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Please yandere aizawa and yandere dark King all might put love potion on female mage s/o?

You didn’t specify whether they were separate or poly, so I’m going to do poly because it seems interesting! If it’s not what you wanted let me know. This was supposed to be n*fw but i just couldn’t write it:’o Also i don’t know how to write mages so i did my best!

Aizawa Shouta/Reader/Toshinori Yagi  Warnings for: Fantasy AU, Rebel Leader!Reader, kidnapping, non-con drugging, graphic violence, mindbreak, character death(minor)

The battlefield was hard to see through. Soldiers stirred up dust with each sword swing, and a fire raged that wafted stinging smoke into your eyes. You strode forward anyway, heart ablaze with hate, anger, revenge. Your people had suffered too long under King Toshinori’s rule. You would make him pay.

Earlier, the rebels you commanded had been winning the fight. The royal army had almost been forced to retreat. Then He had stepped on to the battlefield with his mage-adviser. A cheer had gone up from his people and things had taken a turn for the worse. Suddenly, you switched your spells from offensive to defensive, frantically using your magic to heal your rapidly falling soldiers. 

His people called him ‘All Might’. His presence on the battlefield was enough to galvanize his army. It was something you’d never understood. How they could be so loyal to that tyrant. 

You ducked under a sword swing, twirling to face your attacker and whispering a spell that had him choking on his own blood. You didn’t even pause, you left him to die. You were trying to get to the head of the battlefield, where the king was. You were going to kill him, even if you died doing it. 

With the smoke in front of you, you couldn’t see what you were heading towards, you were only following the screams of your soldiers as they died on the kings blade. 

A low whisper sounded from behind you and you whirled around. Standing in front of you was the king’s personal mage. His long black hair floated above him as he finished his spell and you collapsed to the dirt.

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You woke up chained to the wall in what looked like a dungeon. The walls and ceiling were damp and cold. 

You coughed, chest heaving as you attempted to clear the thick clog of dust out of your throat. Your entire body ached with throbbed with pain. 

“Ah, finally you’re awake.” 

You froze in your struggling, fruitlessly searching the dark room. You couldn’t see anyone, but you could feel eyes dragging across your naked body. The stare crawled over your skin like spiders, and you shifted your knees up to cover your chest. 

A torch was lit in the furthest corner of the room and you could finally make out the person who had been watching you. It was the same mage you recognized from the battlefield, and immediately you went on the offensive. 

You snarled at him, enraged. You forgot about your nakedness, not even caring as you flailed your limbs at him. You tried to call upon your magic, but it was suspiciously absent. You screamed at the tall man anyway, inwardly worrying about your lack of magic.

“You can stop with the rebellion, now, firefly.” 

Firefly?

“You will have to stay quiet and respectful in the presence of the king. If you cannot curb your un-ladylike behavior i will not be pleased.” With that, the black haired mage left your small dungeon through a stone arched doorway.

You were shocked into silence at his immovable attitude. 

At least he left the torch. 

☆

You were sagging against your chains with exhaustion and dehydration by the time the door to your prison swung open again. You couldn’t muster the energy to angrily yell anymore. You could only stare in shock, and fear, as the broad shouldered king made his way into the dungeon. 

Your face twisted in hate as you watched the man come closer. 

His adviser stood just behind him, silent stare a warning and a  threat in one. 

King Toshinori’s smile was deceptively kind as he kneeled in front of you. 

“I have been waiting a long time to meet you, firefly.” 

Firefly, again? What was the meaning of that?

The king reached out to stroke your face as he spoke. 

“Your little rebellion has caused me a lot of trouble, you know.” He chuckled and looked back at the mage. “However, my dearest Shouta has come up with quite the solution.” 

Shouta lifted a clear bottle filled with thick black sludge from his robe pocket. He approached you slowly, leaning around the king’s large frame.  You pressed against the wall in fear. You were familiar with a very large range of potions but this one was unfamiliar to you. It looked thick as it clung to the bottle’s glass, and the deep black of it seemed to swirl with nebulae. 

You knew whatever it did would be painful.

The king lurched forward suddenly, taking you by surprise as he gripped your jaw to force your mouth wide. Your struggling wasn’t even acknowledged. Shouta stepped forward and very carefully poured the mixture into your mouth. 

To your surprise it tasted fruity, like pomegranate seeds. 

