based on this request on my tumblr blog:

what if fishie finds out fics we write about him? (NSFW included)

Finally, you're done with editing your latest work, a short story about Rafayel the merman who is rescued by an innocent woman, and they fall in love with each other. He turns himself into a human, and they live happily ever after, explicit scenes included! After all, you know your thirsty audience and sex sells. That's what your manager always tells you.

Suddenly it knocks on your front door and you go to open it. Who could it be? It's already late, and you need to keep the deadline, so you didn't expect anyone.

"Hey, Cutie!" Rafayel greets you with his charming boyish smile and pulls you instantly into his arms to kiss you on your nose "Whatcha doing? Didn't hear from you all day."

His little signature pout is sent your way, and you smile warmly at him. "Sorry! I was captured by work. But I'm done now."

Rafayel lets you out of his embrace, and you grab his hand to pull him in and close the door. Together you stroll into your living room, and you see with horror that your laptop sits on the table, still open with your spicy story. But before you can jump to it to close it and hide it from the purple-haired man, Rafayel already snatched it away to read your latest work.

He was always interested in your writing, but you've never let him read anything or told him your pseudonym, too embarrassed to reveal the kind of books you publish.

"Oh, finally I get to see one of your works!" he shouts out happily and full of curiosity.

Horror settles in every cell of your body. Oh god, why of all heavens now? And why with this story in particular of all things?

In a failed attempt to snatch the device out of his hands, he laughs and runs into your bedroom to slam the door behind him and lock it. You hear his laugh behind the door.

"Why you're making such a fuss out of it? I'm sure your writing is amazing," he calls out to you. "Just let me read it already!"

Terrified you run to the door, trying desperately to open it "No! Please! RAFAYEL!" you shout.

But no chance, the door won't open, and the only thing you hear is how your beloved fishy is making himself comfortable in your bed to read the script.

Embarrassed and mortified you try to remember on which page you worked last and all blood drains out of your face as you remember. The Love-making scene! Oh, gods! No!

You last edited the moment when the protagonist and her merman lover are doing the deed. And your boyfriend, who literally is the model for said merman, is going to read this.

Oh my... how you wish there would be open up a hole that swallows you...

Inside the bedroom, it goes quiet, and you decide to await the upcoming storm in the living room. You're sure Rafayel is going to be not amused when he finds out that you wrote about Sex with him in the main role.

Half an hour later the bedroom door opens up and your boyfriend walks out, the laptop still lying in your bed. You don't know what you expected, but surely not his smug grin and twinkling eyes full of mischief.

Like a predator in the hunt, he strides up to you, sitting beside you on the sofa. You turn away your gaze, not able to look him in the eyes how embarrassed you feel right now.

With a gentle tap of his fingers under your chin your face is turned towards him, blueish-pink eyes watching you with an intensity you only see in certain heated moments.

"If I had known you were writing such things about us, I would have been more considerate and creative, cutie." Too stunned to answer, you just stare at him.

"I think I'll give you some more to write about, yeah?" as he closes the distance to pull you into a searing kiss.