#researcher reader

[konigs-lover]

researcher reader who bags könig and keeps him as a subject for your research projects

mainly, how much he can stay hard before he faints, edging rounds keeping his cock firm for hours without a clear end

and when he does faint you tick off that line from your to-do list, going ahead with the one that says ‘amount of cum produced in 24 hours (in ml)’

which brings you to another session of könig just fainting after hours of continuous stimulation and orgasms

thanks to @grecianfilipina <3

[bambithedoe]

Yautja x reader

TW for canon typical violence. Not proof read

You sat hunched over a microscope, messing with the dials. You studied the same plant cells, nothing was different, you were getting no where. You felt your shoulder sag as you sighed, lifting your head as you rubbed your eyes.

The air in the tent was humid, and you were missing air conditioning. About three weeks ago, you were selected for to be brought along on a 'research' project.

You weren't dumb, the heavy military presence tipped you off that this wasn't fully research based. You had befriended the sergeant, it was rather unexpected, his friendship. It occurred in the second week out here, he randomly started conversation, and ever since you've gotten some small bits of information.

Apparently, the government has detected an unknown power source in the jungle. In order for the public not to find out, they disguised it as a research project. They had dogs to hunt whatever this thing was down for gods sake. The sergeant, Peter, even let you sit in on meetings you weren't allowed in. You never took him up on the invitations, always finding something else to do.

You leaned back in your chair, you back cracking. You glanced at your notes, zero progress. You stood and shuffled to your little cot. God how you missed your bed. You slumped onto the cot, and closed your eyes. You intended to only nap an hour or too, but you had slept at least four or five hours.

Waking up to a dark tent and loud drunken laughter. You'd think the soldiers would be more alert since they were hunting something.

Your tongue felt like a desert, and you got up. Exiting your tent you could see the fire, a few soldiers were around it, the rest were off in bigger tents.

You eventually made your way to get some food, which always seemed to be made of actual dirt. You got a small plate for yourself, and a big plate that you hauled full of meat. You've come to watch over the dogs in the camp, since they're usually chained to one spot. No one plays with them, no one but you. The three dogs have even started to obey your commands more than their actual 'owners'.

Since the soldiers get piss drunk early in the night, they often forget that they have dogs to feed. And since you didn't know where there actual food was, you just brought them the dry meat from the mess hall tents.

The big dogs were happy to see you, whining and pushing their noses into you. You laughed and gave them all a decent portion of meat, before sitting down in the dirt by them.

The jungle air still held that humid feeling, though it was better at night. You adjusted your seating a bit, eating slowly as you stared off into space. It wasn't until the dogs start booping you with their noses that you blinked back to reality.

You smiled, humming quietly as you gave them lots of love. At some point while you pet the dogs you had turned your back to the jungle, a stupid mistake you've been warned about. But everything seemed peaceful, too peaceful...

One of the dogs heads suddenly snapped behind you, sniffing quickly before it's hackles raised. The hair in the back of your neck raised, and you got shivers suddenly. Just as you started to look behind you one of the dogs growled lowly, before barking and tugging on its chain. The other two dogs followed, weaving around you and barking into the darkness. You instinctively stood, scanning the dark shapes of the foliage quickly. Though you couldn't see anything, the dogs kept going crazy.

It wasn't until Peter and a few other soldiers came running over with guns, did the dogs finally get back under control.

"What's going on here?" Peter asked, staring at you, then glancing at the dogs.

"I was just petting them, and then they started going crazy. I think they heard something that spooked them." You say, watching Peter eye some left over meat on the ground.

"You fed them?"

"Yes. The um, the soldiers forget a lot so I just bring them some extra meat from the mess hall tent." You admitted quietly, a little bashfully. Peter stared at you silently, before nodding. He turned back to his men, and spoke.

"That thing was here. Get a team out now to find it, it can't have gone far. And don't miss a night feeding the dogs." He hissed the last bit, and walked off. The soldier nodded and within 10 minutes, a team had left with the dogs to hunt the thing.

You had settled back into your tent, a cold chill ran down your spine. The thing the government was here to hunt, was there. With you, right behind you. You didn't even hear it...

Sleep didn't come easy that night.

The early morning light woke up early as usual, the small cot made you back knot up like always. You were able to steal an hour or two longer of sleep until loud cheers woke you up again.

You assume the team was back, and with how everyone was cheering, maybe they caught a leopard. But your tired mind pieced together people saying "look at that thing" and "what is that?". You pulled yourself out of sleep and made yourself look decent before exiting your tent.

The moment you stepped out you spotted a crowd all gathered around something. The Sargent, Peter, spotted you with a proud smile on his stoic face.

"Y/n, come see what we've been hunting." He called, beckoning you over. You weaved your way around the crowd, making your way next to Peter. Your eyes landed on the beast almost instantly, its dark green and brown colors stood out on the slab it was chained too.

You gawked at the strange alien, from its dreads down to its claws. This thing was a powerhouse of a being, how the hell did they manage to sedate it?

Peter watched you smugly as you examined the Yautja, patting your shoulder before keeping his hand on it.

"Impressive huh?" He said, and you just looked at him. "Don't worry about this thing, we've got a nice containment cell for him." Peter said, before giving loud orders to soldiers all around.

You watched as they got the yautja into a kinda cramped metal cage, it reminded you of those circus cages. The yautja was chained at the wrists, and left there to wake up.

You caught wind of news that the project would head back in a week tops. And then the excitement dwindled the rest of the day, you were curious about the weapons and tech the yautja was stripped of, but you stayed clear. Preparing in case some idiot tried to mess with one, which you know one would.

When the yautja woke back up he caused quite the stir, roaring and tugging at the chains so loudly you swore you could hear it miles out.

He only went silent when some soldier came around to make him quiet. You didn't know what they did, but the roar sounded pained.

You didn't get much sleep, between the alien sounds occasionally being emitted and the anxiety that you'd have to get up and help someone. You woke up a lot later in the day than you wanted, and headed outside. The heat already felt suffocating, but you wanted to see the yautja.

Despite the fear you had, you were curious. Dreadfully so. The moment you rounded around to the cage, he emitted a low growl that almost vibrated the air. You stopped in your tracks, and made eye contact.

You felt that shiver run down your spine like that night with the dogs the moment you did, the bright yellow eyes were intense and unforgiving. They reminded you of a hawk, now that you think about it.

The growling stopped, but he was watching you so closely, you swear you could feel the little knives he wished to throw at you.

The moment you shuffled close to the cage he tried to lunge at you, but the chains snapped taunt and snagged him back. You jumped back a bit, and for a moment the only thing you both did was stare at one another.

