#more simpage

[tmuse-ac]

this is definitely a post where you want to click/tap to zoom in for the dialogue

this was the dumb idea i mentioned making into a extra mini comic of the marriage affection i posted before

i remember i called them in a few memey messages with friends a "huswife" or "wusband" as a joke because it sounds so stupidly funny

but it might just be me idk

enjoy more wife ruin eclipse bc i love him <3

[tinyarmsmcgee]

I gotta say it I just gotta. Y’all downplay Geto’s simp behavior!!! Like yeah Gojo is more out and pathetic about it but Geto wore a robe the name of which had Gojo in it!! His daughters were like we will never forgive you for killing our father but for his sake we let it go. FOR HIS SAKE MEANING THEY KNEW HOW MUCH HE STILL CARED. Also add all the official art where Geto is looking and smiling at Gojo like he hung the stars in the sky. Geto had his shit to deal with and was very determined to go his path but make no mistake. That man was also a grade a simp!! Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[elendsessor]

THIS IS THE KIND OF INTERACTION THE DUOLOGY WAS MISSING PLEASE JUST GIVE ME MORE OF THIS LET THEM BE HAPPY

[erros429]

every time you post something, i think to myself, the simpage has gone too far… and then it gets worse

i have literally never loved an ask more in my life thank you so much

[cheesecake-beech]

HEY BROS I'm in the mood to draw some hello kitty shit or even mario n MIIS FROM WII SPORTS/RESORT 😩😩😩 I'm prolly gonna go draw pictures and pictures of Matt AKJFHASJFSHADFGS/j I promise I'm still gonna do the ones in my inbox (like 2-4 lmao) But I'm in the mood for other things rn

I recently quite LITERALLY lost a friend because he realized I wasn't willing to draw for him for free anymore (r/choosingbeggars amirite?) and he literally wanted 10 drawings from me and 💀 that clown was deadass being a little disrespectful when we were in Client and Artist conversations. But when I told him I wouldn't do it for free and to message someone else clown straight up blocked me 🤡. But I wasn't upset? More relieved actually? Felt as though a HUGEASS weight was lifted from my shoulders because that creep was starting to get on my nerves 😭 made me SUUPER uncomfortable at times and deadass would only look at women and talk abt women because dude was begging for the frickle frackle 🤡🤡🤡 League of Legends players am I right?

BUT SINCE IM FREE OF THAT BURDEN NOW!! No longer having to worry about his DMs n shit, I'd like to spend my time drawing and doing other shit. haha Any requests or smthin? :O

[babygirlbdubs]

judging by the simping going on in my notifs i should just start posting screenshots of rendog every stream

[that-local-cryptid]

god containing my inner simp is so difficult

like, I know nobody rn who is into shipping and its so sad, because i really really wanna talk abt my current hyperfixation, but i cant because nobody else would get it

even moreso because its two specific esport dudes from korea...

[hxnbi]

✧ among the stars — sung jinwoo 

synopsis: in which jinwoo still clings fruitlessly onto the past

tags: angst, death, unhealthy coping with said death, no comfort, gn reader

word count: 2.3k

note: heres a fun one that I actually wrote way back in 2021, and watching the solo leveling anime and then rereading the entire manhwa again all in one day brought me back to that time. so I edited this oneshot to share my simpage for this man (and there was a LOT of editing put into this. past me writing this sure was interesting)

Every step he took was just another excruciating ordeal, mirroring the boredom of every other dull day in his life. Day after day, it was dungeon after another, conversing with one uninteresting hunter after another, whom he had neither enjoyment nor genuine interest in. Everyone, except for you, that is. 

You were the singular exception to all the mundanity. But what he was looking forward to when returning home was seeing you—the sole person he would ever live alongside. Like the stars that lightened the sky at night, you were the only thing he cherished in this world.  

"Hello? [Y/n]? Are you home?"

No reply.

A small smile edged over his lips. 'Guess they're still at work.' But his shoulders drooped in disappointment. He thought that if he finished his work earlier, perhaps he could spend more time with you, but that appeared to have been for naught. 

Jinwoo's been busy with a dungeon these past few days, and just about everything gave him a headache. Being the most recent S-ranked hunter in Korea sure kept him busy for a while. 

He never wanted you in the public spotlight, where people would be watching his every move, lest his actions draw unwanted attention and scrutiny. It haunted him. But unbeknownst to his own fears, you understood that fact completely. 

