Hello! I love what you write! Since I'm the first and new one on your blog. XD
Can you make an Alpha!Sylus x Omega!Insecure!Chubby!Reader? Please?
Where the reader hates the Alphas for a horrible past with one, until he meets Sylus but still rejects him and Sylus becomes obsessed with conquering her in some way and was giving her a plush. Can there be yandere and a lot of fluff?
Greetings and I hope you have a nice day!
Alphas you hate and then you meet, Sylus. The man who runs the underground and secretly the whole of Linkon City. A dominant alpha who was still actively courting you despite the rejection and comes the cycle of push and pull. Will you let your guard down and accept him or Sylus would take the matter on his own hands to conquer the omega he sought for who have a deep hatred for alphas like him. One thing you should know โ Sylus gets what he wants even it is needed to be taken by force.
โธ โโโโ content warnings. omegaverse au + stalking + grammatical errors + not proofread + mentions of abuse + drugging + kidnapping + implied forced bonding + power imbalance + yandere themes + trespassing
โธ โโโโ notes. thank you for the request and being patient with this one. there's going to be a part 2 for this. author is struggling writing fics and is a slow one. you can also support me here.
An earthy scent with hints of sandalwood โ infused with the undertone aroma of iron, leather and smoke. There was also the unmistakable scent of musk along with amber mingling with the fragrance of various scent of flowers especially the intoxicating scent of daturas. Spicy yet perfectly suited for a man like Sylus whom you meet many moons ago and since then โ gifts had shown up in your doorstep every single day.
The multiple bags of popular nesting products sits on your doorstep along a large plushie of a crow. White ruffles of a collar decorated around its neck. The large round eyes of the plushie stares back at you and you did the same. A odd design for a smart creature and maybe it was an attempt to make it look less intimidating. It's reminiscent of something noble.
A million thoughts running inside your head โ thinking of how to properly dispose of them. You don't need such items. They take space of whatever left in your small home and it fills the unnecessary thoughts in the crevices of your brain. Although, you appreciate the gesture of the nesting products that was built for comfort โ luxury doesn't sit with you well.
The potent smell of his pheromones created a minor headache making your head throb. The smell wasn't that unpleasant but to your fear riddled mind along with your distrust for alphas. It didn't do any good even it was scented with good intention. The coldness of the keys resting in the pockets of your coat seeps in your fingers before grasping it. Your soft flesh digging in the toughness of the metal scraping against each other before snapping to your current dilemma.
A common omega may have already swooned at this addicting scent but to you โ it was the proof of the power that alphas hold and the things they can do.
You stare at the bags containing of nesting materials with nonchalance before pushing them aside with your foot. Inserting the key in the locks of your door and with a turn of the lock, there's a click. You push the door open before entering.
Leaving the gifts at your front door. You were about to step on your house slippers and with a huff, you unlocked your door and grabbed the items sitting at your doorstep before closing the door. The new items was stuffed to your storage room along with the others. Collecting dust with no future to be used as intended and was bound for return.
The gifts were nice but you have no intention to accept it. Alphas only brought you misery. The helplessness it made you feel just because you were born different and maybe if you got treated right and was nurtured as the kind world intended you to be, you could have wanted it but just like the untouched gifts โ you were bound to be left alone.
Outside of your house, thick dark clouds blanketed above the sky with no moon light to shine in the entirety of the neighborhood and it comes within the darkness a creature of the night. A crow perched in a branch. Its eyes unnaturally glowing red, scanning its surrounding before locking on at a certain house. Watching as the owner of the house enters its home and going back outside to gather the package sent by his master.
It was a successful delivery. Upon confirming that the package was received, it flapped its wings. The metal plating covering certain part of the mechanical body blends with the darkness before taking off flight. Disappearing in the darkness of the night and only a dark feather floating on a windy night was left on the road.
Sylus's trip to Linkon City was purely business. Handling multiple businesses wasnโt an easy feat, especially when his legal business in the city served as a front for his other operations. It was a way to avoid those pesky authorities from sniffing their noses where it doesn't belong and he lives on being discreet.
The skies were dark. The moon nowhere to be seen as thick black clouds covered the source of the light. From the distance comes a rumble of thunder rolling. A downpour were about to come and rain drops will soon shower the entirety of the city. Sylus continue to weave the streets.
