#mer!reader

[nikolais-baby-daddy]

Fisherman!Nikolai who's overstimulated sitting at his desk, nails digging into the wood. Whimpers and incoherent moans falling from his lips as mer!reader sucks his cock. Already pulling three orgasms from him because the salty taste of his cum reminds reader of the sea.

[cod-indulgences]

Simon Riley x afab!reader, mer!reader, size difference, cockwarming, overstim, sub!Simon vibes

Really, the dry-landers were fascinating.

The one you'd befriended in particular of course, since he was the biggest, strongest, most handsome of them all- thickly muscled, even with the ungainly split legs instead of sleek fins, pale hair that glowed nearly as white as sand, scars that curved over his flesh in such interesting patterns. You'd spent hours mapping those scars, finding the ways they were similar to your own, fitting your fingertips into small ones and trailing them down longer, thicker ones.

And of course the strange dry-lander split legs ended not in a smooth seam like octopus tentacles, or a shelled joint like crabs or shrimp- or even the fleshy hidden inner genitals sported by whales and dolphins- instead you passed twitching, tickling feet, up flexing muscles, and find a heavy sack and cock just sitting there, right in the open, for anyone to play with or torment.

The way Simon strains under you, it's hard to tell the difference.

Pinned by your tail, hands clawing at the damp sand, he moans beautifully as you drag the tip of a claw up the side of his cock, pressing on the throbbing vein, and circle the very tip of it. More fluids weep out, slick and hot, and the whole heavy thing jerks in your fist. Fascinating, soft dry skin going wet with salt and release, the way it grows and twitches, hard then soft then hard again- and his balls, hair darker here and coarser, such a tender and sensitive piece of his body. Your mouth on them makes him moan, and sucking at one gives you another burst of slick from his cock.

It's just fun, really, to lay here and soak up the sunshine, finding all the ways to make Simon squirm. There's little red lines all over his skin from your claws, and the head of his cock is nearly purple, a color change you hadn't expected. He seems fairly limited on them, going only shades of red, but the purple is pretty.

You kiss the head of his cock, lips pressed to it the way you sometimes press them to his cheek, tongue flicking, and all his muscles lock, his arms around your tail holding tight like he's afraid of being swept away.

You'd watched him touch himself once, stared from a close up view as he stroked skin and flesh together into a burst of slick wet come, and now your own internal cleft feels swollen and hot, with his cock at your lips and his body under yours. It's easy as anything to shift around and line up, ready to take him, and you see his eyes go so big and wide as you stretch out, his head buried in your chest, and slot his cock into your body.

He's so strange, so hard, a thick intrusion that fills you up, a comfortable solid presence. He's moaning against your skin, mouthing along your chest, but you have enough room to cross your arms across the sand and relax, eyes closing, as the heady inner clench and release starts to pull Simon's come into you.

It's a dozy, warm drifting, your body locking in around Simon to keep him in place, until the final pulse rouses you, your own moans filling the air as the slippery wet mess of cock and come is used to tip you over the edge.

He's gone soft, and poor Simon gasps and mumbles dry-lander nonsense as you sit up, his face all red. The limp curve of his cock sports a darker ring around the base where you'd clenched onto him, the soft skin all folded up as he pants, slick with sweat and brine, all his salt spilling out of his flesh. You're warm and slick as well, cleft tightly closed to keep all his come inside, and you wriggle against Simon and plant little kisses over his cheeks, his hair, tail wrapping around him as the foamy surf breaks around you.

Tide coming in, and you'll have to go soon, but there's still time for cuddling and kisses, Simon's mouth finding yours, and you nuzzle all over his strange, beautiful body, hand clasping his, until at least the water pulls you away from the shore- at least until tomorrow.

[ghouljams]

hey dont be sad mer!reader egg-pregging soap in the shallow end of a pool during a SeaWorld style show to the horror of onlookers

[gummy-sharkcod]

Mer!141 +Mer!reader inspired by @rawme-price (love your stuff btw hope you don’t mind the tagging)

Mer!141 a mix of different Mer types but a pod none the less. All placed in a wildlife sanctuary because of injuries but now can’t be released. They were all close, close as pod mates could get till they got a new injured Mer in their pod. You were a skittish thing a smaller breed too. You were place in the pod to try and get you used to others the workers knew their oldest Mer Price, he was a good foster parent type to the other Mers they had at the sanctuary so why would it be different with you? And it wasn’t different for a while, Price would float with you on him chest like he would with a baby Mer and catch food for you since you couldn’t swim that well with your injuries.

