#merman and the orc

[roxan1930]

#writing #poll #shipping #shipping poll #vampire #werewolf #orc #dragon man #merman #demon #angel #alien #gay #gay shipping #help me choose which pairing to write a book about

[mythological1creatures]

Here is a link to monster x reader (elves, orcs, nagas, drivers, merfolk, etc) stories! Some are just plain adorable and others have spice. If anyone wants a certain species, sexuality, or something extra just comment and I’ll add it to the link

#mythical creatures #monster fudger #x reader #merman #orc x human #stories #gay love #mythical society #mythical beasts

[dawns-art-blog]

Busts of oc's ive adopted from friends! Minus cade there whom i made myself lol

#sketch #drawing #art #oc #lgbt #character design #lgbt characters #nonbinary artist #queer characters #original character #centaur #merfolk #merman oc #selkie #orc #gay orc #tiefling #dnd character #dnd halfling #halfling

[nine-of-words]

No Vacancy (Part One)

M Merfolk x M Orc Reader

STORY TAG || NEXT

Wordcount: 2981

Content Warnings: Astraphobia, Spawning, Slit Fingering, Oral Sex (Reader Performs)

Originally I planned on posting this for mermay, but the passage of time is my greatest enemy. :')

Well… This is about as prepared as you're going to be for this cyclone.

You've battened down every hatch. You've checked and double-checked the stabilizing wards. You’ve readied your backup generator, just in case a rogue, magically charged wave manages to overload the ship’s ley grid.

You’ve convened with your singular, unwaveringly faithful employee, Rosing - whom could care less about the coming storm, which she referred to as a ’drizzle’. 

Ah, to have the calm confidence of a middle aged kobold woman…

But most importantly, you've assured your passengers that you've run this open ocean route through heavily stormy conditions hundreds of times before and are well equipped to handle it, so they don’t need to worry.

That didn't stop some of them from continuing to fret - landlubbing tourists in the above deck rooms, of course. The merfolk occupying your various submerged rooms below deck haven't expressed so much as a peep of concern. They never do.

Now watching the heavy rain start to roll in, you can't help but think of how difficult it would be to swim in those storm churned waters.

You're at full capacity now, and you had expected your merman friend to stop and rest as he usually does during his longer courier runs, but you haven't seen head or tail of him yet.

You have found yourself looking out at the water more than once, absentmindedly scanning the spaces between white caps for his bright blue dorsal fin cresting the surface. 

Eyes skimming the water one last time as the downpour becomes unbearable even for you, you sigh, and head back inside to your cabin.

He probably just didn't need to stay this time, you assure yourself. You just hope that he’s somewhere safe from the impending storm.

You strip out of your rain gear in the open bridge area before walking into your sleeping quarters, so as to not make any puddles on the floor. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep after climbing into bed, more fatigued than you realized and rocked to sleep by the familiar roll of the ocean.

You wake later with a start to the sound of something heavy thudding loudly on the deck above you, audible even over the howl of the strong winds and pelting rain.

What was that? 

Probably equipment or supply crates bumping against the gunwales from the force of the storm. Usually nothing to worry about, but that sounded louder than normal, and something may have broken loose despite your detailed preparations. At worst, a thrill-seeking passenger decided to take a stroll in the storm and is in grave peril…

Caution wins out, and you rouse yourself from your comfort.

Hurriedly, you jump out of bed, pull on your raincoat and the pair of waxed trousers you have set out for tomorrow, and step into your boots. You have the foresight to grab your handheld spotlight as you head out of your cabin to go investigate.

The raging winds whip about you as you take a step out onto the open deck of your ship, shielding your face from sea spray with your forearm, your free hand holding you steady. Your eyes follow the beam of light through the poor visibility, searching for the source of the noise.

A lone crack of lightning streaks across the sky, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

It doesn’t take long to locate a familiar pop of vibrant color. Beautifully reflective azure scales illuminate under the focused beam of the spotlight, stark against the greyed out haze of your surroundings. 

Sprawled out across the wooden planks is your dear friend - mostly limp and listless, being tossed around across the slippery surface with the force of each strong wave. He's managed to wrap the guide rope up around one of his hands, holding on for dear life as he's pelted by the elements.

"Noa!" You shout to the merman over the tumult of wind and rain and thunder, your body rushing into motion without active thought.

He weakly lifts his head at your voice, but if he responds, it's completely drowned out. He’s not shifted his tail into legs for some reason - so you steel your resolve to carry him in.

After stowing your spotlight in your pocket and waiting for a break in the onslaught of waves, you heave the merman’s body up with a grunt of effort. There is a surprising density to his athletic, piscine form, like that of most merfolk. 

The motion of hauling heavy loads of fish may still be second nature, but you've grown a bit soft in the middle since your fishing boat days. Life as a ferry ship captain carting tourists around the various island chains of the Indra-Thalassic isn't anywhere near as physically grueling - something you're thankful for, even if it makes this situation slightly more challenging.

You wobble slightly on the path back, your boots threatening to lose traction on the slippery deck from the uneven weight. 

Much more distracting is the feeling of his damp, smoothly scaled body against your fingertips. You can’t help the way you feel about him, despite how much you’ve tried to quash it over the course of your friendship… And you certainly don’t think it’ll ever be reciprocated, so you’ve resigned some time ago to continue to keep it to yourself. 

