#cove x mermaid

[differenteagletragedy]

Oh! What if mc was a mermaid and Cove found them lying on the beach one day?.

Cove practically stomped down the path towards the beach, one little hand clenched in a fist and the other, the hand attached to the arm in the pink cast, swinging uselessly.

He hated this stupid town. He hated his house. He hated being away from home and away from his mom. He would never say that he hated his dad, but he wasn't too happy with him, that was for sure.

With his arm broken, he couldn't even swim in the ocean -- a whole summer without being able to swim. Still, he made his way to the shore as fast as he could.

Maybe he could find some cool seashells, he thought. Or maybe he'd finally see a shark tooth.

Deep down, he knew the likelihood of finding a shark tooth wasn't that great. But what he couldn't have imagined is that what he would find was way, way cooler.

As soon as he topped the hill that looked over the beach, he saw it. Or rather, he saw you -- a real live mermaid.

Cove stood still for a moment, barely even breathing, trying to understand what he was looking at. He took off his glasses and wiped them against his shirt, then shoved them back on his face and looked again.

Yep. Still there.

He took off towards you, and that's when you noticed him.

"Hi," you said brightly, waving a hand his way. "A little help please?"

When he got closer, he saw that you weren't just a mermaid with a pretty tail, blues and greens blending into each other, but you were a little kid mermaid. He didn't know if he knew that was a thing, but obviously it was, and that was even more exciting.

"Could you help me, please?" you asked again, flipping your tail to get his attention.

"Yeah," he finally said. "What do you need?"

"Back in the water."

"Ok," Cove answered. "What do I do?"

You held up your hands and looked out to the ocean. He nodded, grabbing them, and started scooting you down until he was up to his ankles, the waves splashing up on his legs, strong enough to pull you back to where you belonged.

"Thanks," you told him, offering him a smile that he readily returned.

"What were you doing up there anyway?" he asked. He didn't make a move to get to drier land, and you were fine there in the shallows.

"I was looking for seashells," you explained. "The best ones are up there. i got stuck."

Cove nodded like that was an entirely understandable predicament, not like he was standing in the ocean talking to a mermaid. He was happy to have been able to help you, and he told you as much.

"Do you come up here a lot?" he asked next. "Up to the shore I mean."

"Yeah, when I can," you answered. "Do you come down here a lot?"

"When I can," he replied. He didn't have the words for it then, but what he was trying to be was smooth.

"Maybe we can play together sometimes," you suggested.

For the first time since he'd moved to Sunset Bird, Cove smiled.

"Yeah, that would be fun."

You talked for a little longer, neither of you really wanting to go, but eventually the evening started turning into night, and Cove heard his father calling for him nearby.

"I have to go," he told you. "But I can hang out tomorrow if you want."

When plans were made to meet again, this time earlier so you'd have plenty of time to play, Cove turned around and started heading back toward the neighborhood.

Maybe this new town wouldn't be so bad after all.

[mostmouse]

Glistening Scales and Sea Glass

You've known Cove since you were both children, and him being a mermaid never bothered you. Now, years down the line, you're ready to go all the way with your inhuman lover - though there are a few surprises.

(mermaid!Cove x f!reader, explicit, 7,700 words, oviposition)

Dark, deep waters surrounded Cove as he made his way through the depths, searching for the perfect shells and sea glass to gift to you on your date tonight. It was going to be a special night, he was ready to go all the way with you. The two of you had gotten handsy before, and neither of you cared about the different anatomy than would have been expected of the other.

He smiled as he grabbed a few more bits from the ocean floor, swimming his way to the surface in no particular rush. You would meet in the tide pool caves at sundown, and currently the sun was still high in the sky. He would be there early, of course, just to spend one more second with you.

The two of you had met purely by chance almost ten years ago. You had been walking on the beach as a young child, and he had snuck away from his dad to see the stars. Unfortunately, the tide had been stronger than expected and he had been swept to the shore. He was terrified at first, never having been so potentially close to humans, not since he had touched a boat and the propeller had scored his arm badly.

But there you were, kneeling next to him and babbling in your human language. You were so concerned for him, he could see it on your face. It was all he could do to not blush and try to swim away. His dad had come close to the shore as well, entirely prepared to fight any human with ill intentions towards his pride and joy.

However, when he had found the two of you, his dad said there was something special about the human who found you. His dad knew some human language, and had said you were asking him if he was okay, or if he could breathe without being in the water. Once his dad had collected him, you were star struck, but still managed to tell them that you’d never tell a soul and they could trust you.

Cove had sought you out after that, he didn’t get along with the other kids his age, and none of them had ever looked at him with such a warm and concerned gaze. When you had said goodbye to him that first time, your smile was just like starlight, and suddenly he found himself seeking you out instead of the stars.

It wasn’t hard to get away from his dad, he was always careful to leave after he went to sleep and arrive before he awoke. He and his dad were mostly solitary in the beginning of his life, he didn’t get along with anyone and had no interest in spending time with his dad. As he got older, spent more time with you, learned human language, and came out of his shell, he forged stronger connections with those around him as well as his dad.

He had confessed to sneaking out and associating with you, even though he was a mermaid and you were human. To his utmost surprise, his dad wasn’t surprised at all. In fact, he had told him, he could hear him practicing human language in the daytime, and noticed early on that he was sneaking away to go to the shore. Especially considering how sad and apathetic he was in the winter months when they migrated away from the cool waters, and how he was right as rain once they returned.

In fact, his dad remarked, he had followed Cove many times before and had watched you two interact. Once he was sure the path Cove took was safe, you had kept your promise of not telling anyone, and that there was no harm in the meetings - he had overlooked the entire situation.

Cove smiled at the memories, floating atop the waves and allowing the sun to warm him, his scales catching the sunlight. His tail was magnificent, almost twice the length of his torso - which was already taller than average. He was proud of their sheen, how they caught the light and glistened. The scar on his arm was almost nonexistent, having healed and grown with him. He wasn’t over his fear of boats however, and refused to go near them.

Sharp teeth caught the sunshine as he grinned, splaying his muscled arms on either side of him, floating happily. The wide fins on either side of his head allowed him to listen to the fish and dolphins swimming around him, their almost inaudible sounds calling out to him. His scales trailed up to his cheeks and around his torso and his gills that curled around his ribs, the teal outshining the other beachy colors.

Letting himself sink into the water, his slitted eyes sought out a small snack of fish. Keeping the small knapsack close to his waist where it was tied, a gift from you from years earlier, he expertly swam and caught a small fish. Humming happily to himself, he tore into it, breaking the bones easily as his slightly rough tongue scraped the meat from them.

Rising back up to the surface, he threw the uneaten pieces out away from him, letting other ocean feeders eat the leftover portions. Swimming back down, he surveyed the coastline. Crystal clear vision seeking out any treasures to gift to you. He managed to find a few pristine shells, as well as more sea glass. Lighting up, he dove down, careful not to scatter the sand as he plucked a shark tooth from the sediment.

Humming in delight, he added it to his haul, tossing out the now undesirable pieces in exchange for the prettier treasures. He combed the floor and sands for more bits and bobs until he noticed the sun sinking. Sharp teeth shone in the sunlight once more, an unintentional threat for other sentient creatures that weren’t you, and made his way to the tide pool caves.

Avoiding the jagged rocks and ridges of the pools, he made his way deeper inside. Finding the spot the two of you had made into your hideout, he hauled himself up, resting his chest on the sandbank and letting his tail splash idly in the shallow waters.

Every now and then, he’d flick his tail up and splash himself with water, basking in the cool air and the setting sun. His fins perked up as he heard footsteps approaching, a rythmic knocking on the stone alerting him it was you before the steps resumed once more. Suddenly, nervousness rose in his chest. What if you rejected his advances? What if between the last time you were somewhat intimate, you had decided you wanted someone more… human?

He knew you had other friends, other humans. He had seen them on the beach before when he visited without warning, and you had told him all about them - even showing him pictures on your phone. He tried to stamp down the anxiety, you had told him you loved him, that he was the only one for you, and every time he doubted that, he doubted you.

Releasing a heavy breath, he slipped onto his side, the position more awkward than when you did so considering he didn’t necessarily have a pelvic bone like you. However, he adored your hips, how they were so grabbable and so easy to manhandle you by. Perhaps tonight, he could sink his claws into you, bucking his cock inside of you.

He shuddered, covering his face with his hands, willing the heat and throbbing sensation within his vent to quiet down. Swallowing thickly, he eagerly watched the mouth of the small cave, grinning and brightening when he saw you. Calling out your name, he lifted himself up more, the curve of his spine transitioning into his tail accentuating his muscled abdomen.

Your eyes found him easily, his scales and eyes glistening in the setting sun. “Cove! You’re early!” You laughed joyously, hopping around the tide pools nimbly after so long of meeting here. He tried to not eye your bouncing breasts, or your exposed legs in the dress you were wearing.

Clearing his throat nervously, he smiled at you. “Hey! I haven’t been waiting long, it's okay.” You smiled softly, coming to rest beside him and kissing him softly on the lips. You sighed against him, moving to pull away before his hands came up to hold your cheeks.

You eagerly kissed back, your hands moving to brace the both of you considering he couldn’t exactly sit straight with his skeletal structure. Though, you were hopelessly in love with every bit of him, including every inhuman aspect of him. Breaking away, he peppered kisses all across your face, nuzzling your neck and inhaling your scent.

Lifting one hand, you pet his wet hair, kissing his exposed shoulders and scales scattered around him. “I missed you so much… I love you.” You could feel his lips still on your shoulders before a sudden warmth joined the sensation. “You’re so cute when you blush, my little fish.” Your shoulders shook under his lips as you giggled.

Huffing against you, “You can’t even see me!” As that did nothing to stop your laughter, unsurprisingly, he bit you instead, careful not to bite too hard with his sharp teeth. He was surprised, however, to hear such a wanton moan fall from your lips.

In his pause, he felt you stiffen, covering your mouth with your hand and trying to push him away. However, he was pure solid muscle from his life in the ocean and constantly moving against the gravity of the waves. You knew it was pointless, but you couldn’t help the embarrassment swelling inside you.

“S-Sorry! We haven’t even had a proper conversation and I’m-” You groaned, choosing to not finish the sentence and instead press your face into his hair next to you. Cove swallowed, mind working overtime at how you could’ve finished that sentence. Were you embarrassed because you were as needy and desperate as he was? Could you tell what his big plans were tonight, how he planned to share your first time together?

Pulling away from you, he chose to not comment on it, “It’s okay, here, I brought you something.” Untying the small woven waist bag, he loosened the top, motioning for your hands. You sighed, relieved that he chose to not pursue your wording.

“Aw, Cove… I didn’t bring you anything.” Your dejected tone didn’t stop your eager hands from receiving the gift he brought.

Smiling softly, he kissed your nose, “I don’t bring you things because I want something too, this is just because I love you. I didn’t even have to look that hard.” It was his second lie of the night, and the both of you knew it. He was always early to see you, and never gave you halfassed treasures from the deep. He prided himself on everything he could find, and only gave the most perfect specimens for you to keep.

You hummed thoughtfully, cooing at the cute shells, aww-ing at the perfectly clear sea glass, and squealing as he showed you the shark tooth. “This is so cool! Oh my gosh, look how big it is! That’s insane!” You turned it over in your hands repeatedly, dragging your fingers against it lightly. “I… Well, I sort of lied earlier. I do have something for you… I hope you like it!”

You blushed as you reached for the bag you had tossed aside, and Cove found himself getting excited again. Peering over your shoulder, he tilted his head at the sight of a thick blanket. You had stopped bringing blankets years ago, used to the feel of the sand by now. He blushed as he thought of why you might’ve brought it. Shaking his head, he backed off as you grabbed something and cupped it in your hands.

“Now, remember… If you turn this down, I’ll cry, okay?” Despite the warning that had him balking for a second, your face remained lovingly bashful. “I searched for the perfect beads, and finally got the thread to be the right texture and tightness I wanted. There’s no way this’ll break.”

Uncurling your hands, Cove stared delightedly at your gift. It was the orange shell you had shown him years and years ago. It was his favorite out of your collection, but had always refused when you offered it to him. Here it was now, wrapped in gold wire and connected to a threaded necklace, other shells and beads complimenting the orange swirls of the shell.

His mouth dried up as his eyes watered. Looking at you with shining eyes, he held your hands in his. “T-Thank you, I- I don’t even know what to say. I love it, it's perfect. Thank you so much.” He let you tie it around his neck, tightening it so it wouldn’t fly off of him. Once you finished, he grabbed you around the waist, pulling you in close and hugging you to his bare chest.

“I love you. Oh my god, do I love you.” You smiled softly as he cried into your hair. Rubbing his back, you felt him slowly descend, pulling you down with him so your legs were to one side of his magnificent tail and you rested on his scaled chest, his gills flaring with what he was about to say.

“I- I love you. So much.” He pet your hair, fins flickering as his shining ocean eyes searched yours for something. Tentatively, his hands drifted down your side as your breathing hitched. “I want you.” The both of you watched each others’ eyes, waiting only a moment before you grinned, a warm blush covering your face as a bright red one scattered across his cheeks.

You kissed him, tongue pushing past his lips and sharp teeth as he moaned at your boldness. Petting his tongue, you licked inside his mouth before breaking away, panting slightly. “I want you too, please. I’m ready for us to go… All the way.” You grinned suddenly, squealing as you hid your face in his chest. He laughed loudly, petting your hair and nuzzling you, his tail splashing happily in the water.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He accentuated each declaration with a gradually suffocating embrace, kissing the crown of your head. You laughed breathlessly, tapping his chest in a call for mercy.

“I love you, too, Cove!” Wiggling free of the vice grip of his arms, you leaned forward and kissed his collarbone and the underside of his jaw. Sighing happily under you, his hands grabbed and groped your body, anywhere he could reach - which was most of you considering how big he was.

You flushed at the thought, wondering how big he actually was, he was easily over ten feet in length, his tail being most of it, but you couldn’t help but wonder where exactly his equipment was. You had been handsy with each other before, but that was mostly you being in various states of undress, you hadn’t had a chance to play with or see Cove.

His hand grabbed one of your thighs, moving it so you were straddling his tail just beneath where it fully began from his tummy. He looked up at you, hands holding your cheeks. Blushing, you nuzzled his palm before kissing him there. He whined adorably, the fins on either side of his face pulling in and covering his rosy cheeks.

You giggled softly, letting his hands go just to curl your own palms around the back of his head and scatter kisses across his face and chest. “You’re so cute!~” You couldn’t help but gush, letting his arms wind around your waist and pull you close, face resting on your chest. Whimpering helplessly, he squeezed you tighter to him.

“I- Would it be okay if you, uhm, if you-” He peered up at you from his hiding place, iridescent blue eyes practically hypnotizing you if you weren’t already madly in love with him, “If you uh, s-sat on my face, again?”

His heavy blush spread down his neck as you grinned at him. Pulling him away from where he hid his face in your chest, you kissed him slowly. Breaking away just to nibble on his lower lip, you smiled sweetly, “Of course! I’d love nothing more, baby.” He blushed at the pet name, leaning back on his forearms while he watched you strip off your dress and bra.

Licking his lips, he shamelessly raked his eyes over your body. He loved you so much, your perfectly soft body complimenting his hard cold one. It always seemed that no matter how much he basked in the sun’s rays, you were always burning him with your heat. Not that he was complaining, he loved how your skin felt against his.

Once you were done tugging off your panties, you hovered over his chest for a minute. Cove moaned at the feeling of your heat radiating on him, gills flaring as he scented your arousal in the air. You wore a coy smile, hands petting over his chest and drifting over his gills. A loud moan stuttered from his mouth, his gills being particularly sensitive. He brought his hands up to your thighs, cupping the backs of them and gently pulling you.

You smirked at the nonverbal plea, how he desperately wanted you to get closer so he could taste you. Laughing softly, you ran your fingers through his seafoam hair, the color complimenting the skin tone of your hands. “Hmmm? What is it, sweetness? I’m not a mind reader, you gotta use your big boy words.”

Your precious mermaid lover whimpered beneath you, eyes shyly meeting yours before he looked away. You smiled, petting his hair before moving down and tracing the edges of the fins on either side of his head. Usually you had infinite patience and could make him downright beg for you, but the anticipation of him being inside you tonight had you a bit more heated than usual.

Licking your lips, you slowly slid closer to him, listening to him moan as he readjusted his arms, curling them under your thick thighs. “P-Please, I want you. I wanna taste you, please let me, please.” His words were quick, not taking a breath between them as he dragged you closer slowly.

You admired his self restraint, you knew he was impossibly stronger than you, his rippling muscles taunting you with their strength. You grinned, biting your lip before you caressed his face, petting the scales that were scattered about. “If you want me, you’re gonna have to take me, Cove.”

His slitted eyes watched your expression carefully, not seeing any hesitation or apprehension, he grinned. Nails biting into you slightly, you cried out as he easily lifted you and dragged you so you were over his face, your hot wet cunt surrounding him with your scent. Moaning loudly at just the smell of you, he leaned his jaw up while pulling you down, kissing your plump lips and moaning at the wetness that clung to you.

