than most. With large, dark mammalian wings. Like those of a bat just way larger. He also had a pointy tail. And horns at his hairline. He had longish dark hair, dark stubble on his face and a focused look in his eyes. He looked more like a fallen angel than a beast.
His bare, muscular chest glistened in the minimal sunlight, his dark pants hugged his strong legs and you found your heart racing at the sight of his physique. Muscular arms, thick biceps, large hands, and he lifted those rocks like they weighed nothing. You watched him from behind a tree. Watched how his muscles flexed and moved. How he grunted and groaned occasionally.
You’d never found a male this fascinating to look at before. But this beast of a male was a proper sight to behold. You watched like a little creep.
Then you jumped in surprise when he said, out of nowhere, “You know it’s rude to stare.” His deep, monotonous voice sent shivers down your entire body. He didn’t stop lifting though, even as you sheepishly stepped out from behind the tree.
“I apologise, I… I heard you and I was curious.” You said. Silence. “I’ve never seen you before, are you new here?” You asked with a smile. He grunted in response, still not meeting your eyes. “What’s your name?” You pushed, ignoring the way your body tingled just watching him.
A grunt. Then, “Steve.” He answered, finally looking up at you. His eyes took your breath away but the look he gave you made you feel like you were next to nothing. He looked annoyed by your presence. Like he couldn’t bear to look at you for another second.
Despite that, you gave him your best smile. “Well, hello Steve!” You said cheerfully, “I’m-,”
“Go away.” He grunted, cutting you off rather rudely, before getting back to exercising. You watched him for a few more seconds, blinking and unable to process the unnecessary rudeness. He dropped the rocks and began doing pushups on the ground.
You couldn’t bear the sight of his sinful body then. So you turned around and walked away quickly. Your face was burning in embarrassment. Though you could feel his stare on your back as you walked away.
You huffed in anger once you were out of the woods. Screw the handsome gargoyle. He was the rudest male you’d ever encountered! You promised yourself you would never speak to him ever again.
But then a week later, you bumped into him at the market. Literally bumped into him and he had to grab your elbow to keep you from falling to the ground. “Watch where you’re going.” He grunted almost angrily, still looking at you like the sight of you offended him. Wings tucked carefully behind him, tail swishing which only showed his annoyance.
You pulled your hand away from his warm grasp, “You watch where you’re going!” You hissed, very much annoyed too. His blue eyes stared down at you. His pretty face frowned at you. He was devastatingly handsome, the kind of beauty one could stare at all day. “Don’t gargoyles turn into stone at sunrise anyway? What are you doing here then? Go perch somewhere!”
You walked away quickly, joining your fellow mermaids at the faeries’ flower stand. He really needed to stop showing at your favourite places. First the woods, now the market? You sighed, looking around the place you were grateful you called home.
The market was incredible, truly. Flowers, produce, meats, cheese, bread, clothes, jewellery, you’d find anything here. Including grumpy gargoyles apparently. But you pushed the thoughts of the gargoyle with deep blue eyes and made your way over to your favourite shop, the witch’s.
The next time you saw Steve after the market incident was at the lakeside. Your lake. And he was there lifting heavy tree logs and metal, and other tools which meant that he was building something. You watched him from the middle of the lake, only your head was visible above the surface so he didn’t notice you. But there were other males helping him so you didn’t want to get out.
But you waited. You waited until the other males left at the end of the day. At around sunset, you got as close to the pebbly shore as possible, shifted and quickly put on your little dress before you walked up to the gargoyle and yelled in his face as he was packing up to leave.
“What do you think you’re doing near my lake?” You asked, looking around at the logs which now after a day’s work looked like the foundation for something. A house, you realised. He was building a house. Here.
“Building a cabin.” He grunted, wiping his hands on a cloth and paying little attention to you. He wouldn’t even look at you.
You hissed, “Oh I don’t think so! I will not have a rude, grumpy neighbour. You… you cannot build a house here, not near my lake!” You argued, pissed off.
Steve finally looked at you, staring into your eyes. “The lake might be yours, mermaid. But the lands surrounding it aren't. Besides, last I checked, this was a free country and anyone can build a home wherever they want as long as they’re not harming anyone.” He said. It was the most he’d ever said to you and you couldn’t help but notice how nice his deep voice was.
You argued, unreasonably but desperately, “Well this is causing me a lot of harm.”
He shrugged, wings moving behind him. His tail kept swishing around. He threw the cloth into a large bag filled with tools then picked the bag up and grunted, “I don’t care. I’m free to do what I want. In fact,” His voice deepened a little more as he took a step towards you, now standing mere inches away from you. You trembled at the proximity, that space between your legs tingling as he spoke, “I may even row across that little lake of yours if I wish to.”
You held his stare, fuming as you said, “You so much as dip your toe into my lake, I will drown you.” Then you turned around and walked away.
For the next few weeks, you didn’t see Steve at all. Mainly because you either stayed in your underwater caves or you spent all your time in the other lakes with your friends, or with your friends on land. You weren’t willing to admit it but you didn’t want to look at Steve at all, you didn’t want to watch his glorious body moving around as he built his house, with some of his friends’ help. So you stayed away as much as possible.
But then came the day that changed everything.
You reached near the shore, eyeing the cabin Steve had been building. The first floor was almost done, you noticed. And you hated to admit it but it looked cosy even when incomplete. You scoffed at the thought of the gargoyle. Was he in there right now? You knew he’d been wearing the magical crystals which helped him not turn into stone. So could he be walking around in his house right now?
You were just about to shift and maybe go peak in there when you felt a sudden pain in your tail. You looked down and found a large cut, from the middle of your tail down to your fins almost. You froze. You were bleeding and the pain was excruciating and you’d never seen so much blood before, so you panicked.
Your tail flicked quicker in the shallow water because you couldn’t keep it still in panic but the movement also made you bleed even more. You hissed and cried in pain, not knowing what to do.
And just then, you heard the flap of huge wings. You had tears in your eyes so as you looked up all you saw was a male figure with huge wings soaring above you, diving straight down to where you were. And in just a few moments, Steve landed on the shallow waters beside you. The water only came up to his thighs as he rushed over to you quickly.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay,” He said as he picked you up with ease, carrying you over to his cabin, “I’m here. I’ve got you, little one. It’s gonna be okay.” He carefully set you down on his large porch and assessed your wound. “What happened?” He asked.
You sniffled, unable to look at it, “It must be one of the sharp rocks near the shore. I didn’t… it hurts so bad.” You cried, clutching his hand like your life depended on it. You looked up into his eyes and he looked like he was thinking about what to do.
But then your eyes began drooping… and you watched the panicked expression on Steve’s face. You remember him cupping your face, saying, “Hey, stay with me. Come on, don’t…” His voice faded into nothing and there was only darkness after that.