He would have to be the one to initiate a relationship anyway, due to Orcish standards…

But now is not the time to ponder this. So you brush those thoughts away, and try hard to focus on getting you both back to safety.

Luckily, you know your ferry ship like the back of your hand, and you manage to navigate back into the main cabin despite the treacherous weather and low light.

You carry your friend across the threshold like a prized catch. The heavy door shuts on its own behind you with a thud.

“Can I get a room?” Noa asks wryly, his voice tired.

You can't help but laugh.

"Boat's full up." You say simply, and then think to clarify as you glance out the porthole; "But I’m not turning you away in this mess. You can share my cabin for the night."

“Thanks.”

“You alright?”

“I’ll live. Just… too tired for legs right now.” He weakly motions to where his tail sways beneath your grasp.

"Got it. ...Now where to put you, then…" You wonder aloud. “Ah, I know.”

You enter your personal quarters, pass the alcove where your bed is, towards the head. The compact corner tub seems a good enough place as any to store a merman that’s physically incapable of shifting at the moment, so you carefully deposit him there.

“Huh. Neat.” Noa remarks, leaning back against the broad edge of the tub and removing his waterproof courier pouch. His bright eyes run over the bathroom fixtures in interest, his coiled braids quivering softly with the slight movement of his head.

From what he’s told you of his life, he hasn't spent a lot of time on land, so you have to wonder if he’s ever even seen a bathtub in person before.

“You must be cold and sore after all that.” You sit on the edge of the tub and turn the faucet, letting comfortably hot water rush over his flank and begin to fill the tub.

“Ah… That’s… nice.” He relaxes considerably.

"Why on Hearth were you out swimming during a cyclone?”

"Couldn't pass up the job, the gold was way too good." He sighs, holding a spread hand to his brow. "But the storm came in too fast, even for me."

He always seems to be working himself too hard. It makes you worry for his health…

“Mmn. How’d you get up on deck?”

“Jumped.” He says, far too nonchalantly for the impressive feat of agility he’s describing.

"Ah." You chuckle in admiration. “You’re amazing.”

“Keep telling me that and my head will get fat.” He smirks.

“Where were you going that was that important, anyway?”

Noa simply growls, throwing his head back in frustration and scrubbing his face with his palms.

"Sorry. That bad?"

"No. Just- don't worry about it." His brow knits, and his tail slaps the edge of the acrylic in irritation with a hollow thump. "I just… had a second stop there’s no way I’m going to make now. Stupid delivery held me up…"

“Hmmm. That’s rough.” You rub your beard, steering the conversation to a topic that will cause him less distress. “...You know, I don't think I've ever seen your colors like this. Did you always have so much purple in your scales?"

Noa’s scales are usually a gradient of blue and white, with stark white horizontal stripes lining his sides. But now his fins are an almost ultraviolet purple, with the darkened shade of his blue scales making the purple accents pop. The small, thin fins on his hips flutter rhythmically under the rising water.

"No, it's… seasonal."

That makes sense, you suppose. You don’t see him much at all during the migratory months.

“Suits you, is all.” 

You chat a bit more, until the tub has sufficiently filled. You cut off the flow with a metal squeak of the knob and rise to your feet.

It’s difficult to pull yourself away - you would spend so much more time with him if you could. And you may or may not be enjoying this view… as guilty as you feel for it.

"I should get some more rest before daybreak. But I'll be right over there if you need anything." You motion to where your bed is nestled into the wall.

"Thank you again." Noa nods, the grateful smile and sense of relief in his body language more than enough gratitude. "For always being here when I need you."

"Haha, not a problem at all, my friend."

You second guess stripping back down to your underclothes now that you have company, but your desire for comfort wins out. The humid air from the storm all but requires it. 

So you do, and quickly switch off the lights before returning to your bed for some much needed rest after all this excitement.

You hazily wake up what must be a few hours later, to the sound of water sloshing and wet footsteps. It'd be irritating being woken up for the second time in one night, if you weren't used to it coming with the territory. Something always needs attention on a boat.

More than anything, you're confused. Then, you remember - Noa is in your cabin tonight. 

"Nnnh-?" You go to say his name, instead being abruptly silenced by the sight you register.

Noa is standing on his own strong legs at the foot of your bed, water rapidly wicking off his completely bare skin. The saturated color of his scales is even more apparent in the brief flashes of light from the storm outside.

"Cold." He says simply, quietly, staring you down with a strangely intense look in his eyes.

Ah, the tub water must've gone cold.

You grunt in acknowledgement, holding up your quilt and motioning for him to join you without putting too much thought into it. 

Noa doesn’t seem to need an explicit verbal invitation, climbing up onto your raised bed without a problem.

But rather than the slightly awkward warmth of sharing a blanket at a platonic distance you were expecting, you get something much different.

He straddles you, his weight pressing sweetly against your groin. From this angle you have a clear view of the pink flush on his lower stomach, framing his swollen, needy genital vent, even in the low light.

“Noa?” You finally inquire, your voice still froggy as you let the raised quilt slip from between your fingers. Certain parts of your body are waking up faster than others.

“I was going to Spawn. That's where I was headed,” He finally admits in a pained, breathy response. “Thought I could make it in time… But…"

Well, the subtext there is pretty clear.

