There's been recordings of a specific octopus bitch slapping fish just because it could.
Lionfish are known for their insatiable appetites and are poor swimmers. They use their fan-like pectoral fins to corner their prey.
I can tots see MerGrisham cornering his darling and MerBeau using his tentacles to quickly restrain darling so they can't fight back.
MerGrisham and MerBeau both love biting their darling
Nghhhhh my hand slipped
Corbeau x Grisham x Reader | CW for the reader being very literally hunted down, bitten a few times, threatened a bunch and poisoned. This is the unhinged sideblog okay, unhinged things go here
You had nowhere to run.
You should have realised what they were doing sooner, how Corbeau chased you down a bit too purposefully, cornering down a path that you truly thought would lead to your escape.Ā
Because it led you away from Corbeau, and surely he couldnāt be in two places at the same time right?
With your back against sharp rocks and Grisham staring down at you with a smile that made pure fear coil in your stomach, his fins fanned so wide you couldnāt even think of an escape without getting caught in his poison, you quickly realised that Corbeau played you.
He couldnāt be in two places, but you hadnāt considered that he wasnāt alone.
āYou look so surprised.ā Grisham commented with a laugh, inching closer to you. āDid you think that big bad Beau only ever worked alone?ā
He reached for you and you flinched, closing your eyes waiting for the prickle of his poison, for the paralysis of it. But instead he just ran the back of his finger over your cheekbone with a deceiving gentleness.
āHeās not quite so selfish, you know.ā Grisham continued, voice low and so much closer than you expected him to be. āEvery now and again he invites me to share a meal.ā
āHe wouldnāt-ā You told him, voice shaking more than you wanted it to, and Grishamās eyebrows raised so subtly you almost didnāt catch it.Ā āCorbeau doesnāt share. Heāll just take me from you and leave you to starve, if you want me, you- youāll have to get rid of him-ā
Grisham laughed at that, tracing the line of your jaw. You shrunk away from the touch, closing your eyes again and shaking from the tip of your tail until every last strand of your hair. āHe- he will betray you. You should- he wonāt let you have me-ā
āHe will betray me.ā Grisham echoed, sounding like heād just heard the funniest joke of his life. āYouāre adorable. Did you catch that, Beau? The precious little darling wants to turn me against you.ā
You opened your eyes in shock, just in time to see a tentacle coiling possessively around Grishamās waist, Corbeau staring you down with unveiled amusement in his eyes.
āThatās cute.āĀ
Another one of his tentacles wrapped around your tail, lighting fast. Squeezing your fins with more strength than you could fight and effectively keeping you in place. It felt like pure cruelty, just him playing with his food. You had nowhere to run, not with Grisham making sure you could never get past him without those fins of his poisoning you beyond what you could survive.Ā
Corbeau yanked you closer by the tail, painfully so. Wrapping another tentacle around your chest, a third one restraining your wrists behind your back. You felt the sting of tears against your eyes, fighting his grip the best you could.Ā
āTell me, little darling,ā Corbeau squeezed your body until it hurt, your breaths coming in shallow against his grip. ādid you think you could run away if you turned the pretty boy against me? Did you think there was anyone or anything that could protect you from me?āĀ
He grabbed your jaw, his claws prickling the skin of your cheeks painfully.Ā
āI own the sea.ā Corbeau said, his tone so casual as if he were simply commenting on the weather. āThere is no corner you could turn to, no stone you could hide under that wouldnāt hand you over to me.ā
āShouldnāt have entered that deal so recklessly, darling.ā Grisham added, playing with a strand of your hair before pushing it away to expose your neck. āEspecially not a pretty thing like you. Knowing Corbeauās taste, there wasnāt a single chance in hell that heād let you walk away, even if you could pay him back.ā
āCareful, Grisham.ā Corbeau tightened the tentacle around his waist with a sharp look of warning. One that Grisham ignored to instead press a kiss over your pulse point. āI like that mouth of yours, but donāt run it too much.ā
āOr what, my love?ā Grisham asked, his lips brushing your skin with every word. āI warm your bed far too nicely for you to throw me away, admit it.ā
āMaybe.ā Corbeau leaned closer, reaching past you to hold Grishamās chin between his fingers. āBut Iād not hesitate for a second to keep you tied up to that bed for the rest of your days. You do enjoy your freedom, donāt you, my love?āĀ
Grisham laughed, ignoring him to instead press his teeth against the skin of your neck, their sharpness sending a jolt of pain through you. You flinched, the movement barely perceptible with how tightly Corbeau kept squeezing you.Ā
You gasped when you noticed the little string of red flowing through the water, stemming from where Grisham bit you. He laughed, tracing a touch over the little skin on your lower stomach that Corbeauās tentacles werenāt covering.