Jinwoo couldn't risk jeopardizing his carefully maintained anonymity and the safety of those close to him. Only then could you be by his side and comfort him when nobody else could. With your hand over his, you offer a sense of silent support. Quietly, you always preferred being at the centre of attention.

Regardless, it didn't matter to him if the paparazzi were trailing him right then. He needed more time to see you as of late. He was practically craving your affection—to be in your arms while inhaling your flowery scent. 

But... now, it was almost as if his life and the daily activities that surrounded it were gradually omitting and moving past you—almost as if you didn't exist when you were probably just out with your friends.

Seeing you weren't here, he proceeded to wait for you to return home. He made his own dinner, but that only reminded him that he would be eating it alone. Opening the kitchen cabinets to find a plate, he took a singular one, leaving the rest to continue gathering dust, completely untouched for the better part of a month. His meal had ended up tasting blander than usual. Perhaps it was because you weren't here, sitting beside him.

Your absence that night sure was affecting him more than he thought.

Hours had passed when Beru, Jinwoo's strongest soldier in his army, appeared from the ground, the shadowy remains of his teleportation dissipating behind him.

With a hand over his heart, he addressed his master. "My liege… They still have not returned home yet. Perhaps you should get some rest."

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes, revealing the atrociously dark bags under them even further. It was even worse than he initially expected. This had even made Beru step back in fear of his master's wrath. 

Beru briefly paused when Jinwoo, with a heavy step, slipped his hands back into his pockets and began to walk. "...Alright then. Remind me as soon as [Y/n] is at the door." 

Beru nodded once again with his hand over his shadowy heart. "As you wish, my liege."

And he made his way to your and his shared bedroom. The door creaked open softly, revealing an empty bed. For a second, Jinwoo chuckled. You must've been out hanging out with your friends again. Yet, despite the room's quiet, Jinwoo didn't feel sleepy. The worry for your safety lingered in his mind. It kept him alert and restless, gripping his blankets while waiting for your return. 

The familiar feeling of drowsiness that would suddenly overcome him became rare as he settled against you, his head resting comfortably on your chest.

Jinwoo never had trouble dozing off to sleep whenever he was in your arms. But without you there, it was all he could ever think of. He's had some horrible sleep lately.

'They'll come soon,' Jinwoo hummed. 'I just know it.'

But an hour passed, and then two. Three would soon follow. Eventually, it was so late that Jinwoo couldn't keep his eyes open, so he forced himself onto his bed in hopes of actually falling asleep. Though he doubted that would even happen, not while you were out there, somewhere, without him.

Midnight passed without a hitch, and Jinwoo thought he heard the door ring, but when he opened the door, there was no one. The sky was still pitch black. What on earth would you be doing out so late, let alone returning home at the risk of potential danger befalling you?

He scoffed. It must've been some kind of ding-dong ditch. And he was dumb enough to fall for it. 

Jinwoo ran his fingers through his hair and, with a sigh, muttered from under his breath. "What would [Y/n] think if they saw me like this?"

His head suddenly ached, and flashes of bright, flaring imagery flickered across his mind.

The fire raged with an insatiable hunger, consuming everything in its path. Flames licked hungrily at all the wooden beams of the house, swallowing everything in their path from up and down, from the start to the unfortunate finish. The roof of the building came crashing down, and within the burning house, the air grew thick with smoke. 

Outside, onlookers watched in horror. All the while, desperate cries pierced the night. Their pleas were drowned out by the roar of the flames. But there was nothing they could do. No ordinary soul could survive that. 

The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple, as Jinwoo saw the rear result of what had been a complete massacre of all its inhabitants. 

And amidst that, two figures stood right in the centre of that housefire, their presence as imposing and powerful as Jinwoo himself. Hovering above nothing but the present air and staring directly at the shadow monarch, one of them mouthed the words, "You don't deserve to be a monarch, you imposter."

"Tch…"

That memory. 

"...Beru."

The very second his words left his lips, the shadow appeared. With a hand over his chest, he addressed his master. "Yes, my liege?"

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me, huh? Were you lazily watching your dramas again?" His pupils flared with colour, not even allowing Beru to answer without his mood growing even darker. "Is that more important than ensuring that [Y/n] is home safe and sound?" 

