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˚ ⋆ sirens of the caribbean⋆ ˚

You have been swept away off a shipwreck, and you can barely swim! delusional and struggling, you hear a siren's call - and a ten foot merman with pretty blue eyes is suddenly saving your life! You aren't sure if you're unconscious, dead, or just really lucky. it's not just Satoru the siren that saves you from your impending marriage, it's also a handsome pirate named Choso - who has a vintage selection of rum - and the two of them want to share you.

pairings -merman gojo x reader x pirate choso

warnings -siren satoru has two dicks and is a bit of a perv, his collection of thingamabobs is filthy tbh, he loves to watch human orgies. They're both virgins hehe, cutie choso, monsterfking, possessive men, dual penetration, knotting, cumshots, oral, fingering, orgasms, cracked out and cute hehe

this was a comm from a lovely patreon member! 4.4k

art creds for the gojo here and choso here! - divider by @uzmacchiato

You're stuck at sea, trying desperately to doggy paddle after the boat you were on simply capsized, nearly deliriously you finally manage to float on your back, skirts dragging you down with your effort to wave your arms around. You're not much of a swimmer, the water is chilly as it laps over you in waves, until you swear you hear a deep laughter.

Are you getting delusional? You blink a bit, the moon glowing softly on your skin, as you feel the water pushing you gently. More laughter, some deep humming, heavy breaths, you wish your family ever taught you to swim, wish you weren’t in this bloody tight corset of all things when you fell, constricting your breathing even more.

A lady of your status was apparently not supposed to do such pedantic things as ‘swim’ damnit.

Fuck you're losing it. Did you consume too much saltwater!? Is this how it ends for you?

Something breaks the surface not ten feet from you, splashing water so quickly you lose your precarious floating, instead your heavy, voluminous skirts are tugging you right back down. You’re sputtering, thinking it must be some damn shark ready to take your ass out, screaming when it comes into view, and that’s when you’re a million percent sure you’re done for.

It’s a head of shockingly white hair, glittering like the very moonlight with flecks of silver, falling in ethereal waves across this pale, sharp face, angular with that jut of a chin and the hollows of those cheekbones. The moonlight catches on his glowing skin, making it gleam almost like the pearls that decorate his chest in rows of necklaces, falling between flat pink nipples.

You’re dying and dreaming of some slutty mermaid… merman!? His fucking gorgeous eyes are glowing eerily, this brilliant blue even in the dim light, like they’re on fire, and they’re fixed right on you. He’s the source of that rumbling laughter, a low, melodic sound, his teeth a sharp grin, white and pointy.

Is he scary or is he hot?

You can’t really tell, not when you’re about to fucking drown, maybe this is what dying is like, you get a pretty, creepy merman with a glittery tail splashing, droplets of water spritzing your face as he swims ever closer. You barely let out a gasp, your limbs exhausted, going stiff from your exertions, until he’s damn near right in front of you.

He seems real.

He can’t be though!

“Well, well,” his voice is deep, this sultry tone that cuts through the lapping of the waves and ringing in your ears. “Look what the tide brought in. A pretty little human.”

You’re too stunned, too cold and fucking exhausted to do anything but stare in response, when he moves closer, and you get a good look at that tail beneath the water, covered in glittery scales that shimmer and reflect, thick scales that are a range of beautiful blue like his eyes, from cobalt to indigo, and hints of cerulean, they slip up to his abdomen, daringly low, smattering across his obliques.

A fucking merman.

Are the legends true!?

“You are wearing way too much of those annoying human clothes, y’know,” he observes softly. “Splashing like that will exhaust you.”

Before you can even form a response, a strong, muscled arm wraps around your corseted waist tightly, bringing you to his chest. You cling to his neck, blushing at the proximity. “I’m sorry th-this is so… improper…”

He chuckles at that, his skin is cool to the touch, chest hard and smooth like he’s made of some sea stone. You cling tightly and feel his strength as he picks you up in his arms. “Hold on, little human.”

