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merakiui · 2 years

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ooohhh~ I love those writing ideas you had for sea food trio~ especially the one for the compatibility between human and mer folk for a study. I wondered about a scenario with those three as well~! I love imaging an oblivious mc going in their enclosure, thinking she'll be studying their behaviors not realizing their in heat and she's actually a test subject (sacrificial lamb) she'd write down how there acting a little too territorial around her as well as getting too handsy, she'd by some miracle dodge the twins grabbing hands and make it to the door only to realize it's locked and some long tentacles are pulling you back to the pool. IF anyone WAS willing to help you, they'd risk getting drowned. Maybe merfolk when in heat have something in their mouth or on their skin that does something to your biology to turn you on? It makes it easier to mate with you. Also maybe they "knot" inside you to make sure they have a good chance of getting you pregnant? It could help explain partly WHY merfolk are territorial over their mates. Their possessive and mating is a process. It's lucky the trio get along well or they might have killed each other for you. You'll be so exhausted when they all finish with you that they'll have to hold you to keep you from drowning. They'd plan to take VERY good care of the mother of their young and have no intention of letting you leave anytime soon. Your all going to be first time parents, so it'll be important for them to keep you close by incase something goes wrong with the pregnancy or something happens to you. Your safer with them. Right?

(cw: yandere, female reader, nsfw, non-con/dub-con, breeding/pregnancy, aphrodisiac, tentacles, oviposition)

The researchers are so unethical about the entire thing. They only tell you the bare minimum, so all you really know is that for one month you’ll study their behaviors, interact with them, and keep track of your observations in a notebook. They inform you that you’re to take note of every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem, and they make you sign this lengthy contract regarding safety and confidentiality. In hindsight, you should have read it thoroughly before signing out of desperation. But at that time you were in need of an effortless way to make money and participating in this seemingly innocent study didn’t look dangerous at all.

How wrong you were.

You meet a pair of moray eel twins, who you struggle to differentiate in the beginning. But the more you interact with them, the more you learn of their contrasting personalities. One of them is always so eager to be around you, throwing all caution to the wind in favor of swimming up to the edge of the pool to get a closer look at you and your curious anatomy. He loves to reach for any part of you, poking your legs, grabbing your feet, seizing your wrists, and he’s extremely playful. He once tried to pull you into the pool, but you were quick to avoid his webbed hands before they could clutch your shirt. Now he usually resorts to splashing you whenever he’s in a mischievous mood.

You think he enjoys talking to you because he makes all sorts of clicking noises as if engaging in conversation with you. It was awkward at first because you had no idea how to respond; now you just nod or hum along with whatever he’s trying to tell you. He does know a few words and phrases, though. They’re pronounced clumsily, but the more he says them the clearer his pronunciation becomes. Simple words seem to stick with him, and he’s grown accustomed to greetings and farewells. He’s getting better at saying your name, too. And oh does he love saying your name, chanting it over and over until it’s muddled and incoherent. Once he gets to know you better he’ll start to call you ‘shrimpy’ or ‘little shrimp,’ which you think are his versions of endearing nicknames. You want to teach him more things about your language so that the two of you can communicate better, but you’re not exactly sure where to start. It feels like a daunting task.

The other eel merman is more reserved and quiet in contrast to his brother; he watches from a safe distance, half-submerged in the water, and it feels more like he’s hunting you than observing you. It isn’t until he determines you aren’t a threat that he approaches you alongside his brother one day, allowing you to reach out and pat his head. Both twins like to compare your delicate hands to their webbed ones and they’re very fascinated with your legs. You feel the same sort of curiosity when you look at them and their long, winding bodies. Like his energetic brother, he also knows lots of words and phrases, but he doesn’t use them often. Once he figures out how to pronounce your name, it’s all he ever says, and he communicates with his brother in clicks. Their clicking seems innocent, but the expressions they wear unsettle you. You’re certain you’re the subject they’re talking about.

He’s fond of picture books, especially the ones that detail images of nature and food. You’ve brought a few in to show him and he’ll watch in fascination as you flip the pages and point to each image, explaining what it is and what purpose it serves. He’ll try to pronounce some of the words, but it’s pointless if he doesn’t know the meaning. He’ll use hand gestures to communicate with you, but it’s usually only when he wants you to repeat a word or explain again. He loves learning new things and picks up on them just as fast as his brother does.

As for the third member in their aquatic trio, you’ve yet to meet him. In fact, you forgot he existed. You were so busy penning notes and interacting with the twins that you didn’t realize there were three of them. When you asked the researchers about it, they’d told you that they had never seen him before because he preferred to linger at the bottom of the enclosure, shrouded in shadows and mystery. You were curious about him and tried asking the twins about where he was, but they didn’t exactly understand you. And you had no idea what they were saying when they clicked back at you.

