Ok But Like, Breeding Oh Sangwoo Would Be So Fun.

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

I'll find you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wolf cub.

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

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

And you let your instincts dictate.

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

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

“I'll find you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“... Heh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I promised you I'd find you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mine.

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

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

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

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

He will always find you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'No'?

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

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

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

And you knew it.

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

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

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

Red.

RED RED RED.

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

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

This is all completely wrong.

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

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

But you'll have to get out soon anyway.

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

Interlude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then.

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

“This is wrong.”

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

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

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

The sweet bloody fragrance makes you dizzy.

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

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

obviously.

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

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

“Look at your omega.”

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

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

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

An abandoned, starved wolf.

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

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

“Therefore...”

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

Over and over, until his belly is rounded.

This is wrong.

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

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

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

“... let me take care of–”

Of course you will.

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

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

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

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

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

Lovey Dovey

Harpy x GN Reader

CW: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🪶 "uhm...hello there?" you mutter.

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

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

🪶 "My name is...Kalva..."

🪶 "Kalva..I'm (Y/N).."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and as a bonus, Kalva doodle for yall <3

Hook, Line, and Sinker

You're the poor (lucky) soul that's managed to capture a vampire's interest

Bottom!FTM!Vampire Kaeya x Top!Masc!Werewolf Reader

{Request} [Series] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stalking, Yandere, Aphrodisiacs, Somnophilia, Oral, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Womb Fucking, Degrading

📝 1,206 Words

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Your life has been pretty average up until you moved to Mondstadt for work. Strange things would happen all the time and you could never understand why. There are far more supernatural types in the region but you've never had a problem with them as most people don't mess with werewolves so you never considered it a possibility.

You can always tell that you're being watched but you never find the culprit and you've just given up on it. If they're not stealing, it's not too big of a deal, right?

Whenever you tried to hook up with someone, they'd disappear on the way to your or their home. You'd turn around for one second and they'd be gone. They always showed up in the city the day after but they seem to forget about the interaction from the night before, making you think you got too drunk.

Then you started getting weird things in the mail, specifically used underwear and some items of clothing. All of them had a strong scent on them, like the sender was your lover in a different region sending you something to help you get through the separation.

The first time you got them, you sniffed one of the clothes, only to figure out who it is but you end up getting a boner. The smell was both strong and arousing. You could identify blueberries and various wines along with something stronger, something you've never smelled before.

You fell to your knees, your cheeks burning with a boner straining through your pants. Clouded with lust, you pulled your bottoms down and reached for one of the panties to rut into them.

Your stalker stared through the window, a hand down his pants as he watched you desperately get off to the smell of his clothes.

You threw the clothes away and decided you would look out for the smell when you went out. Even when the stalker sent more, you'd throw them out despite how tempting and strong the smell was.

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After a long day of work you collapsed onto your bed and fell into a deep sleep. A sleep so deep that you don't wake up even as a warm mouth swallows your cock whole.

The vampire practically worships your cock, treating it as a prize while his fingers are pushing in and out of his hole desperately. He can barely fit it all in his mouth but he does his best.

You still don't wake up even as you come and knot your stalker's mouth. He could easily teleport away but he likes feeling your hot shaft pulsing in him, he hopes you'll knot his cunt too.

When your knot finally goes down, which took a surprisingly long time, your stalker takes his leave.

And when you finally wake up, your nose is filled with that same strong and arousing scent. You can't help but jerk yourself off to it, breathing his scent in heavily and wishing you could fuck the owner of the smell.

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You were starting to feel pent up despite the fact that you'd get yourself off whenever you smelled him, which was pretty often at this point, you needed more than your hand and a stupid fleshlight would never be enough.

You decided to take one last crack at hooking up, hoping to find another werewolf or a succubus. Humans are too weak to handle the sexual urges you have right now.

You sit at the bar of the Angel's Share and order a glass of wine. Another person sits next to you, someone who, if you were currently in your right mind, you would've identified as Kaeya the Calvary Captain.

But right now, you know him as your stalker and someone who you'll do anything to fuck. Even if you weren't under his 'spell', or his unnaturally arousing scent, you'd still want to try and hit on him.

"All by yourself tonight?" He asks, smiling.

You manage to calm yourself down enough to make a proper conversation, that specific scent of his isn't strong enough to overwhelm you. "Yeah. I was hoping I'd find someone as pretty as you."