You do just that, sighing in relief as the merman carries you, he moves with a sleek grace that your splashing and drowned rat level swimming could never hope to accomplish, slicing through the water as if he’s a part of it. The chill of the night air and the water is nothing like the coolness of his skin, making you tremble even as you rest thankfully against him.

“I’ll get you somewhere to warm up,” he murmurs. “Just rest.”

You lose track of time as you cling to this mythical creature, your head resting against his strong shoulder, the rhythmic sway of his tail beneath you and his humming making you drift in and out of consciousness. Your lips brush his neck as the very presence of him starts ruining you.

“Mmm, merman,” he chuckles, holding you tightly, enjoying the feel of your breasts on his chest far too much. Satoru’s never seen a human this pretty before, he can’t stop staring at you.

“Human,” he answers, his fingers brushing against your spine. “You probably can’t breathe in this.”

“Stupid corsets,” you grumble. Satoru has some in his treasure cove – some may call it a perverted collection, he has lingerie, corsets, panties, lots of panties.

Humans fascinate him.

He loves to watch those ships where they’re just having orgies truly, but even then he’s never been that interested in a human aside from the paintings and statues he’s collected. You, however, even exhausted and soaking wet, shivering, are far too pretty. Satoru thinks he’d like to keep you in his collection, but a human couldn’t be in his world, unless he gave you some of his air in a kiss.

Yet, even that was a temporary thing.

Satoru finds a cove and rests you upon it, using his sharp nails to slice that corset right off you. You breathe greedy gulps of air, letting him cut it off you entirely, then he makes quick work of your petticoats. Soon you’re in nothing but that little translucent slip that’s covering your body, and Satoru sees the way it clings to your every curve.

Your waist, hips, the curve of your tummy, delicate and lovely, the lines of your ribcage right beneath the swell of your breasts, rising and falling with your breaths. Humans aren’t too different from merfolk – Satoru can have legs if he wants when he’s on land even though his legs are covered in scales so it’s a little different. Mermaid women had slits rather than what’s between your thighs.

“Thank you,” you murmur sleepily, hand brushing against his cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I know, right?” You laugh weakly, coughing up more water, Satoru removes a faint little trace of seaweed from your damp hair.

“Mermaids are real then?”

“They are,” he leans on an elbow, flicking his tail as he rests with you. “We can live on land for some time, but we get sad without the sea.”

You’re starting to come to, tracing his abdomen with your fingers delicately, sighing and then blushing when you see a slit over his tail that darts down, curiously touching it and making him hiss when it parts ever so slightly. Satoru’s gripping your wrist, glaring. “Um… what’s here?”

“That’s our cocks, princess,” you gasp, stammering as you feel the thick scales all across it. “Really wanna go there?’

“You all have those!?”

“How do you think we breed, hmm?”

“Oh dear,” you’re half delirious, half horny, cunt throbbing.

“I need you out of this dress before you get sick,” he slips it off you, leaving you completely naked. “I’ll ring it dry a bit.”

You’re holding those breasts with an arm, cupping one as if to cover yourself up, the other hand right over your cunt, eyeing the merman curiously. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Of course,” he’s ringing out your dress and turning away, painfully hard so that he’s bulging even underneath his thick scales. Fuck he’s never actually mated with another mermaid, he’s only jerked it to statues and pictures of pretty humans, but even then, he’s never been so overheated. “I’ll get it as dry as I can. Ships come here often, so we should be able to get you safely home.”

“Home,” Satoru looks back at you, the moonlight hitting your skin and making it shimmer. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Why?” He asks curiously, you frown.

“I was getting married off to this terrible man, and… I would rather get lost at sea than marry him.”

“Oh…” He keeps ringing your dress out, when a ship nears the distance. “Well, where would you want to go?”

