seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Venezuela
seen from Belgium
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
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.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
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.
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
Mer!141 +Mer!reader inspired by @rawme-price (love your stuff btw hope you donāt 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 canāt 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 wasnāt 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 couldnāt 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 couldnāt 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. Thatās how they got a new Mer to their pod though one they treat more like a pup.
(Mermay) Pearl Drop
5.C: Ę w Ę
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.)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
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.Ā
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 heād 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.Ā
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.Ā
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 ā his thoughts were interrupted by suddenly being tugged by the mer. āAre you not hot under all this leather? You smell awful,ā 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 couldnāt help the uncharacteristic snort that left him, seeing the merās clear distaste for his smell. While Hank didnāt care about othersā 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 wouldnāt he? As far as he was concerned the mer couldnāt leave the cave and didnāt appear to be a threat to him.
They were his, after all.
Hankās snort wasnāt lost on the mer at all, either, āI made you laugh!ā 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. āNow, what do I get for such an achievement?ā they asked playfully, not truly expecting anything from their playful behavior.Ā
What they wouldnāt 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 wasnāt 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 Hankās own purring was slightly off from the lack of use.
Nevertheless it was nice, something neither of them knew they needed.
-----------------------------------------------
critique is welcome! This is my first fic and I'm looking to improve my writing :]
i feel like after mermaid readerās 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 š
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?
I know I already posted some tentacle stuff today and insatiable also got updated today, butā¦i am now thinking of traveling researcher viktor againā¦.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 viktorās cock, anal (vik receiving), slight embarrassment, and vik loves to whimper and whine)
Not only is it a huge discovery, butā¦it isnāt just one tentacle either. A handful sprouts from the crystal water you lounge ināit 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 donāt, and you certainly donāt aim to do anything of the sort.
