#naga/snake prey

[lesbianoms]

Hhh imagining being trapped in a snake belly…

Being able to stretch out my body in the long gurgly tube and lounge about as I’m slowly digested… to push up against my slimy cocoon so that the imprints of my struggles are visible on the tapestry of scales, and everybody knows I’ve been eaten…

Having a naga or lamia claim me over the course of weeks and weeks <3 feeling the hot and slippery texture of her belly as it wears me down and pushes me deeper into her… getting squeezed into those small winding intestines that are further along down her tail

Ravaged so badly by that gut of hers that I’m just a soft and squishy bulge on her coils, that shifts and gurgles as she slithers around… definitely beyond rescue, now just gurgling away to be absorbed by her body 🫧

Nnnnnmm snake bellies~

[tylermannart]

Snake Pits

A commission for Jakoto of his character Ja-vok coiled up by the Adult Section Naga, and smooshed into his armpits. Sounds like he's in for a good evening!

[artechoceneexplorer]

A Titan of the Indian Ocean: The Tyrant Shesha

Slithering through the lush reefs and seagrass meadows of the Indian Ocean lurks a slow, calculating predator, one of the biggest and most dangerous one can find in these waters. The largest non-tiamat snake of the Artechocene, the Tyrant Shesha (Nagaraja imperator).

This titan is a naga, a member of a group of large python descendants that share mostly aquatic habits, large tail scales, sometimes forming a crocodilian-like tail paddle. Species that live in reefs like this one stay still in between rock crevices or below sediment for hours, waiting for prey to come close enough to launch their heads at it, no matter if the target is several times larger than one might expect a predator that size to take. After that, they usually stay without eating until it's fully digested usually coming out to shore to rest or breed.

The Tyrant Shesha however, is different, it has grown so large it can no longer support its own body, and remains underwater pretty much all of their adults lives, as only their young are small enough to go out of the water. Their size has its benefits though, as they are able to tackle the largest prey around: from sharks, to seabirds, to small to medium sized thalassochelonians, to the young of the largest animals of the Artechocene ocean, like Tiamats or Iricts.

One population, living in the Somalian seaway, takes advantage of the migratory patterns of the Spotted Tiamat, the smallest of the Tiamats.

They stalk the shallows where they come every few years to give birth en masse, and instead of feasting of the fast, relatively hard to catch newborns, they strike the large tired mothers as they finish delivering the next generation, and constrict them until they drown, dragging them to the seafood and swallowing them whole, a feast that can make them go for a few months without eating.

[hotyanderedaddies]

Hey so what about naga yandere? That's been watching reptile obsessed darling from afar waiting for the right moment to pounce

Yandere Naga Loves to Watch Ophidiophobic You

**Ophidiophobia: intense and overwhelming fear of snakes

[Yandere! Naga x GN! Ophidiophobic! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

Daddy wakes up extra early in the morning so that he can slither out of his den and towards the edge of the forest, his green eyes honing in on a certain building that is within his view.

The window upstairs to the far left was lit up from the bedroom light, signifying that you were awake and getting ready for the day.

Daddy's heart raced in his chest as he listened to the heavenly noises of you humming to yourself as you showered and dressed up into your school uniform. And once you were all ready, you skipped out of the front door and started to walk to school.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, Daddy's face stretched out into a wide, cadaverous grin, his forked tongue flicking out of his mouth so that he could taste your scent.

"Good morning, Darling," he whispered, low enough so that you couldn't hear him from his hidden position, "today's going to be a good day."

He knew this too, because your backpack was packed a little more than usual, bulging out with your extra change of clothes because your Biology class was taking an overnight field trip to the local national forest where you'd be spending the night in the woods... which was in Daddy's territory.

"Soon," he promised you.

The very first time that Daddy had laid eyes on you, he'd been searching for a meal, and you had been wondering along one of the trails in the woods to take pictures of local wildlife for a class project.

He'd totally planned on eating you when he'd caught sight of your cute face, making him freeze in his hiding spot behind the trees. Instead of devouring you, he'd curiously watched as you wandered around the woods, treating nature with a sense of whimsy and respect, earning his devotion.

He'd immediately loved that you were a kindhearted soul and that you were a smol who was very adorable, and he'd wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and carry you off to his den to be all his.

There was just one tiny issue:

Daddy is a naga, and whereas his human half is very handsome by most standards and he looks very strong and gorgeously rugged, his lower half is that of a gigantic serpent that slithers silently about the woods as he stalks his prey. And you're a human who's very--

"AHHH! A snake!" you shrieked as soon as you caught sight of the tiny field snake that was about the size of a child's index finger. You took off sprinting down the road, flailing your arms wildly as you desperately tried to put as much distance between you and the baby snake as possible.

The snake looked up at Daddy confused, and he just shrugged at it, knowing that it meant no harm.

But still, Daddy was extremely disappointed that the love of his life has a phobia of snakes.

Granted this definitely was a damper on your relationship, Daddy refused to let you go. He made sure to watch you every chance he got, keeping a protective eye on you at all times. He could easily see your house from the forest, and made sure to slither around it in the dark, marking it with his scent so that other creatures knew that you were off limits.

He always followed you whenever you walked to school, hissing ferociously at any animal that was stupid enough to even think about charging at you.

You're his Darling, and Daddy can't wait until the two of you can finally be together.

But he's getting really impatient.

Which was why he was over the moon about your overnight school trip.

As the day progressed and you spent time in the forest with your classmates, Daddy made sure to be as close as he could. The park ranger/tour guide made things difficult, but he still managed to keep his distance while maintaining sight of you. You eagerly took in every word that you could on your trip, happily learning all about nature and the creatures that live in it.

