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envy-of-the-apple · 1 year

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Hi, I really liked you're mutual fascination fic, and was wondering if you could do a part 2? No rush, I just really enjoyed it. Thank you

I didn't realize that would get so popular! I appreciate yall! remember how I said this was based on the worldbuilding of a bakudeku fic?

Naga!Yandere!Bakudekutodoeiji x reader x Mermaid!Yandere!OchaMomoTsuyuMina

Part one

(Yandere, Captivity, Isolation, Dark content, innervictim blaming)

They've probably noticed you were gone by now.

This won't do anything. Sitting here, by the shore, watching the waves toss and turn so freely in the horizon. You can't escape. All this rebellion is doing is making things worse.

Katsuki would probably try to grab you, pulling you by the elbow, too enraged to care that he hurt you. Izuku, ever your savior, would try to dissuade him, inevitably getting into a fight with his pack leader. It would leave you to Eijirou's and Shoto's arms, as they both try to console you and themselves that you haven't left them. You know them so well. You hate it.

But you couldn't help but take the chance to run when they were so distracted. It was all so suffocating. You were so sick of their constant attention. Just one second away would make it all worth it.

So you stay on the shore of the beach, biding your time.

You wonder if you could've done anything differently back then. Back when they weren't so invested in you. Had you accidentally made them think you were available to them? Had you infringed on a ritual usually done by other mates?

Then again, what hadn't you done? You ate their food, you smiled with them, you taught them your language, and you slept with them for fucks sake. How could you have been so stupid?

A sigh escapes your lips. You feel drained. You don't want to think, not now. Mindlessly, you dip your bare leg in the water, swirling it around. The water cools down your heated skin.

You freeze when you catch two green eyes staring at you from beneath the surface.

At first, you think it's Izuku. But the naga hardly ever goes into the water.

And the face is too feminine to be Izuku.

You don't scream until a slender, wet hand shoots out of the water to grab your leg. You shriek, choked with fear as you immediately thrash around. The hand is strong, barely relenting against your rebellion until someone else's hand forces a release.

You scramble backward, tripping over yourself as you try to get away from the water. There's clicking, angry, like a warning. It reminds you of the tone Katsuki uses against a rambunctious Eijirou.

"Sorry," A girlish voice calls out, "Is sorry."

The soft tone catches you off guard. It's been so long since you've heard voice other than Katsuki's baritone roar. Curiosity wins over fear. You creep back, peeking into the ocean.

Two faces look back at you. The first one, the one that grabbed you, guiltily looks away when you look at her. She lets out a small thrill, softly brushing away her green locks. The new face gives another annoyed click before glancing up at you. Her cheeks are round, pink, flushed. She looks so soft as she smiles at you with pretty brown eyes.

"Scare you. Sorry," She repeats.

You stare at them, transfixed. You hadn't even known other beings other than the four nagas lived here. It made you feel ecstatic, as well as a little apprehensive.

"It's okay," You find yourself saying, "It...surprised me. It's okay."

You turn back to the green-haired girl, giving a tentative smile. She beams, seeming positively delighted that you acknowledged her.

"Who are you?" The brown-haired girl blinks at your question. She points at herself.

"Ochako!" She says proudly, before moving to her partner, "Tsuyu."

You nod. They wait, staring intently at you. Realizing yourself, you fumble out your own name. Ochako repeats it on her tongue over and over again. Tsuyu watches her, tittering.

"Others too!" Ochako adds when they're finished fangirling over your name, "You meet? Others?"

You blink, shrinking back. "You mean...Katsuki?" Had you read this wrong? Were these two just goons Katsuki sent to find you.

To your surprise, Ochako's nose wrinkles in disgust. She hisses.

"No. Katsuki bad." She gripes, "My mates. You meet?"

You relax, finding relief she disdained Katsuki as much as you. You nod.

"I'd love to meet your mates," You respond. Who knows, maybe finding new allies could help you get off this island.