When you woke up again, you were in a large metal tub filled with lake water, with a pillow supporting your neck. The first thing you noticed was the fireplace keeping the room warm. And that you were indoors. You tensed up and looked down at your tail and found it properly bandaged. You could smell the medicine but you didn’t remember anything. You looked around, confused.
Then a voice spoke up from the other side of the room. “You’re safe, don’t worry.” Steve said, walking up and standing by the side of the tub as he looked down at you. You immediately crossed your hands over your bare chest to hide your body but… you noticed you were wearing a shirt.
One that was too large for you. One that would fit Steve’s huge shoulders. You were in Steve’s shirt. You looked up at him, a questioning look in your eyes as you watched him crouch down beside the tub. He rubbed his neck awkwardly and said, “I, uh… I had to go get the witch and her partner and, uh, I figured you wouldn’t wanna be naked around others, right?”
You almost melted. Tears pooled in your eyes. You looked at him in gratitude. “Thank you, Steve.” You said, then pointed at your wound, “My friend, um, she did that?”
Steve nodded, “Yeah. The witch also put medicine in the water and said that you are supposed to soak in it until tomorrow night. Hence the tub. She also said you have to keep the tail still so it can heal better. So, uh, we’re gonna be housemates for a while I suppose.”
You thought about all the mean things you said to him and your eyes watered again. “Steve, I’m sorry,” You sniffled, “I am so, so sorry for everything I ever said to you. I take it all back.” You said. “Thank you for helping me.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.
Steve didn’t smile, didn’t say anything. He just nodded and stood up again. “Is the fire okay? The witch said the warmth will do you good.”
You smiled and nodded, “It’s okay. Thank you.” You said again.
Steve just nodded and turned to walk away. “Yell if you need anything, I’ll be outside.”
You looked out the nearest window and noticed it was still bright outside, maybe late in the afternoon so Steve must be outside building stuff. And sure enough, you heard the sound of him hammering shortly after. But the medicine soon put you to sleep.
When you woke up again, it was morning. You’d slept for hours it seemed. You were to remain in the tub Steve had said and with your tail injured, you couldn’t shift either. So you sighed in the tub, and that’s when Steve walked in.
“No need to pout. Just sit still until it heals and then you can go wherever you want.” He said, handing you food on a plate.
“I’m not pouting,” You said, shoving bread and cheese in your mouth. “I’m just not used to staying in one place for too long.”
Steve grunted, crouching down by the tub and inspected your tail casually, “I could tell by the way you shifted around, tossing and turning all night long in that tub.”
You stopped chewing for a moment. “You were in here with me all night?” You asked.
Steve looked up at you and nodded. “There’s a medicine that needs to be poured into the tub every two hours, so…” He trailed off.
“Oh Steve,” You reached out and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together. “I’m terrible for being so mean to you before. I’m so sorry.” You whispered. You’d misjudged the male, you quickly realised.
He grunted again, then took the empty plate from you and handed you a small vial of what you assumed was medicine. “Drink, sleep. You need rest to be able to heal.” He said, then turned around and walked away.
You did as he asked and slept for the majority of the day. Steve woke you up once during the day and gave you some more food and more medicine. You felt much better already, the pain was almost gone.
You woke up from another nap and noticed that it was night time. The witch’s magic and medicine had worked perfectly because now you could move your tail around in the tub with absolutely no pain.
Steve walked in and saw you looking down at your tail, smiling like crazy. He grunted, “You’re all healed I see. Ready to go back home?”
You nodded, and watched him approach the tub. He slid his arms in and picked you up easily then walked towards the door. It was nice and cool outside, and the lake looked magical with all the fog and moonlight.
Steve walked towards the shore and stepped into the water. He stopped when the water was at his waist before gently lowering you down in it. He stayed still for a moment as you tested your swimming. He watched you as you swam around him once, twice then dove in for a few seconds before coming back, smiling at him.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore!” You exclaimed, swimming closer to him and throwing your arms around his neck without thinking. But to your surprise, your grumpy neighbour wrapped an arm around you. “Thank you, Steve. I don’t know what I would do without you. And I’m sorry for everything I said to you.”
“Be careful.” He said as you pulled away. Then he looked down at you and handed you something. It was another vial of medicine. “Drink it before going to sleep.”
You couldn’t help but tease him, “Who knew you’d be such a good nurse, Steve?” You took the vial and drank it. Then said, swimming around him, “Think I’ll come knocking on your door whenever I’m hurt now.”
He grunted. “I better hold on to that tub then.”
You chuckled. “Thank you for everything.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He went so still you were afraid he might’ve turned to stone in the water. You held back from giggling and said, “Good night, neighbour. I’ll see you soon.”
You knew he watched you as you swam away.
When you swam up to the surface the next day, you found Steve working on something in the water. But it wasn’t his house. So you swam as close as you could to the shore, not wanting to shift yet and neither wanting to cut yourself again, and called out, “What are you doing?”
Steve turned to look at you, then turned back around and said, “Building a jetty.”
You frowned. “Why?”
“It’ll extend deep into the lake.” He explained slowly, though grumpily. “So you don’t have to get close to the shore to shift. You can just get on it, shift, and walk down to the shore. No more cuts, and no more mermaids in tubs in my living room.”
You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips. “Was I that bad of a housemate?” You asked.
Steve turned to look at you, with that same frown on his pretty face. Except now you didn’t mind it because you knew it was just a mask. Deep down, he was a caring and kind soul. The frown, the grunts, the grumpiness and the rude tone was just his armour that he wore.
“You snore.” He accused in all seriousness, then got back to work.
“I do not!” You laughed then swam a little closer. “Do you need help?”
And so, it took you two a few days but the jetty was built nicely. It was sturdy too. And on the day that you finished building, you both sat on the edge and shared a quick dinner of bread, cheese and fresh berries.
You thought it’d be better to not shift for a few more days so you sat beside Steve on the jetty with your tail dipped in the water. You noticed the way Steve looked at your tail just swishing around.
“It’s healed up nicely.” You told him, looking into his eyes. Steve nodded but didn’t say anything and stared ahead. You watched his side profile and really, it should be a crime for someone to have that perfect of a side profile. His wings were tucked in behind him, his tail lay flat on the wood. He seemed so… relaxed. “I really am sorry, Steve.” You said.
This made him look right at you. “You’ve apologised many times.” He said.
“I feel so bad.” You admitted. “I’ve been so mean to you and you still took care of me.”
He shrugged. “Any good neighbour would.”
You smiled at him. Then asked, “Can we be friends?”
To your surprise, he nodded. “Yes. We can.” He said.
And so was born a rather peculiar camaraderie between you and Steve. You’d often go check up on him as he built the last bits of his house. You’d smile and say hello, and he’d grunt. You’d often bring him bread and cheese from the market. When you collected berries, you’d leave some on his front porch if ever he was asleep or just not home. Then you’d constantly poke your head up on the surface and check if he took them.
He always did.
And right now, as you walked down the jetty, one look at the cabin let you know that Steve wasn’t home. Oh well, guess annoying him would have to wait.