Kaeya turns to the side, biting the bottom of his lip. He's not the best at flirting, it's especially bad when the other reciprocates his flirting. "Tha- thank you..."

"Can I-" You pause. Why are you trying to pick up your own stalker? Laws and morals aside, he's already smitten for you. "Can I take you home, stalker?"

Kaeya's heart pounds faster and he nods.

You place enough mora to cover your drink on the counter and lead Kaeya out. Your house is thankfully close to the tavern so it's not long before you end up pushing Kaeya against your front door and aggressively making out with him.

You growl in his ear, quickly undressing him. "Dirty fucking whore." You snarl, ripping his underwear off and bringing him to the floor, gently enough that he doesn't get hurt. Kaeya trembles in arousal, his slick bringing out more of his scent.

You spread his legs open, pulling your pants and boxers down. "Since you're so desperate for me, you won't mind if I just fuck you, right?" You ask, sort of rhetorically, teasing the tip of your cock against his entrance.

Kaeya whimpers. "Please- yes-" His eyes are glued to your thick length.

You lift his hips up and force your length as far as you can go, your tip bumping against his cervix and making Kaeya come. "Fuck- breed me! Please!"

Any little bit of resistance you had disappeared at hearing those words. You dig your nails into his hips and fuck into him mercilessly, entering his womb.

He throws his head back in pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the pain. "Ooh~!"

You fuck him roughly, treating his body like nothing more than a flesh light. "Gonna fuck you full of my pups, slut." You groan.

Kaeya throws his head back, squirting from your aggressiveness. "Yes~! Want yo- your pups~!"

Your sharp teeth graze his neck, making Kaeya think you're going to mate him but you move down to his collarbone, littering bites along it and downwards to his chest.

Kaeya screams in pleasure, sucking you in desperately. You grab his thighs and move him into a mating press. He chokes out a gasp as you drill into him deeper, making sure he's properly bred.

You thrust into him a few good times before forming your knot and painting his womb white with cum.

After your knot goes down, you fuck him on the couch, then in your office, then the shower, and then your bedroom.

When you wake up, or really, come to, you find yourself at a wedding. And you seem to be the groom waiting for yours to walk down the aisle.

He looks gorgeous, you can't lie to yourself, he's wearing a beautiful dress and a bouquet of flowers that are your favorite color.

How you got into this situation is beyond you, but you don't feel like you should leave. Your brain is suddenly telling you that you're in love with Kaeya and that you'll start a family with him.

You suppose you have no other choice but to believe it.

Dressed Up & Knocked Up

bottom!ftm!yandere gorou x top!masc!kitsune reader

↳ W.C: 957

↳ [Event Request] | ↳ [No AFAB Language Ver]

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiac, Breeding, Nipple Sucking, Overstimulation, Knotting, Manipulation

You, Yae [Name], sibling of Yae Miko, run the Yae Publishing House together. Meaning you know Ms. Hina well, very well. In fact, Ms. Hina is right here in your house.

"This looks amazing on you! I knew I made the right choice in choosing this fabric." You admire the new outfit you created for Ms. Hina's meet and greet.

"Thank you." Gorou smiles demurely. "I got you something, for your hard work." He hands you a small box of candies.

"Aw, really? I appreciate that a lot, Gorou, thank you." You eat one, tasting your favorite flavor. "How did you know I liked this?"

"Lucky guess." Gorou smiles.

As the sibling to a mischievous kitsune, you can tell when someone's got something up their sleeve.

You brushed it off, thinking your suspicions were wrong but you soon found out otherwise.

Your vision goes blurry, eyes focused on the very attractive guy in front of you. You try not to think about how much you'd like to devour him right now.

"Are you okay?" Gorou's voice only adds fuel to your fire of arousal. "Do you need water?" He notices you stumbling and helps you, your head hovering over his shoulder. He smells so good.

You slam him against the wall and bring him into a messy, heated kiss. You lift his legs up and search for his underwear, finding nothing but his wet sex. You don't think much of it, besides the consistent need to breed him, and pull off your pants.

Gorou wraps his arms and legs around you as you force yourself into him. You part from the kiss, only to focus on his neck. You kiss and lightly nip at his flesh as you get yourself fully inside him.

He leans back, moaning euphorically as you fulfill his long time fantasy. It's too bad he had to drug you though. You don't waste much time and start pounding into his pussy ruthlessly. Your nails dig into his sides as you bask in the amazing feeling of being inside him.