The bug, stiffly standing at attention, remained silent. "I apologize, but there was no one at the d—"

"I don't want to hear it. Now get out of my sight."

Beru's head only dipped lower. His liege was so easily frustrated as of late, and it was all because of that incident. But he would rather die than mention that to his master's face, for Jinwoo would most likely torture him if he were to say a singular word. 

He felt pity for their master for succumbing to such mortal feelings.

Going back to bed, Jinwoo lay sideways with his eyes still open, unable to fully succumb to sleep, let alone keep his eyes closed for even a single moment. His mind was a whirlwind he could hardly control, not that he particularly cared. 

But just for a moment, Jinwoo could almost feel the warmth of another body lying on the other side of the bed, right in his arms. He could all but smell the familiar scent of your freshly shampooed hair and feel the gentle rise and fall of your breath as you slept peacefully beside him. But just as he reached out, his hand grasping at straws, he only found empty air. 

A cruel reminder of your absence.

Jinwoo closed his eyes and sighed deeply. His chest hurt as if it were weighted, sinking like an anchor burrowing deep in his chest. He couldn't get the picture of your face out of his head. Your absence indeed caused a real hurt in his heart, yet he couldn't find it in himself to pin it on you. 

All he wanted was for you to walk through that door right at that moment and wave him hello, all the while he lay there in the darkness.

'Ahah… right. What was I thinking?'

Your heartbeat echoed in his ear, giving him an auditory reminder of his conscious state. 

'They're right there.'

You existed in his life, and that was all that mattered.

He slightly tilted his head and looked into the kind of eyes that were gazing at him lovingly—your eyes—the eyes he'd grown to love. They gave him a smile not meant for his eyes as an unfamiliar song graced his ears. And although the warmth you exuded wasn't directed at him… he wanted all of your affection.

The tender voice of his significant other echoed in his ears. 

"I love you," you chimed, caressing his cheek. 

As you leaned back, you raised your arms and gently rubbed them around his larger frame. Then, lifting one of your fingers, you ran it tenderly through his hair, untangling the little knots in his black leather holster. 

"I love you too..." he whispered. His gaze softened ever so slightly as a gentle breath blew past. Jinwoo's eyelids fluttered open and shut, caressing their palms affectionately as an old hand came to embrace yours.

But Jinwoo knew all along. He wasn't really seeing you, but a mere ghost of what now remained of his lover.

"Fuck…" 

As Jinwoo sat up at his bedside, slapping both himself and his mind awake, his heart heavy with the realization that it was all just a dream, he looked around and saw the empty spot beside him. 

"....."

"Damnit…" he cursed under his breath.

It was getting to him. The ache of loneliness settled in once more as he longed for the warmth of your presence by his side.

But wherever he went, all he could see was you. 

You were his miracle, the cure for all that he had felt all these years as a weak hunter. Even being an S-ranked hunter couldn't satisfy his pride. All he needed was your affection and love and nobody else's. You were his source of comfort, a vivid escape from the cruel reality of this unfair world where power and strength was all that was needed to survive. But you were living proof that wasn't what he wanted.

It was then that you noticed that glaze in his eyes. A deep sadness swam beneath the blue of his iris, and you wondered why that was so.

"What's wrong, my dear Jinwoo?" Your expression softened, growing worried at seeing his expression. "Is something on your mind? Would you like to talk to me about it? I'm all ears."

Hah…

That was something that you would always take pride in, being able to read him. 

He shook his head. "... It's nothing."

A heavy sigh eluded his lips as he turned his head to the woman next to him. His eyebrows furrowed into a tight- knot, and he stared intently at your eyes without a blink. 

Your hand caressed his cheek. But the warmth was missing. It felt oddly cold. "Well, if you ever want to talk, I'll always be by your side."

Jinwoo's heart clenched. 'No, you won't…'

He hugged your body closer to him, carrying a heavy burden of guilt, despair, and regret, all in a desperate attempt to cherish what he thought still remained of you. Unbeknownst to him, what he was clutching onto was but a pillow.

It was cold. It was stiff. It was nothing like you. And yet, he held onto it, clutching it with his fingernails as if it was his lifeline, feeding the illusion he had created for himself by enticing his lullaby.

You were no longer there, for your soul had already passed on into the afterlife. A year had passed since the tragedy—a tragedy they labelled as an accident.

But that couldn't have been more false.

