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kaeya alberich ﹗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aja- Dottore?!

Dottore disguises himself as your boyfriend

Bottom!FTM Dottore x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

CW: Dub-Con, Cheating, Oral, Daddy Kink

Words: 680

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"Ajax..?" You wipe the sleepiness away from your eyes and look down, a head of pretty ginger locks bobbing up and down your length. "G'morning babe...thought you had a mission."

Ajax blushes deeply, something you think is unusual but you brush it off.

"Mmh...how long have you- shit- been doing this? 'M already gonna–"

Ajax brings his head all the way down, swallowing your spend with a crazed look on his face. He pulls away and covers his mouth, preventing you from seeing his insanely wide smile.

Already naked, he crawls on top of you and sinks down onto your length.

"So early in the morning and you're already this eager, did you have a good dream?" You run your hands along his body, causing him to moan and shiver. "You seem more sensitive too."

"Ahn~ daddy~" He starts to lose his composure from your touch.

You tilt your head, smiling. "Daddy?"

He bites his lip, your amused voice making him squirm.

"I didn't know you wanted to call me that." You flip him onto his back. "You're so cute."

He clenches around you. "Fuc- fuck me~ please~!"

"You're so whiny Aj-" You pause, noticing a strand of blue hair in the midst of Ajax's ginger hair. "Um, did you dye your hair?"

He grabs your cheeks and moves your head to look at him. "Fuck me.."

You pry his mouth open. "My what sharp teeth you have, Ajax." You chuckle. "All the better to bite me with, hm?"

His disguise falls apart completely. "(Name) please..."

"If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked." You grab his waist and turn him onto his stomach.

Dottore's eyes widen, a large grin on his face.

Digging your nails into his waist, you start fucking him roughly. "Shit- you might be even better than Ajax-"

Dottore's mind quickly turns fuzzy, between the compliment, the marks soon to appear on his waist, and more importantly the feeling of your length inside him and fucking him so hard is enough to make him feel like passing out.

"Gods you're tight- it's like fucking a virgin–" You groan and spank him. "Is this one of your body modifications? Did ya make your pussy all tight and perfect for me, Zandik?"

Just hearing that makes him have an orgasm. Electricity runs through his veins as he squirts over your length, walls continuously spasming around your cock.

"Fuck." You bite your lip, your tone expressing your clear arousal. "Not even Ajax squirts.."

Dottore grins, a strong blush on his cheeks. "Am I be- better~?"

"At this rate, I'm better off dumping him." You chuckle. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I would be all yours, princess."

He shivers. "Ye- yes~!"

You lift his hips up and drill into him deeper, your cock hitting every spot that makes him go insane. He buries his face in the pillow, feeling like he's on cloud 9.

"I don't know if I'll be able to pull out—" You groan, feeling close. "You feel too fucking good, Zandik-"

"Insi- inside~!" He nods rapidly, about to come again.

You bury your head in his neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood as the two of you come simultaneously. Dottore desperately milks your cock for more, euphoria flooding through his body from being creampied by you.

You reluctantly pull out, watching in awe as your cum flows out of him with his cunt tightening around nothing. You get up off the bed and check the time on your phone, noticing a missed message from Ajax.

You open the text.

"We should break up."

You scoff. "I never expected him to be the type to break up over text. Oh well." You shrug and place your phone back on the side table.

"I'll start a bath." You ruffle Dottore's hair and leave for the bathroom.

He turns onto his back and plugs his cunt with his fingers, not wanting to lose any more of your cum.

A wide grin grows on his face, kidnapping the 11th was worth all the trouble.

LOOKISM

⋆ — bunny boy .ᐟ ﹙daniel park﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

bunny boy!daniel who cheers up with a single kiss on the cheek, his puffy tail wagging in excitement as he turns his head to get a kiss on his lips too.

bunny boy!daniel who burns up when you decide to play with his sensitive ears, rubbing away at the softness of his ears, hitting all his favorite spots.

bunny boy!daniel who can't hold himself back from humping at your thigh, hands grabbing ahold of your shoulders, whimpers and breathy moans filling the room all because you decided to play with his ears.

bunny boy!daniel whose cock jumps and leaks all over himself when your finger trails down his back and to his twitching tail.

bunny boy!daniel can't contain his cute little cries of pleasure when your warm and wet tongue meets his perky nipple.

the bunny boy who can not understand why he feels certain ways towards you is now the very same one who become an animal underneath your body – growling, wailing, scratching at you.

he's your very cute, cute bunny boy :3

﹒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.

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~."

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.

Yandere!Dante x Trans Man!Reader Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good Morning

bottom!ftm!yandere Dazai x top!masc reader

a/n: this is shorter than i wanted it to be im sorry 😭

☆ AFAB Language Used ☆

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Drugged Sex (Aphrodisiac)

You wake up to a naked Dazai sinking down onto your cock. "Hi there." He smiles, holding your face in his hand. "You're finally awake." He brushes his thumb against your lips. You mumble his name, too drugged to speak properly. Dazai shivers, he loves the way you sound saying his name. He brings you into a sloppy one sided kiss, kissing you like he's trying to memorize how your mouth feels. You can only hope he stops soon.

Dazai finally pulls away, his lips brushing against yours while you catch your breath. "Mine." He whispers. "All mine." He lifts his hips up before sliding down, repeating that and riding you at a sensual pace. You can't help but be in awe at this display, you don't know why but you're extremely aroused just by looking at him. Feeling his wet warmth around you makes you want to take over and ram into his tight cunt without mercy, but alas, your arms are tied to the chair. Dazai quickens his movements, rubbing his clit vigorously. The feeling of him coming causes you to come right after. He grins as you fill his insides with your seed, watching your cum drip down your still hard shaft. He presses his hand against his abdomen, a bulge in it thanks to your cock.

"Mine." He says firmly.