My (hopefully If I Get This Right) Final Re-request!

My thief(Yandere Naveen x Flynn Ryder!Male!Reader x Yandere Prince Charming/Henry)

TW/CW:PRINCE CHARMING HAS A NAME! I LOOKED IT UP ITS FUCKING HENRY!, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader and Repunzel are friends and aren’t dating,Repunzel acts like a curious little puppy sister towards Reader,Reader isn’t a thief but still pit pockets other but only for good deed,Reader is Repunzel’s adopted brother,Reader was a thief but stopped after meeting his now adopted sister,tell me if I missed anything,came out shorter then wanted sorry

A/N from May 31,2023:I’ll make a part two soon because this was shorter then I wanted and I plan on making more with this

•Okay you met Naveen by pure fucking accident

•You and your adopted sister Repunzel were going through the market as she was curious

•She let go of your hand which worried you as your sister was a curious puppy because of that old lady

•You bumped into Naveen when you finally found her

“Oh! Oh! Look at this Y/N!” Looking over you saw your sister pointing at some random thing,you knew she was innocent and oblivious of the real world because of Mother Gothal but god damn is this heartbreaking. “Yeah,you like it?” “Mhm! I don’t wanna but it though! It’s just pretty to look at~!” You chuckled at your sisters action but something caught your eye. You didn’t realize that Repunzel let go of your hand and ram somewhere. “Uh sir” “hm? Yes?” “Your sister…she left” Looking around you saw Repunzel was gone so your worry meter went through the roof. “Thank you!” You started running around like you were being chased by the police again. “REPUNZEL!” “Y/N~!” You heard her voice and rushed towards her but soon bumped into someone. “Oh I’m so so sorry! I was just trying to get my sister I did-“ you heard the mystery person chuckle that’s when you looked up. He was handsome and his chuckle was beautiful. “It’s fine,I’m Naveen” “Y/N Ryder” soon your sister skipped towards you then grabbed your hand. “This is Repunzel,my sister” “It’s nice to meet you both”

•you all became friends as Repunzel loved his personality and you two just clicked instantly

•whenever he sang Repunzel would dance and you would just watch it all happen as you’ve never dance

•He convinced you to dance with him by taking your hands and started to dance with you

•You met Prince Charming or Henry when your family and his finally made an alliance through paper work because they didn’t believe in marriage alliances

Your hands were sweating and slightly shaking. You wiped your hands on your pants then took deep breaths compared to your sister she was as calm as a perfect breeze which calmed you down slightly. Grabbing her hand she saw that you were worried so she softly ran her thumb over your knuckles calming you down more. You saw Prince Henry and his father walk up towards your parents looking serious or at least Henry’s father did as Henry was just smiling brightly which reminded you of your sister. You felt at peace for a moment then realized what you're here to do again,an alliance between your and his nation. Your father and mother were talking to Henry’s father while Henry was beside you and your sister. She was chatting him up while you were waiting to join in. “This is my big brother! Y/N say hi!” “Hello there” you put your hand out for him to shake which he did shake but he was smiling more widely making you nervous. Henry never thought he’d find love not until he met you, a dashing s/c boy who is oddly looking everywhere. He knew your name was Y/N because of the fact you were an ex-criminal who was a famous thief until you rescued the long lost princess.

Your hands were sweating and slightly shaking. You wiped your hands on your pants then took deep breaths compared to your sister she was as calm as a perfect breeze which calmed you down slightly. Grabbing her hand she saw that you were worried so she softly ran her thumb over your knuckles calming you down more. You saw Prince Henry and his father walk up towards your parents looking serious or at least Henry’s father did as Henry was just smiling brightly which reminded you of your sister. You felt at peace for a moment then realized what you're here to do again,an alliance between your and his nation. Your father and mother were talking to Henry’s father while Henry was beside you and your sister. She was chatting him up while you were waiting to join in. “This is my big brother! Y/N say hi!” “Hello there” you put your hand out for him to shake which he did shake but he was smiling more widely making you nervous. Henry never thought he’d find love not until he met you, a dashing s/c boy who is oddly looking everywhere. He knew your name was Y/N because of the fact you were an ex-criminal who was a famous thief until you rescued the long lost princess.