āYouāre so sweet.ā Grisham said, āTastes so sweet, looks so sweet when youāre scared. Oh, Beau, you always choose so well.āĀ
Corbeau leaned closer to you with a dangerous little smile, holding you in place as he loomed over you in the water, the tentacle around your chest moving very purposefully to tug your clothes lower while another one tilted your chin up to look at him.
āYou do look so beautiful like this.ā Corbeau told you, that tentacle inching higher up your face, suckers pulling against the skin of your cheek like kisses. āTrapped. Bleeding. Terrified.āĀ
āTheyād look prettier crying though.ā Grisham bit you again, teeth digging in deeper this time, leaving a mark. Corbeau watched him with a sick satisfaction in his eyes.Ā
āOf course, Grisham. And you get to make them cry as much as you want.ā Corbeauās tentacle squeezed you tighter, until the edges of your vision darkened as you couldnāt breathe against his grip. āLetās just get them home first.ā
Another tentacle nudged at your mouth, taking advantage of your dizziness to sneak inside, slithering down your throat as a sickly sweet taste overwhelmed all your senses.
It took you far too long to realise that it was poison.Ā
By the time it crossed your mind, you were already fast asleep.
Mermay is here and so am I with a lil snippet of my most unhinged fic up to date (which is going to include a little surprise right afterššš just saying, buckle your seatbelts bc the collab of the century is coming)
Merfolk Corbeau x Grisham x Reader | CWs for poison/aphrodisiac usage, breeding kink, arguable dubcon and tentacles
Corbeau was a lucky man, truly. To have two pretty little things like that at his mercy.
āGrisham, was it?ā He asked, leaning closer to his pretty little prey. He truly was a beautiful man, something about how his fins fanned out around him in orange and white stripes made him seem less like a lionfish and more like an ornamental little pet. One that Corbeau was eager to keep.
Grisham tried to answer, a strangled little moan that sounded vaguely like a yes. Whether to the question or just to Corbeauās touch was impossible to tell.
āYou and your beautiful wife came to the right place for your worries.ā He brushed Grishamās hair away from his face, loving how he leaned into Corbeauās clawed touch. He cupped your cheek with his other hand, looking at you and Grisham side by side. āNo one else could guarantee that youād get what you wanted with quite the same efficiency as me.ā
The tentacle around Grisham squeezed tighter, and Corbeau revelled in the breathless little gasp he got in reply. He let more poison leak from his suckers directly into Grishamās skin, feeling him relax even more into the touch, completely giving himself up to whatever Corbeau wanted to do with him.
āYou want a baby?ā He laughed, the sound just a bit too dark as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Grishamās mouth. āIāll give you two.ā
He leaned closer to you, tracing your bottom lip with his claw, pressing it into your mouth and letting more of his poison leak from it. Feeding it to you directly to make sure you wouldnāt miss a single drop, and from the way your eyes hazed over and your lips wrapped around his thumb like you couldnāt get enough, it was clearly working.
It wasnāt every day that he had a treat like this, his reputation had scared away most of his prey at this point. You had to have been truly desperate to resort to this, and he wasnāt about to let that golden opportunity slide.
When you got the prettiest lacy lingerie for your anniversary, you knew your tentacle-monster girlfriend was going to go insane over it, but you werenāt expecting exactly how feral sheād get.
You get out of the bathroom and do a little twirl in front of her, swinging your hips just right to make your butt giggle. Her eyes are burning your body over as you twirl again for her to see it from all angles. She looks speechless, and it makes your insides turn into melted lava. Thereās something about feeling desired and looking as if you are the next meal on the menu that does it for you.
It takes a while for your girlfriend to open her mouth, but what comes out is the exact response you were waiting for. āW-o-w,ā she says it so slow that you feel every letter in your soul (and in your pussy). Her tentacles are twitching as if wanting to grab you. You want that more than anything.
But you play coy. āDo you like it?ā You smile sweetly in her direction, shimming your shoulders to make your boobs swing from side to side.
āDo I- Do I like it?ā Her voice sounds choked, as if sheās trying to swallow around the drool in her mouth, and it makes you feel absolutely incredible. āSweetie, I could devour you right now, lace and all.ā Her tone is reverent and you want to melt into a puddle.