“Anywhere but home, let them all think I’m dead,” Satoru’s heart hurts for you then.

What a curious, beautiful human.

*****

Notorious Pirate Captain Choso is absolutely buzzed off his dark spiced rum, the finest the Caribbean could offer truly. He’s singing to himself just a bit after his brothers have gone to sleep, he started doing this truly to give them the best life. Choso was not a violent pirate, no he’d just sort of kindly ask to take the cargo, and if they didn’t comply then his brothers tended to go a little insane.

Yet Choso always tried to negotiate – parlays were sacred to a pirate like him. He’s laughing just a bit as the salty sea spray brushes his skin, leaning over the starboard bow and sipping just a little more. It’s a pretty night and the moon is full, illuminating all of the sea, with waves lapping gently, he peers at his compass and almost drops the damn thing, flushed from the alcohol in his system.

“And a bottle of rum,” he’s humming, his hair tousled and messy, when he swears in the distance he sees…

Are those titties?

A pretty fucking mermaid with titties next to some merman, glowing underneath the moonlit sky?

Choso rubs his eyes, smudging that charcoal they're lined with, surely his eyes play tricks on him. Every pirate has heard the tails of merfolk and sirens but they were legends, myths, they couldn't possibly be true. Yet the closer he gets, using his little gold telescope, he sees your pretty body even closer.

He's so distracted by you he barely acknowledges this giant ten foot long merman next to you, you're tiny in comparison to the damn giant with the blue. Choso can't hardly see your tail. But he knows it must be beautiful.

Has he fallen for a siren before he can even hear her song!? He's a romantic yes but to be this enamored from a distance – surely you're calling to his heart. He rushes over to his wheel, steering it right in your direction, could it be the rum, the madness, or was it you casting a spell upon him!?

*****

“Here,” the merman slips the dried slip on you, tugging you against his chest, you sigh and hug him tightly. Letting his hands brush up and down your bare shoulder. “So you don't want to go home, where should I take you? You could come down underneath the sea with me for a time, but you have to kiss me for oxygen.”

“Is this a ploy to kiss me?” You tease, he laughs softly, procuring some water from the dew in the air and setting it in his hands for you to sip.

“No salt in this.”

“Oh thank you,” you sip from his palm, the one with the sharp nails, they're just a little webbed his fingers but largely human. And large in general, so much you're blushing when they touch your chin, sipping the water greedily. “Mmm!”

“Do you need more?” You nod and he gathers just a bit more.

“Yum, what's your name?”

“Satoru,” he smiles, far too pretty for a creature with sharp, pointy teeth, letting you sip more, brushing your lip carefully with a thumb. “You really can breathe underwater with a merman’s kiss.”

“But I cannot swim!”

“I could help you,” you giggle softly, leaning forward with the breeze blowing your hair around gently, the giant merman – Satoru – tilts your chin up, leaning low.

“Will you bite me?”

“You want me to?” You giggle, if you’re going to be delirious and perhaps dead or unconscious, you might as well kiss a pretty merman. “I only will if you ask, Merman’s honor.”

“I see,” you lean up and brush your nose against his, his hand slipping up your back and leaving trails of goosebumps, his eyes glittering like stars are swirling in the irises. “Shall we practice such a kiss?”

“Mhm, we should,” Satoru tugs you against him, lips brushing against yours, sweet breath ghosting over your lips and making them tingle, sighing your name and then kissing your mouth. It must be some sort of magic, the kiss has you dizzy, arching up for more as his tongue slips inside your mouth, dancing along your teeth and then slipping inside, against your tongue.

“Mmm,” you’re whining out when he tugs you onto his lap, his scales cool and rough against delicate skin, your heat right against the coolness of his waist, where his tail flicks excitedly, hands taking over your waist. You pull back for a breath and he drags you back down, moaning into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans those words lazily, sharp pointy teeth nipping your lower lip, you gasp and he grins. “Couldn’t help myself, sweetheart, you’re just the most delectable human.”