Crying out at the touch, you rested your hands in his hair, bucking your hips slightly. “C-Cove!” He basked in your voice calling his name, his cheeks flushing as he pushed his long, rough tongue inside you before dragging it up your slit. Your thighs jumped at the sensation, his expert mouth finding your sensitive spots.

Nipping and licking you all over, he finally slipped his tongue between your slit, licking your clit gently, not pressing too hard with his rough tongue. You shuddered at the feeling, pulling his hair as your back arched, pressing your cunt tighter to his face.

You were so thankful his gills were on his ribs as he shoved his face tight against you, tongue dipping inside you before teasing your clit once more. He didn’t need to breathe while he was between your legs, which sometimes was a curse, considering he never really wanted to stop. Moaning softly, you sat back a bit, hands over his as they rested on your thighs and rode his face in a slow, lazy rhythm.

“Mmm~ Cove, fuck, your mouth feels so good, baby.” Panting, you rocked your hips. His tongue pressed inside you deeply, moaning as your taste flooded his mouth. “Fuck! Cove~ G-Good boy, eating me out, such a good boy.” Cooing at him, you squeezed his hands, feeling his grip tighten as he tilted his head up more, jaw pressing into you as his tongue lapped at your clit.

Crying out, you curled forward slightly, hearing your lover growl lowly, moving up to grip your hips and readjust you to where he wanted you. You moaned wantonly, his manhandling and mouth making you hotter. “C-Cove! Touch me, please, I need you!”

You grabbed at his hair and the sand behind his head, trying to anchor yourself as one of his hands slid under and between your legs. Spreading them further apart, you almost felt embarrassed at how you were likely spread wide open, rubbing your wet cunt across his entire face.

However, it was easier to be shameless and let him pleasure you, two fingers slipping inside you as he wrapped his lips around your clit. Crying out, you straightened back up, arching your back and resting your palms on his tummy behind you. “Cove! Fuck! J-Just like that, baby, ahh!”

His digits tapped against your gspot, feeling it swell against the pads of his fingertips. Your clit pulsed on his tongue as he sucked tightly, petting it at an even pace. Unable to contain your pleasure, you cried out, rolling your hips and fucking his face. “Cove!~” Panting hotly, you felt him press another finger inside you, his sharp nails careful to not cut you.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Your own nails bit into his skin, and you whimpered as he moaned around your clit. His fingers pressed harder and faster, your orgasm approaching quickly. “Ahh! I-I’m gonna cum, fuck! Cove- Cove!” Your thighs seized up, your climax washing over you as you felt yourself squirt across his face.

Whining and whimpering, you felt his digits leave your wet cunt just for his tongue to slip deep inside you. Moaning wantonly, you felt your legs spread wider as your weight sunk into your knees. Cove’s tongue slipped deep inside you, petting your sweet spot and drinking in all your cum. You could feel him moaning against your cunt, his hands keeping your legs spread wide and supporting your weight.

Your knees jerked in his hold, his tongue overstimulating you, and you tapped one of his hands. “N-No, please! Fuck! Cove~ It’s so much!” However, you didn’t tug your hips away, instead rocking them and humping his face. “Ahh~ Cove~” Your voice was music to his ears, his cock hard inside his vent. He focused on pleasuring you, trying to keep himself contained for the time being. He didn’t want to break the spell he had you under.

He was a bit surprised you finished so fast, and squirted so easily. However, it had been a while since he was able to touch you like this - did you not pleasure yourself at home? The thought of you not being able to get off without him puffed up his ego. Thrusting his tongue inside you, he curled one hand around to pet your clit.

Basking in your wanton moans and cries, he felt you tighten around his rough tongue. Moaning as your thighs squeezed his head, tight enough to where he could hear your blood pumping, he pressed his lips tighter against your plump cunt. His arm wound tightly around your thigh, his free hand teasing your clit softly, not wanting to make you sore before he had a chance to sink his cock inside you.

You cried out again, your voice dripping with pleasure as you fought against his hold, “Cove! Ahh!~ F-Fuck! Please, please, I’m gonna cum! Wanna cum for you, please!” He whimpered, your voice muffled from your thighs wrapped around his head, but still clear enough to have him drooling.

Your cum spilled into his mouth, moaning at the taste and how your cunt wrapped tight around his tongue. Loosening his grip on your legs, he pulled away from your clit. Kissing your slit, he moved his head side to side as you shakily rose up, kissing your inner thighs and nipping in some places.

Squealing, you slid back down his chest, resting your heated cheek against his cooler chest. Your eyes were closed, panting as you stayed on his heaving chest. You could feel one hand resting on your head, the other covering his mouth as he moaned and whispered in his own language.

You had asked him once what he was saying, the gutteral sounds of mermaid speak being too difficult to pick up as easily as he had learned human language, but he had told you with a blush once that it was mostly him whispering how he couldn’t believe what just happened had just happened. You found it insanely cute. He blushed all the while, but you loved to hear him have a little episode about how euphoric he was at getting to please you.

Cracking your eyes open, you pawed for your bag, trying to grab the blanket you had brought. Cove, peering at your hands and what was next to him, smiled softly. Reaching his much longer arms out, he grabbed the blanket, spreading it out the best he could, and laying it directly next to him. He would always opt for the sandbar, being comfortable in the grains. Though he understood how it could become irritating for your own soft skin.

You hummed softly, whispering your thanks as you made no move to get off of him. You took the quiet recovery time to think about how it would work out between the two of you. He didn’t have knees to kneel on, or hips really to thrust against you. How exactly would this play out then?

Blinking up at your lover, you smiled at the blissful look on his face. He was just as happy to please you than anything else. You asked once if you could return the favor but he had been a bit skittish at the prospect, and so you backed off. You knew he would let you when he was ready.

Stroking his chest, you wiggled up a bit higher, kissing his scales and licking him. “Cove~” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and he jumped slightly. Leaning up a bit, he rested on one forearm.

“Are you okay? You seemed a little out of it.” His bashful tone had you grinning in disbelief.

“You say that as though you weren’t solely responsible, Cove Holden. You just ate me until I thought I’d pass out!” Your teasing voice had him blushing, but soon you felt the heat on your face as he licked his lips, eyes flicking down to your chest that was pressed against his belly.

“You finished so fast. Has it been a while since you last got off?” You balked at the bold question, his now wide eyes watching you carefully. You could feel the tense mood in your chest, and you couldn’t contain the excitement.

Blushing, you lifted yourself higher, crawling up his body until your breasts were in his face, his gaze half lidded as he moved forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Sighing at the feeling, you let one arm cradle the back of his head as you held him to you.

“Maybe… It’s just not fair when I’m home and all I can do is think of you. I can’t make myself feel as good as you make me feel. You’ve ruined me for anything else! I always need you.” You felt him whimper against you, hands moving to grip your hips and squeezing them tightly. You moaned at the contact, rolling your hips against his tummy.

“I want you, Cove, please let me feel you.” Your needy tone had him writhing slightly. Popping off your flushed peak, his shining eyes looked up and met your gaze. You moaned at his expression, lips rouged, eyes lustful and half lidded.

“I- Can I be inside you, please?” You moaned once more at his question, nodding vigorously with flushed cheeks. “Let me know if it’s too much or if I’m too big, okay?” You whimpered, wiggling your hips in his hands and he couldn’t help but laugh softly. “So excited… Have you been fantasizing about this like I have?”

You nodded, leaning higher up so he could adjust himself under you. Your eyes flicked down towards his waist, scales glittering in the moonlight that shone into the small cave. “I- uhm, I’ve been really curious, too. To see what you look like. No matter what parts you have, I know I’ll love it!”

You smiled as he blushed. Leaning up to you, he kissed you softly. Using one hand that was still on your hip, the other propping himself up on his palm, he scooted you back a bit. Blushing, he pet your thigh, looking at you timidly. “Please don’t be scared. I know it’s not what some humans have, really, but-” You cut him off with another kiss, moving to kiss his cheeks, nose, and forehead.

“I’m ready, Cove. I want to make love to you, no matter what you look like.” Swallowing at your words, he let himself relax, blushing heavily as his prehensile, inhuman cock began to slip free from his vent. You squeaked as you watched, his eyes watching your face.

Your eyes got wider and wider as he slipped free, resting against his tummy. His cock was gradient in color, from a deep blue - almost violet - base, to a tapered aqua tip. He looked to be relatively squishy, thick at the base and thinning out as he went higher. You swallowed thickly, eyes taking him in. He had some sort of ridges along the underside, and the edges of his vent were a deeper emerald as compared to the teal, blues, and greens of his scales.

He watched you as you looked at him, the blush on his cheeks darkening as he watched you slowly lick your lips, eyes raking over him lustfully. “Y-You can touch me, it’s okay.” His words seemed to snap you out of your reverie, looking up at him quickly.

“Sorry! I’m not staring ‘cause I don’t like it, I think you’re very beautiful!” Your passionate declaration had him balking slightly, speechless. “I just- it’s obviously different, but I’m very excited!”

Your unwavering eye contact had his cheeks rosy red, hiding his face with his fins again. Giggling bashfully, you ran your hands over his chest, “Sorry, that kind of came out wrong. I’m just excited!” Laughing as he blushed harder, he moved one fin and peered at you.

“You really like it? It’s okay?” Squeaking as you grinned wolfishly, he jolted as you leaned forward. Kissing him while maintaining eye contact, he moaned against your mouth before letting his eyes slip closed.

“I like it a lot, I’d even say I love it. I love every part of you. Let me know if I hurt you, okay?” Feeling you pull all the way back, your weight comfortable on his tail, he nodded quickly. Opening one eye, he watched as you lovingly reached out for him.

One finger traced his shaft, pressing gently into the soft, slick skin. He moaned at the gentle exploration, reminded of how he had taken his time getting to know your most intimate parts as well.

Circling his tip, you drifted back down to his base before tracing the edge of his vent. Moaning loudly, Cove tipped his head back, body shuddering. You licked your lips excitedly, shimmying down his tail and running your tongue along the edge instead. A hand clapped over his mouth as he cried out. His voice was muffled as he spoke beneath his palm, eyes watching you closely.

Whimpering as you saw his cock stand up, curling in on itself slightly, you focused on licking his base and vent edge, listening to him as he gasped and panted for you, hand fisting in your loose hair. “F-Fuck…” His hazy gaze watched you as your tongue lavished him. Panting, his fist tightened in your hair, pulling slightly before loosening up again. “Tighter, fuck, please! Your m-mouth, fuck!”

You smiled, humming happily and opening your mouth and tilting your head sideways and sucking the base of his cock. Licking his smooth skin, you moved lower, tongue flicking out and licking his vent. “Ahh~ Ah!” Panting hard, Cove pushed you tighter, the soft squishy skin pressed against your tongue. Moaning, you blushed as you felt the underside ridges get harder, the rest of his cock staying mostly pliable.

Pulling away, you left your mouth open, tongue out, as you moved towards his tip. Body shaking, his hand held the base of your head as his cock unfurled and slipped past your lips. Moaning as he easily filled your mouth, you pressed your tongue against the hardening ridges. You whimpered as he pressed deeper, hand on the back of your neck holding you still.

Panting and moaning, Cove let his head fall back once more, cock pulsing in your mouth and gagged as he pressed deeper down your throat. You choked slightly, hands wrapping around his base and playing with his vent. His moans and cries drowned out your gagging, his cock fucking your throat.

He pulled you closer by your neck, shuddering as he cried out. “Fuck! F-Feels amazing, ahh!” Your eyes watered, hands remaining gentle even as he got rougher with you. “Take my cock, ahh! S-Such a good girl, sucking me off- fuck!” His shaft swelled in your mouth, muffling your whimpers as tears fell from your eyes, breath coming in quick puffs from your nose as he fucked your throat.

“I-I’m, fuck! Gonna cum- ahh~ C-Can I please finish in- ahh! Y-Your mouth, fuck, please!” He heard and felt you moan around his cock, and took that as your assent. Gasping and moaning, his cock thrust faster inside your mouth, stretching you out further as it swelled with cum. Crying out at the discomfort, you felt him release down your throat, eyes fluttering shut as you felt his cum fill your belly.

Your jaw popped as he slipped his cock from your mouth, gasping for air and coughing roughly. Swiping at the wetness by your mouth, you blinked at the inky color on your fingers. Catching your breath, you looked up towards Cove, who was splayed out on his back, arm tossed over his eyes, chest heaving for hair, gills straining.

Coughing still, you moved off of him, his pulsing cock resting on his belly once more. You noticed the rosy rim of his vent was looking more like a forest green than before, and even after having your mouth fucked harder than you’d ever imagined, you felt heat pooling between your legs and your mouth watering.

Leaning over to your bag, you grabbed a small little plastic pail. Usually for kids and sand castles, you filled it up with cool salt water and dumped it on his chest, letting the water run over his muscled sides and refreshing his gills. Repeating the action a few more times, you watched as his breathing calmed down. Smiling gently, you laid down on the blanket next to him, ignoring the wet edges.

“All done?” Your voice was raspy, though you weren’t surprised. Caressing his tummy, you hummed as your lover gathered his barings.

Looking over at you, you moaned and pressed your thighs together at the dark look in his eyes. “N-Not if you aren’t. I just- I’ve never felt that good before. Thank you.” His hand cradled your cheek and you giggled. “I was- I shouldn't have been so rough, I just, uhm, got excited… I’m sorry.”

Smiling, you kissed him softly, leaning up on your arms. “Don’t be sorry, I’m glad I could make you feel so good! Next time I’ll be more prepared.” He blushed at your words, cock throbbing at the thought of next time. You bit your lip, eyes flicking down to his cock as it curled slightly, “I still wanna, you know, go all the way with you… If you want to?”

He nodded quickly, then blushed and looked away. “I- yes, please. I really want to.” You giggled, hiding your face in his chest. He laughed along with you, petting your hair. “I promise to be gentle.”

You nipped his chest, peering up at him, “Well, not too gentle, okay?” He couldn’t help but grin, leaning up and helping you sit right above him, straddling his tail once more. You anchored your palms on his firm chest, lifting yourself up slightly. Shuddering and moaning as you felt the slick tip of his cock trace your cunt, you made eye contact with Cove’s perfectly clear gaze.

Grinning at him, you leaned back, letting him watch as he slipped his cock into you, the both of you moaning at the gradual stretch as he sunk deeper inside of you. Wiggling your hips, you whimpered as you sat fully on him, hard ridges stroking you as he moved his tip inside.

His hands were covering his mouth, cheeks hot as tears rimmed his eyes. “Fuck! You- fuck!” Resting his palms above his head, he panted hard, gasping for air. You moaned at the feeling, none of your toys comparing to his texture or feel. Gasping in short breaths, you cupped his cheeks.

“Feels so good, baby~ Ahhh~ I don’t think I’ve ever been, ahh! This full before.” Your voice was strained, trying to lift yourself up to ride him. However, Cove’s hands shot down to your hips, holding you still. Half lidded eyes held your gaze captive, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as he panted as well.

Gritting his teeth, he held you flush against him. You were about to beg him to let you move before you cried out at the feeling of his cock thrusting inside you. Considering how flush you were with his body, you didn’t think he’d have much room, but as his cock moved inside you rapidly, constantly grinding against your already swollen gspot, it took all your strength to keep from screaming out.

Nails raked across his chest, some scales coming loose as you shuddered and bounced slightly on his cock. “C-Cove! Ahh!” You whined and moaned above him, breasts bouncing as he fucked you. Panting under you, he watched you carefully, barely blinking as pleasure washed over him in intense waves. He didn’t think it could feel this amazing, how you squeezed him so tightly, how he slipped in and fucked you so easily, even with how you clenched down on him.

His hair tangled in the sand as he threw his head back, crying your name amongst broken moans. “Fuck! Fuck, f- ahh! I- ahhh~ you feel so- ahh!” He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except how close he was to cumming again. In all his dirty fantasies, you never got him so close to the edge so fast. Your cunt was wrapped around him so tightly it felt like he’d never be able to pull free.

He writhed beneath you, tail splashing listlessly in the water, the sounds joining your cries and his moans. His nails bit into your skin, and distantly he knew he was probably drawing blood, but he couldn’t bring himself to care in the moment. Overwhelmingly, blocking out almost all his thoughts, he could feel something big building up inside him.

Crying out, he kept pounding you with his thick, ridged cock. He could feel you tightening sporadically around him, listening to you babble atop him, body quaking as you quickly approached another orgasm. With a sharp scream, he felt you squeeze him like a vice, stopping him from moving inside of you.

Your head was tilted back, loud cries and screams falling from you freely, breasts bouncing and hair messy behind you. He tried to call out to you, to get your attention but his body was seized in pleasure and euphoria. The feeling of your burning hot cunt was making his mind go blank, his cock swelling with his cum and something he had neglected to inform you of beforehand.

