#f. ariel

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@vyrulent cont from here

One day, Eric would take his fiancée on his ship--maybe even before she became his wife. But today, he didn't have time to get there, and after teasing her in between every appointment and piece of paperwork he had, scooped her up at the end of his day and carried her to the nearest parlor. Without letting her go, he pressed the door closed with his foot and must have pushed a chair up against the door. By mistake, of course. How clumsy of Eric to have prevented that door from opening while he was busy laying Ariel on the sofa and hiking up her skirts.

Did Eric have ample room for himself on this couch? Not particularly. Did Eric think about that while he hurried off with his belt and cummerbund, braced with one knee on the cushion and the other foot on the floor? Also no. But it was all worth it to see the delight on her face the moment he pushed inside her, with a day's worth of teasing coming to a head as he groaned softly, breathless with his need now.

Reaching beneath her skirts, Eric's fingers soon found that lovely peak between Ariel's legs where she so loved to be touched. He pressed his thumb there, rubbing gently at first, timing with the deep, steady roll of his hips.

"Good girl," Eric teased, testing a new term of affection, and waiting to see her expression in response.

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He'd joined Ariel in her room this time, and had slept like the dead, snuggled skin to skin with the woman who would soon be his wife. In his half-sleep he pulled her closer and nuzzled into her hair.

Eric smiled, his eyes still closed, enjoying the smell just as much as Ariel. In his own tower, the aromas from the kitchen hardly ever reached so far, and for a few moments he could spend time enjoying…

…if he didn't realize with a start that he wasn't in his room.

This hadn't been the first time - far from it. After a short pause when Ariel found out the bleeding between her legs wasn't from him, she found herself in his room and he in hers, but there had always been the problem of what to do in the morning.

His eyes shot open, but he couldn't bring himself to do much about it now. They had a few minutes, didn't they? He traced his fingers down her spine, and her bare hip, and couldn't possibly leave her now.

"We'll need breakfast in bed as soon as we're married."

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‘ Squish! 

Eric had resigned himself to life alone in Storybrooke even after the curse had lifted. He'd never been sure what he'd done to draw Queen Regina's ire, but somehow a lifetime of chopping fish was a fitting punishment from her. He could make a mean chowder, at least.

When she called his name, he couldn't believe it. He didn't at first, but after the curse lifted he'd always remembered her face. "Ariel?"

He slipped off his apron, wiping his hands, and raced to wrap her in his arms, holding her tight and spinning her around right there on the docks, laughing in joy and disbelief.

"Oh Ursula, it's really you. You--you wanted to come back? After all this time?"

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[ relax ] sender and receiver relax on the beach

Eric's former maritime kingdom had been surrounded by tropical beaches. Aside from the curse, he'd always carried memories of warm sands and crystal-blue waters that made Maine's notoriously rocky beaches harder to get used to.

But there were patches of cool sand if you knew where to look, usually closer to the crisp and dark sea. This made the beaches inhospitable to most human swimmers in everything but summer, but Eric wasn't holding a human swimmer.

"Still awake?" He traced his fingers down Ariel's spine. His chest was her pillow, and his a rolled-up bundle of sweatshirts on top of a wrinkled beach towel, but he couldn't complain.

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[ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : sender pins receiver down by the wrists during sex.

He was the one who usually did this, but Eric deserved his comeuppance at some point. Not that he had any capacity to think of that now, covered in sweat, his head thrown back onto the bed with a strained, low growl to accentuate how painfully hard he was.

Eric had always known she was strong but not exactly how much, especially given her tiny frame, but she could pin him helplessly beneath her. He shuddered an exhale, his hips canted up where he could move nothing else. "Please--"

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one muses is under a spell / in the middle of a monstrous transformation but somehow recognizes the other and refrains from harming them (WEREWOLF AU OBVS)

His body was no longer his and exactly how it needed to be at the same time. If this even resembled what Ariel endured when she transformed from a mermaid, Eric admired her resolve. Terror radiated as much as strength down all four of his hulking, black paws.

Eric felt his tail between his legs, trying to suppress the sudden need to chase anything at all. The bedroom (his?) appeared to him in stillness and movement and the one comforting presence he could sense after his first transformation.

Ariel. Ariel. He remembered but he couldn't say her name. Even on two legs, she seemed impossibly small.

Through the flood of raw hunger, he tried to simply look at her. But even his glance sent fire through his paws, his only thought to pursue and chase and he felt himself bounding towards her before he could stop.

He knocked her full on the floor, uttering not a roar but a loud, puppy whine and licked all over her face.

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“oh  god  yes,  right  there.  please,  keep  going.” 

from [ meme ]

With his mouth on her clit and two fingers gently hooked inside her, Eric heard exactly what he was looking for. He couldn't hear Ariel as well as when they were face to face, but he took moments like these as a challenge to draw her voice out louder.

He hummed against her clit, strained from how painfully hard her exclamation made him but determined to obey as she begged. He continued rocking his fingers in and out as he had been. He doubted he'd ever tire of helping Ariel learn what she liked.

Eric drew his mouth away only to grin and murmur "Cum for me," into her skin and drew his tongue back exactly where she needed him to be.

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@vyrulent cont from [ apparently I can't link to the post what the fuck tumblr ]

Head nodded in the negative as she rubbed her leg against his. The study was quiet and the castle's staff were either asleep or keeping to themselves in their beds until the warm embrace of sleep took hold. They were alone to enjoy their pre-marital activities that were supposed to be taboo for them to enjoy. She held her skirts up, but not so high to expose her womanhood to Eric. Her smile was teasing, hungry as she stared at him. Pupils were blown in a hunger she only felt around him. Ariel wanted him to fuck her right then and there. Feeling his hand against her leg, through the hose that women were forced to wear, the mermaid wanted to feel his warm hands against her skin. "Touch me."

Of course she wasn't.

Ariel had never had many reservations about formal clothes or even completing an outfit. Eric couldn't complain, of course, as what better way to entice him than with a skirt with little to nothing beneath.

Just her gaze alone made his trousers uncomfortably tight, but her words were what truly drove him mad.

Eric grinned, fingertips tracing the length of her thigh until he met the gentle line of slick, warm flesh. He leaned close and whispered, "As you wish."