Ochako looks positively overjoyed. She trills before disappearing under the shore. Tsuyu stays, silently staring at you.

You wave.

She timidly waves back and you catch her staring at your legs.

You aren't unused to the attention your legs give you. You're an oddity among this kind. You understand that. You fascinate them. It can give you leverage, especially if you want to be liked, to be helped.

"You can touch, if you want," You offer.

Tsuyu blinks up at you with wide eyes. She hesitantly comes forward towards your legs. Her hands linger, just an inch or two away from your skin before she looks back up at you for confirmation.

You nod. She presses cold fingers against your skin, cooing with awe.

As she studies you, you study her. There are a lot of differences between her and Izuku. She's more slender, but considering how easily she grabbed you, their strength must be evenly matched. She has claws that she careful to not nick your skin, but you can also spot some type of webbing in between her fingers. Your gaze travels to her forearms, catching the sight of translucent fins on each one. It makes you wonder if the females of their species are more equipped to water than the males.

Ochako comes back a minute later. You pull away from Tsuyu, who sighs in disappointment. Two more heads follow her. A girl with unruly pink hair smiles eagerly at you. She's easily the most inhuman of them all. Pink skin, black sclera with golden eyes.

The other one, with black hair and inviting black eyes, smiles at you.

"When Ochako said a human was here, I almost didn't believe her," She spoke more coherently than Katsuki did. You wouldn't have been surprised if she was human herself.

"Hello," You breathe, suddenly overwhelmed by the attention.

"I'm Momo," She says. The pink-haired one beside her can hardly contain herself. She nearly jumps out of the water to greet you.

"Mina!" She titters out what is most likely her name. "Hi! Hi! Hi!"

"Hi, Mina," You say, failing to replicate her enthusiasm. She's about to move closer when Ochako gives her a glare, pulling her back. Mina deflates, but she doesn't argue.

"So, are you...?" You point at them, "Naga? You don't look like naga."

Momo smiles, "We most certainly do not." As if to prove it, Mina pridefully lifts up the rest of her body. You gape at the beautiful pink tail.

"Mermaids?" It doesn't sound possible, but you were also kept against your will by four possessive naga.

Momo nods, "There are many words you humans use to call us. That should suffice."

"I'm curious, how did you get here?" Momo suddenly asks, "I don't mean to be rude, but we usually don't get humans at these parts of the world."

"I was shipwrecked," You sigh, leaning closer, already feeling more comfortable with the four mermaids than you did the other naga, "I've been here for weeks with..."

Momo is able to piece together your story, "Katsuki, Izuku, Eijirou, and Shouto."

The other three stiffen at the names. Ochako hisses again. The fins by the sides of Mina's head flatten as she scowls. Tsuyu meekly ducks her head underneath the water.

"You aren't fans of them," You state from their reactions.

"You could say that," Momo trails off as she observes you, "Forgive me, but you have been staying with them, yes? Have they..?" She trails off, scanning you again. You realize she's looking for injuries.

"No," You quickly assure, "They haven't hurt me." Not physically, at least.

Momo nods, looking relieved.

"But...they've kept me here. They won't allow me to leave. There's no way to leave." You let out a mirthless chuckle before staring back at Momo. "Can-can you help me get off the island? Please? I'd-I'd really like to go home."

The three mermaids look at you in pity while Momo bites her lip, her eyes flash with an emotion you can't place. It looks familiar.

"Help!" Mina exclaims, looking around her, "We help! Yes!"

Momo titters at her, effectively hushing her. The four murmur together in a language you will never be able to understand. Mina looks confused at Momo's voice, glancing back at you in what looks like worry. Ochako beams. Tsuyu nods. For some reason, you suddenly feel like you're back in the camp, surrounded by the titters of the naga.

But it's different. They'll help you.

"We will help you," Momo confirms her mate's words, "There's a human island not far from here. I see ships coming and going every so often. Perhaps you can get help there."

Your heart flutters at just the thought of seeing other people again. Then, you frown.