Daddy made a mental note to take you on daily trips through the forest so that he can show you all the sights, after he steals you away.

As the day turns into night, Daddy watches as everyone go their cabins.

It's quiet for a while until he hears a little creaking emanating from your cabin, and the door swings open as you tiptoe out. You head towards the bathroom cabin that is at the end of the row of tiny cabins. There's no one else outside either.

Daddy's smile stretches out even more as he realizes that this is his chance. He slithers to the bathroom cabin and quietly waits by the door for you to exit.

"Gotcha," Daddy gleefully whispers the second you step foot outside.

He pounces and wraps his snake half around you, trapping your limbs at you side. With his human arms, he tightly wraps them around you, securing a tight hand over your mouth.

You start to panic over the feeling of a strong figure around you, but the panic turns into sheer horror as soon as you feel the smooth, scaly quality to the figure. You try to look downward, but it's really dark, preventing you from seeing much. Yet, the tightening squeezing sensation forces your imagination into overdrive and all you can think of is the most terrifying thing in the world:

Snake.

You try to thrash about as much as you can, desperate to get free. But it's useless.

Daddy is much, much stronger than you.

"Shh," Daddy coos in you ear. "It's okay, Darling. Daddy won't hurt you. Daddy's just gonna take you home with him. Okay?"

He doesn't wait for your answer, and instead starts to slither off into the dark forest at a high speed, his prize trapped tightly in his clutches.

Daddy has you, and he's never ever going to let you go.

You'll learn to love snakes, he'll make sure of it.

[valentine-cafe]

(jingyi 1311, male reader)

being a friend who hangs out with him while he works, stopping by to drop off some homemade lunches and chat as an excuse to see him. (maybe often enough that you get teased by his coworkers)

unbeknownst to him, you.....really, really think it's hot how sweaty and grimey he gets as he works. the smell of motor oil and grease only worsens it. it's hard to hide your fluster when he's right there, when you're fantasizing about all the things you'd do, or want him to do to you. you so badly want to lick the beads of sweat running down his neck, intoxicated by all of the scents on him... alas, you've got to keep your poker face and act like normal, but perhaps your gaze wasn't as subtle as you wished.

who knows if he'd even want to mess you up as badly as you want him to.

˖⁺. ﹙ top naga mechanic x bttm male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . close eye !! 🍒 :  mechanic ˖ naga ˖ villain character﹙ verse 1311 jìngyí. ﹚

you can't help but be turned on by your mechanic naga friend. . . you just have to watch him work.

jìngyí is the furthest thing form unaware at all your little visits, the lunches, the talks. the way that your eyes always seem to trail along his neck after he’s pushed himself from the undercarriage. or his hands while he’s working on one of his newest inventions.

how you accidentally bump into him on your way in. just so that you can feel the touch of his arm against you. feel the strange mix of heat and cold that radiates off of him.

he is a patient man. a snake that quite enjoys to lure his prey to him. bit by bit. size them up. note if they can take him.

oh and you were just so willing. he wonders how many times he has kept you up at night. or had you scampering home to needily jerk off the second your front door is shut.

every time he catches your stare all he can imagine is how you would whine beneath his strong hands. he debated on what he should do to you first. jerk you off? finger your poor little hole? maybe make you grind on him since you’re such a needy slut.

and it’s not like he makes it any easier for you. he always makes sure to throw off his top overalls at some point when you are there. intentionally leans over to grasp at his tools. speak into your ear in a murmured apology. or an answer to whatever question you asked today.

it isn’t until one day he catches the little tent you so desperately tried to hide away. yet still had the nerve to trot on in and talk to him.

what else can he do but make you bounce on his dick? you wanna act like a whore so let him treat you like one.

he’ll type away at his holographic screen with new schematics for his inventions. shooting you a small glare when you stutter your hips. only for him to clap your thigh, squeeze it and bring you down into a hard slam. his balls slapping against your ass.

“don’t stop now.”

if you’re lucky he might stroke at your dick. trace a free finger along your tip before flicking it. then going back to his work like nothing happened. “always looking like you wanna gag on my dick. so ride it. come on.”

when you’re whining and begging for him to do it is when he’ll get annoyed. slam you over the hood of one of the cars he has been working on and start rough-fucking you into the metal. until you’re gasping, crying his name - clinging onto whatever you possibly can.

“j-jìngyí -! h-hngh fuck please -”

all you’ll get is a greased hand around your throat. yanking you up to a pair of cold lips as his hips slam forward and start fucking that one, blinding spot rapidly.

“please? just giving you what you wanted. come on baby,” a deep hiss eases from his body. as he crushed you against the hood and pounds your poor ass to putty. till you’re spilling over and limping the next few days back to him and his workshop. ready to mess it up further.

[crisiscutie]

Naga Sephiroth/Naga Darling headcanons.

I've been in the mood for more monster boy Sephy, so why not have some headcanons?

Content Warning: Teratophilia, Some NSFW. Dubcon.

Sephiroth was introduced to you by both of your breeders, in hopes of creating powerful offspring of war beasts.

And oh boy, he was not happy about being relocated to a new habitat.

He didn't seem too interested in you seemingly, keeping you at a distance from afar. His lack of hostility towards you was rather a good sign, since he can be quite vicious towards the breeders.

He'd even swipe at them if they kept invading his personal space. He was no fan of them, but the one that grinds his gears the most was Hojo.

He overheard him discussing breeding him with you before he was relocated, which only made Sephiroth rather quiet and even shy at times with you.

You didn't stop trying to get to know him, but you took it slow, leaving trinkets and makeshift meals from what the breeders provided you on his side of the habitat.

