HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO THE SWEETEST RED VELVET CUPCAKE EVAR, @xpumpkindumplingx!!!!!!!!!!! Being your friend and getting to know you has become one of the best parts of being in this fandom <3 Sending you all the love today, and hope you enjoy this bit of mersmut in honor of the occasion ;)
Summary: Set in the A Tall Tail universe—Emma’s attempt at relaxing in the tub doesn’t go as planned; what does, really, when your true love is a merman with power over water? But maybe it’s more fun to let off stress with him than it alone, anyways. 2.2k | AO3 | rated very M
Few things gave Emma more pleasure than a hot bath at the end of the day. It was part of why she insisted on replacing the shower in their house with an old-fashioned tub, claw feet and all; it was just so much more comfortable than a built-in tub (and, of course, they still had the rain bath-style shower head for efficiency—and some other things).
After lighting a few scented candles on the counter, the hot water embraced her as she slipped in and settled back against the cool porcelain. God, I could probably fall asleep in here; good thing her cuff was nearby in case she did feel so inclined. But after a long day of dealing with dwarven bullshit, she earned it. Killian was...somewhere in the house, she knew, probably getting dinner ready, or at least a stiff drink.
So she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, cast a quick spell to keep the water warm, and let bliss find her.
Until she felt a tickle. Right on a fairly sensitive part on her chest. That’s weird. But it was probably just a random reflex as she relaxed, right?
She ignored it...until it happened again, across the other nipple. It was by no means an unfamiliar sensation, but it was usually instigated by outside forces, not an involuntary spasm.
And then the same invisible touch grazed her clit, a hidden stream within the water headed straight for her most delicate area. What the hell? It felt amazing, drawing a moan of pleasure from her, but that didn’t solve the mystery.
However, the small whirlpool in the tub that caught her eye certainly did.
“Killian!”
She was panting with arousal when he finally arrived. “What is it, love?” The complete lack of urgency in his demeanor, and the casual way he leaned against the doorjamb while smirking, were all the answer she needed.
Her hands were gripping the curved edges of the tub as she bit out, “Seriously?”
“Whatever are you talking about, my darling?”
She tried to glare at him, but it was hard to when he was looking so self-satisfied—and when the water’s pace picked up again, making her gasp. Damn, that feels good; tension within was quickly mounting.
“I just thought you’d like to really relax and enjoy your bath, love,” Killian admitted. His voice got louder as he drew nearer, and when she managed to open her eyes, he was leering over her.
“I don’t think getting me keyed up is really all that relaxing,” she replied, breathily. “Besides—I’d rather have you.”
“Oh, you would?”
She didn’t reply—not verbally, at least. Two can play this game. With a subtle flick of her wrist, the button-up and jeans Killian had been wearing disappeared, leaving him stark naked; even the brace of his hook was gone.
A devilish grin took over Killian’s face, sending more heat to where she was already achingly aroused. “Well, then,” he murmured, and covered the last couple of steps to the bath, giving her a perfect view of his manhood.
He didn’t stop at the edge of the tub, no—he climbed right in. She tried to protest as water quickly ran over the side and onto the tile below, but he simply used his magic to siphon it all into the sink via a graceful, twirling arc of water across the room.
Smoothly, he sank onto his knees and settled his weight carefully across her thighs, bracing his arms on the rim of the tub and hovering over her. “So how exactly would you rather have me, Swan?” he breathed, inches from her face.
Her hands settled on his trim waist under the water, then traced up his abs and chest, wetting the hair there, until they wrapped around his neck and gently brought his face close enough to kiss.
It started slow and sweet, and she could taste the rum and a bit of salt water from his earlier swim on his lips. His hand and wrist drifted down as he leaned forward a bit more, his tongue slipped between her lips, and he pulled her up closer to him, bringing them chest-to-chest. She gasped into the kiss as her sensitive nipples brushed against his soft chest hair.
His blunted wrist held her tight around her waist while his hand found its way to one of her breasts, gently caressing her skin and then grazing a taut nipple in the small space between them.