You looked up at them in disbelief as nothing immediately started hurting, and….

And….

You sagged slowly, tension leaving your body. Toshinori’s hands cupped around your skull suddenly felt safe, heavenly even. 

Your gut told you something was seriously wrong, but how could it be? You were here with them, you were where you were supposed to be. 

Shouta leaned over Toshinori’s shoulder to undo the manacles attached to your wrists. They throbbed an angry red, blood lining the mark but you smiled up at Shouta anyway. 

Toshinori lifted you up and you hummed at him. 

“Where are we going?”

Shouta gave you a slow look over the king’s shoulder, mouth set flat even when his eyes were amused. 

“A war rages, Firefly, and we need your help to end it.” You tilted your head staring at him curiously. “You want to make us happy, don’t you?” 

“Yes, Shouta! I’ll do anything!” Your exclamation surprised you and your skin flushed red. It seemed to amuse the king, too, as he started laughing low and loud. 

“Such a good girl.”

☆

The battefield wasn’t exactly what you had expected. The dead had been cleared away up to a certain point and the sight of the royal military’s carriages and battlements seemed wrong to you, somehow.

Still, you followed behind Shouta and the king as they headed steadily up to the crux of the battle. The kings protected you and the mage both with a heavy shield. The arrows raining down around you were useless, you could tell. None could pierce the thick metal. 

As you passed the king’s men began to cheer, swarming around him with glee and blatantly laughing as they saw you cowering behind him. 

“The bitch brought low,” one of them whispered to another as you passed. “Of course she would bow to the king.”

Their whispers made you anxious but you pressed onward anyway. The screams of both the enemy and king’s army grew louder. 

Something felt fuzzy on the edge of your memory, and you wondered why the king had brought you here. You knew nothing about battle. 

At least, you didn’t think you did. Everything was….hazy.

The king suddenly whipped his shield away and Shouta shot away from you, a spell already falling from his lips. The king swung his broad sword and rushed on ahead, leaving you to stare after Shouta as he performed spell after spell. 

I can do that, can’t I?

You dropped down as an arrow wizzed by your head, cowering next to the body of one of the rebels. Face to face with the corpse, you looked it in the eyes. They seemed familiar, you got flashes of those same red eyes looking down into yours, pale hair tickling your cheek. 

You reached out to touch the corpse’s still face. You were missing something. Something important. 

Cuddling close to the rapidly cooling body, you began to sob. 

☆

You had no idea how you had ended up in the kings bed, let alone how you had left the battlefield. You came back to yourself cuddled amongst extravagant bed clothes and luxurious pillows. 

You closed your eyes slowly, still thinking about the body on the battlefield. Something was really wrong. 

But that couldn’t be, could it? Toshinori and Shouta would never do anything to harm you. They probably just wanted you at the battlefield for moral support. There wasn’t anything wrong about wanting your lover to support you, was there?

You heard voices coming down the hallway as you contemplated. 

“Shouta, you said this would work. Does it work or not? She couldn’t do anything, like she’d lost her battle-sense!”

“My king, I-”

“She was the most feared mage in this kingdom, besides you, of course.”

“Toshinori, she-”

“She would make a good wife, yes, but I anticipated most greatly her magic! Turning it back against those rebels would end the war far quicker!”

“Yagi, if you’d let me finish.” Shouta shoved the door to your room open suddenly, startling you as you jolted back against the extravagant bedding. 

He glanced over you nonchalantly, as if you were simply a piece of furniture in the room. 

“This potion was untested,” He sighed and began to help the giant king out of his long robe. “I had not anticipated this side-effect, true, but I do think that this is a far better outcome.”

Shouta folded the sparkling robe and set it to the side. King toshinori stepped closer to the bed and settled next to your foot. He reached out to touch you lightly and the contact made you shiver, heart thrumming delightedly. 

They continued to speak to one another, hardly paying you any attention.

“I can teach her magic again with little issue.” The king tilted his head, regarding Shouta curiously. “But from what I’ve observed, the rebels are close….An issue could have arose.” 

Shouta seemed to lose his cold demeanor for a second. “This way, her mind is empty of everything but us.” 

Toshinori turned to you, already relieved and smiling that too-wide smile.

“Well then, Firefly, isn’t everything just perfect?”

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im a flirting machine with no off button

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I am working on my current requests, so please be patient with me! My schedule has been really hectic lately, but I am moving as fast as I can cause I want every request to receive the attention from me that they deserve. 

