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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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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.

[mermaidfan76]

Don't You Draw The Queen of Diamonds, Boy, She'll Beat You If She's Able, You Know The Queen of Hearts Is Always Your Best Bet

Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: This wasn't supposed to be 1.2K??? Enjoy! -Thorne

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She let Bruce have his merry way with slandering her husband in front of her. Had she been a lesser woman, she probably would’ve snapped and broken the man’s back in two, but she forced herself to ignore it. The meeting was almost over anyways and then she’d be flying back to Coast City, away from Bruce and away from his stupid—but truthfully, not very far off—insults.

Barry frowned from his seat. “Hal’s trying his best to be here and be a part of the League, Bruce,” he explained. “But Hal’s pulled in all directions. Here, the Air Force, and the Corps. You can’t expect him to always be at every meeting.”

“I am,” Bruce retorted. “And I have seven kids who all attend extracurricular activities that I go to.”

Barry didn’t have a counter to that, and he looked away, meeting her eyes; she merely blinked and murmured, “I relay information to Hal whenever he isn’t here, Bruce. You don’t have to shove the stick farther up your ass about it.”

The vigilante turned his darkened glare onto her, but she simply gazed back at him. “He’s missed the last six meetings.”

“My husband’s a busy man, Bruce,” she replied. “He’s a Captain and a high-ranking Green Lantern. Edward’s Air Force Base and Oa call on him quite a lot.” Her expression didn’t change as she added, “Perhaps a man who’s had everything handed to him wouldn’t understand the meaning of demanding work and responsibility.”

Even Diana and Clark were shocked when the words came out of her mouth. “That’s a little far, Aurorus,” Clark admonished. “Even for you.”

She cocked a brow. “Oh? I thought we were insulting our fellow league members in front of one another right now. Or are Bruce’s words of Hal merely compliments disguised as cruel slights?”

Standing from her seat, she calmly rounded the table and stood in front of Bruce. “See, the thing about you, Bruce, is that you like to insult those your think are less intelligent than you. Less skilled. If they don’t operate on Batman’s level, they don’t deserve his time. If they’re not afraid of you, you can’t stand it.” She searched his gaze. “And that’s the thing you don’t like about my husband. As John once said, ‘Hal was the man without fear, and what’s the Batman when you’re not afraid of him? Just. A. Man.”

Bruce glowered at her, and she could see the annoyance in his eyes.

“My husband isn’t an idiot, Bruce. He’s got a bachelor's degree in aeronautical science. He can explain the laws of motion and solve physics problems with a breeze. He’s a strong, capable leader who commands a squadron in the Air Force and is considered to be one of the greatest Green Lanterns alive if not the greatest.”

With each support, her voice grew stronger, more righteous.

“My husband has given his life for the people he cared about and yes, he’s fucked up. Many times. But he paid for his sins. He repaid his debts to those he owed and to those he couldn’t, he has driven himself almost insane trying to do better. To never make the same mistakes again.” She took a step closer. “My husband has flown to the edges of the galaxy, seen time in ways no mortal has ever seen it before, has watched stars die and life revive.”

Getting nose to nose with Bruce, she affirmed, “My husband is flawed. But rest assured, the man I stand before is a lesser man than Hal Jordan.” Her eyes narrowed, and she spat, “And he always will be.”

They glared one another down, a pen could be heard dropping, and someone cleared their throat. “Okay…uh…meeting adjourned until next week.”

The League members around started leaving but the two of them stood there, glaring at one another with hatred until someone touched her arm. “Aurorus…do you want to come back with me?”

“Of course, Barry,” she replied, not taking her eyes off Bruce until the Dark Knight scowled even harder and turned away with the flip of his cape and stalked off.

She almost yelled another insult at him, but she didn’t and merely pursed her lips as she looked at Barry. “Come, let us go to Central City. I could use a good milkshake.”

Barry followed like a puppy. “You really did Hal justice in there. He’d probably be crying if he heard what you said.”

“Hmm. Hal probably would’ve stuck his face against my cheek and cooed, ‘Aww, babe you do care!’.” She looked at him. “I shouldn’t’ve said anything. I’ve only rocked the boat more doing that.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But you did defend your husband, so I think it’s okay.” She didn’t reply as they walked up to the Zeta-tube. “But I do think Hal would be happy to know what you said.”