Tears slipped past his eyes as he moaned loudly, body jerking as he felt his eggs swell his cock inside you, your tight grip unrelenting. You moaned in a broken tone, body curling forward as your nails bit into his skin once again. “C-Cove? What’s- what’re you-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence, moaning loudly and drool falling from your open mouth as he pumped eggs inside of your tight, burning body. He whimpered as each one passed his tapered tip, stretching him out just as much as it stretched you.

“Ahhh~ F-Fuck, I can’t stop- I- ahhhhh~” His voice was thick with pleasure, cheeks rosy and eyes cloudy and dazed. You wobbled atop of him, cock so thick with eggs you couldn’t pull free if you wanted to. Finally, spent of all your stamina, you fell onto his chest. The new angle had you squeezing him tighter inside of you and the both of you moaned lasciviously.

Shuddering, you tangled your hands in his hair, whimpering his name. You bucked and rolled your hips, the only movement you could manage as he pumped you full of cum and eggs. Panting heavily, the two of you basked in each other's afterglow, moaning as you felt the eggs swell his cock before pressing deep inside you.

“C-Cove…” His name was just a whisper, but it had him shuddering all the same. “I- I can’t fit anymore, please… Please stop… I’m too full, it’s too much…” Moaning at your words, he pet your hair, fingers drawing designs on your bare back.

Swallowing thickly, his voice was rough, “Can’t- Can’t stop… ‘M sorry…” He nuzzled the top of your head, kissing you across your hair. The both of you moaned as more filled you. He could feel the tight fit, how you were squeezing him and his eggs. He could cum from the sensation alone, but he couldn’t stop filling you up.

The two of you listened to each others’ breathing, the occasional moan breaking the silence as you fit another egg inside you. Finally, after what felt like hours, you felt Cove’s cock loosen up inside you, finally giving the rim of your cunt a break from being stretched so wide open.

The both of you moaned, his cock slipping free and back into his vent. He rubbed your back, kissing the crown of your head. “There… All done… Are you okay, baby?” His words were whispers, holding you tenderly and lovingly.

Your cheeks were hot, belly swollen, and mind hazy. “Mmmmm~ Love you…” He laughed softly, head thumping back onto the sand. Keeping you close to him, he let you rest, no doubt pushing your body to the limit.

Slowly, you started moving the tips of your fingers and your toes. Whining lowly, you croaked to life on his chest. “Can you put me next to you? My belly hurts.” He winced, moving you so that you were on your side next to him. Sighing contentedly, you went limp once more, panting slightly.

Cove swallowed thickly, something sparking to life inside him as he saw your round belly, knowing he was the one who stuffed you full. He caressed your tummy, feeling possessive over you. Resting on his forearm, he admired you openly, eyes raking up and down your body, barely able to smell your natural scent. Licking his lips, he felt pride swelling in him as all he could scent was his own claim around you.

Slowly, your eyes blearily opened. Reaching towards him sluggishly, Cove brought you close to his side, tail flipping up and covering your legs slightly with his large fins. “Do you think you can push them out? Do you need more time?”

You whined lowly, raising one leg up slightly. Taking the hint, he grabbed behind your knee and tossed it over the curve of his waist. Your brows furrowed before looking up at him. “Can you help me?”

Nodding, he kissed your lips, nose, then forehead. His hand dipped down between you, pressing the top of your tummy. “Okay, I just need you to push. Can you do that for me, baby?” You blushed, nodding. As he pushed on your belly, you moaned as the first few eggs slipped out easily. He smiled, kissing you quickly, “Good girl! Okay, now a few more.”

You repeated the actions, until your belly was noticeably smaller. Panting, your face was covered in a light sheen of sweat as Cove kept coaching you through it. He littered your face with kisses, occasionally slipping his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t deny what was happening was hot, and felt pretty good. But it was also exhausting.

“You’re doing so good for me… I’m gonna slip my fingers inside and help with the last few, okay?” You nodded, tiredness creeping into your bones. The both of you moaned as Cove’s fingers slipped inside you. Wiggling them, he managed to puncture the last couple eggs, dragging them out easily. You moaned loudly, relief flooding you as all the eggs left you.

“Thank you…” Your voice trailed off softly, sleep overtaking you. Cove watched you sleep with tired but loving eyes. Nuzzling your face, he grabbed the opposite side of your blanket, pulling it up over your spent body.

“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kissing you everywhere he could reach, he settled in next to you and felt himself fall asleep easier than he had in a long while, dreaming of the two of you exploring the ocean together.

[fixateandcreate]

Sharing some not-so-old art I have. Thought it would be nice to post since it's MerMay. And speaking of MerMay... What is with the prompts this year? I don't understand most of it and the others that I do understand... I have no words. What does any of the prompts there have to do with mermaids?

[I posted this on my twitter, I am not exactly active there. (just gonna put it here for anyone who is curious: fixateandcreate)]

[eggluverz]

With the Flow

PAIRING. cove holden x mermaid!reader

SUMMARY. in which dolphins lead you to a green-haired man who piques your curiosity.

It wasn’t everyday you could sneak away from your family long enough to see anything interesting. But for some reason, you weren’t under as intense of a watch from your caring, sometimes overbearing, parents like normal. Instead of questioning why, you decided to make your way up to your favorite place: the surface.

It’s where the whales came to breathe, the dolphins liked to play, and where you liked to watch. What exactly did you watch? Well, that answer differed depending on the day. Some days, you would watch the big, fluffy clouds drift along in the sky, wispy and light and you wished there was a way you could have just one little bite… Other days, it was enough for you to just feel the cold breeze against the sun blazing across your face.

Today, your object of fascination however, was a human—a tanned man with the prettiest hair you have ever seen. For a non-merperson of course.

He was sitting on a giant board that had a fin coming out of the bottom, the ripples from the waves gently pushing him back and forth as he floated atop wood.

As rare as it was for you to go up to the surface, it was even more uncommon for you to get close enough to the shore to see the waves. But you were having too much fun chasing the dolphins around you hardly paid attention to where you were headed. Plus, it almost seemed like they had led you here, to this particular spot, close enough to observe this green-haired boy.

Everywhere you went, the water was a different color. Under the sea, some areas were so void of light, the water looked black. In others, it was a clear blue that you could almost see through completely. And over here, in this little spot not too far from a sandy beach, it was a mix of blues and greens, the colors dancing around seamlessly in the breeze. It looked even more vibrant and hypnotizing the closer you got to the human. The bright colors of his hair reflected off the water, blending together with the vast ocean. It looked silky and flowy… Almost unreal.

You wanted to reach out and touch it.

Would it feel like your own hair, or would it feel like the ocean slipping through your fingers? You wanted to find out.

You had to find out.

Before you knew it, you heard a started yelp coming from the human. He jolted away from you frantically, falling off his board. Just as quickly as he fell off, he swiftly got right back on, using the board as a barrier between the two of you.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, confused. You tilted your head to the side with a slight pout. Why had he gone away from you when you were so close to feeling his hair? If he didn’t notice you then you would have been able to touch it and leave once your curiosity was satisfied.

Just then, you remembered how your parents told you humans were similar to merfolk in that they valued their personal space. Perhaps you shouldn’t have reached out to pet him…

As you were about to give him an apology and swim away, his brows furrowed as he peered at you.

“I– What are you…” he trailed off, glancing between you and the shore with a look of concern. “Are you stuck out here?”

Eyes widening, you shook your head, swimming back and getting some distance away from him. You hid most of your face underneath the water, letting just your eyes peek out.

Your movements only caused his worry to spike as he paddled over to you frantically, reaching an arm out. Examining it, you noticed a faint scar running along his forearm, the pale color contrasting with his sun-kissed skin. After a few beats of awkward silence in which you still didn’t take his hand, the human coughed, sounding almost choked.

“Um, right,” he muttered, cheeks flushed. “I don’t want to bother you, but it can be dangerous out here without a board or any company… Do you need help getting back to shore? Why haven’t the lifeguards noticed? And why aren’t you struggling— Are you a professional swimmer?”

You giggled at his rambling. All you wanted was to feel his hair, you didn’t mean to worry him.

Feeling slightly apologetic, you shook your head, reassuring him, “I’m fine.”

The reluctance was clear on his face as he examined you from the position atop his board. A few beats of silence passed when he let himself wonder, “Then, if I can ask, why did you reach out for me exactly?”

You blinked, looking sheepish. “Your hair.”

The human didn’t so much as bat an eye, the curious expression remaining on his face.

“Well,” you felt the need to explain more amidst the silence, “I thought it looked like the ocean. I wanted to see if it felt like it too.”

Instinctively, he reached up and grabbed a wavy strand of hair between the tips of his fingers. He then wiggled his hand around in the water in front of him.

He thought for a second before shaking his head. “No. I don’t think it does.”

The corners of your mouth were pulled down into a frown. You couldn’t help but feel downcast after your questions were answered with a resolution you didn’t want. The human said his hair did not feel like the ocean? Did that mean your fantasies of cotton candy clouds were faulty as well?

Noticing the sudden change of your expression, the human began to seem a little panicked. Oddly enough, it seemed to you that he didn’t like the pouty look on your face.

“Er— Well… You could see for yourself if you’d like,” he offered, eyes shifting rapidly away from your own.

Instantly, your eyes lit up once more. “Yes, please!” you chirped happily, fighting hard to keep your tail from splashing in excitement.

He pushed himself forward on his board, leaning down to you. The man had a slightly confused look on his face, as if he was wondering what on earth compelled him to do something like this in the first place. Swimming forward, you met him in the middle of the distance and reached your right hand out to brush his pale green locks. You toyed with it between the tips of your fingers, smiling proudly like you had just won a prize.

“Nice, nice,” you mused in approval, combing through it one last time before dropping your arm. You looked at the human—or his hair, at least—in admiration. “You’re right that it doesn’t feel just like the ocean, but it’s certainly close!”

“Hah… Thanks,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing pink. You hadn’t realized how well pink complemented the color green until then.

In your excitement, you hardly noticed how close you had gotten to the human. Or rather, the implications of that proximity. If you were more aware, you would have noticed how his eyes flitted down to the water beneath you, a million questions swimming in his gaze.

“Well, thank you for humoring me,” you said just as he opened his mouth to ask something. “Despite how off-putting the request may have been.” To show your appreciation, you reached your hands into your pouch that was resting at your side to grab one of your treasured items you thought would be fitting for your new acquaintance. You fished around the small bag until your fingers wrapped around the rough object. “Here! For you.”

As you presented your treasure to him, you looked up at him expectantly. It seemed like something he would like.

“No way! Is this a shark tooth?” he asked with excitement. He immediately reached his hand out at your offer.

You nodded happily, proud that your intuition was right. “Yes! I got it myself from the seafloor—must’ve sank down there somehow.”

He faltered at your words. “I’ve heard of people collecting shark teeth that have washed up on the shore… But the seafloor, huh?” The human continued examining you curiously. He opened his mouth and shut it a total of three times before finally deciding on a simple, “That’s really cool.”

Noticing his inquisitive gaze, you simply grinned. Maybe you should’ve cared about being more secretive, but it felt like something was telling you that you could trust this green-haired man.

“Is it real?” He gestured at the water. “The, um, tail not the shark tooth.”

Surprised, you glanced up at him, noticing his eyes was fixed on the area below your waist that was hidden beneath the ocean. You pondered for a moment in jest. “Last I checked, yes!”

A short laugh escaped his lips at your response.

A few moments of silence passed and you noticed the temperature of the water dropped slightly, the sun slowly setting behind the horizon. You took that as your cue to head back to your home.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, human,” you said, “but I really should get going now.”

He nodded in understanding, but you noticed his brows were furrowed ever so slightly. He wondered aloud, “Will I ever see you again?”

You thought for a moment, tapping your forefinger against your chin. “Depends.” Leaning in, you whispered to him conspiratorially, “Can you keep a secret?”

The human zipped his mouth shut with his hands. “You can count on me.”

There was no doubt in your mind that his words were sincere. “Then sure! I’ll make sure to see you again…”

“Cove.”

“Cove! Pretty name,” you complimented, earning a slight blush out of him. “I’ll see you around then.”

He nodded, waving his hand to say goodbye. With his other hand, he clutched the shark tooth you gifted him close to his body. “Thank you for this gift. I’ll treasure it.”

“I’ll bring you another trinket the next time I see you, Cove!” you promised, holding your pinky out as you began swishing your tail to swim away. “Look forward to it.”

“I will!”

As you made your way back home, you turned around to see a waving Cove in the distance, eventually looking like a small dot on the horizon. Goodbyes were bittersweet, but you weren’t sad. This was only the beginning, after all.

[burplewrites]

mermaid | cove james holden

𓆉 | fandom: our life: beginnings & always

𓆉 | pairing: cove holden (step 1) x reader

𓆉 | word count: 754 words (3995 characters)

𓆉 | a/n: this came to me in the middle of a fever so hopefully this makes sense!! \(^ヮ^)/ ☆

cove moved to sunset bird a few hours ago and he hated the place. he hated being without his mother, and he hated living without her. he hated how his dad brought him to this new place, and how he was just expected to start here all over again.

he missed his old room, his old house, his hill. he missed the things that made where he used to live, home.

as he found himself on a hill covered in these white poppies, he heard a sweet melody carried by the wind. a voice singing some unknown tune, coming from the beach. wiping his tears, he got up and walked down the hill, and followed the voice, his steps light and curious.

as he got to the beach, he saw a silhouette of a someone that looked his age, but they were in the water.

“…hello?” cove said, not too loud but loud enough for the person to hear him.

the person turned around, made eye contact with cove with a smile, and dived underwater. it was dark and the moon was out but cove swore he saw a tail as the person dived.

cove knew exactly what the person was. a mermaid. a real smile finally broke through his face as he got excited and ran across the shore and into the water. he got as deep as he could do the water wouldn’t touch his cast.

“are you a mermaid..?” cove asked, looking around. “my name is cove!”

a few meters away, a head popped up from underwater, looking at cove. they made eye contact again, before the mermaid smiled.

“i’m y/n. what are you doing out here?” they said, tilting their head to the side.

“i followed your voice.” cove said quietly. y/n swam closer to cove, as their tail started to touch the sandy floor.

y/n giggled, before smiling widely. “did i sound good? it’s a song that i heard when i was exploring, and i wanted to try singing it!”

“it sounded really good! you’re a really good singer.”

cove and y/n smiled at each other, before y/n dived underwater again, and came back up holding a seashell as an offering.

“cove… can we be friends?”

cove nodded repeatedly, making y/n laugh as they tossed him the seashell. cove caught it, clutching it on his chest.

“you’re my first ever human friend! this is going to be so much fun! we can go swimming together—“

“after i get my cast off.”

“yes, after you get your cast off. we can also talk all the time, and hang out, and do what friends do! i can tell you about the people that live here too! you gotta stay away from the grumpy old people in the neighbourhood over there! they’re kinda rude, or at least, that’s what lizzie said to shiloh.”

“who’s lizzie?” cove whispered, curiously.

“she’s this girl that lives here and she always plays at the park close to the beach, a little that way.” y/n pointed before continuing. “she says it’s her park but you can’t own a park! that’s so silly!”

“i owned a hill back home.”

“oh! well then, i guess you can own stuff!”

cove and y/n laughed together before cove trailed off.

“how do you know them? i thought that i was your first human friend.”

y/n’s face fell slightly, before they sighed and a small smile came on their face. “they don’t know i exist. honestly, no one is supposed to know. i just like listening to them talk, and watching them hang out together! shiloh and lizzie are best friends and i wanted to be a part of that… you know?”

cove nodded slightly, before cracking a smile.

“well, i promise i won’t tell anyone you’re a mermaid and that i’ll be the bestest human friend ever!”

y/n giggled softly. “i promise i’ll be the best mermaid friend ever! use that shell to contact me whenever! i’ll always answer! just like, talk in it!”

cove nodded, and as he said was about to say something, he heard his father calling his name. cove sighed before turning to y/n.

“i need to get back…” cove whispered, and y/n smiled.

cove’s dad was getting closer and closer, by the way his voice was getting louder. y/n waved goodbye, before swimming to deeper waters and diving underneath the calm waves.

cove smiled, and stepped out of the water, holding onto the shell, before walking towards his dad. maybe this new place wasn’t so bad.

[monster-mash-m]

Soaked

Yandere!Merman x chubby!gn!reader

Cw: possessiveness, yandere behavior, almost drowning, breeding, biting, dead fish, weird merman dick, marking.

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A merman noticed a human drowning, how’d this poor creature get stranded in the middle of the ocean. Awh! Look at their little legs flailing in a panic as they try to stay afloat. How cute… Soon too much water filled your lungs and exhaustion stiffened your lungs as your body gave out in the thrashing waves. The male swims closer in a sense of curiosity, not out of good will. His silky arms wrapped around your torso, gods you were so cold. He tutted as you lay limply in his arms, keeping your head above water as he swims you to his little hideaway, a cove only he knew of. You were just too cute to let drown!

