#prince eric fic

[mvltisstuff]

bring me to life - p.e

summary: when ursula possesses y/n to make her try and trap ariel, eric knows somethings off.

prince eric x reader

a/n: this is so humbling but he’s actually the finest man i’ve ever seen

the day ariel sacrificed her voice for legs, it was bound to go to hell. the only thing she wanted in life was to be with the humans, sick of being confined to the ocean. the deal she made with ursula is that she needed approval from the royals in three days. she begged to understand their world, and after she met y/n and eric, she fell in love with the above world.

they were the most gracious and accepting people on the island. they strolled around with her, y/n helping her get dressed and ready, and eric showing her his collections. she never knew that the love from land was so strong until she spent the days with them.

eric glowed around y/n, ariel noticing the bright beam on his face when she came around. he talked about her like an angel, or someone from another perfect universe. ariel knew the look in his eyes, the one of full of mesmerize. ariel quickly found out that it was very mutual, y/n being so fond of eric. her love for him was stronger than the waves, and ariel knew it.

toward the end of the second day, y/n was running around the castle with eric, fooling around with ariel before being scolded by grimsby. most nights, y/n and eric go to bed together, falling asleep as he holds her. tonight was different. the air was stiff, making y/n’s anxiety peak. she decided to take a walk down to the beach to hear the waves and see the water, hopefully calming her down. the ocean was calm from the night winds, but as she sat on the rocks, it started getting harsher. the wind was blowing her hair around, as well as causing the waves to crash around her.

ursula knew the exact weak point in eric and in ariel. meeting y/n and taking her as a friend made her a perfect target to destroy ariel’s life. for eric, y/n’s the most loved. every part of her and her mind is completely admired by eric. ursula knows they’ll listen to y/n, doubting themselves too much. so, if she could convince y/n that ariel isn’t good enough, maybe she had a shot.

“oh, child,” the eerie voice rolls through the water, making y/n move her head around trying to spot it. “a sleepless night?”

“w-who are you?” she questions, stepping away from the rock, leaving only her feet in the wet sand. she’s fully alarmed by the sight in front of her. she’s never seen something like this, leaving cold chills down her spine.

“you’ve never heard of the sea witch?” y/n nervously shakes her head naively. “it means you should listen to me, sweetheart.”

y/n’s hands remain at her side, playing with the seams of her dress. her breathing deepens, coming out more sharp in panic of the creature in front of her.

“that little ariel,” ursula begins. “is no good for this world. and i need your help to bring her back to me.”

“i can’t,” y/n whispers as she walks back further. “i can’t help you.”

“i know you can,” ursula puts her hand out and y/n cringes at the noises of her tentacles on the sand.

the sounds of y/n’s quick breaths and the swishing of ursula’s many arms has become the only thing on the beach. “n-no, no,” y/n demands. “i won’t do this.”

“fine, then!” ursula sighs. as y/n attempts to run away, hurrying out of ursula’s sight, her tentacles grip onto her sides, pulling her closer. y/n tries to yank them off, but they stick to her dress and her skin like hot glue. the air gets tighter around her, using every ounce of energy to escape the grasp of the sea witch. “i’ll just have to make you.”

the words makes y/n’s mind freeze, placing horror into her mind. she thinks about eric, wishing he were here to save her. it was too late, he was out cold in their bed, where they should be together. she knew no one was coming to save her. before she knew it, ursula cracked open a bottle, the smokey substance inside fading into y/n as she breathed it in. her irises flicked between hues of purple from ursula’s spell before returning back to the normal color. ursula knew she must leave, so y/n was left on the sand, marks on her dress as she lay on the cold ground of the beach, unconscious.

eric wakes in the morning early, prepared to explore more with y/n and collect more treasures. he rolls over to place his hand on her, but it only sinks down and he is confronted with the empty bed sheets. he immediately gets up, putting on the normal clothes as he heads downstairs to look for his love.

“grimsby!” he shouts. “have you seen y/n?”

“no, i haven’t. was she not in bed?”

“maybe she went out to the villages with ariel?”

“ariel’s upstairs, sire,” grimsby informs. eric starts to get more fearful, anything could have happened to her. his life dream used to be to explore the ocean, but now it’s just to keep y/n safe. as long as she’s with him, he’s happy. if anyone ever attempted to hurt her, there would be a new version of himself.

he walked the streets and halls of the castle with no sight of y/n. he stormed through the rooms, requesting help from guards and anyone who was free to search. every single time that anyone came back to say she wasn’t found, his heart broke off a piece.

he decided to roam down to the beaches, just in case she had made her way down here and forgotten to say something. when he spotted a bundle of soft hair, the same color as y/n’s, he sprinted over and fell on his knees in the sand.

“y/n?” he asks, placing his hands on her cheeks to straighten her head. “hey, y/n!”

her eyes flutter open, and eric immediately catches on. she doesn’t seem disoriented, she doesn’t seem alarmed. she’s different. her eyes are darkened and her expression seems uncanny. eric shivers at the look of her, he knows somethings wrong than just a fall on the beach. “are you alright, darling?”

“i’m fine,” she replies. “where’s red?”

y/n walks through the castle, leaving chaos and destruction in her path. she’s messed up the organization, and touching everything she sees. she does it with a smirk on her face as well, knowing exactly the plan.

in her head, only ursula stands, controlling her words and thoughts as y/n feels barricaded. she feels like she’s in a prison of her own mind, not being able to escape and work for herself. it’s like she’s become a puppet of the sea, saying and doing what the monsters please.

there was a party in honor of eric tonight, the queen just being thrilled that he’s home safe. it was also a way to welcome ariel to their customs, and help her get settled into the community. she hadn’t gotten her answer if she was fully accepted yet, but that wasn’t enough for ursula. if ariel wasn’t hers at the end of this, she might just have to take y/n. it’s hard work to make a bad impression of someone so genuine like ariel.

y/n walks into the party, dressed in a slim corset and purple dress as she walks onto the outdoor floor. she looks at ariel, with a toothy smirk on her face. eric spots her, making note of y/n’s watery eyes and red cheeks. somethings terribly wrong with y/n, and he doesn’t know how to save her from it.

“your majesty,” y/n says to the queen. “i need to have a word with you.”

“of course, y/n,” she places a hand on her shoulder, walking over to a corner as eric follows behind them.

“i believe that girl is not safe for this island. all the destruction and disrespect in this castle is a result of her,” eric walks in, overhearing y/n’s words and being confused. she adored ariel, and there was no way she was saying this alone.

“mother-” eric speaks, his mother putting up her hand to him. even the queen can notice something wrong with y/n’s demeanor. her features are sharper, leaving a more intimidating look to her. normally, she looks sweet and welcoming, but now she’s started to look mischievous.

“y/n, im sure it is a misunderstanding what’s happened, but- y/n, miss?”

y/n’s eyes are glued on the orange skies, looking at the sun sinking closer to the horizon. her face glows a golden tint from the light and she moves to look at the ocean. eric grabs her hand, but she swipes it away and walks past everyone. ariel has a frightened look on her face, thinking of how to save herself from scrutiny. unfortunately, as the sun dips below the line between the ocean and the sky, ariel stumbles to the floor as eric scurries to help her up.

“you’re too late!” y/n cries, smiling but also with tears. she runs over to ariel, grabbing onto her arms and yanking her off the ground. they struggle over to the balcony before ursula pops up, grabbing the two girls and diving into the water.

eric watches as his friend and his sweet girlfriend fall into the water. he’s taken aback by the tail revealed, but he needs y/n to be safe first. he got in his boat and rowed out to sea, impacting with the sharp waves and abruptness. he spotted ursula with ariel and triton under the surface, but no y/n. he panics, turning into fight mode as he tries to impale ursula with a sword. he just grazes her, just angering the creature as she sends her eels up to him. even as he’s actually attacked, he just wants to find y/n before anything else.

the battle with ursula felt like a scene from a movie. it was like it lasted days, painful, exhausting days of torment from the witch. even after he swam up to shore, y/n was nowhere to be found.

“get a boat!” eric pants. “we need to find y/n, i need to find her.”

“eric,” the queen says.

“mother, i need her-“

“relax, first, eric. we will find her. we have people out already looking for her,” she tries to comfort her son who’s in the water, discombobulated from all he’s been through today. he stared at the water, remaining on shore but still lost at sea. y/n could be anywhere and it’s out of his control.

with every last morsel of strength y/n had left, she managed to force herself to swim to shore. she lay on the hot sand, absorbing the cold water from her hair and her dress. her eyes felt like she was looking through a dirty eyeglass, the ache in her head blurring her vision. her head had one too many impacts, leaving her with a thumping pain. once she landed there, rolling onto her back to let the sun beat on her face, she couldn’t make herself stand. her muscles were overworked and weary. the warmth of the sun encapsulated her body, leaving her to dry from the soak of the sea.

eric stormed through the beaches, despite the complaints from the queen. he wasn’t going to let her escape him again and be taken. she was just an innocent person, someone who didn’t deserve the wrath of ursula.

ariel herself felt scared. she never was able to experience the same emotions as humans, until she connected with y/n. she knew ursula too well to miss her tricks. y/n would have never done that to her under any circumstance. she admired y/n on the island. ariel had discovered the disappearance of y/n, and took matters into her own hands. she explored the oceans anywhere that she could’ve fallen to, but she eventually washed up to a small island, too far from the shore of eric’s island.

she could see the floating of y/n’s dress in the high tide. she saw the swishes of hair on the ground, covered in grains of sand. she rapidly flipped her fins, pushing herself onto the sand to grab onto y/n. she swam with the unconscious body quickly to the shore of the main island, leaving her on the dry land as she returned back to the waves.

even as time passed, eric was still searching frantically, looking like a lunatic on the beaches. he didn’t stop until he was forced to by his mother, succumbing to her orders to get back in the castle. he was observed and checked out in the medical wing to make sure he wasn’t hurt too severely.

he heard shuffling in the halls, the passing of guards and orders. “alert the prince,” one says, making eric’s head perk up. it wasn’t until grimsby whipped the door open, walking in to greet eric.

