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Is it ok for some Goldfish mer Riddle though?

It is more than okay!

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, captivity, codependency, mentions of breeding)

Riddle is actually quite well-behaved for a mer in captivity. Unlike the eel twins or the octopus, he’s much more accepting of humans and their interest in him. He tends to show off sometimes, especially if there’s a specific person he wishes to impress and receive praise from. He’s very intelligent and has even managed to pick up a few words and phrases he’s heard during his time in captivity. And he is very particular about his routines! He has each of his days memorized and by some miracle, despite never seeing the clock, he always knows when to wait at the surface for the researchers so they may run their usual examination of him. He seems to get huffy if they’re late, even if by a few minutes.

Though he’s obedient and follows everything the researchers want him to do when signaled, he seems quite lonesome in captivity. On days when he isn’t being seen by anyone, he’ll swim close to the glass, peering out at the lab equipment that waits behind the confines or he’ll swim in circles with a very thoughtful expression on his face. It always looks like he’s thinking through something, and he loves to observe the space that remains outside of his tank.

It isn’t a surprise when you’re assigned to study more of his behavior while also keeping his mood uplifted. You’re known to excel at caring for merfolk, hence why you’re usually assigned troublesome, fussy mers because your colleagues think you’re some sort of “mer whisperer.” Truthfully, you’re just genuine and you know how to connect through patience. On Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays you’ll meet with the octopus to keep him company and study him (though he rarely comes to the surface, which means you usually don diving gear and sink to the bottom. He’s grown accustomed to your visits now and doesn’t seem averse to you anymore, in fact even peering out of his octopus pot in anticipation when he knows of the times you usually arrive). On Wednesdays and Thursdays, you meet with the twins to keep them company. Though since they have each other, they’re a lot less dejected about captivity. They make for very mischievous playmates. You love studying their behaviors and how they interact with each other, with you, and with other researchers.

Now that your Fridays and Saturdays have been dedicated to seeing Riddle, you’ve decided to take a different approach. With the octopus and twins, there’s a certain level of caution you exercise due to their sizes and the fact that they are still known as predators from the deep sea. But with Riddle, who is much smaller and was found in a warmer, brighter freshwater habitat, he’s considerably more docile and social. He doesn’t exactly warm up to you at first, as your appearance disturbs his routine—his carefully crafted schedules that are so very important to him. He acts as if that breaks some horrible rule when you first arrive and introduce yourself, looking so horrified and confused that his expression shifts through various feelings all at once. But when you make it clear that you’re to be a recurring figure in his schedules, he relaxes and offers his webbed hand in greeting, mirroring the handshakes he’s watched the researchers do.

Riddle is very charming. He learns very quickly throughout the time he spends with you and the time spent observing other humans. He’s trying to teach himself more words so that he can converse with you, which has led him to insist upon communicating verbally rather than through actions or gestures so that he can better understand. Much like the octopus, he grows attached rather quickly and seems to be very receptive to praise of any kind, whether it be a reward or a proud gesture.

Riddle feels like his meetings with you take far too long to arrive and they always feel so fleeting. How time can pass so quickly when he’s with you but draw out forever while he’s waiting to see you is simply unfair. He tries to keep you longer, obviously desperate to remain in your company, but you can never stay for too long. Sometimes you’ll go over the allotted time and Riddle’s so very pleased when you say you’ll stay for a while longer. He does everything you ask of him, and he never causes any troubles. He doesn’t try to escape from his enclosure, he doesn’t splash any of the researchers (unless agitated), and he’s always been so cooperative. He’s a perfect, model mer! Surely you’ll continue to stay if he continues to follow the rules.

Even though he does very well on his own, he depends on you a lot. At first it was for learning purposes. He’d request materials to look at, such as textbooks, picture books, or certain objects he’d either heard of or seen while in captivity, and you would always be sure to bring them. And while he still relies on you for that, he also relies on you for company and affection and connection. He spirals into codependency so quickly that it takes you by surprise. Riddle has never gotten violent or temperamental with you or any of the researchers, but when you attempt to leave him one day and he grabs your wrist so tightly and yanks you into the enclosure with so much desperation it makes you realize he’s starting to pick up unhealthy mannerisms. The octopus and the twins have been like this before. Once, he trapped you in his octopus pot, folding himself around you to keep you there with him even though your oxygen tank’s supply was dwindling. And the twins had trapped you in an endless game of chase when they’d pulled you in and wouldn’t let you climb back out, insisting on playing with you until you could no longer keep yourself afloat due to sheer exhaustion. Perhaps you’ve kept your guard lowered around Riddle solely because he never posed any threat to you.

And he still doesn’t. In fact, when he has you in the water with him he doesn’t seem to know what to do. He looks absolutely saddened and scared and confused all at the same time, and he’s holding your arms so gently as he peers at you. But he seems to realize something and he’s quick to bring you back to the surface, pushing you towards the ledge so that you may climb out. He looks conflicted when you do this, his hand outstretched as if he expects you to grab it. Instead, you gently touch his palm and promise that you’ll be back next week. Poor Riddle is so ashamed with himself because he’s broken a rule, but he couldn’t help it. He wants you to stay so much. He misses you immensely in the days leading up to your scheduled arrival and almost doesn’t have the motivation to follow his other routines. But he focuses on those so that he won’t have to think of how lonely he is without you, as the familiarity and logical nature of a routine makes for a good distraction.

Riddle would never hurt you. He cares too much for you, almost to an obsessive degree. When you visit him next and your hand is wrapped in bandages and you offhandedly, casually mention one of the twins got you he frets over the injured area with a displeased frown and a dark look. He cradles your hand in his webbed ones, pressing it against his cheek and just holding it there. It’s a very endearing gesture. You wonder where he’s learned that.

For a while, you never had any problems with Riddle, aside from his usual desperation to get you to stay. No matter how hard he tries to keep you, he always lets you go. It seems he can’t bring himself to break the unspoken rules that have been put in place ever since you met him. Although things are a little different when breeding season is upon him. All merfolk act differently during this time; it’s an important moment in their lives. You’ve always avoided the octopus and twins when they were going through their cycles. The researchers would usually provide them with something to use to make up for the lack of a mate: an inflatable or molded silicone that was safe for them to use. It was too risky and dangerous to study them up close when they were so hyper-focused on breeding, and any cameras that may have been installed in advance for that purpose had been found and destroyed by both the octopus and the twins.

But Riddle is not as destructive or volatile as they usually are. In fact, as unfocused as he is, he’s actually more restless than violent or protective. He presses himself against the glass in hopes of seeing you, staying there for hours on end with his pupils blown wide. He remains perfectly still and even curls up at the very bottom to watch through the shadows. He never does anything to resolve the heat that overwhelms him, and if he does no one sees it. He becomes very private and subdued the deeper into his cycle he gets. You don’t visit him because, as kind and gentle as he is, he’s still a creature so uniquely different from humans, and all merfolk usually act rashly when in the throes of their natural biology.

Though if you had, he would have still treated you how he usually does. Riddle thinks of you and it helps get him through the unbearable. He wishes you’d visit. He wishes you were here with him. He wishes he could press himself against you and feel your delightfully human warmth. He wishes he could see you every day of the week, listen to your voice, touch your hands…

He resolves to have you during his next cycle, even if he has to break a few rules to achieve that.

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BULLY!Dormleader Cater who puts you on trial in front of everyone for petty grievances and makes you do humiliating things as your punishment.

Thoughts?

Amen. Smash-/j

Tw:yandere, Cater’s a dickhead

You’ve always thought the C in Cater stood for Crazy. It’s how he always introduced himself. The whole “call me Cay Cay if you’re Cray Cray” gimmick he uses to break the ice. You used to think that he was just being a little silly.

Now? You can think of a lot of other words starting with C to describe him. Kneeling down on velvet carpeting, your wrists bound by… magic. You could feel it flow and pulse around your arms, stinging your skin ever so slightly. Leave it to that crazy Housewarden to make even your bindings as uncomfortable as possible.

Crazy Housewarden. Cruel Housewarden.

This bloody cunt of a Housewarden.

“Aw, are you mad?”

A mocking voice echoed through the hall, coming from a man leisurely draped over a throne. Medals and gold strings dangle from his jacket, a cap hanging loosely on the top of his head, threatening to fall off any moment. He had his long lanky legs hanging off one arm of his throne, his back pushed to the other arm.

Leave it to Cater Diamond to make even sitting on a chair an art form. He looked like a luxury model, posing for the cameras. Sometimes, you do wonder if all the flashing lights finally got to his head sometimes.

Gritting your teeth, you shoot a withering glare at him, before spitting out your words at him venomously:

“What am I on trial on, your honour?”

He shrugs, before slipping off his throne. Strolling towards you ever so slowly, grinning away at the way you back up, shoulders tensed. He positions himself right in front of you, bending down so he was eye to eye with you.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re insane.”

Grabbing his chest, Cater feigns hurt. Even his grimace was far too dramatic to be natural. It was as if he was merely playing a role. A role he was trying way too hard to fulfill.

“Ouch, right in front of the rest of the dorm as well.”

Immediately, you turn back to the best of your abilities, your panicked gaze flickering around. Just as he said, the rest of the dorm were gathered around, nameless faces standing in silence. All just here to watch the both of you. To see what the Housewarden had in store for his favourite toy.

A gloved hand found its way onto your head, fingers weaving into your hair. Closing his hand into a fist, Cater drags your head back forward, forcing you to look at him firmly. You let out a cry of pain, jerking away from his touch.

Only to fall onto your side, face slamming against the very same velvety carpet where your knees were forced into. But now, the fuzz on the carpet cut into your skin, rough as sandpaper. Vaguely, you could hear the crowd twittering behind you. Hushed whispers and mutters, far too soft for you to ever hear, but you don’t really need to exactly hear the words they’re using to know that they’re talking about you.

Tilting his head ever so slightly, there’s a smirk playing loosely on Cater’s lips. A smug, sadistic little smile, the way a cat would smile with an injured, feeble rat within his paws.

In that very moment, you felt the situation for what it was. It wasn’t going to be a fair court case, with the defendant, the accused, and the judge.

No.

This was a coliseum, and you were nothing but a show for Cater Diamond.

Forced to fight until you break.

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Mother hen and her chick🐤

My part of the art trade with @krylovladislava!✨

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Sure why not

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Yandere prompt 21 with Azul please? Congratulations on 400!! (:

A/N: I do not know why I enjoy writing Azul so mean. The Octavinelle chapter showed him going from capitalistic business man to underwater crybaby and I have never been more hooked into a character in my life. Like yes he can be charming and charismatic but the moment he gets into baby mode he is a rather verbally abusive yandere, in my opinion. 