All was well until your injuries were healed and since you could function on your own you were scheduled to be released. Price and your other foster pod mates got too attached, they would continue to cling to you. They still treated you like an injured pup. The workers couldn’t even get you separated from them to release you. They eventually gave up trying to release you and by now releasing you back to the wild would do more damage than needed and you already had a pod here. That’s how they got a new Mer to their pod though one they treat more like a pup.

[nawoken]

(Mermay) Pearl Drop

5.C: Ơ w Ơ

In Twst, they have all kinds of fairy tale creatures, beastmen, merman, fae... Basically, it's not really a rare sign for them. In our world, we don't have that kind of luxury, but we have all those mythical stories or fairy tale stuff.

So, I have always wanted to write something about the idea of a mer! reader from another world. They are always told to be aware of humans by the elders, as they believe that eating merman meat will make them immortal. Or a rumor that a mermaid can cry out pearls, which is kinda true in this story.... etc :))

Warning: None... I guess?

Pairing: TWST x GN!Reader

(If you find anything that specifies Reader gender, please tell me so I can fix it.)

You don't hate humans. In fact, you find them somewhat fascinating, curious, and admiring of their world and how they create their quirky stuff. But, the story of the older mers holds you back, you're still scared, afraid that they will cut you up and devour you to get a hold of the immortal title.

It's better nowadays when you guys even have a whole network on the land for those mers who want to try, blending in with the human, as long as your identity remains a secret. You sign up for a spot among them, doing pretty well, the whole blending in and keeping a secret. Until...

Ơ w Ơ

After being transported to Twisted Wonderland, you still keep secret about your identity... or you just do not mention it.

Despite, merpeople are normal in this world, your species still has a few differences. Aside from you can change between forms without a transformation potion, you can cry pearls. Yes, a few mystics about your being is true, but no, eating mer's meat won't make anyone immortal.

Up until you can't anymore, you're not fully grown yet, far too young compared to the mer's age. So, your connection with your home ocean is stronger than that of a grown adult mer. Causing you to change uncontrollably when you're away from the water for too long.

You try to submerge yourself in Ramshakle's extremely small and uncomfortable bathtub, even adding sea salt to mimic the oceanic water. This can only delay the effect for a little more time.

Started from once a month to once a fortnight, a week, then recently, you have to soaking every single day to not turning into a fricking fish in front of everyone. You even sneak to Octaville once or twice, risking being caught by the twins.

But it feels wrong, this is not your home sea, you can feel it calling for you to come home... F***

~~~

You're running through the hall, almost bumping into a few students, but you manage to get past them by some miracle. You just finished your last exam, and due to being busy, studying for all of them, you've denied your need for a few days now.

Right now, you really need to have a long bath. No, you want to bathe yourself in the salty sea water of your home. But, you don't have much choice right now, do you?~

You turned around the corner, dodging a small familiar figure on the way while yelling out an apology. The Ramshackle feels so far away.

"PREFECT!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ONE SHOULD NOT RUN THROUGH THE HALL, YOU MIGHT HURT YOURSELF AND OTHERS."

A sudden voice echo right behind you from the red head, well, it seems like today it's not your lucky day. Riddle is right after your tail right now. Command you to stop running.

You don't. You tried to yell back some apologies, and that you're in a hurry. But he won't let you, his friend, break some rule in front of this many students.

Part of you just wants to give up, turning into a fish and splashing them with your tail, releasing all your frustration in these recent days. But well, your more reasonable side holds you back, what a shame, really.

~~~

Now, almost every student in the school witnessed you running through the hallway while being chased down by Heartslabyul's Housewarden.

Which is a surprise since normally, the one who is being screamed at and chased down is Ace. And this definitely piques some people's interest.

It's gotten worse when you pass by Floyd, and he decides to join in, cause he thinks that you and Riddle are playing catching without inviting him :)

You can feel your skin, your throat, and your mouth getting drier as time passes by. It's not a pleasurable feeling if you have to be honest. It feels like you're lost in the middle of a desert without any water, helpless.

~~~***~~~

The consequence of not paying attention to your surroundings is that you bump into other people. Specifically, Sebek.

He successfully catches your forearm before your butt contact with the floor. But it didn't mean he won't scold you for running around, making the school ground a dangerous place for his waka-sama...

You can't even make sense of his words at this point, when your mind went blank, and your vision slowly blurred. You would have been sprawling on the ground if Sebek hadn’t caught you.

You can hear your friends rushing toward you, calling out your name. But the agony pain from being forced to transform is too much for you to do anything else.

The next thing you know, after the pain fades away, is the dumbfounded face of your friend and the itching of your scale from the lack of water.

Well, guess, this is your doom.