“sire,” he pants. “we’ve found y/n.”

eric stands up, his face falling straight as he swiftly moved down the hallways. his footsteps ricochet through the tall passages, skipping up the stairs and seeing y/n in a small bed. her hair was tied back with a white bandage wrapped around her head.

he pauses, taking in the sight of his one and only, vulnerable and hurt on the bed. his chest rises and sinks in long breaths. he doesn’t know if he can handle looking at her sleeping body, she looks too peaceful for him to be comfortable.

as the servants cleared out of the room, eric sat beside her on the bed. he grabbed her hand as she fluttered awake, stretching her body out with a grimace on her face. “eric?”

“yes,” he whispers. “i’m here, it’s alright.”

“i don’t understand what happened, it was all so fast and then ariel-“

“shh, you’re going to be ok now,” he reassures her, running a hand on her cheek.

“but where is ariel? she dropped me off on the shoreline and i didn’t see her again,” y/n questions, fearing for her friend. when she looks behind eric, she hears a soft, gracious knock on the doors as ariel steps in in her blue dress. she has a dim smile on her lips as y/n tells her. “come in, please, ariel.”

she steps into the room, looking around at the mysterious objects in this part of the castle. the couple smiles at the curious girl until she makes her way over to y/n on the bed. “i found you on an island on the outland. it was further from the shipwreck than we were.”

“thank you,” y/n smiles, grabbing ariel’s hand and placing her other one on top of them. she looks around, her expression changing to confusion. “i guess i’ll address the problem in the room. your legs have returned.”

“my father gave me the gift of staying here with you. i’m meant to be on land, and i’ve finally been heard. i couldn’t have done any of this without you. you showed me kindness and never once treated me like i was unordinary, even though i am.”

“you don’t need to ask for respect around here,” y/n says. ariel thanks her one last time, before moving out of the room.

“you have no idea how happy i am that you’re alright,” eric remarks, shuffling closer to y/n’s body. “i was so scared i lost you.”

“i know,” y/n replies. “but you’ll never lose me, eric.” he leans forward, placing a sweet kiss on her lips as a token of gratitude.

“we’re meant to be together until the sky falls, my love.”

[thehorizonlinex]

Sea Legs

Eric teaches Ariel about his world.

Note: Posted this on AO3 a few days ago but forgot to here. A little scene I made up in my head, the first night of Ariel and Eric’s first voyage. Can’t get these two out of my head and am considering starting a short multi-chapter AU fic of them, let me know if you’d be interested!

Still new at this writing stuff so would love any feedback and comments!

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The sky exploded with light as the ship’s crew continued to set off fireworks, booming and dazzling against the darkness. The festivities had been going on for nearly an hour, fiddles providing joyous melodies while sailors danced the night away.

Ariel snuggled closer to Eric on the steps, her gaze still focused on the brilliant colors illuminating the sky. They’d danced for almost the whole hour, her new husband teaching her the steps of the many jigs and dances.

“Have you ever seen fireworks before?” Eric shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, placing it delicately around hers.

“Once,” a smile crept onto Ariel’s face at the memory. “When we first met.”

“Oh?”

Ariel giggled. “The night of the shipwreck.”

Eric took a moment to think. “Oh, right before, you mean. My twenty-first birthday.”

He paused again. “Wait…how did you…”

Ariel felt the blush rising in her cheeks, looking down nervously at her lap and picking at a loose thread on her dress.

“I heard you talking to Grimsby,” she explained, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw the fireworks, and I followed the ship. And I heard you talking. I saw the crew dancing, it was the first time I’d ever seen anything like that.”

She felt his finger touch the underside of her chin, lifting it gently so their eyes met.

“And that’s how you were there to save me.”

“Yes.”

“I had no idea.”

Ariel shrugged, turning her head once again to look out at the dancing crew. It was a miracle they hadn’t all worn out their feet by now.

“You seemed so happy, singing and dancing with all of them. I saw it tonight, too. You’re happiest when you’re on the ship.”

Eric chuckled, his eyes following hers. The crew had gotten ahold of Grimsby, the old man somehow convinced to sway along to the music with Max by his side.

“I hope you like it here,” he said. “I know ship life isn’t for everyone, but whatever’s out there - I want to find it with you.”

“I do like it here,” Ariel said. She turned back to meet his gaze, eyes twinkling in the light. “Though, there is something you could help me with.”

“Anything.”

“What’s a starboard?”

Eric raised a brow. “Come again?”

“The crew, they keep saying starboard. Starboard side, starboard sails…”

“Oh,” Eric laughed, brushing a hand through his dark curls. “It’s right. Port and starboard, that’s what sailors call left and right.”

“Why not just call it left and right?”

Eric paused. “You know…I’m actually not sure. But sailors have lots of words for things no one else calls them by.”

“Like what?”

“Hmm…” Eric took a moment to think, his eyes scanning the ship.

He pointed to the very front of the ship. “The front there, that’s called the bow. And the very back is called the stern.”

“Bow and stern,” Ariel repeated.

“Yeah. Sometimes the stern is called aft, too.”

Ariel nodded.

“The wheel,” Eric pointed out.

“The one I used to kill Ursula.”

“Yes. That’s called the helm.”

Ariel nodded again. “Can I ask one more question?”

Eric drew her closer to him. “You can ask as many questions as you’d like.”

“Why do they call the ship a woman?”

“Oh,” he laughed. “That…it comes from an old sea story. You’d think it’s silly.”

She nudged him. “Tell me.”

“Sailors believe…” he shook his head. “They believe that the king of the seas would be more favorable to girls. So referring to a ship as a ‘she’…well, it’s to appease him.”

Ariel stared at him with wide eyes, before bursting into laughter.

“My father wouldn’t care whether or not the ship was a girl, Eric.”

“Well, yes, I can understand that now.”

“Humans are silly,” Ariel remarked. “But you’re not entirely wrong.”

“No?”

“I do have six sisters. No brothers. So you could say my father does favor girls.”

She straightened up a bit. “Can I practice using the terms?”

Eric tried his best not to smile too hard, at the risk of his new wife potentially mistaking his grin as laughing at her expense. “Of course.”

Ariel pointed to the front of the ship. “The bow.”

She gestured to the back. “Stern. Or aft.”

She pointed left, then right. “Port and starboard.”

The wheel was last. “The helm.”

She took a breath, her brows knitted in deep focus. “I used the helm to turn the ship port side so the bow of the ship drove into Ursula.”

She looked up at him again. “Was that right?”

Eric couldn’t help the beaming grin on his face as he reached in for a soft kiss.

“Perfect. You’re a natural-born sailor.”

He didn’t miss her giggle before the corners of his lips lifted into a slight smirk.

“You were wrong about something though.”

She looked into his eyes, warm brown meeting ocean blue.

“What was it?”

“I’m the happiest when I’m with you.”

[ch0wen]

༝ ˚ ༝ My Lady is the Sea ｡ ˚ ༝ - Prince Eric x Fem!Reader | NSFW

𖠳 ᐝ warnings: brief smut, 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex & cursing

Sea salt tickles your nostrils as you step out onto the wooden dock. Nose twitching like a bunny to rid the salty air from your sensitive nerves. You glide forward only a few feet, and your left shin knocks into a wooden pole. A barricade lined the perimeter of the landing. Fencing that stops you from falling into the unknown below. An oil lantern illuminates a portion of the dock and the gradually darkening surface of the deep. The expansive waters lurk just beyond the fading arc of light. Your body gently sways with the sounds of the waves stirring.

Instinctively, you flex your hold on a roped handle. A heavy, disgusting mixture of beer and spit sloshes in the bucket that you have been entrusted to dump out. Polluting the ocean, you think. An unfortunately common attribute of living in a coastal town. It's second nature to dump and forget. Water appears to be along every horizon you look to. It surrounds you, yet it's ever-moving. Continuous. Traveling away.

How you wish you could be out there now. Just like your father had moons ago. Oh, the precious things he gifted you with when he returned to the marina! The carefully selected treasures. He always seemed to know which new object would earn an excited squeal from you because of its sparkles or funky shape. Whispers at bedtime of now fictitious-sounding tales on how he acquired them. To you, his trips were like storybooks. Too embarrassing to admit, you used to go to sleep late into your teens with visions of exploration dancing in your head. Dreaming of the uncharted waters and cloudy faces of the friends you'd make. He'd promise to you, that you would soon be old enough to explore the world with him.

But you couldn't truly treasure the last retelling of his adventures because no one foresaw he would leave it on a cliffhanger. He never came back. Your mother forbade you from speaking of his expeditions as time passed. "Don't go towards the beyond." "This is your home." "You're safe here." she chided. Here, on land. The hope soon ended with the stories. You grew accustomed to the familiar. You were raised here. It's all you have known. Is it worth it to leave at this point?

However, there are instances when you fall back into childlike wonder. In the quiet lulls, similar to the brink of falling asleep, you can't help but contemplate what else the waters hold past their horizons.

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A faint, muffled tune begins inside and wafts out into the silence. The merry-sounding song envelops you. You blink out of the reverie to adjust your vision in the darkness.

You can hear the pub's piano, in desperate need of a tuning, as you push open the door. A gaggle of men are singing a sea shanty in the dining space. They look disheveled but have dancing smiles. You can't help grinning as you watch these men celebrate life.

“Just docked," Gwen, your co-worker, calls from over her shoulder. She fills up two cups and then slides them over the bar top towards one of the waiting men. He slaps a few coins down and moves back to the crowd, like rejoining a school of fish.