He paused there only a moment before drawing a trail of heat down her side to where she truly needed him; god, it feels like I’m burning alive. For a moment, she swore she could feel the water boiling—until she realized that was just Killian, adding steady streams of bubbles to the water.
His nimble fingers slid in between her slightly parted thighs and drew a careful stripe against her folds, making her shiver. So he did it again, and a few more times before finally dipping a finger inside.
She broke the kiss with a moan, and Killian rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve got you, love,” he murmured as stroked inside her. Even as she arched her pelvis up at the movement of his hand, she felt secure in his hold.
He kept it up, gently but firmly working her closer and closer to a peak, eventually adding another finger and starting to suck at the sensitive spot behind her ear. Emma’s hand that wasn’t holding onto him for dear life found her breast, massaging and tweaking in search of some sort of relief.
Ugh, I’m so close. But the tension continued to coil for a few moments longer, until Killian’s broad thumb finally found its way to her clit, adding the extra pressure she needed to finish unwinding; she came with a loud gasp.
He continued to guide her through the aftershocks, and the bubbles he’d made felt like heaven across her stimulated skin. When she was finally able to open her eyes again, it wasn’t to the seductive smirk that had greeted her earlier, but to the soft look of adoration and care that only came out in their softer moments.
“Is that better, then?” he asked quietly.
“Much,” she answered simply, then placed another kiss on his lips. “But what are we going to do about this now?” She reached in between him and carefully grabbed his erection, which had been pressed against her stomach as she came down from her high.
His breath hitched in her grasp. “I—I suppose we should take this to another location, shouldn’t we?” he proposed, and she could see how much darker his eyes were.
“I don’t think we have to,” she answered, summoning her cuff to her hand.
A slow smile took over his features when he saw what she held. The wry grin was back. “If you insist.”
Two quick movements and another large splash of water later, Killian’s cuff was off and Emma’s was on. The gold of his tail took on a more burnished look in the dim light of the bathroom but was no less breathtaking.
“So...bloody...beautiful,” he expressed, punctuating the statement with kisses to her neck. Her tail looked a bit more emerald in the candle light, but she still didn’t see how she could compare to him.
Almost reverently, she brushed his fringe from his face and found his lips again, slowly stoking the heat that was constantly simmering between them. There was no need to rush this time, so they let the excitement build on its own.
Killian moved a bit to change the angle, sliding more on top of her, but ended up pressing her fully under water. They both froze for a moment at the sudden change, and Emma’s human brain couldn’t compute for a long second. Until—you’re a mermaid, idiot! Keep kissing your merman! She just grinned at him from their spot below the surface and then pulled him back to her. Obviously, she was used to being under water, but being in such a confined space and not the wide-open ocean was a different kind of intimate.
His hand wandered a bit, but settled at her waist, where skin met scale and his thumb was brushing between the two. That is, it was when he wasn’t shivering at the way she lightly scratched at his back and chest. The fact that she could draw that reaction from when the water felt near-scalding in these cold-blooded forms said a lot.
Okay, enough play time—I need more. She was craving friction, but he was floating just enough away from her that there was none to be had. It probably made a mess, but that was the last thing on her mind as she flipped her fin up and around his tail and pressed the bulge of his arousal against the sensitive spot low on her abdomen. He stopped mid-kiss to moan and drop his head to her shoulder; perfect.
“That’s usually my trick,” he muttered.
“Then maybe you should have done it sooner,” she breathed back, squeezing him tighter to create the movement she so needed. The pressure on her clit felt incredible and she closed her eyes in that small moment of bliss.
“If you needed it so badly, why didn’t you say so?” He was whispering into her ear and then took the lead a bit, thrusting forward until her rear end was laying on the bottom of the shallow tub.
“I—I—” she stammered as he started to move more, gentle pulses against her core.
“Say it, love,” he purred, pressing a bit harder before starting to suck at her pulse point.
“I—I need you, Killian,” she finally managed to blurt out.
He pulled back from her neck in a move that would have had a pop above water, but was silent below. And then he hovered over her, pupils wide with lust, before pushing her tail down with his to create a bit of space between them. He was only inches away, but it may as well have been miles with how much she was aching to have him inside her.
