She/her -18y I love red and the world fantasy🥰, want creating everything ya❤ Sorry if there are any mistakes, English is my second language🗿❤ sr..i'm in love with a monster
╰ content warnings: dub!con, pregnant sex, rough sex, predator/prey dynamics lowkey... power imbalance, marking, mating bond, jealousy, angst w/ porn. i'm sorry for writing this (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
There’s a reason why it’s uncommon for demons to mate with humans. The size difference, the frailty of humans, and numerous other complications made it more often a nuisance than something desired by demons.
Despite all that, a certain dog demon found himself bound to a mortal woman.
“Sesshomaru!” Your nails rake at the ground, his thighs, anything you could reach.
“Be quiet,” he growls between thrusts, pushing your thighs higher, they were nearly touching your chest and your rear wasn’t even on the ground anymore. “You continue to test me, little human. Why is that?” His sharp fangs graze your neck, demanding an answer, but the best you can muster is a whimper.
“I try to abide by your wishes,” he nudges deeper, almost touching your womb. “But you continue to act recklessly, like you do not know what you carry inside of you.” Your little bump was hardly noticeable, most people in the village had not noticed, especially the guy who had been pursuing you for years. He’s the true reason you are in this predicament.
It all started because of a stupid talisman. The innocent (but very persistent and a little annoying) young man offered it to you after hearing about how you frequently became ill and so weak that you couldn’t get out of bed some days lately. Little did he know it was because you were growing a demon’s baby inside of you.
Sesshomaru saw the entire exchange, and naturally, it didn’t sit right with his instincts to protect you.
So could you blame him for claiming you in the woods, only a short distance from the village? Could you blame him for losing his temper? Could you blame him for trying to leave his mark on you again since human males are so ignorant to the obvious signs he left?
No, it was your fault. If you hadn’t let that village man touch you so casually.
No one touched his mate but him.
“Mine,” he growls into your neck, tongue laving over the mark behind your ear that was still healing. Perhaps he should leave another, but in a spot that no one will miss. He considers it as his mouth travels south to your collarbone, leaving kisses that involve more teeth than lips.
“Sesshomaru, please!”
A grumble of displeasure sounds from him before he pulls back, sitting up on his knees as he grabs one of your ankles and hoists your leg up high over his shoulder. “Please what? Please have mercy on you? I’ve tried that.” He pushes deeper, this time nudging your cervix. It makes you clamp your legs, well at least attempt to, but his broad frame is in the way and he easily pries them back open.
“You are stubborn,” he starts with a grip on your face, forcing you to look at him. “You are arrogant. And you are far too naive for your own good.” He hurls each comment with a hiss and rough thrust to match, unfazed as tears brim your eyes. “I shouldn’t have to watch over you everyday like a porcelain doll. Not when you can just be by my side.”
He shouldn’t have made that deal with you. Instead of allowing you to stay in the village in exchange for keeping his child, he should’ve just taken you with him. That’s what his brain, crazed with primal instincts, believed right now.
You helplessly push at his chest.
“Why do you fight me at every turn?” He takes your hands and pins them above your head in the dried leaves on the ground. You’ll smell of dirt and his scent, but he preferred that over some random male who shouldn’t even be looking in your direction.
“You’re hurting me. Be gentle!” A tear escapes but it doesn’t tug at his heartstrings one bit.
“Your actions do not warrant gentleness, little human.” His words are terse. Besides, if he were truly hurting you, you wouldn’t be relying on his name and meaningless words like ‘no’ and ‘stop’, instead you’d be using the safeword.
So save your fake tears.
He doesn’t even slow down when your release causes you to tremble in his hold, only tightening his grip. “See, I was merciful enough to let you orgasm. But you are selfish,” he says, leaning closer so that his weight is pushing your thigh against your chest, toes curling behind his back.
“Do you want me to breed you again? Is that what you want?”
“No!”
“Then what?” His voice is loud, startling the birds nearby. When you begin to sob he finally stops his ceaseless plundering. He’s stunned with confusion. Did he truly hurt you? He needed answers, and he’s about to press for one as he wipes your tears but you offer it willingly.
“I just want you to love me!”