You smirk in her direction, opening your arms in invitation. āAnd what stops you?ā
She launches. Her tentacles make contact first, curling around your arms and legs and pulling you towards her body with a giggle. The force of it sends you both to the ground. Her upper tentacles catch your middle, stopping your fall in the last second.
She doesnāt let you catch your breath before sheās kissing down your neck, her fangs nipping at your skin as you let out a choked moan. Thereās tentacles all over you, caressing your skin until you are panting, and sheās smiling against your neck.
You can feel her hands groping your ass and teasing the edge of your lacy panties as she growls. āDid you know how crazy this would make me? Did you do it on purpose?ā Her tone is teasing, but you know she gets you. You totally did it on purpose, you wanted her feral over you. āNo need to answer, sweetie, I know the answer already, because you are this wet,ā her fingers find your soaked center over your panties and you moan.
āYes.ā
She trails kisses down your sternum, her tentacles curling around your boobs in the most tantalizing way as she continues lower and lowerā¦ She pulls your panties to the side, looking down on your pussy as if itās her next meal, and you can feel your juices already soaking your thighs with desire.
āMmmm, you look so juicy and ready for meā¦ā She whispers against your pussy, tongue darting out to lick your clit.
Your hips bulk, almost hitting her in the face as she laughs. Her tentacles hold you down as she goes for it, making out with your pussy like sheās an expert (she really is). She drives you insane with every trick up her sleeve, her technique perfected over the years to get you to come fast as lightning.
You come with a shout of her name and your hands grabbing so strongly to her hair tentacles you are almost scared you pull them out, but she only groans, going harder and faster, feasting on your pussy like a starving woman.
But she doesnāt stop, of course she doesnāt. You come twice more before she relents a bit, pulling back and smiling with pointy fangs in your direction. āDo you want more, sweetie? Do you want me to fill every one of your holes until you canāt take it anymore?ā
āFuck, honeyā¦ Yes!ā
She doesnāt hesitate, one of her tentacles pushes against your pussy and fucks you in one long thrust. You let out a cry of pleasure as she starts pounding into you like thereās no tomorrow. Youāve never felt her so wild, so feral for you. Her whole body moving over you on the floor as if she canāt get enough. Her lips feel like heaven sucking on your neck as she fucks you with abandon.
Thereās tentacles probing your asshole as the one in your pussy continues the pounding of your life. āYou want more?ā You nod frantically, unable to form coherent words anymore, only a chorus of ah ah ah. āSuch a dirty girl for me.ā
She probes your asshole and slowly pushes inside with one of her thinner tentacles, using your juices as lube. You let out a choked breath as you feel both tentacles move inside of you. You are so full, it feels so goodā¦ Sheās not paying attention, though.
She fucks both of your holes at once, alternating her rhythm so she can drive you completely insane. Sheās panting against your neck, and you know sheās close. And you are not far behind. You can feel the edge of the orgasmā¦ You are so close.
You moan loudly, and she understands instantly. āCome for me, sweetie, let me feel your holes tightening around my tentacles.ā
You feel her tentacles getting harder, ridges undulating as you feel the first shot of her come inside of you. Shot after shot fill your insides until you are nothing but an exposed nerve of pleasure and your stomach is a bit distended. Her release pulls you over the edge, screaming her name as your nails dig in her back as you rock your hips against her tentacles.
Itās everything all at once, and it drives you completely insane as you fuck each other through your orgasms.
You come back to your senses with the feel of her come stuffing you to the brim, and her body wrapped completely around you. āArenāt you going to- Arenāt you going to pull out?ā You ask between panting breaths, your holes clenching around her tentacles.
You can feel her warm come inside of you, and itās driving you a little bit insane. āNope. These holes are mine and Iām going to enjoy them,ā she mumbles against your neck, not moving an inch.
The weight and girth of her inside of you is sending you all kinds of mixed signals to your brain, but mostly brain melting pleasure. āO-okay,ā you stutter, her ridges undulating again and sending sparks of aftershocks down your spine.
She kisses your neck one more time. āDonāt worry babe, Iāll get you new lingerie.ā And then she rips it off you. Itās going to be a long night, and you wouldnāt have it any other way.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let him stay longer, to let him in, especially if it feels this good to let him in...
I thought it would be nice to do some more of my humanoid mimic/tentacle fic! This is written with a fem reader in mind, i.e. use of clit and folds
This is part 2 of this
Since the humanoid mimic you had taken in, started to bloom and tried to embrace you, your life has taken an interesting turn.