You’re stunned for a moment, unsure that this is really happening, or if you’re still dreaming. It’s not every day the object of your unrequited affection crawls into your bed and essentially asks for sex.

Noa presses his hips flush against yours and grinds, restless and agitated in his movements, as if you needed any more confirmation of what he wants.

Your body has taken little time to react, given your pre-existing affection for him. You can feel the persistent throb of your newly erect cock as it prods against Noa’s pelvis.

You know you shouldn’t… that this will end in heartache, like it normally does for you… You’re fairly sure Noa isn’t typically into men and is just desperate, and that never ends with anything that lasts longer than arrival at the next port.

…But it’s him. 

The rubbery soft skin gliding against your own makes your head empty of any other thought, valid concern or not. Not to mention the pressure and movement against your loins starting to let it take the helm over your brain.

“You know I need something a little more direct than that to work with.” You say, the taboo of initiating on your end the only thing still holding you back.

“Please,” Noa all but begs, his voice shuddering. “I need… Nngh… Help.”

Thunder cracks outside, breaking the silence, followed by a flash of lighting illuminating Noa’s form on top of you.

Ultimately, you are weak. You can’t resist, and start rubbing yourself against him in turn from beneath.

An excited, ragged sigh escapes Noa’s chest in response.

Oh. You definitely need to hear more of that.

You reach down, drawing a line with a finger along the edge of his swollen slit, enjoying the way he squirms at the sensation. Then you press your finger inside, immediately sinking in deep from the copious amount of natural lubricant.

Noa gasps in surprise and a brief look of panic flashes across his face, before it’s completely obliterated by an expression of enjoyment, his eyes glazing over from watching your fingers thrust in and out of his own body so easily. The muscles around his opening start to contract rhythmically around the intrusion, squeezing you.

You pull your fingers out when you feel Noa’s phallus start to emerge, rigid but still slightly squishy to the touch.

Noa shifts to hover over you, balancing his weight on his palms and knees, and you allow yourself to be pressed back against the bed. The ends of his braids tickle your exposed chest.

“Aah- Never done this out-  outta the water.” He chokes out in warning. “Or with a man-”

You want to reach upwards - hold the back of his neck firm and kiss him - and for a moment you’re tempted to act on the impulse. But, you resist.

"It's not all that different." You reassure him. “I don’t have any lube at the moment, so my mouth will have to do.”

Noa grunts in approval, clearly fine with whatever he can get at this point.

You hook your legs on the edge of the bed and shift your body downward using your calf strength. Your mouth trails down Noa's chest and torso as you go, until you're at hip height, staring down his now throbbing cock.

Grip firm on his hips, you guide him into your mouth. Noa, unsurprisingly, tastes a bit like the ocean, a subtle hint of salt pooling on your palette..

He immediately lets out a shuddering gasp that morphs into a groan, hips bucking forward in automatic, biological need.

Your curved tusks press against the firm muscles of his inner thighs, his skin soft and ticklish against your facial hair. 

After adjusting his knees into a position at your shoulders slightly more conducive to pumping, he tests the roll of his hips. You grunt encouragingly, sucking and pressing your tongue along the underside as he moves, pulling an eager groan out of him.

It doesn’t take long for him to become comfortable with the motion, and he starts to shamelessly and forcefully thrust into your mouth. The tip of his cock repeatedly jabs at the soft flesh at the back of your throat. The urge to gag is strong, but you manage to tamp it down and relax your throat. You dig your calloused fingers into the side of his thighs, bobbing your head against his strokes.

Despite being fit and having enough stamina to swim cross-ocean for a living, Noa is clearly already worn down from his recent ordeal; already at his limit barely after starting.

In what seems like no time, Noa lets out a string of breathless grunts and his struggling thighs tremble around your jaw. You’re nearly blinded by his vibrant colors that seem to literally light up the dark cabin - The stripes on his sides flicker in phosphorescent white, like the streaks of lightning outside. 

Cum shoots down your throat without you even needing to swallow, completely coating it. The subtle salty taste from before is a full-blown brine now.

Noa rolls off of you and limply collapses onto his back against the bed, chest heaving for air so deeply you can see the pink flash of his gills peek out between his ribs each time his lungs expand.

“T-Thanks- Sorry? Nngh-” He gasps in shame, looking like all his life force has left his body. 

“No problem at all.” You say, a bit hoarse, rubbing your throat.

By the time you’ve fully caught your own breath and propped yourself up, he’s already out like a light, fast asleep exactly where he landed.

You let out a sigh of a laugh, and get up to lumber into the head to take care of yourself.

Not the least sleep you’ve gotten in one night in this line of work…

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

#exophilia #monster lover #monster romance #mlm #monster x reader #merman x reader #monster x monster #male reader #orc reader #gay exophilia #mlm exophilia #oc: varuj #oc: noa #series: no vacancy #nine of words

[ilmarisart]

Arom & his nereid polycule 🌸

   🧜‍♂️ There’s no crying in baseball the feywild

#tagging this as #suggestive #artistic nudity #just in case #when youre upset just go into the feywild and kiss some gay fish #d&d ocs #arom #orc #Half Orc #nereids #merman #mermen

[lost-locket-antiques]

#salt and light #worldbuilding #world building #human #hume #elf #orc #dwarf #gnome #fae #centaur #merfolk #mermaid #merman #troll #goblin #harpy #pixie #fantasy

[aventisz]

Inked the first 2 pages of the Merman and the Orc last night.