“Do you lead humans to their deaths with your songs?” you roll your hips with his guidance, cunt dragging along that slit you’re ever curious about.

“Not me, no, I’m not much of a singer,” he hums a bit, making you dizzy. “Do you think my voice is that good?”

“I do, it could put me to sleep,” you yawn and he frowns.

“Don’t yawn while grinding on me,” he drags you down further, both of you just nestled on this cove as the ship approaches, your hands pressing against the marble hardness of his biceps. “Keep moving like that and you’ll have me all out.”

You move again, gasping out when you feel it – tips prodding your entrance, you pull up and a messy trail of slick drips down them, you’re biting your lip hard at the sight.

“Oh!”

“Mmhm, spit on them princess,” he whispers desperately, you do just that, spitting on the two tips that rub together and are shoving further out of that opening, for him to toy with your slit with those long fingers, dragging you right back down, having you glide them through your soppy folds. “Oh fuck, humans feel this good?”

“Are w-we similar?” you blush as you ask, he nods and kisses you again, swallowing nervously as he drags you up and down him faster, each stroke his cocks are starting to thrust out even more, your cunt gliding right along. Satoru’s kissing down your throat, eyes fluttering shut as his soft hair brushes your skin.

Is Satoru going to lose his virginity to a human?

The prettiest human just grinding her cute slit on his cocks? He wonders if you could take it though, considering the bigger he gets, the more he’s unsure your tiny hole could stand it. His cocks are each over ten inches, and you just don’t even look that deep – mermaids were made to take more than you.

But your cunt was so wet, he bets you’d try.

Satoru takes some of that arousal and laps it off his fingers, moaning now, desperate to taste you when he hears shouting, some drunken goth pirate waving his arms around. He grimaces and rolls his eyes, you pause your grinding and turn around, gasping at the sight.

“A ship! Oh, Satoru, you can’t tell them where I’m from…”

“Of course I won’t,” he murmurs softly, willing his cocks to go back inside, but they’re stuck out, throbbing and leaking pearlescent beads of precum. You blush as you look at the sticky mess he’s leaked against your cunt, looking at his cocks with wide eyes.

“Oh would those even fit!? And… you could only use one!?”

“You have two holes,” he grins and you blink curiously. “I studied human anatomy extensively.”

“I… see…”

“And you stretch.”

You gasp. “That much?”

“Well, I could find out,” he’s about to slip his fingers inside when the damn cockblock of a pirate is shouting again. Satoru rolls his eyes. “Ugh, I guess we should probably get you on board, some food and more water would be good for you, even if I wanna drag you down to the sea.”

“Oh r-right,” you hop off and adjust your slip, standing and then blinking down at his cocks again, blushing furiously at the sight, his cocks even have this faint light blue shimmer to their thick, veiny forms, and that’s not even all of his cocks, clearly – more is sticking out! “Do they go back in?”

“Yes but not if you keep looking like that, turn around please?” You do that, your eyes catching sight of the pirate now.

“He’s rather handsome…”

“Excuse me!?”

“I mean,” you look back, giggling now, Satoru’s glaring, splashing water at you with his pretty blue tail. “Hey!”

“Don’t stare at other men, what a little harlot,” you can’t stop giggling, even as he snatches you up, his cocks finally put back up, you hold onto his neck tightly. “Two cocks not enough, do you need three?”

“How many holes do I have?”

“Oh you brat,” he’s sighing and rolling his pretty ocean eyes as the ship finally comes close enough. “You think you’ll be alone with the pirate? Jokes on you, I have legs too.”

Satoru’s lifted you so you’re riding his back, going the rest of the way until the handsome drunken pirate peers over at you both, tossing down a rope ladder. “Hello there, sir!”

“You beautiful siren,” he’s got flushed cheeks, you’re giggling at him, Satoru’s got a death grip on your thighs as he scowls with his pretty blue eyes. “Come aboard, fair maiden. Um… suppose your friend can too.”