His intense, slitted pupils closely observed your every movement, whether you were slithering along the trees or taking a refreshing dip in the pond.

You were watching him a few times yourself. His beautiful gray iridescent scales always caught your attention.

You were startled to hear him speak for the very first time. It happened while you were playing with an unfortunate prey that had been placed in the habitat by one of the breeders to stimulate your hunting instincts.

"...Not bad. But this is how you can catch it faster,"

Sephiroth flicked his tongue, startling the prey into a momentary freeze.

Then, his massive, serpentine body slithered with a blurring grace, snatching the prey from your gasp and pinned it to the ground with a single claw. The prey didn't even have time to squeal before it was over.

Impressed, you challenged him to a hunt, betting that you could do better the next time the breeders released prey. He chuckled and accepted the challenge.

In that next time, you two became so competitive against the other, you ended up forgetting about the cowardly prey and just focused on the other, sparring with your tails and magic.

Of course, he was stronger, but you still put up a good fight, which only made him a bit more aggressive.

But you paused for a second when you saw his eyes darkening, his slit pupils constricting with an intensity you hadn't seen before.

His human half pinned you down, while your snake half was entangled and restrained by his own.

"m-my apologies..." Sephiroth whispered.

Unbeknownst to you, his twin cocks, engorged and slick, emerged from their sheaths.

You gasped when you felt them sliding into your cloaca with ease and little resistance.

Sephiroth averted his gaze, resting his head on your tits. His cocks were pulsating inside your warm, comfy hole.

They pumped deeper, harder, making your twin clits twitch with intense need.

Your snake half violently trembled, but with Sephiroth's half coiled around yours, you couldn't move much.

You moaned softly, wanting his cocks to go even further within you and his cum to fill your womb up.

You both fucked quietly for hours. The breeder meant to keep watch only noticed when she walked in to give you two your meals.

While tiptoeing around the intertwined snake halves of you and Sephiroth, she kept her hand over her mouth to silently note of your successful breeding.

When she drew too near, Sephiroth hissed, his predatory gaze a final warning.

She took the hint and ran back to safety, scared but eager to report on her findings.

In the meanwhile, he was still sheathed inside you, pumping cum.

Just a prototype for a different AU. May do more in the future.

[naffeclipse]

Cold Scales

Naga!Moon x Reader. Sickness.

The first sign of your fever hits you with a pulse of heat. You brushed it aside, believing the sun had been beating on you too long, and the jungle warmth was simmering your blood. Sun leads you to the cave come nightfall. The buzz of mosquitoes fills the air with a menacing hum.

Sun has always been warm to you, even when he told you that you are warmer. His melting yellow and golden jewel tone scales, his cornflower blue eyes, wide and endearing, fit alongside the heavy humidity in the afternoons. The small scarlet markings on his throat and hips are metal-red hot, too. He always kept you warm.

Moon is cool. You’re not sure if that’s due to the cold tones of his scales, gray-blue on his belly and along his arms, and deeper into midnight blue along his back and on top of his hood. He hides in the darkness after sunset. His red eyes, even darker still, only flash once it’s too late for his prey. You’ve seen how fast he strikes—before, when you were acting foolish and trying to escape their aid, and after, when you watched him and Sun hunt a meal.

You slip out of Sun’s embrace. His arms fall away, lethargic from the day you both put your energy into scavenging for berries and nuts and small mammals. A soft hiss leaves his lips. You wait a moment to ensure he doesn’t stir, though his coils unconsciously tense, searching for the little human he was holding.

Sun had mentioned you felt warmer than usual, but you convinced him you were only tired and worn out from the hot day. Still, he frowned when you laid down beside him on the cool cave floor.

The fever pulses deep within you. You feel it burn across your forehead with a ripple of sweat. Staggering out of the cave, what strength you have is quickly sapped by whatever attacks your body. You need less heat. You need to be cold and imagine gulping down icy water to soothe the dryness infecting your throat.

A small trail that’s been trampled by your feet and the width of snake tails leads you through the trees. Even in the dark, under the delirium of a fever, you find the edge of the glinting water reflecting the canopy of thick verdant leaves overhead.

You kneel, almost collapsing forward before you manage to catch yourself with both hands splashing into the pebble-bottom stream. The heavy breaths in your chest heave in and out. You sigh and tell yourself you’re being a baby—one little fever, and you’re struggling to concentrate on the water before you.

In the reflection of the stream, you catch two red eyes glowing above you, leaning out of a tree to survey your feeble attempts to quench your burning thirst. A hood of midnight and diamond yellow stars surround the visage. 

“It’s nothing, Moon,” you whisper to the water. Slowly, you cup your hand and carefully bring it to your lips. The crisp coldness douses your heated lips, filling your mouth with a jolt due to the sharp contrast of cold and fire within you. When you swallow, you shiver.

The softest rustle echoes. A few branches quiver, then, you feel his presence behind you, cool as a tree’s shadow. 

A large, blue-gray hand snakes around your forehead. Knuckles press against your temple, and you sigh in relief at his blissful, fresh touch. 

“Fever,” Moon rasps, carrying the end of the word with a soft hiss of disdain, as if saying it with a curse will make it no longer reality.

“I just need a drink.” You cup your hand in the lazy flow of water again. “I’m fine.”

“Too warm,” he says when you greedily gulp another mouthful. 

Water spills cut down the corners of your mouth. He presses closer to you. His thumb smoothly wipes away the drips falling off of your chin, then he shifts. Your mauve shirt with the sleeves cut off allows his frosty arms to offer a barrier against the next wave of heat crashing against you. He’s never felt so cold before—or have you never felt this feverish before?