Gwen wipes up the liquid he left, “I heard one of them holler that they came in from the Carribean.”

“I feel like that's only the third ship from around there this season."

"How do you manage to even keep track? There have to have been hundreds of vessels that have passed through here."

You blushingly shrug at her knowing smirk. Teasingly, her fingers reach out to flick at your slightly tarnished necklace. A chain made from Spanish silver with a locket bearing some type of ruby gem.

Leonardo was the one who had graced you with this last year. He was a buccaneer. He and his crew docked in town for a fortnight. He was charming and proud. In the tavern, he was always drunkenly boasting about the treasures he had found. The people he'd fought. The Lords he'd impressed. The people he'd fucked. He was so fun.

When your birthday happened around the time he was in town, he came stumbling into the bar with this necklace. He said it was nothing and that he had dozens of more valuable findings in a chest on board his ship. But he never showed you to prove that to be true. However, you did thank him ever so graciously that night.

He sailed out a day later. No harbor was his home. You're used to this life working as a bartender in a popular trading port. You see hundreds of thousands of faces. All of these handsome men ranged from sailors to buccaneers. They all share with you the amazing stories of their lives. They fascinated you. Inspired you. Seduced you. - You can't help but be attracted to the rugged, good-looking, and ambitious type.

A man unexpectedly calls out from the crowd towards the pair of you. His voice grabs your attention like a Siren's song. There were too many bodies to place where it was coming from in the mass of people, but you swear you briefly saw a hand in the air on the left side of the room.

“My lovely bar maidens, a round of your finest ale, please, yeah?"

“Right away, sir,” you nod curtly while pivoting obediently to fill the dregs.

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The rosy-cheeked, rowdy men cheer even louder as you approach with their fifth round of booze. Their attention has been won, not by the promise of refreshments, but by the beer sloshing over the rims and onto the pair of bouncing breasts carrying it all.

Low whistles scatter around the table at your cleavage while you lean over to set down the ale. Mucky hands grabbing for the foaming tankards. You catch a handsome man staring through the limbs. He gives you a dimpled smirk. His eyes betray him as they glimpse down to what you can assume is your chest. Well, he's no better than any man.

Your retreating form hears the same voice from before exclaim, “Here is to another voyage through uncharted waters! I am grateful for all your hard work, boys. And thanks to Grimsby for laying off the scolding because we're three days past schedule."

You're back at the bar. A crewmate, with a red kerchief pushing back his straw-yellow hair, heaves an overfilled mug in the air toward the handsome man,

"And a special thanks to our Captain, whose mother would keel over from learning the adventures her dear boy has taken us on. Prince Eric!"

"Prince Eric," they unanimously cheer!

Together, as they collide their drinks, fat drops of the golden liquid splash onto Prince Eric's tunic and wet his chest. The strings of his shirt are untied. Making the neck loosely hang open with his chest hair on full display. Your eyes are drawn to it. Tracing the outline of his defined pecs through the thin fabric. You're no better than a man. Worst yet, he notices you staring. His stare seems to darken, and he motions his mug towards you as a 'cheers' gesture before returning focus to his companions.

Clearing your throat and dirty mind, you turn back to tend to one of your regulars, a local fisherman slumped over on a stool at the end of the bar.

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Eric strides over as you scrub up the beer rings on the bar, left by the patrons who previously occupied the empty stools. He fluidly pulls one out to sit and drums his fingers along the wood. Blue eyes staring you down for a third time tonight,

"Can I get you anything?”

“I think I should take a breather. My crew is too enthusiastic to get me drunk.”

“Sounds like you're having a bad night." He threw back his head and let out a loud laugh. Admittedly, it was too big of a reaction to that poor joke attempt. You wring out your rag into a nearby bucket to hide your smile.

You wait for a beat before sparing him another glimpse. He’s staring at your chest again. You feel the exposed skin warm under his look. You’re tempted to peek down to see how much this corset is causing you to spill out.

“Did you get it locally?

“Sorry?”

"The necklace," he half-gestures towards you.

You clasp at the pendant, "Oh, this."

He nods with his eyes fixed on your chest a moment longer before moving up to your face. His cheeks are flushed and eyes hooded, assumedly, from the pints he and his crew have slung back. You're moving toward him, holding out the chain to let him get a closer look.

“I think it’s from the Spanish Islands. A pirate passing through last season gave it to me.”

His large hand reaches out to replace yours. “It’s beautiful. I have an eye for treasures like this.”

He's so close like this. You watch his eyes flick around the locket, his fingers tracing over the gems, and the way his dark curls fall as he tilts his head to examine.

“Silly me to think anything else. Here I thought you were just checking out my chest.”

“Well, you do have wonderful tits," he absentmindedly states. He leaves you gaping as he pulls back.

"Thank you for letting me have a look. I'd be rather fond of that if I were you. That's a special gift."

"Y-yeah, but given to me by a not-so-special guy," you shrug.

You sense an awkward pause, but he watches you with a soft, dimpled smile. You motion towards the window out to the harbor, “Which one is yours?”

“The biggest one. Naturally.”

You stifle your giggle and notice a boat at the end of the port. Beautiful and massive.

“Wow, you weren't kidding. What's it like up there?"

"On the boat? You work in a marina. Have you ever been on one?”

“Oddly, no.”

He didn't hide his shock.

“I'm sorry. Are you telling me that summer lover could give you a necklace but decided not to show you his deck?”

“Something like that," you lean onto the bar, "How unfortunate for me, right?"

His hand strikes the top of the bar as he rises from the stool, causing you to flinch.

“Well, that simply just won't do! Do you want to come see mine?"

The lamplight and mischievousness dance in his eyes, "I can give you the grand tour.”

“Will you let me spin the wheel?”

"Only the most skilled helmsmen are allowed to touch," he pouts, then that damned smile graces his lips again, "but I think I may be able to bend the rules for you."

“I’m going on break,” you call to Gwen before following the handsome voyager outside.

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"And, this would be the Captain's quarters."

"Oh, Captain Eric?"

He sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck, "I don't particularly like going by titles. Makes me feel like I'm trying to say I'm more important than others. I swear by my men. We venture out for fun, but I'd be stuck at port without them."

"That is a very noble thing to say, Prince Eric."

"Come off it," he laughs while moving over to a table against one of the walls. Eric picks up what appears to be a rock. He turns the object in his hands before showing you.

"Fossilized sea stone. Found it off the coast of my home island."

He places the textured stone in your open palms. The unexpected weight of it doubles you over, but Eric catches you. His hand lingers on your hip.

He proceeds to tell you about the rest of his findings laid out on the surface. You love the way his face lit up. Making himself exhilarated with his own stories. You listen intently and let yourself live vicariously through his retellings.

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Eric locks an ornate chest up as you watch. Sitting on the table now cleared of his glories. “So, are you considered a sailor, explorer, or just a guy with a boat and a lot of time on his hands?”

Eric laughs, "The last one, for sure. Once I turned nineteen, my mother allowed me to venture out and sail with the crew. I've always loved the idea of discovering something new on my voyages. Whether it be places, possessions, or people."

He's moving into your space, "I am happy to have met you, Y/N."

"And I, you, Prince Eric."

"No titles here." He leans in with a hint of a grin in his whisper, "I forbid it."

"Oh, that sounds like a command, and I shall obey, Your Majesty."

He chuffs as you see his eyes drop to your necklace again. His fingers dance along the silver chain before exploring further and grazing over the top of your chest. He makes sure to peek up at you for some sort of permission. Silently, you put your hand over his own to guide him to grab a handful of your breast. Eric takes the cue and squeezes while closing the gap between you with a kiss that immediately heats up. Hands knead your breasts over your camisole-corset top.

"And here I thought you've been admiring my necklace all night. I feel scandalized," you tease while he kisses your neck.

"No, no, it is beautiful! But, these," His calloused hands give a reassuring squeeze, "are really lovely."

Hands quickly work to pull down your blouse to expose your tits. Eric rolls a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Gasping, you arch up into his touch. Legs instinctively spread wider to allow him in. You feel his dick twitch the moment he presses closer.

A moan growls in the back of his throat as he rolls his hips. Grinding his hard-on into your wetting core while you kiss. Your skin grows hot, his breaths come heavy, and the heat is building between your legs. 

Eric put his mouth to your breast, sucking at your skin in obscene, open-mouthed kisses. Eliciting a low keening sound from you. He withdrew just enough to lave at your nipple, back and forth, over and over, until your pussy thrummed to the same beat.

"Is it very unprincely of me to tell you that I would very much like to fuck you right here, now, in my chambers?"

"You are but a man, my Prince."

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Your body was thrown across the desk. You don’t know where to put your hands, so they grip and scrape at the wooden surface while Eric fucks into you.

He has a firm hold on your naked waist. Keeping your long skirt hiked up to your stomach so he could watch himself penetrate you. He has a brutally harsh pace going. The delicious feel of the drag and pull of his cock.

Eric braces himself on the desk. A toned arm flexes next to your head. His face is now closer to yours as he changes the angle of his hips. With the newfound support, you feel him speed up his thrusting. He groans into your chest. Playfully biting a nipple before kissing up to your neck. His movements were enough to bring you dangerously close to reaching your high in only a few minutes.

"Oh, Prince Eric," you whine.

"Fuck." His hips stutter. "What's my name?"

"Captain Eric. Eric. Eric. "

A wave of bliss hits you and you screw your eyes shut. It doesn’t take long before both of you reach your orgasms. You hold onto Eric's biceps with all your might, as you scream his name. No doubt loud enough for everyone in the tavern to hear.

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At dawn, you're re-dressed and carefully creeping over the creaky floorboards. Trying not to wake any of the still-drunk crewmates who had found their way back onto the ship.

