YANDERE STEVEN GRANT X MALE READER

Pt2 of this! And yes I took like two hours trying to figure out how to make a link like that 😭.

As Steven tries to catch up with Y/n speed walking with all his might Y/n makes it hard. Y/n does a bunch of turns like left and right cutting sharp corners and so on.

Sadly Steven finally corners Y/n once he reaches a dead end. "Y/n. Why were you trying to avoid me?" Steven asks walking closer to Y/n with a confused and innocent look.

"I wasn't avoiding you silly. I was looking for our cart! Cmon Steven I would never." Y/n says with sarcasm laced in his voice. Steven doesn't catch the sarcasm as has a warm smile on his face.

"I-I knew that you wouldn't do that, what was I thinking." Steven says before hooking his arm into Y/n's own dragging him around the store as he rambles on and on.

After getting the cart and a few more items the couple go to check out. As they stand in line Steven notices a bunch of girls all staring at Y/n as if he was famous or something.

Steven's hold grew tighter as he held onto Y/n possessively. Obviously Y/n noticed the group of girls and flashed them a quick friendly smile before scooting up in the line. Steven gives the group a small glare before thinking about a plan. "Y/n. Can you kiss me?" Steven asks sweetly and innocently causing Y/n to momentarily forget about how strange his boyfriend is.

Y/n leans down until he close to Steven and presses a light kiss on his lips before pulling away shortly. Steven could feel the eyes of those girls burning into his back, but he couldn't help but smirk in victory.

Finally the couple were next at checkout. As the employee scans their items they engage in a light wholesome conversation.

Steven couldn't help but get jealous. He himself didn't know why he was feeling betrayed and a bit hurt every time Y/n talked to someone that wasn't him.

But Steven being so delusional he thought that Y/n must feel the same when he talks to someone that isn't him, so when the worker tried to talk to him he just looked away giving them the cold shoulder.

"Don't mind that. He isn't really a social person." Y/n says trying to help with the confusion the worker has.

After Y/n pays for everything he and Steven pick up the bags and goes to their car making way to there journey to home.

During the car ride Steven had his eyes glued onto Y/n most definitely making him uncomfortable. The car ride was silent and tense making the car stuffy. Y/n would glance around the car hoping that there's something to get Steven's attention off of him. Y/n lets out a deep sigh before pulling over at a friends house.

"Steven. I gotta go inside there. My friend has something of mine that I need alright. I'll be right back." Y/n says gesturing to the house in front of them. "I'll come with you!" Steven blurts out leaving no time to argue as he leaves the car. Y/n lets out a quiet groan before leaving the car waking into the house.

Y/n gives the door a few knocks as Steven leans his body onto Y/n's wrapping his arms around him. Y/n lay his chin on top of Steven's head relaxing and humming a song softly. For a minute the couple looked so peaceful and beautiful. In each other's arms it looks like their relationship is fully healthy. But that couldn't be father from the truth.

Finally the door peaks open slowly. "Y/n? I didn't think you were coming until next week?" A male voice says before opening the door fully. "Well I wasn't, but since I was near I just figured I would just come today." Y/n says unwrapping his arms from Steven. but Steven doesn't let go.

"You two wanna come inside?" "No thanks, we got groceries in the car y'know. so it will just be best if you bring it to me." Y/n says shooting down the offer with an excuse. The friend nods his head yes in understatement and shuts the door.

"He's pretty..."Steven mumbles out looking up at Y/n. "Yeah I guess he is." Y/n says not really caring. Steven could feel his blood run cold. "Y-you think he's prettier than me don't you!?" Steven blurts out feeling his eyes begin to water from sadness and angrier.

Y/n was taken a bit back and looked down at Steven's eyes wide. "W-what?! No Steven god no! Where did you get that from?" Y/n says moving his hands down to Steven's face cupping his cheeks holding his head up. Tears begin to pour down from Steven's face making Y/n's heart begin to ache.

"Cmon Stevey don't cry. Steven- baby don't cry please." Y/n says trying to comfort him.

"Hey lets go home alright. And once we get there you're gonna tell me all about Egypt, then we're gonna read together and after that we're gonna spend some time together." Y/n plans out wiping Steven's tears with his thumb.

"Te-tell me that you *sniff* love me" Steven shakily tears still running down his face. "I-I love you Steven. Alright I love you okay. Now let's go." Y/n says before kissing the tears away off Steven. Y/n takes Steven's hands and guides him back to the car.

Steven smirks to himself. Steven didn't want to be fake towards Y/n, but he couldn't stand it anymore. Steven just wanted to keep Y/n to himself until death does them apart. So to get away from future competition Steven had to play and act like a weak sheep.

Steven felt bad for acting and faking but he had to! That guy was gonna steal Y/n from him and he couldn't just stand back and watch. That "friend" could be anything bad and Steven was just protecting his "Husband" from danger.

The only thing on his mind was about protecting Y/n from any threats to their relationship and the only solution is keeping Y/n close and away from others. Forever and ever. Steven made a plan to keep Y/n safe and he was going to do it tonight. A place somewhere safe for only two to stay away from others. Steven created the perfect place for Y/n and their future family.

"Y/n...What would you do without me." Steven says to himself looking at Y/n as they walk to the car.

The friend stands at their door watching with confusion as Y/n and his boyfriend go back into their car without a word or reason. The friend could see the crazy look in Steven's eyes and he knew it wasn't good.

"Y/n...Dear god what did you get yourself into." The friend mumbles out.

THE END

Love as Red as Blood

Werewolf x Transmale!Reader

Cw: afab reader, dub-con, smut, female genetalia used, knotting, baby trapping, ftm reader,

🍂 How cute you looked when you came into the woods in your little red cape, humming a little song as you carried a basket to who knows where, that's all he could think about as he stalked you from the trees, his mouth quickly filling with saliva as he fantasized breeding you till you were full of his pups. You just looked so handsome and soft you just had to be his mate!

🍂 You were going through the woods to bring a few cakes to granny when you felt an eerie feeling growing in your stomach. You look around but you couldn't see anyone, it was rare for people to go so deep into the woods so you brushed it off as a wild animal or something.

🍂 It was a wild animal alright

🍂 He jumped out of the trees and in front of you, staring at you with piercing yellow eyes. You scream and fall to the ground as the beast cocks his head at you.

🍂 You couldn't do anything, you were frozen. You cursed yourself for taking so long in going to granny's, you were supposed to be halfway back to your house by now, but you decided to pick a few flowers and fruits for your visit, how foolish you were.

🍂 He was now standing right in front of you, you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he sniffed your hair and coat.

🍂 Suddenly, your legs finally started moving, you sped off so quick you left the large wolf confused as to why his mate would just run off like that. Perhaps it's a game?

🍂 He bolts after you in lightening speed and quickly catches you, tackling you to the ground and licking your face. You cry as he leaves sloppy kisses all over your face. What fun that was! You must be tired now, lets go home my love~

🍂 He picks you up and swings you onto his shoulder like a sack of rice. You kick and claw at him, scream in his ear, anything to make him let go you go but he was unfazed. I know you want to play more but it's getting late!

🍂 You were finally put down in a cave full of soft furs and rugs, possibly old things left here which he found to make his den more cozy.

🍂 He crouched down to sniff at you, but you kicked away, putting your back to the wall of the cave as your heart beat a mile a minute.