"I...can't get into the water," You admit, "I can swim, but it won't be enough to get me to the island."

"That's why you'll have us," Momo offers, "We can let you ride our backs. It won't be a long trip, just thirty or so minutes."

Your heart soared, and you felt like sobbing at their graciousness.

"Really?" You ask, not believing it, "You'll help me?"

"Of course," Momo croons, "We would absolutely love to help a pretty thing like you."

She reaches out, seemingly to caress your face, before frowning when she fails to reach you.

"You must get into the water now," She urges, "We must go."

You blindly agree, about to jump in her arms, when something makes you pause. The sudden tale of sirens pops into your head, how they lure in sailors and devour them.

Momo never quite confirmed what they were.

You retract your hand, not quite shifting away. Ochako frowns in disappointment. You can't help but think it reminds you of a cat losing its prey.

"What's the island called?" You ask stumbling for your words, "The locals. What-what do they call the land? What language do they speak?"

Momo smiles, but frustration flashes through her eyes.

"I've never really gone close to fully inspect," She casually drawls, "But I'm sure they'll find ways to accommodate you, even if they don't speak your language."

Her voice was sickly sweet.

You can't trust Momo. You can't trust Ochako. You can't trust Tsuyu. You can't trust Mina. No matter how sweet they seemed, how eager they seemed to help, you couldn't get into the water with them.

But you couldn't stay here. You couldn't stay on the island where the Nagas were searching for you.

At least you knew what they were planning on doing with you. The monsters you know are better than the monsters you don't. No matter how pretty they were.

"Come here," Ochako rasps, pulling forward with wide eyes. Her eyes had lost the warmth.

"Or Tsuyu sing song."

You don't get the chance to figure out what that means. A hand grabbed you, pulling you back into a hard chest. Above you, Shouto hisses into the water.

Ochako hisses back, far more animalistic than you ever thought someone like her to be. Mina and Tsuyu looked just as aggressive as they glared at the Naga who gripped you. Momo only blinked, turning to Katsuki who appeared beneath the canopy, Eijirou and Izuku flanking him.

"You're here," She clicks her tongue in obvious distaste, "I thought we'd have more time. How unfortunate."

"Our mate," Katsuki growls with conviction, "Ours. Not yours to take."

The four form a protective shield against you and the mermaids. You don't know whether to feel relief or dread at their arrival. The mermaids try to slink closer as if to attack, but Momo stops them with a small click. She sighs.

She calls your name sweetly. The nagas stiffen, but you peek over them, catching her gentle look.

"I'm afraid we ran out of time today." She smiles. "You must be off now. I hope you visit us soon."

Mina lets out a heartbroken moan, pushing past her mates to get to the shore.

"Leave?" She whines, "No go. No go."

You watch at her pitiful attempt to get out of the water in an effort to reach you. Her tail shows again, pink, sparkling in the sun. Tsuyu is the one who gently pulls her back. Mina sobs in her mate's arms as she continues to watch you.

At her response, Eijirou gives an aggressive growl, stalking up to her. It's Izuku who titters him back.

Momo tilts her head at your frozen stature, "Go on, now." She gently urges.

You give a small nod, letting Izuku push you away from the water. Eijirou shuffles in front of you, clearly checking for any injuries. Katsuki and Shouto angrily click in their language. Tentatively, you glance back at the water, finding the four mermaids still perched at the shore.

Their eyes never leave your figure until you break through the canopy. And even then, you have a feeling you hadn't seen the last of them.

#yandere #dark content #yandere bnha #yandere mha #x reader #naga au #mermaid au #naga bakugou #naga kirishima #naga deku #naga shouto #siren ochako #siren momo #siren mina #siren tsuyu #isolation #forced captivity #forced relationships

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shorkbrian · 2 years

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Idk if you write mythical creatures, but merman baku or kiri finding an injured reader on the beach👀👀 snatching her for a mate👀👀 add a dash of breeding kink👀👀👀 just a thought.