~~~***~~~

5.C: Eyo~

It's been quite a while since the last time I actually posted something about my idea or writing. I don't really have the motivation, even when I still have some drafts lying around and waiting for me. Sorry, guys, people, human... Ehe :3

Aside from motivation, I also have a hard time writing fic in English since this is not my mother language. And every time I try to type my thoughts down, it doesn't show them the way I picture them... If you understand what I mean :'D

Anw, bye-bye human!!!

P/s: I got both Jade's and Floyd's mer cards in Eng server!!! Hurayyy~

:3

[jaffacake-enjoyer]

Hank x mer!reader (Can be read as romantic or platonic)

CW: mention's of violence, this is just fluff

Hank had a secret. He had many, but this one was something even Doc didn't know of, a secret the bloodthirsty mercenary would take to his grave if whatever god ever let him die. 

He had never given them a name. He had never spoken to them, they spoke enough for the two of them to begin with, but he still kept coming back to the secluded cave to sit by the hidden underground pool. Hank didn't have friends. He had viabilities, people he barely saw as people rather than tools for his own success. Hank was blind to the bond he'd created with them, because he’d never had any bonds with others to begin with.

His boots and socks were thrown off to the side before rolling up his pant legs and taking a seat by the edge of the underwater pool, letting his feet cool off in the cold water as he waited. He knew they wouldn't take long to surface, especially with him disturbing the water.

And he was right. "Did you bring food?" was the first question they asked as the surface broke, revealing Hank's secret. Them. 

he barely moved his head, only staring as they climbed out of the water and onto the rocky edge to sit with him. They were pale, paler than a normal grunt was at least not to mention the tail. Hank had touched it before, it had small scales protecting it, but the fins were sensitive and broke much easier. 

They had taken to crawling around, dragging their tail behind them as they explored Hank's jacket pockets. Hank did little to stop them, he knew they wouldn't take anything that wasn't edible and he knew they weren't capable of harming him, unlike him, who could easily rip those fins off with little effort – his thoughts were interrupted by suddenly being tugged by the mer. “Are you not hot under all this leather? You smell awful,” they scrunched up their nose as they sniffed the grunt. The mix of sweat, leather and iron created an awful odor to the mer, who was far more used to the lack of any smells, outside of dirt and water.

Hank couldn’t help the uncharacteristic snort that left him, seeing the mer’s clear distaste for his smell. While Hank didn’t care about others’ comfort, he did find their disgruntlement amusing, though would never show it like he did with the mer. He felt oddly comfortable around the mer. And why wouldn’t he? As far as he was concerned the mer couldn’t leave the cave and didn’t appear to be a threat to him.

They were his, after all.

Hank’s snort wasn’t lost on the mer at all, either, “I made you laugh!” the mer said enthusiastically, pointing at Hank while their tail hit against the cave floor excitedly, wet thumps echoing through the cave. The mer was proud of themselves, always trying to draw out some expression from the stoic mercenary. “Now, what do I get for such an achievement?” they asked playfully, not truly expecting anything from their playful behavior. 

What they wouldn’t have expected in a million years was for Hank to pull them on his lap and pet them. The unexpected gentleness felt odd. Sure Hank wasn’t holding them in the most comfortable way, but what could one expect from a man that had never held someone with affection? What was important was the thought behind it, and soon the mer found themselves relaxing into the hold and even purring along with the grunt, even if Hank’s own purring was slightly off from the lack of use.

Nevertheless it was nice, something neither of them knew they needed.

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critique is welcome! This is my first fic and I'm looking to improve my writing :]

[amymbona]

i feel like after mermaid reader’s last encounter with patrick she starts collecting shiny human stuff she finds pretty (which in reality are literally just forks, small pieces of smashed beer bottles, normal and useless stuff like that) but shes so proud of finding them and she lines them up for patrick and the next time she sees him she points at the stuff and then to patrick as if shes giving those to him as a gift 😭

That's so cute actually :(((((

You really don't know to communicate with humans, considering all your life, you've been thought that they are dangerous and you should avoid them. But this guy... He is different. You can feel it, somewhere deep down, that he's not the stereotypical human you've been warned about. After all, he didn't attempt to hurt or kill you, did he?