So you made your way to the market as usual. You met up with your friends before making your way to your favourite shop. Except one you walked in, instead of the witch, you found a certain gargoyle with blue eyes moving around in there like the shop was his instead.
“Oh hello Steve!” You smiled at him.
He gave you a curt nod, then got back to arranging things on a shelf.
“So… what exactly are you doing here?” You asked, browsing through the jewellery and the charms. “Where’s Bucky?”
Steve answered as he carefully labelled each vial. “The witch is expecting their second child sometime later this week. Bucky asked her not to work in this condition. And he’s at home with her, so I offered to manage the shop until they’re ready to take over again.” He didn’t lift his head once. You were used to his standoff-ish manner now so you didn’t mind, neither did you mistake it for rudeness.
Although it was a little weird watching him be normal with others. With his friends, for instance, he’d laugh and joke and be relaxed around them. Around you on the other hand, he seemed tense most of the time.
“I see,” You smiled at the thought of your friend and Bucky. They were such an adorable couple. “So you’ll be working here for a while-,” You stopped talking the moment you turned around and found Steve standing just inches away from you. You were surprised because you hadn’t heard him move at all. “Um, hello.” You said nervously given the gargoyle did nothing but just stare down at you. Given his beastly height and build, you had to crane your head up to look at him.
Steve only said, “You’re drenched.”
You chuckled, “Well, I do live in a lake, Steve.”
He didn’t say anything, he just stared.
You followed his eyes and looked down to find your nipples all perked up and showing through the flimsy, wet fabric. “Oh,” You awkwardly crossed your arms over your chest, “Um, well usually my dresses dry out in the sun but it’s rather cloudy today.” You answered, your face burning in embarrassment.
Steve grunted, then said, “Leave your clothes at the cabin. I’ll leave the door open so you can go in there and change. And be dry. Instead of walking around looking like… like this.” He said in his usual grumpy tone.
“Oh,” You were surprised at his hospitality. “Thank you, Steve. You’re very kind.” You said, then couldn’t help but want to break the sudden, strange tension that had formed between you two. You chuckled and said, “I didn’t know a naked body could bother you that much.” You teased.
Silence. Then without another word said, Steve leaned in. You took a small step back, your back now pressing against the bookshelf behind you. You couldn’t look away from his eyes. Steve placed a hand beside your head, caging you in. Your heart began racing.
In that deep voice of his he said, “Your body doesn’t bother me, little one. But the thought of every other male watching you walk around like this does.”
“Oh.” You shivered, mere inches separated you from him. If you wanted, you could press your front to his and bask in his warmth. But you were too surprised to move. Plus the heat radiating off of his body was intoxicating. You looked up at his face, really looked at him. His hair which kept getting longer, his horns as dark as his wings, the stubble on his cheeks which only made him look even more handsome.
Perhaps it was the sharpness of his clenched jaws, or the softness in his eyes but something made you stand on your tiptoes so you could press your mouth against him. Steve’s warm hands were on you immediately. His mouth moved cautiously against yours, his hands wrapping around you to pull you closer and slightly off the ground. You let out a soft moan as he teased you with his tongue and he growled against your open mouth before kissing you deeper.
Your arms around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair as you pulled him closer gently. Steve, despite his natural roughness, was careful with how he handled you. His mouth moved softly against yours, kissing you deeper and passionately. You wanted to hold on to his horns, just to see what it feels like but then you figured that would be too much.
Your drenched dress and his shirt was the only thing separating your bodies but somehow, for now this was enough. Steve was the first one to pull away, gently. He carefully set you back on your feet and stared into your eyes. You couldn’t help but look down at those swollen lips.
“Um,” You whispered, “I think I’m gonna go now.” You stepped to the side and immediately hated it because you wanted to be pressed up against him again. But you couldn’t, not here. “I guess I’ll see you later.” You said with a shy smile and Steve remained frozen in place as you walked out of the shop.
—
All this was new to Steve. The tingly feeling whenever he saw you, the way his heart began to race whenever you so much as spared him a glance, the way he felt the need to wrap his arms and wings around you and keep you safe from everything and everyone.
It all started that day he first saw you in the forest. He was floored but he didn’t know how to handle it so his first instinct was to push you away, to be mean in hopes that you would never look at him again. But then he kept meeting you again and again. And each time, he couldn’t bear to ignore you.
Being around you was enchanting, addicting. Like some ancient call that he felt the need to answer. In fact he was so deeply infatuated he chose to build his home as close to yours as possible like a fool.
And each time he’d have to calm his racing heart when he saw you. He’d have to hold back from reaching out and touching your skin.
The day he found you all alone and injured in the lake, he panicked. He’d never felt so protective over anyone before. Seeing you pass out from the pain was like someone took a sword and slashed his heart in two. He always thought himself incapable of feelings but then… you happened.
And now after kissing you, after finally knowing what your lips tasted like he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pretend for much longer.
—
Ever since that day, Steve would leave his house unlocked in the mornings when he left to go open the shop. And slowly, day by day, he would notice your clothes accumulating in his home.
A week later he ended up building you a trunk where you could put your dresses, then he began leaving extra towels in the shower for you to use.
Some days later he found a comb and some strands of hair on the ground and he surprised himself when he caught a soft smile on his face while thinking about you sharing his space, his home.
You both often had dinner on his front porch, just in comfortable silence because he believed he was awful company but given the fact that you’d come back again and again to have meals with him made him wonder that maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.
–
One morning, as per usual you got out of the lake, walked down the jetty and ran into Steve’s house. You’d long stopped checking if he was home because at this time in the morning he was never here. He was always at the shop.
So there you were, naked as you rummaged through the trunk he’d made you. You grabbed a clean, dry dress and made your way to the shower. You were grateful for Steve because thanks to him now you could shower with warm water and pat yourself completely dry with his soft towels before getting ready to set out for the day. Such small luxuries but they made you feel so much better.
So you grabbed your stuff and walked into the shower like you owned it. And then froze as you looked down at the large tub you intended to bathe in. There was a naked male in there, who was also frozen as he stared at you in shock.
He looked like a god. Sitting there in a large tub, steam rising and swirling around him. His wings half dipped in the water. His damp hair stuck to his horns and face a little, the stubble on his cheeks seemed thicker. He hadn’t shaved yet, you noticed. It made him look feral. Like an ancient, forgotten god one would stumble upon in the middle of a dark forest. He made your thighs clench together just by sitting there.
You squirmed. “Oh um,” You tried your best to hide your body with the towel. “Steve. I should’ve knocked. I’m sorry, you’re usually not home at this time. I’ll-”
He cut you off by extending an arm out, saying, “Come. There’s room for both of us here.”
Screw it. He’s probably seen you naked plenty of times before. So you placed the dress and the towel down and took his hand as he guided you into the spacious tub. Honestly, it could fit three beings the size of Steve so there was indeed plenty of room for you two.
You let out a soft sigh once you were submerged into the warm water.