Wordlessly and needlessly slowly, he pulled his cock out from where it was barely hidden and gave it a few strokes; she could see his breath hitch a bit at his own touch—and, honestly, that just makes me need him even more.
Then, in a well-rehearsed motion, he found her hard-to-find entrance and slid in, stilling once he was fully sheathed. Oh, yes. It was certainly a different feeling, having that on the front of her body versus more toward the center, but any connection with him was amazing.
After a long moment of just enjoying being together, she got antsy again and pressed up, making water slosh over the edge. But if Killian cared now, he didn’t show it, and instead just pressed down, dragging himself a bit against her inner walls. Yes—that’s what I need; but it still wasn’t enough.
It took a bit to find their rhythm in the confined space, but they eventually settled into one, pressing and pushing up and down, tails coiled tight against the other’s and Emma’s grip on his back straining her muscles. All around them, the water gradually filled with bubbles as Killian approached his climax; Emma wasn’t sure if it was just the stars in her own eyes, but it also looked like rain was coming down on them.
But then nothing really registered but the feel of Killian in and on top of her as she drew closer and closer to her peak again. It was like the water was a second skin around them, embracing and encouraging them as they chased release together and she was close, so close—come on, just—right—THERE.
With a gasp, she fell over the edge into pure euphoria, aware of nothing but the emotional high of her orgasm and Killian’s coolness in opposition to the frothy, fiery water around them. A moment later, he stilled as he too finished, a distant shout ringing in her ears, and then everything faded into a blissful nothing.
When she came to, she felt unbelievably loose and relaxed, nothing more than a bit of seafoam floating away. (But without all the tragedy of Hans Christian Andersen’s original mermaid story.) Killian was still wrapped around her, head tucked in the crook of her neck as his breath returned to normal.
“So, my love,” he started. “Feeling better now?”
“Much,” she sighed, and wrapped her arms around him a bit tighter. “Although I’m not looking forward to cleaning up the mess we just made in the bathroom.” It was nearly dark in the room, so they must have put the candles out, too.
He shrugged. “It’ll dry.”
She just giggled back; he won’t be saying that when he comes out of his post-coital high. But she wasn’t about to complain.
And she definitely didn’t tell him that the shower had come on at some point.
Instead, she just watched as it rained down above them and held her amazing merman close, then settled into the kind of rest you could only get when you were completely at peace.
*plops some squid in your pond & runs away giggling*
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dang, that’s a lot of squid, Miss A ;) Hope this is what you were looking for!
missing you (A Tall Tail), for MerMay
Summary: Based on a prompt from @xpumpkindumplingx, Emma is missing her merman, so arranges for some alone time under the sea. (Set in the A Tall Tail universe, some time after their daughter is born but a couple years before their son arrives) | 2k | rated M | AO3
Life with a little one was certainly the noisy, chaotic adventure Killian had expected, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. But he hated the days he had to venture out to the sea to sate his merman side, lest he start a whirlpool in a sippy cup or at bathtime (the latter did tend to delight his daughter, though).
Emma had practically pushed him out the door today after the odd sloshing they heard coming from the dishwasher. He always felt guilty, leaving her with the babe on her own, and feared he’d miss out on something. He hadn’t yet, but what if today was the day she started walking? Emma had assured him it would be fine, though, and she’d see him later when his powers weren’t causing mayhem.
His magic had calmed some since he came down below, resting in their favorite kelp bed, but the more he thought about his wife, the more they began to flex again, creating a gentle whirlpool around him that warped the sun’s light streaming down through the water.
True Love had once seemed a daunting label for their relationship, but now, it didn’t seem a strong enough identifier for the woman who had helped pull him from a dead-ended path, stayed at his side through life-altering adventures, and made him a father. He loved her impossibly more each day and was longing to show her just how much.
Gods, just the thought of her had him aroused. He slid his palm down the plane of his stomach, past where skin turned to scale, and pulled his manhood out from the slit that covered it. He gave it a firm stroke, the image of his beautiful wife in his mind. And another. And another, this one drawing a sigh from his lips.