🍂 You had nowhere to hide as he sniffed and licked at your neck and face, licking away the tears that fell from your eyes.

🍂 How sad, please don't be scared mate! He'll make you feel better.

🍂 He pulls you close to him and lies down, keeping you close as you try to push yourself out of his embrace, but his grip on your waist and thighs were too strong.

🍂 Eventually you grew tired and passed out under him. He grins as he watches his little mate snore softly, his tail wagging hard.

🍂 It's been a week and no matter how hard you tried; you could never manage to evade him. Every escape attempt was thwarted with him tracking you down by your scent and dragging you back by the hood of your coat.

🍂 Speaking of your coat, he loved it! Such a rich and pretty color! It reminded him of a red robin's feathers, how adorable and cute his mate was!

🍂 He would leave to get food for you and come back with small animals he's killed, or food stolen from the village. He learned what you preferred and started hunting for it more to make you feel better.

🍂 You then grew to be more comfortable with him, he never hurt or growled at you and reminded you of a big dog with charcoal fur. You still wanted to go back but your plan changed from plainly running away to tricking him into letting you go.

🍂 You started reciprocating his affections, petting him, giving him kisses, eating what he brought back, it brought such joy to him seeing that his mate is happy and giving him love!

🍂 He gave you more trust, letting you go outside as long as it wasn't too far from the den.

🍂 It was all part of your plan to get away from him, once he went out to hunt, you'd make a run for it, also hiding your scent so he wouldn't track you down.

🍂 Unfortunately, you didn't plan on him coming home early.

🍂 And in a rut.

🍂 Poor wolf woke up that day with his cock already dripping with precum as you slept under him. He realized what it meant and quickly took off and tried to take care of it himself, but he soon decided your cute little hole would be a much better means to getting rid of his rut.

🍂 You were about to leave when you heard him coming back, you gasped and hid your basket full of supplies you've collected over the weeks in a pile of pelts as he came in, panting and whining. You sat down as you watched him slowly go over to you.

🍂 You thought he was hurt, and a twinge of concern plucked at your heart as he rubbed his face all over you like he was asking for something. He's almost completely on top of you as he licks your face and neck.

🍂 Something hard and slimy then touched your leg. You look down and see his red cock fully erect, your captor thrusting his hips slightly towards you.

🍂 A sweat rolls down your temple as you realize what's about to happen to you. You try your best to push him away, but he ignores your protests.

🍂 He starts breathing heavily before ripping away your clothes, your red hood torn to shreds.

🍂 He wasted no time licking and sucking on your soft body as he pinned you down with his strong arms.

🍂 Slowly, he goes lower and lower down your body until he reaches your clit, you try to close your legs but with one arm he forces them open, inserting his long tongue inside of you.

🍂 You tasted so good to him, so sweet, and what lovely noises you made for him as he feasted on your pussy. Don't worry my sweet mate, you'll be full of my babies soon.

🍂 You were about to climax on his tongue alone when he pulls out, grabbing your hips and placing his dick atop your crotch. No matter how much your mind said no, you couldn't resist the pleasure he's giving you, you open your legs for him as his tail wags happily, knowing his mate really loves him, willingly wanting to be bred.

🍂 His tip teases your hole before he inserts his entire member inside of you. He stretched you out as he licked your neck to comfort you from the pain.

🍂 Soon, the pain was replaced with pleasure as he thrusts into you at a slow pace, his cock massaging your walls.

🍂 You caress his dark fur as he fucks you, you pull his close as he starts going faster and faster.

🍂 He pulls out and flips you over on your stomach with your ass out in front of him before forcefully slamming his dick back in you. You thought you were seeing stars as his cum flooded your pussy.

🍂 You feel something swell inside of you as he finishes, whining and rubbing on you affectionately.

🍂 He picks you up carefully and lies down, hugging you from behind.

🍂 Now you were sure you'd never leave him with your belly full of his seed and the knot in your hole, also considering the high possibility that he'll fill you up more.

🍂 And he wouldn't have it any other way.

not one of my best works but i hope you like it ;v;

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strangeoliver

1 year ago

Ok but like, breeding Oh Sangwoo would be so fun.

YESS I MEAN it would be so fun right???

cw: small smut. angst ig. babytrapping. breeding kink and stuff. m just bored to tag alr. dark content.

english not my first language, I wrote this while I was sleepy as hell I love you guys

His stupid smirk and psycho aura turned into a fucking submissive and depressed personality for the rest of his life.

we all know Oh Sangwoo had a really bad connection with his mom, arriving at obvious abusive and dark points about a horrible motherhood and figure out who should "educate" him. Sadly (and gracefully) Sangwoo could almost hit his own stomach when he finds out he's pregnant.

The breeding in your sexual activities is clearly fun and satisfying for you, forcing your cock deep inside Sangwoo's walls to milk it until he cannot move from a huge creampie in his cunt.

Oh Sangwoo has a vasectomy, doesn't he? Well, he has a cunt now, maybe he tried enough contraceptive methods but not at the time you fucking breeded his womb.

“It would be fun!” You cheered with a smile, looking at the positive pregnancy test in Sangwoo's trembling hand. You gave a quick look at his pale and almost motionless face, kissing his cheek anxiously. “You'll be such a great mom, Sangwoo.”

He doesn't want you to leave him alone in the bathroom, but also wants to be alone. He didn't wanted this, you know? he can't be a mom, he don't want to!

while you give soft and large kisses around his cheeks and neck, hugging his small waist; Sangwoo wants so bad to not believe this, just thinking about carring a child inside him makes it sick. He doesn't want to become what his mother was.

“Well, don't worry about too much of this,” You smiled. “You can give birth to the baby, but not look at it, touch it... even create a bond with the life that you created and expelled from your womb.”

Your words made him feel worse, obviously. So, well he did wanted to do all those things too, but something inside him, the smallest thing of all, was yelling at him about it, his own motherhood ruined because of a shitty experience with Eunseo.

“But I can't force you to that, it's your choice.” You smirked, like if Sangwoo originally don't would have forced women to give birth to his offspring, your ego was too selfish to let him keep sinking in on itself. “If you gave birth to the kid and don't even want to look at it, I'll go, and you will never see me again.”

“No!” You were startled for a moment by his strong, shaky voice. His trembling hands taking your arms softly, almost choking back a sob. “D-don't... leave me..”

“Oh?” You tilted your head to the side in full interest, hugging Sangwoo's hunched figure again. “You kidnapped me and forced me to stay here, so I did one of the worst things possible and got you pregnant. I know you want me out of here.”

“I-I don't,” The maniacal smile on your face lengthened, he looked so cute! “I can't raise it alone...”

You sighed at that. “Only that?” you rolled your eyes. “You can go to a bar and find an ugly old man with lots of money, duh. You'll be fine, and the fetus too.”

You separated for a moment from the embrace, kneeling in front of him to put your face back to a completely neutral state, this was something serious, wasn't it?

“You know how South Korea has been doing with the low birth rate,” You hummed. “You are gonna be a hero, Sangwoo.”

“But I w-want you to stay with me,” He sobbed, almost in a silent voice, his hands deepened in your clothes. “I really, really want to.”

Your face turned into another big smile, helping him get up from the edges of the tub, giving a small kiss on his dead lips.

“Oh, Sangwoo.” You teased, taking his waist from behind your arm. “we're gonna be great parents!”

