#selkie and sailors

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

the free baby saga,,,,,,,,,, FINALE

could also be considered, Moon infects Sun with baby fever. Selkie Reader is confused but glad their husbands are having fun 💕💕💕

First part here !

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

when u rlly want a belly rub but both of ur husbands aren’t paying attention to u so u follow them around crying softly

[rutobuka2]

happy mermay from selkie Bilbo and captain Thorin! 🐬💖

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Selkie and the Sailor

Yandere Male Sailor x Selkie Male Reader

CW: Noncon, kidnapping, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 583

A tale as old as the ages. A human hopelessly enamored by a selkie. Captain Frederick Farview, in his early thirties, was the human. He owned and sailed a large leisure vessel for wealthy customers.

And you were the selkie. An abnormal male one at that. 

He had first encountered you while doing a cruise for wealthy clients. From the boat, he had seen a strange sight. He saw a beautiful man put on some sort of cloth and transform into a beautiful seal before sliding into the water and swimming away. 

He had been so enamored by the creature he had seen in the moonlight that he had to see it again. Out of pure curiosity, and to assure himself that he had not imagined it, he took a smaller personal boat back to the location after the cruise finally ended.

The captain knew it was likely a long shot, but he had to know for sure. To his surprise, he actually went around you, sitting on a rock jutting out of the water in the distance. Though you swam away when you noticed him. 

You had been warned about humans.

But eventually, your curiosity got the better of you, and his persistence paid off. You allowed him to approach within speaking distance. He was charming and kind. Curious about your origins and culture.

Soon enough, he won you over. You shed your seal skin lower half, which allowed you to morph into a human form and board his fancy yacht.

After a few times, you let your guard down, and he wrestled your magic skin from you and forced you to be his.

He hid it away and took you to his home. Having nowhere else to go in this strange world and owning nothing, not even clothes, you were dependent on him and had to endure marriage to him. 

But worse than that, you had to endure his cock constantly. Filling your mouth or ass with his seed constantly. It seemed there was nothing he liked more than having his hands caressing you as he fucked into you while babbling about how perfect and beautiful you were.

One day, though, you finally found your skin. He had taken you for a small trip on his personal yacht, and you found it still stashed there all this time while he slept. Like a treasure to be hidden away from the world.

A treasure indeed.

You took it to the deck and slipped it on before jumping into the water with a splash. Captain Farview woke up and found you missing from his side. He arrived just in time to see you swim away.

With a growl of frustration, he got some fishing gear and was in hot pursuit. The waters here were shallow, so he knew if he was fast, you wouldn't be able to escape.

In the end, he caught you in a net. When he took you home, he tied you up in front of the roaring fireplace and threw your seal skin, your selkie birthright, into the flames.

You screamed and lunged forward, but his strong hands kept you in place as you howled in agony. It pained him to see you like this, but it was the only way to get it through your head that your place was with him.

He picked you up and buried your face in his chest as you wept.

"Come on, let's get you to bed. You've had a long day."

[ddollfface]

My heart aches for my lil baby sailor/selkie son! I’d give him all the hugs, kisses, and love if I could! I hope our relationship with him can improve. I don’t want him to grow up a sad, bitter, and neglected person!

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Honestly, I’d be willing to force myself to loving sailor so that son can witness a loving relationship from his parents! And I’d prob fall in love with sailor already cause I love all the yandere red flags!

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡?

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙭 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Let's be realistic here, nonnie. You wouldn't. Trigger Warnings; ANGST, yandere, kidnapping, mentions of rape, poorly written gore, forced pregnancy, gross.

That’s what you thought in the beginning, when you were pregnant, newly captured brought home to your lover’s arms. You thought that you’d be the loving mother who could ignore all the bad signs, that could push past the abuse and cold words, only seeing the obsession in his eyes as a positive. I mean, though his touch feels like poison, and his voice is nails on a chalkboard, at least he loves you? You thought that it was irrational to blame an innocent child for the doings of their father, that it was horrible for you to look down at your stomach with grimace and shame. 

How could you? How could you think so poorly of your son? What kind of mother are you for resenting your body for taking his seed as it’s supposed to? It made you sick. You wanted to claw out your tongue, smash in your teeth, and scream until your lungs collapsed for ever muttering the words I love you to such a man. You wanted to feel your blood swell in your mouth, dribbling down your aching throat as you cried, cried, cried out in pain. The feeling of something, something of his growing inside of you, stealing your energy, and sucking the life out of you. 