“Is it too hot for you?” Steve asked.
“Oh no it’s perfect. It is a bit chilly outside anyway, so this is nice.” You noticed the way your bodies pressed against each other as you sat beside him. Your thighs touched his but neither of you moved your legs away from one another.
He nodded, then reached down and grabbed a bar of soap but instead of handing it to you, you watched him pause and consider something for a quick moment before he said, “Come here,” He spoke softly, pointing at the space in front of him, in between his muscular legs.
You moved immediately, giving him your back. The moment he began lathering soap down your back and neck and arms, you had to hold back a moan at how good his hands felt moving over your skin. You could tell he was hesitant in the beginning but then you leaned back a little, getting closer to him and he took it as a sign to relax and just wash you.
His movement was slow and gentle, the silence was comfortable. The scent of the lavender soap filled your head and everything was perfect. So you quietly leaned back completely against Steve. He was so much larger than you that your head tucked in nicely under his chin. His hands moved down your sides under the water. He was way past washing you now. He just let his hands roam your body and you let him do that because it felt nice.
You were a bit too aware of where your bare body touched his. His muscular chest pressed against your back. Your thighs rested on top of his and something warm and hard pressed against your lower back, and it made your face heat up again. And you couldn’t help but squirm when you felt his fingers stroking your inner thigh.
Steve let out a hiss as you accidentally rubbed against his erection. “I’m sorry,” You mumbled, then remained still. His fingers didn’t move any higher, but the slow and deliberate strokes around your inner thighs were driving you insane. “Oh Steve,” You couldn’t help but whine, “Please, stop teasing me just… just touch me already.”
He tensed up behind you for a moment, then said, “Turn around then.”
You moved immediately. You stood up before turning around to face him and then lowered back down, straddling his thighs as you sat on his lap, looking right into his eyes. His large hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer.
Something changed in his eyes as you watched. He seemed much more confident, if not a little cocky now. “Want me to touch you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
You nodded, blinking at him. He was so beautiful. How did you manage to stay away from him all this time? He was the most handsome male you’d ever seen. And you’d seen a lot. “Yes, please.”
He shamelessly looked down at the water, clearly seeing how you straddled his lap. He smirked, and it took your breath away. “Where exactly would you like me to touch you?” He asked.
You almost moaned at the sound of his voice. You reached down, grabbed his hand and guided it over to where you needed him, in between your legs and you pressed his fingers against your folds down there. “Here, please.” You whispered.
He let out a rare chuckle. “Oh?” He moved his fingers around, “Let’s hear it then,” He slid two fingers up and down your slit, “Does that feel good?”
You threw your head back, whining as you moved your hips against his fingers, wanting more friction. “Yes, more please…” You cried out as he gently rubbed your clit.
Steve pressed a finger against your opening, not sliding it just yet. He asked, “You’re so sensitive. It’s been a while since someone touched you, huh?” He teased you even more, loving the way you’d squirm at the slightest of touch.
You looked back at him, and sheepishly said, “No one’s ever touched me there.” He froze at the sound of that, then before he could pull his hand away, you grabbed his wrist and held it in place as you ground your hips down on it, “Oh please, Steve. I want you. I want it to be you.”
He growled as he leaned in to kiss you, a little more rough this time. “You’re killing me.” He said, moving his fingers once again, and carefully sliding one inside of you. “Is this what you want, hmm?” He slowly moved his finger in and out of you, the feeling was foreign to you but so pleasurable.
You arched your back, pressing your chest into him as he finger-fucked you slowly. “Yes, more…” You murmured against his lips, gasping as he slid his finger deeper inside you.
“Don’t be greedy,” He chided playfully. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, keeping his finger inside you as he moved his thumb around toying with your clit. You’d never been touched this way, or any way, so his fingers alone made you gasp and moan and whine louder and louder.
“Steve,” You gasped, “You’ll never hurt me,” You whispered as you felt a pressure forming in between your legs. And before you knew it, you were coming undone all over his finger, moaning and grinding your hips against his hand.
Steve watched you with a proud look in his eyes as you came all over his hand. The water had long gone cold, making your nipples harden and he couldn’t help but lean down to take one in his mouth.
The warmth of his mouth made you clench around his finger which was still buried inside you and he had you whining and squirming in no time, his teeth teasing your nipple while his free hand fondled the other one.
He was surprised when he felt your hand feeling around his abdomen until you found what you were looking for. He growled when he felt you grab his cock, stroking it slowly. Then you asked, sounding a little embarrassed, “Am I doing this right?”
Steve released your breasts and kissed his way up your body until he reached your mouth, “Yeah. Just like that, little one.” He whispered against your mouth as you tried your hardest to jerk him off but you just wouldn’t get the hang of it.
Steve chuckled when he heard a little growl of frustration leave your mouth. “Oh just fuck me with it,” You said, looking up at him.
Steve just gave you a faint smile, “Not today.”
You whined, “Why?”
“You’re not ready. And I don’t want to hurt you. Now come on, the water’s cold.” He made to move and get up but you just slumped against his muscular chest with a groan.
“Can we just stay here all day?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him.
Steve held you securely and stood up, taking you with him as he stepped out of the tub. “No we can’t. I have work.”
You groaned again as he carried you over to where your towel was. He placed you down, picked it up and carefully patted you dry. You kept trying to convince him in vain, “But what if I let you put more than just your finger inside me?”
Steve looked up at you since he was crouched down by your feet, drying your legs. “Very tempting, but no.”
You frowned, “But Steve-,”
He cut you off by standing up and pulling you closer to him, hands shamelessly grabbing your butt cheeks. He pressed you to his naked body and said, “Another time, I promise. I want to be able to take my time with you. And I don’t want to hurt you. Yes?”
You nodded, “Yes.”
He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Get dressed.” He said and you had to pretend like the authority in his voice didn’t drive you insane.
—
Things were casual and fun for the next coming weeks. Stolen kisses, warm hugs, and more and more pinning from your end because Steve wouldn’t do anything beyond making you come undone all over his fingers.
The one time he did use his tongue was after a terrible joke he made when you’d tried to make him dinner.
“What do gargoyles like to eat?” You’d asked cheerfully.
Steve looked at you dead in the eyes and said, “Freshwater fish.”
He’d earned himself a towel thrown at his face. Then he had apologised by bending you over his kitchen table and made you come all over his tongue.
You wanted more than day too. But he said he didn’t want to hurt you.
So you understood, and waited. And in the meantime, your bond just solidified even more. Steve could spend hours in the evening sitting on the jetty and talking to you. You’d show him your tricks, jumping out of the water and diving back in then come back up just to see if you impressed him.
You’d often bring him random things from the depths of the lake, mainly pretty rocks. And he’d keep them all in a box.
—
Then the weather changed. And one evening, there was a terrible thunderstorm. Lightning and thunder echoing around and shaking the ground even.