<3 TIA

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✧\(0o0)ﾉ✧ I LOVE IT!! Thank you for doing my request. It's an honor to be the first requester, especially for such a talented writer. I hope you have a wonderful day, thank you once more.

Sorry I’m late, but I’m glad you like it! You’re a doll, really! TYSM

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May I request an Izuku x Female Reader? One where the reader was the only person to support him and he interprets this as her loving him. I'm sorry if this is a bad request, but I really like your writing so far so I was hoping that you could write something. Please and thank you.

You got it, doll! You didn’t specify your NSFW preference, so I did my best, but if this isn’t to your liking, let me know and i’ll switch things up a bit! You’re my first requester so i’ll give this one special attention☆

Pro Hero!Izuku/Female Reader, Warnings for: delusional/obsessive behavior, stalking, non-con touching

You had known Izuku since middle school and you were unashamedly part of his fan-club. Now that he was a pro you never saw him, but that didn’t change the fact that you were super proud of him. You two had been close in middle school. You’d slowly drifted apart, though, as you attended a regular high school and he attended U.A.

When you were younger you used to run after him all the time, shooing Katsuki away and reminding Izuku that there was more to being a hero than just your Quirk. Telling him that it was his compassion, his willingness to stand up for others that would make him a good hero, he didn’t need a quirk to be one. He’d beamed up at you like you were the sun, then. As long as you were around, he didn’t let Katsuki’s words affect him so much.

Katsuki had changed since then, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to support him as much as you supported Izuku. Back in highschool, when Izuku had first appeared on your television with his quirk you had been astounded. You knew he could have been a hero without one, but him having one definitely made things easier for him.

And easier they were! When he’d debuted as a pro you’d celebrated by buying some of his first official merch, and from there his popularity only grew. Soon the stores were flooded with Deku-themed everything. 

It made your heart swell, to see people appreciate him as much as you always had. He would always be a dear friend to you, even if you never reconnected with him. 

That’s why, it comes as a surprise when you literally run into him on your way home from work. Your purse goes flying but he deftly catches it before it hits the ground. 

When you see who it was that you’d bumped into you shout happily.

”Izuchan!” You clapped him on the shoulder. “Long time, no see!” 

Izuku smiled back at you, less shy than he had been in middle school. He handed you back your purse and gently gripped your elbow to drag you sideways away from the civilians crowding the sidewalk. 

“(Y/N), it’s good to see you,” His eyes crinkled as he beamed at you. “Really good!” 

“Yeah, you too.” You say, taking in his hoodie and conspicuous clothes. He was probably trying really hard not to be noticed. 

“Hey, why don’t you come back to my place for some tea and we can catch up?” You poke his cheek, smiling. “Or are you too busy for an old friend, Pro?”

He smiled at you and stepped to your side, following when you began to walk back towards your apartment. 

You both made idle chit-chat on the way to your home. You noticed Izuku looking around shiftily, and you giggled at how nervous he could still be. 

When you let him inside your apartment he looked around curiously before following you to the kitchen. 

“I’ve actually been thinking about you lately,” Izuku admitted, breaking off your previous conversation. 

“Oh?” You sat his tea down in front of him before taking a slow sip of your own.

“Yeah. It took me a while to realize it, because I was so caught up with everything else, but...”

He slid closer to you, leaving his tea cup on your counter. “You were the only one who ever encouraged me. The only one who thought I could be a hero even when I was a quirkless nobody.” 

You smiled at him. “You were never a nobody, Izuchan! You were always special to me.”

“So you still do..” It didn’t seem to be a question. But as he whispered it to himself his face took on a blissed out expression. 

You were just glad to support him. You didn’t want him to think that everything special about came from his late-blooming quirk, because that was far from the truth.

“You may be able to do more with your quirk but the thing that’s always been the most heroic about you is your spirit, Izuku.”

His smile lit up his face before he became serious again.

“It took me a long time to realize it, but now that we’re together again I know I was right, that it was true.” Izuku backed you up against your counter, caging you in with his arms. 

“You were in love with me, weren’t you? You’re still in love with me.” He smiled again, a soft thing that seemed to light up his whole face. “No one else but me, right?”

You gasped in a breath, confused at this turn of events. 

“I-Izuku, I..”