One day, while you were writing by the poolside (the twins were nowhere to be found, thus giving you a temporary break from their antics), someone came up to the surface. You didn’t notice his gaze burning a hole through you while you wrote and he approached you carefully, moving through the water as soundlessly as possible. And just as he was close enough, you suddenly glanced over and caught his pale blue eyes, horizontal pupils fixated on you. For a moment, you remained frozen and he seemed to be mirroring your surprise.

Eventually you held your hand out to him in a disarming greeting, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m (Name).”

He blinked at you and then slipped back underwater, disappearing from your sight.

That was how you met the octopus merman. He was timid and very rarely came to the surface. But once he realized that your presence was a daily thing, he came to understand the schedule and it wasn’t long before he started to grow accustomed to you. He still kept his guard up, but with enough coaxing from the twins he finally swam to the edge of the pool so that you could get a closer look at him and vice-versa. He was much larger than the twins, but he was surprisingly gentle when he handled you, curling his tentacles around your ankles and wrists in what seemed like a greeting. You learned rather quickly that he enjoyed physical touch more than the twins did, and it made you a little sad when you pondered whether or not he was touch-starved or just curious. The former seemed more likely because he was always devastated when you had to leave, crying out in a series of high clicks and coos.

In the days that follow, their behaviors feel more…direct. They touch you more than usual, tugging you towards the pool as if wanting you to join them for a swim, and they’re quick to anger whenever you have to leave. At one point you’re certain you heard one of the twins let out a low, threatening snarl as you shied away from him, claiming that it was time for you to go. So you try to stay as long as you can, even going past your usual time in an effort to keep them happy. You fill your journal with notes about each of them and their changing behaviors. Just the other day, they presented you with the bones from their most recent meal, proud and bashful smiles on their faces. You’re not sure if it was a gift or an offering or…whatever, but you mark it in your notebook anyways. They seem overjoyed when you take the thin bones from them, setting them down on the ground for further inspection.

Time passes and it isn’t long before the study will be ending. You have just a little under two weeks left and your relationship with the trio has really grown. The researchers are pleasantly surprised to see you bond so naturally with them. It’s a stark contrast to how they act around other humans who enter their enclosure. With you they’re considerably gentle and docile. With others they’re hostile and vicious, angrily snapping at anyone who gets too close. It’s an interesting nuance.

It’s a Friday evening when you finish your observations and are ready to call it a night, exhausted from entertaining and observing the three of them all day. Their pool feels considerably warmer when you dip your fingers in, and even the three of them seem…sickly. As if they have high fevers. You wonder if something broke within their enclosure, but there’s not much you can do except notify the researchers in hopes that it’ll be fixed right away. And just as you pack your things and head for the door, fingers closing around the handle, it won’t open. Confused, you tug at it with more force, assuming it had gotten stuck. But when that doesn’t work, you’re quick to realize it’s locked.

It wouldn’t have been much of a problem. The door has locked on occasion before, so this isn’t anything new. But when the researchers fail to open it despite seeing you through the glass, a terrible dread settles in your stomach and it only worsens when a dark tentacle curls around your ankle, tugging you towards the pool. You resist, shaking your head at the octopus mer who peers at you from the edge of the pool, but your denial doesn’t seem to faze him as he curls two more tentacles around your other ankle. Another one is reaching for your wrist, and you try to swat at it, all while telling him that you have to leave and now’s not the time to play. But he’s relentless and impossibly strong, so strong that he practically drags your thrashing body into the pool as if you’re nothing more than a weightless doll, keeping you upright with the many appendages that wrap around your body.

And when you see him this closely, his eyes blown wide and face burning with a strange heat, you realize why the pool’s so warm and why he’s feeling every part of your body, tentacles slipping under your soaked clothes to squeeze and prod at you. Your squirming doesn’t do much other than sadden him. He tries to get you to settle down by cooing incoherent words at you, but all it does is frighten you even more.

Something brushes against your foot under the water, slick and cold, and then you feel a sharp sting as teeth sink into your ankle, deep enough to draw blood. You catch the twins’ mismatched eyes when they surface—one of them is licking the blood from his lips—and it dawns on you that there’s no way out of their enclosure unless, by some miracle, you can wriggle out of the strong tentacles that keep you trapped.

They don’t know much about how humans mate, but they do know that your pussy is tight and warm and inside is the perfect, safest place for their young. It’s impossible to register the strange liquid that’s forced down your throat as you try and fail to wriggle out of their reaching arms. You think it might have come from one of the twins because their skin is slicker than usual and one of them has shoved his slender, slick-coated fingers into your mouth, but you can’t exactly tell as your mind jumps from panic to fight and then back to panic.

Eventually their touches don’t alarm you as much as they did before, and you actually relax and allow the tentacles to slide around you while impatient claws tear at your clothes. You feel as hot as they do, an odd desire pooling in your gut, and you submit when they exchange kisses with you and nip at your warm skin. It’s strange because you were so averse to them before and now you gladly welcome every touch with an arched back and a string of moans. One of the twins rubs himself against your backside while the other plays with your breasts, curiously rolling your perky nipples between his fingers. The octo-mer is winding his tentacles around your thighs, holding your legs apart so that one of his thick appendages can force its way inside your hole.