Azul Ashengrotto 

“What do you want?” 

Azul tightened the grip on his quill as you glared at him, your hands bound together by golden string as you sat pretty in the love seat across from him. His hand relaxed as he kept writing the terms of the shoddily made contract, the spelling mistakes and run on sentences being ignored in favor of finishing it as soon as possible. 

“If you have to ask me then you really don’t know the severity of your situation.” 

Today. It was happening today. 

That useless headmaster had somehow succeeded in finding a portal back to your world and had so jovially mentioned how you were all cleared to go back to your wretched world today. 

But not if he could help it. 

Azul almost felt bad about tricking you like this. Although he guessed that he should have started feeling bad when he first thought of the idea. 

After you had used Kingscholar to null all of his contracts, Azul had gained a new respect for you. A respect that slowly turned to affection and then quickly molded itself into obsession. At first he thought it was love, and he guessed that in some sense there was a hint of love in his desire for you, but the overwhelming feeling of want erased any possible romantic endeavors he might have pursued. 

You. Impossible, magicless, kind you. 

Why could you do no wrong in his eyes? You weren’t particularly smart nor did you have any talent that he could profit from. But the months went on and his eyes slowly opened to the appeal that you held behind that normal exterior. 

You were kind. 

To someone who had to undergo the jeers and the taunts of his classmates for all of his elementary school life, this was like handing the secret of success to the poorest man on the street. 

He had tested it too, just how far you could go with this kindness of yours. 

Azul would knock the books of your hands by ‘accident’, hit the back of your legs with his cane by ‘accident, one time he managed to get away with burning your hand on one of the stoves in the Monstro Lounge kitchen. You had cried out in pain (he had saved the sound for later use) and had immediately turned to him for some sort of spell that would at least lessen the burn. 

He, of course, had immediately apologized and told you that this is why you shouldn’t be placing your hand on whatever surface you see fit. You never knew what could hurt you. And instead of yelling at him for turning the stove on or for not even looking where your hand was placed before turning it on, you had just sniffled and smiled as you forgave him and cleared him of any fault. 

That as your first mistake. Surely you were kind but kind people never made it in the world. 

Which is why you should be nothing but grateful to him as he drafts this contract for you.

If this was any other situation this would be pretty normal, you had him draft contracts for you all the time. You would ask for simple favors here and there and Azul would make sure that the price you would pay was either small favors  or just some moments of your time. The terms were short and sweet, simple that even a child could understand them. 

And that simplicity had lulled you into a false sense of confidence. Enough for Azul to trap you with nothing but words and legalities. 

The lost contract you had signed held a hidden clause, one you hadn’t even bothered to look at due to how ‘simple’ his contracts with you tended to be. 

[Should the claimant find a way back to their world and have the intent to go back, the terms agreed upon in this contract will be considered null and void and the claimant will report to Azul Ashengrotto immediately.] 

A part of him regretted not being there for when Crowley broke the news to you. How had the headmaster reacted when gold strings appeared in your wrists before forcefully pushing them together while your feet led you straight to Octavinelle. 

His hand shook as he kept writing, biting his bottom lip as he tried to drown out your questions. 

“Azul just talk to me! I’m not supposed to be here right now, Crowley said--”

“I know what that mongrel said, Prefect, the contract wouldn’t have activated if you two were just talking about trivial things.” 

Sky blue eyes look up at you. 

“I’m surprised the idiot found a way to get you back home.” 

Your surprise was rather welcome, another expression he hadn’t seen you make in a while. 

“Then...if you know...” you bite your bottom lip before moving your bound hands side to side, “If you know then let me go! I have completed the terms to all of your contracts, you signing off on each one!”

He puts a hand over his face, laughing as you continued to speak. 

You still weren’t getting it. 

“The portal only lasts 24 hours, if I don’t go to the Mirror Chamber now its strength will slowly start to melt away!” 

Come on, open your eyes! Can’t you see what he is doing? 

“Azul I need to leave! You can’t just keep me here I haven’t done anything against you!” 

You were trying to leave! That was the only offense he needed to take action. 

“Azul!” 

Shut up. Shut up! 

“What could you possibly want from me!” 

“YOU!” 

The quill in his hand breaks as he slams it on the ground, glaring at you as he grabs your bound wrists and makes you stand up to look at him face to face. 

“All I want is you.” his expression softens as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “All I ever wanted was you.” 

His eyes darken before he picks up another quill and thrusts it into your bound hands, the sharp point break skin inside your palms. The contract he had drafted up was probably filled with nothing but ramblings about how you were now supposed to stay only by his side, be kind only to him and to never ever EVER mention your world ever again lest he starts truly punishing you for breaking an agreement. 

But it was a completed contract nonetheless. A piece of paper that he would guard with his life because it was the only thing keeping you here with him. 

“Now.” Azul grinned as he places the piece of paper down and presses a kiss against your forehead, the tip of the quill pressing onto the parchment as he slowly led your hands into signing your name, “Let’s go tell Crowley that you won’t be needing that silly mirror after all, okay? Who knows? I might just lose control and break it myself~”

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Everyone’s a Critic (Yandere Lex LuthorxReader)

Request: hey if your still doing requests can i get a lex luthor x reader where the reader is a street artiest and maybe they did a spray-paint mural on one of lex’s buildings and catch his eye. at first he’s pissed then he’s intrigued. just who is the girl with the spray-paint and the skate bored what music is so good that she always has headphones in? (it’s demondice’s new song wannabe) why does she never speak? ( can you make her a mute sfw but a little bit of lust on lex’s end is fine)

wow this one turned out much longer than I thought! I suppose that should be expected though, Lex demands a lot of attention

           It was an average morning in Metropolis; the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, Superman was making his morning rounds, and Lex Luthor was just walking into work. As usual, he paid attention to neither the sun nor the birds as he approached his office building, instead running through his morning schedule as he sipped his coffee. He was so focused, in fact, that he almost failed to notice the newest addition that had been made to the side of the building.

           When he did notice it though, he promptly stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar décor. There was a mural on the side of the building, one Lex knew that he never approved. For even if he could be a bit preoccupied at times, there was no way in hell that he ever would have said yes to a giant mural of Superman’s symbol marring his place of work. With a scowl on his face, Lex examined the mural closely. He had to admit, however begrudgingly, that it was fairly well done. The lines were even and distinct, yet stylized enough as not to be boring. It wasn’t just made with Superman’s standard colors either, instead incorporating a cacophony of colors, attracting the viewer’s attention and grasping it firmly.

           Still, the sight of something so obscene on his building angered Lex to no end, leading him to crush his coffee cup in his hand, paying no mind to the scalding liquid that dripped down his hand. After a moment more of hateful staring, he marched into the building, all of his subordinates taking note of his foul mood instantly. They had all seen the mural when they came in that morning, it was impossible to miss, so they knew just what was making him so furious. Rushing out of their boss’s way, they cowered in their offices until he passed.

           As soon as Lex had reached his office, he summoned the head of security, then ordered his personal assistant to bring him another coffee. While he waited for security to show up, he took the time to access the footage from the previous night. Thankfully, since the cameras were his own design, the image was crystal clear and allowed for substantial zooming. Once he had all of the optics optimized, Lex watched the footage of you as you skateboarded up to the side of the building. Glancing around, you seemed to check that the coast was clear before pulling cans of spray paint out of your backpack. But unfortunately, no matter how closely Lex peered, he couldn’t quite tell what your face looked like. Your eyes were shadowed by the brim of the baseball cap you wore, and you had a bandana tied around your face. Lex clicked his tongue in annoyance, thinking over how unfair it was that he didn’t have Superman’s x-ray vision. But no matter, he wouldn’t let that stop him.

           “Sir?” It was his head of security, with Lex’s personal assistant standing next to him.

           “Ah, yes, please come in,” Lex said with a charming smile.

           “Is this about the mural, sir? Because we’re currently working on identifying the woman in the footage.”

           “I’m sure you are,” Lex responded. “But in the meantime, I want more cameras placed on the sides of the building, where they’ll have a good view but won’t be seen.”

           “Of course, sir.”

           “And Mercy?” Lex said, turning his attention to his assistant.

           “Yes, sir?”

           “Have someone come in and erase the damned thing.” She nodded gravely, exiting the room to get on the task at once. With that out of the way, Lex tried his best to get on with his day, though he found his thoughts returning to the issue several times. And it wasn’t simply the mural that held his attention, but you as well. To put it bluntly, he couldn’t believe that you had the gall to vandalize his building. He was the most powerful man in Metropolis, and everyone knew that he didn’t take such slights lightly. He almost found it impressive, though he wasn’t sure if you were extremely brave or extremely stupid. But as the day came to an end and Lex left the building, noting with satisfaction that your mural had been removed, he was convinced that he could move on with his life, at least until you were caught.

            The next morning though, as Lex held another crushed cup of coffee in his hand, he realized that wouldn’t be the case. Not only had you painted another mural, but he swore that this one was even bigger than the last. There was already a crew working on removing it (thank god that at least Mercy could do her job properly), but they had only just started, letting him see the painting in nearly all of its glory. When he stormed up to his office, he found the head of security already waiting for him at the door. Waving him in, he let the man follow him as he stalked over to his desk. But when he arrived there, Lex realized that his was far too angry to sit, instead choosing to simply spin back around and confront his useless employee.

           “Tell me,” he began, his voice as smooth as silk, “did your mother drink when she was pregnant with you?”

           “Sir—”

           “Were you dropped on your head as a child?”

           “Sir, I’m sorry, but—”

           “Then explain to me,” Lex spat out, “how exactly you let this happen.”

           “I—”

           “No, you know what? I don’t actually care. You are clearly unfit for your position, get out.”

           “But—”

           “I said get out!” Lex yelled, raising his voice for the first time in the conversation. After his now former employee had left, Lex finally sat at his desk, pulling up the latest footage on his computer. It was the same pattern as the previous footage, you skateboarded up, glanced around, pulled out your spray cans, and began to paint. But with the new cameras installed, Lex could at least make out some details that he had missed the previous time. He could now see that you wore headphones as you worked, though you kept one ear bud out, Lex assumed so you would be able to hear if anyone was approaching. Whatever you music you were listening to you must have found very catchy, for Lex could see how you bobbed to the music as you worked. Zooming in just a bit more, he swore that he spotted a mischievous glint in your eyes. Despite himself, Lex smiled at the image, thinking it rather adorable.