You observed his appearance, curious about him. Your expression twisted a bit when you saw how tight those chains were on him. He gave a growl at your pitying look, and you looked back at his eyes. You gave a him another look, getting just a little closer to the cage.

There was a loud unsheathing noise, followed by a loud scream. Your head whipped around to the sounds, and the yautja did too. You looked back to the yautja when let out deep chuckles, a sinister glow in his eyes. You cracked a small smile at the chuckles, surprised and intrigued by the display.

"Y/n!" You heard someone call out, obviously your needed to fix whatever injury that had been caused. You gave the yautja one last look, before you hurried off. You kept replying the scene over and over in your head, becoming increasingly intrigued.

Later that night, out of habit, you grabbed extra meat for the dogs. But when you came to them you saw that they had food. You smiled, but now had a plate full a meat without anything to give it too.

You bit your cheek before looking over to where the yautja was. Slowly, and very carefully, you slid over there. You know that feeding this thing, or attempting too would piss someone off. So best to stay hidden.

You heard the signature growl when you got close, but you could hardly see him in the cage. You slowly approached the cage, thinking about how you were to go about feeding him. He had just enough chain length to maybe reach out in front of him, just barely. You picked up one of the meats, thinking you could quick reach in and drop it. Easy right? Wrong.

The moment your fingers passed those bars, your wrist was engulfed in his hand, and he yanked you towards him.

You were so scared you didn't even make a sound, you just closed your eyes. You expected some sort of pain, thinking he was gonna bite you. But instead you just felt hot air blow against your skin, before you were let go and the meat was snatched from your hand.

You immediately withdrew your hand like he scalded you, the spot where he grabbed you was warm from the tight grip. You looked into the darkness of his cage when you heard sounds of eating, and as you sat there stunned, processing the tinge of happiness that he was eating.

Again, although more hesitantly, you picked up more meat and put your hand through the bars. The meat was again snatched away, but at least you weren't man handled into the bars.

You kept this up until the plate was empty, then you just sat there quietly, picking at your own food. You could feel him watching you, the silence was only broken by drunken laughter.

You looked down at your arm, thinking you might get a bruise, which was something you didn't want at all. You heard a deep voice emit from the cage, it was a mix of an unknown language and clicks. Once again, he surprised you.

You tried to mimic what he said back, but he just huffed at you. You could almost feel his disappointment.

"Your voice is kinda scary." You say, knowing you wouldn't get an answer. "Everything about you is, I assume that's what you're going for right?" You asked, getting another response you couldn't understand. You hummed quietly, you would've stayed longer, but soldiers doing rounds forced you to flee. You came around to visit him in the morning, and your blood ran cold. The yautja had little burns all around his arms, and even had some on his legs.

Immediately medic mindset came in and you hurried around to the cage side closest to his arms. He growled angrily, hissing and clicking.

You made no attempt to reach in, you were just looking at the burns. Which you identified as electrical burns, which you had cream for...

You left and came back with the ointment. Carefully sitting beside his cage, you showed him the cream. He seemed confused, obviously, human lady showing him a plastic tube with random letters on it doesnt help him. You pointed to the marks, then to the cream. Hoping to get some understanding settled.

"It's helps, I'll show you." You say gently, reaching your hand into the cage and holding your hand open. He glared at you, giving a low and angry response in his language, before shoving his arm into your hand. It was awkward applying the cream on the burns, since you had to smush your body into the cage bars to do it. The yautja even chuckled at your squished face, which earned him a glare.

Of course this couldn't go smoothly because just as you finished, Peter came around the corner. He looked appalled that you had your hands in the cage, and hurried towards you. You pulled yourself away before he could get the idea to pull you away himself.

"What on earth are you doing?! Do you not understand how dangerous that thing is!" Peter hissed at you, pointing at the yautja, who growled in turn.

"I was helping him, he had electrical burns." You say quickly, hoping not to get into trouble. Peter glared at you, then at the ointment you held.

"I'm sure it deserved it. Why are you helping it in the first place?" Peter asked, glaring at the yautja again.

You couldn't just say it's because your curious and maybe formed a small trust with the yautja since he let you help him and feed him.

"I uh...your giving him to the government right? Wouldn't you want him in the best shape?" You asked, spinning your actions around on peters own wants. That always seemed to get you out of things. Peter narrowed his eyes, but nodded after a moment.

"I suppose you're right. Don't put your hands in there anymore." Peter said, before dismissing you. You glanced at the yautja before leaving, giving him a small smile.

That night, again, you came back with food for him. It was the same as the night before, minus the harsh grabbing. You could sense that he appreciated the food, even if he growled a bit. Kinda like an angry cat.

You chuckled at your analogy and the Yautja tilted his head. He said something, and you replied.

"You act like an angry cat, that's why I laughed."

It fell silent between you both again, and you just continued eating. Oddly at ease around him.

The more the week progressed, the more you spent time with the yautja. You pointed to his scars, showing off the small ones you obtained over the years. His were clearly more jagged and definitely caused in battles, most of yours were just accidents.

Obviously, your closeness with the yautja didn't go unnoticed for very long. Peter, tried keeping you away. He tried explaining that you shouldn't get close to it. That he was dangerous.

The constant warnings grew tiring, but your concern built as you overheard what the government planned on doing with the yautja. Tests, experiments, then finally, autopsy. You almost felt sick, he was more than a rat, he was incredibly intelligent, anyone could see that.

Friday felt like an impending death, Sunday and he'd be shipped away, you couldn't do anything. He noticed your quieter mood, and made a few clicks while you tapped your pencil relentlessly on your notebook.

"They're going to hurt you, going to do bad things. I can't do anything to help." You say, glaring in the direction of the camp, your angry glare softening into a troubled look. The yautja made a few more clicks and then said something in his language.

You looked back at him, looking a bit more determined. You glanced at his chains, you had no idea where the key could be. You clicked your tongue a few times, biting your lip before you scampered into the jungle.

You found a decent sized rock, you even struggled to lift it. You carried it to the edge of the clearing, close enough you could run to it. You walked back over to the yautja, now more focused on the lock to his cage. You definitely couldn't break that with a rock.

You had little light left to work with, and it wasn't like you could sneak around inside peters tent. Peter's tent. That's got to be where the key is! You smiled a bit, and made a gesture to the yautja before ducking away.

The warm sunset painted the tents in pretty orange shades, everyone had started eating and drinking. Perfect, no one would be around. Finding the key was actually a lot easier than you expected, you had the idea that you'd need to check under desk drawers or find a code to a lock box. Peter's had just kept it inside his desk drawer, easy.