(Glad to see you’re back☺️ I’ve missed your writing!)

Okay but what about river mermaids Kiri and Baku? Baku would have the tail of a brown trout and Kirishima a salmon!!!! They wouldn't have the typical reproductive habits of fish cause they're half human, but mmmm they'd be so pretty

You were out kayaking, having some fun with your friends, laughing and splashing each other with your paddles as you floated down the river, dappled sunlight scattered onto your skin throughout the trees.

It was an unfamiliar route, so none of you knew to expect the rapids, the broiling, thrashing water that dragged you and your friends into the water, bashing your kayaks against the rocks. The cold had you all sputtering in shock, some of you inhaling the river water as you got tossed about.

Too loud to hear over the roar of water pounding against rocks, too hard to see your friends as water filled your eyes, your nose, your ears. Too difficult to stay conscious when the river threw you against a rock, having it’s way with your limp body as it carried you further along it’s path.

Waking up hurts.

The sun is too bright, birds chirping too loud nearby, skin itchy from dried mud on your limbs. Your head is pounding, throbbing to the beat of your heart as you force open your eyes, trying to blink away the blurriness.

As your eyes take in your surroundings, your attention is immediately drawn to two men sitting on the river bank, backs turned towards you. Had they rescued you from the rapids?

The water was still frothing in the river, churning and mixing into itself with strength, pulverizing anything it caught in it’s grasp. You could’ve died, you realize, blearily watching the water rush by.

“Hey…..” You try, but the sound your throat makes is wheezy, water clawing it’s way up your throat. You barely manage to roll to your side, coughing out the liquid in a desperate hack onto the ground.

A few deep breaths until you can roll back into the more comfortable position of lying on your back.

“You alright there sweetheart?”

“Shaddup, you don’t even know her, save the shitty pet names idiot”

You raise your hand, thumbs up, towards the two men at the riverbank. Too tired to use your voice and afraid of a repeat performance of water coming out instead of words.

The men were talking between themselves, voices getting closer, along with the odd noise of a wet blanket dragging against rocks. Did they manage to snag some of your gear?

“You’re lucky that you didn’t get hurt little lady, this river isn’t too kind to those like you.” The voice was right next to you, and as you opened your eyes you were met with two vastly different expressions.

The man on your right had concern in his eyes, brows furrowed as he looked you over, gaze concentrated on your head where it must’ve hit against a rock. His complexion was ruddy, hair a shocking red, slowly drying against his shoulders. He was pretty.

The man on your left was scowling, lip curled, arms crossed. He was shirtless, you noticed - they both were. This man was an attractive blonde, hair puffy around his head like a golden halo. You didn’t know if you were shivering from the cold, or the intensity of his irritated gaze.

“Um….. do you….. did you see any of my friends?”

“Those dipshits that were with you when you hit the rapids? Yeah, they got swept downriver. “ The blonde snorted, rolling his eyes.

“W… What?” Your speech was slurred as you struggled to get your arms under you, to sit up.

“Hey hey, they’ll be alright.” The redhead soothed, broad palms on your shoulders gently pushing you back down to the earth. “Bakugou wasn’t trying to spook you. Neither of us are. You’re doing really good so far.”

You let yourself be eased back down, closing your eyes again, noticing how sticky and dry your mouth was, smacking your lips together. “Do you have…. Uh…. Water?”

“Plenty right there-Oof!” The sound of someone getting the wind thwacked from their chest, and then silence. “I mean… Yeah, I’ll grab you somethin’ to drink.” The blonde, Bakugou moved away, accompanied by that strange dragging sound again.

The redhead chuckled. “He seems grumpy, but really Bakugou is a big softie.”

“Whats… what’s your name?” You asked finally feeling oriented enough to open your eyes, blinking up slowly at the man leaning over you. It was strange to see someone brighten so visibly when you asked a question.

“Kirishima! Eijirou Kirishima.” He beamed, and immediately you recoiled.