You guys have been requesting this comic so many times it’s time I finally made progress with it :D

#merman #orc #comic #sketchbook #AventiSzart #fantasy #the merman and the orc #ink #traditional

[vo1canic]

Some more busts of some fantasy ocs from AF22 Arthur for @excali8ur Jasper for burstmuffin Nibrit for Nopiedraws Darjarkal for PryingBlackbird

#orc #female orc #shark #merman #dungeons and dragons #mowhawk #scar #blood #tw: blood #tw: scars #art fight #my art

[fwipination]

Mermay 17

Sinsbog has a very corny aethstetic in that he loves his cow print vests, so against my better judgement he gets to be a matching cow print koi.

🐟🤠

#dnd #sketchbook #oc #dungeons & dragons #character #sketch #ink #dungeons and dragons #characters #orc #sinsbog #mermay #merman #mermaid #mermay 2022 #merfolk #koi #cowboy #mercenary #sharpshooter #npc

[xhellsharkx]

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[monster-beneath-my-bed]

ˑ ֗ ִ     𝓶 𝔂 𝓫 𝓮 𝓭    ˑ ִ ֗

#monsters i love #kraken #illithid #demon #werewolf #vampire #samebito #drider #naga #merman #orc #minotaur #cyborg #fae #satyr #mothman

[angelltheninth]

Monster Masterlist

SFW

Captured by a Demon Prince

Trust Issues with a Sleep Paralysis Demon

Vampire Lady Courts You

Sweet Yandere Sleep Paralysis Demon

Having a Werewolf Girlfriend

Dating an Orc Himbo

The Innocent Succubus Girlfriend

Sacrificed to a Chivalrous Dragonkin

Flirty Vampire Boyfriend Biting You

Merman Trying to Court You

Male!Werewolf x Fem!Reader - Senses Working Overtime

The Headless Horseman Courts You After Scaring You

Orc Boyfriend when You're Pregnant

Vampire Man Manipulates You and Drinks Your Blood

Dating a Sweet Minotaur

Orc Boyfriend Gets Protective Over You

Winning the Affections of a Touch-Starved Vampire Man

Flirty Vampire Boyfriend Takes Care of You when You Pass Out

Male!Vampire x Fem!Reader - Hooked On Your Taste

Monster Boyfriends Giving You Hugs

Orc Tries to Court You but You're Oblivious

Merman Courts a Surfer Dude

Male!Merman x Fem!Reader - Swimming in Romance

Vampire Boyfriend Who Only Wants to Drink From You

NSFW

Male!Sleep Paralysis Demon x Fem!Reader - Sell Me My Nightmare

Cockwarming and Banter with an Orc Warlord

Male!Slime Monster x Fem!Reader - A Sticky Situation

Big Monster Boyfriend Can't Resist Claiming You

Male!Sleep Paralysis Demon x Fem!Reader - The Stuff of Wet Nightmares

Male!Dullahan x Fem!Reader - The Dullahan Boyfriend Experience

Male!Siren x Fem!Reader - With This Final Breath

Being Offered to an Orc Warlord

Male!Gargoyle x Fem!Reader - Wild Side

Male!Yautja in Rut x Fem!Reader

Virgin Male!Orc x Fem!Reader x Warlord Male!Orc - Ready to be the Prize

Male!Orc x Fem!Reader - The Orc's Promise

Male!Vampire x Fem!Reader - Drained and Filled

Your Careful Orc Boyfriend Helps You Take All of Him

Werewolf Boyfriend Chases and Pins You During the Full Moon

Your Careful Orc Boyfriend Reacts to You Taking the Lead

You Notice Your Orc Boyfriend's Bulge

Using Your Boyfriend's Demon Horns to Guide Him

How Monster Boyfriends Make You Feel Good

Gargoyle Boyfriend Gets Rough As the Sun Comes Up

Finding Out Your Demon Boyfriend is Ribbed for Your Pleasure

Monster Boyfriend Scared of Hurting You During His Mating Cycle

Male!Forest Protector x Fem!Reader - What Goes Down in the Forest

Orc War Chief Breeds You in Public

Male!Orc x Fem!Reader - More Than Bargained For

What You Can Look Forward to With a Big Monster Boyfriend

The Devil Corrupts a Nun

Monster Boyfriend Has Sex with You While You're on Your Period

Goblin Boyfriend Goes Into a Mating Frenzy

#masterlist #monster x reader #monster x human #monster x girl #monster x you #monster love #monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend

[nine-of-words]

No Vacancy (Part Three)

M Merfolk x M Orc Reader

PREVIOUS || STORY TAG || NEXT

Wordcount: 2879

Content Warnings: Gambling, Sexual Harassment (Verbal)

Back to Varuj’s POV. It’ll be following this back and forth pattern for the rest of the story.

Ironically, I think this is the first SFW thing I’ve posted here.

It's official: you're divorced.

Needless to say, you're thrilled to bits.

The heavy weight you've been dragging has been cut loose; you feel lighter than you have in years.