You woke up with a burning feeling in your chest and a pounding in your head, sitting up like lightning and coughing out sea water with a pained expression. As you grasp at the sandy floor- sandy floor? You look around. What? All you remember was that you were on a boat with your family, next thing you know, you fell overboard and the waves were just too aerated so you couldn’t swim. Now… you’re here, in a cave, with glowing moss and crystals. Along with glowing plankton in the pool that leads out to the sea. You would’ve been in awe if you weren’t freaking out and mortified to notice you were only in your torn up shirt and underwear.

“Such a skittish creature…” I low voice called out from beside you. A man, well no a merman. You soaked in his appearance trying to accept the fact that mermaids and such were real in such a short span of time, “look at you, shaking all scared, just like a sea pup that’s lost its mother..” he hummed fondly. The fondness however was laced in condescension.

“W-where am I? Who are you?” You glare at the merman and shuffle away defensively. Wincing at your aching joints. He simply grins “You’re in my very own cove, little human, and as for me? Well I’m your rescuer.” He hummed out. Lifting himself out the water to sit on the sandy floor “I brought you some food, fresh from the hunt.” He threw a headless fish at you, how thoughtful. You grimace and look at the fish you just about managed to catch in your marred hands. “I…” you look awkwardly at him.

“I can’t eat raw meat, I mean I can technically… I just don’t think I could get this down without a fight…” you frown. He huffed and crossed his arms “you humans are so fussy.” He nodded his head over to a pile of random human stuff. “There might be something in there to cook your fish.” He said with an emotion you can’t quite put your finger on. “Oh… thanks.” You smile awkwardly and crawl over to the pile and look for anything… flammable.

Soon you find a rusty lighter, giving it a few experimental clicks, it lights up. And so do the eyes of the merman, watching you intently. You then see some dried out drift wood and placed it away from the pile of human stuff. Setting it alight. Then you place the fish on the burning wood, it was’t a high quality meal, but at least it would be more edible… hopefully.

Soon the fish was properly cooked and you started to pick at it and look at him “Why did you save me?” You asked hesitantly. He just gave you a wide sharp toothed grin “I thought you were a cute little thing so I swept you up and brought you someplace safe.” That made you sputter. “Oh I see…”

“Well… after this, could you return me to mainland?” You ask reasonably.

“No” he responded bluntly and immediately. “I found you, I keep you.” He said as if he was stating the obvious. Your brows quickly furrow “that’s not how it works… you can’t just keep me here-“ he shakes his head “oh but I can, I saw you flinging around like a panicked mackerel out there, I know you’re not a strong swimmer little human.” He hummed in an amused tone. Your heart sank. “I don’t think you could escape here without my help, and I’ve been awfully lonely, especially since it’s mating season…” he said the last part with a purr from deep in his throat.

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Oh, no. Or maybe oh yes? You couldn’t tell what you felt right now. A hot fish man is insinuating he wants to breed you, but he also seems like he’s not going to let you go. Hm…. Well if you can’t beat ‘em join em! You glare at him with precaution “I’m not sure what you’re implying…” you say with faux obliviousness. He smirks as a wet hand grabs your ankle yanking you towards him. His hands immediately landing on your plump hips. “Mmm, you’re quite warm human…” he practically purred again. “I’m implying that I want you as my mate…” he said lowly as his hands trail down your big squishy thighs, giving them a squeeze “I won’t care if you bare my young or not, I’ll breed you regardless…” his grin only widens.

Your breath hitches at his words, and his hands that seem to be far too eager to be on you. “So go on.. tell me you’re mine… let me claim the treasure I found in the sea hmm?” He asked though it sounded much more like a demand. Although despite his eagerness to stuff himself in you, his words held no malice despite his creepy demeanor, it looks like he was stalling his movements, ready to get off of you if you said no. But you didn’t. Instead you look him up and down and think ‘I’ve done worse’.

Slowly you sigh and look back at his face “you… can mate with me..” you look away awkwardly after saying so. Oh and that was all the confirmation he needed before his cold lips started attacking your neck. Your breath hitches as you feel his sharp teeth graze against your neck before biting down rather harshly, making you gasp out. He snickered into your skin as he lapped up the bruising skin “Gonna look so pretty decorated in my marks, no one will dare touch you, everyone will know you’re mine…” he growled possessively.

That’s when you felt something wet and slimy bulge out of the slit on his tail, pressing against your inner thigh. “That was quick…” you gasp out as you feel him rut against you, his cool scales feeling rather soothing as his tail ran up and down your legs as he nudged his needy cock against your clothed sex, “ugh…” he gritted out “I need to be in you, turn over on your front right now human…” he growled out and flipped you over with ease.

You gasp, slightly winded as his slippery cock immediately pressed against your ass as he continued his rutting “going to stuff you full just like a good mate….” He huffed out and moved your underwear to the side. He impatiently spat on his hand, rubbing his spit in on his fingers. Not a second any longer and he was already stretching your hole out. Making you bite your lip and suppress a startled moan. He chuckled lowly “that’s it, taking my fingers like a good mate…” you only let out as small moan as he continued to work you open so you can take his cock.

After what he felt was an eternity, he was satisfied with how stretched out you were. Immediately angling his pretty blue dick against your entrance. His hands dug into your plush hips “mmmh, humans are much softer than any sea person… so supple and squishy… perfect…” he growled as he rambled into your ear. His cock slowly entering. Your tight hole clenching eagerly around his slimy cock as he bottoms out in you. He groaned out loudly as he ducked his head into your neck and began to mark you more.

Soon he was completely inside, his slit pressed up against your ass. He was big… the unusual shape filling you in all the places you never knew you needed. Your back arches as he began to move his hips slowly “fuck so tight for me human..” he gritted out. His long hair tickling your back with every slow thrust. His sharp claw like nails digging into your fat. “I can’t hold back dear treasure… must fill you to the brim with my seed…”

And with that his hips began to hump into you at a feverish pace, lewd squelches and fwops echoed throughout the cave as he continued to use your tight hole like it was his new favorite toy. Soon enough you felt a knot in your stomach built up. He grunted “I’m close…” it seems he had the same build up as well. His thrusts became more erratic and clumsy as he fucked into your sloppy hole in desperation,

A mix between a hiss and a moan left his lips as his warm thick cum gushed into you, giving you no time to react as your orgasm hit you in waves. The merman continued rutting into you to ride out his orgasm, milking every last drop for you.

Once you both came down from your highs, he pulled out, a soft pop followed. Turning you back on your back as you breathe heavily. He looked at you with desire and that same unsettling smile that strangely turned you on. He panted heavily as he moved a few strands of hair that clung to your forehead out of the way. “You’re mine forever now… little human… we mated, you’re mine for life…” he whispered with a cocky smirk,

“I’ll make sure I’ll keep you well fed and squishy for me.” He said in satisfaction as he continued to let his hands explore and squeeze your body. You don’t know how you’re gonna cope with a clingy merman for the rest of your life….

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Whoop whoop whoop! Mermen! Kinda hit right?!

[jgracie]

SUMMERTIME, AND THE LIVIN'S EASY

masterlist | rules

❝ Can you please write an image with Percy where he’s dating Thetis(Achilles mom)daughter and he’s helping her with her water powers?And they kiss underwater?🥺🥺 ❞ — anon

in which percy teaches you how to use your powers (but you just really want to kiss him)

pairing percy jackson x thetis!reader

warnings none!!

When you first showed up at camp, Percy couldn’t help but feel a little competitive. Water was his thing. Whenever you needed any help with any sort of body of water, he was your guy! Your only guy! Because no one else at camp was as efficient with water as he is, since it is his father’s domain

Until you came along - a daughter of Thetis, the Goddess of water. Immediately, everyone was enamoured by you and your charms, telling you all about Greek mythology, with the first story you heard being of your half-brother Achilles. No one had cared to educate Percy that much. It didn’t help that you could talk to sea animals too. Everyday, whenever Percy would go to the beach, all the turtles and fish and hippocampi would tell him stories of your kindness. My lord, she helped us fix our cove today! My lord, she healed my broken fin! Percy was sick of it all

Secretly, however, he was intrigued by you too. You carried an ethereal aura wherever you went and your voice was reminiscent of the feeling of gentle waves rolling over Percy’s body on one of his late afternoon swims, the beach empty save for him and the sea creatures, who knew better than to disrupt him during his moment of peace

Besides, he did kind of want someone to talk to who was as connected to the ocean as he is. So he put his one-sided rivalry aside and decided to speak to you, quickly discovering that you actually weren’t very good at using your water powers. You could use them, of course, but it was never controlled and drained you quickly. So naturally, being the kind guy he is, Percy offered to help you hone your powers. Totally because he’s nice and not because you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever met and he would rather die than pass up an opportunity to be around you

The two of you would meet at the beach when all the activities of the day were over and Percy would teach you about the water and all it has to offer. During one of your first lessons, Percy discovered you could will your legs to join and turn into a tail - making you a mermaid. He’d never seen something more bewitching in his life. He was also a little jealous, since he couldn’t turn into a merman, but watching you glimmer under the golden sun as you swam around with your tail had him forgetting all about that

Eventually, the two of you realised you felt the same about each other and began to date. The lessons never stopped, of course, but now you could say the cute boy who was training you’s your boyfriend and not just your friend

“Okay baby, this is the goal for today,” Percy said as he lifted a giant ball of water from the sea and made it hover in the air, letting you observe for a second before letting go of it. You nodded, biting your lip as you made your way over to him. Usually, you were pretty focused during your lessons. You could kiss Percy whenever you wanted, so it could wait until after you’d learnt a new skill, right?

Today was different. Something about how his toned body moved effortlessly through the water, as if he were a part of it himself, made your face turn incredibly hot, the veins coursing through his arms - accentuated by the strain he was putting on his body - doing nothing to cool you down 

You started off by making smaller balls of water float - something you’d recently become very good at. When Percy cheered you on, placing a kiss on your forehead and mumbling about how proud he was of you, you couldn’t help but wish he’d move his lips just a little lower as you licked yours

Making space for you, Percy waded through the water backwards as he said, “you’ve got this! Don’t be afraid to stop or let me know if it’s too much!” He grinned, and your heartbeat got faster and faster at how caring he was. No one was more thoughtful than your lovely, sweet boyfriend who you desperately wanted to shower with an insane amount of affection right now

In theory, the task was easy. You knew you’d be able to do it if you just weren’t distracted. You were no longer the girl who’d have to fight the urge to pass out after using her powers once, your body now being able to withstand much more, but your heart just wasn’t in what you were doing

Percy noticed this. At first, he thought something was wrong. Did something happen today to dampen your mood? Just as he was about to ask, he noticed it. The way your eyes would linger on his arms, moving up to his chest and finally to his lips. He smirked once he realised, your adoration for him quickly inflating his ego

He was going to let you wait a little longer, curious to see if you’d say something or just tough it out, but after catching your cute, desperate stare a fifth time in a row, your tail glittering as it swished under the water, he knew he was a goner

“Hey, Y/N, do you know how to breathe underwater?” He asked, catching you off guard. You made a face between confusion and offence, your brows clearly screaming ‘of course I do, you idiot’  

“I mean, yeah, obviously. Why?” You asked, inching closer and closer to him, craving nothing more than his saccharine touch - always as sticky as honey, his hands never failed to linger, making sure you knew you were appreciated. They did that now, their warmth making its way to your soul as Percy gently caressed your arms

Then, he pulled you underwater. He gave the nosy sea animals glares that sent them away, making the seabed yours for the time being. He cradled the back of your head and pulled you closer and closer, your hands pressed to his chest and your mouth parted, the anticipation nearly killing you

There was about a centimetre of space between you now

“Consider this revision, kay?” He whispered before finally locking his lips with yours

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Main Masterlist || Navigation || All works are F!Reader || All images sourced from Pinterest ||

SONGS THAT SOUND LIKE SEA-FOAM || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Fisherman!John Price x F!Mermaid!Reader

SYNOPSIS: In which a lone mermaid finds good company with a handsome fisherman who trespasses in her cove. But the word isn't what it used to be...hunting ships patrol the waters.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

FANART: “You’re somethin’ beautiful, y’know that?” & "Mermaid Interpretation" by @thedevillovesflowers

2. RUN AWAY TO ME || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Blacksmith!Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Runaway Bride!Reader

SYNOPSIS: The night started with wine and ended with blood. Racing through the woods after having escaped your wedding, you find a lone homestead in the middle of a rainstorm. Alone, wounded, and bordering on unconsciousness, you have no option but to knock.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

3. BLOOD-STAINED WOOL SPUN AT MIDNIGHT || 18 + Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Werewolf!Ghost x F!Tailor!Reader (Set in Van Helsing Era/Aesthetic)

SYNOPSIS: When you left the town in the year of our Lord, 1897, to buy more wool from the local farmer, the cobblestone streets had come up to meet the hooves of your neighbor's horse.

Along this trip of false hope, the open fields at your sides had led to the backdrop of a brimstone forest; an old shadow seems to loom there. A black thing. A devil with eyes like a burial mound. You were told to fear the Ghost of the Forest, but never had you known you'd be caught in his blackened claws.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

4. BLACK METAL AND BOURBON || 18+ Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Biker/Mechanic!Ghost x F!Bartender!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You've been in this small town for your entire existence, giving up dreams and aspirations to carry on life as a simple bartender despite your hatred of two things: the smell of cigarette smoke and the disrespect from regulars, namely, your ex and his buddies. But on a still-air Sunday, almost overnight, a mechanics shop pops up right across the street - giving sight to new faces and a fresh group of men with a love of motorcycles. One, in particular, seems to only like Bourbon.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

5. TO HUNT A SILVER STAG || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Knight!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Fae!Princess!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Promised to a greedy king to try and preserve the magic of the land, a princess instead finds herself drawn to a chivalrous knight and his gentle words. But everyone knows magic has a mind of its own.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

6. HOW TO ADAPT TO FIRE || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Fireman!John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Journalist!Reader

SYNOPSIS: There is an arsonist in your city, and you're going to catch him. As one of the most prolific investigative journalists in the city, you make a lot of enemies the second your papers are released to the public. Your informant - and perhaps something more - in the local fire department makes a point to tell you to be careful.

But everyone knows he's right beside you when the fires start sparking.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

7. MOSS, BONE, AND A FALLING STAR || Mini-Series || Not Started

PAIRING: Witch Hunter!Price x F!Witch!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Humans have not been kind to you, but they usually are to things that they don't understand. You're offered a deal when a rugged-looking Witch Hunter shows up at your secluded hut. Make him see you for what you truly are in three stories or less. You oblige and give him the limit - a story of moss, of bone, and of a falling star.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

8. VIVAMUS, MORIENDUM EST || Undetermined || Not Started

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader (Reincarnation AU)

SYNOPSIS: In every lifetime you made a promise to one another: even if you must die, you will find a way to live together for all of eternity, be that five or a hundred years from now. You'd not broken your promise yet.

CHAPTERS: Undetermined

[silkjade-archived]

alhaitham x mermaid! reader (2)

⤀ warnings: fem!reader, no pronouns mentioned a/n: recommended to read the previous part first, since this is a direct continuation next ﾉ series masterlist ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𓇼

For the past three weeks since your last encounter, alhaitham returns to the cove as usual, only to be met with no one. On the fourth week, he finally spots you lounging on a large rock, moonbathing under the pale light. The thought that it’s no wonder sailors are so easily enraptured, flits across his mind as he wades towards your rock.

It’s a shame that the moment your eyes meet, you dive back into the sea, the clear waters darkened under the blanket of night. He calls out your name only once, betting on the assumption that you’re still lurking close by. Sighing, he continues.

“I apologize for last time. I’d like to take you up on your offer.”

“… if it still stands of course,” he adds quickly.

There’s a hint of hesitance that lines alhaitham’s words, which is unusual for one normally so confident. Even more so, you notice he isn’t wearing his headphones— not over his ears nor around his neck. How interesting… perhaps you will surface.

“No ‘soundproof earpieces’ tonight?”

“They’d never last in the underwater pressure, so I’d really prefer if they at least stay intact for use on land.”

“And what if I decide to drown you right now? You wouldn’t be able to resist my song.”

It’s true, he probably wouldn’t. But logically speaking, a mermaid who’s chosen to aid him in perfecting his linguistics (multiple times), likely wouldn’t pose a huge threat. On the other hand, he did possibly offend you during your last meeting. In addition, mermaids were notoriously known to be headstrong and fickle as the sea itself. If that were truly the case…

“Then that would be bad luck for me.”

Always so cool, always so calm. The back of your fingers graze past his ear, tempting fate.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“No.”

To be honest, alhaitham isn’t sure if you’re somehow testing him, what with the way your voice comes out honey sweet to his ears. But his mind is clear and his resolve is strong. He just hopes it translates well to you, despite the slight waver in his hushed voice.

“I know what a kiss means to you humans…” you say, tracing your fingers down the side of his neck, stopping only to toy with the gem on his chest. It’s faint, but you can feel his heartbeat pick up. Blinking once, twice, you look up, holding his gaze, and repeat the question that had left a questionable mark on your correspondence. “Do you trust me?”

There’s no denying that alhaitham is a smart man; he’s learned from his mistake and knows how to answer this time around. Lifting your chin, he gently pulls you in and seals the distance between you with his lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss, before sinking below the surface, effectively tugging him along, and sending him tumbling into the water with you.