He pressed closer, the line of his body warm against your own. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “That’s okay, I love you, too.” 

He leaned down to kiss you, but you turned your face away. 

“Izuku, what are you talking about?” You said softly, hesitantly gazing up at him. 

He stroked down your neck and over the swell of your breasts with one hand. His touch caused you to gasp out as you attempt to turn your body away from him.

“You don’t have to be shy,” He whispered. “It’s just me.” 

You tried to push him backwards but his glowing feet kept him rooted to the ground. He had grown up to be a big man, but you had never thought of him as intimidating. Not until now. Now instead of making you think of protection and safety, his large arms and tall stature made sweat roll down the back of your neck. 

You wriggled in his hold, mouth still turned away from his even as he kissed the corners of your lips and your cheek. 

“Izuku, stop it, I’m scared!” 

“Darling, don’t be scared! You have no reason to fear, I’m here to protect you.” He nuzzled your face as his hand stroked lower, over your stomach and down to the waistband of your work pants.

You didn’t tell him it was him you were scared of, fear paralyzing your tongue.

He let out a happy little sigh, resting his forehead against your hair. 

“I had almost forgotten how much I loved you, can you believe that?” His question seemed to be rhetorical, he didn’t wait for your answer before speaking up again. 

“I don’t know how I could have ever forgotten you, but then I saw you a couple of weeks ago and it all came flooding back.” He unbuttoned your pants, sick of just toying with the hem. 

“I followed you home, that day.” Your breath hitched in your throat, heart beating a mile a minute. “But I had to! I had to protect you! Who knew what kind of villains could have hurt you?” 

His deft fingers slipped inside your underwear and you tilted your head towards the ceiling, blocking out the touch. 

“Just watching you wasn’t enough, though. I had to talk to you again.” He began rutting against your thigh as his fingers teased at your entrance. 

“And, oh, this is better than I thought it would be. You’re giving your love to me so willingly. We’re going to be so happy!” He smiled and leaned back, removing his fingers and dropping his pants in one quick move. 

“Now, let me show you how much I love you!”

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Thank you for telling us more about Big Boy Alpha! Also I’m super excited to hear about your ocs, don’t worry about sounding like a tool cause you don’t! 💜

Thanks for liking my Feral Motherfucker™

And thanks for the encouragement! I’m putting my best forward on this blog, or at least I’m gonna try to!

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Hi! I really liked both of your stories you have up so far. I was wondering if you have any other OCs? Or if you could maybe tell us more about your werewolf one! Thank you!

I do have quite a few OCs that I’m planning on writing for, because i do have a lot of ideas for them! Alpha is definitely my favorite, though! He’s a filthy wolf boy and that’s my jam. He’s also 6′6″ so ya know, big boy. 

Also my premise for him during He who catches is basically like he’s a really delusional sort of guy, and also doesn’t really care if he’s hurting you, if you know what i mean. He’s over enthusiastic, too, like a puppy. He doesn’t have an actual name, so in the series i’m planning for him, reader just calls him ‘Alpha’ because that’s what he refers to himself as. He’s more wolf than man, in terms of his mannerisms, although he does walk upright. I’ll probably post some art of him at some point, because he’ll be on this blog a lot! 

Thanks for the ask, and for your curiostiy about my OCs! I could talk about them for forever, really. :)

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Green Finch and Linnet Bird

Shouto Todoroki/Reader, Warnings for: captivity, prince!Shouto, non-con, breeding kink, ye old time-y abortion and birth control, forced marriage, complacency, domestic abuse, a captive actually getting a one up on their yandere, female reader, female-attracted reader(reader is in love with her maid), reader hates Shouto but does whatever he wants

“I just think you need to try harder, love.” Shouto said, yanking your head up by your hair, “I know you can do it! You only need to accept me, accept my love and everything will be fine.”

You only nodded. You knew what he would do if you disagreed with him. You’d been here for years, you knew all the punishments he had up his sleeve. Once, he’d broken both of your legs and almost choked you to death when you’d angrily told him that you’d never have his children, that you’d never love him, either.

That was two years ago. Now, four years into your captivity he owned almost every part of you. But he’d never own your love. No, that you kept to yourself, reserved only for the sweet faced maid who cleaned your’s and Shouto’s rooms. 