Yeah, he didn't liked the sound of that.

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strangeoliver

1 year ago

kaeya alberich ﹗

﹒genshin impact ﹒18+ ,, nsfw ﹒male sex, seme male reader, ass eating, overstim, belly buldge, praise kink, hair pulling (reader receiving), crying, begging ﹒ft diluc & jean

diluc groans, rolling up his sleeve to check his watch. “where are they? we were supposed to meet up here 15 minutes ago.” he falls back into a chair, resting his hand on his thigh; his pointer finger tapping his thigh. “calm down diluc, i’m sure they have a good reason..” jean says, sitting down next to dilic and putting a hand on his shoulder; a futile attempt to calm him down.

“w-wait! wait!” kaeya whines, his hands weakly pushing against your shoulders. you nip and suck at his neck, revelling in the way his body shivered against you. “be quiet, you wouldn’t want them hearing us.” you whisper to him, hands trailing his body; starting from his neck down.

kaeya whimpers, his hands now resting at his side whilst he ruts against your leg. you lick your lips, throat drying up as his movements speed up. he needed more, he needed you… but his body was already running out of stamina. he throws his head back against the wall, whining as he feels you rut against him.

kaeya feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, the sensation too much for his delicate body. he gasps as you become rougher, the tears his eyes were once wielding finally rolling down his cheeks. “please.. please!” he begs, hands clutching your shirt.

he felt so sensitive, so vulnerable. you force his hips down, the pressure on his dick increasing. he wails, his hands scratching at yours, which are holding his hips. he leaned forward, his lips so desperate to reach yours. you rest your head on his shoulder, your hot breaths making him shudder.

your movements come to a stop, kaeya’s uneven pants finally reaching your ears. you kiss his shoulder, his arms wrapping around your neck and you work on your pants. he watches intently as you unbuckle your belt, watching your pants pool at your feet; whining at your very noticeable buldge.

kaeya chokes on his words, lightly thrusting his hips while letting out whorish moans. you lit his nerves on fire, the pleasure was overwhelming. “fuck! unh! please!—” he sobs, hands entangled in your hair as you lick and nip at his walls. he was sobbing against you, drooling all over his chin. his thrusting into the air stuttered, choked moans escaping his mouth. “close!’ m’ close!—” he cuts himself on with a sob, one of his hands leaving your hair as he covers his mouth; wrapping his legs around your head tightly.

you smile against him, nipping at his flimsy hole one last time before pulling away; prying his legs off you. you watch in amusement as he sobs and chases after you. you wrap your arms around him, kissing his neck softly, nipping at it once before you let you thumb brush his tip, forcing him to cum on the spot.

you watch with lidded eyes as he keeps cumming all over both of you, body shaking as he can’t stop, cock twitching repeatedly. his eyes roll to the back of his head, resting his forehead on your shoulder as his shaky hands uselessly cover his cock, trying to stop it from leaking. you shudder at his cold tears dripping down your shoulder, hands resting on his waist.

“well done, my love.” you praise him, watching as his cock leaks from the petname. he was so sensitive he could cum over and over again, sobbing quietly as you rub his back soothingly. you lift him up gently, settling him on your lap as you massage his hips. he barely had anytime to react before you forced yourself into him, relishing the way his body shook and he came again.

your strong hands holding his thighs, head rolled back as he cries out. he grinds against you, begging you too start moving. you twitch at the sight of his blissed-out face as he was almost passed out. his legs instinctively closing only to be stopped by your thighs. the foreign feeling of your harsh thrusts heightened his sensitivity, the overstimulation finally reaching him. he moaned chokingly, throat dry after crying and whimpering repeatedly.

his legs quivering as he cries, tears falling smoothly from his eyes. hips grinding down as he forced another orgasm out of himself. he was screaming, cumming untouched as he mumbles your name. your aggressive thrusts never stopping, he whines, back arching as he spots the bulge disappearing and reappearing in time with your thrusts.

he tugs your face closer by your hair, sloppily kissing you; silencing his moans. his legs spreading further, his hands digging into your back and his flushed face buried into your neck. his moaning now directly in your ear, edging you closer to your release. body twitching as he couldn’t process how many times he came, his self control already lost. his legs wrapped around you, chanting your name like a prayer. at this point, his insides were molded to fit your length.

his loud, useless whimpers being the only thing that told you he still hasn’t passed out. your thrusts stuttering, bringing him to tears and incomprehensible pleads. his mind became blank, but before he could start to go limp, you came.

the warmth spreading through his body forces him to cum once more, screaming your name before falling limp in your hold. you pull out softly, watching him flop onto the empty space beside you. you smile to yourself, making a mental note to make this a regular thing.

“…” “…” “why’re we still waiting?” “were not, let’s go.”

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strangeoliver

1 year ago

Batfam/Batboys with a Yandere S/O

[This is something I wanted to write personally and decided to share with all of ya'll. Please remember this is fiction, since it has come to my attention that it needs to be stated. I do not condone this behavior, I just enjoy writing it. Thank you, enjoy.]

Batman/Bruce Wayne:

Yan S/O is devoted to him, would literally kill anyone just to make him happy.

Even if Bruce knows that your love for him isn't healthy, he doesn't let you go. He honestly finds comfort in your love, it's tight like collar on the both of you. Yet, he can't help himself but let your chains keep him together.

You love him to the point of no return. Willing to forsake the world, morals, everything. Even Talia can't do that. You want to hold him and keep him safe in your sickingly-sweet embrace.

Bruce has a case of savior complex with you, thinking he can change you. Where your desires to coat Gotham in red aren't necessary for him to love you.

But to you, it matters that you try to kill anyone in your way to Bruce's heart, or maybe just managing to keep them at arms-length.

Those finky, so-called, "villians" are apart of your anger. They CRAVE Batmans attention, which should only be for YOU.

Bruce and Batman do their best to keep you from killing villians. Most times failing and trying to cover it up for your sake and his reputation.

I could see Yan S/O just straight up telling Bruce that they are gonna raise his childern..

Which is kinda true, since they managed to get Alfred's approval. 《No clue how...》

Anyway, Yan S/O is around for all of the Batfam. Being the kindest and sweetest parental figure ever. Often threatening and hurting villians when they try to get in the way of family outings or straight up killing them under the guise of "self-defense."

You teach your way of "love" to Dick and then so on and so fourth. Causing a horrible cycle and generation of yandere Batfam. It's kinda funny.

"Just what exactly are you teaching him (Y/N)?" Bruce asked you, his tone accusing as he watched you clean up blood off the floor of the parlor room.

Jason sat on a small armchair, a notepad in hand as he re-reads over his notes.

Dick strolls up beside the older Wayne, watching the scene.

"Oh! I remember when you taught me that trick, gotta remember this little-wing!"

Richard [Dick] Grayson:

This man has been emotionally starved, having been raised by Bruce.

Dick has been in many romantic relationships, but they mostly fall flat and him and his romantic partners become just friends. Which is fine, but he still yearns for a romantic connection.

Or honestly a positive connection that has someone caring for him instead. Yes he's a good brother and son, but Bruce and his brothers mostly depend on him as the "happy-go-luck Dick Grayson".

Not the moody and depressed part of him.

Yet he meets Yan S/O, who is pretty much his personal everything. Cheerleader, bestie, (beside Wally), cuddle buddy, ect.