“It’ll go away.” 

You try to get to your feet but Moon’s hand on your waistline stops you from rising.

“Come here,” he rasps. “Let me see you, orchid.”

You would have given him a look at the pet name, but you don’t have the strength to muster the effort. He eases you back against his chest. His palms slide and cup your shoulders, his sharp fingertips slipping slightly under the frayed edges of your shirt and resting on the end of your collarbone. Is that a shiver from the elicit touch or sickly chills beginning to take hold?

“You’re flushed,” he hisses softly. A slight slip of his tongue, forked at the end, peeks out of his mouth as he leans closer. You moan unwittingly at his cool, flat cheek pressed against your clammy face.

“It was hot today.”

“You’re sick,” he decides.

This time, you groan out of refusal rather than relief. 

“I’m not sick.” You slowly shift, managing to get to your knees to face him. The fever forces your shoulders down. You bow under the exhaustion taking hold. 

Moon hisses in an amusement yet concerned note. His long tail drapes behind him, cutting across the ground like the connections of a constellation. It’s black in this lowlight, but in the day, when he sleepily shows himself, you’ve caught the iridescent indigo and jeweled blue tones of his beautiful scales. 

“If you keep denying it, I will take drastic actions. Do you want that, orchid?” his tone lowers to a menacing threat, all dark cords and hisses, but you’ve learned to tune your senses to his hands and expression. He looks only at you, a slight frown playing along his wide mouth. His eyes are narrowed, displeased with your condition.

“No,” you shake your head, “You and Sun are so dramatic.”

“Says the stubborn flower,” he touches your cheek. You nearly collapse into his palm. The rasp of his laugh stings your pride as much as it soothes your aching chest. 

“I’m not a flower,” you mutter as you feel his arms lower slightly, coaxing your hands over his shoulders. He rises higher on his tail, lifting your feet off the ground without effort, and you slump over his shoulder, little more than a child being carried to bed. Moon hums a low, hypnotic sound (that you’re sure is part of his allure, his power).

“Of course not,” he gives with amused demean.

You work up a growl at your throat that sounds weak even to your own ears. Moon shushes you with a soft stroke of his claws against your spine. The shudder that follows through your body is both cold and hot, and you hate that he silences you so simply, and that you like how he strikes back against your harshness.

“Easy, easy,” he murmurs as if calming a tiger. You want to snarl at him again but the brief spark is quickly smothered under an internal infernal cooking your core.

No one agitates you and reassures you as much as Moon.

He glides across the ground to his tree—it’s wide and high, thick with strong boughs and leafy but not too leafy. A perfect tree for a naga. Moon tends to lounge up there when he wants to escape the shadows of the cave you usually make your bed in. You wonder how he intends to hold you through the night up in its verdant limbs, but Moon hooks a hand behind your head and lowers you softly to the cool, moist ground at the base of the trunk.

“Moon?” For a piercing moment, you’re afraid. You refuse to let go of his arm as he draws away. Where is he going?

“Hold still,” he gently hisses.

You let go. You wait for him.

Slowly, his coils gather, curving in loops close to you. He draws himself around you, his long body following. The darkness shimmers. He takes you into his arms once more and guides you to his chest where he fully embraces you. The end of his tail drapes across your waist, sealing you within a deliciously cool embrace of the naga’s scales.

“Shush,” he says when you groan, soaking in his invigorating presence. “Sleep, orchid.”

You almost tell him that you can’t, or that you won’t, but the comfortable weight of his body surrounding you, the chill of his arms against your burning skin, and the soft tuck of his chin upon your sweaty head chases away the last of your resistance. You might have pressed back—saying you don’t need his help, but it’s hard to resist the frost-gentle relief of his presence. It’s hard to be stubborn when he feels so good.

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs against your hair. “You’ll feel better soon.”

The sweet caresses of his cool touch across your forehead eases your ache. Against your will, your eyelids flutter. He hums low, a lullaby you can’t name, and it soothes you gently into a dreamless sleep, comforted by a cool cradle of scales and songs.

[heartfullofleeches]

What if Everglades darling yoinks up the invasive species and takes them home to relocate or rehome to help the Everglades national park but how dose the native species feel about that

Oh, they are pissed. They've caused harm to the swamp due to numerous reasons and now they get taken in by that kind, stupid human to be cared for and become their glorified pets? Ain't happening. Reader also takes in the injured creatures they come across as you'll see in a blurbo with Jade/Toothless the Naga I'm cooking up. Some probably fake/cause injuries to themselves so that darling will drag them home too.

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[A naga hides the mangled remains of its prey as Darling nears - rubbing blood all over themselves and laying completely still as Darling comes across them.]

Everglades Reader: Whoa! What happened to you, buddy?

[The snake doesn't respond, weakly lifting their head and placing it in Darling's lap as the human inspects them]

Everglades Reader: Don't see any visible scratches or bites on ya just yet. Guess I'll have to take you home to get a better look, if that's okay with you.

[The Naga immediately perks up - crawling in the bed of Darling's truck without further hesitation]

[merakiui]

Mera i scientifically need u to sort twst and the kinds of hybrid girls they would want (cat, puppy, bunny, etc....)

(*-`ω´- )人 hehehehehehe yes... YES. My research has been for this very moment!!!!!! These are my thoughts:

Riddle - horse girl

Trey - puppy girl (Golden Retriever)

Cater - pig girl,, maybe a teacup pig girl. They go very viral on Magicam these days!!! A cute pig girl who is so much shorter than him!!! The height difference will totally get him to trending, but also he adores you. You're so cute!!!