Passerbys and streetlights were a blur to his sight with his motorcycle on full speed until it came to a halt outside of a high-end building. One of the many buildings he owned around Linkon City and after taking his helmet off, he casually strides โ entering the building with ease.
By the time Sylus was finished, rain drops were lashing against the glass windows. Lightning stretches across the sky with thunder roaring. He steps outside, about to put his helmet on when he hears the splashing of puddles. A soft pant can be heard and then came the scent of earth when life blooms from the very depths of it from a sudden burst of rain invades his nostrils. It's faint but with Sylus's keen senses, he picks it up.
He cocks his head to the side. His attention shifting to the stranger joining him under the shelter of his building. Their scent wafting in the cold air and instinctively, Sylus was drawn to the scent. Interested and curious about the owner of this pure and tantalizing scent.
The stranger and her scent gives your identity of being an omega. โOh no....โ He hears you mutter under your breath. Watching as you glance to your shoulders, your sweater sodden in the sleeves and he can see a rain drop rolling down your round cheek. Blinking softly, you were about to wipe it off with your sleeve when your nose wrinkled and your round eyes widens all of a sudden when you realized there's a nearby alpha.
You didn't realize there was one due to your senses being dulled by petrichor similar to your own scent but sensitive enough to detect when there's an alpha nearby.
You didn't hesitate to take a step back. Suddenly wary of your surroundings and it wasn't the pitter patter of the rain nor lightning flashing across the sky or the splashes of puddles that distracts you. It was him. You distanced yourself from the tall man. The scent of leather and smoke wafting in the cold air.
Sylus raises an eyebrow at the sudden shift of your behavior. He was not mated and so were you. Omegas tend to be attracted to the kind of alphas like him but why are you avoiding him. If it weren't for the heavy rain, you would have left. This was new for him but it wasn't a rare occurrence for a omega to be wary towards alphas that are powerful as him.
The boss of the underworld observes you while you ignored his presence. Sylus continues to study you. Here you are under the shelter of the building he owned โ clutching your arms. The pristine white sweater sticking to your skin from being soaked and Sylus knows that you were cold. It doesn't take long for him to take his black leather jacket before approaching you. His alpha was already telling him to take care of this cautious omega.
โHere. Take this.โ He casually offers his jacket to you. The sharp scent of sandalwood tickles your nose after getting a whiff of it but it just made you scrunch your nose up. โNo, thank you.โ You politely decline. Taking another step back.
You didn't dare look up or meet his gaze โ only you notice is his hands. Long and thick fingers in a leather fingerless gloves and his combat boots. โIt's cold. You don't want to get sick under this weather.โ His tone commanding but there's concern lingering. He decided to pry you again but it just made you uncomfortable. You raised your head and you meet those steely red eyes of his. It was like rubies before you avert your gaze away from him. His silver hair shifting in the cold wind.
You bit your lip in frustration. The nearer he is, the stronger his scent was and it just irritates you. โI can take care of myself, thank you.โ Your voice raising a bit and you hoped it was enough for him to stop pushing his jacket to you. Stupid alpha. Stupid jacket and their nonexistent awareness of physical space towards omegas.
Your sight shifts to the sleek black customized Harley-Davidson motorcycle parked behind him. โShouldn't you be going somewhere now?โ Sylus chuckles at you and he wasn't a dense person that he doesn't understand what you're implying. You want him gone.
โYou're a stubborn one, kitten.โ A smirk blooming in his face. โI am going now.โ He says almost amused, noticing the hostility laced in your voice but before he goes, he drapes his jacket around your shoulders. Engulfing you with his scent.
โI'll be seeing you again, sweetie.โ Is what he says before leaving you and coincidentally a taxi stopped in front of the building despite the heavy downpour and you take this an opportunity to get home. His leather jacket loosely hanging on your shoulders. It made you shiver โ not from the cold and you let out silent curse.
When you got home, you chucked his jacket. It was a stinking one in your traumatized brain but it smells good to your omega part that wasn't entirely ruined, at least you still recognized alphas but you hoped you were completely stripped of your inner omega. You slowly feel the irritation creeping up at a strangers piece of clothing.