In your eyes, he could do no nothing wrong. You hold no high standard as how he should be seen.

He doesn't need to be the "Nightwing of Bludhaven" nor the "sweet and handsome Grayson".

He is YOURS, and you are his.

"Hey~ Welcome back," you whisper kindly. Aiding him inside the apartment. More-so dragging him in with strength he didn't know you possess.

Dick smiles at you, his eyes tired and body woozy from working late hours.

Jason Todd:

Jason never really grew up in a loving home, when he did however, it was taken away from him very early on.

So when any once of love he gets from Yan S/O, he tries to push it away. Thinking he'll loose it, somehow.

Yet if Yan S/O proves their devotion, Jason will accept their advances.

He doesn't see you as a total threat to himself, to other's though, that's a different story..

You listen to him, wanting to know every bits and fucked-up pieces of him.

You don't see him as some type of puzzle to finish, you just want to know him. To love him.

Holding his hands in your own, you place them on your forehead. Breathing out a content sigh, tracing his fingers gently. As if he was made out of porcelain and not a monster he saw himself as.

Tim Drake [Wayne]:

Tim is concerned about Yan S/O affections, finding them perfect. Too perfect.

He's afraid to love them, because Yan S/O is all he could imagine as a perfect lover for him.

Kind, attentive, uncaring of his coffee addiction.

Someone who'll listen to him need out about ANYTHING.

It could be the stupid-est thing ever, yet you'll stare him like a love stricken idiot.

Even when he talks about someone he likes, you'll still smile. With clear hurt in your eyes, yet never sabotage his dates or try to change his mind. Just listen with a open heart, hoping for the privilege to let you love him.

He honestly doesn't want to push it, knowing you'd have to have a limit.

But you never crack..

It drives him mad.

To the point where he surrenders himself to you.

There was no one who could be as "perfect" as you.

"Hey! Hey!" You squeak, feeling Tim's cold hands touch your cheeks. Squeezing them together to make a fish-face, leaning in to give you a small peck.

Damien Al Ghul/Wayne:

Straight up opposite of Tim.

Damien pushes your button's, wanting to see if you had the guts to kill for him.

Not believing that you were worthy enough for him.

He is a Al Ghul.

A Wayne.

Yan S/O thinks saying a heartful declaration of love will sway his heart. Not even a little.

You have to be persistent for Damiens attention, clingy but not to the point of becoming a annoyance and a bother.

Hell, maybe even uncaring. Giving up on the chase, which pisses Damien off.

Weren't you the one that wanted to be with him!?

Yan S/O acts like loving him was a phase. Which upsets him even more, he acts like it's not bothering him.

He starts missing your presence, whether if you were happy or timid around him.

"You already stuck around this long, might as well reward your efforts." Damien scowls, opening his hand out for you to take. A big smile breaks onto your face, which makes Damien freeze.

You won.

[Hope you enjoyed! Everythings appreciated!]

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strangeoliver

1 year ago

Yandere!Dante x Trans Man!Reader Headcanons

❤ If you weren't dating already, congrats! You've got an incredibly protective and delusional half-demon boyfriend on your hands! You're his boyfriend, his handsome man, and his future husband! Dante just has the charisma about him, that almost makes you not want to deny him or say you're not dating, even if that's the case - but to Dante, you're already dating and very much in love. And the way he smiles at you, the way he seems to put all of his love and hope into you… You're afraid you'll crush him if you refuse him, like he has some sort of power over you.

⚔ But, even if you do refuse him, he'll simply think you're confused or playing around. Don't worry, though! Dante loves games. Hr loves play-fighting, which usually just pertains to Dante tackling you and pulling you into a cuddle session. Speaking of which, Dante is incredibly clingy and affectionate. Always cuddling you, always giving you kisses and hugs and compliments. He just wants you to know how much he loves you, y'know? Doesn't his boyfriend deserve only the best?

❤ Usually he spends his money on stuff like junk food and pizza and saving up for a new, cool jacket… But, you matter so much more than all of that! Dante may be broke, but that doesn't mean he won't do anything he can to get you want and need - Hell, he'll even steal if he has to. Anything you want, it's yours! He'll buy you the best binders money has to offer! And make sure you're binding safely, of course! He'd offer you some of his old ones… But, he kinda tossed them all after his top surgery. But, hey! You'll be able to do the same thing some day, he promises!

⚔ Is incredibly supportive of your transition! After all, he's been there, too! If you're feeling dysphoria, he'll tell you just how handsome he thinks you are. He promises you that you are a man and nothing will ever change that. He'll cuddle with you on the couch and just have a lazy day with you, doing stuff the both of you like to make you comfortable and help you feel better. And for dessert, you'll have strawberry sundaes together! Though, knowing Dante, you probably have that every night, anyway.

❤ If anyone misgenders you or tries to claim you're anything but a man, they better pray they don't meet the business end of Rebellion. He might get so enraged that he loses control of himself, shifting into his Devil Trigger and going almost feral. Dante's sworn to never hurt a human before. They're usually so fragile and, for the most, good people. But… But, if they hurt you, disrespect you… They're just as bad as any devil! He'll tear them apart limb from limb, feasting on their corpse and chewing their bones to dust, until there's nothing left but a pile of viscera on the ground. Still in his Devil Trigger form, he'll come back to you, purring and nuzzling you, wanting praise for how well he did.

⚔ Eventually, Dante will break. This world is too cruel and dangerous for someone as precious as you. He'll steal you away to a castle he found through a certain Hell Gate, impenetrable and impossible to find. He'll treat you like a king, because, after all, that's what you are - and he, your loyal servant and knight. He'll love you for all of eternity, he promises. Just let him love you.

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strangeoliver

1 year ago

I wonder if Can you write Yandere Omega Seth (from Ennead) if you okay with it

I'll find you

hide as much as you can // I'll find you

♡ fictional mythology, unhealthy behaviour, lovehate dynamic (love -> lovehate), animalistic behaviour, pet names, power exchange, mention of bloodletting (seth), hints of incestuous relationships?; beta!reader -> alpha!reader, heqet/khnum!reader implied

♡ rough treatment, mild blood kink, mild scent kink, heavy petting, dubious consent -> consensual, unprotected sex / breeding, bondage by sand, power imbalance -> power exchange; word 'womb' used once for Seth

I Wonder If Can You Write Yandere Omega Seth (from Ennead) If You Okay With It

𓂀 Contacting this omega is not the best solution — you realized when you first met him, while coming out of the Nile, the keeper of the floods of which you were.

Of course, it's not that you were obliged to communicate with any of them or even be interested in your distant relatives, who were no more than the seventh water on the jelly, but you needed to come out of the depths of the Nile at least from time to time — and when you finally come out, for the first time you meet an unusually red shade, burning like a torch against the background of burning golden sand and the sky blue as the waters of the Nile.

He was like a creature that was born from the spilled blood of all the fallen warriors who did not find their way home, but took refuge in your waters, sprinkling your waters over and over again until the river turns red like the sunset.

His name was 'SETH', he was the god of war and the desert, his parents were Geb and Nut — and when your gaze first crossed, it was as if you were hit on the head with something; almost a low cry of 'YOU WERE NOTICED' so loud that if you were human, you would turn away and run away, — under the sand, under the ground, under the water, no matter where, — but you are not a human and, even if you were weaker than him, you would not run away.