“Your-your teeth….?” Was all you could squawk, eyes wide.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not like I’ll hurt you or anything! Wanna feel ‘em?”

Before you could say anything, your hand was being dragged to his mouth, fingers stuffed inside. Kirishima lightly grazing three of your fingers with the tips of his pointed teeth, tongue flicking between the digits.

“Oi! Get her hand outta your mouth, ya’ horny fuckin’ bastard.” Bakugou yelled on his approach, and you took the momentary surprise to snatch your hand back to your chest, dripping saliva.

“Aw, we’re just gettin familiar, ain’t that right?” Kirishima smiled, and despite having your fingers in his maw mere seconds ago, you still flinched back at the sight of his sharp teeth.

“Yeah? What’s her name then?”

When Kiri fell silent, both men turned to you, question in their eyes. You mumbled your name, closing your eyes again. These guys were weird.

“I like it. Here.” Bakugou rumbled, before a flask was being pressed to your mouth, smooth hand slipping behind your head to lift it slightly, help you drink. You drank thirstily, water slipping over your lips and down your chin, onto your chest, spattering over your legs, unnecessarily cold.

Wait.

Where were your pants?

You patted your legs, flesh meeting flesh. Even your bikini bottoms were gone. How had you not noticed before?

“wghwait-“ You gurgled, pushing away Bakugou’s helping hand, eyes popping open as you sat up fully.

And then you froze.

Bakugou and Kirishima weren’t men.

Or maybe they were… but only from the waist up.

From the waist down, they had tails.

Kirishima’s looked like a salmon tail, bright red with green fins, bulky muscle visible underneath thick, flashy scales. Bakugou’s tail was yellow, brown spots dotting along it’s length, all sinewy and lean like a trout.

“What the fuck-“ You couldn’t help but scramble back, panic pitching your voice into a terrified screech

“Awh, you were doing so good at not freaking out.” Kirishima whined, planting an arm into the dirt and using it to propel himself forward, dragging the heft of his tail. That’s what that strange dragging sound had been - wet scales being dragged through the mud.

“No, no no no, this is not fucking-“

Bakugou grabbed a hold of your ankle as you tried to crabwalk backwards, away from the two…. Creatures. He had a smile on his face “I like her mouth, dirty little thing.”

You were too focused on Bakugou dragging both you and him back towards the water, towards the thrashing rapids, to notice Kirishima chuckling behind you.

“I knew I picked the right one out, all those other people looked so boring.”

“Stop! I don’t know what, or-or who you are but you gotta let me go, please, you can’t-“ They were going to eat you, tear your limbs apart piece by piece and feast on your flesh. Bakugou didn’t have razor sharp teeth like Kirishima, but you could see it now, those pearls slicing through your skin, blood gushing and turning the river red.

“We can, we will, and we want to.” Kirishima replied cheerily, dragging himself behind you now, there to grab you again if you somehow managed to wiggle out of Bakugou’s iron grip.

It was impossible, the blonde finally slipping into the river, a small, smooth area close to the bank, water still and calm next to the roar of the rapids. It was chilling, cold like the condensation on the outside of a glass of ice water in the heat of summer.

As soon as the water reached your knee, Bakugou yanking you further in, you couldn’t stop yourself, breath catching in your chest, mind screaming at you to fight.

“No!” With a last effort, you kicked out, foot connecting solidly with Bakugou’s chin, sending him into the water with a curse on his tongue and blood on his lips.

You grabbed at the mud of the bank, clawing your way up, out, away from whatever these-

“Heyyyy, that wasn’t too nice.” Kirishima’s hand snaked around your neck, the palm encircling almost the entirety of it. Barely any effort on his part and you were being pulled back down into the river, mud dirtying your skin as you squirmed and cried. “You might want to apologize-“ He sang, grinning at your gasp as you sank lower in the water.

It was too deep for you to stand, too muddy for you to see where the bottom was. The bank wasn’t close enough for you to grab onto, to leverage yourself back out.