But you tried. You smiled, giggled, and laughed at every word he spewed out, not listening to a single syllable. He knew it was an act, that you didn’t love him, but he respected your act so he was soft. He gave you space, letting you breathe, ignoring your sobs as you curled away from him in your shared bed. He didn’t let you go hungry, cooking your meals every morning, day, and night. No matter how difficult you’d be, he’d come to your every beck and call. That made things easier, more tolerable, making it seem as if you were a victim of rape, kidnapping, and forced marriage.

It allowed you to live in a fantasy as a loving wife, assisting your husband in the lighthouse, cleaning when you could, and even making dinner! You lived like this for a while, but as your stomach grew, and your situation settled, you came to realize that you weren’t leaving. You weren’t you; who were you? Where were you? Why were you so pliant? 

You remembered.

Everything! You remembered the feeling of his hands on your skin, clawing away at your pelt, scrapping any trace of who you were away and replacing it with him, him, him. His hands cupping your jaw, whispering sweet nothings as he pressed you against the sand of the beach. You can still feel the sting of the sand imprinting against your smooth skin, feeling your pelt get torn away from you, slipped away from your gasps.

Let it be known, you fought. 

You clawed, bit, and scratched, slapping anything that was in your view. Your pupils dilated as his hands grazed down your body, massaging, and pressing against your skin as if you were a prayer. His lips followed suit, peppering across your skin, making you gag. Your heart was swelling with rage, filthy rage. A need to jab, punch, hit, scream, anything to get you away, consuming your soul.

You were never the same, never seeing the ocean in the same light. The waves pressing against your side as he slipped off your clothes, brushing away any tears that dribbled down your cheeks, your hands reaching out for the ocean, your home. He’d swat your hands away, tsking as he leaned down, brushing his nose against your cheek, nuzzling into your flesh.

His touch felt like a searing pan, the burning of a stove as he slowly melted his lips to yours, tilting his head in a soft motion. You bit at his lips, trying to rip the flesh away. Your jagged teeth drawing blood. It made you happy, proud of yourself when the taste of iron flooded into your mouth, staining your taste buds as you screamed, calling for your brethren.

He took you that night, deciding that if you weren’t going to be soft, then neither was he. He pressed you into the dirt, taking you like a bitch. Soft words still spewing from his mouth as he held your waist, holding you down as he pinned you to the ground. The sound of the ocean calling out to you as you grabbed the grains of sand, feeling them against your palm as you clawed at the ground, hoping for it to swallow you in one gulp. 

But that was in the past, no? It was just a fit of rage, you concluded. You were quite rude, you recall, spitting insults and hurtful glares throughout the whole… exchange. Maybe he wasn’t too bad… he did clean you up afterward, that’s what good men do, no? You’re not sure. Let’s just say, you’ve never been too keen on human affairs, never interesting you the same way it did to your sisters and brothers. 

You could put that in the past, ridding it from your memory, and replacing it with his gentle touch. The way he helps you do the dishes, placing you on the counter as you watch him work. His eyes lingering on your stomach for a moment too long, but there was nothing but a content gleam in them. His hazel eyes locked on your form, never leaving you as if he was afraid you’d disappear. That look always ruins it for you, it rips you away from your wishful fantasy of a loving home. It reminds you that he is in fact not your husband, but your hopelessly obsessive captor who doesn’t trust you to do anything. 

But you could do this. You could look past that look in his eyes, brushing it off as him as being protective over your fragile baby. You are carrying his baby, after all. It’s only natural that he’s a little antsy whenever you use a knife, or stand on a chair to get a jar, or peer outside for too long. It’s just natural, you tell yourself. You could get through this and succumb to his fantasies. His fantasies were yours, you told yourself. It was difficult in the beginning, but you’ve gotten used to it. 

You no longer flinch away from his touches, letting his hands settle on your baby bump, rubbing the skin of your stomach with warm, strong hands. His scared tissue brushing against your smooth skin, causing you to shiver, but you suppressed it. You could do this.