If it had been much sooner, you would probably be devastated right now. But as it is, you've had long enough to grieve the loss of your relationship, your home, your place in your birth tribe -  and a part of that will always sting a bit. But right now, you're only feeling the elation and catharsis from being able to tie the last loose ends from that part of your life, and fully leave it behind.

It's been difficult to be torn up about it the last few months. You have a lot of reasons to be happy, now…

It seemed like a good enough reason to celebrate.

That is how your beloved ferry ship, typically hauling around prim and well behaved tourists, has become overrun by grisled seaworthy men during this port of call.

A surprising number of the former crewmates you invited showed up - enough to have more than enough men for cards, with some rotating out and mingling. Most of them are men that you had formed significant bonds with during your time on the same vessel. …Then again, there is significant overlap between the ones that showed, and the ones that you have had no-string-attached trysts with while you were married and suppressing your true desires. 

It’s just good to have some of your old friends together in one place.

"Hah! Well well, I'll just be taking these spoils for meself now-" Uttar slides the pot full of loose notes and coins towards himself, to a chorus of displeased groans from the rest of the players at the table.

“That’s it, I’m washed!”

“C’mon now, that’s the third hand in a row! Ye must be cheatin’!”

“Aye, that’s what happens when you go on account, as it were.”  “Hornswagglers, the lot of ‘em.”

Many of your buddies from your time working on fishing boats are still in the trade, while some have pivoted to… less than legal marine careers. Easier on the back, they say.

You can't say you're that harsh of a judge when it comes to some of them turning to piracy. Not everyone had the opportunity to save up for their own ship to fix up the way that you did.

“Not my problem none of ye can muster a serviceable hand this evening.” He snorts, rising with his winnings in pouch, and for a second you worry he’s about to hock a loogie on your freshly cleaned boat deck. Thankfully he doesn’t, instead directing it over the gunwale.

“Hey, it could just be a string of lucky hands. No reason to jump to accusations.” You say, seeming to successfully deescalate the situation well enough.

“If yer not cheatin’, play another round then. Or are ye turnin’ tail now that the jig is up?”

"I know when to quit when I'm ahead," Uttar laughs, motioning to Rosing, who’s cracking her knuckles as she sits down at the table where one of your friends has abandoned his spot in the game. “That one knows what she’s doin’, unlike you lot. I need to wet me whistle and have a smoke, then I might give ye an encore.”

Another round passes, then another. Your guests come and go from around the table, filtering between the main deck and the galley.

Just as there's a lull between rounds being filled with jovial conversation, apparently an interesting sight captures your tablemates' collective attention. The source of the hubbub is easy to guess, so you're unsurprised when you turn to see Noa emerging from the main cabin entrance.

"Ohoho, and who's this Mr. Fancypants o'er yonder? I've never seen a fishy with quite so many stripes!"

"Reckon they must be lost. Far too pretty for this lot."

"He's a good friend." You say in a diplomatic tone, yet hopefully stern enough to tamper any potentially tasteless comments.

"You hear that, ye barnacles? The man said keep yer filthy peepers off!"

Noa must’ve come up through the hatch in his room (that you now keep reserved for him) and gotten changed first. Probably for the best to not be completely bare, considering the present company, even if Merfolk tend to… He's wearing one of the pairs of slouchy pants Rosing was kind enough to tailor for him; his fully aquatic lifestyle hadn’t given him much need to own clothes before.

“Oh good, I didn't miss the entire thing.” Noa says, approaching the table and pulling up an empty chair.

“Nope. Would you like to play a round? There’s space.” You say, unable to keep the grin off your face just from laying eyes on him again.

There's a pleasant series of small clattering sounds from the shell beads on the ends of his braids hitting the top of the metal folding chair behind him as he takes a seat. He smells good, like he always does. And the early evening light makes his blue skin nearly shine, even if his markings are more subdued now than they are during Spawn.

“Hah. No. I know better by now than to play Rosing for real gold.” Noa smirks, which the kobold woman returns with her small, sharp teeth. “I’ll just watch.”

“Smart lad!” One of the orcs howls. “No use in wastin’ yer gold, not with these sharks in the water.”

"What's the occasion, anyway? I forgot to ask."

You open your mouth to respond, but are interrupted by a loud guffaw and an audible slap on the back from the man closest to your left. You almost forgot there were other people here…

"Why, this seadog finally dropped the ol' anchor!" You snort and shake your head in mild mortification as he emphatically goes on. "She's really off sleeping with the fishes now, bwahaha- No offense meant o'course laddy, nothing wrong with likin' the fishfolk."

"Congratulations." Noa nods in acknowledgement, a muted, bemused smile forming on his face. "How do you feel?"

"Free!" You laugh, probably a bit too loud from the slight buzz you’re cultivating. "Like a new man."

"That's great. I'm happy for you." Noa says, before you both get swept off into the greater flow of conversation at the table.

A few more rounds later, Rosing is separating everyone from their gold as expected. This development seems to be much better accepted than Uttar’s previous win streak, for whatever reason. 

The supply of beverages at the table has dwindled significantly. In fact, one single bottle of ale sits amongst the half melted ice.

"Who's gonna bite the bullet, laddies? Poor bastard that takes the last cold one makes the galley run."

