#his hair lick makes a fish tail

[serlich]

yn what im gonna say it

im obsessed with this man and i think we should talk abt this more

[cold-kitty]

Due to very, very high demand for part two of my Yan!Mermaid (looks at my notifications and cries), here it is.

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Contains: NSFW, dub-con, same warnings as the last one other than that

Yan!Mermaid who starts clinging to your leg as you sigh, so happy that you're giving him another chance.

Yan!Mermaid who watches your hand signals and listens to your foreign words, not understanding a thing but tries to listen for your sake.

Yan!Mermaid who forces himself not to straddle you when he sits next to you, his tail swaying slowly behind him.

Yan!Mermaid who watches you fish all day, just enjoying your presence.

Yan!Mermaid who pouts and whines and clings to you when you try to leave. no no no no no! don't leave! i don't wanna be alone! stay with me, i promise to keep you warm!

Yan!Mermaid who tries to climb into the trunk of your car, and somehow manages.

Yan!Mermaid who happily slides out of your truck when you arrive home, smiling wide.

Yan!Mermaid who's surprised when you don't seem happy too. you look mad, but you suck it up and groan.

Yan!Mermaid who doesn't like how you put him in a tank with the fish you caught, he wants to sleep in your bed!

Yan!Mermaid who climbs out of the tank when you're asleep and crawls across the floor to your room, curling up in bed with you.

Yan!Mermaid who lets his mind wander to when he was grinding against you, how good it felt. y-your skin is so w-warm and soft... a-ah...

Yan!Mermaid who is immediately worked up again, pressing himself against you tight.

Yan!Mermaid who lets his hands greedily trail over you, gently squeezing your thighs and watching the flesh bounce back into place.

Yan!Mermaid who hesitantly pulls down your pants. he promises himself that he's just looking, but he can't resist the temptation. s-so pretty...

Yan!Mermaid who starts by squishing the flesh of your ass, watching it jiggle. he continues to do that for a while, almost mesmerized. he loves watching you squirm in your sleep too.

Yan!Mermaid who sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and getting them wet.

Yan!Mermaid who starts by pushing one finger into you, slowly so he doesn't hurt you. he watches how your unconscious body squirms and reacts to the intrusion.

Yan!Mermaid who slowly pushes another finger into you, but that wakes you up. you look behind you almost immediately, a horrified look on your face.

Yan!Mermaid who expects you to hurt him, staring at you with wide and fearful eyes. he starts moving his fingers nonetheless, hoping that it might calm you down, twisting and curling them with slight hesitation. oh please don't hate me! you're just so irresistible!

Yan!Mermaid who watches as your body starts to quiver softly, your head falling back into the pillow. you were giving up to the pleasure, even if reluctantly.

Yan!Mermaid who feels encouraged, his fingers thrusting fasted, twisting and curling them to his hearts content. he makes sure to get real close to you so he can hear all of your soft whimpers and moans. a-ah... keep making those sounds... so cute...

Yan!Mermaid who keeps this up until you cum, and oh my God is he so happy. he watches as you convulse softly, pulling his fingers out and licking them. he doesn't mind if it's nasty if it's you.

Yan!Mermaid who lowers himself down and starts licking up the cum that fell onto the bed.

Yan!Mermaid who pats your back reassuringly as he positions himself behind you, helping you out though the whole thing. stroking your hair, praising you in his language, kissing every inch of your body, going as slow as he can.

Yan!Mermaid who cuddles you the whole night after that, kissing you softly. he's so happy, so fucking happy. he finally got to mate with you like a real lover, even if it was only one short round.

(BONUS NSFW: Yan!Mermaid definitely does analingus, %100. Yan!Mermaid puts your needs and wants before his, if he wants to go fast and you want to go slow he goes slow. he hates seeing you in crying, so he refuses to overstimulate you, nothing rough or degrading, and he doesn't dare leave marks on you. Yan!Mermaid AFTERCARE, SO MUCH OF IT.)

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Does anyone know how mermaid dick works? Like honestly, how. Is it in the tail? Just hanging out there? HOW!?

~🐈‍⬛

[nemesyaaa]

from the sea // pirate!rafe cameron x mermaid!reader

summary ; he was the too scary captain of the ship, and you were the too gorgeous mermaid of the sea. you were on his way, he was on your territory.

but mostly, you were not allowed to go on the surface alone since your mother's death because of dangerous and killer men like him. so when you unfollowed the rules of your father, you faced the consequences.

genre ; fantasy blurb. siren x captain dynamic.

warnings ; fantasy story ? possession. rafe has whip scars/and one eye. fear enthousiast. slight of violence. reader is a mermaid with tail. light gun play mentions and using. smut. gaslighting. dubcon. no shells on breasts reader. webbed fingers. lust as a sin.

author's note ; it's a 3k words. no songs inspiration for this one. i just wanted to make a fantasy au.

you were that kind of beauty that aspired to make all men go crazy over you, and it was for this reason that you had taken so many pirates adrift, to their bodies to their ships. you were beautiful and indeed the bewitching and seductive creature that legends and tales spoke of, but you were also the dangerous monster that the captains with monstrous scars on their faces and marks on skin who had survived your man-eating canines were whispering about in the back of a tavern to overly curious and drunk sailors.

you were the wife of all the gods but above all, those who defended their oceans. but only since your mother's death, your father firmly forbade you from going to the surface, either alone or accompanied. you were forbidden by the all-powerful sovereign of the seas. and his law was indisputable because he was the king and the monarchy. one day as his daughter, you will also be the head of the kingdom, and hold the power as him, even if you're not interested in it.

but like all girls your age, you had trouble listening to your father. no, you had this innocent and blind thirst to chase men. and, you had never had an incident before, so what could stop you ? you only had to slip into the clear waves, and let your magical and fairy body disappear through the eddies of the water which made your flowing silhouette as fast and shiny as a shooting star. the feeling of diving into the soft waves that play hide and seek with your sparkling and enchanted tail while the water gently embraced your mermaid skin was always the best.

you were the only dazzling thing of the perfect blue. the sweet and salty waves kissing your nakedness and long mermaid tail illuminated with colorful reflections ran alongside the rest of your bared chest in the flapping of a fin. you looked nothing like a fish that fishermen wanted to eat, but you looked like an underwater creature that captains wanted to capture.

one stormy evening, you decided it was time to go to the surface. you needed to break the rules to survive. with all the youth and rebellion of your free will, you had left the abyssal depths to face the dangerous world.

the sea was raging, and the waves were decidedly uncontrollable and violent. the shadow of a boat disturbed by the marshy assault of the storm on the waves wavered from one end to the other. that meant you were going to be able to have fun. you could also hear from here the agitation of the crew, the fear and the tension building. you easily spotted the captain because he was much taller and broader, the one who didn't frown a single eyebrow, and who remained calm as if it was the storm that should be feared. his voice shouted orders that you couldn't hear because of the raging sounds of the hard weather. he had a parrot on his right shoulder, and bangs stuck to the sweat of his forehead lightly sweeping his face. he looked delicious, you licked your bottom lip, flicking your mermaid tail to move.

you barely lifted your head out of the water in a crashing entry, emerging from the water by sending your hair flying back, a splash of water falling noisily into the waves and attracting the attention of the sailors above of the boat.

“ captain, captain, look !! there’s a siren ! ” said a sailor who pointed a finger toward you.

“ she's gorgeous ! ” replied another.

“ those tits…”

“ stop being horny, that creature can kill you. i don't pay all of you to do all the work so everybody on the ship move his fucking ass before i throw you all on that storm. am i clear ? and if i don't hear a yes right now, i will let that siren eat every single piece of yours. . ” warned the captain with a deep and somber tone.

“ captain yes, yes captain. ” echoed all the sailor voices.

“ man, you can't say that when you have a fucking boner while looking at her. ” commented a sailor.

“ shut your mouth, barry. it's not her at all. ”

“ do you think i'm dumb to think it's one of the men on the ship ? come on, you can lie with that mouth but that hard dick in your pants betrays you. don’t worry, nobody is immune to tits, especially when they're wet as a fucking pussy.”

“ mind your business. ”

“ as you want, captain. ”

a smile appeared on your soppy lips, as you disappeared again into the tormented waves. you had surrounded the ship, swimming only around the boat. you loved it when everyone was fascinated by you, catching with their eyes all your flawless moves as a show.

water being your domain and your home, you took the initiative to do some twirls by immersing your entire body in the water to bring out only your tail as you leaped to the surface with some back flips and observing your audience. you stood on an icy rock, resting your webbed and manicured fingers against the stone.

“ someone is gonna fucking do his work here ? ” shouted the captain. he was actually running out of patience because of his crew being so attracted by the siren. “are you all dumb on purpose ? this is exactly what she wants, to get all of your attention, and kill you. ”

“ captain accept there is nothing you can do. that woman is too stunning. ” cutted one man, literally drooling over his huge beard, giving up his activity for you.

“ do you think she cares about you ? you're just a prey for her. but right, this is not my problem. you can leave my ship and die. ”

once comfortable on the rock, , you begin to open your mouth to sing a sweet song that would bring them as well as this storm to their doom. your voice was just a trap to lure men.

you had no shells on your breasts as the tales loved to tell. actually, you were completely naked from the top, water running down your chest to your mermaid glowing tail. your skin was still cold and damp, like your eyes. but it shone through the moon, and the white pearls on your body lit up every inch of your flesh like stars. you were of a beauty that had thrown more than one sailor into the water. you were in the image of no god, no man, no woman, you were the angel of the sea. you had a throne in every wave, a kingdom wherever you swam.

your hair fell deliberately on your shoulders, and your angelic voice currently pierced all the foam. the storm was raging, and you appeared as their savior, a halo of light projecting above you to cover your superb figure. you were beautiful and unrealistic like a work of art.

when you weren't expecting it, one of the men you had guessed to be the captain had lowered a boat. he was certainly tall and imposing, a long coat covering his entire frame, and immense leather boots with roughly tied laces on his feets as he approached you. he had a pistol stuck in his glistening and leathery belt, and above all an eye patch over his face. you took a look at the cross scar hidden in his shirt of which you only saw the scary top of the burned mark of the probably iron.

he rowed up to you, until you felt his scent replacing the salty smell of the sea. you quickly understood that there was nothing like the other men you had managed to charm. not unlike the others, this man seemed to be able to corrupt anyone, men and women, humans and mermaids alike.

he placed his boat near the rock to look at you more closely.

“didn’t your father warn you not to come near men like me? i’m sure he did gorgeous, i bet you’re just not smart enough to listen to him. ”

you backed away but he put his gun on the tip of your tail to stand you still, making you shake. “y’know what that means? I’m in charge here. ”

“let me go!” you responded, waving your tail limply, but he pushed his finger against the trigger of his gun to scare you.

"you'll leave when i decide. so stand still because from now, all your rules are made by me. ”

“you should fear my father, he will kill you.” you replied.

he laughed in a mocking tone, and moved closer to you with a smirk. “you could kill me too though, couldn’t you mermaid ? but look at you, shaking like prey ready to die by my hand.”

“are you going to kill me?”

“ is this a question or a wish ? or maybe a dirty mermaid fantasy ? ”

“i don’t want to die.”