She ignored it. “I’m thinking of a cheeseburger with my milkshake. A big, greasy, bacon-cheeseburger with loaded fries.” Glancing at him, she asked, “I’m buying, want anything?”

Barry’s face lit up and he started bouncing on his heels, nodding his head like a child. “Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.”

***

Within the little apartment on Oa that Hal had been given, most of the furniture resembled that of his and his wife’s apartment back in Coast City, complete with a sixty-five-inch flat screen TV and a sectional that he may or may have not bribed Clark on flying to Oa.

Hal laid down on the couch and flicked through the TV channels, trying to find something of interest that would make him tired enough to sleep. Two more weeks of scouring the Andromeda galaxy and he would be able to go back home; all he wanted to do was hold his wife in his arms and sink into their bed, buried in comfy pillows and blankets.

Speaking of his wife, his phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he leaned over, fumbling for it; lifting it into his vision he saw the text from Barry.

Watch this. You won’t be disappointed :)

Hal rolled his eyes. Barry and his emoticons. He flicked the video on, eyes slowly widening, jaw going slack as he watched his wife wiped the floor with Bruce.

My husband is flawed. But rest assured, the man I stand before is a lesser man than Hal Jordan. And he always will be.

The video came to an end and his phone buzzed in his hand.

Did you watch it?

He tapped his own response. Yeah…I’ve never seen her that enthusiastic before. Hal could sense Barry’s grin.

She might be the Fairy Queen, but you and I both know she’s actually the Queen of Diamonds, isn’t she?

Queen of Hearts, Barry. My wife is the Queen of Hearts.

XD Whatever you say, Harold! Goodnight! Or Morning! See you when you get back! I know she’s ready to see you too!

Hal clicked the phone off and he set it on the coffee table again, heart fluttering in his chest as he threw an arm over his eyes, trying to ignore the burning in them; even if he couldn’t, a mile-wide smile was on his lips, wobbly, but there and thankful someone saw the worst in him and still loved him more than the world.

[mermaidfan76]

can you do a male siren with a reader who loves the ocean and spends as much time as she’s able to there? maybe she’s at the beach for a week long vacation and manages to catch his eye and then she mentions in passing that she’s sad to leave the beach and go back to work and it makes him upset so he just takes her?

oh, and if it’s not too much, could you make the siren a softer, more worshippy/delusional yandere?

Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! ^-^

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content, Mermaids/Siren, Mentioning of sharp teeth/claws

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Your time with him was magical.

Not a surprise, considering he was a creature straight out of a fairy tale, and you were the human he chose to spend his time with, making it a fantasy romance. Everything felt unreal when you were with him, but you preferred to call it magical.

In the deep violet of his eyes swirled waves of adoration, unfiltered and untainted by doubts or worries. Time was of no concern to him, and he spent his days as he pleased with no responsibilities nagging or occupying him. There was no societal norm he had to conform to, nothing but his own self-preservation to care for. If he was hungry, he hunted. If he wanted to lounge in the sun, he'd find a nice ledge. And if he wanted to play, he found an activity he enjoyed.

He was different. And as much as you wished you were too, you'd never be like him.

Frankly, because you couldn't live most of your life underwater. Next to him, you felt like you could barely swim even though you spent all your childhood by the ocean. It's why the sight of such a strange creature only mildly concerned you, intriguing you even more. Coming home after living in the city for way too long, you felt like this encounter might have been destiny. As if to remind you where you truly belonged—by the ocean.

But your responsibilities were already clawing at your back, whispering in your ear that tomorrow, you'd be gone and forget about this strange but positive encounter. Tomorrow, you'd return to the dull life of your 9-5, yearning for the ocean you couldn't afford to live closer to. Reaching out your hand, you intended to push some strands of hair that had fallen into your unusual friend's face behind his pointed ears, but he caught it before you could smooth the strands back, nuzzling his face into your palm. It wouldn't fit even if he tried to put all of him in this little palm of yours, offering himself on a silver plate (or, well, your hand). He'd been a creature of no words, but the grandness of gestures came to him easily.

He had no reservations about rubbing his face against you, purring as he pushed it into the crook of your neck, listening to your heartbeat before putting his head in your lap when you let your feet dangle over the edge of the stone you sat on. When you two went out for a dive before, he'd swim up beneath you, lifting you back to the surface and letting you rest on his chest as you two floated through the water, his arms embracing you so you wouldn't slip off. And the night you spent camping out... it had been unforgettable. You couldn't forget the fervent kisses pecked all over your body, burned forever in your mind. The way he held you as he made love to you like no one ever would. His hands enveloped you, explored, and his tongue followed, making you feel as if his desire for you swallowed you whole, pushing you to unknown heights before he pulled you into the cool waters with him, his body warmed for once by yours as he held you, floated with you until you fell asleep in the warm summer night.