She was a waif of a girl, and at first you’d only worried after her for fear that Shouto was laying his filthy hands on her, as well. But after a few years that had slowly morphed to something else. She always came to you after Shouto had had his way with you. She cleaned your wounds, and she was the only one who thought that what Shouto was doing was wrong. Everyone else saw it as his right, the way he used his mouth and fists and sex to tame you.

He owned you after all. He was the prince. Heir apparent. He could kill you here and the only thing anyone would say is “Where to bury the corpse, my lord?”

No matter, your body may be alive but your spirit had died long ago, with the crack of a broken bone and a heavy chain. 

Even so, you rebelled against him in all that you could. 

Shouto picked you up and laid you out on the bed and you complacently laid still and waited for him to settle between your legs. He did so slowly, ridding himself of his britches as he leaned against your already naked and sore body.  

He was slim but muscled, and more pretty than handsome. Even so, you knew the calm exterior was a farce. You were one of the only ones who got to see underneath, to the sadistic and lonely beast the prince really was. 

You were the only one he could take his frustrations out on, and over the years his anger had only grew. His anger at his father, his siblings, his mother for abandoning him. But most of all, his anger at you.  

At your still barren womb even years after your rushed marriage, at his father’s expectations for him to produce an heir, and the way you looked at him with barely concealed contempt even as your mouth spouted sweet ‘i love you’s. 

He laid that anger bare, imprinted it into your flesh, and then when he left the room that you never could, his calm and cold mask would return once more.

He always let the anger take control, in the end. Every time he took you to bed it started and ended the same.

You gazed up at him and he slowly began to rock himself inside you. He expected you to look at him, so you did. He held you with his feverishly cold hands, looked at you with his mismatched eyes and you let him. You didn’t ignore the pleasure curling up your spine, you let it happen. 

He wanted you to enjoy it, so you did. Let your legs hitch open wider with a quiet moan. Let him take, take, take-

“This time,” Shouto whispered. “This time it will take. You’re going to be so beautiful, my love.” He sped his thrusts, eyes lustful from his own promises. 

“Yes, Shouto.” You said breathlessly. “I can’t wait, I want it so much.” 

His lips quirked up into a smile and you were glad you’d pleased him. If he was happy when he finished, he’d leave you alone today with no further issue.

“You’re going to be such a great mother, everything will be perfect, finally.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close so you didn’t have to look at him any longer. He babbled into your neck as you ran your fingers down his lithe back. 

This was the part you hated most. When he ran his mouth endlessly about it, as if it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to you. You never wanted to give him a child. Never. But you pretended, even if it made your stomach twist. 

His release took you by surprise, you had been lost in your own little world of what it would actually be like if you gave this monster children. 

You shuddered and wrapped your legs around him, riding out his orgasm. 

He lifted himself off of you with care, apparently pleased that you’d behaved yourself. He dressed himself languidly, watching you with careful eyes.

When he was fully dressed he stood next to the bed and pressed his hands against your stomach, poking at the bruises there. 

“This time...” He said quietly.

You smiled. “This time, for sure, my prince.”

He left with a sureness to his steps. smile falling from his face as soon as he opened the door. 

The maid slipped in a short while later, your ‘medicine’ in her hand. She helped you slip a soft kimono over your head and your battered heart started to beat again. Slowly, you leaned on her as you made your way to your private bamboo garden. Your lightweight chain dragged across the floor but you’d long since learned to ignore it. 

Your sweet maid helped you sit down gently on your pillow. You leaned against her as she handed you the paste that would keep the babe away. You swallowed it quickly and grimacing, washed it down with the cold tea you had been drinking before Shouto had made his way into your room hours earlier. 

The paste was finely mixed herbs, something that your young maid had to leave the castle for weekly. Her mother was an apothecary, and the mixing of these herbs was something she neither told about nor made for anyone else. 

After ingesting them you would throw up for hours on end, but they would keep your womb bare. And you’d have the maid to help you through it, always. 

The vindictive satisfaction it gave you was well worth the risk but you couldn’t help but wonder: 

What would Shouto do if he ever caught you?

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He who catches, keep’th.

Werewolf!OC/Reader, warnings for: non-con, blood, delusional/obsessive behavior, biting, violence, knotting, size difference, fainting

It’s a coincidence, really. 

You’re out too late at night, stroll too close to the edge of the woods. You aren’t even paying attention to the leaves and twigs that crunch beneath your feet. You’re too lost in your own world to notice how you stray further and further from the street’s dim light. 