Ace - hamster girl

Deuce - puppy girl (German Shepherd)

Leona - maybe a fennec fox girl or a mouse girl...... (reference to Scar and the mouse from the movie) or a girl who could beat him in a fight,, maybe a cheetah girl

Ruggie - antelope girl

Jack - bunny girl or snow leopard girl

Azul - hear me out..... I think Azul would like a catgirl. She grows on him. Does she ruin all of his documents? Yes. Is she a threat to the pristine interior design of the lounge? Absolutely. But ohhhh does he love you. You're so mischievous and you get on his nerves, but you're so cute and you always seek him out when you want his attention and affection.

Jade - an animal who could kill him,,, maybe a polar bear girl or a sloth bear girl. Jade shows up to the function with a dangerous beastgirl (who only views him as food) who he loves more than anything in the world. <3 if you see her chewing on his arm, that's just a sign of affection (delusional, masochistic eel).

Floyd - ferret girl

Kalim - bird girl (an exotic bird like a macaw)

Jamil - snake girl (naga)

Vil - panther girl

Rook - bird girl (a bird of prey like a falcon)

Epel - hucow (cow girl)

Idia - cat girl

Malleus - I feel like Mal would enjoy a cat girl,,, a soft, sweet, and shy cat girl who is skittish around everyone else except him.

Lilia - definitely a nocturnal animal of some sort,,, maybe a bat girl!!!

Sebek - bunny girl

Silver - bird girl (one that sings beautifully like a nightingale) or maybe even a squirrel girl

Rollo - lamb girl

Che'nya - mouse girl

Neige - deer girl

Fellow - bunny girl

[yanderemommabean]

hear me out (not that kind of hear me out)

in a world with hybrids, the bird hybrids would be seen as one of the ones that are good at building houses (aka nests).

so they would be like those guys that say “I can build your dream house with a beauty and beast library” plus they have pretty wings, plus they have amazing fashion sense, plus they are good at singing, plus they are good at dancing.

in my self respected opinion, I think bird hybrids are better than naga.

you know those photos of snakes and birds fighting? Snake wrapped around bird, bird carries snake, etc. that’s how I imagine a fight between the two.

“I am a predator you are prey, I can protect them better.”

“your leg less ass less ass can’t even make them a proper house, YOU CANT EVEN PROTECT THEM FROM THE ELEMENTS”

bird team

Personally, I think spiders / driders are the team to go for, because they can build a house and not even have to really scrounge for resources, AND can keep you warm in a cocoon.

That and. Ya know. Super tall and scary.

Some spiders straight up eat birds too, so, horrifying :D

-Mommabean

[tylermannart]

Naga Roll

A commission for Jakoto of Ja-vok coiled up by my Gummi Naga and Costume Naga, both of whom are vying for his attention. Who would YOU choose? Background art by @TohDraws https://patreon.com/tylermannart

[theroyalyandere]

About the yan!fisherman. What about a cute little siren darling that’s too colorful and loud for their own good, only to get ensnared by a angry deep sea fisherman captain. Who only promises to let them go if he can have a wish in return. (Old mermaid tales say mermaids could grant wishes to those who save them or return their hair comb) And darlings like, I wouldn’t need saving if you’d let me go. I’m not granting you a wish just because you threaten me. ( like pirates of the Caribbean, they’re hard to crack) so the fisherman captain keeps his darling on his ship in a converted tank and kills off the rest of the crew. Eventually wearing away the mermaid darlings resolve till they say yes. And the captain had been thinking about wishing the mermaid to be human but knows those tales never end well. Either his prize runs back to the sea, or one of them dies before the other due to a shortened mortal life. Which doesn’t appeal because he hates land and wants to be out at sea which he can’t if he’s constantly making sure they don’t leave him. And he wants to be with them for eternity, regardless of darling’s wishes.

So he kills two birds with one stone and wishes “for my heart’s desire”. Only the wish is twisted by his obsession, unbeknownst to darling. But they still grant it because they believe his one true desire is greed like most humans… which they’re not wrong. So he becomes a huge terrifying shark merman, or maybe a cecalia, or giant sea snake naga.

And now you’ve got a sea monster that hates humans and his shiny little siren that he can make scream and sing others to their death.

… or what about a reverse harem of deep sea fishermen turned into sea monsters to protect their little darling by one tainted wish. Darling grants the captain’s wish and it “condemns” the small boat like Davy Jones. So now mermaid darling has more to outswim.

oh my god??? I can't describe how genius you are anon! mermaid darling and her yan!fisherman turned into sea monster?!!! I'm going to combine both of the ideas and make a sea monster harem instead becauseeeeeeeeee 😮‍💨🤭 I only know a little about pirates of the Caribbean so please forgive me with the inaccuracies and I'm sorry if this is pretty short, I can continue this and turn this into a series if you like!

note: mermaid!darling is referred to as she/her please don't read if you don't feel comfortable thank you!

Warnings: yandere, dark content, gore/body horror, kidnapping, prey/hunter dynamics, death threats, manipulation

yan!sea monster harem x mermaid!darling/reader

As a mermaid, you've heard from your sisters that some of those like you were captured from those above.

You did not exactly expect to be captured by one of them, especially them.

You blame your colorful tail for attracting too much attention, you managed to throw everyone who went after you so far and your sisters think you're truly lucky but this time you ran out of luck.

Not only are you aware of the bounty set upon your head, you are also believed to be the most powerful of all mermaids which they aren't wrong about. However you have not granted any humans a wish yet. As you believe them to be the most vile of beings.

They are too brutish and rude and cruel. You did not like them one bit.

As soon as you got caught into their net you did not hesitate to flail around as an attempt to set yourself free. You snarled at everyone showing your viscious at the pesky humans.