Catching your eye, the silver locket, sat on the once-empty desk, glints in the daybreak. Eric's back rises and falls. The rest of his bare body is covered by the messy bedsheets. Blissfully oblivious of your exit.

You let that sleeping form be your final image of the handsome Prince and disembark the Royal ship.

[amaretigris]

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1.1k words | Angst, fluff, & smut

WARNING: EXPLICIT

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Eric retired to his bed chambers for the night. It was late and he needed to get some rest. Shutting his door and walking to his window to close it, he felt the salty sea breeze flow through his hair. Taking a deep breath of it in and grabbing the handles to close the glass panels, Eric happened to look down. His eyes widened as he saw your bare back. Undressing from the busy day and preparing a warm bath, you seemed unaware that your changing partition was directly in front of your open window, now on full display to him. Eric let his hands fall to the window sill, feeling frozen in place. He watched as the same sea breeze that had ruffled through his hair blew yours across your back, making you shiver slightly. Eric anticipated that you'd turn around and see him ogling, so he grabbed the handles, and closed the window hastily.

Eyes widened as he undressed and settled into bed, the only light in his room coming from the fire roaring in his fireplace, Eric couldn't help but feel like he'd invaded your privacy. He was a prince for god's sake. He couldn't be peeping in on the castle staff undressing; no matter how attractive they were. Eric tried to steer his thoughts elsewhere and relax himself to sleep, but the image of your smooth skin kept reoccurring in his mind. Feeling a slight bulge in his underwear, he groaned and threw his arm over his eyes.

The next time this happened, only a few days after the first occurrence, Eric felt something was amiss. You had to know, right? Was it possible you were doing this on purpose? You always kept your back to him. Perhaps you weren't aware that the prince had returned from his latest voyage. He was gone a lot, he reasoned in his mind, so perhaps you had counted on his room staying empty. Perhaps that's why you chose that corner of your room as your changing area. Far be it from him to question your reasoning.

He watched as you slowly slid your burgundy strapless dress down your shoulders provocatively. This wasn't the usual clothing of palace staff, so Eric surmised that you'd been doing something else this evening. Was it a date? He didn't know why the thought of that, or of someone else touching that soft, pleasantly flushed skin, rubbed him the wrong way. Speaking of rubbing, he found himself pawing at his cotton pants. The sight of you undressing was starting to affect him. He was a prince after all; he'd never had much of a chance for regular, teenage flings. He'd been too busy studying policy, culture, and voyaging. None of which he regretted, but he felt it made him more susceptible to the desire spreading through his veins. He could just see the outer curve of your breast as you angled yourself to remove the dress altogether. Watching you bend over and remove your undergarments, Eric found himself disappointed that he couldn't see anything below your adorable back dimples.

Each time it happened, Eric was sure that you'd turn around and spot him, but you never did. It seemed you were blissfully unaware. Eric, however, was painfully aware. Painfully aware of the boner begging to be freed from it's confines. Painfully aware of the wanton dreams of you that woke him from his sleep with a sweat on his brow. Sighing in defeat, Eric shoved his boxers down, trying to give himself some relief. He resigned himself to this for the foreseeable future, knowing that it would never quite scratch the itch clawing it's way through him. What choice did he have? Aside from knowing him as the prince, you paid him no mind. He'd passed you in hallways since this all started, and you'd done nothing but smile politely and curtsey. The sight of you curtseying in front of him, after what he's seen of your physique, flushed him with heat. He'd quickly excused himself, lest you notice his growing member.

He didn't want you to think him rude- that was never his intention. Yet he feared that's how he was being perceived. The fact of the matter is that if he found himself alone in a room with your for more than two seconds, he didn't think he could restrain himself from pinning you against a wall. He often dreamt of your breathy, desperate moans. Hearing your pleasant voice greeting him around the castle did nothing to alleviate that.

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The next time Eric saw you through your window, you looked sweaty and exhausted. You removed your shirt to display a large bruise on your right shoulder. Seeing you rub your hand along it and wince, Eric gasped and clenched the window ledge. Who had done this to you? He felt he had a duty to find out. Asking Lashana if there had been any recently reported injuries to the staff, Eric was somewhat relieved to hear that it was an accident, self-inflicted. Apparently, you were quite clumsy. He never would have guessed, considering how gracefully and sensually you moved when he saw you. Eric realized that the relief he was feeling was likely indicative of deeper feelings than just desire. He wanted nothing more than to rub a soothing herb mixture across your back, feeling you hum in appreciation. What he wouldn't give to see you the way he saw you in your window up close.

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Running into you again in the palace halls, Eric found himself stumbling over his words.

"O-Oh, good morning, eh- (Y/N), is it?" He asked, clasping his white gloves in his hands nervously.

You smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Good morning, Prince Eric. Can I do anything for you?"

Hearing that question made him fluster.

"What? Oh, no. You're too kind. I was just on my way-", he trailed off as he pointed in a random direction with his gloves in hand.

Making eye contact with you, Eric decided to take the plunge. You waited patiently for him to continue, enchanting eyes encouraging him to go on.

"(Y/N). Would you care to accompany me for a stroll on the beach this evening?"

You were caught by surprise, judging by the blush running up your chest and neck.

"Oh. Um, yes, Your Majesty. That sounds wonderful," you nodded. "But what will we do?" You raised an inquisitive brow.

"Well, whatever you want really. We can collect seashells, and look at the stars. Admire the scenery," he swallowed, awaiting your reply.

"Admire the scenery? I thought you'd already been doing that," you gave a knowing wink.

[jamespotterthefirst]

Do you ever think about how Eric was adamant about chasing after Scuttle when she took his hat BECAUSE Ariel gave him that hat? He could've let it go and laugh it off but no because that's the hat his beautiful and compelling companion picked for him. He even made sure to pick it out of the water when their boat flipped. Add to that the fact that Eric is a collector of valuable things and this hat is the most valuable of them all.

[artbysarf]

Her hands were curled in front of her, trapped in the heat between her body and his gently raising chest. The waves pushed and pulled in an even rhythm. In, out. In, out. Again, then again. How long had she been listening? At some point (just now? Minutes ago?) his fingers had stopped playing with her hair. In all that time (a second? A day?) she hadn’t taken her eyes off of his face. 

I want to kiss him.

[wackyharpy]

MASTERLIST

°°°

HOTD ● Aemond Targaryen

| Mini-series |

| One-shots |

"A Small Appetence" (nsfw)

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Divergent ● Eric (Coulter)

| One-shots |

"Solicitude" (nsfw)

| Headcanons |

You tell him you're pregnant (slight nsfw)

[p0isonedapple-fanfic]

Just then, Ariel caught a glimpse of an enormous, lushly furred head cautiously emerging from behind the throne. A pair of luminous yellow eyes surveyed them with intrigue, before the creature gracefully approached, its hefty paws making no sound on the marble floor, and its tail moving with a serene rhythm. It was the most magnificent cat Ariel had ever laid eyes on, adorned with a vibrant orange coat and bold black stripes. Overcome with wonder, she instinctively moved closer, momentarily forgetting her earlier resolve not to act impulsively.

Jasmine stood from her throne, her smile growing as she watched Ariel’s curious approach. "Would you like to be introduced to Rajah?"

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Title: “Where the Sky Meets the Sea” Author: P0isonedApple Art: Copilot (A.I.) Rating: M Pairing: Aladdin/Ariel (Disney)

Set sail with Ariel and Prince Eric to Agrabah. Trapped in a whirlpool of royal expectations and dreams of unexplored horizons, Ariel’s heart is a tempest. Her love for Eric is deep, yet adventure calls her name, stirring a guilt-edged yearning for the unknown that comes to a head when she meets Aladdin, the rogue prince with a free spirit whose untamed essence mirrors her own.

Torn between the safe harbor of marriage and the wild seas of adventure, Ariel’s journey is a dance on the edge of duty and desire. Her selfish streak, a silent undertow, complicates the voyage, pushing her to choose: Will she anchor in the bay of tradition, or will she sail the endless seas of her heart’s true calling?

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[jjands]

The little mermaid but sea prince!wooyoung and tourist!san

[mvltisstuff]

i got you babe - j.h.k

summary: y/n worked the hardest she ever has on this new project, and she thinks jonah can’t make it to her premiere.

jonah hauer king x reader

a/n: I DID IT GUYS TAKE IT AND GO.

this movie had been the best, and also the most exhausting film y/n has ever acted in. she was working with one of the most important directors in a thriller movie. she knew the filming would take a toll, it required her to almost turn into her character, also carrying disturbing plot moments. she also knew this movie was the movie for her. the promotion was booming across the countries for her and it would likely be nominated for several awards due to the script and production.

she had invited everyone to the premiere. her best friends, her family, her boyfriends family, even her boyfriends cast mates. jonah was the most important person in her life. his career was finally starting to skyrocket. he filmed the little mermaid while y/n was also filming, and both of them were at a complete peak in their career. jonah had held her hand at every red carpet, and she held jonah’s on his. everything the other one did was only brought up with praise from the other.

the couple was laying in their bed on their sides, their legs tangled together as they admired the others features. y/n ran her hand through jonah’s soft hair, and his finger was gliding across her cheekbones. “you feeling ok about the premiere tomorrow?”

“i’m just gonna get it over with. i really wish you could be there,” y/n speaks softly in response.

“i know, darling,” he replies, sadly. “i would give anything to be there with you. you put blood, sweat, and tears into this movie and i so badly want to be there holding your hand. i’m so, so sorry love.”