It’s not that bad when he helps you in the kitchen. You’re no longer worried that he’ll carve out your heart for his own needs, wanting to take you in the most primal sense of the word. Your eyes don’t flicker to his form every time he picks up a knife, wondering if it’ll be you chopped instead of the lamb. You could do this. 

And you don’t let your eyes linger on the ocean anymore, deciding to busy yourself with other things than just sitting on a window seal. You crochet now, making blankets, shirts, and socks for yourself, thinking of it as a self-service for yourself. Though you could always feel your heart skip a beat, and your head feels fuzzy whenever he suggests you make something for the little man. You… you could…

To look into the eyes of another, and to only see the eyes of your captor. The eyes of a man who ripped you from your home, shed you of your skin, and raped you like breeding cattle. Though the gleam is different, the eyes are the same. Though the hair is of a different texture, that of a soft touch, it's the same. Though the skin is tinted darker, it's the same.

Though it's just a little boy, it's still him.

And you can never forgive him for that, no matter how much he tries.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

selkie-reader: soft! round! very cuddly! silly lil fella!!! sea-monster reader (a former selkie): i am,, a monster,,, ugly, scaly abomination,, i made myself a horror of the sea with every drop of blood i spilled,, im,,,,, hideous,,,,, how could anyone love something like me,,,, pirate-Eclipse:

JOKES ASIDE I LOVE UR ART UR LIL DOODLES R SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS AND UR LINEART IS SO CLEAN AAA i been blessed;;;;;;

POV ur alternate self gets to be all sweet and soft and cute while ur literally a sea monster (and definitely not insecure about it) and ur pirate husband comforts u

@bones-of-a-rabbit gardgdvchbc take more of these bc ur AUs gave me brain rot… they are scuttling around in there and scratching up the wallpaper

Also Royal AU with a scene from Akagami no Shirayukihime bc he would be so salty abt this

[dracononite]

⚓️ Antonio Florentino 🌊

finally getting wrapped up in another D&D campaign that my partner is running in her and our friend's fantasy world. I'm very excited to play this character, I've been brainstorming and working on them nonstop

[chiropteracupola]

Then they sat down and sang / but my love sang the clearest / Like a nightingale in the spring / saying, “You’re welcome home, my dearest...”

[moth and compass is a collaboration with @natdrinkstea]

[marinthecottage]

“So it was you” he slowly walks up to her, he is past the table when her fingertips reach out for the pelt hoping the movement goes unnoticed, it doesn’t. He flings himself against her taking her by the arm holding tight his other hand goes directly to her neck as he drives her against a wall. Her skull hits the stone and her entire body vibrates with the impact, gritting her teeth she snarls at him. “Why?” His long fingers close around her throat pressing against her skin she can feel as they leave a mark. He leans in close to her ear, the scent of pine and something deep and intense, earthy. “I could so easily break you, fragile like a little sparrow” he presses his thumb into the curve of her jaw and neck.“But first answer me, why ?”

I’m really proud of the work that goes into this fic it is a lovely wretched thing.

This is my selkie piece for the Tetarophilia fest…

@dhrteratophilia

Thank you for organizing this amazing fest

To accompany your reading may I suggest the playlist I created

[musicofthenightphantomoftheopera]

Just finished this one tonight!

I thought it would b cool to turn Princess Serenity’s dress into a Selkie style dress! The original design based off the Dior Column Dress lent itself pretty well to Selkie’s usual Silouette and style of neckline they use.

(And yes I drew Serenity plus sized on purpose. Any fatphobic comments will be deleted and you will be BLOCKED. this is your only warning. Don’t act a fool)

[justwaterflow]

Storm Waves

Herring Cove, Nova Scotia, Canada

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Moon is like the worlds doormat-iest dad in existence and that is That. If ur Moon isn’t a sucker for babies that’s not Moon to me sorry not sorry 😌😌💕😌👏✨✨💕😌😌💕😌 (blame everyone in the space aces discord for this shddgjdhdh)

baby: does anything

Sun and Moon:

[rmelster]

Ein, the selkie.

[hauntingmiser]

It's day 15

I made a selkie oc

[rainwingmarvel7]

@selfproclaimedunicorn Obviously since I made a Kaleb x Daenys moodboard I had to make one for him and Aldreda too😌

[diivinesmite]

hey