•The boys couldn’t handle the idea of the other one taking you away. They both want to keep you to themselves and won’t be letting you go at all!

•Watching them fight everyday about you was much annoying and honestly? You started to hate them

•They knew they were losing you so they started to come to an alliance to let you be

•No matter what you’ll be theirs until then

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!

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

Just got back from an angst x reader type of troupe, Anyways– Can I request a scenario where we'd fuck Venti until he's begging for us to fill him stuffed? ..

﹒ofcc you can, feel free to request anything! ﹒genshin impact ﹒venti ﹒top!male reader, bottom!venti, begging/crying, overstim, fingering/prep (venti receiving), male sex, nsfw & 18+

you didn't waste any time, quickly deepening the kiss and picking venti up. his arms wrap eagerly around your neck, allowing you to shove your tongue in his throat. his breathing was uneven and settling at a fast pace, and his heart was pounding. you threw him on the bed, following soon after and settling on top of him.

kissing down his neck, you start to pull his shirt off. him eagerly tugging at your shirt, a whimper following after. you start to nip and suck at his chest. a small and quiet moan leaving his swollen lips. his eyes following your every move, watching as you pulled off your pants and undergarments. finally getting your pants off, you grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head, stopping any movement from him.

you kiss him roughly, his desperate whines and pants fueling you. you pull him closer and kiss him, distracting him from the finger that was circling his hole. pushing the finger in gently, his eyes widen, and he clings to your neck. his nails make nice work of your back. your finger slowly penetrates him. "fuck.." he whispers, his legs quivering.

sliding another finger in, you start a more brutal pace; his whimpers becoming louder. "mng! f-fuck! slow dow-ngHh!" you ignore his pleas, continuing down his neck before you reach his nipples, slowly kissing and sucking them. his body reacting to the stimulation, you pull your fingers out, leaving one more kiss on his chest before you pull away. his body shaking and aching for your touch.

you let the slick from your fingers lube your dick. you pull him closer, his hips touching yours. the tears still falling from his eyes. "please.. i need you.." he begs, his arms wrapping around your neck. you slowly enter him, his arms tightening and his legs quivering. "mhn, fuck.." he cursed under his breath, his nails dancing down your back.

he pants and whimpers, "f-faster, please go faster." he begs you, his vision blurring from the threatening tears. you give in to his wishes, picking up the pace and pleasuring him farther. his threatening tears finally spilling as he convulses. “ungh! please!— fuck, please!” he begs, body thrashing and his toes curling.

“use your words, or else i won’t know what you want..” you tease, your fingernails gently scratching at his tip with every word. he sobs loudly at the action, his nails scratching at your shoulders. “unh!— please.. please!! i need you... need you to— unGH!” he cuts himself off with a loud moan, mouth agape and silent whines leaving his mouth as you pound into his prostate.

his loud sobs and moans turning you on. "fuck! i-i can't, plea-ngHa!" his orgasm hit him hard, he desperately clings to you. his hands move to his dick, holding it to try and stop the pain. your pace never faltering, and his sobs never stopping. “i-i... please! — fill me! oh my god — i need it, please!” venti begs, his body shaking uncontrollably. 

the overstimulation making him hazy, his sobs loud and evident. "fuck, please!" his hands push on your chest, trying his best to make you stop. “i- i can’t! — y/n, fuck! i can’t!” he cries, feeling as your hips stutter and you cum inside of him. he smiles, shaking as he cums again.

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU

Classmate! Scara X cheating! Male!

Reader

FEM ALIGNED DNI.

Cw: YANDERE SCARA, TRANS SCARA, CHEATING (not on scara or reader) Delusional Scara, Dubcon? Drugging, oblivious reader, Scara seduces reader

Scara just found out you have another gf and how fucking dare you cheat on him like that:((

Scara's face dropped when he heard you say it..

You have a gf? Isn't he your gf? Are you not satisfied with him so you need another one? And what do you mean you can't hang out with him later 'cause you're going on a date with her later?