“it’s alright, jonah,” y/n smiles to hopefully release some of his pity. “when it’s over, i’m coming right back home to you.”

she leaves a quick kiss on his lips, and jonah is unsatisfied. so, he leans in, deepening the kiss and rolling her on top of him. “i like the sound of that,” he says, his sweet accent swimming through his words.

y/n stepped onto the red carpet and was confronted with camera flashes and yells for her name. she could barely see a foot in front of her, immediately getting overwhelmed by the bright white lights poisoning her eyes. the release of the movie had already been stressful enough, she didn’t need more people screaming to get her attention.

the only person she wanted was jonah. he knew every single way to calm her down and whatever she needed to feel better. she knew the same for him, and she just wished he was here to help her. she just wants to feel his presence, his touch. however, jonah wasn’t there this time, and she had to help herself. so, she forced herself through to the end of the carpet, showing off her dress and putting on a fake beam for the photos that she’d probably see on twitter later.

she hid behind the large wall that concealed her from the photographers. she ran her hand over her hair, trying not to mess it up but desperately needing some pressure off of her. she figured she could have at least a minute alone with her thoughts, but her assistant had walked over to her again. “y/n! there’s someone here to see you, they’re being sent in now. they’ve requested for you.”

y/n sighs. it’s just more press or another interviewer to ask the same questions. she doesn’t want to sound ungrateful. the life she’s been given is beyond fulfilling, and she would never want to take it for granted. but right now, she just wants the arms of her boyfriend to hold her.

she walks around the carpet with blurry vision, trying to contain her tears to maintain her perfect makeup. she fans her eyes, dropping the fake smile and following her assistant to the person who suggested a meeting with her. the second she sees the tall man in front of her, she just wants to fly into his arms. so, she walks over to jonah faster and he starts walking too. he meets her halfway, letting her lean into him and allowing him to take some of the pressure.

“it’s ok, you’re alright,” he reassures, placing his hand on the back of her head as her face is buried into his chest. “i’m here, love.”

“how did you get here?” y/n asks, confused but relieved.

“i managed to move some things around. the producer told me you weren’t yourself, so i knew i had to be here. you’re forever my priority, y/n.”

“i love you so much,” she speaks, pulling away from him and kissing his cheek. “thank you, truly.”

“i wouldn’t chose to be anywhere but with you.”

“y/n!” the voice of her manager rolled in. “let’s start getting back out there.”

“can you come with me?” y/n asks, hoping jonah can hold her hand on the carpet.

“of course, darling,” he says, and they walk out together as y/n’s worries start to disintegrate with his touch.

[h0wv3ry]

miss americana and the heartbreak prince: an ariel x eric college au

overview

Ariel travels to England much to her senator father’s dismay for her first year of university. He believes that she is studying to be a lawyer but she's actually is pursuing archaeology.  On the side, her and friends, Scuttle, Sebastian and Flounder, started a band called "Under the Sea" that play at her aunt Ursula's underground club every weekend.

Eric, the son of the university’s chancellor, is struggling to convince his mom not to become a politician and rather study marine biology. To help him get through his third year is his therapy dog, Max and his favorite professor, Grimsby. While Eric is failing his archaeology, Grimsby assigns Ariel to be his tutor and soon the two connect over their parents’ want and what they actually want.

cast

halle bailey as ariel

jonah hauer-king as eric

terry hu as scuttle

ncuti gatwa as sebastian

kit connor as flounder

jessica alexander as vanessa

other cast

javier bardem as triton

noma dumezweni as selina

melissa mccarthy as ursula

art malik as grimsby

playlist

(i do warn most of it is taylor swift)

miss americana and the heartbreak prince - taylor swift

london boy - taylor swift

style - taylor swift

paper rings - taylor swift

author's note

I'm super excited to write this as a huge Little Mermaid fan and also I'm so hyped for the live action. As noticed with the cast, there are a few changes. Because this takes place in college, I had to change characters based on age for the humanization of Ariel's friends, but other that, the cast stays the same.

Also: If you’re pissed that Ariel is Black, get off my timeline. Also, since Jonah is Jewish, I'm going to make Eric Jewish as well.

links

ao3

wattpad

chapter 1

chapter 2

[ch0wen]

Bright Young Women, Sick of Swimmin' - Eric x Fem!Reader | NSFW

warnings: Smut, 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex, & cursing

Eric sat alone on a palace bench outside, down the winding gravel path leading to the sea. He was calmly observing the ocean view. Black hair ruffled with the breeze. You swallowed your nerves as you walked down toward the young royal.

You haven’t had the chance to talk to him directly since starting your new position. But the other head maid was out today, so Grimsby tasked you with fetching Eric to assist in getting him ready for the party tonight.

“Excuse me, Prince Eric?” He perked up, and a kind smile crossed his face as he saw you.

"Yes?" He turned on the bench to get a better look. You fisted at the fabric of your long cotton skirt. Smiling softly back at the man.

To be entrusted with the responsibility of taking care of the young royal, while also hoping he does not catch wind of the very intense infatuation you have built up for him over the past few months, is entirely nervewracking.

You saw the type of person he was when he was alone in his study, interacting with the other housekeepers, his mother, and the civilians who trusted him. You and the others who value him do not judge him solely on his looks or the title he holds—he has made you admire who he is as the Prince in a new light.

“The Queen wants you to get ready now.” He nodded at your words. Standing from the bench and walking towards you.

"Mm, thank you for letting me know. Though I'm sure my presence is needed much later than now." He was teasing. Stopping in front of you with his eyes meeting yours.

You smiled up at him, “I think she knows her son’s tricks a little too well and anticipates that if we don’t hound you to prepare for the party then you’ll manage to escape going to the event completely.”

He chuckled as his expression softened even more. He liked that you teased him like this, most people were too intimidated to joke around with him. Eric leaned a little closer, the height difference being quite obvious,

"Mm, everyone knows me a bit too well. I suppose I'll have to do as I'm told then."

“We mustn’t keep the Queen waiting, hm? It is your party after all. This must be a little exciting, yeah?” You began to back up, turning on the path to walk toward the castle. Sensing the taller man's presence not too far behind. He hummed in agreement, following closely as you led him.

"It is a bit exciting being the center of attention. Though I think I'd rather be off by myself, doing my own thing."

The two of you entered the castle and began strolling through the halls.

“This is the event that’ll have you choosing your future Queen. Your wife. All these desirable princesses are sailing in from near and far to meet you!” You spared him a look as your footsteps fell into sync and echoed on the cobbled floor. He rolled his eyes slightly, though a smirk was still on his face,

"I'm well aware of what this reception is about. I don't really want a wife right now, and if I were to have one I'd rather her be my equal, not a boring pretty girl who'll sit on the sidelines while I'm off sailing."

“Isn’t that all it is?” You muttered, “Someone to manage the home while you’re off on adventures?”

He laughed, giving you a knowing look, "You don't agree with it, do you?"

“I never liked the idea of arranged marriages or the pressure behind it. No.”

Eric nodded, a hum in response. Continuing to follow you down the halls and up some stairs.

"Mm, I agree. I'd much rather be free to marry whomever I wish, not someone I have no interest in," he said with a little sigh.

“Well, I wish you at least have some fun tonight. And I hope you can work with your mother to give yourself the future you want.” You paused in the hallway, now standing outside his bathing room. He grinned at your kind words, and stepped closer to you, leaning down slightly so he was at eye level.

"Thank you, truly. It means a lot to hear someone say that to me."

He said it quietly, before standing back up to his full height, giving you a smirk. "You're much more pleasant to talk to than the other maids."

You smiled brightly back at him for the compliment. Watching him intently, “I am here for you, My Prince. It is my pleasure, truly.”

He smiled back, his expression growing more gentle as he looked down at you. "I know you are. You're like a breath of fresh air."

He paused before a smirk tugged at his lips again

"And you can call me Eric, I don't mind."

“Oh, I don’t. I don’t think I can…” Your brows furrowed, but looking at his sweet, assured face had your worry to maintain professionalism out the window. “Ah, okay. Who am I to deny the Prince? Well, thank you for your kindness, Eric.”

He seemed pleased that you agreed to drop the formalities, especially because it was more intimate to him.

"You're very welcome. You're adorable, by the way."

He's leaning against the wall beside you. Causing you to blush and press a hand to your hot face as you fight off a smile. “Oh goodness, thank you, Eric. You’re not making this easy for me.” You tease and wipe the hand down your face as your lips quirked into a small smirk. You leaned over, pushing the door open, “Y-your bath has been drawn. If you want to ring the bell, I can assist with bathing but otherwise, I was going to help lay out your clothes for tonight.”

He watched you with a smirk of his own as you blushed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He was quite enjoying making you flustered. It was a good look on you.

"Mm, I think I'll need some assistance with my bath, actually. If you don't mind." He said it in a smooth tone. Tilting his head as he looked at you. You nodded with a neutral smile but swore under your breath as he turned and stepped into the bathroom.

You follow him in, closing the door and averting your gaze as you default into servant mode. Not wanting to make the royal feel like he constantly had eyes on him, especially soon-to-be in his most vulnerable state.

He chuckled softly as you averted your gaze, and began to disrobe, letting his clothes fall to the floor without care. He slowly eased himself into the tub, letting out a small sigh as he relaxed into the warm water.

"You can look, you know. I don't mind," He teased.

“Are you fully submerged?” You kept looking at your shoes and worrying at your lip. He hummed, a small smirk on his face as he watched you. You were being so adorably respectful and shy about looking at him.

"Almost. Just my head isn't under yet."

He was teasing you again. You giggled and flick your eyes up to see him sitting in the tub with a playful smile on his handsome face.

“I can appreciate the shamelessness when you have a body like that and the power that you do, but you know the housemaid code. I’m just following the rules.” You hummed as you glided to the wooden stand next to the tub. Where the soaks and sponges are kept to assist with baths.

His eyes were trained on you as you came closer to him. He leaned his arms on the edge, resting his chin on his forearms as he looked up at you.