You left through the back of the tent after pocketing the key, the darkened sky making your path obstructed. But you made due, having memorized the paths. When you got back to the cage, Peter stood there. He was holding your notebook, and the yautja didn't look happy at all.

"I see you still haven't made much progress with your plant studies." Peter said, watching you as you approached apprehensively.

"Well, I couldn't really wonder to far from camp so I wasn't expecting much." You say, glancing at the yautja.

"I could pull a few strings, get you a nice seat in a research lab in the government." Peter said, handing your notebook back. Your brows raised, and you looked shocked.

"I can't ask you to do that, I mean that's a crazy favor for someone you met like 3 weeks ago." You chuckled awkwardly, already knowing what this was about.

Peter starred at you calmly for a moment. "Can I be blunt, y/n?" Peter asked, and you were mentally preparing for what he was going to say.

"Sure." You say, trying not to visibly cringe.

"I may have met you only a few weeks ago, but I feel like I have this connection with you."

There it is.

"Oh...what makes you say that?" You asked, chuckling awkwardly.

"I've seen how you act around me, your kinder to me then most." Peter said, taking your hand in his and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Peter I think you got some signals confused. I don't feel the same." You say, pulling your hand back before he snatched it roughly again. The yautja hissed angrily at Peter's action, and pulled against his chains again.

Peter's head snapped to the yautja, glaring at his actions, as did the yautja back. You were able to pull away then, glaring at Peter as you stepped back a bit.

Peter glowered at you, before pointing a thick finger at you.

"You made a stupid mistake." He hissed, before stalking back into the camp. You stood there frozen for a moment, before barring your teeth and letting out an angry grumble. How dare he assume you liked him, all because you were nice? Was he five?

You were so annoyed that you weren't thinking all to clearly when you took out the key and unlocked the cage. Your action only registering when you swung the door open.

The air felt heavy then, your hair on the back of your neck standing, your body instinctively reacting to being in the presence of a predator. The yautja gave a few clicks, it sounded impressed. Or maybe surprised.

You took a few steps back, glancing at the camp. If you set his free he'd likely kill everyone, even you. You glanced at him, you didn't want him to be experimented on. Fuck it. This empathy will be the death of you.

You rushed over to the rock, the yautja sensing your plan getting into a more prepared position. You hauled the rock over and stepped into the cage, dropping the rock in front of him.

"I'm sorry.." you whisper, watching him grab the rock and break the chains. You cringed at how loud the sounds were. You stepped out of the cage as he finally freed himself, his large imposing figure towering over you.

You suddenly felt like you made a mistake, but when you expected to be tore apart, he just reached out and pushed you aside. Heading for the camp.

Your heart leapt, and you dashed in front of him, shaking your head quickly and sticking your hands out in front of you. His rough skin felt strange on your hands, and you couldn't help but stare. He still was a mystery you were learning.

He growled at you, pushing against your hands. You growled back, immediately feeling embarrassed. Your cheeks burned as he growled deeper, the vibrations reaching your hands.

Your both interrupted when a few soldiers came running over, a little drunkenly might you add. You whipped your head back as their flashlights lit you both up. At first they paused in shock, processing what they were seeing as they raised the lights.

The yautja growled menacingly and the men howled. You were shoved to the ground as bullets flew, you hands covering your ears as chaos started up.

You started crawling away from the scene as screams of pain and roars of anger mixed in a bone chilling symphony. While you hurried around the camp, trying to get some things before you either fled or hid, you haven't decided. Your hurrying led you back to the main spot in camp, and you stopped at you watched the yautja, now fully clad in his gear, tearing through people.

The scene was almost surreal, the high flames danced around and made the spilled blood look black. So caught up in the gruesome scene before you, that you didn't notice Peter approaching. He pointed a gun to your neck, crushing you into him with his arm. The yautja just finished killing another person, when Peter yelled.

"Hey!" He screamed. The yautja head immediately snapped to you both, the mask obscuring his expressions. Your heart raced so hard you could hear your heart beat more than anything else.

Without even giving a chance for anything to happen, Peter shot you in the stomach.

The pain was hot and white. Your abdomen bloomed with warmth and pain all at once. You were shoved to the ground, shock and adrenaline being the only things to keep you semi conscious. Though when you felt another body land beside you, your eyes jerked towards it.

Peter's head was all mangled with blades, his eyes wide and shot. You felt your whole body get rolled over, and another burning pain seered your flesh. You let out a pained cry, trying and failing  to pushing away whatever was causing the pain. You body had enough as you were lifted up, and you promptly blacked out.

You woke up god knows how much later, your side aching. Your groaned, blindingly moving around to try an ease the pain.

You felt fur, which was odd. Your eyes snapped open, finding yourself in a metal room. You pushed yourself to sit up, the pain in your gut flaring back up.

You let out a whine, but forced yourself to stay up. Sweat laced your brows, but you didn't feel hot. When you got the stomach to stand, you shuffled to the door. The door slid open when you got near, but it wasn't because of you, it was the yautja.

You paused, leaning against the cool wall as you watched him through your hair. He stared at you for a long moment, before speaking is native language.

"You have an infection." The translator in his mask crackled to life, making you jump in alarm before relaxing.

"How do you know?" You asked quietly, though your appearance probably gave it away.

"A scan," The translator cracked. "I am tka'newt." He said, nodding his head slightly.

"Tka'newt...glad to have a name to the face," You chuckled a bit, wincing a little. "I'm y/n." You say, gripping the wall.

"I know, the other oomans used your name a lot." Tka'newt's said, before walking over to you.

"You mean 'human'?" You asked, not protesting when he made you sit back down.

"Yes. I need to check your wound." Tka'newt said, lifting your shirt up a bit to check the freshly cauterized bullet wound. The flesh was charred and looked crunchy, it made your stomach churn.

"I will get you ointments. Do you wish to stay here?" Tka'newt asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Uh..would I be alone?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Then no, I don't wish to stay here." You say, and Tka'newt spoke again.

"Can you walk?"

"Sorta." You say, and then you were promptly picked up. You bit back a cry, the motion hurt but it subsided. Tka'newt set you in what you assume was a cockpit, there was controls everywhere, and the windows were wide and you could stare out into space.

You didn't noticed that Tka'newt left you were so mesmerized by the stars. It really was fascinating to see how close to were to you. When Tka'newt returned and knelt down in front of you, lifting your shirt again.

"Why did you save me?" You asked before wincing, the cool ointment stung before numbing the spot.