“So kind of you sir,” Satoru pinches your thighs and you gasp, smacking at the grinning siren. “We shall.”

*****

Captain Choso has to get both of you dry clothes, since when Satoru does have his legs – his cocks are just hanging there. Oh, and they have scales along the base, rather than any sort of hair, darting down his shimmery thighs. He’s still extremely tall as a human but not the ten feet of length, a bit more human, well over six foot – as is the handsome pirate Choso.

He’s overly attentive as he gives you a good hearty meal, making sure you have the finest linen to wear he could find. It’s a dress too large and daringly low on your chest, baring your shoulders to Choso’s eager gaze. His amethyst eyes are damn near black when you lean down and take a sip of rum while Satoru is dressing – he finds human clothes so intriguing that he’s trying on all sorts of things.

A drop slips down your throat ever so slowly, Choso’s fingers dart and catch it, making your heart race, your cheeks flushed from his proximity and the rum. “Sorry, you made a little bit of a mess.”

“Hmm,” you swipe at his lips with your thumb, smiling at him. “You’re messy too.”

“Ah well if I knew a siren would be on my ship I’d have cleaned up,” you giggle at that, tilting your head just a bit.

“Who, Satoru?”

“You. Not him, ugh.”

“I’m a human though,” Choso blinks curiously. “Did you think me a mermaid?”

“You are one,” you laugh again, shaking your head as he twirls a lock of your hair around his finger. “I know you are, cannot lie to me.”

“No, a human who can’t swim I’m afraid, I was a noble lady,” his fingers dart across your cheeks. “I fear I don’t want to go back.”

“You can stay on my ship,” he murmurs softly, tilting your chin up, you sigh, so warm with his touch, Satoru’s sweetness still lingering on your lips. “For as long as you wish. Though I think you are a siren, enchanting me.”

“Not at all,” he kisses you softly, and you exhale, leaning close – in one night you’ve kissed two handsome men, and your body is reacting to every bit of it. “Mmm, I should have asked permission.”

“I give it–”

“Excuse me!?” Siren Satoru has his hands on his hips, he’s decked out in some sort of fancy blue and gold robes, tied at the waist – too much of that chest showing, Satoru snatches you up before you can blink, sitting you right on his lap. “I’m claiming her as my mate, pirate boy.”

“I’ve offered her a place on my ship as my mate, merman.” Satoru scoffs, hand gripping your tit as he wraps his arms around you.

“I’ve already had my cocks almost inside her–”

“Satoru!”

“What? I have, how many cocks do you have, pirate boy?”

“One but it’s quite impressive,” he’s blushing as he says it, you giggle again, drunk off the rum and their attention. “I could be inclined to share this fair maiden if that’s what she wishes.”

“This greedy human,” Satoru grumbles when he feels how wet you are on his thigh, you just blink at him all pretty. “Fine then, I’ll let you have your fun before I drag you to the sea’s depths.”

“Yay!”

You’re not quite sure how you end up naked, with Choso on his knees, Satoru holding your thighs wide as you sit on his lap, kissing across your neck while the pirate delves his tongue between your folds. You’re trembling and clinging to his dark messy hair, Satoru’s sharp teeth sinking into the skin at your neck, Choso’s straight nose smacking your twitchy clit.

Both men are devouring every inch of you – Choso’s mouth is hot and hungry, Satoru’s is cool – his tongue so long it slips in your cunt and hits your soft spot when he’s fucking it inside of you. Both of them moaning and drinking your juices up, as their cocks thicken – Satoru’s are still this pretty pearly blue tint, Choso has the prettiest pink tip you could imagine.

“On your knees, princess,” Satoru orders softly, you eagerly kneel on Choso’s captain bed, and he’s got his cock rubbing on your lips, as Satoru’s stupidly long fingers toy inside your holes – both holes, stretching you until you’re dizzy.