“If that pretty mouth can sing like it does then it can beg too, don’t you think? If you want me to spare you, you’re gonna have to be a bit more convincing.”

he lowered his gaze towards your glossy and watery body, his weapon buried in the flesh of your stomach, before slightly moving up to your breasts, your nipples arching against the gun. you shivered at the contact of the metal against your skin.

he slid the gun up to your throat, pushing the barrel against your vocal cords. you coughed, and placed a hand around his.

he had sworn "oh fuck...legends don't tell all the things siren can do to a man…"

your webbed fingers, surrounded by tiny fins, had found their effect on him. you looked so sweet and innocent, but you were a creature who knew how to be machiavellian so he had to keep an eye on you.

“you don’t want to die?” he asked, repeating your words.

rafe was not a man of morals, he made fun of laws and conventions. and above all, why would he deprive himself when a beautiful mermaid was willing to do whatever he wanted just to be spared.

you were desperate, and frighteningly attractive. rafe would be lying if he said it didn't stimulate him. his cock was clearly hard and painfully stretched against the leather of his pants, forming a bulge just below his belt. and it was starting to be so uncomfortable. he only wanted one thing, it was to fill your soppy mouth surrounded by divine dripping lips until he felt your throat tighten around his dick, because his girth prevented the air from passing into your cavity.

oh yes rafe cameron was cruel. he wanted you to die, but in a completely different way.

and what he wanted, he got. he was a captain admired and respected by all and who had a high reputation both on the seas and on land. he was rich and miserly. he had as much money as he had girls.

he pulled down his pants, freeing his thick length to reveal it before your eyes. you'd be lying if you said you'd seen one before. It was the first time you saw something that big, it was terrifying. you didn't even know what this sailor wanted you to do with it so you looked at him with curious and desperate eyes.

oh that innocence burning in your gaze had shot a charge through rafe's body and his cock had twitched, letting precum drop on your face and the blood inside him completely heated.

"open your mouth...yes, like that. show me your tongue, i'll help you, gonna tell you how to do it.”

he had thrust himself into your mouth before giving you instructions, telling you how to make him feel good, while his dick found a way to your throat. you were even wetter inside than a real woman and it felt perfect and insane. you started to suck him, your lips vibrating around his throbbing girth that stuffed you real quick.his tip was slightly salty from the precum dripping from it that you had swallowed, making the ship captain above you groan.

pushed by his grunts and his tight grip through your hair, you pumped him faster because you were starting to understand how it worked. he never tired of your lips that foamed, and fully encircling his cock which as you licked got bigger and bigger, your naked tummy spiraling as the growing feeling.

with one hand, he had plunged himself completely into you, your head completely trapped between his firm fingers, and your nose buried in his pelvis. you gagged on him, a spurt of drool coming out of your mouth when he pulled out, as you gurgled strongly . your saliva hung from his glistening tip down the length of his hardened dick, all the way to his heavy balls.

he re-positioned himself inside you, his massive dick now dripping inside your soaked mouth as you continued to suck and lick with the fear knotting in your stomach of being killed. but you could feel that his body was relaxed, his muscles were loose, and you could hear every deep sound of pleasure coming from his lips.

he was both fascinated and over the moon, because your wetted tongue twirling around his hot cock was perfect. oh if he could have fucked you, he would have. he couldn't help but fantasize about how he would have fucked you on this rock, his large hands on your tits caged them like bra and pressing them against his thick fingers that would easily crushed them.

he also loved how your throat was so capricious, clenching around him while your tongue hungrily brushed his entire growing bulge. the feeling was intense, and you could hear his breaths become harsh.

that's what he liked about corruption, you were too good for him, a creature blessed by all the gods who had nothing to do with a mortal as rich as him, because you were too divine , too wonderful but at that moment, you were in the same rank. you were at his mercy.

you placed your wet hands on his hips, leaving trails of water on his body and impressive marks of whip that left scars on his skin. rafe could have sworn it was the gentlest touch in the world. the tiny fins around your fingers, tracing the straight line of his waist, down to his firm ass as you sucked him to death, drove him so crazy with your long soaked tongue that made him gasp.

and even if he was not a believer, he was convinced that heaven could not be so wonderful.

a few minutes later, his dick had convulsed around your mouth, and you felt large hot streams filling your throat down to your tummy. you swallowed, and he smiled before stroking your hair gently.

“ good job, little mermaid. don’t you deserve a reward for that ?”

you didn’t really know what that meant but you nodded.

he had taken a long pearl necklace from his pocket. “turn around. let me help you. ”

and you complied. he had hung the expensive and luxurious jewel around your neck, the length of which was so long that he had to make several turns until a hundred white pearls covered the entirety of your bust, dangling around your handsome tits.

“do you know what that means?”

you moved your head to say no, and he responded. “that now you belong to me. you’re my prized possession. you need to understand that now you can't leave. without me. ”

he had found a treasure and he was going to keep it. after all, he was a pirate, he stole everything the ocean had. and sirens were not an exception to the rules.

“i want to see my father.”

“mermaid, you are mine, and mine only.” he responded while caressing your soppy cheek. “ you don't need your dad anymore, just me. ”

you lifted your gaze to meet the most beautiful blue eyes you ever met. he was handsome as the devil, and you couldn’t deny it. but you were a mermaid, you belonged to the ocean, not to a man.

you tried to run away but he stopped you by placing his leather boot on your mermaid tail with a smirk, before leaning forward to grab you by the throat, your upper body was arched, his biceps caged your vocal cords tightly, his thick fingers pushed further in your mouth to forced you to behave, your drool dripping over your hanged jaw.

“what did I tell you about making silly moves, huh? behave, unless you want to die. you know what’ll happen if you act up? what you did earlier, with that pretty mouth, we’re gonna do it again. except this time instead of my cock, it’ll be my gun and if you stop, I shoot. And I know you don’t want that, right?”

" no…”

“ yea ? better to be alive. ”

you nodded. because it was true.

"now i have my men waiting for me. but don't worry, you're coming with me.”

“ that's a kidnapping — ”

“ do you think i care ? because listen to me, i don't fucking care. do you know what it means ? that you can pout, cry, scream, whatever tantrum you want to shout, it will not change anything. ”

you shivered when his hands stroked your shoulders, the icy metal of his silver rings brushing your skin. “ don't you want to be cherished ? see that world ? look up, because it can be yours. ”

“ you're not afraid that i can eat you ? ”

“ didn't you see my scars ? i fear nothing, even if you dig those canines in my skin, you will be the only one to be scared of what i can do to you. because babe, be mean to me, i dare you to, and i will be meaner. ”

“ where are your scars coming from, they're huge. and it's not sirens. ”

“oh, it’s a horrible story for a little mermaid like you. stick to your fairytales. so are you gonna come with me willingly or do we have to do things the hard way?”

“ sound like a trap. ”

“ sound like you're smart. ” he mocked.

“ i'm gonna follow you. but don't be too happy, my dad will find you before sunrise. so you're soon a dead man. ”

“ such a mean baby, already wishing that i'm dead. but careful, don't make me correct that mouth myself. it's not the kind of thing you will like. ”

“ because there is a good thing you can do with my mouth ? ” you were curious.

you turned your gaze toward him, and he lifted a brow, not believing your words. “ mermaid, you never kissed a man ? ”

“ show me what kissing is. ”

“ Why would I kiss the mouth that curses me ? ”

“ Should i ask those men on the ship? ”

because of his possessive side, categorically refusing to share you with his crew full of grotesque men, he had leaned down to grab your jaw and press his lips against yours.the feeling was so strange, but your mermaid tail was waving on the cold stone. “seems like you enjoy being kissed. ” he said, as his tongue swirled with yours. “ want to be kissed endlessly ? yea ? then don't make me repeat myself and move that fucking tail to the ship. ”

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Merman!Geto who has the prettiest hair in all of the pod. And a tail that glistens and shimmers catching every bit of light. A blend of dark green and blue scales and golden threads that ran down his body from his torso. His hair was pulled into a half up half down style, adorned with pearls and shells of varying shades found only in the deep secret reaches of the ocean. All the mermaids admired him, turning heads whenever he swam by. 

Merman!Geto who was always obsessed with the Overwater world and its creatures since he was a child.

Merman!Geto who much to the chagrin of his friends and other peers would swim close to the surface and try to catch glimpses of the exciting Overwater that he was forbidden from. 

Merman!Geto who, encouraged by his friend Gojo Satoru, swam to the Overwater in the nights. He would then sit on the beach and watch the city lights. 

Merman!Geto who from his little hiding place behind a few sea rocks, that are usually hidden under the high tide, sees all the animals that he cannot find Underwater. 

Merman!Geto who makes friends with a dog on the beach who is so friendly and licks his face and surprises him. But he sees it as a sign of affection anyway. He in return brings him fish from the ocean and finds that dogs like being pet as much as octopuses do. 

Merman!Geto who is devastated one day when his friend doesn't come when he's called one night. Who goes back home worried and scared.

Merman!Geto who keeps coming hoping to see his friend again but is repeatedly disappointed. 

Merman!Geto who ignores all the warnings and visits the sea wizard who gives him a curse he can use to transform his tail into legs so he can find his friend.

Merman!Geto who sees his friend on the beach again that night, only he isn't alone, and he's dragging you along behind him. He jumps on Geto excited to see him with legs and out of the water and you say something but alas he cannot understand. 

Merman!Geto who is mesmerised by you. Your legs, your arms, your tummy and thighs, even poking and prodding at you unable to tear his eyes away from the way your fat jiggles. He's unable to speak the language but desperate to tell you he thinks you're beautiful.

Merman!Geto who returns to the ocean but is now not just meeting his dog friend in the night time but also you. You who are brought down every night by this dog you adopted from the beach, to meet this gorgeous merman. 

Merman!Geto who listens to what you say, sitting on the abandoned shore with you and his old friend. He cannot understand your language but your voice is smooth and pleasing to the ear, and your eyes sparkle in the starlight. You never stay long but you come without fail, daily. 

Merman!Geto who after so many days of slowly getting to know you finally touches you feeling up and down your legs. Curiosity getting the better of him he rubs the fat of your inner thighs, feeling the roughness of the coverings you wear. He finds he hates them. You could do without, especially on such warm days. Your sweat glistens as it drips down your neck, and he wishes to reach up and lick—

Merman!Geto who sees you getting flustered and pulls away. You are suddenly warmer to the touch and although it is enticing he tries not to make you uncomfortable. 

Merman!Geto who brings you pearls and shells from the depths of the ocean to adorn your hair with; like he does. He doesn't know that in human terms of valuation they are some of the most expensive jewels in the world. 

Merman!Geto who can't help but touch your skin again one day, when the makeup you have worn makes it look like you are made of stars and galaxies that are performing a dance on your body. 

He runs his hands over the brown skin. So much darker than his. The stars seem to come off onto him as well. 

You take your hand in his and say something, he looks up and sees you nod. There is a warmth in your eyes that he cannot mistake. Your permission. 

You remove your covering, exposing your breasts.  Merwomen leave them uncovered but Geto has never seen such voluptuous breasts in all of the pod. His hand reaches out but just before he makes contact he stops himself. 

You take hold of his hand, placing it onto your breast and squeeze, letting out a soft moan. He does it again, eliciting yet another sinful sound from your lips. 

He looks up at you and you carefully place your lips on his. Testing the waters to see what he may react like. 

Merman!Geto who runs his hands over your body, carefully taking off your clothes. You blush shyly and he tries to tell you he won't hurt you but you unfortunately understand as much of his language as he does of yours. (Which is to say none at all.)

Merman!Geto who feels himself getting excited hearing all the pretty sounds you make while he touches you. Especially the ones you make when he swipes his finger between your legs. 