Noa reaches out and grasps the neck of the bottle before anyone else can volunteer.

"I've got it- Since I'm not playing anyway." He says, picking up the cooler as he stands. "I'll be right back."

The table is nearly silent until Noa disappears past the galley door, at which point the table immediately breaks out in excited chatter.

"Nice boy, he is." One of your friends says in what is probably supposed to be a dry tone, but he's too amused to muster it. "Very niiiice."

"Oh no, please don’t-” You feebly chuckle, feeling the wave of playful torment rising up to crash down on you.

"And fit- Sink me-" Another chimes in, fanning himself. "I'd walk around shirtless too if I had that sort of build around me middle! If only we all could be so lucky!"

"I don't recall that keeping you from going shirtless any time before-"

“He got a brother?” A third laughs. “Or a father would do. Or we could share ‘im. No need to be stingy, aye?”

You suddenly get to your feet, feeling the heat creep up your neck and onto your cheekbones from the merciless banter.

“I need a little breather.” You laugh, the ribbing becoming slightly suffocating, even though you know from experience it's good natured teasing. Despite the embarrassment making you feel as if you could drop dead at any moment, there is a genuine smile on your face. “Go ahead and play a round without me.”

You head into your cabin’s head for a bathroom break. When you’ve finished washing your hands, you splash some water onto your face to help cool the embarrassment from your skin.

As you stand there, you can make out the muffled sounds of a conversation happening in the galley through the wall. Normal, as this part of the ship always carries sound due to the way the plumbing runs through it.

Ah. Maybe I should put some more insulation in next time I do some work…?

“Why are you even here? I wouldn't have come if I knew you were going to be here.”

You don’t want to eavesdrop, but as soon as you recognize that one of the voices is Noa’s, you’re straining to hear every last word.

“Ugh. I’m just trying to take this back out there. Just let me by!"

“Sorry. Ya want by, you’ll have to pay the toll.”

And the other voice - that’s Uttar. They know each other?

“What, you going to charge me gold?”

“Oh no- I was thinkin’ a different form of currency this time.”

Whatever this is, you shouldn't be hearing it. But your concern keeps you frozen in place, your palms still dripping above the sink.

“Let go of me.” Noa snaps, losing his cool in a way you've never heard him speak before. "I told you before- I’m not interested."

"Oh, yer gonna be interested, fish. Sooner or later.” Uttar laughs a grumble of a laugh. “Interest adds up fast… especially with a tab the size o’ yours. You’ll have to pay it off, some way."

Tab? Noa has a debt with him?

You know that sometimes pirates in the area also deal in loansharking, but you can't really imagine the Uttar you used to know being that ruthless.

But with this playing out (practically) in front of you, it’s hard to doubt. People do change…

Noa…

You dry off your hands quickly, a knot forming in your gut. You need to get back above board and make sure nothing worse happens. It’s bad enough that he’s being harassed at a party you’re hosting.

And, if you’re honest with yourself, there’s a small flicker of anger on his behalf.

When you emerge onto the deck and head for the galley, readying to throw them open and make a scene, when Noa exits through them before you can reach. To your relief, he makes a beeline straight to you as soon as he sees you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Oh. Do I not look okay?” Noa tosses his braids over his shoulder. He laughs a clearly fake laugh, and draws a clearly fake smile. 

He’s standing so close to you that in any other circumstance you would think he was crowding you.

“You look a touch pale, is all."

"Must be the ale," He brushes it off, already regaining his composure. "I don't drink that often."

That would be an easy enough to swallow lie, if you already picked up on the fact that Noa doesn’t drink. Even the ale from earlier he picked up stayed in the cooler when it returned to the table.

For the rest of the majority of the night, Noa sticks closer to you than normal. Not that you’re complaining, because it keeps you from worrying about his safety. He finally seems to be less on edge when Uttar departs, just after dark. When Uttar says goodbye to you, he acts completely normal, despite Noa being seated beside you. You wouldn’t be any the wiser that anything was amiss, if you hadn’t overheard their interaction earlier. You manage to thank him for coming and wish him well, despite it.

Evening proceeds into night. Eventually it’s become so late that all of your guests have either stumbled back into one of the empty rooms on the ship you allocated for that very reason, or dispersed into port to keep the night rolling. In the past you may have gone with them- it's your celebration, after all- but you don't want to put your liver through that much abuse. Your cushy ferry ship captain life has destroyed most of your tolerance from the old days by now, and you think you’ve had more than your fill by now.

You also find that where you really want to be is here, anyway; since the only one left now is Noa. You sit at the edge of the lower deck, with your legs hanging in the water.

You hoped he’d stay the night, and it seems he had similar intentions. At least, given the way that he’s currently attacking your mouth with such fervor, you assume he wants to stay the night.

This isn’t the first time Noa’s kissed you, but it might as well be, given how it makes the surface of your skin tingle. Every slight movement of his wet lips teasing yours sends you further towards a blissful precipice, and the warm feeling of his hand on the back of your head just another push towards your demise. It’s an exhilarating mix of thrill and fear. 

You know you shouldn’t be kissing if you want things to stay casual. You would assume he knows too, but he keeps seeking out your lips whenever he visits.

The thing is, you don’t want it to end.