           At that point, it became clear to him what exactly it was that he had to do. Cliché though it may be, the old saying was true: if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. Besides, he thought to himself, he was rather curious to meet you.

           That night, you approached the LexCorp building carefully, looking over your shoulder routinely to see if you could spot any cops or security. You knew it was risky, returning to the same building for the third night in a row, but you just couldn’t help yourself. The adrenaline rush you got from spray painting the building of the most influential man in Metropolis was just too amazing to ignore, and the thought of Lex Luthor’s arrogant face when he came into work the next morning and saw yet another mural was too tempting. Plus, you argued, his building really could use a makeover.

           So when you reached the building, it was with sound mind that you took out your cans of spray paint. Pausing, you contemplated the wall before you as you searched for some inspiration. When the next song came on your iPhone though, you smiled to yourself, already beginning to bob your head to the rhythm, and shook the cans, ready to get to work.

           Little did you know though, Lex Luthor himself was watching you at that moment. He had been waiting for you to show up all night long, but it appeared his patience had paid off. He was glad that he came himself, for seeing footage of you was one thing, but seeing you in person was quite another. Now that you were right before him, Lex could spot a million little details that he hadn’t been able to see before. The grace with which you handled your tools, the soft glow of your skin, the curve of your ass…

           Catching himself, Lex shook his head to clear away the lustful thoughts that had crawled their way into his mind, knowing that he needed to stay focused at the moment. He wasn’t sure if you would be back again, after all, so this might be his last chance. Approaching you slowly Lex made sure that he stepped lightly and silently, utterly unwilling to let you get away. To his satisfaction, he soon found himself right behind you, you too focused on your work to notice him.

           “You know,” he whispered in your ear, causing you to drop your cans and freeze up, “you’re rather talented, but I’m not sure if this is the right venue for your art.” Grasping your shoulders firmly, he spun you around, taking in the fear in your gaze with pleasure. “Now, you are going to tell me exactly who you are, understand?” For a moment, you simply stared at him in shock, unable to believe that Lex Luthor himself had been waiting for you. But once you processed his words, you simply shook your head fearfully. Lex growled at your lack of compliance, being just as annoyed as you would think a man used to being obeyed at every turn would be. Yet underneath his anger, he felt a powerful attraction, one helped along by the enthralling mix of fright and defiance held in your eyes.

           Suddenly, before you could even think to make a move, Lex yanked off your bandana, revealing your whole face to him for the first time. In spite of his current preoccupation, Lex was rather captivated by the image, finding your face just as magnetic as the rest of you. But still, he forced himself to stay on task.

           “Answer me,” he demanded, tightening his already bruising grip on you. Once again you simply shook your head in answer, although this time you did so while tapping your throat emphatically.

           “Oh,” Lex responded, looking down at your mouth. As he stared, he couldn’t help but notice just how soft your lips looked, even in the dim light of the city at night. Dimly, he wondered what it might be like to run his tongue over them, if they were actually as plush as they appeared to be. Not a man to simply stand by when times called for action, he decided to find out for himself. Meeting his lips with yours, he was glad to note that your lips were just as satisfying as he had hoped. Groaning at the sensation, he slid his tongue against your mouth, trying to slip it inside. Before he was able to though, you suddenly kneed him in the crotch, pushing him off of you as he doubled over in pain.  Skateboarding away quickly, you refused to look back.

           Perhaps you should have though. For if you had, you might have seen the grin that spread across Lex’s face as he straightened up. Once you had gotten away, he chuckled to himself, patting the small, almost unnoticeable camera that was pinned to his lapel. Looking down, he also realized that he still had your bandana in his hand as well. Oh yes, that would be more than enough for him to find you. And when he did, he would make sure that you couldn’t run away.

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Brother's Keeper Owl House AU Master Post

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Against Heaven and Hell~Yandere!Adam X Reader X Yandere!Lucifer

Hello, everybody! Welcome back to my Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation! Today I bring you a Yandere! Adam vs Yandere! Lucifer story. I think this one turned out alright but let me know what you think. As always, enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 1972

Warnings: Swearing, Adam being Adam, Car Crash, Contract Signing, Kidnapping

I bit my lip as I looked at myself in the full length mirror. The girls and I were going out tonight and I wanted to look my best. It had been a few months since we’d seen each other after all. I smoothed out my black and red plaid pants and fluffed my black dress shirt. Deciding I was presentable enough I walked to my kitchen. I grabbed my keys off the counter, put on my black bomber jacket and black boots, and walked out my apartment door. I locked the door behind me and continued my way to the elevator. Hitting the button for the first floor, I found myself tapping my foot as I waited.

Ding!

The doors opened and I walked out. I headed to the parking garage to the left of my apartment building and walked up the few flights of stairs to my car. Since I was the designated driver I made sure a few days before my vehicle was nice and tidy. I put on some tunes as I drove down several blocks before arriving near the center of the city. I parked on a side street and pulled out my phone, texting Ashley that I was ready for them. I scrolled through social media for a few minutes when there was a tap on my window. I looked up and saw Ashley, Shiloh and Tiffany standing there. I unlocked the doors and they all got in. “Hey, girl! Long time no see!” Ashley, sitting in the passenger seat, gave me a tight hug.

“It’s nice to see all of you too. Gosh, it feels like it’s been forever.”

“It really has. But no time is like the present as they say!” Tiffany piped up from the back seat. 

We all nodded in agreement. “So, where should we go?”

“How about Tito’s? I heard they have a $3 special going on tonight.” Shiloh said.

“Tito’s it is then.”

With that I started the car and drove further into the city. We arrived at Tito’s around 7 pm and after parking the car, walked inside. The bar was quite busy that night with many couples sharing tables and others taking to the dance floor as a live band played. The four of us took to a booth across from the bar and ordered our drinks. The girls had gotten some classics like a gin and tonic, old fashioned and Manhattan while I just had my favorite soda. I was the designated driver after all. We sat and chatted for hours, and it soon was 10 pm and my friends were wasted. I struggled to carry all of them to the car as they giggled drunkenly, grasping onto me tightly. “Oh my god, Y/n! You’re so cute, you know that?” Shiloh said, giggling slightly.

“Yeah, yeah.”

I had to lean Tiffany and Shiloh against the back door as I struggled to put Ashley in. “Stop, Y/n! That tickles! Stop!”

I grunted as I managed to get her in with her seat belt on. Quickly I rounded to the back of the car and started to get Shiloh in. Tiffany slid to the ground and started to laugh uncontrollably. This was going to be a rough night.

It took about 15 minutes but I had finally gotten everybody in the car. I drove everybody back to Ashley’s apartment and started to unload them into the hallway. “Y/n, please stay. We can like have a big sleepover!” Ashley slurred.

“Sorry, honey. I’ve got work in the morning. But I’m sure Tiffany and Shiloh wouldn’t mind your company.”

I leaned down to the “Welcome” mat by Ashley’s door and grabbed the spare key. Unlocking the door, I dragged in all three girls. I placed Ashley on her armchair and Shiloh and Tiffany on the couch. Once I made sure they were all cozy, I snuck out before they could grab onto me. I made sure to replace the key under the mat before I walked back to my car. 

The drive home was a bit chaotic. There were lots of people on the streets wandering around due to it being a Friday night and night life was hopping. I was placed out of my thoughts as my light turned green. I was in the middle of the intersection when suddenly my car was struck on the side by a much larger vehicle. I tried to regain control of the wheel as my stomach clenched, however, the car began to flip. I couldn’t even get a scream out as another car came and smashed into the front of mine. I could feel the car being slid across the road before slamming into a building. My head flew forwards and smacked into the wheel before flying back. My vision was doubling as I heard faint screams from the street. Just as my eyes began to close, I could have sworn I saw golden wings descending from the sky.

Before I even opened my eyes, I could feel warmth around me. It didn’t feel like a blanket or anything more like the Sun beaming down upon me. I slowly opened my eyes only to be blinded by bright light. Everything seemed to be overly saturated as I looked around and the gentle humming of violins filled the air. I sat up with a groan and held my head, a slight dull pain hitting it. What happened?

Suddenly, a set of double white doors flew open and revealed a tall, large man in a white, gold and purple robe, a demon looking mask on his face with black horns scraping behind his head. Beside him a smaller female with a black and white devilish mask, gray dress and white and black wings stood. “Ah good, you’re finally awake, babe.”

“Who are you?”

“Adam, first man. Autographs are extra, sweetheart. And this is Lute, my assistant.”

I just stared at him. What in the world? “Um, I hate to ask, but where am I?”

“You’re in Heaven, toots!”

“H-Heaven? You mean like Heaven and Hell Heaven?”

Adam’s yellow eyes rolled. “Duh! What other Heaven do you know of?”

My hands touched my chest and then my face. If I’m here does that mean-

“You’re not dead if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Then how’d I get here? I thought only dead people saw the Pearly Gates?”

Adam’s smile grew wide and the sight of fangs alarmed me. “I may have pulled a few strings to get you here. Please hold the applause. You can thank me later.”

“Um, okay.”

“I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself, but don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

He snapped his fingers and the two left. When the doors closed, I took a few moments to breathe. What exactly happened? All I could remember was driving back home from Ashley’s apartment, getting into a huge car crash and golden wings descending from the sky. Could that have been Adam? But then did he know I was going to get into a wreck? Could angels predict that sort of stuff? 

I shook my head and stood up from the bed I was on. Looking down I was in a light blue medical gown and my feet were bare. Was I in a hospital back on Earth? “You almost ready in there, babe? It’s been a while.”

“C-coming.”

“Not without me I hope.”

I stopped before the door. Did he say what I think he said? Whatever.

I opened it and stepped out. “Finally. Now come on, toots. Let the first man show you around!”

Before I could say anything, he slung a tight arm around my shoulders, and we walked off. 

Heaven wasn’t quite what I expected. It was almost like the city I lived in just without what would be considered sin. Every angel smiled and waved as the three of us walked by and it was almost sickening how happy everybody was. “So how do you like Heaven, babe? Does it surpass your expectations?”

“I guess. I wasn’t really expecting to be here. How did I get here again?”

“That doesn’t matter. The important thing is that we’re together! Especially now that you’ve got a real man in your life!”

“Sir, you said you’d hold off on that information.”

“Oh what’s the big deal, Lute? Toots will be stuck here anyway.”

I stopped walking and the two turned to look at me. “Stuck here? What are you talking about? You said I wasn’t dead.”

“Not yet. But as soon as my favor goes through then you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

“F-favor? Are you going to kill me?!”

“Eh, sacrifices need to be made. But I can assure you my dick is good.” He winked.