After all, who is the 'God of War and the Desert' against the Deity who keeps the Nile?

“Don't you dare look at me like that anymore.”

wolf cub.

You can guess that his behavior is probably an attempt to attract, as a fertile young omega provokes a fertile young alpha to get angry and chase after him, showing everything they can, just to prove that they are good enough to fill the womb. You know all this. After all, you were the one who created the figures of people who were illuminated by Ra, and you were more than able to watch these playtimes when the lovers went too far in their games and fell together into the coastal waters after a long chase.

And you more than know the brilliance of those eyes — and react faster than realize, like water, which acts intuitively, not relying on reason, to survive. They say that betas have a stronger intuition with understanding of the world — it's not for nothing that you are one of those gods who prefer maximum detachment, 'spirituality', achieved through refusing to accept the role of omega or alpha.

And you let your instincts dictate.

Before his cheeky mouth has time to say anything, you just have to make a wave so that the waters of the Nile aim at him like a beast that has found prey — and break against a strong, slender figure, without causing severe pain, but forcing him to take steps back, no longer bursting into your space.

SETH'S hair, dripping and darkened from the water, sticks to body — but before he has time to resist you in any way, calling to himself the sands of the desert, submissive to him like a tamed pet, you dissolve into the water, returning to your native current...

“I'll find you!”

... The waters of the Nile easily take you into themselves as a natural part, hiding you from the outside world, dissolving like everything that falls into the water abyss and stays here; it's not for nothing that people say that it was water that gave birth to life, and that water is necessary for life.

And although you are not a water Deity, you are also worth something.

𓂀 You know that this is not Ra — although the method of summoning is the same, Ra would rather strangle herself than summon you, especially so soon after the last arrival. Even if you had a... good relationship, — you both contributed to the appearance of 'humans' — it was obvious that you were still different.

Your clay figurines needed a bright fire to come to life, just as she craved worship and followers — it was an interchange where mortals became what brought you closer and pushed you away from each other.

However, SETH was looking for you for other reasons, quite different from 'worshippers'.

Although you are used to being summoned in other ways, such as sacrifices and festivals, you must admit that you clearly underestimated the son of Nut and Geb, who were no better than any of them — but at least they were smart enough not to try to find out from Ra a way to summon you without having to wait at Nila.

Because more than herself and power, Ra loved only to have fun — and sometimes you wondered if she was looking for power just to have fun.

“... Heh.”

When he looks down at you, like a child who has found a gift hidden from him, his scarlet lips stretch in a cheeky smile.

If most gods and goddesses somehow have more alpha and omega traits, then SETH looks like there are too many of these traits in him, like an omega-like alpha or alpha-like omega than beta.

“It turns out that this is the only way you can be summoned? I thought to the last that she was lying...”

The scarlet spot spreads across the water surface of the unusually calm Nile, dissolving in the streams of water that carry the particles with them, absorbing a new part of itself into its course. If people knew how much Nile water contains particles of their children, parents, friends, spouses, enemies, detractors, traitors — would they drink it?

If they knew that the same water absorbs the blood of the gods they worship, what would they look like, scooping up water like the purest gold — the same as he controls, the God of the Desert, smelling of sand dust, dry grass and heat?

“I don't care. You're here, so it was worth it.”

You don't think that the blood of God should be used for such things, like simply calling you from the river bottom, but don't say anything, giving someone to continue — and SETH continues without hearing an answer.

And although he, in fact, created a trap for you, filling the entire stone floor with his sand to make sure that you don't run away anywhere, you feel more like in the paws of a small puppy than in the cave of a mature wolf.

Wasn't it really an exaggeration to be afraid of him?

... Apparently, you have been under water for so long, absorbing the blood of warriors and animals, that you have become too sensitive to any danger...

“I promised you I'd find you.”

𓂀 SETH smells of freedom — not the freedom that has no limits or restrictions, only dead bodies that float along the Nile can have such freedom, but the freedom that is like the hot breath of the desert during the day and the icy whisper of the desert at night; it smells of heat, dry grass, the blood of soldiers and treasures captured with the help of weapons.

You pretend that you don't notice when treasures fall to the bottom of the Nile, and that, moreover, don't understand who gives you them; but it's hard for you to deny that you don't like the look of them. After all, the Nile is not just a 'river' or 'your home', but your temple and refuge, and the sight of expensive and precious things sheltering the once bare, dreary bottom undoubtedly improves the view and your mood; especially when the current of the river carries you further, and gold, like a lighthouse, shines; sprinkling the dark bottom is like the moon shining on the darkest desert night.

SETH is hot and fervent, like burning blood flowing out of him until you hand an object that can immediately contact you, instead of flooding waters, as if out of spite spending more than really needed, as if the more blood, the faster you will rise to the surface.

(in a sense, it is, but for other reasons...)

You can understand that this relationship is frowned upon, at least by his brother, but there's not much you can do — the waters of the Nile are all-encompassing and almost omnipresent, and the way SETH regularly calls you is almost charming if it wasn't so intense, as if every time he struggles with himself in the desire to devour you or to drag away, but at the same time I have to give up this need, which is close to the human need to drink water. You don't need to ask him about it to know — the way he looks at you, as if wanting to sink his teeth into your skin and take you to his cave, is more than eloquent, and even the way his smell intensifies, silently shouting that he is a strong, healthy and fertile omega, in itself is an obvious sign.

And the fact that you are just as quiet and calm, like serene dark waters, untouched by gusts of sandy wind, only further inflames his burning passion and desire, which he himself cannot describe in any way except as 'mine'.

Mine.

Mine mine mine — you give life, carry life, no matter in a running stream or standing water, watching as the surface is filled with bodies and blood, dirt and tears, bodies entwined in passion and love embraces. It doesn't matter — everything will be dissolved in your current and carried away until it becomes no more than another drop in billions of the same, carrying information that only you know.

SETH, on the other hand, carries with him the smell of something wild, giving life, — but also ruthlessly taking it for himself, strewing everything with the red-hot gold of the desert, which becomes more and more every time you rise, noticing how the waters that used to caress the fertile lands now nourish the sand.

And you know what will happen next — SETH has never been a secretive type, even if his method of hunting was closer to big cats hiding until they get close enough to bite into the throat and gnaw, taking them to their hideout. SETH is the same cat — big, red and strong, smelling of mature omega when he notices that you are more responsive to this fragrance.

SETH is not at all deeply interested in the topic of "let's mate" — are you sure that he is attracted not at all to your physical data or smell, but to how comfortable and safe he is next to you, letting him finally relax, looking for comfort in your waters, and that if he decided that you would be his, then you will be his.

He will always find you.

𓂀 SETH is persistent, stubborn and aggressive. Even if his emotions are a sphere that is easy to push and cause pain, you understand perfectly well that he is the god who will break rather than bend.

But when he asks you what happens to the bodies of those soldiers that he led to war, when they find themselves in the Nile, like bags full of blood, breathing and thinking recently, at first you don't know what to answer — not because you can't share his silent pain, looking like a scorpion that suddenly bared you have a soft vulnerable tummy, but because you have nothing to answer.

What happens to the bodies? The Nile absorbs them — everything that was dumped into the waters finds itself in the stomachs of animals or in water particles, carrying with it such an amount of memory that nothing else can contain.