Your sharp claws tear out through the net and smack everything with your tail. Unfortunately you got stopped by the captain.

His tall, menacing frame looming over you like a boulder with a grumpy face. He shows no reaction at your defensive state and it only scares you more than the other way around.

He corners you and kneels down to your level, he gave you an offer.

The captain will only let you go once you grant a wish of his however in your fury you instead jumped into him and pinned him down, snarling as you try to choke him.

His crew surrounds you each with a weapon in their hand, threatening to kill you unless you let go.

You kept being defiant until one of them got to restrain you setting your victim free.

The poor crew mate groans as he tries to not let you go.

The captain ordered for you to be hidden in the ship until they figure out how to break you.

So you get hidden in a cabin into a tank filled with water allowing you to live above the sea.

As long as they keep you, you refuse to agree to their conditions. Their offers being returned with a glare or an attack from you.

Until, one of the younger crew got closer to you. Watching and observing how you interact with the young one.

They all secretly watch as you the young crew mate won you over with their smiles and gentle demeanor, granting them the opportunity to see another side of yourself.

Your heart begins to soften and sing a song for the youngster.

The other crew told this to the captain and watched with his own eyes the scene unfolding. He urges the crew mate to get closer to you.

One by one they start to get obsessed with you. The crew either fight on who's turn to give you some food to eat or they wrestle among each other who gets to hear you sing to them first.

It only got worse when the captain got involved, one night he caught himself listening to your melodies and felt something he had never experienced before.

He eventually chased for this feeling and he knew that only you can satisfy him and his dark desires.

So his desire further strayed away from what he wanted and darker as his desires were focused on you.

At one point his impatience got into him and barged into the cabin you're at and threatens to kill the crew mate you grew fond of, your eyes pool with pearls and panic present on your face as you try to grab onto him.

He tells you that he will certainly finish the crew mate if you don't agree immediately, he asks you to grant his wish and you ask him what it is. He replies..

"for my heart's desire"

You assume it has something to do with wealth and power but oh you were wrong.

You watch as the captain slowly morphs into a sea monster. The scene is so grotesque that you tried to shield yourself away from the scene.

Outside the cabin, the whole crew starts to fall ill and scream in pain as their bodies start to turn different. Their skin turning into scales or being covered by corals and such.

Even the young crew mate you adored was not spared from the awful transformation. As the wish manifests into reality so does a storm, overturning the ship upside down as an enormous wave swallows the ship whole.

The ship gets wrecked and you try to escape into the ocean and swim away only to get caught by a powerful force wrapped around you and you turn to face it.

Only a horrifying sight greets you as the crew were turned into predatory monsters that will sure haunt all over the seas.

The one keeping you captive is the captain, he became an enormous sea monster that towers over you. With long tentacles and his eyes glowing with evil.

His tentacles engulf your whole being as you struggle to get out of his hold, blocking you away from the rest of the world.

[teratophiliologist]

For all you Naga/Lamia lovers out there, here's a pickup line in celebration of the Year of the Snake ����

Call me your prey, because I wouldn't mind being devoured by you tonight.

[valentine-cafe]

Can I have a mango pudding? I can't imagine anything other than fucking Zhào Talisen in his hybrid form, like, fucking a snake would seem extremely interesting to me, you know?

. ˚◞♡ naga boyfriend  x bttm afab/amab reader◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 talisen ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ 🥞 ꒱ naga  x reader, grim reaper x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

it is a guilty pleasure of his. one that he has fantasised about time and time again. how can he resist with his snake instincts? the feeling of having you all wrapped up. so that your skin flutters and your body throbs against his scales while he makes you feel pleasure you could only dream of.

he loves whenever you gasp at his naga form. the long tail that his lower-half forms from the waist down. many times has he wrapped you up in the strong appendage. cock grinding into your walls as you cross your eyes and part your lips from the bliss.

sometimes he’ll bring the tip of his tail to rub at your clit/tip. his fangs are another element to this slew of pleasure. leaving bite marks along your shoulder and chest.

“so good. . . my darling - oh so so good.”

he croons above you. tail wrapped around you and keeping you close as his hips smack against yours so ferally. keeping you as close to him as possible. he loves the way that you feel beneath him - and you ador the way that he crushes you. as though you are prey trapped in a boa’s tight grasp.

“that’s it. . . that is it. yes my love. cum for me.”

his elongated tongue flicks at your ear as your squeeze and clench around his throbbing cock.

speaking of his tongue - another thing that he adores is dipping between your legs. fucking your cunt on the long appendage/wrapping it around your dick until you are whining and spurting your cum. he always has such a habit of overstimming you with it.

he combines fanged bites over your thighs and waist when it is all over and you are left in a mess of your own fluids. his naga form is also quite comfortable to cuddle with after hours of losing your mind to pleasure. all constricted in his grasp. warm and loved.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Nüwa & Fuxi, and MK:

As a slight break from the emotionally heavier AUs; I would like to introduce y'all to a silly idea I had after watching Season 5 + an Au idea.

Now that Nüwa is a confirmed entity in LMK, I had ideas of what her counterpart/mate Fuxi would be like.

If Nüwa can be considered Mother Nature, then Fuxi is the Father of Invention. Folktales typically credit Fuxi as the inventor of nets (from watching a spider catch prey in a web), the Eight Trigrams and Five Elements from the world around him etc...

Many tales depict Fuxi as another half-snake/naga-like creature as Nüwa, possibly even her twin brother. Though the genetic connection is believed to be a case of mythological syncretism with another creation myth.

Here's a very useful video by a Chinese historian for extra details:

As much as the imagery of two snakes coiled around each other is cool af; I personally think that maybe Fuxi's true form is that of a creature close to Nüwa's heart and mythos.