Merman!Geto who wants to hear you squeal like that again and spreads your legs with strong arms. His face right up in front of your pussy, he carefully examines you. The feeling of being watched sends heat pooling into your power belly and you can see yourself getting wetter. 

Merman!Geto who sees the slick dripping from your wet cunt and sniffs it softly. Your hips buck of their own volition. 

[yanderecrazysie]

Galeophobia (Kirishima)

Please don’t request any phobias. I just felt like making this for fun.

Be kind to me, I'm still not good at writing NSFW

Title: Galeophobia

Pairings: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mershark Kirishima, pirate reader, marking, NSFW, NON-CON, belly bulge, excessive cum

Phobia: The fear of sharks

Normally, the setting sun is something that makes you smile, its beautiful pink-and-orange hues are a feast for the eyes. Here and now? It feels as though it is taunting you as your water sloshes over the deck of your sinking ship.

How can nature be so beautiful, yet so cruel?

The storm is completely gone- there’s no sign that it ever happened. No sign, save for one wooden ship taking on water. The jolly rogers above you wave feebly in the light wind before crumbling in on themselves as even the air falls silent. You sigh wearily.

After all the danger you’d put yourself in to get rich, sinking serenely in the middle of calm waters, all of your comrades having fled on lifeboats. Leaving the captain to go down with the ship.

It’s a dumb tradition that the pirates of your country take part in, you thought dully, so why did I bother following it? You wished you weren’t quite so honorable. 

The water ripples below your lazy perch on the ship’s front railings, now reaching past the deck and slowly inching towards you. Somewhere off in the distance, you see something shimmer in the sunset’s pink-tinged water.

You squint, confused, as something bright red begins rising in the clear water right below you, on the end of your ship and the open ocean. Water breaks at the surface as the crimson object reveals itself to be spiky hair on the head of a handsome tan-skinned man with equally-red, intense eyes.

At first, you think he must be dead. After all, how else could there be someone out here in the middle of the ocean, unless they were from a ship already sunken below? But no, the man gazes at you with a lively expression, smiling brightly at you as though he’s never been so happy to see someone else. 

The next conclusion fills you with hope: there must be land nearby! Surely he had swum from an island to your ship. But how far away was it? You look in every direction and see nothing but water.

“Where do you come from?” You ask urgently, “It’s not too far is it? I’m not a strong swimmer.”

The man laughs loudly, “Don’t worry, I got you, babe.”

You wrinkle your nose at the pet name but hold your tongue. After all, this redhead was the only thing between you and the bottom of the ocean.

He holds out his arms as though he’s ready to catch you, “Come on down, babe. I don’t bite. Much.”

He flashes you a smile and you gasp. His teeth are unnaturally sharp and triangular, nothing like a human’s. For the first time, you feel a sense of foreboding and your heart pounds in your chest. 

Your gaze falls below his bare abs under the water and you’re shocked to see that instead of bare legs, there’s gray and white smooth skin that ends in a sharp fish tail. From the shape and the earlier glance at his teeth, you surmise he’s some sort of shark merman. Not human, in any case.

“What are you?” You shriek, wrapping your arms around your legs protectively, all too aware of how close the water was to you now.

The shark-man grins, flashing those sharp teeth at you once more, “My name’s Kirishima. What’s yours, babe?”

“Stay away from me, you fish freak!” You seethe, pulling your compass from your pocket and heaving it at him as hard as you can. It bounces off his chest with a thunk but he doesn’t so much as flinch. “Wait until after I’ve drowned to eat me!”

Kirishima sighs, a soft pout to his features as he tells you, “List babe: you’re either coming down on your own or you’re going to sink.”

The reality of the situation dawns on you just as you feel water licking at your toes. You were going to be eaten by this half-shark, half-man creature. All that would be left of you would be your bones on the bottom of the ocean, alongside your trusty ship. 

Hot tears prick your eyes as you let yourself slide off the railing into the water. If my death is coming, then let it be quick, you thought sadly.

Kirishima blinks in surprise before a smile spreads across his face. This time, his lips are pulled over those vicious teeth, and you can’t help but think it’s a little cute. He reaches his hand out to brush away a few stray tears, but that just causes more to spill.

Strong arms wrap around you and you close your eyes, ready for death. It doesn’t come. Instead, Kirishima nuzzles into your neck, cooing softly into your ear as he holds you close.

He pulls you away from the sinking ship, most of which is already underwater. Your first and only ship- you feel more tears slip down your cheeks. It’s gone now, there’s no getting it back.

“Shh, it’s alright, babe.” Kirishima shushes you softly as he swims farther away, tugging you along through the water. You shiver in his grasp and he takes notice, stopping immediately to run his hands over your body, “Oh man, you’re cold all over.”

The grin that cracks across his face is mischievous and predatory at the same time, “I know how to fix that.”

Something cold and hard brushes against your butt and your heart stops all together before it starts up tenfold again. Don’t tell me he means…

Incredibly sharp teeth pierce through the skin on your neck and you let out a scream. Warm blood pools on the surface as he sucks gently before releasing with a pop. He takes a look at his handiwork- at the wound swelling on your neck- and has the audacity to look proud. 

Kirishima presses against you as he begins peeling your clothes from your skin. Something very large and very hard pokes against your thighs and, although you cannot see it, you already have an idea of what it is. Curiosity has you briefly wondering if it looks like a human’s or not.

You don’t have a chance to look down at it from the angle he’s holding you but, once he tears your pants from your body in a violent, eager motion, you quickly get to know what it feels like. It seems to be shaped the same as any human male’s dick, but it’s much larger than what you thought was possible. 

The bulbous head pushes against your unguarded pussy, pressing and pressing until pop- it forces its way inside. You expected unimaginable pain, but you’re instead overrun with pleasure.

The cock fills you out with each inch shoved deeper. It stretched your insides out and, when you look down, you see a visible bulge in your stomach. He’s crammed into you so much your little human body can barely take it.

Kirishima holds you still while he forces his shark cock deeper and deeper. The bulge in your belly is bigger than ever when he comes to a stop. Unconsciously, your hand moves and puts a hand over the bump in your stomach and you hear the man behind you moan with pleasure as you accidentally massage his cockhead.

The thrusts begin, more brutal than you could ever anticipate. Kirishima uses his arms to keep you in place while he fucks into you, tearing apart your vagina and womb easily with his monster cock. 

You writhe with pleasure, barely able to move from your positioning but trying all the same. It’s all too much- his dick is pressed up against every nerve and pleasure spot you have, each thrust hits all the right places.

Kirishima grabs your hips and bend your body a little, moving you into a position where he can fuck you even deeper and harder. It isn’t long before you come undone on his cock, twitching and spasming from the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

Your pulsating walls prove to be too much for the redhead, and he follows you shortly after. His cum floods your insides, inflating your belly a little around the bulge and filling you so completely that some escapes around his cock and into the water around you, making the water turn more milky than clear.

Your eyes roll back in your head as he rolls his hips, getting out those last few drops of cum. His giant cock finally softens and slips out, dirtying the water even more with the cum that escapes your stuffed-full womb.

“Yeah, I’m keeping you.” Kirishima says, grinning widely as he pulls you close. You don’t bother fighting it as he gives a kick of his tail and takes off swimming with you snug in his arms. 

You can feel cum still rushing out of you as he whisks you away to wherever it is he plans to keep you.

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Double Penetration 🔞

🎃 Shark!Szayelaporro x Marine Biologist!Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: double penetration (vaginal), dubcon, creampie, rough sex (little pain), scratching, biting, licking, tiddy sucking, slight breeding kink, slight choking, blood, murder, some punishment, sex in the water, possessiveness, name calling (cock sleeve, whore), orgasm denial, belly bulge.

tags: @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Five years as a marine biologist meant that you had seen quite a lot of interesting things. From the discovery of new flora and fauna to behavioral changes within various marine life, nothing really took you by surprise anymore. Or so you thought. There was the presence of something new in the area, an animal of sorts, yet no one knew what kind. Some folks claimed it to be a monster while others said it looked like the average shark. Either way, it intrigued both you and your team enough to try and find it for research. If only you knew better.

Finding the creature felt too easy—almost as if it was a trap—yet you thought nothing of it when swimming deeper into the underwater cave. Your partner trailed behind you, his waterproof flashlight shining along the inside of the cave walls. A few fish swam by, slowly, yet they quickly diverted off their initial course and swam in the opposite direction, as if to get away from something. The cave was too dark to see anything, despite having a light source, and so you never noticed the shadow that moved above you and your fellow researcher. 

There was a sudden whoosh as something swam past you, causing you to turn around as quickly as possible in the water. Your eyes widened when you didn’t see your partner behind you. Instead, his scuba mask was all that was there, slowly floating to the bottom of the cave floor. Your breathing quickened, draining a bit more oxygen from the tank as you panicked. The light from your flashlight followed the mask as it finally touched the cave floor, and your brows soon furrowed when small puffs of red got caught in the light. The color swirled around with the water, and you immediately knew it was blood. 

Another whoosh came from above you this time, and you quickly moved your flashlight upward, barely catching a glimpse of what looked like a tail—followed by the horrid sight of your partner’s severed arm. Blood wafted out as the appendage slowly sank to the bottom of the cave, and the sight was enough to make you swim back towards the entrance. Your breathing was frantic, taking in too much air from your tank as your legs kicked as fast as they could. You did everything you could to make it out of the cavern, only to feel a hand tightly grip your ankle before yanking you backward. The sudden action had you scream, which caused the mouthpiece to slip out from between your lips, and you desperately tried to grasp it—but to no avail. The last thing you saw before your vision darkened was pink hair—pink hair and a devilish smirk. 

You were no longer in the water when you came to. Instead, you laid on a makeshift bed that consisted of many different things—old blankets, tattered and soggy pillows, and human remains. A screech left your lips as your body jolted in fright, and you quickly moved away from the bed. Your eyes roved over the remains, taking note that they were both old and fresh—with the fresher one being that of your research partner. It was a disgusting sight to behold, and before you could even think about a plan to escape, you heard a sudden splash and small groan from your left. Coming out of the small pool was a man—no, a merman. Your brows furrowed as you stared at him, partially in fear while the other half of you was curious. 

Szayelaporro didn’t look like the mythical merfolk you read about in fairytale books. His body was slenderer, with salmon hair while the lower half of him resembled a shark—except his tail was an unusual pale pink. He looked incredibly bizarre, yet also interesting, but you were quick to ignore those thoughts when he caught you staring at him. The creature’s lips curled into a cocky grin, revealing pointed teeth in the process. “About time you woke up,” he said. Your eyes darted away from him before landing back on the bed, specifically the remains of your colleague. The shark took notice and chuckled. “Not much of a fighter, but he made a good snack.” 

Your chest tightened while your face scrunched up slightly in disgust at his comment. “Why?” You asked. The shark raised a brow, lips parted to speak until you beat him to it. “Why did you kill him?” 

“I was hungry,” he answered. The look on his face suggested that he believed his answer to be justifiable. He then scoffed at the forlorn expression on your face before rolling his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to eat you. Yet.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away from him. Your gaze found itself on the water, and it didn’t take long for your brain to come up with a plan of escape. Whether it worked or not, well, you decided to take the chance, even if the odds were against you. The shark raised a brow at you, studying you for a moment before he tried to crawl towards you—and that’s when you struck him. 

He hissed when a skull smacked against his head, followed by a ravenous growl as he watched you dive into the water to escape. Your little surprise hit gave you a slight head start, but it was all futile in the end. Once the shark dove into the water after you, it was over. A rough hand jerked you back by your ankle before the other latched around your neck, and his body pressed against yours as he pinned you against one of the cavern walls. Despite the urge to drown you for attempting to escape, let alone throwing the skull at him, he kept your head above the water to let you breathe. 