“Get away from me!”

I bolted as fast as I could. “Lute, grab her!”

I could hear the flapping of wings as I continued to run. Just as I was rounding a corner, I could feel myself falling. It wasn’t fast but more like floating back to Earth. The light around me dissipated into a grayness and I felt myself land softly.

My eyes flickered open and it took me a few minutes to realize I was in a hospital room. I sat up quickly and looked around frantically. I couldn’t see any angels around, so I leaned back in bed. A knock sounded at the wooden door and in walked a short man with blonde hair. He had on a white dress shirt and red tie, white pants and black boots. He stopped by the side of my bed and a pleased smile graced his lips. “Thank goodness you’re alright. I thought you’d never wake up. You were in a coma for a few days.”

“You are?”

“Oh, forgive me, where are my manners? Dr Morningstar at your service. You were in quite the accident, little lady.” 

“What happened?”

“From what we were told it was quite the fatal car crash. I’m not sure how it happened, but it seems like Heaven willed it to occur.”

He grit his teeth when he mentioned the glorious upstairs. Odd.

He went back to smiling at me and I couldn’t tell if it was the lighting, but his eyes appeared red. “The most important thing is we get you better. I’m sure your husband is worried about you.”

“Oh, I’m not married.”

“I see.”

His gaze dropped to my hand and I became uncomfortable with how long it lingered there. “Well, I’d better let you rest. I’ll be back later to check up on you.”

He bowed and exited the room, closing the door behind him. What is with today?

Over the next few weeks Dr Morningstar helped me recover. My friends came and visited a couple of times which was nice. I was told I could go home at any time soon. It was late one night when Dr Morningstar came into my room. “Alrighty then Y/n, I have your discharge papers right here.”

He handed me a stack of paperwork. “I just need you to sign the bottom.”

“Of course.”

I did as he said when suddenly the lights started to flicker. The room slightly shook as Dr Morningstar suddenly summoned a cane with an apple on top. “W-what’s going on?”

“You my dear, just signed your soul to me.”

“W-what?!”

“I didn’t want to trick you like this I promise, but it needed to be done. Adam was getting too close to you.”

How could he know about Adam? 

“The douchebag spilled everything to me, trying to make me jealous I guess. But sad to say, you’re now mine.”

He walked closer and I attempted to run but was met with a whack to the head. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

My eyes couldn’t quite process the six wings and horns that my doctor gained as they closed.

Everything faded to black.

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𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), ex gf!justice league!reader, yellow lantern!hal, this is a dark fic, noncon, somnophilia, suggested violence against reader, toxic relationship,  yandere!hal, hal refers to himself as ‘daddy‘, he’s delusional oops, sinestro co-op, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

you would be so pissed at Hal right now. 

he knew that, but he couldn’t force himself to feel any shame for the way he scooped you up, holding you tight as you crumbled towards the ground. he was hugging you, the way he really wanted to when he’d first heard you call out for him. 

but you hadn’t sounded happy to see him. when your eyes coruscated over the yellow suit he donned, your brows knit together, your eyes narrowed. you were disgusted. appalled. you hated him in that color; the color of pure fear. 

you were going to get that ring off of him, even if it meant you had to beat him down in the process. or, at least, that’s what you said. however, Hal had years more of experience in hand to hand combat, and the ability to create a construct of anything that he wanted to use against you. not to mention all the times he’d sparred with you. it was never his intention to learn all your tricks and how to counter them, but now he was thankful he had. 

“Sure am glad you found me.” he whispers, burying his face in your hair as he doubled over, holding your midsection tight. you were unconscious from the knock to your head, inflicted by no other than your ex lover who now held you so tenderly, so you droop backwards, your head lolling towards the ground. when he pulls back to look at your features, he breathes a sigh of relief when he traces your softened countenance with his fingers. you no longer looked angry with him, you were no longer disgusted by his newfound power in fear. “Saved me the trouble of tracking you down, having to fight the rest of the Justice League to take you back with me, the whole shebang. I didn’t want to kill any of them, but they wouldn’t have just let me take you. I would’ve had to.” unable to resist his deepest, darkest urge to do so, he leans forward and allows the weight of his lips to press against yours. you don’t kiss him back, and he can accept that for now, because he’d missed the taste of your mouth so much. “But you came back…” his words were muffled as he dragged his lips over your mouth, prying it open with his tongue so he can taste the inside. “You came back to me.” 

that was when Hal finally dug his knees into the dirt, hauling your body down with him, slowly laying you down. your figure is mostly on its side, though turned at your midriff so he can look at your face, with both of your shoulders against the hard ground. “You still look just like an angel when you’re sleeping.” he muttered, tracing your lips with his fingertips. his breath caught in his throat, staring at them. they weren’t nearly swollen enough, like they used to be when he’d kiss you hard. even towards the end, when he started to turn and you’d begun to resist him, he still always left your tiers pouty. 

“It’s been so long,” he breathes out, cradling your face in one hand as he leans over you to kiss you again. he simply couldn’t stop. “So long since you were soft and obedient like this. I missed it.” 

as Hal started to lose his way, you’d began to try and distance yourself from him. you knew that he was changing, and you knew that it was into nothing but darkness. but you didn’t know how to help him or how to stop it; you’d hoped the other members of the Justice League would, but he wouldn’t talk to any of them. he only wanted you. you’d even tried once to tell him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore, but he hadn’t taken the news well, slapping a construct collar around your neck to emphasize how you were bound to him, whether you wanted to be or not. 

he’d scared you. 

and now, here he was. a yellow lantern. the pinnacle of fear. wielding it like a ferocious, flaming weapon. 

“But you’ll be a good girl for me now… won’t you?” from your lips down to your neck, his open mouth attacks you in needy kisses, bites, and sucking. he knew every portion of your body, what areas he could kiss to make you swoon, he only wished he could hear it now— the soft whisper of his name when he flustered you. he was thinking about all the times you’d said his name, and he couldn’t help the moan that vibrates against your throat. “You have to.” 

Hal had forgotten just how addicted to you that he was since his time in the Sinestro Corps. he’d been focused on his duties as a Yellow Lantern, and Sinestro didn’t allow too much time for his second in command’s mind to wander. he had, however, granted Hal the permission to take you by force. but only when the time was right. luckily, for Hal at least, you’d shown up, in search of him and hopeful to pull him from Sinestro’s side. you’d fallen right into his lap; he always knew it was meant to be. 

“God, I missed you…” he was babbling, both of his hands prying at your top, unzipping it as he wrenches it back to expose your bare breasts. his mouth wasn’t far behind, taking one inside, he sucked on your nipple and groaned to himself. he had a thick, hard erection rubbing against the backs of your thighs that needed to be tended to. he wanted you to be awake, to moan for him to fuck you like you used to, but right now, he would have to make due with what he had. your suit’s zipper catches at your waist, and Hal’s hands and mouth are much too occupied with squeezing and kissing your breasts  to continue undressing you, so the topaz flare of his power oozes out from his ring to create another set of hands, a pair that finishes the task of pulling your clothes off until you’re completely nude on your side underneath him. then, his power dissipates. he could’ve, just as easily, used it to position you how he wanted to take you, but he couldn’t keep his focus long enough. “Fuck, I need you, baby. I need you right now.” his hands were already working, one between your legs, priming your sex to life, and the other to get his cock free from his suit. 

his fingers delve into you, prodding along your canal. regardless of your unconscious state, your walls flutter about his fingers as if welcoming him home, and he closes his eyes, biting down on his lip. “You missed me too, I can feel it. So wet already…” he croons, probing deeper, “Don’t you worry, baby, daddy’s home, and he’s never letting you leave his sight again.” his other hand was pumping his recently liberated prick, mighty and jabbing upwards towards his belly, and when he retrieved his fingers from inside you, he marveled at the webs of slick that clung to them, coating his member in your shine. he shudders, giving the swollen tip a final squeeze, running his thumb against the sensitive slit. he’d been left to please himself for too long, his own touch could no longer electrify him, not like he knew your cunt, inches from him, could. 

“You might hate me for this at first.” he mutters, grasping your thigh with one hand, pushing it upwards so your knee bent more, grazing your belly, to reveal your treasure to him. the other directed his tool to it, splitting your netherlips without so much as a moment’s hesitation. usually, he would tease you, rub the head of his cock along your folds, but that had always been to watch you squirm and mewl and beg for him to stop teasing. all he really wanted was to dive into you, as deep and hard as he could. bury himself there. so, this time, he does. he plunges in deep, and bottoms out hard. “It’s gonna hurt when you wake up,” but he doesn’t stop, he can’t. your walls spasm and struggle to stretch around his forceful girth, but he grabs your leg with both, massive hands and jerks your body back to ram into it. “A lot.” he’s already panting, pounding you so violently that your entire body ripples against his thrusting, your head dragging along the ground. you make a little sound, as if you might come around soon, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. 

“But, just give it time, baby girl. You’ll start to like the pain.” 

his moans turn to growls, fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thigh, bruising the delicate skin as he drills himself home, past your sweet spots, to batter the entry of your cervix with relentless and cruel bucking, over and over again. “Fuck, you feel good,” one hand trails up to grab your face and turn it back towards him; he wished you’d open your eyes so he could see the shock on your face when he bumped against your cervix. you didn’t, and he squeezes your cheeks, hollowing them. he may have done it out of frustration, that he can’t hear you whimper for him, or maybe it was just pent up anger at you for pushing him away. “Too good…” 

“‘S too tight! Too warm!” 

he was already close. 

“You’re gonna make me cum right now, baby girl.” it was uttered in bemusement, amazed that he wasn’t the marathoner he used to be. the two of you would go round after round of lovemaking until neither of you could move an inch, and you were holding on to him for dear life. but he wasn’t making love to you, not like he used to. 

Hal was fucking you. brutally. primally. 