Another hand snaked around your waist and you yelped, turning your head to find Bakugou had resurfaced, a glint in his eye and blood in his smile. “Goddamn, fiesty little bitch. She’s perfect.”

The two couldn’t help their wandering hands, squeezing and pulling at your flesh, especially interested in the parts of your body that they didn’t have - legs, tits, the folds of your cunt.

It was too much, too stressful, water getting in your mouth, being pushed and pulled as if you were caught in the rapids again.

“Kiri, hold her up, I wanna fuckin’ have a a taste.” Bakugou growled, already kissing along the nape of your neck, licking at your skin.

“No, NO, fuck…. Please!” You yelled, throwing your fists against Kirishima as the redhead manhandled you so you were supported by his body. “I don’t want this! PleASE!”

Neither of them listened.

Bakugou, now at your front, kissed down your neck, over each breast, following an imaginary trail of his own choosing down your stomach. They had inadvertently torn off your shirt while dragging you into the water, the only thing keeping you clothed.

It was laughably easy for the blonde to pry your legs apart, using his tail to swim forward until his shoulders were wedged between your knees, keeping you spread and on display.

“Stop this! Don’t-!” Kirishima’s hand slapped over your mouth, clammy skin pressed to your lips. He smelled like fish.

You couldn’t differentiate between the wet of the river and the wetness of Bakugou’s tongue as both licked up your legs, swirling against your skin in random patterns.

Feeling the rhythmic current from the beat of Kirishima’s tail behind your back reminded you of how inhuman these creatures were, how you were about to die by the hand of a myth, something unexplainable.

And then something warm and wet licked over the folds of your cunt, smooth hands grabbing at your ass to raise your hips a little higher. Bakugou was burying his face between your legs, throat rumbling in pleased moans as he tasted you with his tongue, swiping the muscle slowly to explore your lower lips.

You gasped against Kirishima’s palm, hands torn between clawing at the arms that held you hostage and pushing Bakugou’s head away. There were too many sensations, everything was too unexpected, your skin felt cold and warm at the same time. Head still aching from the concussion, dizzy and unstable.

When Bakugou circled his warm tongue around your clit, you couldn’t ’t help the electric zing that shot up your spine, arching your back and involuntarily shoving your hips against his face.

“Oh, she fuckin’ liked that, you see that shit she just did?” Bakugou pulled back just enough to gasp at Kirishima, before diving back in, tongue laving over the sensitive nub.

It was impossible to hear Kirishima’s reply, not with the blood circulating so quickly through your body. You felt his excitement on the skin of your back though, something slimy and hard, fleshy, rubbing against you.

Bakugou wasn’t finished, finding more ways to make you jolt and squirm and writhe in pleasure on his tongue. Sucking on your clit like a lollipop, leaving wet and messy kisses against your fluttering hole, teasing the tip of his tongue inside, wiggling it around and smiling when you clenched up at the intrusion.

His fingers were even worse, nimble and slender, easing inside one at a time, finding a spot inside you that made your stomach burn, hips twitching downward, unintentionally grinding on his face.

“Bakugou, I can’t hold back… lemme fuck her, please, I feel so full-“ Kiri breathed in your ear, his own hips working against your back with desperation.

“Shit, okay, I’ll hold her-“ And you were roughly passed over to the blonde, face first into his naked chest.

You couldn’t even take a breath, spare a glance backwards to see what was going to be entering you before Kirishima was pushing his way inside, cock bullying your walls with it’s width.

“Too big, ah! Ithurts!” You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as you held onto Bakugou’s shoulders.

“Shhh, you can take it. You’ll look so good all round and full, gonna cum inside and make sure it takes.” Kiri babbled, his breath ghosting against your ear as he slid his cock back and forth inside you.

Bakugou pushed your hair back, smoothing out the strands so he could look at your face, red eyes narrowed and hazy with lust. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, after Kiri’s done I’m gonna knock you up too. Gonna feel so goddamn good. Just you wait.... just you wait.”