The more you think about him, the more you wish he'd visit you more often. You wish to see his face again, to hear him talk even though you don't understand a single thing he says. You're sure the two of you don't need to speak, that you're somehow able to understand each other. There is a certain connection between the two of you.

And to prove that, to show him - Patrick is his name, if you remember correctly - you skim through the sandy bottoms and collect everything that strikes your eye. You lay out the little shiny possessions onto the edge of the wooden pier, hoping the creamy pearls, seashells, shards of glass and few golden coins could be considered good enough of a gift.

Patrick comes late in the evening, as if he was afraid seeing you during the day. You see him from where you're lurking between the waves, hoping to catch his reaction. But rather than being stunned by the shiny beauties you laid out for him, Patrick is gazing into the water, seemingly looking for you. As if whatever you've collected for him doesn't matter at all. That's how he reacts?

"Are you here somewhere?" his voice rings through the cove. So he's really here to see you?

It's almost funny, you think, that this man would come here just to catch a glimpse of your tail, to see you swim underwater and earn your attention. It's silly. And it sounds a bit unreal to you, considering the things you know about humans. And that is when it strikes you, that perhaps it's a game of manipulation. What if he's planning to lure you in and then capture you?

You've been told a lot about what humans do to mermaids - how they keep them out of water to inspect their physical traits, how they cut off their fins and tails, and then torture them only for information about their treasures. The sudden realisation that Patrick could be one of those brings tears to your eyes. You're here, collecting little presents for him, even though he could be here just to kill you.

"C'mon, little mermaid, I know you're here." he calls out once again, looking out for you, "I wanna see you again!"

But this time, you don't show yourself. In the sudden fit of fright, you can't bring yourself to reveal yourself to him. Not this time. So instead you swim away, the motions of your tail causing the water to splash and bringing Patrick's attention to you.

"Hey! Don't leave! Come back to me!" he sounds almost desperate, calling for your attention, for your presence. What has gotten over you? Why are you suddenly swimming away?

[gaybybirth]

I know I already posted some tentacle stuff today and insatiable also got updated today, but…i am now thinking of traveling researcher viktor again….with a mer!reader who decides to show viktor that they have more than just a tail.

(gn!reader + nsfw content - more tentacle porn, handjob, one lick of viktor’s cock, anal (vik receiving), slight embarrassment, and vik loves to whimper and whine)

Not only is it a huge discovery, but…it isn’t just one tentacle either. A handful sprouts from the crystal water you lounge in—it wets your skin like the home it is, cascading over where you leave your top half bare. And Viktor stares wide-eyed at them, careful as he slowly brings his hands toward them. Like they might hurt him. They don’t, and you certainly don’t aim to do anything of the sort.

When the line gets blurred, you’re not exactly sure how it happens. One day, it’s all analytical talk. All pokes and prods and checking every inch of you while you maneuver to let him look. Then…then the next, there’s a shift. You feel his breath hitch against your neck as he studies a spot where a hook scarred your shoulder. It’s a slow realization—you’re used to feeling some part of him in contact with the tentacles. But when you process it, you realize one’s started to wrap around his ankle. Another over his thigh. Another twitches across his lap.

There isn’t a gradual slip into the sudden thick, burning air as Viktor’s breath shudders. It’s just…suddenly, he’s not the handsome stranger who found you in that cave. He’s blushing, avoiding eye contact even while you turn to find it, and his throat bobs with a harsh swallow. And down on his lap…. Something hard and thick presses against his pants. Presses against you.

All that leaves him is a slight stutter of your name. That’s it. A breathy sigh, a twitch of his hands, a parting of his mouth, and a longing look in those amber eyes, and that stutter of your name. And you already know what you have to do. It’s a longing in yourself that has you leaning in, mouths grazing as you use your tentacles as well as you can use your own hands.

Viktor gasps against your lips as his pants come undone.

You press your mouth to taste the sweet coffee on his lips while you tear all of those dastardly articles of clothing from his lean frame. Freeing him is easy, especially when he melts into the kiss. He folds like paper caught in the ocean’s waves, giving you his entire weight as you curl yourself around him. It’s a strange feel—you feel him much like you do with your hands, except it’s a stronger sensation. Like…like it’s in your chest, abdomen, and down between your legs.

Viktor shudders with you, and…oh, the sight of him. Breaking the kiss is only hard until you see him on his knees, propped up by thick cushions to make the hours kneeling beside you comfortable, clothing…shed. Freckles and moles paint his flushing skin from where his hair falls into his eyes and all the way down to where you keep your gaze glued. Thick, hard, red, and leaking, you bring one of the free tentacles to his cock. He’s been spending weeks with you, nearly full days at times, and he’s been mainly traveling alone. And before you, it was weeks in some forest.