It was like the ocean itself loved you, and you trusted him.

A bit too much, even.

You had no way of knowing his intentions. Of understanding what was truly going on behind his violet eyes. Did he even understand you at all? You had been pouring your heart out to him for days, spilling all your secrets, desires, and fears. This week passed you by in the blink of an eye as you spent way more time out here with him than with your family at home. Even if he didn't understand a word you'd been saying, you already knew you'd miss him and the ways he could comfort you without so much of knowing what was going on.

"I'll leave tomorrow," you muttered softly, his closed eyes shooting open at the sound of your voice. His gaze was monopolizing, drawing you in, unable to look away. These violet eyes would haunt you in your dreams and nightmares, that much you knew. Living with him was impossible. Living without him just as much.

Letting out a small chirp, you put on a smile for him, knowing that latest when you wouldn't return here, to the hidden ledge you found, he'd come to understand. You had to be strong for both of you. Show him that it was okay. That you'd be okay. If he cared for you, it would help him let you go. Your life wasn't all bad, but it were times like these when you dreaded having taken a job so far away from home. One where you'd earn money to support yourself and your family but be lonely all the same with no friends or lovers or strange creatures that embodied more of both of them than anyone had ever before to keep you company. 

But he was smarter than that. He could see right through you and read your emotions like a book. You wondered briefly how he learned to be so perceptive of humans. Still, when he pushed himself out of the water, his face just inches from you, you closed your eyes, banishing all these thoughts in favor of his kiss. It was crazy to think how scared you had been of his sharp teeth when his lips were so soft and plush, gently pressing against yours before allowing his tongue to dip out. He tested the waters, nudging your lips as he asked for entrance quietly, and you let him in for a taste that left you breathless.

You wondered what you tasted like for him because all that flooded your senses was sweet and alluring, his saliva not one bit salty or fishy as one might expect. When he allowed you to take a deep breath, your whole body relaxed, his arms supporting you as he laid you down on the stone, his lips wandering from yours down your throat, tongue lapping at your skin around your shoulder, kisses being planted on your collarbones.

Was it wrong to indulge? You wondered, tensing up briefly before feeling his hands slip beneath your shirt. They were still cold to the touch, but soon, as he pushed them higher to your breasts, they warmed up. After the night you shared, you knew you didn't need to wear clothes. Nudity was not something he cared for unless you two were getting frisky, and he welcomed it then. Still, he let out an approving chortle, the sound vibrating from his mouth against your skin as he found you bare beneath your shirt, not bothering to wear a swimsuit as if you had anticipated this. Maybe you had. Hoped, at least, so there would be one more memory of him to take back with you.

His touch was gentle. Kind. But the friction of his different skin texture and the webs between his fingers made you arch your back just as much. You could already feel the sticky wetness between your legs that had emerged right after the intense kiss, clearly discernable from the water that dripped from his body. The scales on his tail rubbed deliciously against your inner thighs and pussy, and you wrapped your legs around him, seducing him to move even more.

You helped him get you out of your shirt, his sharp teeth coming dangerously close to your nips as he breathed against them. These thrills of dangers seemed to only arouse you more, your nipples hard against his prodding fingers, the claws on the tips of his hands pressing moan-enticingly against your tits, dragging over your skin with careful, deliberate confidence that he wouldn't break it.

Leaving a trail of kisses down your body, you were nearly about to climax just from that. But stubborn as you were, you didn't want it to end yet. You wanted this moment to go on forever and ever, if possible, so you drew out your own pleasure even though you were gasping and trembling. Slipping below, you felt your merman's hands grip the pitiful shorts you wore, pulling them down with him. You didn't care if he discarded them or put them to the side in that moment; the shame of having to go home butt-naked was something that didn't cross your mind.

All you could think of was his hands on your legs, spreading them wide open to fit his head and body as he plunged forward. There were a few tender kisses to be left on your inner thighs, the thrill of his teeth grazing over your skin before he directed his attention towards the main attractions. You couldn't help but sink your hands into his soft, slick hair as he pushed his whole face against your cunt, your legs wrapping around his head as you felt the deep inhale he took, making his back rise and fall. He did it three times, reveling in your smell as if you were a body of water he wanted to drown in. Then, his tongue couldn't hold back.