"Oh, but rules are meant to be broken, my dear. You know that just as well as I do." He said in a sultry tone, looking you up and down shamelessly. You lightly pushed his head back so he lay normally in the tub, as you kneeled by the edge to prepare to lather him with a soaked sponge and soap.

“I am in no position to risk anything. I will follow the rules because you and your mother are giving it to me good here.”

He was amused at how stubborn you were being. He let out a small hum as you began to lather him up. “So uptight, my dear. You could stand to loosen up a little."

He was still watching you with a smirk as you moved about. He found himself quite distracted by your form, his eyes roaming your body as he took in the sight.

“I loosen up with a bottle of wine and my hand every night. I get by just fine,” you said absentmindedly, as you scrubbed his muscular arms and chest. Blushing at the fact that you just confessed that.

He let out a low whistle, his smirk turning into a full-on grin at your comment. He was pleasantly surprised by your boldness, and the thought of you alone in your room with a bottle of wine and your hand...

"Well, isn't that an interesting mental image?” He purred, shifting a bit in the tub to get more comfortable.

“Glad to provide you with some material for later if it doesn’t work out with the princesses tonight.” You teased again. Not knowing where this surge of playful boldness is coming from but thinking it works with the banter you’ve had so far today.

Eric laughed in surprise at your response, clearly not expecting that. He liked it and he found you even more endearing now than before. He raised an eyebrow and smirked up at you, looking you over again with starved eyes.

"I'm going to have to make sure I give you some more opportunities to loosen up, my dear."

“Don’t worry. When I’m done with you, and you’re down at your party, it’ll be just like any other night. I’ll be sure to secretly snag a bottle of the good wine from the kitchen for your special occasion too.” You winked, lathering up his hairy, toned chest. Trying not to squeeze at his fleshy pec while you rest your hand for stability on him.

He chuckled softly at your teasing, his eyes darkening slightly, "Oh, I'll be looking forward to that.” He purred, eyes raking over your body.

“Oh, I don’t think I sent you an invite for a private show.” You giggled softly, “And you’ll surely have your hands full in the ballroom. You can’t just sneak off from your own party.”

His expression became more sultry and flirtatious. He couldn't resist the temptation of teasing you more, especially with how fun it was.

"I'll find a way, trust me. And who says I can't have a personal show later tonight?” He asked lowly, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a moment before meeting your stare again.

“Me. I say so.” You leaned in to annunciate your point. Flicking your eyes to his smirking mouth, then meeting his hooded stormy blue look. He grinned at your response, his eyes darkening even more as you leaned closer.

His gaze roved over your face, lingering on your lips for a moment longer before flicking back to your eyes, "Mm, are you sure about that?” His voice dropped an octave lower.

“How about, if you’re bored at the party, you should seek me out. But you ought to be able to find my room yourself before my performance is over.” You bit your lip at the proposition, and absentmindedly rubbed the sponge down his chest, to his abdomen, and over his partially submerged happy trail. He let out a small groan, his body shivering slightly at your touch. He was struggling to keep himself under control now, your proximity and teasing words driving him crazy.

"Deal."

His eyes followed your every motion as you moved the sponge lower and lower.

“I can tell you like that idea.” You hummed, and you cannot fight back your own smirk when your hand ran over his hardening dick. He let out a small hiss as you brushed against him. His eyes widened for a moment before his smirk returned,

"I do. A lot." His voice was low and husky as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. He shifted slightly as if to push himself against your hand.

“Eager.”

You raised an eyebrow and kept his watch. Using the sponge to wash his junk, your hand goes back to stroke him a few times. Paying attention to his alert cock under the water.

Eric let out a shaky breath as you teased him, his body tensing up at the feeling of your hand on him. His stare was intense as he looked up at you,

"Mm, can you blame me?” He asked, his voice strained and slightly breathless.

He wanted more, struggling to keep himself composed under your touch. You glanced down at his dick, then to your own breasts that were being pushed up onto the edge of the tub, on full display for the hormonal Prince.

“Hm, no, I guess I cannot blame you.”

His eyes immediately followed yours. His mouth went dry as he took in the sight of you, his hands gripping the marble tub tightly to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing you.

"You're being a tease, you know that?” He growled, his gaze roaming over your body hungrily.

“I’m just doing my duty, my Prince.” You pouted innocently as your hands slid from his groin to his muscular thighs and legs.

He groaned, frustrated, as you moved your hands away from his perked-up dick. He desperately wanted your touch back where he needed it most, and how good you looked pouting was not helping.

"Don't give me that look, my dear. You know exactly what you're doing to me." His voice strained and slightly pleading.

“I think you’re just getting worked up in a steamy room with someone you deem to be easy and will ‘bend over’ at your will.” You hummed with a quirked eyebrow. “Do you have this type of response with every maiden tasked to wash you?”

He grimaced at your words, "You're not like every other maiden, you know that. You're different."

His eyes burned with desire, as he looked up at you. You shook your head in disbelief at the Prince. Thinking he was just desperate enough to say the right thing to get you to succumb. Not thinking he could ever see you as someone he’d lay with. You fretted as your fantasies were coming to a head because you didn’t believe you’d ever get to the point where the Prince would even acknowledge you.

"You have no idea how badly I want you right now," he breathed.

“Come off it, Eric.” Your eyes were trained on his feet while scrubbing them. Positioned at the end of the tub, thankfully out of arms reach from him if he got insistent. He huffed in annoyance as you refused to believe him, clearly frustrated by your disbelief. He sat up more, his body tense, coiled like a spring.

"I'm being serious. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I want you. I want you so badly it hurts. Can't you see that?" Eric said firmly, eyes burning.

“I think you’re just horny, my Prince.” You swallowed and looked him in the eye. Trying to hold your poise and professionalism. You teetered so close to the edge of this teasing, flirting jesting that you were scared you'd capsize and crash and burn if you pushed it too far, endangering your job position,

“It doesn’t matter which head is attached to the body touching you," you muttered.

He clenched his jaw, clearly aggravated that you were still doubting him. He was so used to getting whatever and whoever he wanted, that your resistance was a new and unexpected experience for him.

"I don't just want just anyone. I want you. And I can tell you feel the same way. Stop faking like you don't." His voice was low and insistent. Eric was getting more desperate, needing you and needing you to admit that you wanted him.

You rose to your feet and put some of the soap away. With a turn, a huff, and hands on your hips, you scowled at the handsome prince, “What you think I’m just dripping? Aching to be filled by you? Because you’re the prince and you get what you want. So how could there possibly ever be a lady to turn you down, when you’re so certain of yourself?” You challenged.

He watched you. His eyes roamed over your body before he met your stare. He could see the challenge in your eyes, and he found it infuriatingly attractive. He clenched his jaw again, his frustration mounting.

"Maybe I do think that. Maybe I'm so used to getting what I want, that I expect everyone to fall at my feet." He retorted, his tone sharp and biting.

"But you're different." He continued, "I know you are. You don't just give in to me because I'm the Prince. And that's what makes me want you even more."

You narrowed your eyes at him and approached slowly. Your hand ruched up the hem of the skirt, as you stalk closer to the gazing Prince in the tub.

The dress is bunched up in your small fist, your bare thigh exposed to Eric. He watched you as you approached, his eyes widening slightly.

“Why don’t you have a feel then? Prove yourself right. You tell me, am I aching for you, my Prince?” You whispered sharply. Knowing the truth was hidden underneath, as you held a steely gaze. He could see the defiance in your eyes, the challenge, and it sent a shiver down his spine,

"Gladly."

His voice was rough with desire. He reached out and wrapped his large hand around your thigh, his grip firm and possessive as he pulled you closer to him. You held a poker face, as your eyes deceived you and followed down the wet, muscular body, the abs poking out of the sudsy water, and his pink tip bobbing like a buoy. You rest your knee on the tub's edge, eyes flicking up to his.

His blue eyes were dark like a stormy ocean. He’s gazing up your skirt like he’s looking to heaven. You smirked slightly as Prince Eric reached deeper between your legs.

“You’re gonna be so disappointed.” You teased, as you bit your bottom lip. Eric groaned softly as he ran his hand further up your thigh, his eyes following the path of his hand as he reached higher and higher. He could feel your wetness through the fabric of your underwear, and it was driving him crazy.

"Oh, really? We'll see about that."

He slowly pulled the fabric aside, his eyes fixated on your most intimate part. His fingers brushed your wet cunt.

“See? C-completely dry.” You obviously lied, as you cleared your throat, eyes hooding. Your own fingers playing with the ribbons on your corset. He smirked as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with amusement and desire. He knew you were trying to hide how much you wanted him,

"Liar." He purred, his hand tracing over your slick folds gently.

“I’d never lie to you, my Prince.” You hummed, running fingers through his dark strands of hair. Pulling his head back to look at you more. He let out a low growl, his grip on your thigh tightening possessively.

This rush of confidence slammed into you like a tidal wave. Heart thrumming as you bite your lip red. Rocking hips down against his fingers. He loved the way you looked down at him, the way you were trying to take control, and he couldn't deny how much it turned him on.

"Mm, you're being a naughty girl now, aren't you?" He teased, his fingers moving more firmly against your folds as he began to rub your clit in slow circles.

“F-fuck.” You're whining and rocking your hips down again. Loving the rough feeling of his calloused hand, and nimble fingers against your most sensitive area.

You used your grip on his hair as stability. Catching the way he kept rolling his head back to look at you from a different angle, his mouth dumbly and hotly hanging open as he rubbed.

“Mmm, no, I’m good. N-no. I am just here to serve my Prince.”

He chuckled lowly, enjoying how you were trying to hold back your moans and how you kept calling him your Prince. It was driving him insane with desire, and he wanted nothing more than to hear you completely fall apart for him.