“Little bitch,” he growled. Szayelaporro moved his face closer to you, the tip of his nose touching yours as he growled again. His amber eyes bore into yours with hatred, yet you noticed the way they relaxed, almost as if he had thought of something. His lips curled into a devilish smirk before letting the hand around your throat squeeze a little, which brought forth a small whimper from you. “I was going to kill you,” he said, “but I have a better idea.” 

The salmon-haired shark slid his free hand down your body, letting his claws scrape against your wetsuit before ripping it at your hips. The clothing that kept your body warm in the water was now gone, and the coldness that replaced it caused you to squirm in his grip. Your movements only made Szayelaporro squeeze your neck a little more to keep you still. Only when you did what he wanted did his hand tear at your wetsuit a little more, watching the material give way to your tits. With his hand still wrapped around your neck while the other gripped your hip, he dipped his head down and let his mouth latch onto a nipple. 

Your eyes closed as a soft moan slipped out, which only served to entice the creature. He let his tongue swirl around the bud, hardening it just enough for him to pull at it with his teeth. Another moan fell from your lips as you leaned your head back against the cave wall, and he groaned when your hands gripped his shoulders. Szayelaporro didn’t mind the way your nails dug into his skin, and it only made him tug your nipple a little more. The shark kept you distracted with that while the hand on your hip slipped a little lower before ripping off the remainder of your wetsuit. 

The sudden coldness against the heat of your cunt made you gasp, and your hold on him tightened. Your reactions let him know that he made the right choice in not killing you—at least not yet—and his mouth soon relented with your nipple. The shark then smirked before pressing his lower half against you even more, and the slow realization to what you felt as he slowly rubbed himself against you only excited him. “Is that—.” 

“Yes,” he answered, cutting you off. The man’s eyes lowered as he watched another question form on your face. “There’s two.” His whisper sent a shiver down your spine. “And you’re taking them both.” You didn’t have time to protest about what he said before he flipped you around and pressed himself up against you again, pinning your front to the cave wall. Szayelaporro was merciless with his actions as he positioned both cocks at your entrance before sheathing them inside your heat. There was no preparation at all, and the scream that ripped from your throat echoed in the cave, but he ignored it. 

His thrusts were relentless as he pounded into you, stretching your walls to the point that you thought he wanted to rip you apart. Perhaps that was his intention, but it wasn’t as though you could do anything about it. Your nails scraped against the rocky wall as the sounds of water splashing and him growling filled your ears, and the way his cocks hammered into you brought forth a few tears. The shark knew it was painful for you, yet he believed it was fitting. Not only did you try and escape, but you wounded him in the process, and he couldn’t let you get away with that. 

“I won’t kill you,” he grunted. His face pressed against your shoulder blade for a moment before he let his tongue lick a thick stripe up your neck. The roughness of his tongue gave you goosebumps, and you let out a breathy moan as your body shivered. “I’ll keep you here, with me—as my little cock sleeve.” His amber eyes lit up when your pussy clenched his dicks, and he chuckled. You were enjoying this now. “I’ll fill you up. Over and over, using you like a whore.” The shark groaned in pleasure when your cunt clenched him again. 

Oh, he was going to have fun with you. Szayelaporro wasn’t about to let you leave, not ever. You’d stay with him, and he’d use you every day, filling you up until you were swollen with his pups. The idea of such a thing excited him, and he continued bullying your tight hole while digging his claws into your hips. You whimpered at the painful sensation, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure that overtook you. 

The way his cocks inched deeper and deeper, pushing up against your gummy walls as the tips repeatedly kissed your cervix was enough to make you come undone. Almost. The shark wouldn’t let you have the satisfaction of cumming. Not yet anyway. His hips continued slamming against your ass, stuttering slightly as he felt himself getting closer and closer. You felt it too—the way his cocks twitched every few seconds inside of you had you clawing the cavern wall. Your forehead leaned against the rocky surface as he plowed into you, faster and faster, his growls constant in your ear. 

It wasn’t until he slammed into you one last time that you moaned loudly, body trembling as his cocks filled your heat with his cum. It was hot and felt like too much, considering your stomach bulged slightly from the sheer amount he unloaded into you. Szayelaporro moved his face closer to your neck again before suddenly sinking his jaws into the flesh, causing you to scream in surprise. The bite wasn’t too painful, but it drew a bit of blood, which he quickly lapped up with his tongue. His actions didn’t make sense until your head was clear enough to think. He marked you, and you now belonged to him—forever. 

[hellinistical]

A little too warm and a little too vulnerable

WC: 614

Warnings: Afab reader.

There were no romantic candles. No roses. There wasn’t even music playing in the background.

Granted, even if either of you had time to plan it, it would have gotten in the way and would have been removed anyway.

***

The water was barely warm if you could even call it that- not that you’d noticed or cared; you’d been in the water for too long at this point, your fingers pruned from the time you’d been in the tub, Rafayel between your legs.

Blooms of purples, reds, and blues adorned both of your skins, your thumb smoothing over a fresh one you placed on Rafayel’s collarbone.

His necklace was cool against your skin, starkly contrasting to the water. His hair, wet, tickled your chin where his head rested on your chest.

Arms around your waist, he laid into your body.

Iridescent scales littered his body randomly. They shimmered blue under the moonlight streaming in from the window.

How long have you been sitting here?

Doesn't matter.

Rafayel’s tail was far too big for the tub; it draped over the porcelain edge of it and rested on the floor.

His breathing was heavy as if he had just run a marathon, but really, he was just hot.

Too hot.

“Rafayel, leaning into me isn't going to make your fever any better.”

“I know.”

“Why don't we get up? We can dry you down, let you cool down till your legs come back-”

“No. I'm comfortable here.”

“Clearly.”

He sighs, planting a quick kiss above your nipple. His index draws invisible lines on your skin, tracing the curves and dips.

“That's a new necklace. Where'd you get it?”

The silver chain wrapped around his neck was indeed new, and on it rested his wedding band.

“Not new, I had it for a while- didn't wanna accidentally lose my ring or get paint on it.”

You hummed, and it was quiet again.

His tail smacks the floor occasionally. You put water on it.

Rafayel looks up suddenly, pushing himself up a little till he's eyes level with you.

“You know you’re important to me, right?”

“Hm? Of course. Why?”

He relaxes a little. “I dunno…”

He avoids your gaze, and you grab his face, making him look at you.

Your lips form a small ‘o’ at what was revealed.

There's tears in his eyes. You watched one form, the droplet building up in his waterline, rolling over his lash line, crystalizing. A pearl drop falls into the tub with a quiet splash.

You both watch it, your gaze returning sooner than his.

“When Lemurians fall in love with someone... All our senses are committed to perceive them without question.” it comes out quiet. You strains to hear it.

“Would you still like me…no matter who I become?”

He grabs your chin, not giving you a chance to answer before he presses into you, his lips pressing against yours desperately. You pull away to catch your breath but Rafayel dips in again.

It’s only till he pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips, do you react.

Your curious look turns into a frown, and you flick his forehead.

“He-ow! What was that for?”

“Idiot, what do you think it was for? You think anyone would willingly get their bathroom floor wet?”

“No…”

“Question me again like that and you’re sharing your fish’s bowl.”

You grab the towel from the bar, wrapping it around your body as you gets out of the tub. His eyes follow your form, his tongue darting out, licking his lips. Rafayel brings a hand up, wiping his brow as he lays back down in the tub, the water sloshing around him.

Damn.

[divine-misfortune]

Let the reason come on the common tongue

Kinktober day 2: Face fucking

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Mist/Ifrit

Words: 1,184

Tags: Intersex Mist, cunt and dick used for her anatomy, Ifrit has an oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking

Read on ao3 or below the cut

Mist let out a little shriek that turned into a breathless fit of laughter as she’s unceremoniously tossed into the overgrown pile of pillows at the head of Ifrit’s bed.

She wriggled around in the mass of blankets, unsure as to why a fire ghoul of all elements needed so much to keep warm with but not complaining about them in the slightest. They were all soft and smelled a little like the incense Alpha had always been so fond of, sandalwood and a bit like strawberry shortcake, sweet and a little floral. Far from what anyone would expect from Alpha. Mist didn’t mind how plush Ifrit’s bed was, and on any other day she might’ve just rolled over and buried her face into the sheets and refused to budge for a few hours but Ifrit had other plans. 

She’s yanked by the ankles further down the bed towards him, warm calloused hands pushed under the hem of her tank top and bunched the fabric just over the small swell of her tits. Thumbs working in tandem, he circled both rosy buds in time with each other, fixated on just how pebbled they were before he’d even touched them. 

Ifrit bit his lip and slowly drew his neatly filed claws down her sides, purposefully ghosting over the gills fluttering expectantly. Simply grinned like the devil when she made a face, she didn’t know why she continued to let fire ghouls bed her. Bastards, all of them. But despite that, she still arched off the mattress in order to follow the bite of his nails. At least Ifrit made an effort to declaw himself, she wouldn’t be wearing violently red welts for a week. 

He flicked his orange eyes up to hold her gaze and began mapping out a path of wet, open mouthed kisses down the line of her body. Over her sternum, down her stomach, forked tongue going so far as to trace the soft line of her belly before flicking at her navel. Mist hissed halfheartedly, giving his broad shoulder a weak smack.

“Get on with it before I change my mind,” she warned but her tone remained amused. 

“And to think I took you for the patient one.” 

“Sorely mistaken, cherry bomb. Now,” the spade of her tail batted him on the nose “I don’t want another word from you unless you’re choking on my dick while you say ‘em.”

Ifrit rolled his eyes and gave her belly a playful nip that had her glaring. He decided to put his teeth to better use at least, taking the tie of her sweatpants in his teeth to pull the bow loose. He hummed and Mist lifted her hips off the bed, making the awkward dance of shimmying her pants off before discarding them to some far off corner the slightest bit easier. Helpful, but Ifrit had seen enough pretty faced water ghouls to hold a slight suspicion of her actions, those fish had plenty of self serving tricks up their sleeves.

Her legs fell apart for him as he skimmed his touch up the inside of her calves, and she reached down to frame her half chubbed cock and her cunt between her fingers. Ifrit licked his lips like a hungry dog, eyes drawn like a magnet to the sight. He laid on his belly and rubbed a stubbled cheek against her thigh, very obviously drinking in her scent before diving in. 

That devilish tongue licked deep into her core for a mouthful of slick, always one to savor the taste before the meal. She tried not to gasp but he managed to draw it right out of her. Ifrit gave the tip of her cock an experimental kitten lick to watch it jump against her mound then proceeded to swallow her down in one go - not that she was terribly hard to accommodate to begin with. 

“Shh…it.” Mist dragged her hand through her hair. Dizzied from the feeling of her cock properly filling out in the impossible heat of his mouth. “That’s good, dragonfly…Just hold it for a second. Get it fully hard, I want to enjoy that mouth.”

Ifrit hummed and the vibration of it made her dick throb against the flat of his tongue, hissing out a curse. His tail waved lazily as his eyes closed, dark lashes fluttering lightly against his cheeks. She could watch the way his lips wrapped around it for hours but gave up, head falling back into the pillows to stare up at the ceiling. Such a pretty shade of pink bordering on red like he’d spent the better part of their afternoon sucking at a cherry lollipop instead of driving her up the walls by simply existing with that charming smile and those strong arms. 