Had you not been so busy with your own pleasure exploding all over his eager muscle, you would have been able to watch the mesmerizing show of jittery fins erecting and splashing in the water. Gills that opened to the fullest as your taste spread in his mouth, his eyelids that fluttered in awe. All you did perceive was the guttural groan vibrating against your cunt, shaking all throughout you from the tip of his tongue slipped inside. It was the one thing that reminded you of his otherworldliness, his voice making your body quiver as you became a puddle in his hands.

You came undone with no time to warn, only a gasp and moan, fingernails scratching over his scalp while he held your legs tightly closed around him, the sounds of slurping and satisfied chortles coming from your core. Every sound he made was like a punch to your pleasure, squeezing every last bit of it out of hiding again, even after you came. His tongue was a winding, desperate, but eager pleaser, surprising you every time again that it sunk in with just how far it could reach and how much wider it spread you the deeper it got. The tingle of its tip as it lapped at all the sensitive spots you liked having caressed so much was nothing compared to the fullness of your entrance, blocking any fluids from leaking past him.

When you got close again, you managed to lift your upper body, looking down at your strange lover. His gaze rose to meet yours, lips parting to reveal your soaking cunt in between his smile. You knew if you let him, he'd live down there, drunk on your juices. Even so, he slipped his hands higher, gripping you by the waist to support your lower back as he plunged his thick tongue as deep as possible into you, sending you over the edge with no warning.

Though it felt like falling, you knew he held you. He ensured no harm would come to you until your shaking and moans subsided, and he helped you lie back down.

"I'll miss you," you whispered, drunk on pleasure, as he came to hover over you. Kissing him felt so right, especially after the incredible orgasms you just had. Your merman reciprocated eagerly with no hesitation, the sounds of your lips even drowning out the crashing of waves around you. "I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you here forever."

"Then don't," he suddenly said, and your body tensed, hearing his voice for the first time. Or not. You weren't sure if you even heard it. You barely saw his lips move, the sound echoing in your brain. Alerts went off in your body as you found your mind unable to focus on anything else but the words spoken, even your breathing stopping briefly while you could not think.

"No... No, I can't... I have to go back. I have to..."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. You can stay here with me. We can always be together. Forever."

Rolling to your side, your body convulsed as his voice penetrated your brain. Every inch of you prickled like it was stung by little needles, but your head was off the worst. Pushing the voice aside was nearly impossible, its echo even stronger than when he spoke to you initially. Even with your hands clasped over your ears, you couldn't make it stop repeating itself, over and over.

You were human. You knew you could never live like him. People were counting on you, responsibilities waiting. You were neither spontaneous nor crazy enough to just throw it away and live out there, surviving... how? You two could never live in the same environment together. It was a bad idea. A baaad idea--

"I know a place where we can be together. I will bring you there. I will decorate it, feed you, and be with you. You'll never lack anything, be it protection or pleasure. It'll be home. We will be family. I will watch over you as your belly swells with my seed, and you will play with our children. You'll never be sad again. Never worry. I promise. It'll be what you always wanted. You told me you wanted to find peace. You shall have it. I make you happy. I love you. You love me. You won't leave me. Never."

Every word felt like another needle being shoved into your brain. It was excruciatingly painful. All you wanted was for him to stop, but at the same time... The longer he forced you to listen, the more you enjoyed the feeling. The shivers it sent down your spine and the pain that made you forget all reason. You didn't even notice how your body grew limb, drool dripping from your lips while tears ran down your cheeks.

All thoughts circled around what he said, and strangely enough, it began to sound very convincing. He did make you happy. You did love him... somehow. You'd never leave him. Why would you? Where would you go other than to be by his side? You wanted to go to this place he spoke of. Have him feed you and decorate your home for you. You wanted to bear his children, be a family with him. Love him. Be loved by him. Have him lick your cunt every night and make you forget. Forget... what? Everything. Everything unless it was him.

"Let's go," he purred, picking you up from the stone ledge and resting you against his chest. "Let's go home."