“... If I die one day, will you promise that my memory will be preserved in your waters?”

You no longer know if you are talking about the waters of the Nile or something else — but you know that you will probably never find SETH like this again.

Unusually fragile, as if really an ordinary omega who just wants to have a family, a common nest and puppies. To have you as an alpha, to be in the same nest with you and to have children together.

What can you say other than consent? No matter what happens, he will always remain in your memory — as a special memory that will never be erased.

“... Thank you. I'll never forget you either. And I won't let go.”

His eyes are burning just like the sunset on the background.

“We'll be together. Always. Because I chose you and I won't let you go.”

𓂀 His power becomes stronger, and when you meet him again, you have nothing to oppose when the sand from the land and the bottom rises to grab you.

Undoubtedly, it wasn't something that you 'didn't expect' — SETH was never the type who tried to hide what intentions he had if he saw that it would affect your attitude, and even if he found comfort in your touches and hugs, covering him like a blanket from the whole world, he never had this safe habit of 'being content with little'. His intentions were obvious from the first meeting and did not change at all — you were perfect, from head to toe, the only one with whom he would like to spend one heat and then make you spend thousands more, finally feeling complete, finished.

He, the god of the Desert and War, with you, Deity of the Nile flood — is not the best couple that can be?

'No'?

... Ha, does someone think that things like "imperfect couple" or "more worthy" or "more accessible" or "morally wrong" or something else will stop him?

Does he need permission? If he wants it — he will get it. And nothing can stop him.

Even if you are a beta, you smell fertile, pleasant, sweet — you smell of life, sex, from which children are born, absorbing the spilled blood and creating from it what brings birth and fertility, and SETH has always been more than gambling and ready to put everything on the line.

And you knew it.

Even if you are safe in the water, once you get out, nothing can save you — especially when you step on the sand, which immediately becomes your cage, locking you in. The waters immediately splash out of the Nile, crushing on him, but now SETH moves only a couple of steps, becoming much more powerful — and when palms grab by the wrists while teeth close on neck, everything inside you starts screaming again that you need to run right now.

Now the sand turns out to be decorated with spots of the deity's blood.

His mark pulsates on never-marked neck — and although it is not the same among deities as among people, you clearly see that for him it was not at all 'just a bite' or a 'mating mark', but a sign of possession, while the pupils in the blood-red iris, the shade of red-hot metal, expand, and a nimble pink tongue licks the blood from scarlet lips.

Red.

RED RED RED.

Nails are no worse than the claws of a wolf, and even fangs look like they can easily tear apart a dozen other people who decide to intervene.

The sand squeezes your feet so tightly that you can't even twitch.

This is all completely wrong.

You cowardly escape into the waters — betas are not capable of mating, are not created for this, closer to 'asexual beings' who do not have a biological task in the form of giving birth, much closer to the primordial asexual matter than to the omegas and alphas giving birth, but for some reason a mark with an imprint burns on his neck which didn't exist before.

Was it you? Or was it the part of you that you denied? You didn't know. It is easier to plunge into the native waters than to try to figure out why for the first time its fragrance was so dizzying, or why you went for something like this. You're not like that at all — not like that at all. It's not normal.

But you'll have to get out soon anyway.

You don't want your omega to get hurt while calling you, right, alpha?

Interlude

“I'm surprised you decided to step in anyway, dear.”

When the sand almost gently wraps around your hands, you realize that the biggest stupidity you can do is to try to escape.

Even if there is water in things like vases in the room, this is too little to create the necessary amount — and even to make sand soft and heavy, such a meager amount is not enough, except to pour it on him and break a vase on this face.

“Wasn't it you who liked to be constantly huddled in your little shell? Hiding there from any danger and thinking that it will help you?”

His hands are not the same as before — slightly rough, wide palms that easily slide over your cool skin, leaving warm traces, slightly scratching with sharp nails, as if hinting that you should not do rash things; if he did not smell like a blooming omega, you would think that he was alpha or alpha-like beta.

“But it turns out that if it's not me, but someone else, then you're ready to help them! No matter how much blood I shed, you didn't come out — but as soon as it was Isis, you immediately got out to help.”

His mark on your neck has not been pulsating for a long time, but when his fingers touch your neck, he freezes for a moment, assessing the scar left, which is almost impossible to notice — and from something, your body again feels this soreness, fettering for a moment from the realization of what happened before the brain began to work feverishly.

Then.

Now you are experiencing phantom pain until you realize that it is not 'phantom' — SETH shamelessly licks your blood from his fingers when he realizes that he scratched the old mark.

“This is wrong.”

Even when blood drips down from the shoulder, you know that's not what you need to worry about — his body is hot as the desert during the day, especially when his hips easily sit on top of yours, taking care that the sand does not let go of your hands.

“I promised you I'd always be there for you; although it was you who avoided me all these years, not appearing even when the corpses filled the entire Nile, while the other gods were terrified of what was happening — but I understand. A lot to do, yes? You've always been busy and strict, ever since our first meeting, when you doused me like some kind of animal.”

The thick scent of omega is so strong that you are not sure if it smells from him or if it is something else — the same thing that made you bite his neck then; your bite is also still burning on his skin, although it looks much more noticeable on him, although you are sure that you bit weaker than him.

The sweet bloody fragrance makes you dizzy.

“And when I saw you, I realized that you didn't live well either; after all, who but me could take care of a hermit like you?”

His hands, in spite of everything, are omeganine soft and pleasant, even if he uses them to look even more wrongly charming, as if he did not sneak into your bedroom — in which you were definitely expecting this meeting — to "talk heart to heart" while his hot wet slippery thighs touch your hips,

obviously.

“I was doing the wrong thing. I gave you the 'right to choose', thinking that this is what lovers should do — but, you know, people around me explained to me what I did wrong. By own example. And I'm ready to show you what I should have done back then, instead of this idiotic thought that you'd think it over and make a nest with me...”

He purrs — deep in his throat, like a big cat, when a strong flexible hand gently rests on your chest while the second one uses the surface behind as a support, rubs against your thighs, leaving sticky wet traces of juice on your bare skin, from touching which your skin burns, and you don't look at him, making sure not to do anything you might regret,

“Look at your omega.”

but it's hard to do when his hand moves from your chest to your throat, not squeezing, but feeling quite threatening, even if you are sure that it will not cause any harm.

“Don't you dare take your eyes off me or I'll scratch them out. You can only look at me and see only me. No one else and nothing else.”

The way he hovers feels almost the same as when he was able to summon you for the first time — his hair hangs down freely, like the flames of candles burning around you, and the same abnormally bright glow burns in his eyes, like the eyes of a cat. Or a wolf.

An abandoned, starved wolf.

“... Like I said, no one cares about you but me — you can fight this idea all you want, but we both know it's true.”

It's wet, wet, hot, sticky, tight between SETH'S thighs — you didn't consider yourself a 'virgin', but when the smell gets stronger and sharper, even you need time to get rid of the veil of excitement that covers eyes in the basest way, looking at his strong thighs while red hair falls over his shoulders, revealing a view of the most handsome omega in your life.

“Therefore...”

His lips are scarlet, thin, beautiful, and when he bends over you, you can't feel the inarticulate delight and the misunderstanding that follows it, associated with the simultaneous desire to pull away from repeated unusual stimulation and the desire to take this stimulation, grab by the hair and breed until it becomes clear that you will need a joint nest, in which he will keep the puppies while you fill him again and again.