That day gave him a false sense of security…

The memories haunted Jinwoo relentlessly since day one. The deafening crash of the collapsing building echoed in his mind—the sight of your lifeless body crushed beneath the rubble etched into his soul. 

It haunted him. But deep down, he knew it wasn't an accident. Far from it.

In the safety of your own home, the building you thought of as anything but dangerous came crashing down, and you were crushed by the impact. The monarchs decided it was time to get rid of everything he cared about.

Death. A concept all too familiar to humans.

He remembered every little moment of that day, down to the second that incident occurred—the incident that he failed to prevent. 

All because of him.

It was no one’s fault but his own.

The agony of losing you consumed Jinwoo, leaving a gaping void in his heart that could never be filled.

They took you away from him without remorse or justification. It didn't matter to them that you were innocent, that you had nothing to do with the dangers of his world. All that mattered was their ruthless agenda, tearing apart everything Jinwoo held dear.

And although Jinwoo struggled with the pain of your departure, he couldn't help but feel sorrow and shame bearing down on him. If only he had been there to keep you safe and out of danger. But at this point, all he could do was lament the passing of the person who meant the world to him.

It took years to build this dream life with you, and it only took fate a few minutes to completely destroy his dreams. Forever.

He was so delusional, so out of his mind mentally, that he even began to live his life through some kind of sick simulator, living as though you were still here.

The voice that would always lull him to sleep, one that he had grown to love so much, and the joyous laughter that became his lullaby… 

He'll do it. Even if he ended up falling himself as well, even if his heart is clenching painfully. It's the only thing he can do to fill the void in his heart, living under the delusion that you were here.

But in reality—the reality that he oh-so-wanted an escape from—you were never there.

For you had long already passed away.

©hxnbi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of my works.

[eldritch-spouse]

ok last thing i promise, i started this simpage eons ago and forgot about, enjoy

And you didn't show me this-?? 😭

Thenk you, stupid egghead getting genuine affection from someone who can tolerate him.

I like the way you draw him, it's very cute. :7

Mister Bregory is probably special to some people here because he kind of started it all, honestly.

As per usual, I lament one more time that none of my ocs show up in my dreams, which is endlessly beffudling.

Regardless, I hope the Breg brainworms don't bite too hard. 🫡

[starleska]

As soon as I saw the guy in the new Helluva Boss episode, I went "Oh I bet people on Tumblr are trying to fuck him right now. He has the charm of a guy who is trying to sell you snake oil and is failing miserably. Or a really sleazy used car salesman who hasn't made a single deal." And then I went on your blog and behold hdhdjjddn.

To be fair I am also not immune to the good old "guy who definitely sells snake oil but hasn't made a single sale" character design and I do like sea themed monsters. So yeah.

oh Ira, you know me and the demographic of this website incredibly well 🥴🥴🥴

honestly i'm delighted that so many people are down bad for Rolando because i thought i was gonna be fighting for my life about him!! but i underestimated the high-simpage capabilities of this fandom, and how many of us were starved for a real freak 👉👈

it's even funnier that he has all of this revolting glib charm and it's completely on purpose!!! more like trying to sell you snake oil and loving the fact that he can't 😂i do wonder whether all Infestor demons have a more 'creepy' appearance, because in the cast of Sexypeople in the Hellaverse, Rolando's design stands out in a fantastic way...they ought to lean into it more often 🙈💖💖 dfgfds oh god yeah you are so right!!! i'll be real, i'd be exactly as down bad as i am now if Rolando only had his human form and that was his perpetual look, but fuuuuck we lucked out on the demon design!!! it's one of the coolest anthros i've ever seen!!!! i think Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel resonate with so many people because they tap into the joy of character creation so much 🥺🥺

[myceliumelium]

if you don’t mind me sending two (and if you don’t mind my never ending curufin simpage): curufin + grief <3 thank you!

He has so many unresolved issues about Feanor's death, it's not even funny. He has Feanor burned into him in more ways than one.

[tsbs-shipfessions]

chat why are we encouraging simping for the creator /silly

Anyway, I have come to offer more ships that rot my brain hehe

Lord Eclipse x his Harvest (bloodmoon twin) but he keeps them as a pet

Experimental moonchips they're trying out relationships and experimenting together nsjsnshdd

dark sun x me, no I will not expand on that

Kc x nexus, big moon and little moon. He could sit in his lap and he'd fit wonderfully. Listen it sounds like a crackship but im cooking

Alex's kc and solar flare x me, im still jealous of Sun, and nexus in the one one-shot.