You had come outside in your pajamas, barefoot and heedless of the night’s buzzing cicadas and hooting owls. You had only thought of escaping from your house. 

Your parents had been lecturing you, again. Something trivial you couldn’t even remember. One moment you were listening to them over your phone, curled up in your armchair. The next you had tossed your phone at the wall and fled from your house with only anger in your mind. 

A walk had always cooled you down before. Even when you had been living with your parents they lectured you over anything they could dream up. Your escape had always been nature. Lately you’d been mending your relationship with them but they always fell back on old habits of making you feel less. 

You stopped walking, tilted your head up to the moon and sighed. Now that you were calm you felt silly. You were an adult, you shouldn’t let them get to you like that anymore. You turned back, facing your house. 

There was a soft rustle behind you, and the feeling of eyes on the back of your neck. 

Exhaling, you strode forward slowly. Living so close to the woods you’d gotten used to the occasional coyote or wolf. It was best to ignore them. They weren’t here for you. 

The steady rustle of leaves behind you made your heart rate jump in your throat, but you kept your slow pace back towards your house. You hadn’t even noticed it but you’d strayed too far into the barrier of the forest. You’d let your blind anger cloud your judgement. 

Strengthening your resolve, you slowly tilted your head sideways to see if you could catch sight of the animal following you. 

Your breath caught in your throat at the large shadow mere feet from your back. It stepped closer to you and as the light finally touched it the breath you’d been holding whooshed out of you with a loud noise. 

The thing that had been following you wasn’t an animal at all. It was a large man, towering over you and coming closer with each step. You were frozen in fear, staring up in to his narrowed eyes.

His scarred face struck fear into you, and his ice blue eyes almost seemed to glow in the light. You stood still, trembling as his hand reached toward your neck. 

It was only when his warm skin touched yours that you were shocked out of your frightened state. The feel of his hand, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, it struck you to your core and you spun around. Gave yourself over to the animalistic urge of all prey species when face with a dangerous predator, and ran.

Run, hide, just get away from him, FUCK. 

For once, your clumsiness didn’t give you away and you raced on sure feet back to the road. There was a steady thumping behind you, but you didn’t dare turn to look. Your heart raced in your chest, rabbity pulse hard against your rib-cage. 

The was a stilted howl from the man, excited and yet almost silent. You pushed yourself to run faster, to get away from the man who was quite obviously crazy. 

You slammed into your front door, unable to slow yourself down enough. Still not daring to look behind you, you forced the door open. 

Panting, you slung the door shut, only for it to catch on the forearm of the tall man. He shoved it back open with enough force to drive the knob through the plaster of your wall. 

He rolled his neck and stepped forward slowly. The street lights cast a glow around him as he stepped into your house and closed the door behind him, far softer than he had opened it a moment ago. 

You faced him with your back to the counter separating your living room from the kitchen.

You hesitantly reached out to flip on your living room light, and finally saw him clearly. 

He looked young, with scars that criss-crossed his face and body. He was only wearing a torn pair of pants that hung loosely from his hips. His fingers had wicked curved claws at the tips of them and his mouth lolled open, drooling with sharp fangs on display. 

He would have been handsome if he weren’t so frightening, so grotesque in the way he’d chased you down, the way he’d stalked you so silently in the woods.

He began to come closer and you whimpered, turning to run into the kitchen. He caught you by the back of your shirt, claws scraping the dip between your shoulder blades. 

You couldn’t help yourself but to scream when he lifted you off the ground, tossing you hard against the wall opposite the entrance to the kitchen. You crashed down onto the floor with a pathetic wheeze, breath crushed out of your lungs. 

“Pretty mate,” he said, standing over you. “Watched you, seen you. Waited for you to come.” 

He bent down to your level slowly, breath fanning over your face. His mouth smelled like blood and dead things, made you want to be sick on your own carpet. 

He continued talking, unaware of the way your stomach twisted and rolled. 

“Then you came, full moon. Looked at me and let me chase you. Wanted to be my mate, too.” He smiled and grabbed you by your upper arms, lifting you into the air again with an ease that made you terrified of his strength. 

“L-Let me go, please.” You wheezed out. Your arms were already sore from where he gripped them. There was a sick spark in his eyes that had you trembling.

“No, I’m Alpha. I caught you.” His smile grew further as he dropped you again. “You’re mine, mine, mine. I caught you, I did.” 