Over and over, until his belly is rounded.

This is wrong.

His legs are slender and strong, ideal so that you don't have to do anything while SETH is able to at least move his knees — but you are sure that if you just wrap your hands around his hips and squeeze, you will get much more pleasure and delight, hammering into him with the basest this is wrong in a way.

It's the smell of omega. Definitely the smell of omega.

You yourself can't feel like this for him — for omega, who first marked you, then pursued you for many years and now, finally getting a chance, immediately pounced like an overexcited wolf, to such an extent that you can see the juice flowing down his thighs, although you are sure that even he does not realize it himself, considering it nothing more than a 'punishment'.

“... let me take care of–”

Of course you will.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye — the water, the sand, astonished expression on his face and how it takes you no more than a couple of minutes to find yourself in a deliciously tight heat, from which his claws immediately scratch your hands holding him on his back until it bleed, but nothing in him tries to escape, even if SETH growls mixed with purring, choking on words as you snuggle tighter, allowing something more animal, dirty to take control.

You smell of life, passion, sex — 'the very sex from which children are born', the very life that gave rise to mortals, and you know that you have something to fill this womb with.

When his cheeks are covered with a bright blush, reminiscent of the shade of his eyes and hair; you can't help but reach out to burrow into his neck, not caring about the sand that is wrapped around your ankle — and not caring about the aggressive imperiousness with which SETH squeezes you while sharp fangs bite your lips almost to the point of blood, greedily kissing, almost devouring.

If you leave me again, I'll find you and kill you.

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strangeoliver

1 year ago

My thief(Yandere Naveen x Flynn Ryder!Male!Reader x Yandere Prince Charming/Henry)

TW/CW:PRINCE CHARMING HAS A NAME! I LOOKED IT UP ITS FUCKING HENRY!, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader and Repunzel are friends and aren’t dating,Repunzel acts like a curious little puppy sister towards Reader,Reader isn’t a thief but still pit pockets other but only for good deed,Reader is Repunzel’s adopted brother,Reader was a thief but stopped after meeting his now adopted sister,tell me if I missed anything,came out shorter then wanted sorry

A/N from May 31,2023:I’ll make a part two soon because this was shorter then I wanted and I plan on making more with this

My Thief(Yandere Naveen X Flynn Ryder!Male!Reader X Yandere Prince Charming/Henry)

•Okay you met Naveen by pure fucking accident

•You and your adopted sister Repunzel were going through the market as she was curious

•She let go of your hand which worried you as your sister was a curious puppy because of that old lady

•You bumped into Naveen when you finally found her

“Oh! Oh! Look at this Y/N!” Looking over you saw your sister pointing at some random thing,you knew she was innocent and oblivious of the real world because of Mother Gothal but god damn is this heartbreaking. “Yeah,you like it?” “Mhm! I don’t wanna but it though! It’s just pretty to look at~!” You chuckled at your sisters action but something caught your eye. You didn’t realize that Repunzel let go of your hand and ram somewhere. “Uh sir” “hm? Yes?” “Your sister…she left” Looking around you saw Repunzel was gone so your worry meter went through the roof. “Thank you!” You started running around like you were being chased by the police again. “REPUNZEL!” “Y/N~!” You heard her voice and rushed towards her but soon bumped into someone. “Oh I’m so so sorry! I was just trying to get my sister I did-“ you heard the mystery person chuckle that’s when you looked up. He was handsome and his chuckle was beautiful. “It’s fine,I’m Naveen” “Y/N Ryder” soon your sister skipped towards you then grabbed your hand. “This is Repunzel,my sister” “It’s nice to meet you both”

•you all became friends as Repunzel loved his personality and you two just clicked instantly

•whenever he sang Repunzel would dance and you would just watch it all happen as you’ve never dance

•He convinced you to dance with him by taking your hands and started to dance with you

•You met Prince Charming or Henry when your family and his finally made an alliance through paper work because they didn’t believe in marriage alliances

Your hands were sweating and slightly shaking. You wiped your hands on your pants then took deep breaths compared to your sister she was as calm as a perfect breeze which calmed you down slightly. Grabbing her hand she saw that you were worried so she softly ran her thumb over your knuckles calming you down more. You saw Prince Henry and his father walk up towards your parents looking serious or at least Henry’s father did as Henry was just smiling brightly which reminded you of your sister. You felt at peace for a moment then realized what you're here to do again,an alliance between your and his nation. Your father and mother were talking to Henry’s father while Henry was beside you and your sister. She was chatting him up while you were waiting to join in. “This is my big brother! Y/N say hi!” “Hello there” you put your hand out for him to shake which he did shake but he was smiling more widely making you nervous. Henry never thought he’d find love not until he met you, a dashing s/c boy who is oddly looking everywhere. He knew your name was Y/N because of the fact you were an ex-criminal who was a famous thief until you rescued the long lost princess.

•The boys couldn’t handle the idea of the other one taking you away. They both want to keep you to themselves and won’t be letting you go at all!

•Watching them fight everyday about you was much annoying and honestly? You started to hate them

•They knew they were losing you so they started to come to an alliance to let you be

•No matter what you’ll be theirs until then

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strangeoliver

1 year ago

DO YOU WANT TO FAIL OR WHAT ?

Teacher! Scaramouche X Student! Male! Reader

CW: YANDERE SCARA, DUBCON, Reader and scara are both adults.

TEACHER SCARA who every class hates. He always assigns a lot of homework and expects everyone to pass them on the next day, always making you guys have surprise tests and putting hard questions on them, he didn't even teach some of them:( It's just to make you all fail.

TEACHER SCARA who's probably not fired yet because he becomes another person whenever the teacher's and the principal walks by the classrooms. He acts like he's such an angel and wasn't screaming at all of you because he heard someone talk.

TEACHER SCARA who you had a big crush on! He was so so fine and a lot of students agreed with that. Though, people still hate him.

TEACHER SCARA who hates you. Well, he hates everyone but he hates you even more. He's seen the way you're all nice with the other teachers, asking them when you're having troubles on a lesson, bringing other teachers presents when there is an occasion, you even joke around with some with them like you're friends with them, but you never do that with him.

TEACHER SCARA who always lets you recite every time he asks a question about a topic he never taught. Expected from you, always so stupid.

TEACHER SCARA who always throws away your work. Whenever you pass your projects, homework, tests he always throws them in the garbage and accuses you of not doing them which makes you fail his subject.

TEACHER SCARA who talks to you about it. "Why are you not passing any work? Do you really want to fail my class or what?" And he laughs in his head when you deny him, knowing your works are actually very good.

TEACHER SCARA who gives you a chance not to fail this quarter. "All you have to do is answer some really easy questions. Let's see if you actually listen to my lessons." And of course, you accepted, who would decline anyways?

TEACHER SCARA who made you take a test and he didn't lie, the questions were easy:D

TEACHER SCARA who made you bend down his table forcing your head down to look at the test paper. Pulling down your pants, then fingering you. Not soon after his cock went inside you and started stroking your cock, which made you have a hard time answering the questions. Your writing was messed up from how hard and fast he was pounding you:((

TEACHER SCARA who actually made you past this quarter! Maybe next quarter you'll purposely fail his class so he can fuck you again!