Mist sighed and reached out to drag her fingers through his already mussed up hair, soft strands she could thread through like silk. Ifrit looked to her, propping himself up on his elbows, he exhaled heavily through his nose, hot breath tickling over her skin. Exhaling out that last little bit of tension and easing fully down the last few centimeters of her dick. 

“Ready?” Another hum that had her breath hitching. Devil knew what he was doing. 

Mist brought her other hand to his hair, wiggling knobby fingers to twist up at the roots till she found a good solid grip. Maybe a bit tighter than necessary but it was the way she knew Ifrit liked to be handled. His jaw relaxed as she tugged his head back. Fingers flexed in the sheets on either side of her hips, clearly getting restless. She’d have rolled her eyes or called him an overeager whore for the impatience but with him in such prime positioning she really was no better.

Like sliding home, she bucked off the bed. Tip of her cock grazing the back of his throat, just enough to trigger that urge to gag but not quite. His tongue was heavenly, the stud piercing it was an albeit strange sensation but added something maddening to the experience. Fire ghouls were her favorite, and she’d take that fact to her grave.

The first few thrusts up into his mouth were slow. Experimental. Trying to find just the right way to bury her cock in his throat. A cautious up and down, feet planted on the mattress to leverage herself. The muscles in her thighs flexed with effort when she finally decided on a satisfying pace. Short twitches upwards paired with her yanking his face down to meet her movements. 

Mist found herself panting rather quickly. Sweat beaded at her brow, clumsily working her way closer to the burn of promised bliss. Ifrit however already seemed there, drool slicking his chin, the glow of his eyes burning no brighter than embers. Always happy to find himself in a position like this, being taken. It was almost relaxing for the fire ghoul, responsibility plucked from his hands, brain forced to slow, and she was more than happy to provide. 

She just hoped she could last long enough for it to do the job. 

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Oh lord ya want more.... hmm

Hybrid Bakugou's favorite food, AND his first time eating it!

Like bro was skeptical of it at first when we present it to him, he takes a bite, and then he go's 😍

WAAA IM LOVING YOUR IDEAS DUDE 😭😭💕💕

Katsuki salivated at the meal placed in front of him. Well. At the pork chops that rested in the hot broth of the ramen. The rest of the noodles, fish cake and spring onion was given a mere sniff before he turned his nose up with a grunt.

You smiled at him as he scowled at his plate, growling at the pile of noodles. He was obviously more in favour of a carnivore’s diet. You pass him the chopsticks and demonstrate how to use them properly. He takes them gingerly in a cheap attempt to mimic you, grunting in irritation when the broth splashes his face.

He glares when you dare let out a giggle, almost snapping the chopsticks in half in his frustration. You choke back a laugh, slurping on your own noodles instead. Katsuki eventually finds a good position for holding them, before horking down the pork chop. His eyes practically sparkled at the fatty meat, making little noises as he swallowed it down.

He gets up with a chuff, probably ambling off to play with his chicken. You cough quietly and catch the attention of your pup. Your eyes flicker from his face back to his bowl. His ears pinned back as he looked at you with disgust.

“C’mon Katsuki, pleaaaaaase? I worked so hard to make it yummy for you,” you pleaded. Katsuki shook his head and grumbled. You begged more, eager for the pup to try something that wasn’t just pure meat.

“I’ll tell you what. Try some noodles, and I’ll give you an even bigger pork chop tomorrow. Hell, make that a steak,” you compromised. It was a shitty trick, yes, but you wanted your hybrid to experience every new flavour out there.

Katsuki deliberated. It did smell good, not that he would admit it, but he was still pretty hungry. You caught on to his hesitance. You sat back down and ate your food, smiling quietly when you hear the squeak of the chair on the floor.

Katsuki huffed at the bowl, sniffing it more than licking his chops. He scoops up a bite of noodles before shoving it into his hole.

Your head perks up slightly, eager for his reaction. You didn’t expect stars to appear in your hybrid’s eyes, or for him to STICK HIS HEAD IN THE BOWL.

You giggle when he emerges, the broth having got in his hair as he pants. A singular noodle hangs over his lip as he licks his nose, eager to finish the remains. Volcanic eyes glinted at you expectantly as he pushed his bowl forward.

Your own chopsticks lowered as you looked at him.

“You want more?” You ask him, pleased he enjoyed it. His tail was going a hundred miles an hour as he nodded, nudging the bowl again. Your eyebrows raise as you walk to the kitchen for another bowl.

Only to walk back and find the bastard head deep in your own bowl.

[addisonneedshelp]

You Belong To Me

M!Tiefling x F!Reader

I sat on the couch staring at the ceiling and thought about the last few months I was now a married woman to a man my parents had set me up with in a matter of five months. Thyil was not a bad man he was just distant he didn't talk much to me and when he did he was a man of few words. I huffed and got up and decided to stop and make dinner for once. I got up and walked to the kitchen and started making a basic chicken Alfredo with garlic bread. I put some music on and got to work and lost myself in the calming activity.

I was half way through dinner when i heard the door unlock and saw Thyil walk in his light purple skin and his deep purple horns sticking out of his skin as he set his keys in a bowl on the counter and his bag on a bench. His tail wrapped around his thigh he didn't seem to notice me at first but he seemed to smell the food and looked up and i watched his pupils dilate and he licked his lips. "how was work" i said watching him "it was stressful" he piped up never taking his eyes off me "is dinner almost ready". "yeah, just give me like ten more minutes". He nodded and continued to watch me his gaze unwavering. I finished dinner and set it on the table and we ate it in peace he enjoyed it i could tell his tail swished back and forth lazily and his ears twitched "thank you" "it's no problem" i smiled.

After dinner i cleared the table and cleaned and i washed the dishes and felt something creep behind me. Thyil came behind me and caged me in gently. "you know i really appreciate what you did" he said brushing some stray hair behind my ear. I flush "it's nothing really" "no i insist" he brushes the hair away from my neck and kisses my neck softly. i take a sharp breath in and calmly dry my hands and turn around to face him. "Thyil what are you doing" i tried to breath calmly he smiled "god you being my little fucking housewife turns me on all i can think about is just fucking you, your my wife and i want to make sure you never forget that" he groans and presses me close and i can feel something hard being pressed against me as he kisses and nibbles my neck. I inhale sharply as he grinds against me slowly "i want you my little wife I've always wanted you". I nod and lift his head and kiss his lips softly I wanted to make this marriage work. Thyil kissed me back and grabbed my hips and grounded me against him slipping his tongue into my mouth. "I want you too Thyill" That was all he needed as he picked me up and walked me over to our bedroom. He laid me on the bed and kicked off his shoes and took his belt off and crawled on top of me attacking my lips. I moaned into his mouth as his hand explored my body. It slipped under my shirt and fished out my breast from my bra and played with my nipple. I took off my shirt quickly wanting to get rid of all the layers and started unbuttoning his. "Someone is eager" he teased as he unclasped my bra and massaged my breasts. I took off my skirt leaving me in my black panties and he smiled and slipped his hand underneath them. He dipped his hand in my wetness and i moaned "such a good wife all ready to take me" he circled my clit slowly and i squirmed but he held me still as he whispered praises in my ear. I felt the knot building in my stomach "Faster Thyil Please" he smiled and quickened his pace and i panted heavily and he kissed my neck enjoying watching me coming undone on his fingers. I came and rode his fingers and moaning softly "good girl" he licked his fingers clean and smiled and i flushed i looked at his growing bulge "are you ready for me" "yes" he smiled as he pulled his cock out and stroked it softly it was pretty big leaking pre-cum already he kissed my forehead "you can tell me to stop okay my love" i nodded as he aligned himself and sunk himself inside he groaned and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He sighed and moved slowly letting me adjust "go faster" i plead. He looked at me grinning devilishly "your wish is my command" he picked up the pace and rested his head in the crook of my neck groaning softly. I moaned as he came inside of me and he chased his high. I came soon after and was left a panting mess. He looked at me and tucked some hair behind my ear. "your beautiful" I blushed and turned my head away but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "i love you" he kissed my lips gently and caressed my cheek. I smiled "i love you too" I went to lay down and he grabbed me gently chuckling softly "I'm not done with you yet".

Thank you for reading!!!

[bradleysass]

Road Trip - word count: 650 - Jegulas w/ Rosekiller & Sirius

The air smelled of smoke, the kind that clung to clothes and hair, mingling with the faint scent of petrol and regret. The five boys stood in front of a dilapidated petrol station, their faces illuminated by the orange glow of the flames licking the night sky behind them.

“Well,” Sirius said, casually flicking a cigarette away and leaning against the beat-up van they’d somehow managed to keep running, “I think that went pretty well.”

“‘Pretty well’?” Regulus hissed, shoving his older brother in the shoulder. “You set the bathroom on fire, Sirius!”

“That was an accident!” Sirius protested, though his grin displayed zero remorse.

“Was it, though?” Barty drawled from where he lounged against the van’s hood, his boots kicked up like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I distinctly remember you saying, ‘Wouldn’t it be hilarious if this place went up in flames?’”

“Okay, technically I said that before the explosion,” Sirius corrected.

Evan snorted, tossing his leather jacket into the van before joining Barty on the hood. “I’m just saying, the fireworks might have been a bit overkill.”

“Fireworks?!” Regulus turned his glare toward Evan now. “You brought fireworks?”

“Mate,” Evan said, his voice slow and smooth like molasses, “if you’re going to blow something up, you might as well make it look good.”

Regulus let out an exasperated groan, dragging his hands through his hair. “We can’t keep doing this. Every single place we stop ends up—” He gestured wildly at the raging inferno behind them. “Like this!”

James, who had been suspiciously quiet until now, stepped between the brothers, clapping a hand on Regulus’s shoulder. “Relax, love. It’s not like anyone saw us.”

“James,” Regulus deadpanned, “this is the third time this week. At this rate, we’ll have every magical law enforcement officer in the country on our tail.”

“Fourth, actually,” Barty corrected, holding up a finger. “You’re forgetting the inn with the haunted barstools.”

Sirius snorted, nearly doubling over with laughter. “Oh, Merlin, the barstools!”

“Focus!” Regulus snapped, glaring at all of them. “Do any of you have even an ounce of self-preservation?”

James tilted his head, pretending to think about it. “Does loving you count?”

Regulus flushed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish before he finally managed to snap, “That’s not the point!”

Evan slid off the hood, sauntering over to the passenger side of the van. “Look, Reggie, we’re alive, aren’t we? No one’s caught us yet, and we’re making great time.”

“To where?” Regulus demanded, throwing his hands up. “What’s the actual plan here?”

Barty grinned, spinning the car keys on his finger. “To see the world, obviously. And leave it in flames wherever we go.”

“That’s not a plan, that’s a crime spree!”

“And yet,” Sirius interjected, slinging an arm around his brother’s shoulders, “you’re still here. Which means you’re having fun, even if you won’t admit it.”

Regulus glared at Sirius, then at James, who was grinning at him like an idiot. “I hate all of you,” he muttered.

James leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Regulus’s temple. “Love you too, darling.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Regulus grumbled, though he didn’t pull away.

The group piled back into the van, the flames roaring higher behind them as James gunned the engine. As they sped down the empty road, the firelight faded into the distance, leaving only the faint scent of smoke and the promise of more chaos to come.

“I’m serious, though,” Regulus muttered from the passenger seat, glaring at James, who had stolen his spot on the driver’s side. “Next time, no fires.”