That night in the hallway of your home, you had managed to get them to back down, gently taking the silvery tentacle that traced your lips in hand and letting it curl around your wrist, ignoring the odd tingling that spread across the skin it touched. Reaching out with your free hand you manage to guide him into the living room, waiting for the seam in his chest to slowly seal up, your left staring at the now familiar pale features of what was meant to be your temporary roommate.
By some strike of divine luck, you managed to get them to agree to an actual date, to learn about you, before they could try to 'merge' or 'bloom for you' again, finding it a little cute how eagerly he had nodded and smiled at you.
It had been about three weeks now, long past when he was meant to go back to his old apartment with your friend. And yet you find yourself hesitating, letting the mimic tell your friend that he was moving in with you, finding enjoyment in spending time with him, even if on the last date he had taken you on he had tried to slip a tentacle into your mouth rather than his tongue.
Somehow it had begun to feel right living with him, that it was okay to have him in your home with you, hovering and offering to help you with things. Since he had bloomed that one time in the hallway he had become much less of a shut in, spending more and more time in your living room, watching as you cooked or sat at the dining table, like he was actually learning about you and your interests like you had asked.
You'd also taken the extra time you'd managed to get to look into the humanoid mimics, or what little was known about them right now, most of it is stuff you already knew from when they had begun appearing. But recently you have found a page with more detailed information, reading more into the act of 'merging' that they undertake when they find their desired human counterparts.
It's sex. Heavy, tentacle focused, sex.
Sure there is more to it as they tend to leave a part of their tentacles inside the chosen human, but from what you're reading the part they leave behind is more so the human body could carry the young regardless of gender or actual fertility. But it mostly just seems like getting fucked six ways to Sunday, filled and then cared for? Once a humanoid mimic merges it's with that human for life, protecting and nurturing their human half, cultivating as many young as the human half is willing to bear for them.
All together it seems less and less like something you would be opposed to, it would be a big leap from single living to the human half of an almost symbiotic relationship, but look over at him, those black eyes looking at you so softly as he smiles.
Maybe you could.
A few more weeks would pass before you would broach the subject with him, standing in the hallway to your bedroom, the very same one from three months ago when he had bloomed and scared the shit out of you. It feels odd now, being accepting of what is going to happen rather than scared like you had been then, but you shake the thought from your head and watch as he emerges from his room, tall, pale, lanky and staring down at you as you ask him if he would maybe want to sleep in your room tonight.
Jumping as he races towards you, pulling you along behind him as he nods and drags you into your bed. You would have expected him to be eager, but this level is surprising.
Tumbling onto the bed he looms over you, lips parting as that familiar silvery grey tentacle slips from between his lips, tracing its way across your lips as you cup his face, taking a deep breath before you guide him down. The kiss is strange, human lips move against yours as the tentacle plays with your tongue, the strange tingling sensation spreads through your mouth for a moment before it slips a little deeper, secreting something that makes you moan, you can't taste anything but you can feel the watery substance slip down your throat, coaxing you to tilt your head and accept the kiss deeper.
He guides your hands as he kisses you, drifting your fingers along the seam of his body, slowly guiding the rest of those silvery tentacles out and letting them wrap around your arms and waist, human hands stripping away the thin layers that keep him from your bare skin.
When you break away from the kiss your face feels hot, the same tingling sensation runs across your arms and waist as the tentacles wrapped around you, trail higher and squeeze slightly. You can't help but watch as he moves you, human hands spreading your legs open as a thicker, longer tentacle unfurls from within him, whatever apprehension you had flees as you watch him shift and settle between your legs, the length of this main tentacle rests against your folds, spreading that same tingling sensation across your folds and clit before slipping down and easing its way inside.
It's almost indescribable the sensation of him sliding deeper, you can feel the stretch and press of him inside you and yet it feels like he had barely pushed in. Looking down you can't help but moan, it's so distinctly inhuman the way he is moving, the tentacle inside you rolling and slowly twisting till it has pushed as deep as it can, all while a smaller, thinner tendril wraps around your clit, massaging and playing with the bundle of nerves.
Flicking your eyes up you find him watching you, smiling and panting, that same tentacle from the kiss that started it all slipping from between his lips as he leans down, kissing you again with the same fervour. The kiss, the tendril playing with your clit, and the strange way the tentacle inside you moves, keeps you distracted enough to not feel the push and press of something else, that little piece of him that will stay with you and make you host to his young when you're ready.