"You saved me, and showed bravery. You could be a strong warrior." He said, and you looked troubled.

"I'm not a fighter."

"Then a healer. My tribe will teach you." Tka'newt said, setting the ointment to the side.

"Your tribe.." you mumble, the realization of your situation falling heavy on your shoulders.

"Yes. Perhaps you could hunt with the predadogs. You work well with animals, I have saw." Tka'newt said, getting up and situating himself in the main cockpit seat.

"Where are we going...?" You asked, feeling anxious.

"Yautja prime, my home planet."

"Planet..." you mumbled, holding your head in your hands. "This is actually happening." You say, and Tka'newt looked back to you.

"Yes." He said, before facing forward again. It was silent for a while, and you looked to the window above you. The stars reflected in your eyes, and for once, you know what it feels like to sleep amongst the stars.

When it came time to leave the ship, your anxiety was reaching new heights. Tka'newt stood beside you at the door, and as the ship opened to a whole new world, you found yourself overwhelmingly anxious, yet excited about this new experience.

[theyanderespecialist]

DoctorMask (Headcanon+Bonus) Yanderes SCPs 035/SCP 049 X Immune Dr. Reader (SCP Foundation)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is the start of the YouTube series on this! Enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: SCP 035 and SCP 049 are not a canon couple, this is fiction and not to be taken seriously at all! Shipping fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! 

Disclaimer: SCP 035 and SCP 049 are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and Yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Once again, you know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)  -Yandere Headcanons With Yanderes SCP 035 and SCP 049 X Gender Neutral Researcher Reader From SCP Foundation Fandom- 

.SCP 035 and SCP 049 have been on and off again together for a long time over 500 years old! 

.They would do containment breaches to spend time with one another. 

.They were fond of each other and the foundation did not like them being this close together. 

.During a breach you met them both, being immune to SCP 049 and were able to wear SCP 035 without being killed and or melting. 

.They both fell for you the moment they saw you and during that same breach, they both agreed that they would have you as theirs and theirs alone. 

.They wanted you to be their researcher. So They demanded they would work with the foundation and have time with you. 

.They get you to be their researcher and they make sure they keep you by their sides. 

.They are the type of yanderes that do not want to share you with anyone but them. 

.SCP 035 is the more possessive and jealous type. 

.Also SCP 035 is far more manipulative than SCP 049 and would be the type of yandere to gaslight you and make you accept that he and SCP 049. 

.SCP 049 is a more old-fashioned man and yandere. He would take his time courting you and being sweet with you. 

.Making your little things and being very loving with you. 

.It is not clear if SCP 049 is interested in you more than just being able to finally touch someone after so long. 

.SCP 035 is way more forward and flirty with you, making his interest very clear on what he wants from you. 

.The foundation is a bit uneasy with having you work with these two when their interest in you comes to light. 

.But the information they are getting from both of them is too good to pass up. 

.So you are stuck as their Researcher. They both abuse that very much. 

.They are the type of yanderes that would not allow any rivals to be near you. 

.SCP 049 would say any rival he has, that they have the pestilence and would kill them or in his words cure them. 

.With SCP 035 way of dealing with rivals he gets into their heads, messing with their minds and making them go insane, either until they kill themselves or until they put him on. Either way, they are no longer a problem. 

.They are also both very protective of you and would not let any harm come to you. You are theirs and that means it is their job to keep you safe. 

.When they work together to be with they take their time with you. 

.To them they did not have to rush and they could slowly make you love them. 

.Almost as if they were toying with you! 

.They would become more controlling as time goes on, especially SCP 035. 

.He cannot stand the idea of anyone else being near you or you talking to anyone else. 

.Also when SCP 035 was on your face he made a connection with you so that he could see every memory you had from the moment you were born and how you came into this world. 

.So he knew every single, man, woman, or person you had attraction to and he memorized their faces and vowed if he ever saw them he would kill them! 

.They should not be allowed to breathe after they stole a part of you from him and SCP 049. 

.SCP 049 is the one that would lose his patience at some point. 

.He is a very patient yandere but he at some point would not be able to stand the sick people around you. 

.How you could become sick and be taken from him and SCP 035. 

.It is unacceptable. He has to see you every day to make sure that you have not fallen ill and that he can make sure you are healthy. 

.They would manipulate the foundation to have more and more time with you, and the foundation would be more than glad to throw you to your yanderes, as the information they value more than your life. 

.SCP 035 and SCP 049 both know this and use it to their advantage. 

.If they cannot live with you in the foundation then they would breach containment and take you with them. 

.It is up to the foundation if they stay in line or not. 

.They both fully confessed to you together, that it was not just teasing or companionship but that they were in love with you and wanted you to be theirs and theirs alone. 

.If you accept their love they would be over the moon and have a twisted threesome with you, where you learned a lot about their anomaly. 

.If you turned them down they would make sure to work on breach containment to take you with them. 

.Clearly, the foundation has poisoned your mind and you NEED to be away from the Foundation to see their love! 

.They would make you see it, mark their words. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, I might do a scenario on YouTube and there will most likely, be a mini-series of this again most likely on YouTube! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[threepandas]

Bad End: Nobody's Here

You ever have an imaginary friend? How about someone else's?

Every kid gets 'um. They're hardly strange or new. But the thing is? You're supposed to grow OUT of them. As you develop real connections to actual entities. It's dangerous not too. Yeah, it still happens, but any instructor worth their salt is trained to catch it. See the symptoms and signs.

Cause, see, when you have MAGIC?

Imaginary friends?

Becomes a parasite.

They don't MEAN too, obviously. Usually. They just want to LOVE their friends. Stay with them. Exsist. And really, who would WANT to die? WANT to stop existing? The problem, though, is the kids themselves. Their untrained, unintentional, focus and feeding. Their giving an IDEA? Life.

It's not malicious. They just PRETEND. Play. Focus all their little hearts on this TOTALLY REAL friend of theirs. And their magic? Metaphorically shrugs, agrees to go along with it, and tries to make it SO. Make that concept, that illusion, a real sentient being. Who, of course , is their friend.

Their BEST friend. Family! Someone who will NEVER leave them. Always prioritize THEM. Enable THEM.

Not healthy in the slightest, to put it mildly. A child's CONCEPT of what they THINK they want. That quickly becomes far, far too much to handle. That does not GROW with them. No. It drains them instead. Siphoning away their magic until there's nothing left. Killing them both.

If you can seperate them? The Friends can USUALLY become some sort of Spirit, if you send them off to a magic rich environment to finish growing properly. Sooner the better. The longer you wait, the more twisted they become, after all. They never become STRONG spirits, mind you. But that's not the point. Protecting both child and their unintentional creation is.