"Gonna- gonna come-" You groan, the aphrodisiac so strong that you can't help but spill inside him after a few minutes of fucking him. Gorou falls in love with the feeling of your cum filling his insides. Due to the aphrodisiac, this won't be the last time you come inside and knowing that almost makes him have an orgasm too.

You take out the padding from his chest and pull the front part down so you can suck on his nipples, thrusting into him slowly.

Gorou whimpers in pleasure and moans your name. "Ah- yes-" He grins.

You switch to his other nipple and speed up your thrusts, causing Gorou to erupt into loud wanton moans.

He rolls his eyes back, shaking heavily as he comes. He chokes out moans as you continue to fuck him without a care for him at all. You move back to his other nipple, wanting to give both of them equal love. Gorou squirms around, barely able to handle the pleasure.

You move him to your kitchen, the closest place to your office with a mostly empty surface, and bring him onto the table. You grab hold of his legs and use them as leverage to fuck him harder.

Gorou’s moans increase in their amount and loudness as he reaches his peak, his tight walls convulsing around your cock.

You slow down for a few moments and look at Gorou. He looks so pretty splayed out in his Ms. Hina outfit, if you were sober you’d be treating him a lot more gently in favor of not ruining your hard work.

You suddenly speed up, resuming your previous pace. You move back to his chest, licking the wet bud before sucking on it again.

Gorou doesn't understand your obsession with his nipples but he's not complaining. He cries out your name, squeezing your cock tightly thanks to the overstimulation. Drool and tears drip down his face, both due to how good he feels and how elated he is that his “lover” is finally fucking him.

He’s guilty of multiple crimes but they're all for you, so you can love him, and his efforts have finally come to fruition.

“Yes~! More!” Gorou moans, grinning stupidly.

You switch over to his other nipple while quickening your attack on his sensitive pussy. So sensitive that it doesn't take much for him to come again. You groan in pleasure, loving the way he feels when he orgasms.

It causes you to come a second time, spilling your cum into him but this time forming a knot, making sure he's properly bred. You bite his chest, a circle of bite marks forming around his nipple. You do the same to the other side and then to his neck, digging your teeth in so deep that he bleeds. So deep, that he becomes your mate.

You wake up on your bed, unsure of how you got there. Your knot has yet to go down so you’re still inside Gorou, who’s sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face.

You quickly go to wake him up, panicking at the fact that he's likely going to end up carrying your child.

Gorou’s eyes slowly flutter open. “Mm?” He asks.

“I- I don't know what happened but- but we can't- I can't..” You frown. “I can't have a kid, I’m not ready, I-”

“You’re going to leave me? This is your fault!” He starts to fake cry. “You- you forced me to have sex with you!”

Your heart pangs. “I…I’m sorry, Gorou. I didn't know…I don't know what got into me..”

“I…I’ll forgive you, if you stay with me.”

“Okay..”

Gorou hugs you tightly. “Thank you.”

Hi . Thank you for accepting my previous request 😍😊. Would you please do a yandere clerivan pellet x reader too .in which they are both forced in arranged marriege and reader act cold to clerivan and do anything to stop this marrige from happening ? Thanks😻😻

Arranged Marriage

Yandere!husband!Clerivan pellet x wife!reader

Warning: Manipulation, mentions of sexual activity, forced affection, minors not allowed

Authors note: I will as thinking about writing on him for a long time!! So here it is !! Enjoy

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First of all this man thought he was definitely asexual , and this was not only him but everyone who knew him.

Till he meet you . You were a fresh out of academy accountant, and he was not the first person who meet you , it was Florentia who found you.

She suggested him to take you under him as his secretary.

And he was very angry that his lady didn't think of him as good enough that she suggested a younger immature idiot as his assistant or secratary.

But it was till he saw you.... And he was thanking Florentia in his heart from the start of the conversation with you till the end .

The arranged marriage was not arrange to be exact... Or it was only arranged for you by him.

This man is intelligent as fuck .

You were shocked when your parents suggested him.. your boss as your groom.

You rejected the proposal leaving a very heartbroken Clerivan. Is he not your liking?? Is there some defect in him?? He has looks ... He is popular among the ladies in the higher society. Then why??

Your rejection hurted his self respect. He wants you.... He gonna get you...

And that's how you don't even know how even after rejecting your boss's marriage proposal you ended up being married to him.( Did definitely didn't used Florentia to ask her grandfather to ask your parents to marry you to him)

And now he is happily married to you and you are not happy about this.