For the first time in his life, the demon was lost. He was unsure if his mate had gone mad with hysteria — which was not uncommon when mortals are subdued to the nature of demons.
“I do love you.” Is this not how humans show their love? Do they not mate and consummate a child?
“This is not love Sesshumaru. I am not cattle for you to breed whenever you desire. It takes more than that to love someone.” From the way he tilts his head, he does not understand. “You have to spend time with me. Cherish me. Sex is not everything.” Instead of courting you as humans did, he skipped straight to forming a mating bond.
A huge misstep on his part.
He tries to process this for a moment, his golden hues never leaving yours. “Can you show me how, my little human?” It’s one of the few times there’s no malice in the words ‘little human’, he means it as a term of endearment. Not the best nickname for his lover but it’s a step in the right direction.
His hold on your slackens, and you craddle his face to ghost kisses over his sweat-glistened skin. You carve a path from his lips, up his right cheek to his forehead. He throbs inside of you, and you tell from his tense muscles that he’s holding back from ravaging you again. “You treat everything as a conquest, but love is not a battle.”
You kiss him deeply, grinding your hips against his, a silent request for him to continue. His body responds with a slow wind of his hips, as if he was carefully stoking the fire in your core this time around. The leaves are crumpled into flakes on either side of your head.
It was like he didn’t know how to properly hold you.
“You never hold my hands,” you murmur softly after breaking the kiss and sliding your palms under his, urging them to relax and intertine with your delicate fingers. Sesshomaru’s hands dwarfed yours, another reminder of the imbalance between the two of you.
“Will you stay after?”
“What?” It comes out strained and laced with confusion. All of his mental power was focused on pleasure so he couldn’t figure out what you were asking of him right now.
“Stay with me, for just a little while.”
He never stayed after making love to you. The significance of doing so was beyond him despite his experience and knowledge of how to please a woman. But to be fair, you never asked for him to stay either and given your initial refusal to remain by his side, he assumed that you wanted space. It was already bad enough that he forced this entire situation upon you so suddenly…
“Is that what you truly wish for?”
“Yes, spend time with me. Hold me for a while and promise me it’ll be okay. Do you know how lonely it is for us?” His heart cracks a little when he hears your sad tone and the mention of the small child in your womb. This might be the first time you’ve ever acknowledged its existence — albeit indirectly — since discovering you were pregnant.
It seems you both are working through growing pains that have stemmed from this new bond. A hand returns to your face, gently cupping instead of grabbing, “Then I’ll stay. And I will bring you the spoils of my hunt in the morning.”
“Please no more dead rabbits at my door,” you groan playfully.
“Okay, no dead rabbits then.” There’s a faint smile as he hugs you a little closer, continuing this act of coupling on the forest floor.
Such a simple promise on the surface, but it’s meaning runs deeper than it appears.
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now some oc writers are using the “x reader” tag and giving the excuse that “it’s just a different perspective.” it doesn’t matter if you use that tag IF YOU’RE NOT INCLUDING THE READER! YOU have your own tag, leave us alone.
the “x reader” tag exists so that readers of any background, appearance, or identity can immerse themselves in a story and feel included as the main character.
when you write a story centered around your own original character, with a defined name, personality, and often a specific appearance, you’re no longer inviting the reader to step into that role, you’re writing about your character, not the reader. that’s completely fine! writing oc content is valid and has its own space.
but misusing the “x reader” tag to gain visibility or clicks is misleading. it sets the wrong expectations and excludes readers who were looking for stories where they could truly see themselves in the narrative. if your story focuses on your oc, label it honestly.
use the “oc x canon” tag or “original character” there’s no shame in that. but please stop co-opting a space that’s meant to be inclusive and flexible for all readers, especially those who are often underrepresented in fiction. the “x reader” tag is not a blank slate for oc projection.
it’s meant to include everyone, not just your creative vision.
respect your audience. tag responsibly.
NOTE: writing in another point of view like “SHE/HE went to the market” instead of “YOU went to the market” does not count as “x reader.”
(not 100% but most of the time) don’t try to be clever or sneaky about it.
NOTE 2: by the way, regarding the second image, it’s great to see more asian, black, and mixed oc’s! but even so, that still doesn’t make it a reader insert, let alone fit the tag. the reader needs to be the main character.
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