“I wanna give it to you so bad, wanna fi— fill you up so fuckin’ full!” his breathing ragged, he pats your cheek as he lays your face back down against the dirt on the ground and allows his fingers to roam; they hesitate for a moment near your throat. he throbs with delight at the thought of wrapping his fist around it, but he wanted you to be awake for that. he wanted to hear the sounds you made when he held you down and choked you; he’d be sure to play with your sensitive clit at the same time, so he could show you how to cum while he hurt you.

 instead, he presses his palm against your chest, smashing your breast in the process, to keep you pinned in place for him to rut like a beast. “Close,” he grunts, his jaw drawn taut. “So— so close… take it for me, baby, take it!” 

he hadn’t given you a choice. 

with a string of desperate grunts and snorts, Hal buried himself in your belly as he came, hunching over to kiss your slack mouth, moaning your name over and over as he starts to come down. you were whimpering in your sleep state, probably on the cusp of waking up— no doubt the discomfort following such a rough romp would seep into your subconscious and draw you out of it. but the sounds you made only made it that much harder for him to want to pull out of you. 

he does so, albeit begrudgingly, telling himself that there would be plenty more opportunity to have you how he needed. besides, he was spent after violating you in all the ways he’d dreamt of, without your voice to cry for him to stop. dilated eyes trailing along your body, he could already see the sections of flesh that would be littered with darker bruising in the coming days, and the way his cum leaked from your quivering sex was almost too sordid for him to bear without shoving himself inside you again. 

tucking himself away, back into his golden uniform, he’s busy with those construct hands, reaching for your suit to dress you again. 

“Leave it,” it was Sinestro’s voice, and it was then that Hal realized his superior was leaning against an outcropped rock nearby. “Wouldn’t want her thinking she’s still a superhero, now would we?” 

Hal frowned, looking from him to your naked body. “She doesn’t have anything else to wear.” he muttered; it was a moment of the true Hal shining through the power of the wicked ring on his finger. 

“And if she’s a good girl for you, you’ll gift her with clothes.” Sinestro floats closer, the tips of his toes barely treading the dirt before he claps a hand on Hal’s shoulder, as if reminding him who he was now. “She has to earn the right to wear them. By pleasing her master. If you give a pet too much freedom, it’s only a matter of time before they run away, right?” 

“Right.” Hal muttered, his features hardening again. the constructs melt into an altogether, different shape. an oversized box, one that resembled the way a Barbie might be packaged. it envelops you, golden twist ties wrapping around your wrists and ankles and locking you in place, a transparent sheet of construct sliding into place to lock you in the box. “I can’t give her too much freedom. Or she’ll try to run away from me.” 

“You know the way to control her, don’t you, Hal Jordan?” 

“… With fear.” 

“Very good.” Sinestro hums, admiring the craftsmanship of his favored soldier, and gives his shoulder a firm pat. “If the Justice League comes for her, we’ll let her watch our army cut them down. But for now, take the time and enjoy her.” 

your eyelids flutter, groaning as you start to come around. your head is throbbing, and you feel like you’ve been donkey kicked in the gut. not to mention the sickening feeling of something all too familiar oozing out of you. your head rolls around against your shoulders as you squint. “H—Hal? What did you—“ you jerk your arms, but the power holds them in place at your sides, posing you like a doll on the shelf. “What did you do?!” 

but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, when you look down to realize you’re naked and sore. 

“Hal… oh, god, Hal…” 

Sinestro is watching with his arms folded over his chest, and when you catch sight of him, you grimace with disgust. “Take back your fucking ring and this monster you created. Give me my Hal back!” squirming in your golden cell, you scream it at the top of your lungs. 

Sinestro chuckles, shaking his head. “‘Your Hal’? Oh, love, this is your Hal. He can take the ring off any time he wants to. The problem is, that he just would rather have the power that it can give him. I’m the only one that will sanction his desire to own you.” 

Hal gets to his feet, and takes a few, slow steps up to the box you’re trapped in, pressing his hand against it. he doesn’t seem to be listening to the banter, nor does he care. because he’s staring at you, fondly, as if admiring a piece of art. 

“Hal… please…” 

“You won’t ever leave me again, I’ll make sure of it.” 

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Make Me Your One and Only

Reader: F Character: Keishin Ukai Rating: E Summary: Your mother recently got married to Ukai, he was a nice guy. Owned his own store and coached the volleyball team at the school you recently graduated from. But Ukai had his sights set on someone other than your mother. You.  Warning: Yandere, Step Dad!Ukai, Smut, Breeding Kink, Forced Impregnation, Age Gap (Reader is 19, Ukai is 40s), Unsafe Sex, Tampering with Birth Control, Dub-ConProceed with Caution Tip Jar 🍸 | Ask Box: Open | Commission Me!

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Yandere!BTAS!Mad Hatter x Reader Headcanons

🎩 Now, Jervis isn’t one to immediately profess feelings or jump into a relationship immediately. No, he much prefers to pine and long for you for quite a while, letting his infatuation for you fester until he falls deeper and deeper into the seductive grasp of his love for you. Before he knows it, he’s past the point of no return - a lovesick fool, all for you~ For ‘tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round…

☕ If you had known Jervis before he had become the Mad Hatter, you would most likely have met him through work and became friends through your interactions with him! Your presence in Jervis’ life was a breath of fresh air… Unlike most everyone else in his life… You cared about him. You listened to him and talked and joked and seemed genuinely interested in him. You never thought of him as unworthy or ugly. And that was more than could be said for, well, about anyone in his life! It was then that he realized he’d been blinded! None of his friends, however few in number they may be, not even Alice Pleasance, cared about him, truly. Not like you did…

🎩 Oh, how happy you made him! Not only because of your friendship and kindness towards, but also for doing one simple act that hardly anyone had done - you actually listened to him, your attention and interest genuine and rapt, and it made his heart soar! You let him talk about his most favorite thing - Alice in Wonderland and the body of works by Lewis Carroll! Anyone else would have gotten angry or frustrated with him, calling him a broken record - but you… Oh, callooh! Callay! You cared, you listened, you let him speak.  And so he talked about the book, and the movies, and the few Alice related games he required. Oh, he was so happy, he thought he would cry!

☕ In return for your invaluable kindness, Jervis was more than willing to listen to whatever you fancied - as long as it made you happy, that’s all that mattered! Whatever makes you happy, makes him happy, too! He’d listen with rapt attention, hanging onto your every word about whatever comes to mind. He’ll also make sure to buy some gifts related to your interests whenever he has the spending money to do so.

🎩 Un(?)fortunately for you, it isn’t long before Jervis’ love (and ever-growing obsession) for you sends him over the edge and into Wonderland. He… He had come to realize that you… You must be protected. Protected from anyone who was unworthy of you (which, in his eyes, was anyone besides himself), from Gotham, from the cruel and twisted world. He needed to protect you. To protect you and keep you and love you. Forever. Just you, and him, and an eternal tea party…

☕ If you accept his love, oh, Jervis will simply be over the moon with joy! Oh, frabjous day! He’s so happy, so euphoric, he might cry! He’ll thank you endlessly, confessing his love over and over and over. Oh, his darling, his dearest, his sun and his moon and his stars! He’s never loved anyone more than you!

🎩 When it comes to affection, Jervis always tries to be accommodating to your needs. He’ll go as slow as you want and stop whenever you feel uncomfortable. Jervis thinks himself a gentleman, as well, and as such he mostly keeps his affectations to handholding, kissing hands, or hugging and cuddling! If you  kiss him, he’ll go bright red with embarrassment! However, he’ll readily and eagerly kiss you back, if a bit sloppily - though he’s more than happy for you to teach him!

☕ If you reject his advances, however, he’ll try to keep a cool head… until, however, he has a breakdown. Jervis yells, tears streaming down his eyes, emotions unbalanced - switching between rage, despair, betrayal, and self-loathing. He doesn’t understand! He- he thought you loved him! He thought you cared! What had he done wrong?! He’s an absolute inconsolable wreck.

🎩 He eventually gets it into his head that… That you had been tricked… Of course. Of course, it couldn’t make sense any other way! Jervis knew with 100% certainty that you and he were destined to be together! It was fate! Someone must have tricked you, messed with your mind into believing you weren’t in love with him. Oh, his poor beloved… Don’t worry! He’ll help you remember, and you and he can finally be together, forever!

☕ Before you can react, Jervis flourishes a card from up his sleeves and slips it behind your ear. Jervis stares at you adoringly as your eyes grow hazy and clouded. He sighs contentedly, and whispers to you, “Don’t fret, dearly beloved, everything will be just fine. Now… Take a deep breath, and listen to Jervis…"

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we stand in awe (we’ve created life)

This is set several years ahead in the You Have Me Until Every Star in the Galaxy Dies continuity. The reader is written as female.

Dad!Hal starts here. Boy or girl?

Content Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Unplanned Pregnancy

Suggested Soundtrack: With Arms Wide Open by Creed

Hal had been feeling jittery ever since Jessica had contacted him rambling. You’d been feeling sick for a few weeks before he’d left. Nauseated and tired. You’d both thought that it was just the bug that had been knocking down your co-workers one by one; symptoms that crept up before knocking you out and going away finally after a few days of runny noses, sore throats, and coughing. 

It was only after that Jessica had called rambling that you still weren’t feeling okay and that he needed to come back now. Hal had pushed harder than he had in a while and he nearly crashed over the sunchair on his balcony as he landed. 

The first smell that hit him when he opened the sliding door was the smell of citrus cleaning products and the first thing he saw was everything nearly shining it was so clean. 

You deep cleaned when you were stressed. 

Very stressed. 

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Can I have a Yandere dark Batman x reader x yandere dark Nightwing nsfw

They sharing the reader and want to make them there's and breed her not really caring who baby it will be as long it is from one of them.

Dark! Yandere! Bruce Wayne x Fem! Reader x Dark! Yandere! Nightwing

a/n:awooga big dilf men

Tags/Warnings: DUBCON, pregnancy, BABY TRAPPING, threesome, praise, breeding, creampies, GASLIGHTING, SEXUAL ASSULT, DRUGGING, KIDNAPPING??????

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“It's so weird how Joker only wants this one girl.” Bruce leaned back in his suit, cleaning his cowl. It was only him and dick in the Batcave, the rest of the Batfam out on patrol. Joker had planned on kidnapping one of the scientists that worked on Arkham Asylum. Of course he sent Dick to go and get her, and keep her within Wayne Manor for her own safety. Unbeknownst to her of course.

“What else would an asshole like that want? She's a renowned scientist and psychiatrist. She's made literal toxins, and also in charge of one of the chemistry divisions on the Island itself. Literally the epitome of ‘Oh Joker come kidnap me!’” Dick joked, placing down his rods, “Listen, it's our job to keep her safe and comfy, we can consider all that later. I’m going to check on her, make sure Alfred is giving her an A plus treatment.”

Bruce gave a silent nod, and watched as Dick ran up the stairs. Bruce couldn't connect two and two, and all he could do was meditate on the thought. He watched through the bat computer, you moving around the guest bedroom, pacing back and forth. You were gorgeous, worrying about nothing in his eyes. But to you, your whole world was crashing, and Bruce deep down, basked in that feeling. He turned off the monitor, setting his head in his hands, he had no clue what to do once in his life.