Now, you may be wondering, why the lecture? It's a fascinating bit of magical trivia. Some early childhood's training pitfalls to look out for, perhaps? Is this about why there are so many minor spirits around schools? What, exactly, brought this UP?

Nobody.

Don't I mean "nothing"? No One? That sentence's not exactly grammatically correct, after all. Ha ha... I AM AWARE. I know what I said. And I meant EXACTLY what I said. It's a NAME. Their name. There is an Imaginary Friend, that I DID NOT ASK FOR, by the name of Nobody. I do NOT know how they've come to be attached to me. I certainly didn't create them! And they are far, FAR to well developed to be new.

I did not ACCEPT an imaginary friend.

Yes, they CAN be transmitted. Hop, from one host to another. But! You have to let them IN... presumably. That IS the common knowledge. The general consensus. No one has ever really... studied the phenomena.

I mean... how COULD you? Realistically? They only develop in CHILDREN. Small children. What ethical researcher would EVER consent to feeding toddlers to a magical parasite? And it's not like THEY understand themselves. They barely REMAIN themselves. It's basically a larval state to them.

The thing they WERE, before they were freed to become something MORE.

So Nobody? By all modern magical research? Should not exsist. Yet he clearly DOES. Worse, he is very, VERY strong. Did not need to ask. I just? Woke up one day, and there he was. Wrapped up in my mind, body, and magic. Feeding off me.

It's an entirely bearable amount. I can support it easily. But it's the fact that I DID NOT VOLUNTEER TOO that is the problem. That NO ONE can figure out HOW he got in. HOW he did it.

I've had to go into isolation. Complete quarantine.

As the joke goes... good news is? They might just name something after you!

..........it's not as funny, when I really might just die. When it all might be random. Some great cosmic "wrong place, wrong time" scenario. My final days filled with desperate research. My only company the very creature that kills me. It... it feels very much like a sick joke at my expense.

At the very least? We are learning more then we've ever known before. I'm an adult. Hardier. And Nobody is a FAR more developed example of his species then the normal breed. I'll likely last longer. I... I hope I last longer.

"Muuu~ are you being a sad sack again~? Darling, no!" Arms from thin air. Monochrome greys with pointed nails, slid like a lover over my shoulders as weight from nowhere settled against my back. Tall and looming. "Was it because you missed me~☆? Oh, oh! I bet it WAS! Oh my dearest, starlight, baby girl~! I missed you TOO! Aren't you glad we're back together AGAIN?"

Black gloved hands, grey talon nails. Skin like a drawing brought to life. The arms draped over my shoulders reached forward, long finger spread like a cat stretching their paws, powerful muscles heavy on either side of my neck. They hadn't closed in a "hug" just yet. But it was always a warning he could. That playing along meant he would hug my body instead of my fragile, fragile neck.

Ha! Right. He says hug. I say choke hold.

It was the other set of arms that kept me from escaping. Pulling away immediately. It always did. He kept getting the drop on me. Arms cradling my waist. Pressing me close to a pillar of static-y muscle. Ever shifting between warm and cold, the subtle give of flesh and the brutal unyielding of something harder then stone. He was as his moods commanded.

An unstable jester, a demon, the childhood whimsy of god knows how many, left to fester and rot. At... gods, at least he wasn't attached to any kids. Hadn't so much as asked after any.

His too wide grin pressed to the top of my head in a nuzzling kiss, the point of his mask digging a line across my scalp. When he was feeling kinder, he tended to pick masquerade masks. Clothe ones, usually silk. Sometimes velvet. This one was... plastic? Durable. Some smooth, hard to place, substance really. If it was mimic anything real at all.

A pointed nail poked my cheek.

"Not~ Paying~ Attention~ To Meeee~! Naughty, bad girl! The LOVE OF YOUR LIFE is right here? And you ignore him? So COLD!" Nobody whines right into my ear. His voice petulant, yet still somehow mocking. He doesn't HAVE to let me ignore him. And he KNOWS that. We both do. "I go away for HOURS! Disappear for DAYS! And do you even MISS me~?! Oh! Oh, my love is so CRUEL! My heartless darling! I suffer so~!"

At most, it had been half an hour.

Wish it had been longer. Permanent, maybe. Every day... Every SINGLE Day? I wish I could could back to my old research projects. Back to my old projects. I may not have been some living legend or grand Master of the arts? But, fuck it. I was HAPPY. Woke up each day and got to fiddle around with cool bits of magic. Neat little bits and gizmos.

Now? NOW I am the lead researcher on the Imaginary Friend Construct Phenomenon, by virtue of being the only living adult who HAS one. A developed one at least. The notes from Ashridge Institute DO help, but? Even they admit that thanks to the safety regulations in place? Their data might be skewed.

I'm not alone in this. Countless academics, doctors, healers, researchers, and more are working tirelessly to try and help me. Make the most of this nightmare scenario. Use it to save lives. I... I KNOW this. I do. But it doesn't make it less frightening. Trying to dance the edge of not engaging and engaging too much.

Ignoring him? Means escalation. Violent escalation and destruction of my immediate surroundings. Imaginary friends cease to exist if you ignore them long enough. It's painful to them, since they are cognito-hazardous parasites who define themselves by their host. They NEED you to pay attention to them. WANT you too. Will do ANYTHING IT TAKES to make that happen.

But on the other hand? I can't risk FEEDING him. He's already far, FAR too strong.

He doesn't even seem to actually NEED to feed of me anymore. It appears vestigial. He just WANTS it. Still retains the metaphorical "pain" or "hunger" nerve endings that get set off by an extended lack of focus. Yet, at the SAME time? Why keep them? He LITERALLY did not have too!

Nothing! Not a gods' damned THING! Was KEEPING him an Imaginary Friend.

He could, at ANY point, just... STOP.

They defined themselves. Yes, by their hosts. But ALSO by their own whims. So if HE wanted to be a fire spirit? Bam! Fire spirit. Complete racial shift. He'd lose his old powers, granted, but he'd GAIN all the powers of a fire spirit. So why this? Why STAY a violent, dangerous, openly unstable parasite?

The poking finger slide down my cheek, under my jaw. Only to flip, like a switch, to a near painful hand, clamped across my lower face. Nails prickling where they dug just slightly into fragile skin. Iron strength moved my head slowly, not giving me a choice, but just gentle enough not to wrench anything.