There's no way you're keeping someone's belonging. A personal belonging owned by an alpha. You don't want their scent taking over your house. Rummaging the contents of his jacket's pockets, you find a business card. His name, you presume is written in big bold letters and under it, it's his contact number and the address. You recognized it as the building where you first meet him.
You immediately arranged a time to meet him. Returning the jacket that was stuffed in a paper bag. You don't want a stinking alpha marking your territory. Compromising your safety isn't a thing you want to happen again. You have no use for a repeat of a history that you were desperately trying to bury. You want a life for you and only yours. You don't need an alpha for it to be complete.
โYou kept it.โ He mused. Taking his jacket from yours. โI did and I'll be going now.โ You hurriedly turned around and you were stopped when he says something. โNot fond of me are you, kitten.โ You stop in your tracks. Glancing at the man behind you. โYeah and it's not only you. It's the whole lot of alphas like you.โ The harshness of your tone wasn't really a mean one. He finds it endearing and he already loves your voice.
Sylus leans on his motorbike. Tapping his temple with his fingers and subtly looks at you. Tilting his head like he was thinking of something before a low chuckle is born from him. You hate alphas. Sylus comes to his conclusion. Your hostility and the forced response and the rather adorable wrinkling of your nose. He doesn't need any other reasons to ask you about your hatred.
โVery well.โ His brief remark held no intention of further conversation and again you left without turning back.
The crow named Mephisto landed on his shoulder while he lounges on his bedroom. Leaning on his sofa, leg draped to the other โ exudes an air of authority. There's a brief caw coming from the bird perched on his shoulder. Mephisto was done with his nightly routine of making sure you got home safely and his gifts delivered in your hands.
He looks at the jacket. The one that he draped around your rounder shoulders the first time you two met. He got hundreds of it but the one he wanted was in your hands. Your scent lingering in the cloth and Sylus takes the piece of clothing and bringing it to his nose. Indulging your scent like it was the finest wine.
Your scent were like petrichor โ sprinkling the once dry earth with life. The first breathe of something new, when sprouts blossomed on the once drought riddled land. Whereas his scent like wildfire engulfing everything and consuming in its wake, yours were the rain. Extinguishing the anger it brought and to be replaced of something warm โ soothing, that touched the soul. A lamb tending to its own wounds โ healing what once was broken.
He burns your scent in his mind that haunted him these days and he thinks of you. Bursting with life despite the setbacks. Sylus knew you more than you know yourself. His money and influence brought him your full family history and your personal background.
Born and raised as a omega in the countryside and was orphaned at a young age. The loss of your parents especially to a young omega like you presented the opportunity of exploitation for alphas. Society was unforgiving and lacks the appropriate laws for omegas considering they were the lowest in the hierarchy. You were passed around facilities and you ended up with a alpha that had a taste for tormenting clueless uneducated omegas like you.
Subjected to multiple kinds of abuse and being forcefully being bonded and mated and almost forced to bear pups and when you got rescued, you were a mess.
Aggression was your first defense. Your omega crying for being separated to your alpha. Then comes the starvation โ omegas gets depressed when they're apart with their alphas. It's a cruel way of nature to bind you to another. The months comes in slow. Rehabilitation was needed to break that bond that bounds you that scum alpha of yours. It took you a whole three years and a rather nasty scar of a mark that was forced to you.
After the bond was severed, you had gone through multiple therapies until you were fit enough to be back in society and by the time you got back โ new laws has been passed to protect omegas โ from unwanted bondings and exploitations and any kind of abuse.
You live your years in peace and independence until you met him.
Sylus decided he was going to be your mate.
Sylus barely reacted to it. He knows it will be your very response. Your rejection is as strong as his desire for you. Finally, a mate who's worthy of him. You're the one he's been waiting for his whole life. He just have to prove it that he's worthy of being your mate and chase your fears away. Let you live your life with everything your heart desires. His wealth were endless and he's capable โ more than capable to handle a omega like you. He won't subject you to any kind of fear unless you keep being stubborn.
Mephisto flaps his wings. Bobbing its head up and down, awaiting for another order from him. A thought crossed his mind. He's tired of waiting for you then he smirks. Change of plans. He'll pay you a visit tonight. His greed of wanting you had never faltered.