“Open for me please? Pretty please?” Choso asks, Satoru snorts, fucking your ass with his long fingers, as his cock eases in your cunt, already dripping wet. You open eagerly, tongue out for his cock to glide, the heavy weight warm against the roof of your mouth, Satoru’s sharp nails press into your hips.

“Ah!” You’re gasping for a breath, clinging to Choso's thighs when Satoru’s thick, veiny cocks start pressing inside, your cunt sucks him so eagerly, but your other hole takes a bit to stretch. The pressure makes you dizzy, Satoru’s pearly pre cum is making your holes even further lubricated, Satoru leans back and spits right on your ass, making it glide easier inside you.

The ship is rocking, making you take them both deeper as the ship pushes you back and forth. Choso pulls back when you whine out around him, swiping some of his cum off the corner of your mouth and lapping at it, eyeing you under dark lashes. “Oh you’re s-so pretty…”

“So f-full,” you gasp out those words, Satoru leans over you and kisses your lips, lapping at Choso’s pre as he shoves even deeper, bulging inside you, cocks rubbing against each other between your walls. “Mnh!”

“I know, sweetheart,” Satoru groans, staying still for a moment, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness as you grip him tightly. You’re arching as Choso fucks your throat, Satoru tugs at your waist and begins to move, Choso’s thrusts matching Satoru’s as they fuck inside you. “Oh f-fuck… tightest little human, god…”

Choso sinks back inside your throat, one of your hands held behind your back by Satoru’s clawed hand, the other in Choso’s grip, almost loving as you choke and gag down him, drool spilling all over. Both of them are whimpering, two thick cocks fucking into your cervix and ass, the other sinking in your tight throat. “Takin’ it so well, g-god… losing my virginity to a siren!?”

“She’s a h-human,” Satoru laughs softly, smirking at Choso now. “Unless you wanna lose it to me, but y-you’re not my type.”

“Tch, neither are you,” Satoru blows the pirate a kiss, you’d laugh if you weren’t stuffed full of cocks. Satoru slams hard inside your gummy, quivering walls and rolls his hips.

“Cum on my cocks, that’s it, my pretty human,” you’re screaming around Choso’s cock as your body convulses, your holes clamping down around Satoru’s veiny lengths.

You’re milking him and making him whine out with the way you flutter, the sensation is too much for him, you’re too pretty and perfect even as you’re drooling down a pirate – maybe you’re prettier like this. Choso’s lost in your face, your eyes rolled back, your lips wrapped around his base.

“Cum, let us see you, pretty.”

You’re squirting and spasming around the mermaid’s cocks, Satoru pulsing as he fills you with his hot, pearly cum coating your holes, Choso is right behind him, gasping out. Choso pulls out of your mouth, fisting his cock as he spills himself across your face and tits, his release hot and sticky as it decorates your skin in pretty patterns, your mouth wide open, catching much of his sticky release.

“Oh god, I’ve gotten drunk off the sea imagining this,” you exhale a shaky laugh at Choso when Satoru’s cocks lock the fuck inside you, thickening at the tips and stretching you too much, pulling you up on your knees. Choso’s kneeling on the bed licking his own release off your tits, your throat, moaning as your hips twitch, cunt and ass too full.

“Sorry, I guess we… gotta stay like this,” Satoru huffs, his sharp teeth sinking in your neck, your tummy is bulged where Satoru’s hand presses. “I can’t pull out.”

“How long, mnh!?” Satoru’s whining out and bucking up, Choso’s kissing on your lips, saliva and cum drooled into your slack mouth as you cling to him.

“I d-don’t know, you’re my first too, just stay here,” Satoru smirks when Choso pouts. “Now, where are you staying? The ship or the sea, hmm?”

Why can’t you… have both?

Both sounds good.

****

i'm dying imagining perverted merman gojo's stash lol

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