Bruce instead poured himself a bottle of scotch, waiting for the idea to come to him, who knew, maybe liquor was all he needed to regain his own sense of self back.

You had woken up in a strange room, barely able to recall what had recently happened to you. Everything was almost as if a fever dream, blurred and disoriented. So you started pacing, recalling everything that could have possibly led you to the moment. Through that process though, only led to go crying and breaking down instead.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening behind you, you turned around quickly, nearly about to slap whoever just scared you. Your wrist was grabbed by no one other than Nightwing. You gasped as he let go, a smirk painted on his face. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I just get really jumpy and I’m really on edge right now.” You rambled messing with your Arkham Asylum ID.

“Woah Now, I just wanted to see how you were-”

“Wait, you're the one who kidnapped me.”

“Why does everyone always go straight to kidnapping, listen I saved you okay?”

You turned away from him, settling your head into your hands groaning out, mumbling a small Im sorry before continuing your good cry. Nightwing came up back behind you and held you by your shoulders, giving you the slightest massage. You could tell he was trying to calm you down, you would give your more calmer patients massages all the time back on Arkham.

“Calm down beautiful, you're so strung up over nothing. Chill out for me.” Dick purred into your ear. He watched as your posture faltered under his touch. Everything was so easy for him when it came to women, yet he did learn from the best.

“I'm sorry Nightwing, but it's all my fault… he… he wanted a poison… and he threatened to hurt my parents…” You stumbled out, Nightwing leading you to the huge silk covered bed. He sat you down rubbing away at your back, he pulled you in close giving you a hug to try and rest your nerves. You were trembling with each word, struggling to even push it out.

“Why are you so stressed out, I’m not going to like, throw you in jail or anything. I understand, We, me and Batman, understand. We only have you here for your safety.” Nightwing reassured you one final time. You nodded at him still breaking down, your cheeks burning from crying. “Want to try a trick I learned that helps me calm down?”

“I dont know…”

“Trust me it works! It's called laughter, trust me works with everyone I ever did know.”

“You're treating me like a child…”

“I want to cheer you up. Look, Do you want to see something cool?” Nightwing stood up smiling a bright and wide none the less cheesy smile. You eventually nodded your head and started to pay attention. “Alright Alright! Watch this!” He flipped onto his side, his left hand holding up his weight. “Tada!” He yelled out making a goofy face at you.

You smiled at his dumb attempt at making you feel better. Then he flipped onto his feet letting out another loud and boisterous tada. You laughed, wiping your cheeks of your tears, Nightwing doing more tricks to make you laugh. When he finally had enough he stopped and watched as you doubled over. “You're really something else huh?” You stated looking at him once more.

“Yup! That's why I’m the best Robin, but I think we all are aware of that one.” He moved back to lean on the bed.

“I never said that, but thanks… it actually did help a bit.”

“I know something else that also works in helping…” Nightwing pulled you by your chin and connected your lips in a slow passionate kiss. You started to kiss back, your emotions fuling you, his hands coming to remove your white lab coat. You finally realized what you were doing and pulled away.

“What's wrong, don't you want this? Want me?”

“I'm sorry, but aren't you dating …another superhero? I don't want to be just a one night stand because I’m upset and you're horny… I'm sorry…Too much has happened tonight… I’m…”

Nightwing looked like he was going to say something, but inevitably turned around and slammed the door leaving you back alone with your thoughts.

Dick was pissed, you and him were getting along so well. Even after he did all his research before going in there to talk to you, only for you to bring up his relationship. It's almost like you didn't want him to be anywhere near you, it's not like you weren't into it. So of course he walked into the Batcave pissed as well. Bruce immediately sensed the change in atmosphere around him.

“She acts like she wasnt into me kissing her, fucking tease.”

“Stop talking like that, it isn't healthy. It's going to be alright, but still… gorgeous isn't she?” Dick jumped at Bruce's words, surprising him that he would think that way about their somewhat captive. “If I got alone with her, I wouldn't even blame you. I’d do the same, then fuck the day lights out of her…” Bruce had been drinking and he wasn't ashamed of it. But Dick didn't mind, he could get something out of this.

“Well if you like her too, how about we make a deal.”

“I'm listening.”

“We tag team her, get her pregnant, then boom, she's stuck here with us.”

Bruce looked over to the side for a minute, not sure about what he should do next. Sure he spent a long time researching you before picking you up from Arkham, falling in love with you based on what he learned, yet he didn't know. But the alcohol was talking, not sensible Bruce Wayne.

"Sure."

You were reeling from earlier, the guilt settling in of what you'd done. You had probably just lost your lifeline at the moment. So instead you hid away, forcing yourself between the wall and the bed itself. The more you cried and sobbed the worse your paranoia became.

Then the door opened once more. You kept hidden not wanting to be seen at all. "Hey listen I'm sorry I kind of left like that." It was Nightwing and he seemed… calm again??? You didn't know if you could trust it. "I brought you some water alright? You're probably drained from all that crying, so please come out from over there."

He knew where you were.

You crawled from your spot back on the bed, Nightwing still adorning his suit. He smiled at you, as you took the cup and started gulping down the water fast. He was right, you were super thirsty. The water tasted… tangy?? You couldn't tell what it was but it was fulfilling. “I’m sorry about earlier,I kind of-”

“Stop Apologizing, it's all cool, you don't have to worry about it anymore alright?.”

“Oh… Are you like…. Hot…” Then it hit, the hit burning sensation you felt crawling all over you. You held your chest almost instantly.

"What… What was that!? In.. The water!!" You gasped out grabbing Nightwings shoulder.

"One of Ivy's Aphrodisiacs."

Your blown out eyes darted towards an even bigger figure, adorning his cowl as well. He was out of his suit only walking around in a tank and sweatpants. He entered the room and shut the door making sure to lock it behind him. "It works surprisingly faster than usual, what am I saying it's not even a surprise. Ivy makes all of her little date-kill drugs fast like that. We were lucky to have some laying around honestly."

Batman walked closer to you, Nightwing keeping a sturdy grip on your arm. Batman sat down, both of their 6 foot builds towering over you. It only made you hotter, craving for release. You started to pant, just the touch of them turning you on.

"Do you want us?" Nightwing sneers into your ear, rubbing up and down your leg.

"Or do you need us?" Batman goes into your other ear, rubbing your back, his strong hand holding you more in place. You looked at both of them. Finally with a sigh you reluctantly nodded. "Good… really good." Batman finally pulled off his cowl and set it down on the ground, showing no one else but a dashing Bruce Wayne. Honestly you were shocked, someone as stoic Batman was Bruce Wayne, Gotham's richest playboy. But you barely had the time to let it all settle in, Bruce leaning in to take a kiss, Nightwings cowl now off and he kissed your neck, dark curls falling into your shoulder. You moaned out just by their touch.

"Shit, you're amazing." Nightwing groaned into your neck, pulling down your lab coat, throwing it across the room along with your ID. Your skin tasted like honey, sweet and supple. Bruce tore your blouse down the center, Nightwing pulling it off, trailing kisses down your back. He pulled you down along with Bruce. You were sandwiched between two Adonis's, each pleasing and praising you for the littlest things. "We are going to take such good care of you."

Bruce trailed his lips down your chest and wasted no time leeching on your cunt, eating you out with no regard. You thrusted up into his face, his tongue almost feeling like you were in contact with heaven itself. Nightwing turned your face to look at his own, of course he was Dick Grayson, one of Bruce's adopted children. He smashed your lips, finally getting the kiss he was begging for earlier. You moaned out Bruce's name grabbing at his already messed up black hair.

You moaned into his mouth, tongues intertwining with one another. When Dick pulled away he was dazed, his eyes continuing to rake up and down your body. All the little twitches and squirms. "You like that?"

"Mhmm."

“He's so experienced you know, you should let us do this everyday to you?” You quickly shook your head no, Bruce hitting a neither spot deep within you, quickly throwing you off your rhythm. Dick sighed moving to pull off his skin tight suit, his cock popping out in anticipation. He panted deep quick breaths before poking your lips with his enormous head.``Try it, I’m sure you're going to like it, it's all just for you… and only you.” The heat within you took over once more, you sticking out your tongue to lick at his tip. Dick wasted no time, shoving your head completely on his cock. He threw his head back, fucking your throat without a care in the world.

Bruce pulled away from your cunt, his face dripping with your juices. “You're the most delicious treat I've ever tasted baby.” You never realized how quickly he could alternate between his stoic and flirtatious personas.Then again you just found out two of the hottest men in Gotham were also its two most feared heroes. Yet you watched as they both melted just by touching you, Bruce taking off his loose fitting sweatpants and turning back to your now sopping wet pussy lips. He gave you the slightest spank before slamming into you with the most force imaginable.

Paired with the powerful thrusts of Bruce, you choked even more on Dicks cock, his hips digging deeper into your mouth, spit coating your face. Dick loved ruining girls, sloopily fucking them into dumb bimbos.

That was also another trait him and his adopted father shared.

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking fill her up… Then you can hav- shit…” Bruce hissed, his hips slamming into yours a few more times before shooting deep inside of you, his seed hitting your womb. Bruce let himself breath for a moment before pulling out, his cum running down your leg. He slapped your thigh, watching it jiggle as he bent down to look at your abused cunt. “Fuck I love looking at blown out little fucking sluts.”

Dick slid from out of your mouth anticipating the mess he was going to make out of you. He watched as Bruce sat down on the side of the bed. With that Dick snickered and picked you up, raising you above his lap, lining up his still leaking cock with your swollen hole. “ You’re warm. Ivy's little drug really does help huh?”

“P….Ple…” You slurred out, cock drunk.

“Come one spit it out.”

“More…”

Dick slammed you on his cock, making you cum on impact. He kept you moving up and down, slapping your already bruised ass as you rode him.

“Dick…” You repeatedly moaned over and over again.Bruce came up next to you kissing the side of your face. “Is he hitting all the right spots baby?”

“Yess..”

“Hes gonna breed that fucking cunt likeI did, You wantmore fucking cum??”

“Mhmm!” You fell forwards unto Dicks already sweat filled chest.

“Slut better fucking work forit!” Dick hissed, working himself over the edge.You bounced yourself faster on his cock, feeling another release coming up alongside his. Dick groaned out watching as you did all the work for him, and he especially loved what came next.

You squirted all for him. Just by his touch alone. That is what pulled him to the edge as he pulled you in close and came deep within you, pulling you down with him on the bed. He kissed you passionately, Bruce putting back on his sweats and tank top.

“I'll tell Alfred to get the nursery ready.”