The flush along his cheeks is a dark purple red when he pulls back, swiping the false tongue along his lips before he shudders, pressing closer and letting more of his tentacles roam across your skin. They play with your chest, and tease your nipples, he seems enraptured by the sounds you make as he fucks into you, almost shaking with excitement as he murmurs about how good you feel, how sweet you look under them like this.
If you had the mind to respond you would have, but every time you open your mouth a desperate moan leaves you, jumbled callings of his name and demands for more, to feel more.
And he meets each demand happily, sighing softly as he pushes more of himself inside you, shuddering as he cums, it's not a one time act, no he cums again and again, pumping more in for every drop pushed out or that dribbles from within you. It feels like hours that he keeps you under him, fucked full and kissed dizzy, it feels unlike anything you've ever had or will have again.
By the time you come back around, you feel full and sore, your legs complain as you stretch on your bed, looking to the side you see him curled around you. Tentacles out of sight, as he sleeps, gently you touch across your body, nothing feels out of sorts, sensitive and tender but all together still yours.
You lay with him curled around you for as long as you can before nature calls, slipping from his hold and walking gingerly to the bathroom, hissing as you touch the cold toilet seat. Looking across to the bathroom mirror you gasp, there are silvery lines across your arms and chest, almost perfect paths that you can vaguely remember him taking as he 'merged' with you. Finishing up your business you stand in front of the mirror and trace along the lines, watching as some have already begun to fade, too focused on this display to notice as the lanky pale creature appears behind you, hands coming to rest on your waist as he looms behind you smiling.
You can see the seam of his body again, but this time you hardly jump as it opens a little, that same long, thick tentacle from the night before slips free and nestles between your legs. Almost seeking out where it had made itself home inside hours before, you watch as he leans down and nuzzles into the side of your neck muttering that there is so much more to learn about your form.
It's wrapped all around your body tightly. Your arms, legs, neck, and waist. You feel its suckers gripping your bare skin. It has two slimy tentacles teasing the rest of your body. Using its suckers it teases your nipples.
Gripping them tightly with the suction then pulling away. Each time you squirm from its touch on your body, it squeezes you tighter. It slides its free tentacle down your body to caress your soaking pussy.
The slimy tentacle makes your pussy such a slick mess. It uses its suckers on your sensitive clit. Creating an overwhelming sensation with the suction as it abruptly pulls away again, and again.
It tries to make you squirm so it can squeeze your soft, bare body more. Slowly it slides its tentacle into your pussy. Stretching you wide and filling you just right. As you start to squirm from pleasure, its grip tightens around your legs to keep you spread open. I
t doesn't waste time being gentle with you. It holds your body tight. Using suckers on your nipples to tease the buds once again. It continues to fuck you.
All of the pleasurable sensations send you over the edge. Holding your body completely still in its grasp, you reach your climax. Your pussy clenches around the slimy tenacle so hard you feel the suckers attach themselves inside of you.
All you wanted to do was shower after a long day. To feel the hot water sooth your muscles before bed. You got to feel the water alright, but with an added bonus. A tentacle came up from your shower drain.
To anyone else, this would be terrifying, and they'd run away screaming. You on the other hand didn't fight it. You let the long green tentacle move around your naked body. Feeling the suckers stick slightly as it moves to wrap around your waist.
The sudden squeeze around your waist startled you, causing you to drop your shampoo bottle. You go to bend to pick it up, except the tentacle will not let you move. The grip it has on your body is borderline possessive. With no warning, it snakes the top half of its tentacle in between your legs.
Pushing past your folds, to your exposed pussy hole. It touches your body as if it's done this before. Almost as if this tenacle monster watches you masturbate in the shower. It shoves itself deep into your pussy as it holds your waist. The sudden fullness in your pussy causes you to let out a deep moan.
As it thrusts slowly, its suckers stick to your walls. Pulling slightly as it pleasures you. It picks up some speed and shoves itself so deep into your pussy, the tentacle monster hits your cervix. Not having to pleasure yourself for once was euphoric.
Letting it take over your body as your left with nothing but the feeling of ecstasy. The more it pumps inside of you the closer you are to your orgasm. The suckers pull as it thrusts adds the perfect amount of friction.
Just as you hit the edge of your climax, its grip tightens around you as it rams your pussy harder. Making your body squirm as pleasure takes over your body from head to toe. Your orgasm was so hard you don't even need the hot shower or wind down. You only need to shoer to wash off the tentacle's slime from your body.
I love drawing octopus tentacles and those curvy linesāØ
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