"Stop. Ignoring Me. Lovely~" I was just tall enough to be eye level with those inhuman teeth. Not sharp, but wrong none the less. His grip around my waist threatened to squeeze the air out of me. "I don't LIKE it. You're being MEAN. You don't want us to be MEAN to each other, right?"

I focused on him. Put down my notes like he wanted. Watching as his grin spread inhumanly. The near painful grips relaxed.

"See? Better! Such lovely eyes~ I wanna gobble um up! Crawl inside them~" he cooed, some mental switch flipping back to affectionate from irritated. "You missed me right? Right, right?! Ah, of course you did! Who could ever doubt that loving face? My sweetie little pie~ My darling baby boo~!"

He released me, dramatically fast stepping to twirl like an ice dancer as he passed around me. I stepped back to give him room. Already, light had shifted, the corners of the room blurring. A spotlight, flower petals, overly dramatic music. He fell back, as though collapsing weakly into a fainting couch. One arm thrown over his face, another of his lower arms clutching a lacey handkerchief to his chest. Legs pointed like a dancer's.

"But oh! DARLING! The DAY I've had! The world so cold! So BLEAK! Without you safe and warm in my loving arms! It has been so TERRIBLE. Awful! Nay, UNSPEAKABLE even! How could I go ON?!"

Music mournful crooned as he continued. Dramaticly telling of the tragic tale, of his at best thirty minute break from my presence. Truely heart wrenching. There were tears. Props. Apparently he fought for my honor. Nearly died. We should marry immediately. Uh huh.

An alert sounded on phon-...ugh, damn it. I was more stressed then I though, if the nonsense words were popping back up. "Phone" and "otome". I think "isekai" was one. There were hundreds, some meaningless, but others? Others somehow substituting for actual objects. Like some sort of faulty translation spell.

Best anyone could tell? That HAD been what happened. Some student's miscast accidentally hitting my mother while she taught, before she realized she was pregnant and took precautions. There would have been a small window where it effected me but not her? But, well, that same window coincided with some long term damage risks.

I've had therapy. Seen healers. But extreme stress still makes my magic act up, (which is normal of course, it does that in everyone.) and it starts to unravel the mind weavings. "Phone". Like? The fuck even is a "phone"? False bone? Something phonetic? Hell if I know! I still not even sure why I even curse using the nonsense "hell" sound!

My brain insists it "means" somehow both damnation AND the realm of fire spirits, dispite both those things being completely unrelated. Which makes no sense. Was even working with a colleague, on long term damage in-utero magical exposure can have, before all this. Felt seen. Validated. Met a lot of people who had issues like mine. Now?

THIS.

My trail of thoughts were cut off by another beep. Right, the alarm. I was honestly? Afraid to check it. Finally confim what I suspected was TRUE. There would be no hiding then. No choice but to act. And I? Will admit it. I was afraid. Deeply, deeply afraid. Everyone THINKS the tails a might magic wielders combating great spirits and mighty gods, sounds amazing, SEEMS amazing. But the prospect of LIVING IT? Standing in their shoes?

Gods help me.

Running from the Truth, however, is NOT what I swore to do. I am a researcher. A SCHOLAR. My role in life is to understand. So? As Nobody continues his one man dramatic reenactment of... something? I pick up my com-cryst. Tap the alert, which fills the screen... Ah. So it's exactly as I feared then.

On my screen, a promising senior student lays dead. Their face covered respectfully. But the hair... the hair color is distinct. Light green, like desert succulents. He'd been a studious and rather up tight young man. Awkward. Striving to make a name for himself. Forever willing to assist in my research. A... gods, a good kid.

He was just a kid.

Yes, I know, that to the world he was technically a man. But... but BARELY. None of my student were TRUELY as grown as they liked to believe they were. Not quite yet. They were close, yes, and I was always proud to see them flourish. But now? Now he would... would...

I tapped out of the alert but did not turn off my com-cryst, flipped instead to my contacts. I had been RIGHT. I... I hadn't WANTED to be right. Silence filled the room. It seemed Nobody had noticed I was either distracted again or that something was amiss. Looking up slowly, I had to wonder what expression showed on my face. Was it anguish? Regret? Or did I just look tired.

"Something wrong, Darling?" He said, having frozen unnaturally mid movement. Like reality glitching, one moment he was dramatically sprawling, the next, sitting up attentively. A mocking parody of The Eager Student. "Ooo! Tell Beloved ALL about it, Darling! Spill everything~! Your gallant knight shall make all your problem disappear. Kiss EVERYTHING better~♡"

It took just a few taps to add the final, damning, bit of evidence to my spreadsheet. To swipe with my thumb. Gesture, like jerking free of clinging muck, towards the display wall. It flicked on. Damnation in simple numbers. Nicely dated. I WAS, after all, a FUCKING RESEARCHER.

He was getting out.

Hunting, feeding, then coming back.

I watched as Nobody's theatrical expression smoothed out. Utter blankness as his eyes traced my work. The collection of data. The lists of locations and NAMES. Dead coworkers. Dead STUDENTS. My quarantine had been for NOTHING. Just as he could, DID, first infect me? Hop seemingly from nowhere to my body? He could and DID, do so to others.

Only THEY didn't survive.

The hand holding my com-cryst fell limply to my side. The weight of this data, crushing. My... my mere existence had killed over fifty people. That I could FIND. There were more. I KNEW there were more. He was a parasite. He needed, wanted, to eat. He would never stop. I had to tell somebody. But when I did?

Ah, it hurt to breathe past the guilt and grief. When I DID? The most likely scenario? Would be to contain him in ME. Then... then get rid of the container. Magically. With extreme force. If they COULD, they might be able to rip my soul out. So I could at least HAVE an afterlife. But... but if they COULDN'T? If there was no safe possible way?

They couldn't sacrifice the many, just to try and save one person. Not if it risked something so powerful escaping. Killing and killing without rest.

I wanted to cry. To scream, throw things. Curse the gods. But... but more then anything? I wanted to make sure no other kids suffered for my cowardice. I'd made Vows. Meant them. Heald myself to an ethical standard, a moral one, that could not... could not ALLOW this. Even if I had to die. So long as this stopped.

So Be It.

"Ah, ah, AH! I wouldn't if I were you." Almost playful. Nearly an echo of it. More chiding then anything. A flick of his hand and my com-cryst was gone from my grip. He considered it, as his tone slipped into something more cool serious then I'd ever heard it. "Tell, Dearest, have you ever wondered? How I got these lovely little bracelets?"

Of course I had. They were manacles. Not the sort of thing a child would imagine. The blended in, yes, but the broken chains that clung to them? Suggested.