[mermaidfan76]

𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), ex gf!justice league!reader, yellow lantern!hal, this is a dark fic, noncon, somnophilia, suggested violence against reader, toxic relationship,  yandere!hal, hal refers to himself as ‘daddy‘, he’s delusional oops, sinestro co-op, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

you would be so pissed at Hal right now. 

he knew that, but he couldn’t force himself to feel any shame for the way he scooped you up, holding you tight as you crumbled towards the ground. he was hugging you, the way he really wanted to when he’d first heard you call out for him. 

but you hadn’t sounded happy to see him. when your eyes coruscated over the yellow suit he donned, your brows knit together, your eyes narrowed. you were disgusted. appalled. you hated him in that color; the color of pure fear. 

you were going to get that ring off of him, even if it meant you had to beat him down in the process. or, at least, that’s what you said. however, Hal had years more of experience in hand to hand combat, and the ability to create a construct of anything that he wanted to use against you. not to mention all the times he’d sparred with you. it was never his intention to learn all your tricks and how to counter them, but now he was thankful he had. 

“Sure am glad you found me.” he whispers, burying his face in your hair as he doubled over, holding your midsection tight. you were unconscious from the knock to your head, inflicted by no other than your ex lover who now held you so tenderly, so you droop backwards, your head lolling towards the ground. when he pulls back to look at your features, he breathes a sigh of relief when he traces your softened countenance with his fingers. you no longer looked angry with him, you were no longer disgusted by his newfound power in fear. “Saved me the trouble of tracking you down, having to fight the rest of the Justice League to take you back with me, the whole shebang. I didn’t want to kill any of them, but they wouldn’t have just let me take you. I would’ve had to.” unable to resist his deepest, darkest urge to do so, he leans forward and allows the weight of his lips to press against yours. you don’t kiss him back, and he can accept that for now, because he’d missed the taste of your mouth so much. “But you came back…” his words were muffled as he dragged his lips over your mouth, prying it open with his tongue so he can taste the inside. “You came back to me.” 

that was when Hal finally dug his knees into the dirt, hauling your body down with him, slowly laying you down. your figure is mostly on its side, though turned at your midriff so he can look at your face, with both of your shoulders against the hard ground. “You still look just like an angel when you’re sleeping.” he muttered, tracing your lips with his fingertips. his breath caught in his throat, staring at them. they weren’t nearly swollen enough, like they used to be when he’d kiss you hard. even towards the end, when he started to turn and you’d begun to resist him, he still always left your tiers pouty. 

“It’s been so long,” he breathes out, cradling your face in one hand as he leans over you to kiss you again. he simply couldn’t stop. “So long since you were soft and obedient like this. I missed it.” 

as Hal started to lose his way, you’d began to try and distance yourself from him. you knew that he was changing, and you knew that it was into nothing but darkness. but you didn’t know how to help him or how to stop it; you’d hoped the other members of the Justice League would, but he wouldn’t talk to any of them. he only wanted you. you’d even tried once to tell him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore, but he hadn’t taken the news well, slapping a construct collar around your neck to emphasize how you were bound to him, whether you wanted to be or not. 

he’d scared you. 

and now, here he was. a yellow lantern. the pinnacle of fear. wielding it like a ferocious, flaming weapon. 

“But you’ll be a good girl for me now… won’t you?” from your lips down to your neck, his open mouth attacks you in needy kisses, bites, and sucking. he knew every portion of your body, what areas he could kiss to make you swoon, he only wished he could hear it now— the soft whisper of his name when he flustered you. he was thinking about all the times you’d said his name, and he couldn’t help the moan that vibrates against your throat. “You have to.” 

Hal had forgotten just how addicted to you that he was since his time in the Sinestro Corps. he’d been focused on his duties as a Yellow Lantern, and Sinestro didn’t allow too much time for his second in command’s mind to wander. he had, however, granted Hal the permission to take you by force. but only when the time was right. luckily, for Hal at least, you’d shown up, in search of him and hopeful to pull him from Sinestro’s side. you’d fallen right into his lap; he always knew it was meant to be. 

“God, I missed you…” he was babbling, both of his hands prying at your top, unzipping it as he wrenches it back to expose your bare breasts. his mouth wasn’t far behind, taking one inside, he sucked on your nipple and groaned to himself. he had a thick, hard erection rubbing against the backs of your thighs that needed to be tended to. he wanted you to be awake, to moan for him to fuck you like you used to, but right now, he would have to make due with what he had. your suit’s zipper catches at your waist, and Hal’s hands and mouth are much too occupied with squeezing and kissing your breasts  to continue undressing you, so the topaz flare of his power oozes out from his ring to create another set of hands, a pair that finishes the task of pulling your clothes off until you’re completely nude on your side underneath him. then, his power dissipates. he could’ve, just as easily, used it to position you how he wanted to take you, but he couldn’t keep his focus long enough. “Fuck, I need you, baby. I need you right now.” his hands were already working, one between your legs, priming your sex to life, and the other to get his cock free from his suit. 

his fingers delve into you, prodding along your canal. regardless of your unconscious state, your walls flutter about his fingers as if welcoming him home, and he closes his eyes, biting down on his lip. “You missed me too, I can feel it. So wet already…” he croons, probing deeper, “Don’t you worry, baby, daddy’s home, and he’s never letting you leave his sight again.” his other hand was pumping his recently liberated prick, mighty and jabbing upwards towards his belly, and when he retrieved his fingers from inside you, he marveled at the webs of slick that clung to them, coating his member in your shine. he shudders, giving the swollen tip a final squeeze, running his thumb against the sensitive slit. he’d been left to please himself for too long, his own touch could no longer electrify him, not like he knew your cunt, inches from him, could. 

“You might hate me for this at first.” he mutters, grasping your thigh with one hand, pushing it upwards so your knee bent more, grazing your belly, to reveal your treasure to him. the other directed his tool to it, splitting your netherlips without so much as a moment’s hesitation. usually, he would tease you, rub the head of his cock along your folds, but that had always been to watch you squirm and mewl and beg for him to stop teasing. all he really wanted was to dive into you, as deep and hard as he could. bury himself there. so, this time, he does. he plunges in deep, and bottoms out hard. “It’s gonna hurt when you wake up,” but he doesn’t stop, he can’t. your walls spasm and struggle to stretch around his forceful girth, but he grabs your leg with both, massive hands and jerks your body back to ram into it. “A lot.” he’s already panting, pounding you so violently that your entire body ripples against his thrusting, your head dragging along the ground. you make a little sound, as if you might come around soon, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. 

“But, just give it time, baby girl. You’ll start to like the pain.” 

his moans turn to growls, fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thigh, bruising the delicate skin as he drills himself home, past your sweet spots, to batter the entry of your cervix with relentless and cruel bucking, over and over again. “Fuck, you feel good,” one hand trails up to grab your face and turn it back towards him; he wished you’d open your eyes so he could see the shock on your face when he bumped against your cervix. you didn’t, and he squeezes your cheeks, hollowing them. he may have done it out of frustration, that he can’t hear you whimper for him, or maybe it was just pent up anger at you for pushing him away. “Too good…” 

“‘S too tight! Too warm!” 

he was already close. 

“You’re gonna make me cum right now, baby girl.” it was uttered in bemusement, amazed that he wasn’t the marathoner he used to be. the two of you would go round after round of lovemaking until neither of you could move an inch, and you were holding on to him for dear life. but he wasn’t making love to you, not like he used to. 

Hal was fucking you. brutally. primally. 

“I wanna give it to you so bad, wanna fi— fill you up so fuckin’ full!” his breathing ragged, he pats your cheek as he lays your face back down against the dirt on the ground and allows his fingers to roam; they hesitate for a moment near your throat. he throbs with delight at the thought of wrapping his fist around it, but he wanted you to be awake for that. he wanted to hear the sounds you made when he held you down and choked you; he’d be sure to play with your sensitive clit at the same time, so he could show you how to cum while he hurt you.

 instead, he presses his palm against your chest, smashing your breast in the process, to keep you pinned in place for him to rut like a beast. “Close,” he grunts, his jaw drawn taut. “So— so close… take it for me, baby, take it!” 

he hadn’t given you a choice. 

with a string of desperate grunts and snorts, Hal buried himself in your belly as he came, hunching over to kiss your slack mouth, moaning your name over and over as he starts to come down. you were whimpering in your sleep state, probably on the cusp of waking up— no doubt the discomfort following such a rough romp would seep into your subconscious and draw you out of it. but the sounds you made only made it that much harder for him to want to pull out of you. 

he does so, albeit begrudgingly, telling himself that there would be plenty more opportunity to have you how he needed. besides, he was spent after violating you in all the ways he’d dreamt of, without your voice to cry for him to stop. dilated eyes trailing along your body, he could already see the sections of flesh that would be littered with darker bruising in the coming days, and the way his cum leaked from your quivering sex was almost too sordid for him to bear without shoving himself inside you again. 

tucking himself away, back into his golden uniform, he’s busy with those construct hands, reaching for your suit to dress you again. 

“Leave it,” it was Sinestro’s voice, and it was then that Hal realized his superior was leaning against an outcropped rock nearby. “Wouldn’t want her thinking she’s still a superhero, now would we?” 

Hal frowned, looking from him to your naked body. “She doesn’t have anything else to wear.” he muttered; it was a moment of the true Hal shining through the power of the wicked ring on his finger. 

“And if she’s a good girl for you, you’ll gift her with clothes.” Sinestro floats closer, the tips of his toes barely treading the dirt before he claps a hand on Hal’s shoulder, as if reminding him who he was now. “She has to earn the right to wear them. By pleasing her master. If you give a pet too much freedom, it’s only a matter of time before they run away, right?” 

“Right.” Hal muttered, his features hardening again. the constructs melt into an altogether, different shape. an oversized box, one that resembled the way a Barbie might be packaged. it envelops you, golden twist ties wrapping around your wrists and ankles and locking you in place, a transparent sheet of construct sliding into place to lock you in the box. “I can’t give her too much freedom. Or she’ll try to run away from me.” 

“You know the way to control her, don’t you, Hal Jordan?” 

“… With fear.” 

“Very good.” Sinestro hums, admiring the craftsmanship of his favored soldier, and gives his shoulder a firm pat. “If the Justice League comes for her, we’ll let her watch our army cut them down. But for now, take the time and enjoy her.” 

your eyelids flutter, groaning as you start to come around. your head is throbbing, and you feel like you’ve been donkey kicked in the gut. not to mention the sickening feeling of something all too familiar oozing out of you. your head rolls around against your shoulders as you squint. “H—Hal? What did you—“ you jerk your arms, but the power holds them in place at your sides, posing you like a doll on the shelf. “What did you do?!” 

but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, when you look down to realize you’re naked and sore. 