The coldness of the ocean is worlds apart from the warm sumeru air. Alhaitham jerks away, expecting to feel the familiar sting in his nose, but it never comes and he finds himself breathing water like air. You grasp his hand, dragging him into a world unknown— at least to him. You will happily be his guide.

“Well come on. Enough floundering around, we’ve got lots to see.”

After a night of swimming, alhaitham is absolutely exhausted by the time the two of you make it back to the little cove. Even with the ability to breathe underwater, his human body is still no match for the strong currents of the depths.

“I’ve always wondered why you call yourself feeble, but I see it now,” you tease.

He really only has the energy for a halfhearted retort. “Come to sumeru city, and then we’ll see.”

…

It’s a long pause before either of you speak again. Only the rolling of tides breaks the silence in the night.

“Do you mean it?” you ask softly, glancing at your tail. The remaining water droplets glisten under the full moon; you’d have a pair of legs once completely dry. Some of your kind yearned for the world above, but you’ve never quite understood the appeal until now.

“Mmm..” It’s a half conscious hum before drifting off to sleep against the cavern walls.

Behind some rocks lay his usual belongings which he had left hidden earlier in the night. You drape his strange half-cape over his sleeping form, recalling how humans tend to get cold easily in the sea breeze, especially while wet.

“Hey, wake up. It’s noon.”

And so alhaitham opens his eyes to find your face hovering inches from his. Upon further inspection (and after blinking away the sleep from his eyes), he notices that not only has your tail been replaced with a pair of legs, but that you’re also… completely bare.

“What are you—”

Immediately, he turns his head away, choking on his words as a heated blush tints his face. With the reveal that you did in fact know the human implications of a kiss, he’s sure you also know what you’re currently doing as well. But for now… he swiftly gets up, tossing his cape in your direction. He’ll have to make a stop at port ormos to buy you some real clothing later.

It’s amusing, how a man so collected falters in the face of intimacy. With a sly grin, you cover your naked figure, though it quickly fades when you see him packing to leave the privacy of the cavern.

“H-hey help me up!”

“Oh? Feeling feeble, are we?”

a/n2: help i'm so invested in this au i'm probably going to do a third part, so send me an ask or just reply below if you'd like to be added to the series taglist ! thank you for reading ♡

© silkjade — do not steal, plagiarize, translate or repost any content onto any other platform

[yourfatherlucifer]

Shark Bait (Hongjoong)

Shark Hybrid!Hongjoong x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Living in a world full of different creatures and humans, some mixed together, creating hybrids. You were just a mermaid though, an ancient tale from the sea. He was something every human feared, even merfolk feared. But you fell in love, how could it be so forbidden?

Warnings: Talks of species violence

AU: Hybrid

Genre: Fluff

WC: 900+ (unfinished)

Rated: PG-13 for violence

Nets: not tagging because I didn’t finish this story and I just want to get it out of my drafts.

“Mom, look at this thing I found! It looks like it was from the pirate era!” You shoved a goblet in front of your mothers face, “Must be some kind of cup?”

You pulled it back to examine it further. Your mother shook her head.

“Y/N, we talked about this, I understand you like your scavenging, you’re an adult you can do as you’d like, but please, take it somewhere else.” She folded her arms.

“I don’t like those human objects. They just bring misfortune.” Her tail swayed behind her.

You had rolled your eyes at him before clutching the found object to your chest, “And what misfortune do you speak of mother? It’s a cup.”

You loved living in the ocean, though, you had no idea what land life was like anyway. Still, you loved the shiny sea life, the coral, the seaweed, the little treasures you’d find at the bottom of the ocean.

Some you’d even bring to your little siblings, they’d love the gifts. Sometimes they’d even wanna go on a journey with you, but you or your parents would never allow it. They were still very young and there were dangers that lurked in the waters.

Despite being friendly with the sea life, there were still some that didn’t like you. The sharks for example, especially the great whites. They loved to harass the merfolk.

So you had to be careful when investigating ship wrecks, making sure there were no bodies. You always felt bad for the humans who got lost at sea, so you’d guide them back. However, there were always the bad humans, the ones that would try to capture you for your body, to take you as a trophy or a ‘pet’.

That didn’t stop you from loving your life and exploring. Your parents considering you to be adventurous, they always worried about you, scared you’d get hunted by a shiver of sharks. You never did though, you were always careful.

Your mother scoffed at you, she was almost seething with anger, "It doesn't matter, Y/N! You are always going into the dangerous waters without thinking! Just to get your stupid trinkets, that we have no use of! What, what are we gonna do with a goblet!" Her arms thrown up.

You couldn't understand why your mother was being like this, you were always safe, nothing had happened, ever.

“Y/N, please. Just listen to me. Your step father and I care for you and are worried of your adventures,” you could feel the ‘air’ turning somber, “I’ve never told you what actually happened to your father.”

After so many years, she was finally going to give you answers? And for what? Just to stop you from having fun? It isn’t right. You never grieved your fathers death, because you never met the dude. So what does his death have to do with anything?

Your mother took the goblet from your hands and brought you inside your cove home, "Listen, your father was the same way, he loved his little adventures, just as you do. That's where you got it from," she took a deep breath, "He'd always bring me little presents when I was pregnant with you."

She smiled as she recalled those delightful memories.

"But one day he didn't return. He was with some buddies, on yet another adventure for me presents. He wanted to some stuff for you to have."

You could see her emotions unraveling but continued to listen, "When he didn't return for hours, I was so scared. Then his friends came here. Without him."

"They told me they were attacked by sharks. Your father was the only who didn't make it. Said he distracted the sharks so they could get away."

At this point your mother had tears streaming down her face, even if you couldn't tell with the water.

When she wiped her tears away, she stared at you once again, "That is why I don't like your adventures. These attacks on our people are getting too common. I don't want to lose you, Y/N, you're all I have left of your father. I hated those trinkets after he passed."

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Even after the talk with her, I still didn't care, I didn't know him. I was always careful anyway, never once have I come across a shark, maybe a nurse shark but they're friendly. It was the great whites, goblin sharks, tiger sharks and other sharks that were aggressive.

I had found another shipwreck, ways from the last one I discovered earlier, this looked fairly new, couldn't know exactly when it sank though.

It was a smaller boat, looked like one those humans partied on, what did they call it? Yacht, I think? Wonder how it got sunk.

Humans could be idiots when it came to anything.

I wedged myself inside, careful not to catch my tail on anything. There were a few shiny things, a small rectangle about the size of my hand, I think the humans called these phones, not too sure. It was useless underwater, so I just placed it back where I found it.

While searching for miscellaneous objects, I didn't realize the boat had been swarmed by sharks. My predator.

Once I had stopped searching, I turned to make my way out, only to be met with huge jaws, razor sharp teeth, and pale gray skin. A great white shark. The King of the seas.

I swam back further into the boat and in response the shark mauled the small entrance with its mouth, trying to get to me. Oh my god, I should've listened to my mother, now I am going to die just as my father did.

I cried out in fear, I didn't want to die.

As the shark approached me, something pushed it out of the way, I could hear shouts, "Back off! Didn't I tell you to stop killing the mermaids!"

You poked your head out in confusion, what was going on?

The figure swam up to me, I could finally figure out its features. It was a boy..about my age. He’s beautiful. However, he adorned a fin on his back and razor sharp teeth.

He held his hand up to me but I slowly swam back into the boat, “Hey! Wait, it’s okay! I’m not going to hurt you.”

He smiled, “My name is Hongjoong, I’m a shark-hybrid. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything, I just wanna be your friend.”

UNFINISHED

[differenteagletragedy]

I can see a mermaid mc playfully messing with Cove while he’s trying to surf like, mc splashing water at him with their tail or bumping into his surfboard.

They would! I love so much in the game when MC teases Cove and he just gives that glare, like hush, you know you love it. My favorite dynamic!

Cove: Can you seriously stop for a little bit? I'm trying to practice:

MC: Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry. I've been messing around too much. Go ahead, I won't splash you again, I promise.

Cove: Ok ....

*Cove stands up on his surfboard, MC promptly splashes with their tail*

Cove: This is stupid anyway I don't wanna play anymore

Lolol I also got a request for a mermaid fic, gonna work on it soon!

[rui-drawsbox]

olba x dumenshi lets goo

little ramble about the worldbuilding cuz it my favorite thing abt dumenshi jkdsfh

besides Ruri and Cove, everyone meets as adults. Derek meets them when Cove s 16-17, Terri and Randy when he's 19-20 and Baxter comes into picture when he's 23

Yeah i'm using Cove's age as the standard lmao, i also made Ruri a half gnome so they could grow up together like in the game lol (i mean at least that's the case with half elves but i just assumed it was something universal haha)

dwarves aaaare super hairy but i wasnt sure about giving derek a full-beard so lets just say he shaves (?)

since baxter meets the gang once he's an adult, to me he spent half his lifetime with the olnf cast but went to the elves continent with his parents and since he didn't liked how dismissive they were toward others races (specially his parents, istg theyre like peak traditionalists lol) he ran off and joined our little group yay

cove is like laios but the "sea creaures" autism instead of the "all kind of monsters" autism

Ruri (and mom, shes also a gnome to me) teached a little magic to Cove, specifically water and healing spells

since gnome magic and elf magic is different, sometimes Ruri and Baxter teach magic to each other haha

dont ask me about their roles in the dungeon i dont play dnd

to me. baxter was this super classy elf, and he shows that classy-ness with expensive elf-like delicate outfits lol

Ma is a drawf (mabye?) and Mom is a gnome, which makes Lee also a gnome! Liz is still a human/tallman. Intentionally didn't make anyone a halfoot bc of their super short lifespan (mabye shiloh or jeremy)

cove suffers when they have to kill mermaids

[sugar-omi]

I THINK I FINALLY GOT IT TO WORK.... jfc anywayz this is nasty n i love it. so fellow monster freaks, this is for you my loves!!!! <333

DAY FOUR — MONSTER FUCKING

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, fem/afab reader, dub-con just bc y'all are so outta it, (mentioned/implied) dom/sub space, mermaid!cove x human!reader, soft to mean dom cove, biting, scratching, stomach bulging, knotting ment, ignore the kinda scary mer pregnancy bit okay

synopsis : cove finally lets you spend his heat with him, and your mermaid boyfriend is so much different than you had thought...

maybe you should have listened to cove when he said humans couldn't handle a mermaids heat. at least not without fighting for their life.

mermaids are naturally rough during their heats, biting and fighting for dominance over the other.. not to mention the sheer size of them.

cove is bigger than the average merman, "standing" at 12 feet tall.

which is something you should have factored in along with the sharp teeth and claws. because now, you're in a isolated underwater cove, with a horny, giant mermaid who is currently rearranging your guts.

"cove-!" you cry, pushing against his chest. it's fruitless, and you're just asking for more assertiveness, more pain

"stay still." cove growls, his sharp eyes striking through you, urging you to stay still and take it. you whine, your eyes rolling back. you know cove is trying to be gentle, but his mind is clouded.

"i-i can't take more!" you whimper. even though he's proportional for a merman of his size, it's too much for you. you couldn't possibly take all of his dick. "it won't fit-" you drawl, the words straining through gritted teeth.

cove kisses your cheek, licking your tears. "it's okay, it's okay..." he comforts, panting from the effort to control himself. "you can take it... i've prepared you for this.."

you whine when he moves again, the prominent ridges on the underside of his dick stretching you open.

he really did try to prepare you, gifting you a toy roughly the size of his dick and some smaller ones to work up to his size. cove even ate you out beforehand, his fingers slowly stretching you open and making sure you would come out as unscathed as possible.

cove kisses you, swallowing your whines and moans and trading it for his long tapered tongue.

you kiss back, letting cove consume your senses and take away all your burdens.

bitten, bruised, and sore, it's so worth it. to be connected with cove on this level.. it's maddening.

"are.. you okay?" cove pants into your ear, his fingers flexing around your waist as he tries to keep restraint.

you swallow, drool pooling in your mouth. "yes, yes, please move…"

cove fixes his grip on your body to move you the way he wants, his hands are so big they easily wrap around your waist and the heat coming from cove makes you feel like you're burning…

"ah-!" you drape yourself over cove. wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. he's moving your body so easily..

you know you're much smaller than cove, so his strength shouldn't be a surprise. but the way he's moving your body up and down on his cock like you're his personal cock sleeve drives you crazy.

"covee~" you drawl, your eyes rolling back. fuck you're losing your mind.

every part of your body and mind is consumed with pleasure, any thoughts you have melt and reform to think about nothing but cove and his dick.

cove's nails dig into your skin, pearls of blood coming to the surface and washing away with the movements of your hips.

the scratches should hurt, cove's claws aren't for decoration afterall, but it seems that medicine cove gave you helps with the pain you are sure to endure during his heat.

cove groans, "fuck.. you're so tight…"

you pang, blinking away your fucked out haze. "you're… you're just too- ohh fuck- too big!"

cove's laugh is cut off by your twitching cunt tightening around him, "jesus christ, y/n… stop tightening up.." cove growls.

you whine, dragging your nails down cove's scaled shoulders. "i'm-i'm trying.." you whine, "it feels so good."

cove drags his teeth over the exposed column of your throat. his lips trail down to your shoulder, and with much care that most mermaids wouldn't afford, he bites down hard enough to leave evidence of his teeth, and he runs his tongue over it soothingly.

you huff, squirming in cove's hold. "please, please cove! faster!"

cove peeks at you, stopping his assault on your neck and collarbone. "...can you handle it?"

you huff irritably, rolling your eyes. "i'm taking your dick right now aren't i? i'm not going to break."

cove glares, "it took you a week to get up to the toy that was only 2nd to my true size, you shook and cried that you couldn't take it."

his voice is booming, and maybe it should scare you, but something about cove reminding you how you pathetically ran to him to help you with the toy… it turns you on.

"you've trained your pathetic human cunt to take my dick and you still cried that it wouldn't fit." cove stares down at you, his height and gaze making you still and a fire is burning in your stomach.

"if i give you more than you can take, you'll break. aren't you worried about me hurting you?" cove inquires and his gaze is a mix of intrigue and confusion at your eager negative shake of your head.

"as if, you can't hurt a fly." you're testing him, he's already holding back for you and yet you can't help but want to push him over the edge…

cove growls, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest and his gills flare.

he doesn't say anything else, you've said enough after all and if it's more you want, it's more you get.

cove hugs you, one arm around your back and the other under your butt, and uses the power of his lower body to thrust up into you.

you yell, your nails scratching down his scales and to his back, surely scratching off skin if cove's hiss is anything to go by.

with the change of pace, the last couple inches of cove's dick forces itself into you. you can't even catch your breath since with every rearing of his hips, the knot at the base of his dick pop in-and-out of you.

"cove!" you slap his shoulder, shaking at the stimulation.

cove nips at your shoulder and chest, leaving small marks where he pleases. "you wanted more. don't blame me if you end up becoming my pathetic cock sleeve."

you whine, drool slipping past the corner of your lips.

he's really fucking you dumb, leaving you no choice but to think about nothing but his dick.

his fat tip keeps bumping against your cervix, hitting that lovely spot between your womb and your gummy walls.

"ah! ohh fuck!" you cry, cove has taken your nipple in his mouth, swirling his long tongue around the bud and teasing it with his teeth, your other breast in his hands, rolling the bud between his fingers.

you whimper and moan, shaking your hips in return. the sensation is so good, especially since he's keeping you from running with his arm around your waist, forcing you to take the pleasure he's giving you.

as if you would want to run anyway. you've become way too addicted to this now.

sure you and cove have been intimate before, but this is the most you've ever taken of his ridiculously large mer dick and this is the roughest he's ever been with you.

usually he’s the one holding your hips to keep you from sinking any further on his length. but now he's fucking you with reckless abandon, giving into your pleas after all this time…

it doesn't take much to succumb to the pleasure that you've been craving this whole time.

“cove!” you cry, your legs shaking.”i’m gonna, i’m gonna make a mess!”

cove growls, picking up pace, purposefully angling his tip to slam against your g-spot.

a couple solid thrusts is all it takes to have you shaking, your legs wrapped around cove as you squirt.

you're seeing white, your legs shaking and toes curling. you can barely process the groan that comes deep from cove's throat because of your convulsing cunt, you're wrapped so tightly around him that his cock drags against your walls when he tries to pull back.

you whine and shake, feeling sensitive after such an intention orgasm.

"cove…" you weakly call, pulling yourself up by his shoulders to try and get off his dick, that spongy spot inside your walls too tender from the abuse.

"don't pull away from me.." cove grunts, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter.

you pant, blinking and trying to keep consciousness.

you barely register that you're slipping into sub space, you've completely surrendered yourself to cove and obediently swallow the pearls he presses to your lips.

"mm, what.. what was that?" you ask, swallowing several times at the after taste. you know one of them was for breathing underwater, but you've never seen the other before..

"it's a contraceptive."

in this position you feel really small to cove, his body leaning over yours, completely trapping you between him and his nest.

combine that with his feral grin and sharp eyes… you're stuck and absolutely hypnotized.