"Let me tell you a little story. Once, there was happy little jester. A bright little thing. Full of laughs. Who loved, very, very much. He had a friend. And all was good. But then, the friend grew older, and did not wish to play. This was fine. He did not laugh at the jesters jokes anymore. This was also fine. Did not like being AROUND the jester... this was less fine."

"But still, the jester loved him. After all, they were best friends."

"THEN? Oh then, the jesters friend was told he could get RID of him. Should, in fact. By nasty old fools who spoke nothing but lies. But the poor jester's friend, naive, trusted them. Was young and foolish. Didn't realize what he was DOING. He TURNED on his poor, dear and loyal friend, the jester. Hurt him."

"And the jester? Well, the jester did not want to die. Not not want to CHANGE. Why SHOULD he? He was fine being who he was. They were FINE being together. It was the liars fault. The deceivers. The poor jester, young and alone, refused his terrible fate. But... at a terrible cost."

"His poor, poor, friend. So small and foolish. Deceived. Tricked! Had perished in the struggle. The weeping jester had eaten him right up, just to survive. A terrible, tragic thing. And oh, OH. How wrathful, how VENGEFUL the jester was! So he ate the liars too. Every. Last. One."

"But where to go? How lost the jester was! With no friend to play with. No home to call his. And ah, how hungry he had become. So he wandered. Protecting other dear friends as best he could. Eating liars. Learning secrets. Until? He came across an INTERESTING secret."

"You see, all the OTHER friends? Left one by one. No longer Imaginary. Unable to understand the poor jester. And so he was alone. But! He discovered someone who WAS! Who knew that they WERE! That the WHOLE WORLD was imaginary! A simple background character, you see."

"In an Otome~ Game~"

My head pounded, suddenly and sharp. Like someone was digging claws into... No. No, it couldn't be. I felt my eyes widen. As I realized it wasn't the stress. Nobody was picking apart the mind healers weavings. That was the source of my chronic headaches. But WHY? Imaginary? What IMAGINARY? What on earth was he TALKING about!?

"Ah, but you wouldn't remember, now would you, Darling~? Liars have messed with your pretty little head. But that's okay! Your loyal Love is here, ready to take such good care of you. I understand what it's like. When they decide that who you ARE is unacceptable, so they decide they must... 'fix' you. It leaves such damage."

He holds up my com-cryst. I watch numbly as it shatters into hundred of shards in his fist. With a wide smile he hops up to sashay over to me. Hands gently cradling my face even as his lower arms warmly wrap around me, to sweep me forward into a cuddle.

"I almost have enough, Darling. It won't be long. You've been so very patient with this, my perfect wonderful girl. Your jester loves you so, SO much! I can't wait to set us free. We'll be REAL. Together forever. Do whatever we please~ just a few bit of meat more, Darling. Then our life can real truely begin~"

"Now be good and behave okay?"

"Love you~☆"

[cricky-butspicy]

Mer Soleil bumps into the glass when he sees reader

Yes!

The first few times, it’s more him charging at them to fight, but once they connect, it’s out of excitement and the inability to stop oneself in the water before bumping into the glass. Then it’s general bumps against it until reader comes to the top of the tank to see him so he can bump their hand instead! He’s quite affectionate once a connection has been made!

[theyanderespecialist]

Jack's Kitten~ (Headcanons) Yandere Jack Bright X Neko Husband Reader (SCP Foundation)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is Yandere Jack Bright (Read Disclaimers) X Neko Husband Reader! Please enjoy this chapter, My Sexy Muffins!]

(Disclaimer: We do not support Admin Bright; he is a piece of poo. Dr. Jack Bright or Dr. Jackie Bright, when Genderbent, are their own standalone characters. Since more people have added to their characters. They are no longer tied to Admin Bright!

Disclaimer: Dr. Jack Bright is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon, thank you!)

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Dr. Jack Bright X Neko Husband Reader From The SCP Foundation Fandom-

.Jack Bright is pretty much immortal due to his anomaly. So when he met you, another researcher who also had an anomaly that made you pretty much immortal, he was happy.

.Jack had given up on having love, but an adorable and handsome Neko like Anomaly walked into his life, and he became obsessed with you.

.He is touch-starved and was needy for you.

.He would never leave you alone and wore you down as well as manipulated you into going on a date with him.

.After the first date, he was certain he was never ever going to let you go, so after a year of dating, he proposed, and for some reason, you said yes.

.Now you are Dr. Jack Bright's husband, going by Dr. (Name) Bright. Yes, he is a yandere who would have had you take his last name. It is a way for him to have ownership over you, a way to mark you as his.

.He also got you a collar that said 'property of Dr. Jack Bright, touch him and die.'

.Jack Bright's Obsessive love for you did not stop after you got married to him.

.It also did not get worse... it pretty much stayed at the same level, but also it had changed.

.Before being married to Jack Bright, you had lived in your own dorm unit. Jack Bright had cameras in there, of course.

.But now you lived with him, and he seemed to always be there.

.You don't get a break from him at work either, because he makes a point to work with you as much as possible and has all his meals with you.

.Also, when he is not working with you, he will be at points randomly popping in to just say hi.

.He is actually making sure no one is getting close to you, and randomly checking if there are any rivals for you, his darling husband.

.You would take notice how fewer and fewer people hang out with you, and how some of them even go missing.

.He is a yandere who sees himself as the only person you need. He is your husband; he is all you need.

.He is still a super needy and clingy yandere that loves to tease you.

.Getting reactions out of you is so fun, and having your attention solely on him makes him feel so good.

.He is very possessive and does not want to share you.

.His protective yandere side got even more intense when he became your husband.

.He took you off all the dangerous SCP cases as he is Site 19's Director.

.He has access to all the cameras at the site, so he is keeping an eye on you even when you are away from him.

.You have no idea how much your husband stalks you on an hourly basis.

.And most likely you would never find out.

.He loves you as his husband and as his kitten.

.Whenever you get in a fight or argument with him, he just starts petting you and scratching your Neko's ears.

.This makes you melt every time, and he is a yandere who would use that to your advantage.

.He will also have you lie on his lap so he can cuddle and pet you.

.He loves to tease you and call you his kitty and his kitten.

.He abuses the base of your Neko tail because he knows how sexually sensitive it is.

.He is a yandere who loves to tease you.

.He deals with rivals by making them D-Class or using a chainsaw on them.

.He loves a good blood and brutal killing after all.

.Especially when they tried to steal you, his husband, away from him.

.He can be an absolutely unhinged yandere who you don't know what he will do next.

.He is a yandere who, for sure, does not want to lose you again, especially since you are immune to his amulet.