He leaned down and used his claws to scratch red lines down the side of your face as you started crying. 

You kicked out at him, desperate to fight back against your rapidly approaching death. He batted your foot away from him as if it meant nothing, smile morphing into an upset frown. 

He yanked you forward by your wrist, letting out a growl as he flipped you onto your stomach harshly. He wrenched your arms behind your back and there was a sickening snap from your right arm. 

You screamed out and he ignored it, pushing your arms further until the pain had you arching your shoulders down and hips up, trying to alleviate the intense ache.  

He held your wrists in one large hand. With the other he sliced his claws through your clothes as if they were nothing but water. They fell around you and he swiped them out of the way. You continued screaming, hoping that one of your neighbors would hear and call the police. 

He thrusted his clothed hips against you, growling in your ear. Soon, he let go of your throbbing arms to pull his own pants off. You let out a sob of relief as the pressure was relieved from your definitely broken arm. 

Your relief was short lived, since a moment later he thrusted forward and pushed himself into your dry hole. You screamed loudly and lurched forward to escape the pain. You couldn’t get away from the intrusion, however, forced to take it as he sheathed himself inside you.

He was so large. It hurt worse than anything you’d ever felt before, even the broken arm you were trying to support yourself on. His teeth latched onto the back of your neck, sinking into your flesh as he growled against it. His hips started jerking, fast movements that kept him mostly deep inside you and tugged at your walls painfully. 

He reached around to muffle your loud screams with his hand. He panted through his nose, teeth clenched against each other through the mauled meat of your neck. His left hand curled around your hip and yanked you against him, claws sinking into your tender flesh.

After a few more harsh movements, the slide of his cock was suddenly easier as it sunk into you. You could feel yourself bleeding, it seeping out of you and coating him. It made it less and more painful all at once. The slide easier but the tear burning as it was slid against. Your walls clenched around him rhythmically, trying to push the painful intrusion out. You only succeeded in pulling him in deeper. 

He released your neck and you felt blood gush down your back. You kicked at his legs with your own, screaming again when it only jostled him inside you.  

“Mine, Mine...” He sped his thrusts, his eyes rolling back. 

You tensed and smacked at him with your left hand. He held you up around the waist with his large arm. He was at least a foot taller than you, and he dwarfed you in every way. Your struggling didn’t even slow him down as he ravaged your body and took what he wanted.

“So g-good, my mate.” He nipped your ear, whispering to you sweetly like he hadn’t broken your arm and raped you so viciously that you’d bled. “So pretty, my- mine, mine always.” 

His voice dipped to a growl as you felt something swelling within you, taking the already uncomfortable ache back to the searing pain it had been at the start. No amount of slick readied you for the swelling of his cock. You screams reached a fever pitch as finally, the pain caused you to faint, eyes rolling back into your head.

                                   ☆☆☆☆

The Alpha shoved his knot deep into his mate, locking them together. He spread his legs to either side of his petite moonbeam, using his strong hips to pin them to the ground. He felt the breath leave them even in their slumber so he eased up slightly, smiling. 

He rubbed his cheek against his mating mark, bloodied and raw. He couldn’t wait for his knot to die down so he could take his new treasure back to his den. He’d been watching them for so long, waiting for the moment they’d return his affections and venture into the forest to be claimed. 

And he couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night! A full moon, and his love had looked so beautiful when they’d finally seen him. It had been everything he’d imagined. 

They’d be together for always. He had caught them and knotted them and the rules of the forest were clear:

He who catches....

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FAQ

Hi! You can call me cryptid. I love yanderes and dark, sick things. I love to write these things! Requests will almost always be open until this blog gets up off the ground, so have at it! But, some ground rules:

IN YOUR REQUEST:

Please specify if you would like female, male, or they/them pronouns. Please specify what you do want from the request, such as no non-con or receptive readers. I will try to make most requests as long as possible, except for headcanon requests.

Fandoms I Love To Write For:

Boku No Hero Academia

Detroit: Become Human

Fallout (3, New Vegas, 4)

Haikyuu!!!

Marvel CMU

Outlast

Overwatch

The Foxhole Court

Fandoms I Will Consider Writing For:

Whatever you send in as long as I am familiar with the source material. 

Things I Won’t Write: (Non-Negotiable)

Vore

Watersports

Scat