"merfolk are very fertile, remember?" cove leans down to whisper in your ear. his voice deep and it penetrates your soul.

"we have a lot left to do before i impregnate you with my seed."

you shiver, looking at him with wide eyes. the thought doesn't terrify you, although maybe it should with what you know…

most humans don't survive it. and that's typically because they're not mated… something about DNA and special pheromones to relax and aid you in pregnancy and birth.

cove kisses your cheek, grinding his the tip of his dick near your womb. "don't worry… i know hoe to make it easier, don't be scared."

you nod mindlessly, trusting him.

"fuck!" you curse, the power of cove's thrust nearly burying you in his nest.

you cling onto his shoulders for dear life, your leg kicking out, allowing him to go even deeper.

"cove!"

"shhh, it's okay. just a bit more.." cove soothes, "i'm gonna cum soon…"

he groans, removing himself from your thoroughly marred neck to hold your legs and spreading them open, allowing him to piston into your weeping cunt.

you howl, throwing your head back and fisting the organized mess of blankets and materials of cove's nest, arching your back.

the movement just forces his dick deeper inside you, making you whine loudly.

you flip over, although not without much shaking, whimpering, and cove's nails digging into your skin.

although now that you've made it onto your stomach, weakly trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure, cove tugs your hips back and easily manhandled you.

he presses you against his chest with his hand, the other on your stomach, which he brings something interesting to your attention…

"fuck.. you see that?"

it takes you a minute to respond, too long because cove grabs you by your chin and tilts your head down, and shows you your stomach.

you moan lowly at the sight.

with every deep thrust you can see cove's dick protrude from your stomach, popping up right below your belly button.

cove lifts your head back up, his hand under your jaw, and he can't help but laugh at the tears running down your face.

"look at you, you've become a brainless slut."

you moan at cove's degrading comment. fuck you didn't think he had it in you but he does and you are losing it.

"maybe i'll keep you to myself forever. merfolk already have a bad reputation because of sirens.." cove growls in your ear, "wanna be my cute lil' cock sleeve, y/n?"

all you can do is beg and squirm for more.

"please.." you whimper, feeling cove's knot catching on your entrance. you want to be filled, you need him to cum inside..

cove laughs at your plea and kisses your lips, grinning a sharp toothed, wolfish smirk. "good girl, i'll take care of you…"

[yandere-sins]

The Orcas' Tale - Lyr's Story I

And here he is, our sweetest, craziest, loveliest boy ♥ Honestly, it was fun giving Lyr a bit more personality than he had in the original story, and I am also glad to have provided him with a cute little darling of his own. I hope you guys enjoy slipping into the role of a mermaid, and ehem look forward to a different kind of spice (;

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Orca Merman x GN!AFAB!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Non-Con Kissing/Touching/Fingering, Bondage kind of), Violence (Threats to kill/harmm reader, Sharp teeth/claws, Almost tearing off reader's jaw), Monsters/Non-Human reader, Animalistic behavior, Mention of blood/claws/sharp teeth, Hinting at death/non-con, Feeding the reader seal meat, Being caught in a net, Long post

"They just won't stop bugging! Like, I get it, Mom, bringing a human into the pod was stupid and dangerous, but it's not our fault that Nerrocan left!"

Heaving a deep sigh, Lyr looked up at the water's surface through the holes in the ceiling of the cove he had found. Light was shimmering into the mostly calm water, a few tiny fish slipping in and out of the cave-like structure while he rested on his back, ignoring any wildlife of the ocean as he had no interest in small fry. They didn't get close enough to be caught, wary of the superior predators of the sea, who, unbeknownst to anyone's eyes, looked more like friends hanging out than what they really were—captor and captive.

Despite his annoyance and loud complaining, he looked tired. You had witnessed many a mood of his ever since he decided to hide you away for his own enjoyment, but as of late, every time Lyr visited you, he looked more exhausted than the last. As usual, his eyes were dull, and his dorsal fin collapsed. For an orca in his best years, he looked like he'd been dragged through the blue hell, but it invoked no sympathy inside you. All you could do was listen and observe, but knowing he was the merman responsible for your misery, you felt no pity for your clearly mentally unstable captor. Reaching to his left, Lyr picked another piece of meat from the seal carcass he had hunted, slipping the food into his mouth before continuing his rant.

"Who'd have known that guy had it in him. Can't help but respect him getting the fuck out of the pod, and I'm glad I don't have to see his wannabe goody two-fin face anymore. It's been getting harder to put him in his place with how aggressive he suddenly got."

"Won't they miss him?"

Lyr stopped chewing, his head falling to the side, facing you. Muddy purple eyes sprang to life, reflecting the light as brilliant as rare corals. With one big gulp, he devoured what had been left of his meal, a toothy grin spreading over his lips. "Look who decided to talk! Who's gonna miss him? His mommy? Sure. It's not like she has a dozen more just like him."

For a moment, you held his stare, watched the grin stretch wider, and twisted his expression into a grimace before you lowered your eyes, settling on drawing swirls into the sand. It wasn't like you wanted to have a conversation with him, but listening day in and day out to his crazy rambles and complaints was just as bovine as engaging with the madman. 

"That's not very nice. I'm sure his mom loves them all equally. You've got a big family, after all."

"Nah," he retorted, shaking his head. Picking out a bone from the seal's body, he used it as a toothpick, cleaning out the sharp-edged teeth he loved flashing you. "Orcas aren't like yours. We don't love each other just because we share the same blood or come from the same mother. Either you're useful to the pod and do what you're told, or you're at the very bottom of the food chain. I could never be the same as Krill, no matter how hard I tried. He was always Mom's favorite, so now I just don't try anymore. It doesn't even matter to them where I am, but it suits me. Now I got a lot more time to spend with ya!"

Now it was your time to grimace while Lyr flopped onto his side and closer to you, surely noticing the tension growing in your body as you felt appalled by the ever-closing distance. He tossed the bone carelessly into the water while your movements abruptly stopped. You wished it was as easy as the flap of your fin to get away from him, but you were rendered helpless to his touch, unable to get away from his pointed finger dragging over your forearm, his claw teasing your softer skin. He didn't just have the advantage of size, but you knew that no matter how haggard he might appear, you'd be no match against him in a scuffle. Much less now that you were trapped.

And your growling stomach wasn't helping.

While you let out an exasperated groan, Lyr laughed loudly about your misery, finding your dependency on him to not starve hilarious. As much as you despised being at his mercy, you had no choice but to humor him if you wanted to survive, even when he enjoyed your reluctant behavior so much that he held his stomach aching from laughter. 

"You could have just told me you're hungry!" he teased, grinning from ear to ear at you while you gave him an ashamed glare, staying silent as a stone in your spot, belly-down in the sand. "I don't mind sharing, ya know? There's still so much of this yummy seal left, it would be a shame to give it to the fish. You know what you gotta do to earn it, right?"

Gritting your teeth, you watched the smugness wash over his expression as he sent you into yet another predicament. You even considered eating a heap of sand instead of bowing to his will. As if being trapped wasn't enough, he just had to exploit you at every chance he got, and you hated how easily your survival instinct made these reckless decisions for you, which he'd never let you live down. The hole in your stomach didn't get any smaller. Lyr's last visit had been a few days already, and you were in no condition to hunt efficiently for yourself. So aside from small, stupid fish that came too close to you, you hadn't eaten outside of his visits, and it was starting to show. 

You knew what you had to do. Unfortunately.

No matter how much your brain screamed at you not to, your body knew it instinctively, propping itself onto your forearms while you sighed inwardly, feeling defeated by your needs. Moving was the hardest part about being caught in a net. It was an unusual heavy net with clunky weights that had slung around your fin and lower body, dragging you to the ground where Lyr had found you. Even he had been surprised by the sturdiness of this net when he first inspected it but quickly had taken advantage of the situation, dragging you to this much more hidden place and out of plain sight so he had you all to himself. At least he didn't kill you; that's what you told yourself. But death was more merciful than Lyr, that much you knew by now. 

He had no problem being patient when it meant watching you struggle as you dragged yourself toward him. Lyr didn't even mind you digging your meager claws into his skin when you grabbed onto him, using his body to support yourself while you lifted off the ground, close enough to feel his watery breath ghost against your face. Placing your lips over his, you flinched away in reluctance before forcing yourself to keep going, counting to three this time before twisting your head to the side. 

Lyr hummed, sounding dissatisfied as you felt his hand brush up your spine. Nesting his palm at the nape of your neck, you refused to look forward again until he twisted his own head to find your lips, his much sharper, much more dangerous claws only curling into place the second he got what he wanted. Now, with an appreciative chortle, he relished in stealing another kiss, tongue swiping over your pursed lips until he found a hole in your defense, worming into your mouth. 

You were no stranger when it came to mating habits, but compared to your fellow dolphins, Lyr was surprisingly gentle. He relished in your defiance but seemed to enjoy enticing little moans and gasps from you just as much. His tongue was a choking hazard in a mouth that wasn't fit to house it. Though you had gills, you could barely concentrate on breathing while you fought against him as best as you could. Still, he took his sweet time exploring every inch, letting air flow out of his mouth and into yours, never not considering you while doing what he wanted. He even softened his hold on you, rubbing his palms down your back in a spine-tingling motion when you stopped struggling against him. It was almost like he was rewarding you for good behavior, and it was sickeningly pleasurable.

But the taste of flesh and blood lingering on his tongue made your stomach growl, your body eagerly moving towards him, hoping to find food. All you gained was a chuckle before he nicked your lower lip with his sharp teeth in warning. Your fangs probably wouldn't be able to bite through his thick tongue, but despite this weird obsession he had with you, he was almost more wary of you than you of him. It seemed like he could never cut himself loose completely despite having nothing to fear from an easy target like you. He seemed so relaxed and unbothered whenever he visited you, but it was almost as if he was plagued by invisible ghosts whispering into his ears. 

Despite his warning, you found his arms wrapping around your body, pulling you on top of him before you two rolled over to the other side, Lyr resting you gently down in the sand. He didn't care that the net that had trapped you to the ocean floor also got dragged over his tail, unbothered by possibly getting stuck like you were. Perhaps he simply didn't mind that thought as much as you did. To be fair, considering he was much stronger and the material had yet to wrap around and get stuck on his fins like it had with yours, it posed no threat to the orca. And yet, it was infuriating to you, who wanted nothing more than to swim away and reunite with your own kind. 

Propping his arm in the sand next to your head, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile and a mischievous spark in his eyes but reached over you, grabbing a piece of seal meat. He brought it up to your lips, dabbing it against them, though you refused to open for him. "I can feed myself just fine," you reminded him, wiggling your hands in the air to demonstrate your ability to hold things before trying to take the food from him.

"Now, don't be ungrateful, or I'll bring you a turtle shell to gnaw on next time."

You could feel your face contort in disgust at his suggestion, reluctantly parting your lips to nib at the food dangling in front of your face. Once you had a taste of meat, your body couldn't resist, gobbling up every last bite hungrily while Lyr kept providing it for you with a smile. If he wasn't fast enough, your teeth would drag over his fingers, but he wouldn't even flinch or scold you, his fin slapping against the sand instead, almost as if he enjoyed your nibbles. 

Seal wasn't your preferred food, but in times of food scarcity—like it has ever since getting holed up with Lyr—it was as good as any. The rest of the carcass was devoured faster than your excited stomach wanted, and you still didn't feel satisfied after eating every last piece. Had you been free, you'd have gone hunt for more without a moment of rest. But the gnawing hunger had subsided at least, and if Lyr came back again soon, you'd at least not have to endure it for too long until the next meal. 

Pausing your thoughts, you realized you had just longed for Lyr to provide for you again soon, immediately turning the hunger into nausea as you pondered on it. 

You were too quiet, too long for his taste as he sought out your lips again after your meal. Brushing his thumb over them, your instinct mistook his finger for more food. You could barely stop yourself from biting into his gnarly claw as the urge to eat won over again. However, your mouth was open long enough as realization dawned on you of what you were doing, for him to cup your face instead, turning it slightly to him so his tongue could lick over your lips and dip in again. Lyr hummed merrily as he tasted the seal on you, unashamed, unbothered by you struggling to keep him out, fingers wrapping around his throat—unsuccessful in deterring him. He was waiting for your breath to run out before taking the chance to deepen the kiss again, ever so patient with you. 

"I think I get it now," he mumbled, breaking the kiss before leaving some more superficial brushes of his lips against yours. "Nerrocan was onto something. We just didn't know it."

"Why didn't you go with him then?" you mumbled back, turning your face away to avoid any more unwanted affection, even if it meant resting it in his palm. 

To your surprise, Lyr scoffed loudly, and you flinched away as you could feel his mood shift. His palm didn't grow stiff and rigid. However, you still forced yourself away from it, too afraid he might—possibly on accident, but much more likely intentionally—rake his claws over your face, leaving wounds deep and painful. It was useless, however, as he used the same hand to collect your floating hair instead, forcing you to look at him while his gaze drilled into you with fury swirling in his eyes. 

"Listen, I might not remember how we got to that place, but I know all the shit they did to us!" 

You whimpered as he pulled your hair back, your neck struggling to keep up with his demands from your position. Lyr took a sharp breath, pausing the angry flashing of his fangs as he watched you cowering in front of him, ever so slightly calming down at the sight of fear flashing in your eyes. You hated him when he mocked you and also when he was delighted in your suffering. But you hated his anger more, his haggard body still crushing and his fangs and claws sharp despite whatever he went through. One bite into your throat, and you were a goner, especially with how exposed the soft flesh was to him now.

"I'll never go back there! Never! They cut us open, prod inside us with their disgusting hands, and inject strange fluids into me! They… They changed us. Changed me. And now I don't even know–"

His hand was trembling in your hair as he let out a shuddering breath. You caught his eyes for only a split second, watching the brilliant purple turn into mushy darkness. Lyr shook his head as if confused while his voice trailed off, his free hand rising as he hid his face from you for a moment. You weren't sure if you were supposed to say anything, and even if, what could you say to that? You had no idea what he's been through, and even though you had your fair share of struggles in your life, you never experienced something quite as dramatic as he described. Then again, why would you try to comfort him? Lyr was perfectly able to help you in your time of need but had refused cutting the net for you again and again. Why would you give him kindness if he refused to do the same for you?

Being free of his attention, your eyes fell lower on his body. Just shy of where your tail rested over his. With his tail flipped over, you had a clear view of his collapsed dorsal fin, a pitiful sight for any creature like you. It made you think that something was wrong with him in the first place, as this was an unusual sight on any of your kinds. If what he said was true, maybe this experience had done this to him, understandably so, as it sounded awful. You couldn't bring yourself not to pity him despite your negative feelings towards him. 

Next to you, Lyr took a deep breath, pushing his short hair out of his face before he searched for your gaze. Desperately. Needy. Somewhere to ground him. You weren't sure what you saw in the darkened violet, but his features looked drained of vitality, as if the moment of silence had exhausted him completely. It made him look… vulnerable. But then he smiled again, his eyes lit up, and the strange feelings swirling in his irises were covered by excitement as he found yours, soaking in the sight before him.

"I really do get it now," he admitted, grin parting his lips, revealing his protruding upper left fang, the sharpest of them all. "I was so confused about the strange looks Nerrocan gave the human, but I realize I've been the same with ya—whatever it means. I keep coming back here just to see you. I want to stay right here with you, forever. Just us two. I'll hunt for us and make this cave pretty. Whatcha think, lil' dolphin?" 

"N-No, I don't think that will work," you mumbled, averting your eyes again as his gaze became too intense to keep up the eye contact. He seemed to drill into you as if to excavate your soul and lay it bare for him to tease and enjoy. You didn't like it one bit when he looked at you so intensely. 

You could tell by now that he was working himself into another ramble, but you didn't like how much it focused around you. Usually, he was complaining about his situation in his pod and how much his mom hounded him with expectations. Lately, his rants focused more on the human and Nerrocan and the waves their arrival and disappearance caused in their family. But while he was always strange when it came to you, being the sole focus of his attention felt uncomfortable. 

"I'm not sure I understand, but my pod is probably searching for me, and I've been away for so long already. They probably miss me terribly! If- If only I could get the net off, I wouldn't have to bother you at all! I'd be gone before you know it, and you wouldn't have to look after me! I'd be fine! Maybe you can try cutting it again with your claws, or… or maybe--"

Lifting your torso from the ground, you grabbed the net at its highest point, tugging at it and trying to loosen it up. You realized it was you who was rambling this time, but the conversation had taken a turn that you didn't want to make reality at all cost. You couldn't imagine yourself being this guy's pretty little cave warmer for all eternity, preferring the roughness of your own kind over his madness. Orcas weren't known to be gentle housemakers, no matter how much Lyr tried to sell it to you. Not even when he handled you gently, yet never did what you wanted. 

However, you were surprised when he reached down to the net, yanking at it with you. A yelp escaped you as he pulled your tail over his, the net cutting into your flesh painfully as he twisted and pulled until you had to fold up your tail, getting more and more caught. Nets usually weren't as much of a problem to sirens, but this one was sturdier and heavier than any fishing net you had encountered in your long life. 