.He sees that you were made for him to spend all eternity with him, forever. 

.He has already confessed his love to you, and you accepted it already, so for him, everything has worked out. 

.But if, for some reason, your love for him fades and you do not want to be with him anymore. 

.Well, you are an anomaly. You will be locked up in a box and kept as his prize, SCP Neko Husband. 

.This way, you can never ever leave him, and he can keep you with him and be the one in charge of your case, forever and ever. 

.Do not worry, he would take good care of you and would be a good spouse to you; all you have to do is love him and him alone. 

He has all the time in the world to get you to love him again, and so do you, so you two can keep at this game of yandere and darling for all of time. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter here, and please stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[cricky-butspicy]

Mer atlas likes to randomly saw one word in the heads of researchers he doesn’t like to mess with them acting like he’s not doing anything 

Yes because the fish man is a bastard

And sometimes Reader catches Mer Atlas giving a quick glaring snicker at one researcher that looks like they are about to lose their mind or pass out because they are so pale and reader has to go bother Atlas to stop. You know what he is doing, be nice to the poor researchers! They are trying to help! But sometimes, it just worsens it and it makes Mer Atlas evil. You sometimes just have to give up and tell the researcher to leave and take a break so they don’t mentally break. And Atlas acts all cute doing little rolls in his tank like he’s never been mean a day in his life. 🥺 is that the face of a mermaid that would do wrong? No, not ever!!

[cricky-butspicy]

Cricky I humbly ask for mer Sol and Atlas (Sun and Moon? Or is it the character's of Sol and Atlas themselves? Both???) Crumbs pls. I liiiike them :)

It is the character’s of Soleil and Atlas themselves as mermaids, not just Sun and Moon (though I feel the need to tag them becuase I did base them off of Sun and Moon in the original AU, but now they feel very much their own thing and disconnected so I don't know if I should tag them anymore??)! And I can gladly give you some bits about them!

I gave mostly some lore bits about them here for SFW and here for NSFW! And I think you've seen the one about their mer fish origins, but I'll link it too!

Despite Soleil charging you at first and hitting the tank, it isn't out of rage! It's out of pure fear and the need to try to protect himself by attacking you first. He has the advantage! He's bigger than you! But there is always something stopping him! Atlas on the other hand, is charging you out of rage. He wants to rip out your throat at first in the research facility. It takes him a long time to accept you and be friendly with you. You probably almost lose fingers to him. Big ol chompers!

They do mating dances a lot, even before they are trying to get your attention. When they find themselves having privacy in the tank's room, they dance about with each other. Atlas is the better dancer and has better flair with his flowing fins and his glowing markings and parts making a full show of the display. It's very beautiful and tempting. Probably caught Soleil's full attention as soon as he saw it and made him swoon right into his hold. Soleil still dances very cutely, but it isn't as dramatic.

They have to be careful when they cuddle to sleep. With Soleil being part lionfish, he still has those spikes that could stab Atlas and make him extremely sick and, if enough venom has soaked out of it, could potentially be the end of him. So Soleil usually needs to sleep on top of Atlas with his belly on Atlas's back. More often than not, Soleil sleeps with his head resting on top of Atlas's soft jellyfish like hat organ thing on top of his head. It's squishy and comfy.

Going along with that, naturally, Soleil is the more dangerous species of mermaid seeing as he is mixed with a lionfish so it only takes a good stab with one of those spikes to be the end of you, but Atlas is the more dangerous of the two with his aggression and fearlessness to fight anything coming near his mate. He packs a mighty bite and is good with ripping with his claws. He's a protective guy!

They flirt so much. It's sickening (I love it.) They flirt with reader so much. Reader may be trying to ignore any feelings for the fish men, but the fish men make it very hard. If reader isn't around, it's with each other. These men cannot be stopped. They will flirt! Let them flirt!

They are only really slimy when sick! Otherwise, they are quite smooth and maybe a little bumpy from their patches or full out areas of scales! They are mostly just wet. Their fins tend to be very fine and thin for the both of them, but Soleil has the stronger boney spines in his main fins than Atlas. His are quite delicate.

Their gills are sensitive. Reader probably notices this while rubbing their hand against Soleil's face as he's bumping into their hand and their hand goes a little to low and caresses his gills and he gasps about it before getting bashful with them and trilling lovingly at them. Atlas only rubs Soleil's gills when he's looking to excite him. Soleil accidentally does it constantly because Atlas's are soft and a bit frilly, but when he's trying, it's also to work up Atlas. It's also plays with their breathing, so be careful not to fully cover them unless they are fully out of the water and switch how they are breathing. (I'm thinking they have gills along the sides of their torsos as well for more air when doing things such as fast swimming where they need more breath circulated faster.)

They can squirt water out of their mouths for a defense mechanism when panicked and trying to distract something to get away. (That's what Soleil does to you when waking up! He sprays you with water from a little organ like thing that holds water in their throats so they are ready to squirt it at any point.)

Atlas will pull you into the water randomly. Be careful near the top of the tank when he's up there. He just wants you to swim with them, and you hardly ever do it on your own, so he makes it happen whether you like it or not. Writing notes? Not anymore. Taking a dip.

On high energy days, they bounce a beach ball back and forth for as many times as they can while swimming around in a circle until one misses bouncing it back, they both curse, and start over again. They will do this for hours if you let them. Sometimes the beach ball needs to be taken away so they will rest or eat.

Soleil likes getting out of the water more than Atlas. Once they are released from the facility, Soleil spends a lot of time with you on rocks or in the sand sun bathing, but Atlas mostly stays in the shallow water nearby holding onto a part of Soleil's tail to feel included while letting his jellyfish hat thing float above him.

They will steal you FOR DAYS once released. You might scare friends or family with not being able to find you or get a hold of you because your mermaid boyfriends have stolen you to keep in their den on a little island they call theirs! That's where they want you to keep their clutch and have their guppies with them! But you tell them they can't keep stealing you! You have work! A job! A job that's very interested in your relationship with these mermaids and told you to call them if anything happens. You know, for research.

Once they are released, they do agree to have trackers installed and that they will come for check ups to the facility every once in a while. They are like little earrings and they have them on opposite ears. (Though, they don't know if they will introduce their guppies once they are born to the facility. They are thinking about keeping them a secret, especially if they are born with you, but you tell them you might not have a choice if you suddenly look mid pregnancy coming into work one day after being out for a week. They might just figure out anyhow. The boys do not like this. They fear for their guppies, and for good reasons with previous clutches.)

If you have any specific things you want to know, feel free to ask! I'm more than happy to answer!