One particularly interesting depiction I found has Fuxi as a man draped in many furs.

So what does Fuxi look like in my idea? Well...

A big ol' proto-human hominid who helped his primordial creator goddess-wife figure out the design of what would become the humans of the Asian subcontinent.

Nüwa was the sister of the entity that would become the Jade Emperor, and was born with a marvellous ability to create life from clay. However, her creations were terribly flawed. Not in a quirky "everyone is a little different"-way flawed, but completed unable to survive in the wild or reproduce.

Meanwhile on the chaos-stricken Earth, a young Pleistocene monkey-man has been inventing up a storm of things that can make his people's lives easier!

The two have a fateful encounter, and it's love at first sight.

Nüwa shared the knowledge of the Heavens with Fuxi, while he in turn created methods to strengthen her clay creations and teach them means of survival.

For a while the clay creatures still could not reproduce on their own - they had to ask Nüwa directly to create a new figure if they wished for progeny.

One day Fuxi saw the little clay monkeys sad over their lack of offspring, and handed them a small rock.

"This is an egg. When it hatches, you will have your cub."

The clay-made monkeys hooted excitedly, cradling their "Eggs" as if they were delicate newborns. The gesture was only meant to act as a placebo until their creator could create a brand new figure.

But one day the rocks started hatching...

Nüwa: "My love! I figured it out! The clay I was using wasn't fertile enough! If I create the next generation from the clay along the Yellow River then they should- EHHH!?" (*The clearing is full of delighted clay monkey couples. Each one hugging and kissing an infant monkey, surrounded by shards of brightly-colored rock*) Fuxi, shrugging: "I guess I found a way too?" Nüwa: (*giggles excitedly and wraps around her mate in a tight embrace*)

Despite how smoothly the first rock-born monkeys came to be, they were still created from inert material unlike Nüwa's later creations. And they had a much harder time passing on their genetics. Stone Eggs aren't exactly efficient to form and carry. But the creators did have fun creating new ancestral lineages from different types of gemstones! Nüwa's favourites would always be Fuxi's original "stone-born monkeys" though.

Sadly, with the destruction of the Fifth Heavenly Pillar, the Great Flood irreparably destroyed many of Nüwa's creations. Her beloved stone monkeys among them.

And possibly even taking away her mate....

So where does MK fall into this?

Easy.

Despite creating many clay figures together; Nüwa and Fuxi had no biological children of their own. Their differing species, and the disgust from Heaven at their bond, meant that any natural progeny was next to impossible.

Except...

The Goddess laughed at the bitter irony. To leave the last trace of her mate behind in order to uphold the Pillar. For her and Fuxi's child to be the one to herald the breaking of the cycle.

Before the Guardians are entrusted with the Five-Coloured Stones, Nüwa kisses her baby goodnight and puts them to rest inside of their stone cradle - the only egg strong enough to keep them safe.

An Egg made of Stone.

MK should be so lucky he was born resembling his father, and not slinking around with his mother's legless tail.

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Lamb in the Snake Den

Warnings: Kidnapping, mention of child neglect, Shigaraki being unintentionally creepy, infertility and unwanted hypnosis

There was always one golden rule of your little village that everyone was slated to follow. Never go into the forest after dark. One might think that it was a silly rule born out of small town fears but you would be wrong.

The rule was born after many particular circumstances that resulted in bloodshed, betrayal and abuse of the innocent. Two boys were banished from the village after circumstances beyond their control.

One was given an unwanted curse and the other was left to die after his father tried to play god but ultimately failed. At first they were left alone, peaceful and satisfied with the land they lived on.

Then hunters decided it would be an excellent adrenaline rush if they tried taking down the serpentine beasts for the thrill. A massive mistake.

First it was minimal things. Trashing the nagas’ nesting sights, cutting down their fruit trees, hunting down their usual prey.

Then they crossed a line. A hunter lit up a torch and tossed it into one of the caves where one of them was resting. Cowardly, they fled to avoid the naga’s more brutal mate.

They all giggled with sadistic delight when they heard a raspy, bloodcurdling scream. The laughter stopped when the scream turned from anguish to rage.

Legend said that the water supply turned an eerie shade of red after the hunters were never seen again. Really, the only proof of their existence was the severed torsos and bloodied rifles.

The two naga never really got over it, for how could one get over being forever wounded? Livestock went missing, people rarely wanted to gather water, people didn’t travel.

They all longed for the days of when all they had to fear were bears, giant hornets and cougars.

One day, the village leaders had enough and went out into the woods with torches to ask a simple question to the naga.

“What do you want from us?!” They shouted in unison. “We can’t keep living like this!” They stated. Red eyes stared back at them in the darkness, coarse scales rubbing against the dirt floor.

“That’s what we said when you parasites came for our land.” The naga answered back, voice dripping with malicious intentions. He scratched at his neck and circled around the primates he was forced to call human.

He couldn’t help but deviously chuckle at how scared they looked despite them trying to act all proud with their silly rifles and knives. ‘No better than a hackle pup trying to intimidate a fly.’

“My mate couldn’t even move after you bastards burned him. He didn’t wake up for a week.” The naga rasped, eyes hurt and angry.

“Just please give us a solution to end this madness. We’ll give you anything!” One pleaded. The naga’s chapped lips curled into a sneer before he began to hum quietly. He hissed lowly in thought before smiling lowly.

“I would like a hatchling.” The village elders were caught off guard, all dumbfounded and gawking at the naga.