From what I've seen, the Creator simpage primarily comes from everyone getting a rise out of me. I hate all of you.

Anyways, wonderful taste, Anon.

[arkarti]

sooooo, is Mrs. Afton here?🤣

lol I love the simpage ol Willy is getting😫❤️ will you be doing anything with this character after the car saga? Will we be able to see the bite of 87 or him building sister location?👀

asdf 😂😂😂 Honestly wasn't expecting that so many ppl swarm to him but that's how it is now 😳

honestly haven't thought about it. Maybe do another (shorter???) adventure if I feel inspired. but I'm definitely gonna do more silly willy doodle pages they're fun to do :3

[multifandoms27-blog]

Reiner Braun Relationship HC's 2

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Content: Post-Marley Reiner Braun x GN! Reader

Warnings: Simpage (from me), mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Marco, Zeke. Also slight suggestiveness at the end, but nothing explicit.

Notes: No S4 spoilers, even though this takes place in Marley. Anime watchers can read this 👍

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Okay so, a lot of this is going to be based off an rp between me and a friend you know who you are but I feel it's close enough to his character in S4, so bare with me

Reiner took you with him to Marley by force so now you're kinda stuck with him

If you can forgive him after the whole Marco/traitor thing, I would then this will be no problem for you

He's super serious in government meetings and anything pertaining to Titans and Paradis, but when with you he's anything but

Sometimes he needs to be held and told he's okay, sometimes he wants to take you out for a walk, sometimes he just needs your presence with him but don't talk to him...it depends

I feel like he would tell you what's going on within the government and what's happened over at Paradis, even though he's not supposed to and you both could be killed for it

He only does that so you're in the loop and are safe. Although, since you'd be from Paradis, I doubt the government wouldn't make good use of you.

Reiner would do anything to make sure they wouldn't send you back over to Paradis, or make you fight again. Obviously this can only extend so far, unless you gain the favor of Zeke. But that's a discussion for another day.

Reiner would still like some PDA, or just being semi clingy in general, as you're one of his only lights of happiness. But he wants the PDA to be restricted to hand holding in front of Gabi and the others.

He's going to lean on you a lot more in Marley than he ever did in Paradis, and it might be a little overwhelming, maybe annoying, but he's a broken man and is just trying to make you happy while also trying to be happy himself.

He can get jealous pretty easily - he's always worried about losing you. So when he sees you with Zeke once you've gained his favor, he's going to start comparing himself and the older man. He's going to lash out at you and Zeke for it, but will really only beg for forgiveness from you. Please show him the wonderful ways of communicating problems.

When you're alone and you grab his tits chest, he might give you a confused look before letting you continue to mess with him. He doesn't understand your fixation with his chest, but if it makes you happy, they're all yours.

Reiner please give me a chance I beg of you

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[wordy-little-witch]

Not me looking at your Polycrossguild convenience marriage au thinking about the wedding vows and how fun it would be if trough the entire “convenience to lovers” pipeline, that’s the thing they just can’t seem to get right while they all sit together and practice them like one would do trying to remember lines for a nativity play. None of them are into it, it all looks incredibly forced no matter what they do. No matter what they change or how much they practice it’s just…. Awful. Stiff. So obviously a marriage of convenience thing it hurts.

But after a whole lot of confusing feelings and low key romcom shenanigans the wedding happens and they are all so done they go off script… and it works… kinda. Because if you read their vows on paper they would read like the most horrid vows you ever seen. Mihawk only speaks a few words, Buggy’s stutters out his and it seems like a weird tangent and Crocodile…. Basically straight up passive aggressively insults his husband’s through the entire thing…. But it’s by far the most genuine “performance” of their vows these three have given.

Hawkeye doesn’t say much, he rarely does, but when he squeezes his soon to be husbands hands it’s clear to say anything more would be unnecessary . Buggy is flustered and in love and is trying his damndest to get over himself trying to express that, using a metaphor only the three of them would get because Mihawk used it as a snippy commentary about this shit show when they first started practicing together. And nobody has ever seen Sir Crocodile smile so fondly at anything that wasn’t a Bananawani, even as he expresses annoyance at the men in front of him.