James grinned, one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on Regulus’s knee. “Whatever you say, Reg.”

But as Sirius and Barty exchanged knowing smirks in the backseat, it was clear to everyone that the next destination was bound to go up in flames—just like all the rest.

[sixeyescurseuser]

《1》

It all started thirteen years ago, when Geto found a surprise visitor hiding in his fishing  boat. He barely had time to react to the sheer size of the shimmery tail, or the electric blue eyes that screamed predator when the fishermen nearby approached his boat. 

They question if Geto has seen anything out of the ordinary, going as far to describe a creature that is half-man-half-fish.

“If you didn’t believe the sea tales before, then you’d certainly believe them after catching a glimpse of the monster,” the leader says. “With a tail like that, you’d become rich after selling one day at the market!”

While Geto spaces out and stutters over his words, decidedly covering for the massive merman nestled in his tiny boat, the merman holds his hand hostage, nibbling on his fingers threateningly. 

“No, I haven't seen anything like that. And- I-I’m not feeling well actually… 'M just gonna head back early,” Geto finally gets out. 

When he waves to the other fishermen, maneuvering the boat away, the merman licks his palm, letting him know it was the right choice.

About fifteen minutes pass, and Geto is nearly back home. He intends to drop the merman off in secrecy, but finds the creature is already dozing off.

Which is quite appalling because Geto would’ve expected the merman to jump his throat the moment they fled the other fishermen. Or at the very least, not let its guard down and fall asleep in such a vulnerable place.

Well, it’s not like Geto wants to risk his life by waking it up.

Turning to face the direction of his cottage on the shore, Geto sighs, knowing he’ll have to spend extra hours fishing tomorrow to make up for going home early today.  

***

Gojo doesn’t even remember passing out. He must’ve been more tired than he realized.

He’d had enough trouble dealing with hostile sea creatures that think they can easily subdue the King of Rogues. Encountering the fishermen had thrown Gojo off his scheduled path, not wanting to lead them back to his home waters.

When Gojo wakes up to a dark sky, he’s still in the boat, and no human in sight. 

He’s free to go!

Gojo sits up, vaguely registering the awkward separation of his tail, and throws himself over the side to submerge his lower half in the water. His tail gradually forms again. It flips earnestly again at the feeling of being submerged back where it belongs.

Gojo thinks back to the human from earlier. He was quite pretty, with long braided hair, and a muscular build. He was dressed in a simple tunic and trousers, like the other fishermen, yet didn’t think twice before keeping Gojo’s presence hidden.

Gojo chances a look at the land, and sees a quaint cottage. An orange-ish light glows in the window.

Never the one to follow the rules, Gojo prides himself in taking risks to quench his endless list of curiosities. These risks have allowed him to explore what most merpeople dare not to go near - from the deepest caverns of the ocean up to the surface where humans roam - granting him the knowledge and satisfaction of observing creatures of all natures.

Plus, he was strong and clever enough to save himself from real trouble if needed. If he thought about it, dealing with one human was a piece of shrimp should things go south…

This is why upon hearing a series of knocks, Geto opens his door to the sight of the same merman with glowing blue eyes. Except now, the merman stands on two long legs, posturing while very naked on Geto’s front door step.

“Holy shit,” Geto greets, eyes bulging out of his head. When the merman tilts its head, Geto now realizes it is slightly taller than him.

“Holy shit,” Gojo repeats with a solemn expression. Sure, he doesn’t understand human language, but last time he checked, this was not a customary way of greeting?

Geto keeps stumbling over his words, unable to believe that the merman he’d saved today was on LAND, appearing even more gorgeous up close. The merman now makes a series of chirps and clicks, waving his arms around, explaining things in sounds Geto never imagined communicating in.

Geto nods his head as he listens. It was the polite thing to do, right?

After a minute or so, Geto is about to ask- er, gesture if the merman wants to come in. Then, the merman makes a particular large swoop of his arms, reenacting something that looks akin to swimming-

The merman suddenly loses balance. 

Gojo crumples forward with a squawk. Damn legs, he knew he couldn’t rely on them for anything!

Geto’s jaw drops open. He only has time to open his arms in an attempt to catch the tall merman. 

“OOF!” Geto grunts, feeling his ass hit the floor, then his back. Gojo lets out an apologetic croak, lightly flicking the human’s forehead.

“Letting you know that if I still had my tail, and if my tail could walk on land…this wouldn’t have happened,” Gojo babbles in mer language, kicking his feet behind him.

Geto can’t hide the incredulous expression on his face. The day was just getting weirder and weirder. Because he cannot understand a word of what the merman says, Geto just hums, using a noise he knows how to make and hoping it conveys his sincerity. 

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to just collapse forward like that,” Geto says, hands awkwardly patting the merman’s sides. Oh right, the merman was still very naked, now on top of him. Lovely. “Um, if you’re going to stay like that, you need clothes.”

The merman pauses his rambling. For a second, Geto thinks he understood, and perhaps wanted a set of clothes as well. However, the sight of the merman’s nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air disproves this notion.

Geto had been cooking dinner when the merman knocked on his door. A dinner that very much smelled like it was burning!

The merman clicks again, then runs its tongue along its sharp teeth.

Geto gulps. Looks like he has a guest for dinner.

***

(Present)

Yuji wakes up the next morning wrapped up around his podmates, Megumi curled against his side and Nobara tucked under his arm - nothing unusual. They’re still nestled on the large bed in the human’s guest room, the human Gojo is apparently very close with.

Yuji shifts because someone is laying on top of his tail and making it go numb. Except for some reason, Yuji’s tail moves in separate ways, and feels like it’s been split apart. Scrunching his nose in confusion, Yuji lifts the covers to inspect the weird phenomenon.

He sees a pair of legs that he did not have the last time he checked, yet they are definitely attached to his torso… Yuji tries curling the end of his non-tail up; the small appendages on the ends of the legs wiggle.

Yuji screams.

Thirty minutes later, both Geto and Gojo - sporting legs himself - are in the bedroom and have calmed Yuji down, reassuring him it is completely normal and safe for legs to appear when a merperson stays on land. Gojo lets it slip he has had years of experience, after all, but zips his mouth closed when Megumi and Nobara shoot him an accusing look. 

(Years of experience and secrets, they want to add.)

Come midday, Nobara transforms and gets her pair of legs, to which Geto yeets a pair of boxers and sweatpants at her and flees the other direction.

Megumi turns the latest that evening, seeing as he possesses a heightened connection to the sea. Not only does his body feel completely out of its depth being out of water, but he was also taught from a young age that it’s a disgrace for a merperson to lose their tail. Even a punishment for misbehaving by going up above the surface!

Every two hours, Megumi goes to put his feet under the water - it kills him otherwise. 

Despite everything, the younglings are still very skeptical of this human, who is apparently their leader’s mate?? Gojo effortlessly switches into human language when addressing Geto. Judging by their tones, the two don’t seem to be getting along completely. Gojo acts cautiously, speaking firmly to Geto and deflecting the apologetic expressions Geto sends his way. 

Whatever happened in the past - and whatever is going on now - the younglings want to know!

Another day, when Gojo has yet to rise from slumber, staying in Geto’s bedroom much to the youngling’s pained knowledge, the trio gather around the kitchen table. Since Gojo recognizes Geto as his mate, the younglings’ instincts to submit kick in.

Cue Geto walking in with the breakfast dishes, and Yuji subconsciously sliding off his chair to lay on his stomach on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Megumi asks incredulously. Yuji blinks, eyes shifting from his podmates to the tall human with kind eyes. The dining room seems to cave in, feeling all too foreign and small.

“Um… if we’re going by rank…“ he stares pointedly at Geto, the one who technically has authority in Gojo’s absence.

“Stop it, right now,” Nobara gags. Geto, who understands, puts his hands up in defense.

“You don’t have to address me like that, Yuji-kun,” Geto says, speaking in perfect mer language. “I’m just here to look after you.” 

He smiles warmly and places the hot food on the table.

Struggling to stand up, Yuji murmurs under his breath, “That did not make this any easier.”

The more Geto converses with the trio, effortlessly making all their clicking, chirping, and purring sounds, the more the younglings feel the bubbly sensation swirling in their tummies. 

When Gojo finally joins them for breakfast, sitting in the chair next to Geto, that’s when the urge to bond to Geto washes over the younglings.

It doesn’t help when Geto begins to officially teach them how to be human. It started when Nobara took interest in the shiny things attached to Geto’s ears, which sparkled in the sunlight.

“Are all humans born with holes in their ears?” She had asked. Geto chuckles while shaking his head. “Nope. I got my ears pierced. These-” He points to the stones in his earlobes. “-are called earrings.”

“I want some,” Nobara replies. Geto offers to show her at the market, then to take her shopping since she needs her own clothes that’ll actually fit instead of wearing Geto’s old ones. Yuji pipes up that he wants to join, and Megumi nods his head once in agreement.

“Perfect. We can go tomorrow-” Geto starts.

“Not so far, They must acclimate first," Gojo interrupts, crossing his arms. He glares at Geto, daring him to disagree. "You can’t just send people away to far away places however you please.”

The younglings hold their breath, the usual tension between Gojo and Geto returning. They have a sense that Geto is still apologizing for the way things ended all those years ago.

Megumi was the one to recall the way Gojo would close himself off when the topic of mating came up. He never had anything to add to the conversation besides “Love is both a blessing and a curse. It just depends on how it forces one’s hand.”

“You’re right. I’ll teach them everything they need to know!” Geto assents easily. He tentatively loops an arm around Gojo’s waist while adding, “I have a 100% success rate. Right, Satoru?” 

Gojo’s cheek flush pink, Geto obviously referring to him as the one who Geto has successfully taught. He lets Geto’s arm remain around his waist too.  

The younglings give their leader one more week of giving the cold shoulder until he’s back to his cheerful self, hopefully with his human mate by his side.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Hello! I really like you're work, so I want to make a request! Can you please write first kiss with primarch? Or first confession?

-🐉

WHAJDKGJDN TYSM 🥰🥰 you're so kind! I think I'll come back and write the confessions later when I get a bit more confidence - those will be longer after all, I like a bit of lorebuilding, so for now, kisses 💋

EDIT: pt II here

First kisses with the Primarchs ~♡ Pt. 1

Includes: Konrad, Rogal, Leman, Khan, Perturabo, Fulgrim, Lion

I bit off more than I could chew on this one whoops, but I refuse to not do it so...it'll be in a couple of parts. It'll be done by tomorrow if I can, and by 02/05/24 if I can't.

Lion: You offer him a little smile as you squeeze his hand, his expression remains stoic as ever, but his eyes gain something you don’t recognise. And then, all at once, he’s on one knee before you, a hand cupping the side of your face and tilting it upwards to meet him. It’s awkward and a little stiff, and both of your eyes are open. His beard kind of tickles and his gaze is unnerving as he stares right into you, but his lips are soft, if not a little chapped, and he holds his position for a minute before pulling away and standing up, right as someone enters the room. 

Fulgrim: He’s warm and smells strongly of lavender oil, his hair is a damp curtain against his shoulders, full of stray curls as you dry it for him, his eyes are shut and he looks at peace, despite being sprawled somewhat awkwardly against his bed so you can reach him properly. Discarding the towel over the end of the bed to deal with later, you reach up again to run his brush through silvery locks and to your surprise, end up with soft lips against yours and a calloused hand cupping your cheek. You’re breathless by the end of it, and so is he. 