“I don’t want stupid gold or even one of those wenches you keep at those brothels. I want a hatchling.” The naga’s mind wandered to the clutch of eggs he recently laid. All of them duds unfortunately. No doubt his poor mate was trying to keep them warm.

“A-are you mad?” A village elder accused. The naga snarled. “Have you acquired a taste of human flesh to the point where you’ll eat a child?” The naga snapped, saying that they either deliver or he would personally amp up the pressure if they didn’t comply.

That’s how you got here. It’d been a few months since that threat was made. The naga had delivered on his promise, half of the flock was taken instead of the usual one or two. Cattle was found to be dead of venom.

After this was made, you were given a special task. The orphanage head guided you to the large, wooden gates of the village. You were handed a simple wicker basket and told to pick the prettiest flowers you could find.

You listened, not paying attention to the somber gazes of the villagers and the night sky hanging overhead.

“Bye bye! Save me some dinner!” You gleefully called out as you naively waved goodbye to the gates. Then you happily marched into the forest.

You had always found yourself enamored with the forest, from the lush greenery to the charming animals you’d see in books. You were gonna pick so many flowers and show them off to all the kids back at the orphanage! This was practically a dream come true!

Your basket was filled with various flowers and the occasional core of a fruit. The moon shone over the trees as you frowned at your predicament. There was no more room in your basket.

And the silly orphanage head forgot to give you a map to get home! Usually the dark wasn’t so scary, for the village had lanterns, candles and other items to keep things bright. But the forest just had the moon.

“Mmm..” You muttered, walking deeper. You hoped that they saved you some dinner at least, the fruit was delicious but it wasn’t that filling. Your stomach growled hungrily.

Mashed potatoes, roasted mutton and pudding was on tonight’s menu and it sounded appetizing right now. “Cold.” You whispered weakly, feeling the breeze nip at your skin unforgivingly. Things were only going to get more frightening down the line.

Rough scales drifted along the dirt path as Tomura took account of happenings around him. Tomura was a territorial naga so he liked making sure that no filthy vermin was in his territory. After what happened to Dabi, Tomura wasn’t taking any chances.

He smirked at remembering his mate complaining about how he didn’t need to be babied and that he could hunt with Tomura tonight. Then he found himself busied with cooking his dinner. Tomura’s musings were cut short by the feeling of something sticky on his tail. “What the hell?” He muttered, coiling his tail around the object.

Tomura then smelt a sweet and tart scent. “Fermented fruit, perhaps?” He hummed. Nope, it was a fruit core. “Oh, those bastards better not be here.” Tomura growled, his rattle coming to life slightly. Other animals would devour the fruit whole. So, Tomura went back on the prowl. He still wasn’t over the humans denying him.

Things weren’t looking so good for you. Frustrated tears leaked from your eyes as you hid in a log, cobwebs in your hair and wicker basket knocked over in frustration.

You had been walking around in circles for a while. Every glimmer of hope that you’d be home was shattered. Your stomach continued growling, your cheeks stung due to the constant wiping of tears. The smell of wet wood made you cry harder. You longed for your comfy bed and plushies, you wanted a bedtime story.

This wasn’t fair! All you wanted was to pick flowers! Why wasn’t anyone looking for you? Your thoughts were cut off by a low, raspy voice and the sound of scales against the log.

“Come out, my filthy little human..”

It sounded like what the monster under the bed would sound like. You let out a frightened scream, trying to exit out the other side only for it to be blocked by a snake tail. A triumphant hiss was heard, a cold hand grasped your ankle, causing you to screech.

“There you are, now time to explain yourself-!” Tomura’s triumphant boasting was cut off when he was greeted with not an adult or hunter but a child? Wet cheeks, wide eyes and stained clothing. Tomura could smell the fruit smell radiating off of you.

Tomura was rare to feel genuine shame, for he had nothing to be ashamed of but this made the feeling blossom in his chest. “P-please mister, I-I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!” You cried, sobbing loudly now like a recently born baby. Tomura’s proud and bloodthirsty expression melted away into sympathy as he watched you cry.

It certainly didn’t help that he and Dabi were coming down from their mating cycle and a hormone crash. “Oh, it’s okay. Shh, hush it’s alright.” Shigaraki’s parental brain smacked him in the face and yelled at him to comfort the child. You cried harder, moreover frightened at Tomura’s body. “Oh, you poor baby. It’s just me, it’s just me.” He soothed, trying to smooth out your hair.

“M-monster! Monster!” You cried loudly, hoping someone would help. To hear your crying. But nobody did, no frantic footsteps or answers back. Just your sobs and the sound of water babbling lazily.

Tomura’s face contorted with sympathy, watching as your poor, sad little face contorted with confusion as to why nobody was there. It was reminiscent of his own, of Dabi’s. Parental instincts kicked into high gear. “Hatchling, look at me.” Tomura cooed lowly, cupping your wet cheek and gently adverting your gaze to his own.

Hypnosis was a tool that naga used for a variety of purposes. Tomura and Dabi used it for prey, sleep assistance and other tasks. It was also a tool to get hatchlings to calm down when gravely injured, tantrums or a sleep aid. You fussed at first for the feeling was uncomfortable and genuinely frightening at first. “S-stop, f-feels weird!” You whined but Tomura soothed you.

“It’s okay sweet thing, papa’s here. Shh.” He purred, watching you ultimately relax in his hold. He smiled sweetly, wiping away any stray tears. “There now, no more tears.” He murmured, looking up at the sky then back at your dazed form. “Who sent you out here at this time of night, hm?” He asked, only getting a mutter. “No matter, you’re coming home with me anyway.” Tomura muttered, kissing your forehead.

“Let’s go home now.”

Pt2 will be coming soon

@messedupcookiejar