Huh? Do you think you guys are nothing? Just friends? You let him borrow your pencil! You're basically married to him at this point! He knows you're just too shy to say you love him.

Scara was so sad but he didn't show it, he just rolled his eyes and walked away even though his tears were already about to fall:( you never thought anything about it 'cause he always looks mad.

Scara seemed more angry like he usually was at school. He usually just glares and nods at students who try to talk to him but he doesn't even bother looking at them anymore and just tells them to shut up:(

3 days after that Scara invited you to his place. He seemed so happy:) since you felt bad for him, you accepted!:D

When you knocked on his front door, Scara was wearing an oversized shirt and probably nothing else you greeted each other and you got inside...

You two started talking for like 30 minutes about some stuff while drinking, you never asked about why he looked more mad than usual the past few days because that might ruin the mood.

The more time passed the more you felt dizzy and tired. you didn't care what scara was saying anymore, you just looked at his soft thighs. Oh, what you would do to him<3

Scara suddenly got on your lap with his arms around your neck then started kissing you, then stuff happened<3

You woke up in Scara's bed with a lot of missed calls from your girlfriend and some texts on how much she hates you. You didn't know why she was suddenly talking that way.

So you scrolled up and up to her messages, then you saw you sent a video fucking Scara's pussy stupid with your cock:(

Well at least you have Scara though!!! He's prettier than your gf!

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.

WEIRD KID SCARAMOUCHE

Weird kid Scara X Male reader

FEM ALIGNED DNI.

Cw: YANDERE SCARA, WEIRD SCARA, bullying, yeah that's all i think

Notes! I accidentally deleted the person's rq but it was something like "yan weird kid scara who's like Wednesday" Sorry i haven't watched Wednesday yet so i'm just making my own weird kid scara🧍‍♂️

WEIRD KID SCARA who's well.. weird, he sits behind you and you can always hear him breathing heavily, sometimes you can hear him whispering things to himself but you never exactly hear what he's saying and when was the last time this guy blinked?

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WEIRD KID SCARA who is hated by everyone even the teachers but he never actually done anything to be hated, he's a quiet, smart and good looking student, no one would agree with you in the "good looking" part though.

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WEIRD KID SCARA who gets bullied by everyone even his teachers!:( They all like to throw stuff at him, they lock him in the bathroom, put trash in his locker, call him mean names, steal his lunch:(( but then you came, you didn't really do a big thing for him.. you just gave him some paper when you saw he didn't have any, now he's all over you.<3

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WEIRD KID SCARA who always stares at you all the time, everybody makes fun of you for it 'cause everyone knows he likes you, they laugh at you for being the weird kid's "boyfriend" Some people start to hate Scara even more because of it, they all tell him you don't deserve somebody like him and you should just go for someone else.

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WEIRD KID SCARA who treats you like you're a god. He gives you his lunch, brings you gifts and the gifts are very random like random rocks he sees in the streets, and kills people scare people who bullies you away!

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WEIRD KID SCARA who steals stuff from you, it could be anything like a band-aid you wore, a pen u had that has no more ink, paper you wrote on, etc. Sometimes he even sneaks into your room when you're gone to steal more stuff! He puts all the things he stole in his shrine of you inside his room that has your pictures all over the wall.

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.

﹒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.

A Canine and His Cat

Yandere Male Dog Hybrid x Feminized Male Cat Hybrid Reader (CW: Noncon, male reader, feminization, rimjob, scent kink, non-human genitals, stalking, kidnapping, pissmarking (the reader is not scent marked just a building), bullying, general yandere behavior, heat cycles but not a/b/o and no mpreg)  Word Count: 3.1k (I wrote this between the hours of 11pm and 7am, not beta read, I proofread this to the best of my ability but I am sleepy and dizzy, please excuse any errors, I hope you guys enjoy this and I am sorry for two dog men in a row, but I had the idea of a dog man bully and a cat man victim and had to write it up immediately. Also I purposefully left the yandere’s description vague because I want readers to imagine him however they want, and I thought if he ever gets fanart it would be fun to see what subspecies of dog hybrid readers see him as.) 

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