The stretch isn’t too extreme; you’re slick enough from whatever substance you ingested, so it doesn’t hurt too much as he impatiently pushes the tentacle through your gummy walls, panting wet, hot breaths that reach your ears. And once it’s all the way inside, you feel so full and hot and you’re practically begging him to fuck you now, if only to dispel the weird effects of that liquid.

He tries to be gentle, but the twins are kissing your lips until they’re bruised and littering your shoulders and arms with bites and it doesn’t seem to be hurting you. So he’ll shove one of his tentacles in your mouth while the other thrusts deep enough to push against your cervix, and you’re so pretty when you squeeze your eyes shut and moan against the tentacle stuffed in your mouth. He’s absolutely charmed when you reach for him, his tentacles, the twins—anywhere you can grip onto. You’re too cute; he wants to hold and spread you open like this forever.

You’ll be fucked through so many orgasms you lose count, and they all take turns filling you with cum and soft, pudgy eggs that find residence in the depths of your womb. No space is left empty, even if you slur your halfhearted protests that you can’t take anymore by the time you’re in the twins’ arms and they’re forcing themselves inside at the same time. You’re so cute when you’re like this. They’re happy to have met you and they’re even happier that you’re the best fit to be the mother of their young. They’ll keep you upright in the water if you pass out during it, which is very likely considering one round isn’t enough to satisfy the trio and you only have so much stamina and energy. They’re relentless and you’ll have no choice but to take it, even as you’re unconscious and oh so pliant.

And when the researchers attempt to separate you from them so that they can analyze your swollen belly hours later, the trio react violently—all snapping jaws and bared teeth as they protect you from the humans who wish to take their precious mate away. You’ll just have to live in their enclosure for a while—at least until the researchers can safely retrieve you.

#twisted chit chat #meraki thirsts #yandere octavinelle #yandere twst #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: breeding #tw: pregnancy #tw: oviposition #the fish are feasting!!! >:)#ty anon for sending this ask i am going to be thinking about it for a while… orz #researcher x creature dynamics will always be absolute bangers <3

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queen-beefcake-sqx · 1 year

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you know what!!!! I’m going to yell about emotionally repressed but endlessly devoted Kim Kitsuragi!!!!!

Because imagine Kim “Professional Distance” Kitsuragi, who uses every excuse in the book to dodge Harry’s advances or attempts to turn them into more permanent partners beyond the RCM. Except he can only keep him so far away, both by virtue of the person Harry is and Kim’s own terrible, terrible decisions that always bring them back together. And Kim realizes quickly that distancing from Harry leaves him more vulnerable to the jabs and jeers of McLaine, Torson, and Vicquemare.

Harry swears it doesn’t bother him. Kim always stands within earshot of Harry, close enough to shut down any attempts to dig at Harry’s history. McLaine and Torson learn quickly to walk the other way when Kim is near, checking over their shoulders when he isn’t. Jean doesn’t learn as easily. Harry’s the one to stop Kim from punching him in the bullpen after one glib comment about Harry’s recovery.

And afterward, when Judit’s dragged Jean away and Harry’s hauled Kim out to the kineema (because where else would kim feel safe?), Harry sits next to Kim in the passenger seat and holds his face so he can’t look away and asks, “What the hell was that?”

And it’s shaky because Harry is breathing heavily, like he ran a mile, except in his brain because he’s been working on a Thought Project for the last several weeks since Kim started acting more…. and more… like….

“He had no right to speak to you like that,” Kim would reply, swallowing his embarrassment, sending Harry’s entire head screaming —

Authority: … Because you’re his superior and he should show you respect.

Inland Empire: … Because he claims to care about you, that you’re an old friend, but he does not act like it.

Drama: … Because he’s projecting his own problems onto you, Sire.

Espirit de Corps: …Because you’re brothers, you should have each other’s backs. Always.

Empathy: … Because Jean hurt you…

Half-Light: …and he will kill him if he does it again.

And it knocks the breath out of Harry as the Thought Project finishes and he realizes Kim might actually be as devoted to him as he’s always been toward Kim. Everything was always to protect Harry and keep him safe and uplift him and Dei if that isn’t everything Harry’s wanted since waking up haunted by the Ex-Nothing that begun a depressive spiral he’d be kicked deeper into for at LEAST SIX YEARS.

(After the inevitable twenty minute kineema makeout that follows, Kim reluctantly promises not to hide Jean’s body anywhere it could never be found. Only obvious places. Harry attempts to be stern when he chides him, but Kim is much better at keeping a straight face.)

#[tosses into the world like a limp fish] feast my kittens feast #kimharry #I just want Kim to secretly be a Very Intense Person who’s learned to lessen himself for others #disco elysium #part 2 is Harry putting Kim and Jean in a get along shirt #say more sadie #sadie writes meta #sadie writes fanfiction

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