"Are you now? Then why are you so wet for me, my good little servant?" His fingers circling your clit faster and more insistently.

You humped your hips down, moved your knee off the tub, and stepped into the water. Standing over the Prince more, as you climbed into the tub, “I realized you needed to feel my wet pussy and I am solely here to serve the king.” You moaned softly, straddling his lap, as you sat fully in the bathtub still in your skirt. The water made it heavy.

He groaned, his hands moved to grip your hips tightly as you straddle his lap. The feeling of your wet skin against his and the weight of your skirt made him shudder in pleasure.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice rough and strained. He loved having you on top of him, completely at his mercy and he at yours.

Your experienced, nimble fingers undid the ribbons holding the corset together. A pull at the breastbones opened the top. Tossing the shirt to the marble floor and putting your hands on Eric’s shoulders. His eyes widened slightly as you discarded your corset, and Eric couldn't help but let out a low moan as he took in the sight of your bare chest. His hands immediately moved to cup your breasts.

"Fuck, you're beautiful." He breathed, his gaze raking over your body hungrily.

“Thank you, My Prince.” You gasped, feeling his hard cock rubbing against your core. He growled as he felt your slick heat pressing against his cock, the urge to be inside you becoming more and more overwhelming. The head pushed in intently.

"God, I want you so badly. I want to feel you around me."

“Just take me, I’m yours to have.” You whined into his ear. Pressing your breasts to his hairy chest. He shuddered at your words, his control snapping completely as he finally gave in to his desires.

He lifted you up slightly, positioning you over his cock, and then slowly lowered you down onto him, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so.

Arching your back as he breached your walls. Nails digging into hair and flesh, “O-oh, my gods," You whimpered.

He let out a strangled moan, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he held you still for a moment. Letting you adjust. The feeling of you clenching around him was almost too much to handle.

"So tight... so perfect..," he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as he fought to keep control. He wanted to just pound into you relentlessly, but he also wanted to savor the feeling of being inside you for the first time.

You yanked at the heavy material of your skirt to move it away from where your bodies met. He then started to manhandle your body, getting into a rhythm of fucking you. Keeping a hand on his chest to steady yourself. The other hand tangling in his hair again.

He let out a low growl as you yank your skirt out of the way, the sight of his cock disappearing inside you making him even more aroused. He began to thrust up into you harder and faster, his hands moving to your hips to guide your movements as he used you like a rag doll.

"Gods, look at you, taking me so well..."

“I’d bend at your will, my Prince. I’d do anything for you.” Gasping breathlessly into his ear. Whining and clawing at him as he uses you. He shuddered at your words, he loved the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, the way you were completely giving yourself to him.

"That's right, you're mine to use however I please. And I plan on taking full advantage of that." He growled, his thrusts becoming more and more brutal as he lost himself in the pleasure.

You rocked your hips down to meet his thrusts and your chests slid together. Your large breasts rubbing against his hairy-toned chest, “I aim to please, Your Majesty.”

He moaned loudly, the feeling of your nipples brushing against his skin sent shivers down his spine. He loved how responsive you were, and how you moved with him so perfectly,

"You're such a good little servant, doing exactly as I say. I should reward you for being such a good girl."

“This is an honor to fuck you, Eric.” You breathed, nipping at his ear. Feeling his facial hair rubbing harshly against your soft skin; Scraping at it hotly.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy. You're such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

You're a whiny mess, as you rocked and rubbed against him. Nearing your orgasm. Feeling his strong hands gripping your ass in the soaked thin material of your skirt, “Y-yes, my Prince.”

He could tell you were close, and he began to thrust even harder. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, as he chased his own release.

"I want you to cum for me, darling. I want to feel you come undone on my cock. Can you do that for me, princess?"

“Y-ye—yeah," you tugged at his hair and brokenly moaned in agreement, as his hips fucked up into you in the soapy water.

You're clenching then spasming, as your hips flexed and rocked. Hitting your climax. Moaning his name over and over. He groaned, your orgasm sending him over the edge as well. He buried his face in your neck, his hips bucking up into you a few more times as he emptied himself inside you.

"F-fuck, princess... you're amazing..."

You sighed heavily as you came down from your orgasm, “Oh, fuck me, Prince Eric…”

He chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close as he caught his breath. He gently nuzzled your neck, placing soft kisses along your jawline,

"I think I just did, darling."

You shivered in his touch, giggling and pushing weakly at his chest. He grinned at your weak attempt and he tightened his grip on you instead, pulling you even closer to him.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere. You're mine now."

“I already work for you. I’ve been yours all along.” You grumbled into his skin. He chuckled again, running his hands up and down your back soothingly.

"I know, but I mean it differently now. You're mine in every sense of the word. You belong to me, both body and soul."

“Eric," you pushed firmly on his chest, a furrow to your brow, sitting up more as you straddle the Prince. His cock softened inside you. You're cocking your head to the side, “Careful, now. Body and soul? You’re nearing the territory of uncharted waters.”

You were starting to feel like you walked into someone else’s fairytale. Like he was your dream prince, who wanted you back. But you know that’s not reality. You work for him.

A soft smile graced his face, as he watched you. He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from your eye. His touch was gentle and affectionate,

"I know what I said. And I mean it. You're mine to cherish, to worship, to protect. I want all of you, body and soul. I want you by my side always, princess."

“Eric, please.” You flushed, “Hundreds of princesses are coming to see you soon. Don’t be talking like that.”

He rolled his eyes, hands resting on your hips again as he looked at you with a playful smirk.

"I don't care about those princesses. They mean nothing to me. I only want you, my sweet little servant. My good girl."

“What, like forever? Your mother would never accept me.” You worry at your lip again. He frowned slightly, his expression turning serious as he cupped your face in his hands.

"I don't care what my mother thinks. She doesn't get to dictate who I love. And I love you, princess. I'll make her accept you if I have to."

You blinked at him stupidly and confusedly, as you pulled away and off him. Climbing out of the tub, “No don’t say that. Don’t say that word to me when you don’t mean it. You don’t know me.”

You grabbed a dry robe off a hook and wiggled out of your heavy wet skirt. Shooting a glare at him over your shoulder.

“This fantasy is going too far!"

He sat up in the tub, a mixture of confusion and frustration on his face as you pulled away from him. He silently tracked your movements around the bathing room, before shaking his head.

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course, I mean it. I love you. And I do know you. I know everything about you. You're my housemaid, remember? I've seen you almost every day for months now," He wrinkled his handsome face with a frown.

You walked over and handed him a towel, so he could get out of the tub to dry off. Unable to knock your capacity to take care of him, “You haven’t held a conversation with me once.”

He seized the towel from you, his eyes never leaving yours as he stood up and began to dry himself. He can't help but feel a pang of guilt at your words, knowing that you were right.

"I... I know that. But I didn't think I needed to. I thought I knew everything about you just by observing you."

“What?" You laughed dryly, "No, you don’t observe me.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his damp hair, frustration growing within him,

"I do, though. I've been watching you for months, memorizing your every move. I know how you like your tea, how you prefer to have your hair done, the way you walk, the way you laugh... I know everything about you in that way."

Your curls fell into your face, shaking your head, “You’re out sailing half the time, Eric. Meeting beautiful exotic women. You’re too busy talking about your adventures and looking through your collections. I mean, like, we have had passing glances." You blinked as you started to realize. "Are you telling me all those times we've crossed paths, your desperate attempts at us having a moment? The fingers brushing mine in the hall? Rubbing against me as you pass in a crowded party...?”

He stepped closer to you, his eyes darkening at your words. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle but firm.

"Those passing glances were more than you realize. They were the times that I was tempted to pull you aside and take you for myself. The times I wanted to bend you over my desk and have my way with you in front of everyone. The times I imagined what it would be like to have you writhing beneath me - but I had to refrain."

You stepped back and kept shaking your head, “Too much. Too, too much! I can’t do this. We can't do this. We have Kings and Queens, Counts, Barons, and Lords, coming to your castle with their gorgeous daughters. To meet you.”

You backed up more. Not letting him get too close. His musk and eyes, the charming British accent. All tempting to lure you in like a siren's song, “And I am not a princess.”

He let out a frustrated growl, following as you backed away.

"I don't care if you're a princess or not. I don't care about those other girls. I don't want any of them. I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. And you can't deny the connection between us. The way our bodies fit together, the way we move in sync... We're meant to be together, princess."

You outstretched your arms to keep him at bay. Flattening your hands to his bare chest. Fingers twitched on his skin as there was a loud knock on the bathing room’s door. Grimsby’s voice on the other side rang through the thick wood,

“Prince Eric, your mother is asking for you. She picked out your outfit and wants to see you try it on!"

Eric sighed heavily, annoyance clear on his face as Grimsby's voice interrupted the moment. He glanced towards the door, then back at you. Eyes lingering on your hands against his chest.

"Fine. I'll be there in a minute," he called back to the man through gritted teeth, his body tense with frustration and unfulfilled desire.

'We’re done here' you mouthed to him, pushing him back firmly but not harshly. After scooping up your skirt, you wait by the door to hear Grimsby’s footsteps patter over the stone flooring; echoing away.

“I have to get back to work or he’ll personally get me fired.”

He scowled at your words, clearly unhappy with the idea of leaving things as they are. He took a step towards you, but you pushed him back again, and he reluctantly stepped back further. He watched you gather your things, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desire.

"We're not done, princess. Not by a long shot."

You yanked the door open and lingered in the royal bathing room doorway, “Except we are, at least for now. You need to go meet so many pretty ladies and look just happy enough to keep world peace between your kingdom and all of theirs. So, go do your own damn job or risk pissing off mommy." You said in a semi-mocking tone.