Steve made sure all of his windows were secure. He’d check the upstairs area twice now, no leaks, no broken window thankfully.
He was in the middle of feeding more wood logs into the fireplace when he heard faint knocks at his front door. Due to the loud thunder he almost missed it. But he’d been hoping you’d show up. So he took a warm towel with him as he answered the door, wrapped the towel around you and pulled you in.
He didn’t let you go immediately. He hugged your cold body close and whispered, “You’re shaking, little one. What is it?”
You held onto him for dear life and said, “The thunder,” You sniffled and hugged him even tighter. “They echo in the caves down there, and… and-,”
“Shh,” He cut you off. “It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe here.” He said, “You need a warm bath, come.”
–
Steve left you to soak in the tub full of warm water and once you stopped shaking, you stepped out, patted yourself dry and put on clean clothes. You went back into the living area and found Steve fussing with the fireplace.
He looked as he saw you come in. And gave you a breathtaking smile. “Warm enough?” He asked.
You nodded.
“Hungry?” He asked.
“No,” You whispered.
“Come here then,” He extended a hand out for you to take. You took it and he pulled you down beside him, both of you sitting on soft rugs in front of the fire. He immediately curled a wing around you. “Here,” He said, handing you a mug filled with warm, sweet tea. He watched as you took a careful sip then let out a moan at how good it was.
You placed the mug down and snuggled up to him. He was warm, and cosy despite the muscles. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed, pleased with where you were. His wing wrapped around you a little better, like your personal little cocoon. It was weird to admit that this felt better than being in your lake.
“What did you usually do during thunderstorms? When I wasn’t here?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so close you were almost on his lap.
“I’d hide in the caves.” You answered. “Or when I could tell the weather would be bad I’d go to the other lakes and be with my friends. But the caves are so loud, you know? I can never sleep during thunderstorms.”
Steve sighed, wrapping both arms around you. “I’m here now. I’ve got you.” He whispered. His tail wrapped gently around your exposed leg.
“I know,” You said, placing your hand on his clothed thigh. Then bravely slid your hand upwards to see if he would stop you. “I trust you, Steve.” You murmured, turning your head to kiss his neck. “And I want you.” Your lips brushed against his skin as you spoke and he shuddered.
He was quiet for a few moments. Your hand kept inching closer to the hardness in his pants. He let out a groan then said, “Promise you’ll tell me to stop if I hurt you?”
You nodded, nuzzling his neck. “I promise.”
Next thing you knew, Steve's mouth was on yours, kissing you hard and passionately. His hands grabbed and touched you everywhere, your thighs, your waist, your breasts, his tail wrapping around your ankle, it was a lot at once. You moaned into his mouth as he slid his hands along your inner thighs.
He nudged you backwards, making you lay down on the rug. He held himself up above you with one hand, while the other explored your body through the thin dress.
“Take it off,” You whined, wanting to feel his touch on your bare skin.
Steve chuckled before helping you in taking the dress off and tossing it around somewhere. Then his mouth was on your skin immediately. You arched your back, pressing up against him until he took the hint and placed his mouth around your nipple, biting down gently.
He teased you until you were an absolute mess under him, hips trying to grind against him, your hands sliding into his hair, one wrapped around his horn while the other pulled him closer to you.
He released your breasts and kissed his way down your body. You supported yourself up on your elbows as you watched him. He was so much larger than you, it shouldn’t turn you on so much. But it did. He seemed even more feral now in the golden light from the fire.
Wings flared being him, tail swishing in what you now concluded was excitement as he placed his hands on your thighs and spread them as much as they would go. He stared at the wetness in between your legs before looking up and meeting your eyes with hunger in his eyes.
“Is this alright? You want us to stop?” He asked, even though you could clearly tell he was having difficulty in holding back from ravishing you.
You nodded quickly, “Don’t stop,” You whispered.
He gave you a wild smirk, his tail wrapping around your ankle again and pining your leg to the ground. “Well, then.” He pressed his lips to your inner thigh, kissing his way up to where you craved him.
You laid back down on the rug as your body squirmed. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft, long hair. Eventually grabbing onto his horns as he brought his mouth over to your clit, sucking on it hard enough to make you cry out. The feeling of his soft, warm mouth and the roughness of his stubble made you lose your mind.
His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance, occasionally flicking your clit. You tugged gently at his horn, pulling him closer and he growled against your skin in response. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. You were sure your arousal must be dripping onto the rug by now.
“You taste so good,” Steve whispered. And chuckled when you let out an even louder moan at the sound of that.
You looked down and whined at the sight of his body kneeling in between your parted legs. You could even see the erection in his pants and that alone made you grind against his mouth mindlessly.
Steve chuckled, securing his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs spread as far as they would go. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds.
You shivered under his touch, then bit your lip to refrain from moaning too loudly. You sighed, then gasped audibly as he slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit.
“Does that feel good?” He asked. And chuckled when you were only able to moan in response. “No one else is ever going to touch you like this, you hear me? This is mine. You’re mine.”
“Yes…” You gasped. “All yours.” You whispered, breathless.
He hummed in satisfaction. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently.
You squirmed and moaned and gasped under his addictive touch, your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you.
You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room. Your fingers scratched his scalp as you tugged harder on his horns as you came.
You sighed in bliss as Steve left small kisses up your body until he stared deep into your eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked, so softly you almost melted.
You nodded quickly. “Yes. I want you, please,” You begged.
He smiled down at you, then pulled away only for a few moments, to take his shirt off and undo his pants. Then he was onto you again, pressing you down on the soft rug as he kissed you again. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of you on his tongue still.
He kept kissing you until you growled in frustration and arched your back to get closer to him. You could feel his erection pressing against you and you couldn’t wait anymore. “Steve,” You begged, whining against his mouth, “I might die if you don’t fuck me right now.”
He smirked against your lips, kissing you one last time before pulling away. His hand reached down to grab his cock and guide it over to your opening. You were a little nervous given his size but you were also ready for it. He slid his tip up and down your wet folds, driving you insane. And while you were in the middle of whining and squirming, he slowly slipped inside of you, groaning as he went.
The feeling was new, and it was a little uncomfortable at first but it didn’t hurt.
“Am I hurting you?” He asked with sheer desire and want in his voice, hunger in his eyes.
You gasped, feeling him stretching you out, filling you up. He was halfway in and you already felt so full of him. “No,” You gasped, “More, please.” You begged again.
He nodded, then held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist, then slowly leaned down to give you a messy kiss, sliding all the way into you finally. “Fuck,” He swore, voice cracking. “You feel so good.”
You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he moved his hips the slightest bit. And you cried out at the feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you. He was being so careful and gentle with you, and while it warmed your heart, you also wanted more.
You cupped his cheek, making him look right into your eyes. “You won’t hurt me,” You said, “But I… I need you.”