There is something comforting about the night sky, although there wasn't a star to be seen tonight โ it brought you comfort. The sound of the wind and streetlights illuminating the empty streets was paradise to you despite an omega shouldn't be alone walking in the streets.
Freedom wasn't a thing you took for granted and it's been only two years since you were free but the scars were still fresh and the phantom pains were present to tell you how you were still struggling. Moving forward was your choice with no intention of looking back.
The walk to your home wasn't that far from where you work. A five minute train ride and your bound walking to your home. Located in the quiet neighborhood where omegas like you can live peacefully but lately it wasn't anymore.
Starting from the night you met him. Sylus. You learned his name from the business card he left on his jacket that he insisted putting on you. When you returned it, you expected that it would be the end of it not until he expressed his desire to court you in which you refused without hesitation. You thought it will end after that but the gifts flooding your doorsteps told you another answer.
The wind grew colder and you realize this night is going to be different than the others. You double checked the locks that night and when your head hits the pillows โ you fall into a deep sleep. The worries melting away as you fall into a deep slumber.
The moon shines brighter as its light filtered through your windows. The white curtains ripples like waves when the wind blew. The shadows were dancing and the curtains in your windows danced until a dark shadowy figure appears. Blocking the stream of moonlight illuminating your room. It doesn't mean that locking your doors you will be safe from the creatures of night โ it's not enough to deter someone like him.
As Sylus steps inside your room being engulfed with the faint scent of rain, his eyes immediately darts to the sleeping figure of yours in your bed.
The bed dips by his added weight when he sat besides your sleeping body.
Many nights he spent watching you through the lens of Mephistoโs eyes. Witnessed the small mundane tasks that always made you smile. He admired you. He wanted to provide you a life with him by your side. Protecting and worshipping you and mark you as his.
A soft whoosh can be heard every time you breath and Sylus can see in the near future that it will be the very first sound he will hear before he sleeps and after waking up.
There were bits of innocence in you face despite a rougher start of your life. You managed to pull through and be what you are today. Red irises skims over your body and Sylus can see a sliver of your skin in your stomach. Stretch marks littering on your round belly and his fingers danced along the hem of your shirt before tugging it down.
The brush of his skin in your own send shivers down his spine. His pupils a little bit blown with desire. โKitten.โ He whispers to you. Sylusโs knuckles caressing the skin of your rounded cheek. Admiring this soft omega that was going to be his mate.
He takes your hand in his. Intertwined on his much larger hand and covered by calluses from handling firearms and his hobby of beating the shit out of people who dared to cross him. His grip were gentle as he holds your hand. He brings it to his lips and bestowed a simple kiss to your knuckles.
โLet me worship you, kitten. I will give you the world you deserve if you'll have me.โ He murmurs. He only got a twitch of your lips.
โHmm...โ You began to stir in your sleep โ Sylus is quick to retrieve the handkerchief in his pocket laced with essential oils that induces deep sleep for omegas.
It wasn't right to drug you like this but his patience were running thin and there's a lot of people outside who wants to hurt you. It is only him who can make you safe and adored.
He gently presses the fabric to your mouth and letting you inhale it. Your body went back to relax and just like that you were sleeping. Putting you in a deep sleep that you won't even notice or know that he have taken you and disappearing in the night. You were gone โ with him. Cradled in his arms like you were most precious of treasure he took which you are.
In the middle of the night you were gone. The only left of evidence is the jet-black feather resting in your crumpled sheets.
Strange. Did you forgot to set your alarm? Or accidentally snooze it off half-asleep. It feels like you were still floating in cloud nine and you never slept that good for so long. You were still in haze โ wrapped by the drowsiness of a sleep and then you absentmindedly runs your fingers in the sheets.
It's soft. The way your fingers easily glides in the silk sheets that must be a higher quality than your own sheets. Strange. Soft. The words repeats. You stay for a moment.
Slowly blinking and the realization dawns on you like being struck by lightning โ you jolt up. Looking around, your things were gone. There's no single trinkets that belongs to you.
It wasn't your room and that scent โ it belongs to Sylus.