He grumbled under his breath, knowing you were right but hating it. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, his jaw clenched tight,

"Damn it, you're infuriating, you know that?"

“Then stay away from me," You said with a teasing raise of your eyebrows, then hastily exiting the doorway and into the shadows.

Scurrying down the hall and to your room. Passing other servant friends and your coworkers. Rinsing your hair with a proper wash in the communal quarters.

After drying off, you touched up your makeup. Making it a little sexier tonight, with darker shadows and brighter blush. You changed into the formal event uniform - a slim, black maid's dress. Spinning in the mirror, you grimaced at your reflection. Feeling not sexy at all.

You'll blend in with the shadows, as colorful princesses in ball gowns soon swarm the castle.

[amaretigris]

So I saw the modern au one shot for Prince Eric that you made and I really liked it so I was wondering if you could do a part two to it. You can choose whether the one shot is still fully fluff or it’s half fluff and half smut either way whatever you choose I’ll be fine with it.

Yay! I'm so glad you liked it 😁 Here's part two. I took the liberty of making it smutty 😝 I hope you enjoy! ❤️

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Waves Part 2

WARNING: EXPLICIT | 1.7k words

The past 6 weeks with Eric have been a dream. You often found yourself smiling for no reason, both in and out of the pool. You were naturally focused but, lately, you’ve had to put more effort into your concentration. Your mind would freely wander to a prince of a man with dark curls and eyes that reflected the ocean. You didn’t mind being so smitten, as long as it didn’t affect your studies or your sport.

Finishing up in the locker room, you grabbed your bag and headed out. Waving at Flounder on the way to the door, you saw a familiar form leaned up against the doorframe. You immediately crossed your arms at his smug demeanor.

“Yes, Sebastian?” The roll of your eyes was apparent in your voice.

“Afternoon, girl. Where you runnin’ off to?”

“I finished practice early, so I was heading back to my dorm.”

Sebastian tsked.

“Hmm. If I recall, I’ve seen you around with one student in particular. What was his name again? You wouldn’t happen to be meeting him, would you?”

You were fully aware that Sebastian was trying to get a rise out of you.

“Sebastian, don’t play dumb. You know his name is Eric. And yes, we’ve been spending time together. Is that what you want? To hear me admit it?”

You watched as Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and pushed himself away from the door.

“Doesn’t hurt. Look, I’m just glad you’re happy. Let us know if that ever changes,” he said, motioning to Flounder and then back to himself.

You turned to look at him still sitting behind the desk as Flounder puffed up his chest.

“Yeah, that’s right. Just say the word, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, alright. Geez. I’m leaving now,” you announced as you threw your hand up to wave goodbye.

Finally getting back to your dorm, you threw your bag into the desk chair and plopped down on the edge of your bed. You pulled out your phone to text Eric that you were back from practice before setting your phone down on the nightstand and switching on your TV. Scrolling through the channels, you stopped on a nature documentary. The show held your attention for several minutes before you heard a quick knock at your door.

“Come in,” you shouted and watched the door open.

Eric’s bright eyes found yours. He was already smiling.

“Hey, how was practice?”

You shrugged.

“It was good, I guess. For some reason, I keep getting distracted,” you twisted your face to feign confusion.

Eric kicked off his shoes and sat beside you on the bed. He let out a chuckle and placed his hand delicately on your cheek, like he was admiring your face.

“Oh yeah? That’s unfortunate. I’ve been experiencing the same.”

“What should we do?”

This time you jutted out your bottom lip in a pout, watching Eric’s eyes flick down to it. His thumb lightly traced your bottom lip, pressing it down when his eyes shot back to yours.

“Nothing? I personally don’t mind being distracted by a mermaid princess, such as yourself.”

You rolled your eyes at Eric’s statement and saw a ghost of another smile come to his lips before he urgently pressed them to yours. You opened your mouth to let Eric explore. He was an excellent kisser now that he knew what you liked. You felt Eric’s hand slowly slip down to your neck, descend over your chest, and begin toying with the waistband of your jeans.

In the past 6 weeks, this was as far as the two of you had gotten, with hungry kisses and longing touches. You decided then and there that you were ready for more. Still enjoying the kiss, you slowly lowered your hand down to unbutton your jeans. The movement made Eric pull away and look down.

His cheeks were turning red as he saw what you’d done. His eyes flicked back to yours and he licked his lips nervously.

“A-Are you sure, (Y/N)? We don’t have to. I don’t want to pressure you.”

His eyes kept darting around the space then returning to you. You thought it was cute that he was so fidgety.

Grabbing his chin and locking eyes with him, you spoke clearly.

“Eric, I’m ready for this if you are.”

Eric’s warm blue eyes bounced between your (e/c) ones, and you saw him take in a definitive breath before nodding.

“Okay,” he practically whispered.

You flashed him a bright smile before you continued your assault on his lips. You grabbed Eric’s forearms and pulled them to lay him down on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His weight felt good above you. Comforting in a way. You playfully nipped and sucked on Eric’s bottom lip and the two of you burst into a fit of laughs.

Moving your hands down again, you pushed your pants down as far as you could and shimmied them down the rest of the way. Eric stared at your pink underwear for a long moment before he returned his attention to your face. Seconds later, you heard his button and zipper come undone. Kicking his pants off, he threw them to the floor.

This time when his lips returned to yours, they were fervent. Guiding your arms above your head and gently tracing your skin, Eric worked your shirt up before he pulled it over your head for you. You grabbed his neck and kissed him hard. Letting your hands rub down his chest, you slipped one into his shirt. The delicious peaks and crevices of his abs made your mouth water. You quickly worked his shirt up and over his head as well, laying back to take in the full view.

You bit your lip and smiled when your eyes wandered up to Eric’s again. He chuckled at your expression.

“Like what you see?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You vehemently nodded, looking down to the tent in his boxers.

“Mm, I like it very much.”

You licked your lips before they rejoined his.

You felt Eric’s fingers slide under the band of your panties. You could feel his hand shaking as it brushed over your mound, and slowly, slowly worked its way down to feel your wetness. Eric gasped into the kiss and looked down at his hand.

You confidently grinned.

“You make me this excited, Eric. I can’t wait to show you just how much.”

Eric’s eyes concentrated on your face as he experimented with his fingers, slowly working one into your throbbing core. It was your turn to gasp and Eric almost pulled his digit out, but you caught his arm.

“Don’t you dare stop,” you purred.

Eric’s eyebrows furrowed as his finger ventured back in, eventually finding a rhythm that had you panting.

“Can I add another, (Y/N)?”

You excitedly nodded your head, closing your eyes to savor the bliss of another finger entering you. You moaned at the feeling. Regaining his rhythm, Eric pumped his fingers in and out of you. He was watching your face the whole time to judge your reactions. Slowly working you to your peak, Eric heard your moaning increasing in volume and frequency. That had to be good, right?

Before you were fully aware how close you were to cumming, you were falling over the edge. Eric worked his fingers in and out at a steady pace, riding out the waves of your high for as long as he could. The sight before him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever experienced. He’d dare say that it even beat sailing.

When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Eric’s wide, sparkling blue ones staring down at you intently.

“Was that okay, (Y/N)?”

You giggled.

“Did it sound like it was okay? Certainly did to me,” you laughed.

Eric smiled, still staring down at you lovingly with his hand on your side. You reached your arm up to twirl your fingers in his hair. You did this for a minute, just enjoying the postcoital bliss, until your second arm reached up and grabbed some hair too.

Pulling Eric’s face back down to yours, you cheekily said, “Your turn,” before you devoured his mouth.

Eric suddenly felt his boxers being pushed down and his member spring free. You took hold of him in your hand before pumping his shaft a couple times. The sensation left Eric groaning with his mouth open. You needed him inside you- he was bigger than you even imagined. Lining him up with your entrance, you brought your hands to rest on the bottom of Eric’s back. Giving him a gentle nudge of pressure, you felt him slowly enter you.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream as Eric worked his way in. You were so deliciously full by the time he bottomed out. Moaning and gasping, you peppered kisses on Eric’s cheeks and encouraged him to open his eyes. He did eventually open them, panting and looking down where the two of you were joined. He looked back at your face.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You giggled and shook your head, kissing his nose.

“No, you’re bigger than I expected but you didn’t hurt me. You can move whenever you’re ready, babe.”

Eric took a few centering breaths before he pulled himself back out and slowly pushed in again. He repeated this motion once more, getting his bearings, before he picked up the pace. You were just happy to be along for the ride, watching Eric’s face contort in pleasure. Scratching your nails lightly down his back, you knew that Eric was getting close. His mouth opened in a silent o before he let out a guttural moan. You quickly swallowed the rest of his pleasure as you felt his hot release shooting in you. You helped Eric ride it out- squeezing him tight and pressing skin to skin.

Eric’s thrusts slowed and eventually stopped as he tried to catch his breath. You soothingly rubbed his back as he came back from his climax. Eric propped himself up on his elbows on either side of your head and looked down at you. His smile was the brightest you’d seen from him so far, dimples melting your heart.

“That was beautiful, (Y/N),” he professed.

[aceofwhump]

Do you have any Prince Eric whump fics to rec, dear Ace?

I WISH I DID!!! Sadly there really isn't any whump fics for Eric that I've found. I did enjoy this one: Remember by Maeko Summary: It made sense, after all - Ursula was a powerful sea witch, and Eric was only human. 5 times Eric forgot and 1 time he remembered.

If you've written whumpy Prince Eric pleeeeeease give yourself a shout out!!!

[dayas]

Rec me Eriel fics please I miss them terribly

[artbysarf]

Oops I accidentally drew art for a fanfic I wrote this time around. That's not how this usually goes! Anyways uhh this is a scene in the most recent chapter of my fic A Way With Words  bc I am a sucker for fluff.