So when Lyr caught your hands in it, you began to panic. 

"Wait! I'm getting wrapped up in it! Please stop, this isn't helping!" Your plea was ignored as Lyr slung the grating material over your wrists a few more times, ignoring your thrashing and panic with the calm of someone who had all the time in the world. Who had nothing to fear, especially not you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to make him understand you wanted to get out of the net and not strung up in it more until he was done messing with you, flipping you over and pulling you close against him.

"That's not what I meant," you sobbed as he rested his head on top of yours, only cushioned by the arm he lent you as a headrest. 

"Isn't this so much better?" he asked, feigning innocence. But you couldn't believe his audacity to make you even more miserable. It was as if he wanted to make you as miserable as he was. "This way, you can't leave without my help. And I doubt your little pod will find you here."

"I just want to go home," you mumbled, anger slowly overtaking as the panic subsided. Your hands were bound tightly, your fin being the one hurting when you tried to lift them and vice versa. You felt truly trapped, and that made you angry rather than sad. It was strange, considering how, just a few minutes ago, you had almost pitied this male, but now, all you felt was rage.

"It's your home, now. Our home. We'll live here, unbothered by others. Just the two of us."

"It's not my home! Let me go!" you snapped, lips pulled back in a snarl. Dolphins were by far not the scariest predators, but your teeth were sharp and threatening as well! 

Or so you thought.

Lyr laughed at your display of a threat, seemingly amused that you were still fighting him. Without warning, he raised his hand to your face, squeezing both sides of your jaw until the pressure forced you to open it, and stuck his pointer and middle finger inside. He only needed these two to press your tongue down, your mouth wide agape with his claws scarily close to the back of your throat. You tried to close your jaw, bite down until he'd retract his hand, but Lyr didn't care. He didn't even mind your teeth digging into his flesh, leaving cute little cuts against his slick skin. 

"Careful, lil' dolphin. You're not in a position to make such scary demands of me, don't you know that already? I could kill ya." 

Unafraid of getting hurt, the pressure on your lower jaw increased, fingers purposely impaling themselves on your teeth while pain made you jolt as you felt your jaw dislodging slowly. You wiggled your trapped body, gurgling against his fingers before finally looking up at him as best as possible from your position, noticing the smug grin on his face. 

"I won't, of course."

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, dragging out the motion until the last moment, you coughed, the taste of his blood on your tongue. There was no time to recover as Lyr nuzzled his face into the side of yours, oblivious to the thrumming in your jaw as you tried to relax it while the blood flow resumed. 

"You're too much fun alive, so I won't kill you," he admitted, grabbing your hands that rested against your chest and pulling them down, elevating some of the strain on your tail, and you finally breathed out. "But if you want to get rid of the net, maybe we can find a way to make this even more fun?"

You felt his lips sink to your cheek, your jawline, then trailing down your neck. A kiss for every one of your gills. The water around you was gentle and warm, but at that moment, it was like jumping into the ice-cold ocean after sunbathing on the surface, shocking and shivering through every bone of yours. 

While the arm your head rested on wrapped around your collarbones, holding on to your shoulder, the other hand started to wander lower. His fingers played around with the net, cutting through some of the squares until he could stick his hand through it, placing his palm on your stomach before sinking it dangerously low and pulling your hands down with it. So you wouldn't be able to grasp his arm on top, trying to make him stop as Lyr nibbled on your earlobe, the protruding fang drawing blood that he licked up without hesitation.

"Stop that!" you complained as his touch grew uncomfortably intimate, the pain in your jaw reverberating as you spoke. It had long dawned on you what his definition of 'fun' was, but you weren't as naive as to believe he'd actually stick to his word and cut you loose after getting what he wanted. It was better not to risk it than risk it for nothing. Your kind wasn't known to be gentle to their chosen lovers, but you never thought about mating with an orca. It wasn't normal! Wasn't what you were made to do! And if you were to survive it… you didn't want to think of the carnage that all of him would leave behind on your body. 

If his size was any indication, you were sure you couldn't take him without getting absolutely ruined in the process—and not the pleasurable kind of destroyed. More the ripped apart and bleeding out type. 

His hand found your slit, fingertip brushing lightly yet incessantly over it, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. You whimpered, ashamedly so, but instead of the expected mockery, you felt his chest rumble, a purr reaching your ears. It was soothing, relaxing, his body warming you from behind even as you desperately tried to deny feeling anything from his touch. 

But Lyr wasn't stingy with his surprises.

A chirp so oddly familiar resounded behind you, yet you were sure you had never heard that voice before. It took you a moment of complete stillness to realize it had been Lyr making that sound, yet it wasn't orca. It was dolphin. "How did you…?" you gasped, ignoring his inquisitive fingers prodding at your entrance, begging to be let in without having to use force.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, lil' dolphin," he hummed, imitating some more whistles and clicks that were perfect and comforting, like the calls of your pod, yet were spoken by an uncanny voice. You felt the tears well up in our eyes again, as you couldn't help but gasp, following it with a moan, his finger slipping into you, teasing the soft, warm flesh awaiting him there. Lyr let out an appreciative sound that made your core clench with desire, all praise and all dolphin for letting him in. 

"You don't even like me," you gasped, hands wringing in the net. You were completely and utterly caught in this trap, and he had free range to your body while slowly gaining access to your very soul by imitating your own kind's calls of desire and adoration. Lyr's mouth pulled taut in a big grin as he felt you unwillingly relax and shudder in his arms, your tail buckling into his hand. You looked up to see the madness dance with satisfaction and need in his eyes before he leaned down to kiss you.

"That's where you're wrong, lil' dolphin," he chuckled, kissing you one more time, long and with relish, his fingers playing with you, adding one after the other as you loosened up to him, exploring the depths not meant for an orca.

"I like you very, very much."

[georgiapeach30513]

Out of the Sea, Part 1

Summary: He needed your help, and you couldn't let him drown. Now that he's back he doesn't need your help, just you. Your body. Your everything. Both of you spent the years desiring and obsessing over the other. Now that you've reconnected you want to teach him the ways of the ocean, and he wants to teach you the ways of him. Will this be a matchmade in heaven or in sin?

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, brief depictions of drowning, naïve reader, dirty thoughts, naked reader, mentions of claiming, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.6K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Boy!” The young boy flinches back away from the edge of the boat, staring back at a sun worn old man. Boat life had aged him far older than the years would suggest. “Don’t step close to the edge. Don’t you know what’s down there?”

Taking a step closer to the edge again, he peers down into the blackened water. He couldn’t fathom what could be in the depths of the ocean, much less this odd little place the man called Emerald Cove. “Aye! I said don’t step close to the edge. Do you swim?”

“No, sir.”

“Stupid boy. Your father is a right old git for sending you out here. If you fell in that water, you’d be gone. There is no saving you. Many a man has sunk straight down to the bottom, but it wasn’t because they couldn’t swim. You know what it was?” The young lad shakes his head no, and an odd feeling to peer back into the water comes over him. “I see it on your face, you hear it don’t you?”

“Hear what?” He asks sheepishly. His skin crawls, and he takes one timid step to the edge. Hearing isn’t exactly how he would describe it. It is more of a longing. Something is calling him towards the water.

“You’ve got that look to you. That itch. Usually they don’t claim one so young. There’s mermaids in these parts. They’re not beautiful creatures. They’re demons. Luring men to their watery grave. All those men that have drowned in that very water. It’s because they were chasing tail they weren’t meant to have. They like it here because the water is too deep. It hides them,” he isn’t sure what chasing tell is, but he knows that something is needing him to look in the water.

The old man was crazy and had seen far too many movies. That much the boy knew. There is no such thing as mermaids. It is just a ploy to get him to step away from the edge. He knows he should, but still something is edging him closer. It isn’t a sound. It isn’t an itch. It’s a need to see. “Go on, and look. I’ll be right here to keep you from falling overboard,” the man cackles and it sounds like he swallowed more than alcohol, but the entire bottle. Letting each shard of glass create scars that make his voice so scratchy and raw.

“Go on,” he urges yet again, and the boy takes a careful step closer. Every inch he gets closer, it feels better. Like part of him is being complete as he peers over the edge of the boat. He’d got on this rickety ship and pretended it was a pirate ship and he was held captive. But now all he wants is the water. The ship led him to where he needs to be, and it’s job is done. The water is all that matters now, well, more what is in the water.

Now his imagination takes him to a place of being made to walk the plank. Gazing into the water in the distance and realizing where it got its name from. Such brilliant shades of blue and turquoise mixing and making it appear like emeralds, but the where the boat resides is a blue so dark it gave the impression of being black. Letting his eyes focus on the darkness just below him, and he stares. Stares too hard that his eyes play tricks on him.

Staring too long, and at nothing. The old man was crazy. There is nothing but fish down there, maybe some sharks or dolphins. But mermaids didn’t exist. It was an old seaman’s tale to keep their men from jumping off the ship in a fit of delirium. Living at sea could make the best fisherman crazy.

Others were too scared to venture out here, and the captain knows this is the best place to fish because it hadn’t been pillaged by other fishermen already. He sees a glint of something not quite right. The light must have reflected off a fish’s scale oddly, but he leans over the boat. Gazing even harder. The fish had to be massive, and a color he hadn’t seen. Reflecting different shades of green and purple.

“Aye!” A rough hand lands on his shoulder, and he’s pulled back roughly. “Do you realize what you were about to do, boy?”

“Grandpa, I was just looking in the water,” the boy argues. He was almost there. Almost to his destiny. He knows the water holds secrets, just not what.

“No, Ari. You were just leaning so far over the boat that you were about to fall in. Go help your uncle, and stay away from the edge. No matter what, don’t go near the edge, you understand?” Ari looks up at his grandpa with a mix of confusion and a frown on his face. He didn’t want to help his uncle. He wants to stay right here and try to get a glimpse of the fish.

“And for fucks sake, tell your mom I said you need to learn to swim before you come back on my fucking boat!”

A young Ari takes a look around the deck, thankfully seeing no one around. It has bothered him all day. This itch never stopped, and it was sinking down into his skin, caressing over his bones, and he had to look. There is no other explanation, he needs to know what lies beyond the darkness. He saw something.

Maybe it was an exact reflection of the sun in the right place, but he doesn’t care. He has to look. Taking a deep breath, he glances around again before his bright blue eyes find the still water. It’s blue black color is eerily still. Leaning over the boat as much as possible. A part of him feels goofy that if it was a fish it would have swam away already. Hours later it still wouldn’t be there.

But the need to see and know is too strong to ignore. He walked around feeling like something was missing. A part of his soul is hiding below the deep dark surface, and he needs it. Needs to grasp it in his hand because it belongs to him. Looking into the darkness more than the sun. A darkness that should swallow him whole.

Cold.

Too cold for swimming. And he couldn’t swim.

Suffocating.

Ari sits up in his bed in a cold sweat. Chest heaving with every labored breath he takes as his meaty hands run through his hair. Gulping air instead of the icy cold water he had inhaled all those years ago, but that dream always woke him up. And he could never remember anything past the suffocation and chill of the water.

Some would say it was an obsession, and it was. How else do you explain a small boy that couldn’t swim washed up on the shore of Emerald Cover, and no recollection of how he got there? The only evidence that someone had brought him to shore was an odd pearl necklace that he kept hidden that day. Now he never removes it.

He reaches his arms above his head as he gives a big stretch. Yawning while scooting himself to the edge of the bed. Wearing only that pearl necklace that lays in between the valley pecs. His constant reminder that he forgot something. Someone. Or it was all in his head. But someone had to have saved him.

“Ahh!” His cousin, Frank, screams before slamming the door. “I just saw your dick.”

“You jealous that your dick pales in comparison to mine?”

“Are you jealous that I woke up with a girl gagging on mine?” Ari rolls his as he reaches for a pair of pants. There was nobody in the bed with Frank, unless she snuck in before they set sail. Hiding until now. “You know, if you want to enjoy sea life you gotta get started early. Can you swim now, baby boy?”

“You know I’m bigger than you now, little bit?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t,” Ari slings the door open. Towering over Frank who smirks up at his younger, but larger cousin, “Well you did almost drown. You even got a little trinket to show for it,” he gives the necklace a little tap before his face falls immediately. “You know I’m just kidding.”

“You know that this isn’t a joke to me. Our grandpa is carrying on about mermaids, and I fall into the water, can’t swim, and manage to be washed up on the cove shore, can you make that make sense? Especially since I had this.”

“You really need to get out and smell the salt water. They don’t exist. Grandpa was an alcoholic loon.”

“He was babbling on about a fucking call, and hearing them. How many sailors have drowned in the cove?” Frank shrugs his shoulders, turning around to head up the stairs. “Frankie, I’m not crazy.”

“Then what or who did you see?”

“I don’t remember,” it’s the same answer he always has. Never can remember the moment from being in the water to being on the shoreline. “But she was real.”

“She?” His cousin looks over his shoulder at him. “You went from you don’t know to a she? Your mom is right, you’re a hopeless romantic, but you spent your entire life chasing after a woman you aren’t even sure is there. What color was her fin? How does one fuck a mermaid? And maybe if you got laid you wouldn’t be dreaming of a ghost,” Ari has fucked many times. Sex isn’t his issue. It’s the fact that those women were never his savior.

“When are we getting to the cove?” Ari asks, irritated that no one ever took him seriously. He only had a vague memory of that day. Cold darkness, and then warm scratchy sand, and…there was a woman, no, a girl. He’s sure of it.

“We’ll be there before lunch. Please, don’t lean into the water this time. You’re too big, and you will definitely sink to the bottom unless your titties can be used as a flotation device. Or maybe a pink mermaid will save you.”

“She wasn’t pink,” he blurts out without thinking. Gasping before he closes his eyes, and he gets a clear flash of a girl around his age grabbing hold of his arm, while pleading to someone that she couldn’t let him die.

“Daddy, please!”

“Stupid human, they deserve to die if they can’t leave us alone.”

“But he’s just a boy. What if I wasn’t released from the net?” Her violet eyes shine up at her father before he grabs Ari’s arm.

“Hey,” Frank snaps his fingers in his cousin’s face. “What happened?”

“She wasn’t pink, and I’m not crazy. I need to get to the cove immediately.”

You sit on the beach, staring out at the rising sun. A practice you have done every day for too many years. Sitting and waiting. Wasting your life away, so your father said. Most of your kind had migrated away, but you stayed. Dried yourself out every morning so you could sit and wait. Talking to rocks and the coconuts. Becoming worse than a hermit crab.

“Ugh,” you sigh, collapsing back onto the sand as you squint into the sky. You hoped that he would return, and now you feel you’re just wasting away on an island all alone. You don’t know how much longer you can possibly wait.

You wonder if he even grew up, or even if he likes the water. Does he think about you like you think about him every single day? Waiting in this stupid ass uncomfortable sand when you should have your fin, and enjoying the fucking water. Standing up, you stare at the horizon as you start to take slow calculated steps towards the water.

Today is the day. If he didn’t return, you couldn’t live in solitude like this anymore. You’d migrate to where your kind is. The moment the sun set you would be gone, and you’d wonder forever if that boy would ever return. Living in solitude isn’t the way you wanted to spend your life.

You’d become crazy thinking that this is all you were going to have. You wanted a life, and love, and seeing how he wasn’t coming back, you’d settle for just friendship, and maybe passion.

Looking out into the distance, you tilt your head as a mirage comes into view. You had finally cracked, and had begun to see things. Standing there for far too long before you yelp, and run off into the tree line, keeping your eyes trained on the ship, and the man.

He is beautiful. They didn’t make men like him, even in the ocean. Tall, thick, muscles so hard that his shirt seized, looking like it would pop off at any moment. Hair that you desire nothing more than to run your fingers through it. And your belly heats up, and these stupid things called legs start to clench together in an unfamiliar way.

He is too far away to know if that was your boy. But if that boy grew up to be this man…you didn’t know what you were going to do.

—

Ari sees a figure standing on the beach, and starts moving around quicker, “Frank, hurry your skinny little ass up!”

His cousin scowls, looking around his shoulders at his ass, “It’s not skinny. I have a nice ass, thank you very much.”

“Just hurry up, I see her,” Frank doesn’t want to give into his cousin’s incessant obsession with the girl he believes saved him twenty years ago. “Frank!” Ari screams again as her body runs into the tree line. “Fuck,” he grunts before diving into the water.

“I hope you can swim now,” Frank sighs before doing the job himself. “Chasing women from the water. Fucking nerd. I shouldn’t have even brought him with me.”

You look in horror as he jumps into water, and start to bolt out of the trees. If that was your boy then he couldn’t swim, and you wouldn’t allow him to die this time either. Stopping when you see him swimming perfectly before retreating back into hiding. Humans can learn to swim, and maybe your boy did. Maybe this isn’t your boy at all but this one in the water is making you feel even more.