“Hal… oh, god, Hal…” 

Sinestro is watching with his arms folded over his chest, and when you catch sight of him, you grimace with disgust. “Take back your fucking ring and this monster you created. Give me my Hal back!” squirming in your golden cell, you scream it at the top of your lungs. 

Sinestro chuckles, shaking his head. “‘Your Hal’? Oh, love, this is your Hal. He can take the ring off any time he wants to. The problem is, that he just would rather have the power that it can give him. I’m the only one that will sanction his desire to own you.” 

Hal gets to his feet, and takes a few, slow steps up to the box you’re trapped in, pressing his hand against it. he doesn’t seem to be listening to the banter, nor does he care. because he’s staring at you, fondly, as if admiring a piece of art. 

“Hal… please…” 

“You won’t ever leave me again, I’ll make sure of it.” 

[mermaidfan76]

capture kill

Pairing: M!Werewolf x F!Reader x M!Werewolf Tags:  teratophilia, yandere, dead dove: do not eat, noncon, abduction, (attempted) forced impregnation, creampies, chubby reader Word count: 3.8k Summary:  Two men are secretly fighting over you.

Unfortunately, you’re about to find out.

Note: This started out as some dialogue that popped into my head and it was a lot of fun to write out the dynamic between these two OCs! Please read the tags properly and enjoy. Requests are open!

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[mermaidfan76]

Please elaborate on werewolf damon breeding his darling (if you feel like it ofc) because I am a Thot For The Knot™

damn anon. same.

TW: Smut, NSFW, implied noncon/dubcon, breeding, predator/prey dynamic, size difference.

It's in his nature, really. To hunt down his darling, to claim his cute little mate. Animalistic impulse meets that aggressive, cardinal desire to ravage you until you're dripping and gagging on his white-hot seed.

It's terrifyingly inevitable, too. When that need arises with a burning in his gut, his rut inspiring only one coherent objective - mate you. Even if you can't bare children, nothing will make him falter.

Eyes of deep red grow dark and pointed, his breathing laboured and hoarse. He growls under his breath, voice like gravel as he demands you to "Be a good mate for me, little one". Pinning you down with ease against the cold floor of his dwelling, his massive, rippling form looming over you. His toned chest heaves as he inhales your scent, his teeth clenching together as a rumble escapes his throat. He's uncharacteristically desperate, face red and drenched in sweat, his hips occasionally rutting against nothing.

His cock, throbbing and painfully hard, is a source of terror. It's too big, you tell him over and over through choked sobs. But he just grins wickedly in response - that's part of the fun, after all.

Damon adores playing the part of the filthy, savage beast defiling such cute, innocent prey. Tracing his claws against your soft skin, lapping up the blood left behind. Kisses turn into teeth sinking into your flesh - he loves seeing all his handiwork, a ravishing display of his utter ownership and power over his mate. Your cries and tears and adorable begging just spurs him further.

You think things can't get worse. That is, until he plunges his meaty cock into your hole. It stretches you to the seams, until you can feel every ridge and vein pressing against your walls. He growls and snarls, hot breath dusting profanities against your ear.

"S-so fucking tight... pretty little mate, you're fucking all mine," He thrusts deeper, drawing a pained mewl from your lips. You can feel every twitch and throb deep within you, the steady rolling of his hips bringing with it a burning fullness. "You were made for me to fuck you, made to take my cock. You love it, don't you? You're so fucking greedy for my cock to fill you up, huh?"

A rough tongue swipes across your tear-stained cheek, chuckling as he does so. "I'm only halfway in, little one. It's just too fucking awesome for you to handle, huh? Pathetic." His thrusts grow more frantic, more unrestrained as he pounds into you with raw need. You feel fucking incredible, and he has to revel in every second of bliss. You can cry and struggle, but there's no relent until he blasts ropes upon ropes of his hot, fertile seed, coating your insides with white. He's huffing and panting, but can't surpress the smile across his face as he watches his cum drip from your abused hole, tinged with the telltale sight of crimson. You look delicious - ruined, defiled, made filthy by such an awful beast. Maybe he'll apologize for being so rough once he comes down from his high, but it's more likely that the sight of your defeated form makes his dick twitch with newfound motivation...

But, if anything, he's content, no matter how vile he knows he is. You'd look so beautiful stuffed with his pups, afterall.

[mermaidfan76]

Omnes Homines Moriendum, Monstra Etiam

Vampire!Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Gore, Death

Author's Note: @multiverseofwonders gave the idea and @bunnvoid provided me a perfect envision of Hal. Read it and weep. My groove has returned. -Thorne

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A sickening pit had dropped deep in their stomach and the sights unraveling before them. They’d barely had the strength to shove their hand against their lips, keeping the scream from passing through as the squirming young boy suddenly became a sludge of crimson and organic material.

“Hmm…it’s a bit watery for my tastes,” one of them said over the rim of the construct mug and they swallowed the foul-tasting vomit back down their throat.

“You’re a traitor,” the one on the ground bit out with a strangled note in their tone. “You have no idea what you’re bringing upon the world.”

“I know enough,” the other replied, bending down. “I’m only going to ask you this once. Did you tell anyone else about our plans before you came here?”

The one strapped to the ground screamed, a deafening sound echoing in their ears and through their chest as he screamed, “NO! I SPOKE WITH NO ONE!”

“Thank you, Andrew,” he said earnestly. “For being so honest with me about that. I promise I’ll make this quick on your part.”

Another flash of green brightened the room and Andrew’s scream hitched in agony and fury. “GO TO HELL, HAL! YOU GO TO HELL!”

His features burned away in a sickening glow of orange, charring like coal and Hal’s dark laugh echoed as he replied, “No need. We’re bringing it here.”

A single exhale was all it took, and Hal’s head cocked up towards the wall, crimson eyes narrowing. “Who’s there?”

The command caused the magic to flicker, the invisibility spell wavering like their thundering heart rate. Their feet froze in the floor as the spell dissolved, revealing themselves to Hal.

And Hal?

Hal’s expression was blown in shock, eyes wide, jaw going slack at the sight of his lover before them, wearing their own shocked expression, and laced with terror he noted to his dismay. Their hands were shaking, breathing labored like they couldn’t get their lungs to work properly.

He raised his hands in a calming gesture. “(Y/N),” he breathed. “Wait—”

A split second passed between them and then they found their feet and spun, hauling for the door when an arm wrapped around their waist, pulling them back and they yelled, thrashing against him. “GET OFF!”

“Just let me explain!” he reasoned, grabbing the hands trying to scratch back at him. “Just listen to me damnit!”

“NO!” they shouted and curled forward, then they cocked back up hard, the back of their head colliding with his nose.

Hal crumpled behind with a cry of pain, hands coming up to cradle his nose and they used the distraction to lessen the distance between them and the doors. Their heartbeat burst in their ears, like a horde of stampeding horses and as they grabbed the door handle, a green rope snatched around their ankle, suddenly pulling taut, and their feet were yanked out beneath them. They kissed the floor, yelping in pain as their bottom lip busted from the impact and their body was tugged back along the floor.

Weight pinned their hips to the floor, and they flailed beneath Hal, panting from exertion and fear. “Let go!” they bellowed. “Let me go!”

Hal grabbed their left wrist with his right hand and flipped them round so their back was pressed into the floor, left hand grabbing their right wrist; he pinned them to the floor. “Let me talk to you,” he stressed. “You need to listen.”

“You are a monster!” they cried, kicking their legs beneath him, trying anything and everything to get out from underneath him, but he didn’t budge. “You murdered Andrew! You—” they gasped, “you drank Zan!”

“They were going to warn the others,” he explained. “I couldn’t let them go.”

Flames sputtered at their fingertips, brightening with an intense heat then sputtering out. Magic only works when you’re calm and collected. A scattered mind and emotional state cannot produce magic. Their master’s lessons came back at them, and they gaped at their lover above them, shocked to see his eyes transfixed on the crimson dribbling down their lip and chin.

“Get. Off.” They warned. “Or I will burn you alive.”

Hal’s eyes flickered to theirs and he calmed, “I need you to listen to me. It’s imperative if you want to live.”

They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. “Want to live?” they screeched hysterically. “Do you hear yourself!” they searched his gaze. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done! Do you have any idea the darkness you’re consorting with! Hal, they’ll kill everyone!”

“I know what we’re planning,” he agreed. “But if you want to live, I need you to calm down,” Hal threatened. “I don’t want to hurt you.” They went slack beneath him, and he watched them for a moment before releasing their hands. “I was ordered to—”

A rush of heat cut him off and they slammed their red-hot palm to his cheek, teeth gritted as they shoved him back and off their hips, listening to his cry of pain. Hal went onto his back, and they clambered atop him, pressing their hand back to his face, calling the magic to their fingers.

Ignis tempestas!

The flames crackled and burst between his cheek and their palm, they could feel the flesh melting away, the blood boiling beneath their fingers, like lava, and then the construct knife appeared in their vision.

The world grinded to a halt as Hal knocked away their hand and with the other, thrust the blade up between their ribs, puncturing any organs it came in contact with until the tip hit solid bone, his fingers pressed to their chest.

They stared at one another, expressions split in disbelief and pain, and a gurgle escaped them as they started to go slack, pitching forward over Hal’s body, landing next to him. He turned, a horror passing over him as he realized what he’d done and he sat up, the construct fading as he pressed his hands to their bleeding, gaping wound.

“Fuck,” he hissed, watching the flow of crimson slip past his fingers, pooling along the floor beneath them. “Why? Why would you make me do this!” he demanded. “I didn’t want to hurt you!”

Their head lolled back along the cold ground and with the last bit of bodily strength they knocked his hands away. “You go to hell,” they spat, grinning with bloody teeth as scarlet splattered across his cheek. “Omnes homines moriendum, monstra etiam.”

Hal didn’t know what it meant, their curse in Latin, but he knew it was a warning. No, not a warning. A prophecy he knew would come for him in the end.

He touched their cheek, thumb brushing tenderly over their skin, as his lips pulled downwards when their eyes glazed, head tilting out of his touch, pressing into the floor.

Hal looked around, at Andrew’s smoldering remains, Zan’s liquefied body, and now (Y/N)’s. The air constricted in his lungs, heart tearing itself apart at the seams.

What had he done?

What had he just done?

He scrambled to his feet. He didn’t have time for regrets. He had a job to do. He would repent later.