He know that you didn't liked the way he married you. You rejected him and he coaxed your parents into giving you to him. It was forced on you.

And your hate towards him was not something that was hidden. You didn't talked to him after your marriage. You even tried to scare him on your wedding night.

You told him that if he will touch you; You will poison yourself. But Clerivan is a very patience man. He assured you that he will not touch you without your permission.

But you still slept in another room . Your hatred towards him was something that every one who knew you two can see clearly.

At work place too you try to stay away from him and his touch . Answering him in the least words as possible. Avoiding him at all cost and refusing to take carriage to return 'home' after work even if it cost you to overwork yourself.

And he like a good , patience man always waited for you till you finish your work . Stopped using carriage so he can walk with you to home for your safety. Giving you kisses now and then on your cheeks and back of your neck.

Squeezing your waist when he came to grab something near you. Tilting your head up so he would look in your eyes when you answer what he asked.

Preparing tea and snacks for you at break time. Everyone who can see you two can tell he was head over heels for you. And Florentia too knew that he was a very patience man....

Till he asked Estira to make a strong aphrodisiac for him and Estira told Tia. One day even he was alone with her and they were discussing about the business she asked him.

"She is still not resilient??"

Tia asked him a little shocked, it's been 3 months since your marriage.

He said nothing just hung his head low and shaked it in denial. The Florentia took out a glass vial from her pocket and handed it to him.

"Add only a drop or two . And stop using it after sometime, you will understand why I told you to stop using it. "

He thanked Tia and returned home earlier  day. It was your tea time as you never eat lunch ;only eating breakfast and dinner but eating some snacks in between.

It's was not hard for him to put a drop of the aphrodisiac in your tea in his own house. And then he got to his office to work.

He was returning to his room( which he had originally designed as your shared bedroom but you told him you wanted a separate room). When he heard sounds of your moans and his legs stopped.

The door was opened a bit , enough for him to see.. and his breath hitched his face turning red. when he saw you, on his bed wearing one of his regular long shirts and sniffing another while fingering yourself.

He slowly entered the room . You were too busy in moaning and Whimpering, fingering yourself that you didn't noticed him until the click of locked the door was heard by you.

He saw you suddenly sat up his shirt still in your hand your core dripping on the sheets, you face flushed and tears in your eyes.

When you saw him you threw the shirt away and started to make grabby hands towards him. He slowly walk towards the bed sitting on the end looking at you. Still not sure if approach you or not.

But you jumped on his lap as soon as he sat there. Hugging him to you tightly. He couldn't ever tell you how happy he was right now...

He started to run his fingers through your hair  when you looked up at him with your big teary eyes ,and after that what you said made him crazily hard .

"Husband~"

You said while grinding on his thighs. He took you fingers that were still drenched in you elixir and sucked them..

"Absolutely divine....... Just as I had dreamt..."

You whined in disappointment when he laid you down and made some sounds. He laughed .

"Now now I'm not leaving you my dear wife.... Be patience....... I waited for 3 months after all...."

He spread your legs; your wet puffy core opened for his eyes. A trail of your slick dripped down of the sheets , and that was tempting enough for him to dive in to eat you .

His nose rubbing your clit, his tongue pumping in and out your hole and his one hand pumping himself while the other intertwined with yours.

You were too much for him .... You were close when you gripped his hand more tightly and he knew he started to suck your clit harder and not even a few minutes later you squirted.

He came too in shock... He never knew this can happen too... But not disappoint even a bit. Somewhat now you had gotten your sences back. A bit guilty when you saw what happening. But knowing that he will never do anything to you.

So it was definitely your fault. You saw his still hard dick stood up proudly. It's tip leaking a string of precum continuously. He took of his glasses which were drenched in your juices to wipe and you thought that he was putting them away.

You hurriedly grabbed his hand sitting up. His dick's tip rubbing your clit . You bite back your moan when you heard his growl.

"Please don't ..... I like you in glasses."

He looked at you confused and blushing a bit when after that he started to laugh. Then he pulled you closer by you waist , both of your sweaty bodies against each other. His tip alinged perfectly on your little hole.

He kissed you passionately.

"My my.... My wife is such a succubus....... But who am I to refuse her??"

He wiped his glasses by his previously thrown shirt that you were wearing and then he laid down pulling you on top of him. He gripped your hip and with one pull he made you take his cock fully.