Iiiii dunno if I’m even making sense here, just got struck with the mental image of Crocodile smiling at Buggy and calling him “My beloved little pest of a clown.” And Buggy looking up at him, smiling just as happily while trying to blink away the tears from his eyes.

OKAY LITERALLY THIS

Like. They're Idiots, Your Honor. They absolutely try EVRYTHING to make it seem "authentic", and so Mihawk's papers are written in calligraphy, with verbose prose that boios down to some Gonez Adams Level of simpage but lowkey because he has a reputation.

Crocodile's is written like a damn business agreement, with clauses and edited areas to update and revamp it. He cannot for the life of him find that middle ground of Decently Organized and Genuine.

Buggy's filled no less than three full journals in WIPs of it, and almost all are scribbled on, torn out and crumpled up, or nearly burned bc he raged and threw it into a bon fire.

Finally, day of, they're scrambling and losing their MINDS and suddenly Nobody Can Find The Vows. Everyone is panicking. Something may be on fire.

Ritchie is found with glitter gel pen on his muzzle.

They're gonna have to wind it.

They're all McLosing It.

At least, they were.

Then they catch sight of one another, and suddenly.... the world has stopped.

None of them are exactly traditional, but they make it work. Mihawk is in ruffles and frills, accenting the sleek lines of his body in black and ruby, with slim cut pants and high boots which only serve to make his figure that much more imposingly ethereal. Crocodile opts for suits on a normal day, but this one is different in the cut and style, muted but bold, glimmering but softer, a much more subtle display of wealth and poise which makes him ooze charisma like snake oil. And Buggy has forgone a suit all together, opting instead for a gown, a mermaid cut dress which hugged his curves perfectly, fabric shimmering between violet and red depending on the light with a silvery blazer openly draped and held across his shoulders via a rainbow of beads which matched the colorful hair pins holding his curls from his face and neck.

All three are breathless when they see one another, and suddenly the words are there - odd to an outsider, certainly, but true to the heart in a way visible to all.

Mihawk's short vow is met with a bark of laughter from Crocodile, a silvery giggle from Buggy.

Buggy's rambling stuttered mess becomes teary and he's suddenly bitching about his eyeliner running. Mihawk and Crocodile both crack smiles, even as Mihawk wordlessly passes over a handkerchief and Crocodile makes a comment on looking into waterproof liner later on together - mascara too, he mentions casually, because the brand Buggy likes released a new line a exile back, they'll look into it.

Crocodile's is bemoaning his taste in men, but it's oozing warmth, and when he catches himself getting a little too mushy in public, he actually blushes and scoffs. Mihawk and Buggy look delightfully on with impish smiles.

It's weird and off and anything but typical, but it feels so incredibly real to those involved.

Maybe a little too real to some...

Of course the shenanigans that ensue during their "honeymoon" are another thing entirely.... 👀

[beanibon]

Mer!Livio x Reader Headcanons

I have slowly been accepting my Livio simpage, so why not add him alongside the merboys.

Reader owns a home at another section of the lake, not a holiday home just a normal house. Reader prefers solitude and often fears interaction with other people, her pass time is clearing the lake of trash that holiday goers leave. You also have a sausage dog called Mildred, cause I said so xD

TW: smut, cockwarming, borderline exhibitionism, mating mark, slight oral (f!receiving), biting, slight overstimulation, over all a very soft boy.

Livio lives in the same Saltwater lake as Wolfwood, who has taken it upon himself to be his unofficial big bro. He shows the younger merman the ropes, how to avoid the family that holidays at their lake, and how to hunt with their pod. Overall, Livio has become family, often found clinging to his brother.

You would imagine his shock upon seeing Wolfwood mating with a human late at night, mouth agape as he shyly observed his brother mating with the creatures he swore he hated. It was awkward to say the least, especially when he was dragged to meet said human.

Since then Livio has opted to try and become more independent, exploring further sections of the lake. During these times he'd hunt with his and Wolfwoods pod, until one day he noticed the sharks branching off at an interval.

Curiosity got the better of Livio as he pursued them, resulting in a rather unusual sight.

You were collecting trash left by holiday goers when the sharks approached, familiar with your presence. Of course that didn't stop a few from charging you, Livio went to intervene, stopping as you outstretched a hand to redirect the sharks.