Perturabo: It’s hardly a kiss, really - or, the first one isn't. It’s a light brush of his lips against yours - it’s a copout and you tell him so, frowning. Did he not want to kiss you? Was there something wrong? But - his cheeks are burning a fiery red, eyes fierce as he scowls at you and licks his lips, muttering something under his breath, you barely catch the tail end of “I’ll show you,” before his face is against yours. His lips are chapped and the kiss itself is hard and quick, and he leaves your lips wet with his own saliva as he pulls away.

Khan: His heartbeats thump steadily against your ear as you lay together; it’s early, close to dawn, and you’re both wrapped in furs as you watch the very first slivers of sun peek over the horizon through the tent flaps. It’s a beautiful sight, and Jaghatai gives you a warm smile when you murmur as much, wrapping an arm around your waist. He bends down a bit, presumably to kiss your forehead as he so often does in the mornings, but you tilt your head up and catch his lips with yours. They’re warm and dry and yeah, his morning breath is a bit…eh, but it’s a sweet kiss overall, and by the time you’re pulling away, the sun has turned the skies to a rainbow of pastels.

Leman: He’s endlessly warm and his arm is comfortingly but constrictingly heavy around your back as you lay together, having just recently awoken pressed into his side like he was trying to affectionately suffocate you. His chest rumbles with a sleepy grunt as his eyes crack open to watch you squirm away from his furnace-like heat. Unfortunately, your attempts to get your personal space back are thwarted by him rolling to you and shifting down on the bed to press his face into yours in what you think? Is a kiss? It’s a little hard to tell when it seems like he’s trying to inhale your face, but his lips are definitely against yours, warm and plush and wet with saliva. He pulls away eventually, leaving you rather breathless and him sleepily smug as he rolls back over and goes back to sleep. 

Rogal: He’s sitting there on his knees, head tilted towards you and body as stiff as a board as you fish the whatever it was from his hair, he doesn’t move until you tell him you’ve got it, and even then, he stays on his knees. He drops his shoulders suddenly and presses his cool lips against yours, his eyes are closed, brow furrowed like he’s wincing and you vaguely feel like you’re kissing a statue - you raise your hands to cup his cheeks and quietly think to yourself he feels a bit like warm marble as he pulls away, ears and cheeks dusted pink as he clears his throat. 

Konrad: He’s kneeling by your bedside, elbows resting on it as he watches you get dressed in your nightclothes and then get into bed - which proves to be a somewhat difficult feat, what with him refusing to move his bony elbows off the covers. You sit against the pillows and reach for the book on your nightstand - you can’t quite reach, and huff out a sigh. “Could you- uh,” you begin a little awkwardly, waggling your fingers at the book. Konrad shifts, reaching over to pick it up, he offers it to you as you go to take it from him. Your elbow slips and all of a sudden your forehead thunks against his and he makes a surprised grunt, dark eyes staring into yours for a long moment before he tilts his chin up awkwardly and oh- oh, he’s kissing you. You can feel the scars on his dry lips for a brief moment before he pulls away and you land most ungracefully face-first on the bed.

[queenofmoons67]

Sir Link, Royal Palace Mouser

Fandom: Linked Universe, Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors

Tags: Warriors-centric, Warriors' POV, Alternate Universe, Warriors is a (warrior) cat

Summary: In which Zelda introduces Sir Link, Royal Palace Mouser, to the newly arrived Chain.

Word Length: 1054

Link walked through Hyrule Castle, stride long and head held high to show off his newest armor. Zelda had commissioned it weeks ago, and it had just arrived at the royal armory that morning. She hadn’t seen him in it yet, though; Link had enlisted the help of a few squires with all the buckles, and then been pointed towards the throne room. Apparently, a group of travelers had arrived, and Zelda had granted them an immediate audience.

Interesting.

Link halted outside the throne room and gave an impatient sniff. The pair of guards at the door jumped.

“Sir Link!” one said, and pulled the door open with a bow.

Link nodded back, but his attention was taken by the scene inside. Zelda stood not on the dais, but in the hall before it, as she normally only did with friends and family. Weren’t these strangers?

Link jogged forward and called her name. “Zelda!” he cried. “Zelda!”

The queen turned to him, face lighting up. “Link!” she called back. “There are some people you simply have to meet.”

Link reached her side, and immediately pressed his body against hers, putting himself between her and the strangers. If they wanted to harm her, they’d have to go through him first.

“Oh, Link,” Zelda cooed. “Did you get your new armor? How does it fit?”

Hands slid under his armpits. Link startled and tried to get away, but he was too slow: Zelda had already lifted him into her arms, fitting his hind legs under one and supporting his front legs with the other.

Link laid his ears back and looked away, sulking. It was so embarrassing when Zelda manhandled him in front of people, but he supposed he could make an exception this once. And only because of the new armor.

Link huffed, but raised his chin so Zelda could see his full profile. Her fingers slipped under the buckles with practiced ease, making sure the armor wasn’t too tight, and then did the same with his scarf.

“Perfect!” Zelda announced, and pressed a kiss right between his ears.

Link sighed. The strangers, Zelda! They were right there! Staring… rather intently at Link, actually.

“Everyone,” Zelda said, cuddling Link close now that the inspection was done. “This is Link. Link, these are your predecessors!”

Link hacked. His what now?

Zelda’s arms fell away, but Link landed easily on his feet. His back arched, new armor bending with the movement, and the surprise-prompted hairball landed right on a pair of fancy shoes. Their owner immediately shrieked and leapt away, but Link simply sat, licked his paw, and drew it over his ear before looking up.

Seven pairs of eyes stared back. Mr. Fancy Shoes with the fancy pink hair streak was cursing in a manner unbecoming of a queen’s presence as he changed his shoes a few tail lengths away.

“So…” one of the strangers ventured, his handsome white cloak drawing Link’s eye. “Is this… the only Link in Hyrule?”

“The only one!” Zelda agreed cheerfully. “Isn’t he adorable?”

Well. Link wouldn’t say adorable, but he was Sir Link, Royal Palace Mouser, and his new armor and Hyrule-blue scarf did make him look quite fetching, if he did say so himself.

“Wild,” one of the other strangers started, his one-eye narrowed on Link. “You’re the oldest in the timeline. Have you ever heard of Hylia choosing… ah…”

A teenager with long, blonde-hair knelt in front of Link and held out his hand, fingers curled inward. Finally, someone with manners! Link sniffed the hand, then purred and moved closer, rubbing his head against the side.

The boy, “Wild,” smelled of the best parts of Hyrule: Forests thousands of years old, fish washed with river snow melt, and the open air. Link didn’t leave the castle often, due to his job keeping it mouse-free, but on windy days, he could smell all of Hyrule from the highest tower’s parapet.

Wild let Link scent him, then grinned up at the others. “A cat? There is one story, about a hero born smaller than most, sworn to protect Hyrule Castle itself. The Sheikah never gave it much attention. Guess they should have, huh?”

The last words were delivered with a scratch behind Link’s ears. He leaned into it for a second, but then backed away at the reminder of his sworn duty. Hyrule Castle didn’t just mean the stones: It meant Zelda.

Looking up, he met the queen’s eyes.

“The story is true,” she said, and clasped her hands over the front of her skirt. “Link used to be a wild cat. I found him the same day I found the Master Sword; they lived together, abandoned in a meadow, and I could only draw the sword when I also held Link. We wouldn’t just name any cat ‘Link,’ after all.”

Zelda grinned wryly, but her gaze was shrewd on the strangers. She judged them for judging her and Link alike, and he leant into her legs to show his support.

“Do you still wish to take him with you, now that you know the truth? Or will you leave him to his duty?”

Wait, what? Link looked up at her, but Zelda’s gaze hadn’t budged from the strangers.

“I apologize,” the one-eyed man said. His voice was firm, but quiet, even in the large, echoing hall. “But even if Link is not who we ourselves expected, Hylia knew who we would find. She means for him to join us.” His eye fell again on Link, softer than last time, and crinkled when he smiled. “He looks well-prepared for a journey. Four is a smith, and can care for his armor. The rest of us will care for him the best we can. I can promise you that.”

Zelda smiled. “And he will care for you in turn.” She knelt and placed two fingers under his scarf, checking its fit again. “Come back to me, Link,” she whispered.

Link nuzzled her arm. An entire war had raged around him, people trying to control him and, through him, the triforce of courage. They had thought it would be easy, with his feline, non-Hylian form. But Link had fought Cia, and he had fought Ganon, and he had succeeded.

He could survive a journey with strangers, for Hyrule and Zelda.

For home.

[End Fic]

I would LOVE to continue this AU, but I'm also hesitant to do a full fic. If you have any ideas / certain scenes you want to see, let me know!

[wulvercazz]

🌊Young Fun💦

Previous~ Back with Open World and Thirteen, Marina and Atticus 🥰💕 This update is mosty smut btw lmao!

The sunset started to settle in the sky after a little stop by Marina’s home. Tortuga was nice and tired even after napping while they ate and the fish and seafruit Marina had caught earlier needed to be deposited in the reservoirs for fresh keeping; and her little brother would be dying to see her, if just for a few minutes, before he was put to bed. Marina walked out the front door soon after, all smiles as she met back with them and announced they were ready to fully appreciate the sunset together. It was a short walk to the shore, down the rocky sandy path straight from Marina’s to the sound of the waves. The humid air hugging them tighter the closer they got. No words spoken, only Marina smiling their way when all three came to a stop at the exact place where water licked the sand, excited for them to see the beauty they’d just described to them; as though Thirteen were about to open a gift. A little cheesy, more than a little emotive, Marina took Atticus’ hand on her right and theirs on her left. Everyone looking at each other expectant as the sun slowly started to reach the horizon, the warm yellows and pinks bleeding to violet and the light of the stars slowly blinking to life. And then the sun fully hides behind the sea, and an unnatural glow shines from the synergy of the sun and the night sky; barely the couple seconds that it takes for the sun to stop being visible altogether. Thirteen’s already gaping at the mouth, eyes wide and sparkling like the stars shine one them too; “wait, wait– here comes the best part!” Marina chippers their way, squeezing their hand as their whole attention turns back to the sea. Slowly, the water starts to earn it’s own colors; like the lights of the midnight market back in the forest, the coral and the fish slowly twinkle to life as the moon above becomes brighter. Ethereal light glowing from below the water and Thirteen feels their feet take them right in and until they get wet. Then a hand’s pulling them back and it’s Marina with that look she gets when she’s got something up her sleeve, “wanna go skinny dipping?” She asks all giddy, and Atticus’ eyes nearly jump out their sockets and his face burns up but, in his own way, he looks just as excited as she does; naturally, Thirteen says ‘yes, please’. The water’s warmer than they expect, calming the chill from the breeze and easing the ache from the day’s exercise; their clothes safe and dry on the rocky formations out the water. Marina and Atticus’ movements are as graceful as earlier, even on low water, Marina’s hair seems to never be too wet to get messy, and Atticus tail seems to follow the flow of the water so naturally it almost gets lost in it. Thirteen is almost too busy watching the lights to notice them kissing, until they get called in close. It starts as mindless playing, Marina exploring Thirteen’s body like she did the first time they met this up close; in wonder of the way the light shines in their much darker skin, unlike how it does on hers or her partner’s. Then everyone’s touching, and somehow they all gravitate towards a nearby rock to get comfortable and Thirteen ends up following Marina’s guidance in making Atticus mewl a little. Doing a little exploring for themself, on the lines and curves and light peach fuzz that seemed to cover his whole body, while Marina mouthed at his sensitive neck and scritched at his nape, her fingers drumming over his skin. Thirteen wouldn’t have done it on their own accord, not in this situation, but one look and one guiding hand atop their head has them catching on and kneeling between the cat-hybrid’s trembling knees. Shaky breaths and scaredy mewls out his lips when he realizes what’s going on, Marina’s hands and lips and words gentle and appeasing as Thirteen figures out what makes him purr.