The wind was knocked out of you when he entered and later by every bounce you made on his dick.

You were sleeping exhausted, sleeping cuddling to him. Your hands wrapped around him. You were too tired to notice he was still inside you. Not to say this was the first and last time he needed to use the aphrodisiac.

You were so loving to him after that night. Every male that knew you two was jealous of him. Trying to stay in his touch a little more. Whimpering when he forgets to kiss you in every 10mins.

And now you had stopped sleeping in your room . Always coming into his. Surprising him by waking him with is dick in your mouth or you needy whimpers and tried to put him inside you . And when helped giving a cute whimpery moan of thank you and bouncing on his dick till you both came.

He was sitting in his office completing some paper works, you perched up on his lap . His dick inside you. Trying your best to not move. But then he shifted in seat a bit making the tip hit you gspot hard.

You tried to get some more friction by wiggling your hips but he smacked you hard .

"Now now... What my lovely wife promised me?? "

"I will stay still and wouldn't disturb you in your work...b..but... It feels too good husband... please 🥺 can't control myself. "

An that was the last straw. He put the pen down and grabbed your hips .

"Move... Can't let my beautiful wife sit here unsatisfied now... Can I?? "

With the permission you started to bounce on his lap ; his office now full of the noises of skin slapping. And you two moaning.

He was looking at your sleeping form on his lap. Sleeping peacefully after the rough session and 2 hrs of sitting torture. The papers that he had completed kept away neatly.

He lifted you up to take you to your shared room. When he laid you down and started to go to fetch warm water and cloth to wipe you , you grabbed his hand. Seems like it can wait. You two can bath when you will wake up later.

He got under the sheets pulling you closer. Kissing your forehead he hugged you. Now he only need his lovely wife to get her pregnant... And that will chain you to him forever.

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Forged Intimacy

Al Haitham disguises himself as a floral ring dancer and uses his dendro vision in a way that wasn't quite intended

Bottom!FTM!Yandere Al Haitham x Top!Masc Reader

↳ [Event Request] | No AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Aphrodisiacs, Belly Bulge, Breeding,

↳ W.C: 698

Your friends booked you a private session with a floral ring dancer as a funny gift since you're going to be alone on Valentine's Day. They were unusually persistent about you accepting it and you only agreed because you liked the guy in the picture they showed you.

You soon fall unconscious, completely vulnerable to what happens next.

The dancer stops his movements, a small smirk on his face as he removes his mask. Al Haitham manipulated and threatened your coworkers into booking a session with him, free of charge, so he could finally claim you as his. He's been doing so much behind the scenes (killing and hurting people), he finally deserves to have his reward.

Al Haitham removes your clothes one by one, admiring and taking in the view of your body.

He pulls his shorts off and climbs onto your lap. He holds your face in his hands while sinking down on your cock, kissing you sensually as you fill him up.

He presses a hand to his stomach and moans, you're so big that his stomach bulges from having you inside. He doesn't take much time to adjust, quickly bouncing up and down on your length. Thanks to the use of his Dendro vision, you're going to be painfully hard for a few hours. The perfect amount of time for him to be properly bred.

He can manipulate his vision to create different types of smells. In this case, smells that can cause arousal and sleepiness.

And you fell victim to them both, sleeping ever so soundly as the gray haired dancer fucks himself on your length.

"Yes~!" He gasps, he slams down onto your cock harder and harder each time. "Breed me~!"

He jerks off his t-dick as he gets close to an orgasm, moans getting louder and sluttier by the minute. "Yes– yes—!" He rolls his head back and slows down, furiously touching himself.

His "spell" wears off just as he comes, a sudden pleasure coursing through your veins. Your eyes flutter open to the pretty sight of Haitham having an orgasm.

He looks at you, a crazed look in his eyes and a big grin on his face. You recognize him as the Scribe, Al Haitham. He kisses you again, tongue sliding into your open mouth. You melt into it and hold his waist, deepening the kiss.

Haitham moans and rolls his hips, wrapping his arms around your neck as you practically devour each other. You don't know why you're so entranced with him, he's gorgeous but you barely know him, so why do you want to breed him so badly?

He pulls away for air and makes short bounces on your length.

"Gods.." You breathe out. "I want...I need to breed you, Al Haitham.."

His cheeks flush a dark shade. "Please- please breed me!"