This confused Livio, never before had his brother's human done something like this, let alone be found anywhere within the water. However you on the other hand allowed his family to swim around you, unbothered by their company unless one got too close. It intrigued him, yet he would not approach.

He watched with disappointment as you left, stripping off the gear and dumping the garbage in its respectable bins. Livio began to get more curious, so his visits to this side of the lake became more frequent, observing you as his passtime.

There was an odd creature that followed you around, one that Livio watched like he would prey. You fondled this creature with affection, throwing sticks into the water for it to retrieve. Surely if it could swim that meant it was fair game?

Livio lunged at the small mammal, fangs bared as he screeched. As his claws went to dig into this animals soft flesh, something hard smacked him square in the face. Whimpering chirps sounded from the merman, rubbing timidly at his bloodied nose, lunch now on shore besides you.

You had your other shoe in hand, aimed at inhuman man above the waters surface, you were confused as it began making drawled out chirps as if it were crying.

Guilt surfaced in your gut, so you entered the water, slowly approaching this oddity. With a gentle touch, you wiped the blood off his face, pinching his nose to stop any bleeding.

While you were close, you took the opportunity to study him, as if to confirm what you were seeing. Livio watched you, nervous like you were to hurt him again, but your touch was warm. Was this what dragged his brother away? You smelt nice?

Livio braved a few shy sniffs, circling you before appearing before you again, eyes wide as he gaze into your own. Yet as quickly as it happened, Livio screeched and vanished, leaving you alone in the water.

From that point on you saw the young merman frequently, sometimes during your dives, other times when you spent your time outside. One time Livio was found basking on your dock, asleep as the early morning rays warmed his flesh. You approached him, running a hand along his tail, abruptly waking him.

In his startle Livio fell back into the water, he seemed displeased as he resurfaced, a few disgruntled chirps sounded from him. You were even splashed by his tail, which you couldnt help but laugh at.

That sound had Livio hooked, head tilted this way and that like Mildred would when presented a treat. He climbed back onto the dock, circled around you then resumed his nap, damp tail soaking your clothes. It was as if he was saying "go ahead".

For the next few weeks this became a regular ordeal, until Livio decided to try something new. You were snorkelling, collecting trash like usual when Livio approached, nuzzling against you and chirping with delight. Yet when you went to greet him back, you were gently shoved into the ground, his larger form pressed into you.

Pointed teeth nibbled at your shoulder, then went lower and lower until he was grazing your clothed sex with his canines. Livio pressed his face into you, yellow eyes studying for any sign to stop, only you urged him forward to which he tore your swimsuit to devour you.

For weeks watching Wolfwood please his own human, Livio thought he'd gain enough experience to do the same. But without having done it before, you could tell he was a little rusty. Though it was the thought that counts.

Livio lapped at your folds, suckling them as his teeth brushed against the fragile skin. Your legs kicked as pain exploded from your inner thigh, blood escaping the bite mark that Livio innocently licked.

You were brought to the surface, placed ever so gently upon the dock as your lower body dangled over the edge. The cold, wet member that was Livio's cock slithered between your legs, causing moans of anticipation to escape you.

Those sounds only had Livio chirp in excitement, gently entering you, stretching your walls with his foreign cock. You stayed like that for ages, the merman practically purring as his cock twitched inside you. You tried begging Livio to move, he only growled and wiggled further into you.

You could've sworn your stomach had bulged, pressed beneath him as Livio squeaked and whined as your walls contracted around him. That's what caused him to move, thrust after thrust until you were drooling onto the polished wood of your dock.

The water splashed at each collided of his hips against your ass, strong arms on either side as he sunk his teeth into your soft flesh again and again. His chirps were restrained, quiet as you felt his lips brush your ear, as if Livio only wanted you to hear him.

An arm wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up as he slid onto the dock fully. Carefully Livio turned you around, slitted yellow eyes staring into your own as he bred you.

Even when he was done, satisfied with the end results, Livio didn't pull out. No. Instead he snuggled into you, body wiggling as you protested due to his cock still inside you. With a tired yawn, Livio cuddled into you with his weight pressing you against the wooden dock, familiarising himself with the soft walls of your cunt.

It was something you could get use to, snuggled next to your cuddly water cat. A sweet creature that adored the way you ran your hand along his body, touching you with such care whenever the opportunity arose.

First time writing for Livio, so feel free to give me any feedback! Thank you all, had hope you enjoy!

I'll be getting back to requests now!