He understood what you meant. Steve closed his eyes, then nodded before leaning down to kiss you again. And then he fucked you without restraints. His tail wrapping around your thigh, pulling you closer. His hands on your waist, pulling you into him each time he thrust into you. Your fingers scratched down his back until you found the base of his wings and experimented by touching them, stroking them carefully.
Steve paused, then groaned animalistically. “Very sensitive,” He murmured.
You smiled and traced your fingers along the length of his dark, leathery wings and Steve shuddered, reaching around to grab your hands and pinning them above your head before pounding into your again.
You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up into you. You moaned, feeling all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him moving against your body. The thunder outside, you couldn’t hear it. The lightning illuminating the room occasionally, you didn’t pay attention to it.
This was all that mattered, being in front of a fire and under Steve’s powerful body.
“You feel so fucking good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to kiss you again. “So warm, and perfect for me.” He growled, “Tell me I feel good inside you, little one. Tell me.”
You were barely able to form a thought. His hard and muscular body felt amazing against yours. His long hair tickled your skin as he moved. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. “Oh, you feel so good.” You mumbled, “So good, please don’t stop.”
Steve looked down at you as you clenched around his cock. He smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in. “You’re all mine,” He whispered. The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. “Are you going to come all over my cock? Hmm?”
You nodded, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his fingers found your clit as he pounded into you mercilessly.
“Come for me…” he whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the floor as you came hard around his cock.
He kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing.
He watched you as you went limp under him, still gasping for air. He released your wrists, kissing them before placing them on either side of your head. He gave you some time, kissing up and down your neck, kissing your face until you calmed down a little. “That was so good,” He whispered against your cheek, “You did so well. But I need to have you again,” He pleaded, “I want more.”
You nodded quickly. “I’m all yours, Steve.”
He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth before pulling out of you. He was still very much hard as he flipped you around, your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against the soft rug. “Is this alright?” He asked.
You were still catching your breath when his hand reached around and teased in between your legs, his fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble and moan. “Yes,” You whispered.
His body bent over yours, his warm chest pressing against your back as he kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until his mouth reached your ear, “You tell me if this hurts, okay?”
You nodded, “I will.” You said.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, softly but you could hear the wild hunger in his deep, low voice. He licked along your neck and said, “I want you to come all over my cock again, you hear me?” He bit down on your shoulder and you let out a loud moan.
You whimpered, “Yes.” You murmured, voice laced with need and lust as he pulled away from your ear and kissed along your shoulders. Then you felt his hands on you as he gripped each side of your hips then pushed into you from behind. Slow and deliberate strokes, until he fit inside you fully.
He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely and moved in and out of you desperately trying to make you come for him again. Your fingers gripped the rug beneath you tightly, and your mind felt foggy, you moaned wantonly as he pounded into you, not easing into it this time. He took you higher and higher.
Your walls throbbed and clenched around him each time he filled you up. You could feel the tip of his tail reach around to toy with your clit and it only made you lose all the sanity you had.
With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Come for me.” He hissed, then grunted loudly as you tightened around him, coming undone again.
He groaned and growled as he came deep inside you, swearing under his breath. You whimpered as you felt his warm cum filling you up. Steve laid down beside you, his wing curling around both of you, like a warm leathery blanket.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“Yes,” You sighed. You leaned into his warmth. The thunder outside didn’t scare you anymore. “Can I stay until morning?” You asked, kissing his chest.
He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, and said in that deep voice of his, “You can stay forever if you’d like.”
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a/n: check out heartless if you wanna read about Bucky and the witch ;)
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mermaid!reader living in the seas of fontaine - drabbles ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
Obviously you are going to play and make friends with the Fontaine animals 🙄
They’re just too cute to ignore!
You would constantly collect seashells and other gadgets near the shore and show it off to the sea otters
Sunbathing with the Blubberbeasts are a MUST
Most of the seahorses follow you around to play bubbles with you
Playing hide and seek with the crabs
Since you are a curious fellow, you would always wondered what it be like to live on land
You almost got caught when fishermen decided to throw nets in the water
Luckily you escaped! :D
On occasions, you would sometimes either sleep on the warm, soft sand or the gigantic leaves
Cuddling with the otters when you nap
You almost freaked out when a diver had suddenly approached you when you were gathering seashells (it was Freminet)
Bro was shocked
Eventually, you two became besties, showing each other you favorite collections when you guys scavenge
There are many legends from Fontaine that there existed a lonely mermaid in the seas
Of course, only children believed that and not adults
When Aether and Paimon had first arrived to Fontaine, they saw a head poking out of the water before popping back
Aether was VERY confused
“Aether? Are you okay?” Paimon was little worried when she saw the Traveler looking out into the distance.
“I thought I saw…” Aether muttered before he soon noticed a woman adorned with cat ears looking out into the ocean.
Shortly after, Aether soon gained Hydro powers and decided to investigate the strange occurrence as soon as possible
You didn’t expect a human with no diving suit deciding to jump into the water (you almost screamed)
Aether was taken aghast when he saw a FREAKING MERMAID
You cautiously swam around him, your eyes scanning his body and the outworldly clothes he wore
Aether thought you were really pretty, especially your tail
Sensing he was no threat, you decided to give him a tour of the seas!
Aether had to keep up because you were swimming too fast (curse his human legs…)
Part 2? When you meet other characters? :)
#genshin impact#mermaid#mermaid!reader#fontaine#genshin x reader#genshin x you#x reader#drabble#genshin imagines#freminet#aether#paimon#genshin x y/n#genshin fanfic#reader included#reader insert#y/n insert#genshin fluff#fanfic#fanfiction#blubberbeast#fontaine archon quest
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 & 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌
summary: when you and chrissy save a pirate from drowning, you get him to show you what humans do for fun. [pirate!eddie x mermaid!reader x mermaid!chrissy]
cw: slight manipulation from u n chrissy, reader is mentioned to have long hair so she can cover her chest, smut || 18+ only [ft. threesome, oral sex (m receiver), handjob, cum play, monster fucking (technically?? u n chrissy are the monsters lol), beach sex, reader n chrissy are very innocent but somehow two whores?? who knew u could be both]
a/n: this was super fun to write ngl. please lmk what u think!!
“Isn’t he kinda… cute?” Chrissy asks you, eyes glued to the man laying on the shore between your bodies.
You look down at him, taking in his soft cheeks and his nicely shaped nose. You trace the bridge of it with a finger, leaving his skin dewy with droplets of sea water, and drift your gaze down to his plush lips. Under the slight bluish tint they have from being underwater for too long, you can still make out their natural pink colour.
In the back of your mind, you wonder if they’d feel as soft as Chrissy’s lips do on yours.
“Yeah," you hum, now tracing his cupid’s bow. “He’s pretty.”
She twirls one strand of his hair around her finger. “And his hair! It’s almost as long as Jane’s now that she’s back.”
The mention of Jane brings back the memory of the captain that kept her for years for his twisted experiments on your people and reminds you what exactly lays between you and Chrissy. You recoil your hand back and grab her wrist. “He’s a human, Chrissy. We shouldn’t have helped him.”