You grip his waist and stand up, sliding him up your length before slamming him down. You stare at his beautiful expression, falling in love with the man you're inside of. It's a little late, but you truly want to live with and start a family with Al Haitham. It's not a natural feeling, it's something that should've built up over time, but you don't even think of that. You just want to breed him and stay with him forever.

“‘M gonna come–” You warn, keeping up the fast pace.

Al Haitham moans, begging and nearly sobbing for it like he's afraid you'll change your mind.

But you don't. You slide him down as far as he can go on your cock before pumping your load into his awaiting hole.

“I love you..” You mumble, your words come out like you're possessed, and resume your fast movements.

﹒genshin impact

﹒arataki itto

﹒bottom!itto, top!malereader, overstim, nipple play, belly bulge, fingering/prep, crying itto, male sex, nsfw & 18+

“mnh.. mgh!” itto whimpered, the sound muffled by his hand. you remove his hand and replace it with your lips, his little moans like music to your ears. he holds your neck with his calloused hands, savoring your taste. you pull away much to his dismay, but that’s soon forgotten once you start kissing down his neck. 

you make your way down his body, stopping at his chest. you watch as he starts to squirm, the anticipation getting to him. you start lapping at the bud, listening as he whines and moans your name. your hand now rubbing his very noticeable bulge, “ahn! fuck..”. he covers his mouth with his hand once again, his muffled moans becoming louder within seconds.

as you continue licking and biting at his buds, you bring your hand up to his mouth, sticking out two fingers. he seems to get the message and removes his hand, now sucking on your fingers. the pressure on his chest causing choked moans to be forced out of him. you figure he’s done working on your fingers, so you pull them away along with your mouth, which was attached to his chest.

he watches in anticipation as your circle his rim, watching as it clutches around nothing. “hnm.. j-just, please..” he begs, lifting his hips up and presenting himself to you. slowly you stick a finger inside him, receiving a gasp of pain. “relax, itto, it’ll hurt more if you don’t.” you warn, rubbing circles on his back as your start thrusting your finger in and out of him. the gentle feeling of your fingers rubbing his back relaxing him, soon whining and whimpering in pleasure.

itto whimpered, his thighs shaking slightly as he tried to close them, but they were spread by your hands. his eyes wonder your body, resulting in him rubbing his thighs for some sort of stimulation. itto let his head fall forward, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “please…” he begged you silently, his hands tugging at your belt. your calloused hand wrapping around his hard, sensitive cock. he moaned, bucking his hips and throwing his head back.

his hips rocking into your hand. his body yearned for you. his begging and sobbing became incoherent as you continued your pumps, precum violently leaking from his tip. his vision blurred and he became hazy by the mere touch of you. his whimpers and moans grew in volume, not being able to form complete sentences. his legs shake along with his body as he came.

you scoff at the cum that covered your hand, watching in amusement as itto’s shaky hands pathetically grip the bedsheets. you start settling yourself between itto’s legs. he looks at you with teary eyes, watching in anticipation as you settle his legs on your shoulders. he whimpers, his teeth biting into his lower lip. you lube your dick with itto’s cum before lining yourself up with his hole.

his body starts to tremble as you start entering him, his dick becoming hard again within a second. his tears finally fall from his eyes, making the scene even more erotic. he whimpered as he knitted his eyebrows together. “ungh! f—uck! i can’t, mph!” he sobs loudly, instinctively shutting his thighs, only to be stopped by your own.

your thrusts start harsh, giving him no time to adjust. he writhed as you continued without faltering, overstimulated and sobbing. ittp’s vision was blurring and his were legs shaking. he yearned for you, his hands were deperate to feel your body, every flaw and curve. you watch him thrust his hips up and twist when you press on the evident bulge in his stomach. 

“please.. plea-mmph!” his begging falls silent to ears as your hand covers his mouth. you thrust rather roughly into him, the action causing him to moan lewdly. your excitement becoming more evident as you watch the tears fall from his eyes. he sobs and bucks his hips up. he moans, sobbing dramatically as his body twists and turns in overstimulation. his hands desperately scratching his own thighs.

he quickly shakes his head, more tears spilling from his eyes. his body shakes as his orgasm builds up, ready to be released. you notice this as speed your thrusts up, watching as his hips lift as he cums. he whined, a girlish squeal leaving his lips. legs turning limp as your harsh thrusts knocked the air out of his lungs.