He supposed it was the merman part of him that was envisioning her with her tail, swimming gracefully as sunlight glinted off her emerald scales and highlighted the treasured gold speckled throughout it. She was gorgeous in any form, but oh, did Emma make an incredible mermaid.
His pace increased as his erection grew firmer in hand, and though his eyes were closed, he was still aware of the bubbles dancing around him created from the swirling current that matched the coil of tension wrapping around his spine, from low in his back to the end of his fins.
And all the while, the vision of his wife danced in his mind’s eye, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Oh, Emma,” he sighed on his next stroke, squeezing even harder and brushing the tip, bucking his hips involuntarily.
“Yes?”
Wait—that was really her voice. He froze mid-pull and his eyes flew open to see his blonde angel hovering over him, hair floating around her in a brilliant halo.
“Emma? What are you doing here, love?” he asked, attempting (and failing) to sound casual.
“Getting a show, apparently,” she replied with a smirk.
“Oh? Was it entertaining?” He used his most lustful voice, and followed it by licking his lips slowly.
“It was looking pretty good, but it got interrupted,” she quipped, nodding down at the fact that he still had, for lack of a better term, his dick in his hand. Winking, she continued, “So this is what you do when you’re down here on your own now—have all the fun without me?”
“It’s nowhere near as much fun as we could have together,” he murmured, pulling her into his side. Almost posessively, he wrapped his tail around hers to keep her close and wrapped his arms around her trim waist. Motherhood had left her a bit curvier than she used to be but no less stunning.
But there was something else that hung on her frame, he noticed, as he studied her: fatigue. He was sure he wore it, too, given that little Hali was barely past a year old and already bound and determined to get into as much trouble as her parents combined. But seeing the way it lined Emma’s face down here, where they were usually so relaxed, was slightly jarring, and he suddenly felt ashamed at giving himself a moment’s respite when she’d had none.
“My apologies for having to dash off on you this morning,” he said softly, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Is everything alright?”
“Hey, you couldn’t help it. And nothing important happened, trust me,” she answered, almost groaning.
“That implies something happened.”
“Just your daughter’s ongoing fight against the carseat.” Hali hated to be confined in the safety contraption, but was generally okay when someone was in the backseat with her. When she wasn’t, though—oh, did she make her displeasure known.
“I’m sorry you had to handle that on your own.”
“She was fine as soon as she saw my dad.”
“Of course she was,” he chuckled; Dave was her favorite person after her parents and big brother, and the feeling was mutual. “Well, that answers my next question.”
“Yeah; I think my mom was looking for an excuse to spoil her, so they have her for the night.”
He arched an eyebrow in surprise. “For the whole night?”
“Mhmm.” Emma squeezed her tail around him a bit tighter, brushing her pelvis against his hip. “I just…missed you,” she explained with a shrug.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t been intimate since Hali’s arrival, but certainly far less than they had before—which certainly played into the position Emma had just found him in. He cupped her face with his hand and said softly, “I’ve missed you too, my love,” before placing a firm, gentle kiss against her lips.
His mouth lingered on hers, long enough for her hand to drift to his waist and lightly squeeze. She broke the kiss and breathed, “As much as I love it when you’re being sweet, are you going to show me how much you missed me, or am I going to have to take care of myself, like you were about to?”
He smirked. “Oh, heavens no, my dear; that would be terribly bad form.” His hand slid over her waist, around the curve of her hip, and then skimmed over her scales until he found that sensitive nub hidden low on her pelvis. She flinched, but then she grinned.
Gently, he swiped her hidden folds, drawing a full-bodied shudder from her. So he did it again. And then again, now drawing a sigh from her, which was enough to get his erection stirring once more (not that it had really gone anywhere).
One advantage of being underwater was the ease of moving; so he gripped her hip and moved himself down, level with her entrance. He placed a gentle kiss to her clit, and probed his tongue through her slit. She tasted a bit different down here—a bit saltier, understandably—but still uniquely, sweetly Emma.
He lapped at her like a man parched and reveled in every gasp and moan he drew from her. Her fingers tensed against his scalp, buried as they were his free-flowing coif, and it spurred him on to increase his pace.