Viktor tenses while a soft whine parts his lips. His cock twitches as you carefully start to pump it.

How long has it been since someone else has given him attention?

You drag your teeth across your bottom lip, watching with a growing desire as Viktor plants his hands behind him, his pressing shoulders back, mouth parting, brows raising. It’s…it’s a damn sight. One searing into your memory right beside the very put-together serious version of him, and the one with bright smiles and utter excitement upon finding out each new little discovery about you.

He shivers, and another whimper leaves him. A sound of pure beauty. His hips twitch up as you work his cock faster, making sure to tease the tip with slow drags across his slit. And down…another goes lower and curls around his shaft, but doesn’t stop there. How you burn…. Every little twitch is temptation in your veins. One you’re already giving into, but you’re merely giving Viktor your tentacles. Not you. Not yet.

You can feel his pulse skyrocket. Feel every hitched breath. Feel every muscle that tenses and twitch of his hips. The sweat that starts to slick his skin and the precum leaking from his tip. How his cock hardens with every quick pump. How his entire body jolts as another tentacle goes elsewhere…. It’s small, about the size of a pinky finger at the end. And since they aren’t naturally dry like his skin naturally is…. You drag it over the sensitive skin in slow swirls, feeling his cock twitch. Incoherent sounds leave his lips that sound close to some kind of curses, but they’re cut off by a whine that makes his cheeks go a light pink.

A color that turns a deep, deep red as you switch from drags and move into a careful press.

You nearly cum as Viktor takes you. He shudders and stretches around you before you feel him clench and flutter. His cock is throbbing with his rapid pulse, continuing to leak as you tighten your grip and work him faster. Pumping him at the speed of which your tentacles find yourself under the water, hidden out of sight as you stroke yourself. You plant both hands on the shore, staying right within reach of Viktor, making sure he can feel your breath on his cock as you start to huff.

Pleasure builds not just in yourself, but Viktor…. He can’t hold on, poor guy. You feel it. Before you even start pumping into him, he’s already there. He takes you well, though. He takes all of it really well. He whines so sweetly and even whimpers as you start to thrust into him faster, feeling it down between your legs more and more and fucking more as he gets closer.

You lock eyes with him for a brief moment, both of you trembling. He’s there. He’s teetering on the edge. He’s throbbing under the precise strokes of one tentacle and fluttering around the other. The sight of him like that, undone, blushing, squirming, whimpering like he's some poor catch left to your mercy…. You're close behind him, and you lean forward. Possessed by him, by all of him, by the sweet man who's shown that humans could be so kind and caring, by him sputtering out your name, you lean forward and drag your tongue over his tip.

He cums. Not a second later. The feel of your tongue dragging over him—the sweet, salty taste pushing you to your climax—has him painting his stomach as you aim his cock back. He spills over your tentacle, shooting up over his bare stomach that heaves with every deep breath, grunting through his teeth. He flutters around the other, the extra sensation sending shockwaves through you. You keel over and feel the grains of sand press into your palms.

He feels so good. He tastes so good. He looks so damn good.

You peer up. The sounds of his soft, wheezing whines echo. They catch in his throat while he trembles in your hold. One that lingers only to pump the last bit from his cock, earning twitches and jolts in the process. He gasps when you pull out of him, and he gasps again when you do eventually free him of every touch. Except for your breath. It still fans against his sensitive cock, going soft against his stomach as he blinks at you.

Those half-lidded, blissed-out eyes land on you a moment later. He tilts his head as he so clearly tries to make head or tails of what has just happened.

You turn a smile his way instead of meeting the analytical look.

"A new research task," you mutter., dragging your eyes over him with a slow, hungry gaze.

And…Viktor nods. It takes a moment, but…he nods.

"Yes." He nods some more. "Yes, perhaps it is."

He paws around for his pen, eyes flicking around for his notebook as well.

"A…new task we must devote ourselves to every day, yes?"

Your eyes lock and there's no stopping your grin.

Viktor's already flipping his notebook open to a new page before you even nod. Yet his blush remains. And his stomach is still dripping, freshly painted, his cock only semi-soft before you. His mouth quirks into a new kind of smile when he glances up briefly, but he quickly goes back to the task at hand, and you're left to watch.

A damn sight to behold.

Unwrapping the researching and pleasing him until he falls apart.

Wow.

A truly magnificient fucking sight.