Umm can I request demon slayer kagaya ubuyashiki with Dom male : kagaya gets jealous and acts like a brat and he gets punished (๑`✪̤◡✪̤)◞ღԵհɑղƘՏღ

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Kagaya x Dom reader

kagaya ubuyashiki x dom reader

[this happens during kagaya's youth!]

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woah, I never thought of doing a demon slayer one but, wow.

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anyways, I added a little thing or two but it mainly revolves around your request.

hope it's not too bad.

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enjoy, weird font anon ! ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

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⨴ Bratty Kagaya getting jealous because Reader isn't giving him attention and instead, to his work.

⨴ Bratty Kagaya pushing reader to his limits.

⨴ Reader having enough and discipling Kagaya until he can't think of disobeying him any more.

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⁘ Kagaya was impatient. His boyfriend wasn't paying him any attention and instead to his work. It went on like so for 3 days until Kagaya couldn't take it anymore. He was going to make his sweet Reader spend time with him. While Reader was scribbling onto some scrolls, Kagaya pushed Reader's ink block aside and sat on Reader's thighs. "Kagaya dear, I'm a bit busy with the shipments. I'll join you in a bit, okay?" Reader said as he patted Kagaya's back. "Hmmph!" Kagaya puffed out and headed to their room. But, not without blowing out the candle reader was using to do his work. Reader got a bit pissed of but,, he re-lit the candle and continued his work.

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Reader went to bed and saw Kagaya sleeping peacefully. He patted his lover's head and went under the covers. But, Kagaya pulled away the sheet and Reader was left without covers for the night.

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And so, Kagaya kept doing these little things and Reader was pissed off. And he decided that he had enough.

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"Kagaya, would you come here?" Reader asked while he was rubbing his ink block. Kagaya didn't say anything and was preparing to leave. "Kagaya." Reader said as he waited patiently. Kagaya shivered at the sound of his boyfriend's voice, He approached the seated Reader and sat in front of him. "Kagaya, are you purposefully angering me." Reader said as he stared at his bratty lover. "'S'cause..." Kagaya murmured. "It's 'cause you aren't giving me any attention!" Kagaya said as he punched his lover's chest, in tears. "Is..that so?" Reader said as he pulled Kagaya towards him and embraced him. Kagaya thought that he and his boyfriend were going to spend time together. Reader grinned and tied Kagaya's hands together in one swift move. "R-Reader?!" Kagaya yelled out. "Shut it, Kagaya. Just shut up. Bend over my knees." Kagaya shivered at the sound of his lover's voice. Never in the 3 years of his life had he heard his sweet, sweet Reader's voice loud and harsh. Kagaya got up and with shaky legs, went over to Reader. Reader couldn't wait so he ; pulled Kagagya towards him, bent him over his knees, lifted up his yukata and told him to count.

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This wasn't the attention Kagaya wanted. But, he couldnt complain. A mad Reader wasn't too bad. ⁘

DO YOU WANT TO FAIL OR WHAT ?

Teacher! Scaramouche X Student! Male! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My (hopefully if i get this right) Final Re-request!

Dom! Male Reader with Sub!Rengoku with an established relationship. The two have been chatting about it for a while and they agreed to do the deed. Whatever else you want to add you can, I just really want some subby Rengoku. Oneshot please!

Alrighty Anon, your request is approved 💙😁

Sub! Rengoku X Hashira Dom! Male Reader Nsfw

Warnings: anal sex, gentle sex, and praising kinks

"Are you sure you want to do this baby?" You asked while playing with your Rengoku's hair gently. He smiled at you before saying, "of course I am sweetheart, and besides we've talked about it for a long time. So why not do it?" It was true, you guys have been talking about doing 'it' for a very long time, but you two never had a chance to due to being busy with killing demons.

"You are right about that, but I don't want to hurt you," you said worryingly. Rengoku then caressed your cheek before saying, "you won't hurt me baby, I promise." His assurance had put you at ease, "okay, but I'll be gentle with you," you replied while smiling.

(Time skip)

"You're doing so good baby~," you said while thrusting inside Rengoku's butt gently. "T-Thanks, you're doing good too babe~," Rengoku replied while moaning softly. You continued to thrust inside him before cumming inside him before he came too.

"Had enough baby?" You asked, Rengoku nodded slowly, "okay," you said before taking your cock out of his butt. You then picked Rengoku up before laying down on the bed.

Rengoku then got closer to you before whispering in your ear, "next time, be rough with me~." You smirked at him before replying with, "gladly~."