You certainly don’t at this point, but Noa hasn’t given any indication that he’d like things to change. And because you are the penetrative partner, as an orc, it would be taboo for you to be the one to initiate a romantic relationship. You’re stuck.

You knew when you started this arrangement six months ago that it would lead to this. But you just couldn’t help yourself…

“I like having you so close.” You say faintly when Noa breaks for air, your lips still close enough to brush against his as you speak. You can’t ask him directly to date you, being an orc in your position, but hopefully he catches your drift. “It would be nice to see you more often.”

“Yeah.” He says in agreement, and pulls all the way back, leaning back with his weight on his palms behind him, looking up at the sky instead of at you. 

You’ve heard this ‘yeah’ before, many, many times; just not from him. You’ve spoken it more times than you could possibly count. It’s not an enthusiastic one, and more one of non-committal placation. Of knowing that what you’re agreeing with can’t really happen, and hoping that the topic just gets washed away with the conversation.

"Ah, sorry. Do… I have the wrong idea?"

"No, you don’t. I just- I couldn't. My job…" He sighs and rubs his neck, wincing. "There's a clause in my contract against dating. It complicates things."

"Quit, then. You’re already renting the room- You can stay here full time. We could see each other as much as we’d like. And there’s more than enough work, if you want a job. Rosing’d probably love the help.” You find yourself hazily and eagerly rambling your daydreams out loud. “Would that be so bad…?”

"You don't get it." Noa says, clearly trying to keep his tone even, but even the irritation that’s seeping into his words sound more like a cover for sadness than true ire. "I can't just quit."

Unfortunately, you do know why he can’t just quit. At the very least, you can hazard a guess. But you can’t tell him without revealing what you heard - even if you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it’s something you didn’t learn with permission. Noa is a secretive man, and you don’t think he’d take kindly to you having information he was keeping private.

“Why not…?” You quietly give him an out, if he wants to use it.

Noa just shakes his head, keeping whatever secrets close to his chest. Too stubborn to accept your help.

A cold silence sets in. You decide to break it early, before it becomes unbearable.

"...Yeah. So… I don't want you to feel pressured by the offer." Your lip quivers slightly around the edge of your tusks from the tension of your drawn smile. "Nothing has to change if you don't want it to, between us. We can talk about it-"

"I don’t want to talk about it. I need to think." Noa finally manages to say after a long, troubled pause. “I should go.”

"...Yeah. And… I should probably get some rest, huh?" You rub the back of your neck to ease the shame,  the last vestiges of tipsiness vanishing fast. “Sleep this booze off…”

Noa removes his pants and hoists his weight overboard, smoothly entering the water tail first with barely a splash into the night-darkened sea. And then he’s gone into the dark blue, without another word.

You’re left alone, the weight of the silence oppressive, now.

You want to fix this for him. Even if it’s something you can’t fix, you want to help him, somehow.

If Noa doesn’t want to tell you, perhaps you could find out for yourself…

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

#exophilia #monster lover #monster romance #mlm #monster x reader #merman x reader #monster x monster #male reader #orc reader #gay exophilia #mlm exophilia #oc: noa #oc: varuj #series: no vacancy #nine of words

[squishysoftmonsters]

Imagine types

[NSFW] Meaning Naughty

[Fluff] Simply sweet wholesome vibes

[Fluff?] Kinda questionable but still cute

Imagines [FULL!🥵]

Tongue/Tentacle

You mean Everything [Fluff]

Tongue Summon [NSFW]

Failed Spell [NSFW]

Tentacle Girlfriend [NSFW]

Tentacle Husband [NSFW]

Tentacle Husband 1 [NSFW]

Good Samaritan [NSFW]

Otherworldly Rock [NSFW]

Carrier [NSFW]

Kid Kraken [NSFW]

The Tentacle Song [Fluff?]

Let Me Love You [NSFW]

Good Morning Stretch [NSFW]

Did You Cook? [NSFW]

Ghost

Ghost House [NSFW]

Ghost Top [NSFW]

Paranormal Orgy [NSFW]

Tentacle Ghost GF [NSFW]

To Catch a Ghost [NSFW]

One on One [NSFW]

No Chores Please [NSFW]

Werewolf

Sub Wolf [NSFW]

Furry Booty Slap [Fluff?]

Tired Hubby [Fluff?]

Magic Pregnancies [Fluff?]

Muzzled Partner [NSFW]

Desperate Human [NSFW]

Prized Human [NSFW]

You Don't Smell Like Me! [NSFW]

Dedicated Husband [NSFW]

Hide and Seek [NSFW]

Chill Wolf [Fluff]

Cuddly Sexy Boy [Fluff?]

Slime

Symbiote Slime Tentacle [NSFW]

Egg Beast [NSFW]

Breeding Frenzy [NSFW]

Radioactive Seed [NSFW]

Slime Birth Boyfriend [NSFW]

Slime Performer [NSFW]

Seductive Slime [NSFW]

Moth

Dom Moth [NSFW]

First Child [NSFW]

Moth Praise [Fluff?]

Abduction [NSFW]

Bearer [NSFW]

Vampire

First Date [NSFW]

Cooking [NSFW]

Helping The Count [NSFW]

Booba [Fluff?]

Drained but Loved [Fluff?]