The one disadvantage of this form, however, was the lack of surface. The closer he worked Emma to release, the more he could feel his own building, and was all too aware of his straining cock. Instinctively, he rutted his hips, but the open water they floated in gave him no relief.
A moment later, Emma’s fingers tightened in his hair and started tugging him away and up.
“Swan?” he rasped as he let her pull him to her.
Her eyes were impossibly green and wide with want, and she was panting. “While I’m thrilled you want to go down on me,” she started, breathless, “when I say ‘I miss you,’ that means I need you. Inside of me,” she added, lightly gripping his erection for emphasis.
He certainly couldn’t deny that request. “As you wish,” he whispered, flicking his tail around hers to bring her closer.
In a well-practiced motion, she lined him up with her entrance and he slid in. They let out simultaneous sighs once he was fully sheathed, then chuckled at their shared reaction.
“I love you, Swan.”
“I love you, too. Now move, please.”
“As you wish.”
Keeping the lower half of their tails entwined, he arched his body back to come out part way, but then, to his surprise, she was the one to bring them back together.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, amused.
“Yeah,” she gasped back, sliding her hands from his hips to his rear.
And thus began a back and forth between them, taking turns pushing and pulling with a few stutters until they found their rhythm. He peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses as they went, and her hands caressed the muscles of his back and chest, occasionally scratching or gripping.
From there, it wasn’t long until Killian felt his release building quickly again, and Emma’s increasingly staggered breaths told him she was close too. He was vaguely aware of the growing whirlpool around them as well.
Using his fin as leverage, he changed his angle just enough to brush against the spot inside Emma that always hastened her arrival to climax. “Ohh,” she moaned on his first press there. “Yes, oh, oh my…”
Then her walls were squeezing and rippling around his cock and she gave an unintelligible yell as she came. “So beautiful, my love,” he murmured as he continued to pump in and out, on the precipice of his own orgasm.
And a few pulses later, he fell over the edge with her, shouting her name as the ocean swirled around them, leaving trails of bubbles tingling across their skin to match the stars in their vision.
When he returned to awareness, the water around them was calming and Emma was gently sliding away, breaking their physical connection. But she wrapped herself back around him a moment later, circling him with both her arms and her tail and pressing her head against his chest.
He embraced her with one arm and used the other to guide them back down into the kelp; in their ardor, they’d drifted away a bit. They settled into the plush greenery, letting the fronds brush their stimulated skin as they came down from their shared bliss. “So, my love, do you still miss me?” he asked as he played with her hair, always enthralled with how his fingers flowed through the silken strands down here.
She looked up at him. “I always miss you when you’re here and I’m not. And whenever we’re apart.” She ran her fingers through his hair, then down his cheek to rest on his jaw before placing a gentle kiss against his lips. When she pulled back, she had an almost-wicked grin on her face. “But maybe, if we’ve got all night, we can make some more memories that get me through those lonely hours.”
“You’re so dramatic, Swan,” he teased.
“Well, I had a good teacher,” she threw back, bumping his hip with hers.
“I’ll gladly give you anything your heart desires, milady.”
They were vaguely aware of the sky changing colors overhead, the bright yellow of the sun turning red and giving way to the stark white of the moon as they continued to make love through the evening, eventually falling into a deep slumber, completely tangled together.
The next morning, they woke slowly to the sun’s dappled light playing on their skin. After a quick stretch, Emma turned to him. “You know, it’s kind of ironic—I came down here because I missed you…”
“…And now you miss Hali,” he finished.
“Yeah.”
“Me too. Let’s go get our lass.”
David had a long list of all the mischief their darling little guppie had gotten into during the last twelve hours, but they were too overjoyed at being reunited to care much. (And they may have decided to spend the rest of the day underwater, but this time as a family.)
Feel free to send in more Mermay prompts! I’m working on the ones I have :)
tagging some mermates: @initiala @kat2609 @mryddinwilt @cocohook38 @optomisticgirl @thesschesthair @shipsxahoy @fairytalesandtimetravel @clockadile @kmomof4 @snowbellewells @sherlockianwhovian @branlovesouat @wordsmith-storyweaver (if I missed you, let me know and I’ll tag you in the rest!)