Her delicate features contort into a confused frown. “But he was drowning. He would’ve died if we hadn’t pulled him out!”
Maybe he should’ve, is what you’re about to say when the man starts coughing. The coughs wreck his body and water spills from his lips, his eyes slowly fluttering open but narrowing quickly from the glare of the sun. He tries to get up, using his elbows as leverage, but another cough throws him back down.
“Take it easy,” Chrissy tells him, shielding him from the sun with her body. His eyes widen at the sight of her, grow even wider when he realises she isn’t alone and sees you next to her. “You had a nasty fall.”
“Wha– What’s going on?” His voice is hoarse from the abuse his vocal chords suffered and the lack of proper air in his lungs. “Who are you?”
“I’m Chrissy, and this is–”
“Chrissy! Don’t tell him our names!” You scold.
She rolls her eyes at your overprotectiveness. “He’s not going to do anything. He can barely stand.”
You scowl at her. “You can be so careless. It’s a wonder you still have your tail on.”
“Tail?” The man's baffled voice breaks up your argument. He glances to the side and sees both of your tails wagging in the air– Chrissy’s baby blue scales and your purple ones shimmering under the golden light. “Woah! What the fuck?!”
“See? He hasn’t got a clue what we are. He’s not going to kidnap us or whatever dark fantasy you’ve created in your mind– anyway!” She changes the subject before you can tell her that you don’t have fantasies about a human male kidnapping you. She turns to him and smiles sweetly. “What’s your name?”
The long haired man looks between the two of you, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Ed– Eddie. Eddie Munson.”
“Eddie,” she tastes the name on her tongue. “That’s pretty. What happened to you? You’re pretty far from home.”
“I, uh, my ship got wrecked.” He gulps when you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. Your mother had warned you of human men and the lies they would tell you to get you to trust them and this one sounded very familiar. “There was a storm and– and a wave flipped us over. My friends– shit,” he wipes his face with his hands, clearly distressed. Your heart softens ever so slightly. “I have to find them.”
He tries to get up again but you place a hand on his chest and he freezes. He stares at you, brown eyes pulling you in like a current. “I’m sorry about your friends but you shouldn’t go anywhere yet. You’re still hurt,” you point to his arm where a deep gash seeps blood down to his forearm.
“Fuck,” he swears. He looks down at himself and rips a piece of the cloth he’s wearing over his torso with a low grunt that makes your scales tingle. He wraps it around the wound, hissing when it presses against the gash and baring his teeth. He struggles to tie a knot, yet you and Chrissy are mesmerized as you watch him work.
“What’s that?” You ask him once he’s done.
“What’s– Oh, this? It’s a dressing. To keep the wound from infecting.”
“No, I mean the… things you put on your body.” He points to his chest to make sure you’re asking what he thinks you’re asking. “Yeah, those. They don’t seem very comfortable.”
“You don’t know what these are?” He looks at your bodies and realises that neither you or Chrissy is wearing anything to cover your chests, only your long hair keeping some of your modesty. Blood rushes to his cheeks and you giggle at how pink he suddenly is.
He seems to be speaking to himself when he mumbles, “Oh, wow. No, no, of course you don’t know. You’re mermaids. Very pretty and n-naked mermaids.” He clears his throat and blinks awkwardly, looking away to pretend he wasn’t ogling at you. “They– They’re clothes. This is, um, a shirt. And these are pants,” he explains, pointing to his chest and legs.
“And that thing under your pants?” You point to his groin where a bulge strains against the thin black fabric. “Is that where you keep your shells?”
Eddie gets even redder. “That’s, um…” He seems at a loss of words, mouth opening and closing without making any sound.
“Oh, we love collecting shells! Can we see?” Chrissy eagerly leans forward and unties the knot that keeps his pants tied together, lowering them quickly without waiting for Eddie’s answer. Instead of the clatter of shells you were expecting, something long and thick hits Eddie’s stomach. “Oh, that’s… not a shell.”
“What even is it?” You tilt your head to the side and reach your hand towards it. You’re about to touch it when Eddie’s fingers wrap around your wrist tightly, stopping your movements.
He almost cowers from the deadly glare you’re giving him for touching you so roughly. “Sorry, sorry.” He takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact. “That’s, uh, that’s my cock.”
“Cock?” Eddie closes his eyes when he hears Chrissy’s sweet voice say such a filthy word. His cock twitches. “Oh my Poseidon, it moved,” she whispers to you in awe.
“What is it for?” You ask him.
“For fucking.” That one answer came out naturally for him but when he sees your confused stares he scrambles his brain for a word you would understand. “Uh… mating. For mating and… playing.”
“How do you play with it? It seems rather… stiff.”
Eddie plays with a strand of his hair, trying to cover some of his burning face with it. “You touch it. With your hand. Or you– you put it inside a woman. Or man.”
You stare at his cock– long and thick and as pink as his lips, with a tip that’s a slightly darker hue than the rest of it. There’s a thick tuft of curls at the base and two round sacks hanging heavy from it. You can’t help but want to squeeze them.
You lick your lips and look back at Chrissy who’s doing the same as you. Ogling. Her eyes are dark with need, the same look she gets when you two are left alone for more than a couple of minutes– especially on a full moon.
Before you can pay attention to the warning voice of your mother that echoes in your ears, you ask, “Can we play with it?”
Eddie swallows harshly. “I don’t think–”
“Please?” Chrissy asks, pouting her lips, her voice taking in the sultry tone the elder mermaids spend years teaching you. Her tail flicks yours and you copy her, rounding out your narrowed eyes and looking at him pleadingly. “We don’t know if we’ll ever see a human again. We just want to know what it feels like.”
Eddie seems to debate with himself for a few seconds, only the sounds of the crashing waves breaking the silence. Your voices and your eyes have him in a trance and, completely ignoring all the warnings he heard about mermaids, he nods, wet hair swinging with the sharp movements. “Yeah, okay. Knock yourselves out.”
You and Chrissy giggle happily and wrap a hand each around him, tails wiggling in excitement. You twist them around, getting a feel of the velvety skin and the ridges of the veins that lead towards the head, watching amazed as Eddie’s cock grows more stiff, becoming heavy in your palms.
“What’s happening? Why is it getting so hard?”
Eddie takes a deep breath to ground himself, nostrils flaring. “Cause I’m turned on.”
“Turned on?”
“You’re making me feel really good,” he rephrases through clenched teeth. Your hands are incredibly smooth as you hold him, probably from the slick film coating them to protect them from the abrasion of the salt in the water. He exhales a shaky gasp of pleasure when you slowly glide them up and down, his stomach flexing.
You bite your lip and look up at him. “And how do we make you feel more good?”
“He’s been looking at your tits a lot,” Chrissy pipes up before Eddie can answer. There’s mischief in her blue eyes as she pulls your hair away from your chest, revealing your breasts completely. Eddie’s mouth falls wide open. “Do they ‘turn you on’, Eddie? Go ahead, touch them,” she encourages him.