Ogre

Breakfast [NSFW]

Mermen/Naga/Snake

The Heat [NSFW]

Dom Serpent Merman [NSFW]

Lucky Catch [NSFW]

Naga Lovin' [NSFW]

Merfolk Lust [NSFW]

WTF is wrong with you? [NSFW]

Mermeat [NSFW]

Singer [NSFW]

Sacrificial Offering [NSFW]

Seduced and Used [NSFW]

Alien

Alien Boyfriend [NSFW]

Overstimulation [NSFW]

Twisted Disneyland Guide [NSFW]

Loving you FOR you [Fluff]

Alien Husband [NSFW]

Alien Mother [NSFW]

Alien Girlfriend [NSFW]

Secret Admirer [NSFW]

Alien Girlfriend 1 [NSFW]

Alien Wife Shenanigans [NSFW]

Carpenter For Hire [Fluff?]

Werebear

Forest Meeting [NSFW]

Succubi/Angel/Demon

First Lick [NSFW]

Warfare [NSFW]

Slave to Lover [NSFW]

Unholy Coupling [NSFW]

Water

Bubbly Love [NSFW]

Harpy

Human Kidnapping [NSFW]

No love Today [Fluff?]

Body Worship [Fluff]

Stretched and Bred [NSFW]

Dragon

How to Train your Dragon [NSFW]

How to Tame your Human [NSFW]

To be a Queen for a Dragon [NSFW]

Plant

I REALLY like you! [NSFW]

A lick from Me to You [Fluff]

What it's like to be a Botanist [NSFW]

Demanding Plant [NSFW]

Orc

Hairy Hugs[Fluff]

Minotaur

Face Seat [Fluff?]

Taking it Easy [Fluff]

Gryphon

Just Wingin' It [NSFW]

Uncategorized

Keepin' it Warm [NSFW]

Therapy Monsters [Fluff]

Tender Nabbing [Fluff]

Party Hard [Fluff?]

No,You Can't come! [Fluff?]

Trying to Summon a Boyfriend [NSFW]

Kobold Pet [NSFW]

#monster fucker #masterlist #smut imagine #squishylovers #monster smut

[lost-locket-antiques]

I'm not gonna wait a whole day for the poll to finish, but it's nearly 100% unanimously a yes, sooo

Nijezdo's Cultural Inspirations

Loro'Dahinja/Lorocoda: Persian and Roman Empires/Germany

Same country, different time periods, it's the first thing most Fae think of when they hear the term "Human". Humans are very much a melting pot, and, of course, have many different cultures. However, unlike Fae, are more separated by country, rather than race.

Happens to be the only Human Country I've been working on, but there are several dozen different Human Countries with very different cultures, I just haven't gotten to them quite yet.

Centaur: Eastern Europe

Specifically Greece, most Centaurian countries are also centered around places like Romania, Poland, Hungary, etc.

Inspiration stems from Greece being the birthplace of the centaurs we know today

Merfolk: Asian

Japan and China (and a little bit of Russia) are the main inspos, other countries also are based off of Taiwan, Indonesia, Laos, Korea, etc.

Inspiration stems from the fact that a lot of Asian countries (even landlocked ones) have a pretty close connection to the ocean. Seems to only be fitting for my watery race

Troll: Northern Europe

Scottish specifically, but have many cultures based off of Ireland, Sweden, Norway, the UK, etc.

Inspiration stems from Nijedian Trolls adore symmetrical patterns, and trolls, in of themselves, have been apart of both Nordic and Celtic mythology for probably thousands of years. Seemed fitting

Goblin: South American

Colombian and Brazilian are the main ones, however, that is only for the Goblins who want to interact with other civilizations. Over half of their population prefers to live like that of deep jungle tribes.

Inspiration stems from the fact the Nijezdian Goblins are a very divided race, they are either very social or very anti-social and there is no in-between.

Harpy: American Indian/African Migrating Tribes

Harpies don't really have countries, more disputed hunting/migration grounds. However, the few countries that they do have tend to have similar cultures to places like Nambia, Egypt, or South Africa. They tend to be just as technologically advanced as most the world.

DISCLAIMER: this is INSPIRATION for FICTIONAL COUNTRIES and is NOT MEANT TO BE REPRESENTATION. It is a jumping off point for me to create a world that is somewhat familiar, but different.

#worldbuilding #world building #salt and light #fantasy #human #hume #elf #orc #dwarf #gnome #fae #centaur #merfolk #mermaid #merman #troll #goblin #harpy

[snorlaxxian-menace]

Meet the Dames of Dungeons and Dames! As Merfolk! From left to right we have: Mitch the tabaxi bard who likes to write, Ava Maria, the paladin, Belinde Bloodless, The lich fighter, GrhhuHghh, the goblin Koalinth cleric, Squeaky, the ooze warlock, Mo'Gar Skullcrusher, the orc barbarian, Princess Cerulena, the sea elf turned rogue, Lady Stormbeard, the gnome ranger who Cerulena has a crush on, and last but not least, Herbitha Finfine, the tortle druid, who doesn't need Mermaid potion but does need underwater breathing potion.

#mermay #mermay challenge #mermay 2022 #merman #tabaxi #dndcharacter #dnd oc #dnd5e #dnd #dnd ocs #dnd gnome #lich #ooze #orc #Koalinth #goblin