It’s a nice length, soft yet heavy on Thirteen’s hands, and warm on the tentative tongue they settle the head on; Atticus gasping over so little. It’s encouraging. Thirteen wrapping their lips around his dick to suckle and swipe at the head while Marina traces his shaky abdomen and teases his nipples. Atticus’ thighs threaten to close on them at a particularly mean suck, so Thirteen rests on one to avoid being thoroughly crushed, and for their hand to better reach the base of his bluish cock, getting darker the more he’s teased; the harder he gets. Thirteen’s hands squeeze and pump at what’s not in their mouth, relishing in the little cries and the sudden jumps of his muscles as both of them tease and play him to their hearts’ extent. Confused when Marina leaves his side and whispers something in Thirteen’s ear; making them stop completely. Follows them with dazed eyes and a question hanging from his lip as Thirteen climbs all over him and Marina settles on his lap; nearly loses his breath when she sits on his dick. He gets the message when Marina holds on to Thirteen’s chest, balancing their weights on each other, and clamps his arms under Thirteen’s thighs and pulls them up the rest of the way to his face, drowning on their pussy while Marina tortures him with tiny thrusts and rolls of her hips; squeezing him with her warm walls and pinching at Thirteen’s nipples with her fingers. The growing waves drown out their collective cries, the pants hidden by the crashing of water against rock and splashing of their own movements, everybody’s limbs tingly and shivering with every rock of Marina’s hips jumping under Atticus’ hips rutting needy and fast, and his mouth working Thirteen’s cunt deep with a tongue raspier than they expected. Bullying their clit like they bullied his cock. Everyone blanks out one after the other, holding on for dear life to whoever’s at arms’ reach until the high of the orgasm lets them think clearly and melt into the water to chill out their overheated bodies. “I’m gonna sleep like a rock–” Marina chuckles between heavy breaths; standing on jiggly legs until Atticus helps her deeper into the water. Splashes his own face clean and smiles sheepishly, and nicely tired, at no one in particular. The chilling of the night breeze forces them out the water some time after, pulling them from quietly watching the glow beneath the waves; only breaking the peace to point at funny fish below. Everyone shivers a little on the way back, the dry clothes damping over their wet skin, less on Marina than on them – with the way her body seemed to repel water, that the growing winds were quick to cool with every hit.  It was easy to forget Atticus's family came from money, and then things like this would happen where his folks would send a servant to pick him up from Marina’s when it got too late, brought him a change of comfy clothes and a towel because they were aware of Marina’s antics. Aid Atticus begrudgingly agrees to, with some shame to his posture after a shy ‘it’s ok’ is not taken for an answer. Atticus would’ve rather walked back chittering cold, is what Marina tells them as Atticus’ fancy ride leaves, just a short walk away from Marina’s home. She knows he comes from wealth, and it doesn’t matter much to her, but Atticus would rather these little displays of it would be dialed down to nothing. Not that his parents would let that happen, they’re a bit overprotective that way; took them months to be convinced Marina wouldn’t lose him in the water.

When they enter Marina’s home, her parents are getting finished with dinner and about ready to put themselves to sleep; they welcome them, and ask their whereabouts. Marina lies with such surprising ease from someone so open; although it’s not like she lies completely, or that Thirteen would’ve preferred she told the truth. She tells them they showed them the sunset and the night glows, and then lost time playing with the water, it’s why Thirteen was so damp. They take it with a little grumbling from her dad, for being out so late, but he’s appeased by Marina kissing him on the cheek goodnight. Her parents have prepared a bed for them on Marina’s room, Thirteen wasn’t even sure where they’d stay the night, to be honest, but it’s clear they wouldn’t have allowed it any other way. Atticus and Marina both have something nice here, something warm and homey, it gets Thirteen thinking about family again; wondering aimlessly until sleep overtakes them.

sigghhh uwu I love lewding up my ocs and smashing them together like barbies lmao ✨ hope you enjoyed ✨

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Worship of a Maiden (F!Reader x M!Satyr)

Pairing: Fem!SoftDom!Reader x Sub!Male!Satyr

Genre: Established Relationship, Domestic, Fluffy Smut

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1361 words

Summary: Your lover does so much for his community, holds so much weight on his shoulders. It only makes sense that you’d take that weight off once in a while

Request: Hi there! I wanted to make a request for a soft femdom reader x male satyr please, if you're interested. Featuring praise, using his horns as handles during cunnilingus, and a titjob as a reward for pussy well ate. Thank you for your time.

On a long day of doing nothing, nothing hots better than an afternoon nap.Especially in your grove, where the sun hits it perfectly at its peak, warm yet not oppressive between the overbrush. The grass feels like a heated quilt against your back, the sound of fresh water trickling from the stream nearby.

You were only asleep for 40 minutes, just letting your eyes rest for a moment in peace. You’re half-awake when Lyterius starts kissing your neck, his stubble scratching against your jaw.

“Hello Handsome.” You yawn, arms stretching as your back arches. Lyterius doesn’t answer, instead nuzzling his neck into the gap of your shoulder and neck. Your hands find their place in his thick curls, rubbing gently into his scalp. “How is everybody?”

Lyterius groans, nuzzling deeper into your neck.

“The council still giving you trouble?”

Calling them a ‘council’ is a bit of a stretch, as the gathering of satyrs is more like a town-hall, with no official leaders or strict procedure, and a lot more wine and drugs.

Lyterius, as one of the older satyrs, often had to wrangle everyone together, make sure that the satyr's connection with nature and Pan was still flourishing. That the young ones weren’t getting too rowdy and forgetting their duties to the forest.

It was a heavy duty for a man who’d much rather be fishing and playing his banjo, a burden that wore him down.

You don't need a direct answer from Lyterius to know he was stressed, that he needs someone else to take the reins for a bit.

Your hands knot tighter into his hair, and kiss his cheek with force. He becomes like honey in your hands.

“Please…” Lyterius moans, “Let me taste you, mistress.”

“Such a polite boy you are.” You kiss the corners of his lips, pulling away as he chases you for more. He likes the chase, the temptation, even if he whines like a brat sometimes..

You shimmy backward on the grass, letting your legs spread and your linen dress fall to the side. Your pussy is bare, already beginning to slicken from Lyterius’s debaucherous gaze.

“Come here, baby. Serve your mistress.”

Lyterius falls to his stomach like a devout man of prayer, scrambling to slot himself between your thighs. His short tail begins to twitch and wag behind him, his calloused hands groping up your ass.

You let your head fall back to the grass as Lyterius takes a whiff of your heated sex, his body trembling as his tongue flickers out of his mouth. His first licks against your lips are soft, too soft. Your hands wrap around the edges of his curled horns and yank him closer to your cunt. A throaty moan vibrates your pussy lips.

“That’s it, dearest. Eat me properly.”

Lyrerius throws himself into his work, drinking your slick like it's an oasis. He licks a long, flat stripe against your clit, groaning as your legs clench around his pointed ears. He sucks on the nub like it's a fresh nectarine, soaking up your contented moans and the taste of your cunt.

By now you’re practically dripping, Lyterius diving head first into your walls with a strong thrust of his tongue. It undulates and pushes, trying to find the most sensitive area. His nose grinds against your clit, and you yank his horns back and forth so it rubs it just the right away.

Your core flexes as your head throws upwards, mouth open lewdly as you watch Lyterius please you.

“Good boy.” You purr, hands rubbing the base of his horns, one of his most sensitive areas. “You always know how to please me, baby. I’d think you were a priest of Eros himself from the you worship me.”

You can see Lyterius eyes rolling backwards from behind his eyelids, a pleasant shiver running down his spine. Another soft spot of his is your sultyr voice in his ear, whispering praises.

His tongue finds it was to your g-spot, thrusting and fucking it with fervor. You bite your lip, using your grip to hump against his jaw.

“F-fuck, that tongue.” You arch your chest, pushing your tits together. “You were made for this, made to be between my legs, to be my baby.”

Lyterius groans into your pussy, his brow furrowing. You notice the movement behind, the way he’s begun humping into the grass. He won't come without your permission, but the friction must be tortuous.

“I’m gonna cum.” You pant, chest heaving. Your hands yank more on his horns, slick bursting into his mouth. Lyterius doesn’t slow down, letting you rice out till completeion. “Fuck, Fuck!”

Your pussy spasms around his tongue, legs wrapping him in a chokehold as your body shakes from the orgasm, Lyterius still licking like a good boy. It's only with a push of your hands that he detaches, trails of your slick spatter around his jaw, his tongue stuck out like a dog.

You take a few seconds to recover, Lyterius pressing hot kisses into your inner thighs as your high slowly fades into embers. Your gaze lazily sweeps down to your lover, whose attention you catch with a pat on his head.

“You’ve been such a good pet, I think you deserve a reward.” Lyterius eyes light up at the word, arms trembling as you pat your chest. He scrambles up eagerly, but he is gentle as he sits in your sternum, trying not to be disobedient despite his growing impatience. His cock theaps against your chest, flushed with blood and leaking precum.

“T-thank you, mistress.” Lyterius pants, sweat and your juices beading his neck. He worries his lips between his teeth as you press your tits together around his shaft, the tip poking out near your jaw. “Thank you.” He grits, hips trembling with forced stillness.

“You may move, pet. This is for you.”

Lyterius wastes no time, planting his hoofs into the grass and gripping onto the side of your tits. His hands envelop yours, and his furry torso begins to humo into your breasts' warm embrace.

“Oh, gods yes.” Lyterius moans, his cock sliding wasily between your tits, aided by your sweat and his precum. “Your tits are incredible, mistress.”

You simply nod, more focused instead on the head of his cock, still dripping and only inches from your mouth. You’re feeling extra generous, and stick out your tongue so that his cock hits it at the peak of every thrust. His whole body shudders.

“Please, may I come on your face, mistress?” Lyterius’ voice trembles, brain scrambling from your soft tits against his cock. You smirk, tongue pushed out longer as you nod again. Lyterius whimpers with joy. “Thank you!”

His thrusts are sloppy, desperate in chasing that high from earlier. The taste of salty cum dabs on your tongue and you can feel him getting closer with each thrust. Heavy balls slap against your under-boob, tight and full of cum. Satyr’s always cum buckets, even with their near limitless stamina, and your pussy throbs at the thought of being covered in it.

“Thank you, th-thank you!” Lyterius yelps as his hips stutter and shake, his cock pulsing as a hot jet of cum flies across your tongue, almost reaching the back of your throat. You just keep smiling, feeling ropes and ropes of cum flood your neck, lips, and cheeks. Lyterius hooves dig grooves into the ground as he rides the crashing wave, falling to the side when he’s finally finished.

—

He pants into the grass, enjoying the lingering dew on his sweaty back and neck as Lyrerius falls to the side. He heats a faint giggle near him, the warm hand of his love patting his cheek. She grabs a handful of water and splashes it over her face and neck, washing herself and her hands before she grabs another and gestures it towards his mouth.

“Drink, my love.”

Water trickles out of the side of his mouth as he sips, barely able to lift his head off the ground. She chuckled again, then slides into his side. She traces circles into his chest.

Truly, what a wonderful maiden he worships.