Biting on your lip as he emerges from the ocean, he throws off his shirt, and you sigh. It looked perfectly fine clinging to his damp skin, but looks even better laying on the sand. His golden skin glistens with the salty water, and he shades his eyes, looking in your direction. And you zero in on his chest, it is your boy. Your necklace hands low on that glorious chest.

“I won’t hurt you,” he calls out into the trees, exactly where you are, and you shudder. His voice is deep. He’s no longer a boy. He might not hurt you, but the banging of your heart through your chest will. “My name is Ari,” that is a lovely name. You never got it before. You whisper it to see how it tastes on your tongue. It’s perfection.

“I was a young boy, and nearly drowned here, and…I’ve been trying to get back ever since,” it really is him. You aren’t crazy, and he did come back. Still carried your token that claimed him as yours. He thought about you just as much as you thought about him. “Please, you don’t have to be scared.”

Inhale. Slowly exhale.

Ari gazes at you as you slowly emerge. His cheeks become more rosy as you step out of the shadows. His eyes betray him, and he doesn’t want to look at your body, but it is on full display. Your tits pert and peeking through your hair, while your legs frame your core, and he feels the urge to drool. Struggling to not look to hard, but fearing to look away.

“Holy shit,” Ari remembers that he isn’t exactly alone when his cousin speaks, and you scurry off into the woods. Cursing under his breath when he turns to glare at Frank. “That was no mermaid. Why is there a naked woman on the beach?”

Ari doesn’t respond, only grabs his shirt from the ground, and starts to jog towards where you went. Moving aside branches, and getting smacked in the face by a few until he sees you cowering on the ground, but your eyes shine brightly up at him.

Squatting down, he holds out a hand to you. “I don’t want to hurt you? Can you speak?” In lieu of answering, you nod your head. “So you understand me?”

“Yes,” you choke out, covering your mouth quickly with your hand. You hadn’t heard the real sound of your voice in years.

“Do you know who I am?” You nod enthusiastically, and with a smile. “You grew up.”

“You, too,” your giggles make him smile. Genuinely smile. And then you get onto your knees, and your tits sway with every move you make. He strains, begging his body to remain calm as he watches you crawl on all fours. Getting right in front of him before standing to your feet, and your hand presses against his chest, over your necklace before your eyes roll up to meet his own, and his body trembles.

“Are you okay?” You ask, scared that he overexerted himself in the water. Grabbing his hand to place on your chest. “See, breathe like me.”

“I’m sorry,” his eyes fall to where his hand rests, but instead he is looking at the way your tits rise and fall with every breath. “It’s a shock to see a woman naked on the beach.”

“Naked?” You run that word over your tongue a moment before tilting your head to smile at him. “Are you naked?”

“Would you like me to be?” Damn, he knows he shouldn’t have said that considering you seem confused about the concept. “Your…well, tits are right there.”

“Tits?” You understand some things, and others not at all. “Show me my tits.”

“Fuck,” he groans, looking back at your chest. “You have no clothes.”

“Because I have none. Do I need them?” not to do the things he wants to do to you, you don’t. He can’t say that to you. There’s an odd innocence about you that makes him want to protect you. Frank wouldn’t be an issue, but he doesn’t want you corrupted by the world. The only corruption would come from him. “Ari?”

“Where did you come from?” His hand moves to your wrists as his fingers rub over the odd violet patches on your skin. Giggling again makes your tits wiggle too close to his face, and when he gives you a specific look, a hunger that food couldn’t fulfill rumbles in the pit of your being, and you feel so — empty. “Are you okay?”

“I feel tingly,” you whisper, and those blue eyes cast down your body, and your body clenches. “I don’t understand.”

“Does it hurt?” You shake your head no, because it doesn’t hurt, you just feel without. “Where…?” Grabbing his hand you pull it between your thighs, and your body hitches. A deep moan releases from his throat, and you mewl. Waiting on his sight to meet your own. “Do you have a name?”

“Adria,” good. He can’t be so close and personal to you if you didn’t have a name. He’s weak staring at you. Your body is on fire, and he feels you throbbing on his hand, but it all feels so wrong, but only because you didn’t understand. And still didn’t care that he is feeling you in such a private and vulnerable place. “Ari?”

“We should get you dressed,” he removes his hand from your body, and holds up his shirt he discarded earlier. “Here,” it’s a struggle to speak when he thinks of covering you up, but he slips his shirt over your head. The wet fabric clings to your body, and leaves little to the imagination. “Do you live here?”

“I do now. My family migrated away years ago. I’ve waited for you. You’ve waited on me, too,” you don’t form it as a question, just press your hand up against his rippling chest. “It was worth it.”

“Is this where you want to stay?”

“Are you staying?” You innocently ask. He smiles, shaking his head no. “Then no. I’ve waited many years for you, Ari,” it may take time, but soon you will claim him with more than just a piece of jewelry. He would be yours, you could feel it throughout your body, into your bones, and into the legs that still didn’t feel right. He needs to be yours in every sense of the word. You want to encapsulate his life. He belongs to you.

”How do I make you mine, Ari?”

“I’m sure we can come — up with some ideas. I guess you need to meet my adopted cousin, Frank. Come on,” he doesn’t know how Frank is going to react. “Can you swim?”

“I shouldn’t go into the ocean. You see…”

“I know. I think I’ve always known what you are.”

“I suppose it’s time for you to claim me,” Ari clears his throat, looking up at the sky. “In whatever way you deem best,” Ari stares after you as you walk away. What was once an innocent boy’s life being saved is now a horny man given an open door to claim you. Dangerous games. Even more dangerous is the fact that he and Frank have been left to their own devices for a few weeks just to get here.

This is either going to be the time of your life. Or the time of theirs.

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spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow;pirates of the carribean

word count: 2716

request?: yes!

@lazuli-leenabride​

“Yay! Could you do Jack Sparrow with a water Nymph?

Maybe where his crew found them and thought they were a mermaid at first?

Please and thank you!! 🦋🦋💘”

description: in which they save a creature of the sea, and their captain takes interest in her

pairing: captain jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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Captain Jack Sparrow was not the type to ignore cries for help. Especially not when the cries sounded like they were coming from a woman in distress.

It was an otherwise calm day as sea when shrieks of fear broke through the otherwise silent sea. Jack quickly rushed to the bow with his telescope in hand. In the distance, he could see another ship sailing away from them while a figure that looked like a woman was thrashing in the water, what looked like a net wrapped around her making it hard for her to stay afloat.

“Prepare a rescue, men!” Jack announced. “We have a potential distressed captive dead ahead!”

His men quickly rushed to the side of the ship as they approached the still thrashing figure. One of them threw a rope into the water as they got closer and it landed just next to the distressed woman. She didn’t hesitate to reach out one of her arms - which the ship came to realize was partly bound to her - the best she could and hold on tightly as they began to raise her onto the ship.

Her entire body was bound and a net was thrown over her, now clinging to her as they pulled her in and laid her out on the deck. She was shivering and she had a fearful look in her eyes as she took in the crew of pirates standing around her.

Jack pushed to the front of the crowd to take a look at the woman. Through her bindings, he realized she was naked. He turned to Gibbs and commanded, “Get her something to cover up while we cut her free.”

“Jack,” Gibbs said, “she’s...she’s not human.”

When Jack looked back at the woman, he saw that Gibbs was right. Although the top half of her body was human, the bottom half seemed to be slowly turning from a tail to human legs. This woman was a creature of the sea - potentially a mermaid, which was one of the most dangerous thing a sailor could come across in the entire world.

But she was also scared. She was also tied up and thrown overboard. For what, Jack had no idea. It didn’t seem overly smart to try and drown her since she could breathe under water, but maybe having her tied up so that she couldn’t swim and instead would sink to the bottom and risk being attacked by other sea creatures.

Whether or not she was a mermaid was currently irrelevant. Right now what matter was helping her.

“Get her something to cove up,” Jack repeated. “Find her somewhere to stay that is away from the others.”

Gibbs seemed reluctant, but he did as Jack said. None of his other crewmates would dare to approach the woman, so Jack was the one who had to step up and set her free. When he took a step forward, she whimpered and tried to move away from him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jack assured her. “I’m going to get these bindings off of you. My first mate is getting clothes for you and finding a place for you to stay. But first, I have to cut this stuff off of you, okay?”

She looked at him with wide eyes, like she didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but eventually nodded anyways. Whatever he could do to her couldn’t be any worse than what the other ship had done.

Jack produced a knife from his belt and worked at the net first. She was so tangled in it that there was no way he could just pull her free without harming her. He cut away at the net until it fell around her. Next, he started cutting at the ropes that bound her arms to her body, and that bound her now formed human legs together. The rope left behind terrible rope burn that felt like a fire was set around the areas of her body that it had been tied. She wished to leap back into the water to try and cool the burn, but she was still so exhausted and in so much pain that she knew she needed rest for the night.

Jack positioned himself so that his men couldn’t take in the sight of the naked woman in front of them. He found it a struggle not to glance down at her body, so close to his, but he did his best as he waited for Gibbs to return.

“Who took you before?” he asked her in a hushed voice. “Who threw you into the sea like this?”

She just looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see she was still afraid. There was no use in pushing her for details now, especially when they were so fresh in her mind. Eventually she would speak, or maybe she wouldn’t and she would just wish to be released back into the water once she was rested. Either way, Jack wasn’t going to push the topic if she wasn’t willing to speak.

Gibbs finally returned with a blanket to wrap around her. He told Jack he had a private area prepared for the woman to stay in along with clothes for her to change into when she was alone. He still looked skeptical of Jack’s decision, but he kept that to himself.

Jack wrapped the woman in the blanket and helped her to her feet. She was hesitant to follow him at first, but eventually gave in and allowed the pirate captain to show her to her room.

“May I ask your name?” he asked her once they had arrived.

In a soft voice she responded, “(Y/N).”

He nodded. “Welcome aboard then, (Y/N).”

~~~~~~

The crew were abuzz the entire night about their passenger. None of them would bring the issue up with Jack directly, not wanting to go against the orders of their captain.

Gibbs, however, had no problem bringing the crew’s issue to Jack.

“They don’t trust that woman,” he was saying to Jack. “They’re afraid she has put some sort of spell on you with her mermaid powers. They think she’s going to make you do something stupid like give her the ship.”

“Gibbs, have I ever done something stupid for the sake of a woman?”

Gibbs gave Jack a look and opened his mouth to respond, but Jack held up a hand to cut him off. “Don’t answer that. I understand everyone’s concern, but I truly do not believe that woman is a mermaid. Mermaids usually use their powers to entrance any many around them. If she was truly a mermaid, then she would have all of us under her spell, not just me.”

“Then how do you explain the tail?”

Jack shrugged. “A bad cause of scabbies, maybe.”

“Jack,” Gibbs sighed. “I can’t talk you out of something once your mind is set to it, and I know that, but I want you to truly think about this. That other ship may have tossed her over because she tried to entice them as well and they realized before it was too late. What if she tries to do the same to us?”

“Then you can rub it in my face that you were right. But until then, I want you to respect my decision and do as I say. And that goes for the entire crew. You got that?”

Gibbs nodded. Jack waved a hand to dismiss him and turned to the closed door to the room that held their visitor. He approached the door, intending to go in to check on the woman, but stopped short and instead, deciding to knock.

There was a moment of silence before a timid voice asked, “Who is there?”

“It’s the captain, Jack,” he said. “May I come in?”

Another moment of silence, broken by the sound of the lock on the door being pulled back. When the door didn’t open, Jack let himself in.

She was sat on the bed, now clothed. She had herself curled up as far away from Jack as she could get. He could see she was still trembling, but he knew this was from fear now as opposed to from the cold.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he said. “See how you were feeling.”

“I appreciate the private room, and the clothes that you have provided for me,” she responded. She wouldn’t look at him, opting instead to study the wall in front of her. “Once I regain my strength, I will be going.”

“If that’s what you wish, we shall leave you on whatever island you desire to go.”

She shook her head. “I can swim.”

“I should rather think you wouldn’t want to go back into the water after an attempted drowning.”

“You know I am not human,” she said. “I saw the way your crew looked at me. I saw my own tail when you pulled me on board. You must know that I will be more than fine to be released back into the water.”

Jack nodded. “Whatever you wish, (Y/N).”

When it became evident that she was not going to speak anymore, Jack turned to the door to leave. He had his hand on the doorknob when suddenly she shot up from the bed, reaching out to stop him from leaving. Her hand met his and he felt the ice cold feeling of her skin. She jumped away just as quickly as she touched him, almost as if a switch were flipped inside her.

“I want your word that you will let me go,” she said. Her voice was still low, but there was more force behind it now.

Jack raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would you trust the word of a pirate?”

“I don’t. I don’t trust the word of any man, actually. But I want to hear you say you will let me go so I can determine whether or not you are lying.”

Jack turned to fully face her. She almost shrunk away from him, but found her courage and stood up tall. Jack could still see the fear in her eyes when she looked at him, but he could also see that it was starting to melt away. She was becoming more confident, more courageous. Maybe not comfortable, but he doubted any woman, sea creature or not, would feel comfortable in the presence of a pirate captain.

“I, Captain Jack Sparrow, give you my word that when you wish to leave this ship, we will let you leave without a fight,” he told her.

“You will not harm me?” she asked.

“We will not harm you,” he confirmed.

She studied his face for a moment before turning away. “You seem honest.”

“What did the men on that other ship do to you?”

She tensed. “They wished to kill me. They tied me up so that I wouldn’t be able to free myself from the net or to swim away, and they threw me in with an anchored net so that I would sink to the bottom of the ocean.”

“Lucky for you they didn’t know you weren’t human.”

No response. (Y/N) climbed back onto her bed. She wouldn’t meet his eye again, but this time she looked down at her lap.

“They knew,” she whispered.

Jack sat at the foot of her bed. He made sure to keep a distance between them as to not startle her further. It seemed he was starting to earn her trust if she was willing to tell him even the slightest details of what the men on the other ship had tried to do to her.

“What are you?” he asked. “My men think you are a mermaid, but I think otherwise.”

An amused look crossed her face. “Why do you think that?”

“I have encountered mermaids before. If one was on our ship, she would not let the men fear her. You would have enchanted everyone on this ship to worship you the moment we saved you.”

(Y/N) made a face of disgust. “Those retched creatures have ruined us. They have left a horrid reputation for us Naiads who just wish to protect the water and all its creatures, and do not wish to engage with humans.”

“Naiads?”

“A water nymph,” (Y/N) explained. “That’s what I am. I do not wish to cause harm to humans, just to care for the creatures who live in water. We don’t even live in the ocean the way that mermaids do. We prefer bodies of fresh water, like rivers and streams. That’s how those men found me. I was in my home pond in the woods when those men came trampling through. They saw me there, just watching them peacefully, and they grabbed me. They though that I was a mermaid, and apparently one of their men had been killed by a mermaid. They wanted revenge.”

Something about the hurt and afraid expression on her face angered Jack. He hoped they would come across the terrible men who had hurt (Y/N) so he could take care of them himself.

“Did they harm you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “They wanted me to suffer. They locked me in a tiny cage with no food for days, they’d give me water occasionally but only by pouring it on me so that my tail would come out and they could jab at it. And then they tied me up and tossed me into the ocean hoping I would sink or be eaten. I’m lucky you and your crew were sailing the same waters, otherwise I may not be here now.”

“I’m glad we saved you.”

When (Y/N) looked up to meet his eye, Jack could’ve been convinced that she truly was a mermaid, because just looking into her eyes took his breath away. He was willing to go to the ends of the Earth to protect her if that’s what she wanted.

But then he realized it wasn’t that she was using some sort of power on him to make him feel this way. It was that he was finally seeing the real (Y/N). The one who wasn’t afraid of him, but the one who trusted him enough to confide her true identity to him. The one who felt enough trust that she was letting her walls down, and now that they were down he could finally see her true beauty.

“Do you still wish to leave so soon?” he found himself asking.

(Y/N) was studying his face again before shaking her head. “No. I feel safer here than I do in the water right now. Not while those bastards are still out there.”

“Whenever you are ready to go back to the water, we will take you somewhere secluded enough that you won’t have to worry about them. And we’ll be sure to protect the area, and you, whenever we are around.”

“But how will you remember where you have left me if it is as secluded as you promise?”

“Oh, I’ll remember.”

(Y/N) seemed to understand what he was inferring. She smiled at him; a small, beautiful smile that almost took Jack’s breath away. He couldn’t help but smile back at her.

Their moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of (Y/N)’s stomach growling. They looked at each other for a moment before beginning to laugh.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asked. “We don’t exactly have fine dining on board, but we have enough food to feed a new passenger for a while.”

“I’ll take anything. I’m starving,” she responded.

Jack stood again and started for the door. “Alright, I’ll be back with something in just a moment.”

“Bring something for yourself, too,” she told him. “Perhaps we can eat together.”

Jack nodded, a smile tugging at his lips again. When he left, he didn’t close the door behind him so that (Y/N) knew that he truly was not trying to lock her away the way her captors had. He was merely giving her the option of privacy if she so desired.

And when he returned, the door was open, a welcoming gesture of her inviting him back into her room.