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strangeoliver

1 year ago

Okay hear me out: yandere harpy. The reader is on a hike or something and he notices them and is immediately enamored. He grabs them and keeps them in his nest and because it's so high up they can't get down on their own 😳

Lovey Dovey

Harpy x GN Reader

CW: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome

first day back from my hiatus and were already on some more sweet sweet terato ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ ive never written a harpy before but by golly ive been wanting to for a while! thank you smallcactus22 for requesting!

🪶 All you wanted was a fun adventure away from work, a breath of fresh air after being trapped in a colorless cubicle for god knows how long.

🪶 You wanted, no, needed a vacation. You looked through the many websites that showcased lovely tourist spots like beaches and retreats, all either a little too shady or way too expensive.

🪶 One caught your eye though, an ad for a hiking trip across a mountainous landscape filled with lush greens and lovely pink flowers, it was pretty affordable too. You immediately booked a spot on the hiking trail and wrote up a letter to your boss that you'd be on vacation for a few days.

🪶 When you finally came, you were already enamored by the scenery. Everything was a pink and reddish hue from all the petals that fell from the trees. You saw a person holding up a sign that said, "Hiking Trail!" and quickly ran up to the group of people supposedly taking the same hike as you.

🪶 The tour guide explained the history of the trail, it sounded more of a legend or myth however, with him speaking of an ancient race of humans with the ability to fly.

🪶 You thought nothing of it, probably just a part of the place's culture or something, you then followed the rest of the group to start the hike.

🪶 You couldn't help this uneasy feeling of being watched while on the trail, like there was something following you as you continued along the red path surrounded by pinks and blueish greens. It was probably a wild animal or two, you were in a forest after all.

🪶 On the other hand, Kalva could do nothing but watch you from the dense flora he was perched within. He's seen humans travel through the harpy infested woods before, all of which were uninteresting as a dried leaf on the ground.

🪶 So when he laid his eyes on you, it felt like an arrow to his chest. He was taken aback by how cute you were, so soft, so graceful. With the shawl you had on he would've mistaken you for one of his kind if it were not for you walking alongside other humans.

🪶 The harpies were very weary of humans, especially tourists. Only the few that have grown up near the mountains know of their existence, one that is protected lest danger falls on them like the old dragons of legend that was wiped out by greedy humans who thought of themselves as divine saviors in a world of evil.

🪶 Even with all these thoughts swirling in his head, he thought you were different. You didn't look at all like the other tourist who were babbling to themselves about who knows what with their funny black bricks that sparked now and again. They were so clumsy and ditzy compared to you who was just admiring the scenery around you, truly in the moment unlike the others who only cared for a nice photo or two.

🪶 After about an hour, the group stopped at a rest stop to take a break, you kept watching the flora dance and sway as everyone else drank and rested their feet. You treaded deeper into the pink forest, making sure to keep the rest stop in sight.

🪶 Just then you hear rustling from above, a large shadow gliding past you from overhead. You would think it was a bird if not for the size of the shadow. The shadow circled around you, as the shaking of the leaves above grew louder and louder.

🪶 Now your uneasiness is back tenfold, your heart racing as you frantically look around.

🪶 There was nothing there however, and you breathe a sigh of relief before turning to go back to the rest stop.

🪶 You yelp as you are, however, met with giant yellow eyes staring at you. You trip on a tree root and fall on your butt as a man half covered in feathers stared at you, penetrating your very soul.

🪶 You try to scramble away but the creature keeps walking nearer and nearer, his head cocking to the sides like that of a bird.

🪶 Your back meets with a tree as you're left in the mercy of this massive birdman in front of you. You feel tears starting to form in your eyes as a taloned hand reaches to your face.

🪶 You were surprised at the gentle touch you felt on your face as Kalva wiped your tear away, cooing softly.

🪶 "uhm...hello there?" you mutter.

🪶 "hello..." He replies in a raspy but quiet voice.

🪶 "Wh-who are you?" you ask, the tension in your body dissipating as you get more comfortable with him, well not really comfortable, just a little less tense as you were before.

🪶 "My name is...Kalva..."

🪶 "Kalva..I'm (Y/N).."

🪶 His pupils dilate at the sound of your name. He mutters it to himself like a word he wished to remember.

🪶 He sniffs at you, all over your body and clothes, focusing then on your bag. You reach inside and take out some crackers you packed for the hike and gave it to him. He was confused at first, never seeing a seed or insect like it, but was then greeted with a wonderous sensation of sweet and salty. He squawks happily, nuzzling his head into your chest, making you a tad bit surprised and unsure of what to do now that a bird man creature thing is cuddling you in a forest. You placed a hesitant hand on the back of his head and started petting him, he started cooing very softly, that must mean he's happy.

🪶 You then hear the tour guide call for everyone to continue on the trail, you greet Kalva goodbye and try to walk away when you're suddenly grabbed by your shoulders and lifted up. You yelp and scream, asking to be put down but the harpy ignored your pleas and flew high up into the mountains.

🪶 Oh what a day it was for Kalva! He knew the little human was the one! They fed him, they preened him, just like a good mate would! He must have been very good as his courting! Of course, his little mate couldn't have seen it from down below, but they surely would have if they accepted him so quickly right afterwards!

🪶 Finally they reached his perch atop a tall mountain. It was a giant circular hut of some kind made of branches and lined with colorful flowers and leaves. Inside, his nest was filled with cotton of the softest kind, only the best for his mate! Little baubles and shiny trinkets hung from the curved ceiling and trinkled softly as they shook. He placed them down as they shook in fear at the height.

🪶 Kalva landed next to them cooing and chirping comfortingly, don't worry my lovely! You won't fall from here! I will protect you!

🪶 It was like this for days; you trapped a thousand miles high in a nest you can't escape from otherwise the harpy would find you and carry you back. He would leave for hours at a time, offering you food and small gifts he's found he thought you might like, some of them things left behind by other tourists like a water bottle, a book, a hat and a few others.

🪶 At night, he'd pull you into a warm embrace under his wings. He can't help but stare at you as you snore peacefully under him.

🪶 Of course you were frightened to the core the whole time, but you tried your best to explain to him that you weren't his mate and that you needed to go home, but he kept insisting that you two were meant for each other, for him to coddle and fed you and you to love and preen him when he returns home.

🪶 He dreams for you both to have chick of your own, the idea of coming home to the happy chirping of little hims and yous gave him a happy giddy feeling.

🪶 After a while you figured getting down on your own wasn't an option and Kalva was your only hope in returning to the familiar world below.

🪶 You started talking to him more, books he would bring home, you'd read to him, food collected would be shared between you two.

🪶 And somehow, throughout this whole process, you managed to grow quite close to the man.

🪶 He understood English more, now collecting other foods like stolen snacks from tourists instead of bugs and wild fruits he'd usually eat.

🪶 You found yourself missing his company when he was away. He'd chirp happily as you rushed to hug him as he lands in your shared nest after a hunt.

🪶 Soon enough, he'd trust you to explore the mountain's peak outside of the nest. There was a lovely little lake next to his abode with a tree bearing red fruits. In the distance you could hear the faint calls of other harpies.

🪶 All you wanted was a fun adventure away from work, and you were given more than what you've bargained for, a glimpse into a hidden world of creatures far beyond your imagination, with one of them being your very loving mate.