You sigh when his hand cups your breast and kneads the fat gently, thumb flicking your hard nipple. Eddie watches your expressions carefully. When you arch forward into his touch and tighten your hand around, making him groan, he twists your nipple, earning himself a sweet moan from you.
“Aren’t they soft? They also feel really good in my mouth, Eddie.” Chrissy smirks, moving her own strawberry blonde hair out of the way so Eddie can touch hers as well.
“Holy shit.” His mind conjures up a filthy image– the two of you under the water, hands slowly down your bodies and mouths kissing every inch of skin they could, eyes rolling back once you sucked on the others breasts. His hips buck up. “You two– you play together?”
“Mhm. All the time.”
“Oh my God.” His grip on your tits tightens. He keeps tilting his hips up, moaning softly as he fucks your hands. Something that has a pearly sheen starts to leak out of his slit and drip down his shaft, making your fingers sticky. “Yeah, lick it up, sweetheart. C’mon,” he groans when Chrissy asks if she can taste them.
She slides her tongue over your knuckles and catches the first drops that fell, eyes widening at the salty flavour. She hums appreciatively and leans down for more. “That’s nice. D’you want a taste?” She asks you.
You nod enthusiastically and her fingers gently grab your chin, tilting your head towards her so she can dribble the white substance into your mouth. “S’good,” you breathe out.
Eddie slams a hand on the sand, eyes hazy with lust as he watches the two of you share his precum and enjoy it. None of the women back home had ever done something like that, not even some of the whores his friends brought back to the ship on the odd nights they stayed in a popular town’s port.
You keep stroking his cock as you kiss, focusing more on the upper part of his shaft since your hand is on top of Chrissy’s. You gently squeeze the head and more precum oozes out. You flick your tongue over his slit and give it back to Chrissy, pecking her lips sweetly when she swallows it down.
Eddie groans when you do it again. “Like that. Just like that. You’re doing so good. G-Give it a little kiss– oh fuck.”
His eyes roll back when you kiss his tip, soft lips peppering little kisses all around it. Chrissy copies you, letting go of him so she has more flesh to kiss and slobber all over. Your eyes meet as you lick him, your happiness clear in your gazes.
She takes your hand and guides you down to the two soft sacks that caught your eye before, adding the smallest pressure to the back of your hand so you cup his balls and squeeze them with care.
Eddie moans loudly and throws his head back on the sand. “Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re– Jesus H Christ.” He gasps in surprise when Chrissy wraps her warm mouth around his dick and you kitten lick his fuzzy balls. “Oh, you’re gonna kill me.”
He lets go of your chest and the sand so he can add pressure to the back of both of your heads, keeping you stuck to his groin. Carefully, he thrusts his hips up, slowly fucking Chrissy’s untrained throat and making her gag.
The lewd sounds make you squirm in place, the musky scent of Eddie’s hairs that tickle your nose doing little to calm you down. You’re desperate for some relief but it’s not a full moon yet– you have no legs to spread for him. So you whine needily around his balls, eyebrows scrunching up in desperation.
Eddie shushes you, scratching your scalp with the tips of his fingers to help you calm down. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he coos. “J-Just a little more and you’ll make me cum so fucking hard. Gonna fill your girlfriend’s throat and make her share it with you, since you liked my cum so much. You want that?”
You look at Chrissy and see the tears springing in her lower waterline from the abuse her throat is suffering, some of them already falling down her rosy cheeks. With your thumb, you brush them away and offer her a reassuring smile, one that she struggles to reciprocate with Eddie stretching her lips wide but you’re able to tell she’s enjoying herself nevertheless.
You hum in agreement and lave your tongue over his balls, feeling them twitch in your mouth. His moans grow louder and louder, thighs trembling and hips thrusting wildly. “Shit, I’m gonna– Oh, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” he grunts and pushes Chrissy down completely until her nose is flush with his base.
True to his word, he slowly peels you off him and, with a hold on the back of your necks, guides your mouths together. Chrissy is smiling as she merges your lips in a heady kiss, your tongue sliding around hers so you can scoop up any leftovers that she didn’t swallow for herself, spit dribbling down the corners of your mouths and to your chests.
When his grip on your necks slackens, Chrissy tiredly rests her head on your shoulder. You blink slowly and pet the top of her hair, kissing her temple.
“You’ll come back for us, right?” she asks Eddie with a hoarse voice.
Eddie licks his lips and looks down at the pair of you, memorising the image of two beautiful mermaids looking at him with needy and wanting eyes. What kind of pirate would he be if he didn’t collect his treasure?
He brushes your cheekbones with his thumb, your eyes fluttering shut at the gentle touch. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#chrissy cunningham x reader#chrissy cunningham smut#poly!eddissy#eddie x reader x chrissy#mermaid!reader#pirate!eddie#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson one shot#chrissy cunningham imagine#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine
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Mean girls x Percy Jackson character combinations
Here are my concepts for my meangirls Percy Jackson au that I’m in the process of making rn!!
There are a couple ideas I’ve not decided on just yet
Specifically the vibe of the reader in the story,
The three options are a Karen!reader, Cady!reader or a standalone reader with no special character
Depending on which I choose for reader will also change if silena is Gretchen or Karen
I’m gonna do a vote here if you wanna help me decide which works better
Also I need a character for Luke if anyone has ideas 😭
Some of these are more on how their characters fit in the story rather than their actual aesthetic and vibe if you get what I mean
Clarisse la rue as Regina George
Silena as Gretchen
Orr as Karen
Percy Jackson as cady heron
Minus the becoming friends with Clarisse, she just skips straight to bullying
Annabeth as Janice
Grover as Damien
Chris as Aaron
Reader as karen
Or as Cady
Or as no specific character
So depending on what type of character I decide to make reader some of the other aspects of the storyline will change.
If the reader isn’t a specific character then she’s still gonna be slightly Karen and Cady coded because she’s always gonna be a new girl and is kinda oblivious at first.
If reader is cady coded I think she should become friends with Percy, Annabeth and Grover and then they get her to do the whole make friends and take them down, but in the end instead of Clarisse trying to take reader down she just wants to make out with her 😭
And finally Karen coded reader would be where she’s the new girl, silena will be Gretchen and reader will basically slowly become the third person in their trio, and start dating Clarisse at the same time, and then she’s there while Clarisse goes at it with Percy.
#clarisse la rue#clarisse pjo#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse la rue x fem!reader#clarisse x reader#clarisse la rue x y/n#percy jackson#clarisse my beloved#clarisse x female reader#luke castellan#mean girls renee rapp#mermaid!reader#mean girls#mean#mean girl#toxic#toxic!clarisse#toxic!clarisse la rue#toxic relationship#clarisse la rue sister#clarisse larue#clarisse#percy jackson x reader#percy x reader#percy pjo#percy series#regina george#Regina#pjo series
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