"Yes," you blubbered, your head falling back as he licked the fluids off your face, your mouth wide open and awaiting his tongue to slip inside, which he did even before the wet around you two could touch you. Keeping your tongue down, he placed his over yours as the ocean enveloped you, his gills flaring wide, air flowing into your mouth to breathe. You two sank further and further, too far for you to see or hear. But his skin against yours remained warm, his embrace tight, his kiss supporting you below the ocean's surface. And as the powerful strokes of his tail carried you two far, far away from the life you had known, from everything that was important to you, all you tasted was the sweetness of his kiss. All while more words echoed in your head, his voice repeating them over and over while his eyes stayed fixed on you, the violet swirls hypnotizing you.

I love you. Mine. Forever. Mate. All mine. I love you so much. 

[mermaidfan76]

1983 Mike fic with breeding kinK💖

Can I be 🫀 anon??

-🫀

LOVE ME, LOVE ME.

warnings: smut with plot, breeding, degradation, praise, edging, vaginal sex, pet names, fluff elements, established relationship (both reader and michael are of age/18+) MDNI

summary: a small disagreement between your boyfriend and you leads to a much larger realization on his part.

pairing: pre-bite!1983!michael afton x f!reader (you/yours)

count: 4.1k

“Michael!” You gasp as he slams his bedroom door shut behind the two of you.

He’s cackling with mischief, absolutely thrilled with himself for making his little brother cry again.

“Oh my god, did you see the look on his face?”

“Michael, that wasn’t funny!” You cross your arms, “why can’t you just be nice to him?”

“Be n-“ he pauses, turning to you. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He watches as you pout at his response. Okay, okay, it was fun at first, but now that you’re upset, he knows it’s time to cut it out. Michael tilts his head, approaching you slowly.

“Come on, babe.” He sighs.

Your lips part to say something back, but you stop yourself. Your face flushes as you turn your head to the side, avoiding Michael’s gaze. You’re getting too worked up over this, you always do.

Michael raises his strong hands to your biceps, rubbing them softly to ease you back to him… you don’t cooperate.

He softens his voice for you, “I’m just trying to toughen him up,”

His words turn you back to him and you look up at him with puppy eyes that you know he can’t resist. He finally falters, slouching his shoulders in defeat.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that…” he frowns.

“He’s just a kid, Michael.” You sigh, letting him push a piece of your hair behind your ear.

Seeing kids cry breaks your heart, but it shatters when Michael’s the one causing it. You know it’s just part of the sibling dynamic, teasing and pushing each other’s buttons, but you really hate it.

He rubs your cheek with his thumb in an attempt to soothe you. “I know, I’m sorry, okay?”

“I just feel sorry for him...” you mumble, eyes slipping to the floor below you. “If that were my kid, I wouldn’t tolerate that kind of stuff.”

Michael scoffs, “well yeah… you’d be a good mom,”

Your eyes snap back up to his bright blue ones. His comment sends a shock down your spine, bringing a faint heat to your cheeks again as your lips part to suck air in. For a brief moment, Michael wonders if he has said something wrong, but he knows that everything is fine when you whisper to him.

“You think so?” Blush and smile continuing to grow.

It’s contagious, and Michael catches it when a smile starts on his lips as well, spending too long admiring your sweet face, grinning lovingly at your boyfriend.

He cocks his head, “yeah, I do,”

You’re deep red now, pressing your cheek into his hand as you refuse to hold back a goofy smile. Everything is more than fine.

He dips his head down to kiss your lips. Softly, at first, just pressing your lips together to savor the tender moment.

Michael never knew that parenting was something that you thought about. It was definitely never something that he thought about, but now that he’s started to picture it, he can’t stop.

Michael pushes into you as the thoughts flood his mind at light speed. He can see it now, oh god. He pictures you, tits swollen, belly growing big with his kid, and most importantly your cunt stuffed with his cum… he needs that now.

“Mike-!” You gasp as he pins you against the door, cutting you off as he chases your lips.

You reconnect with heat, licking into each other’s mouth with so much passion that it might as be your last kiss. He tastes like cinnamon, he always does, and your hands reach for Michael’s shirt, holding onto him with so much force that you might as well die if you let go. His hands hold a death grip on your hips and you expect to see bruises, but you know that at this pace those won’t be the only bruises you should be worrying about.

He reaches behind you to lock the door while you let out desperate whines into his mouth. Michael drinks them in like alcohol, getting drunk on you. God, his pace is killing you. You love it when he’s rough, it makes you wet faster than anything in the world, the way he moves his tongue and drags his hands all over your skin…

The only problem is that he always loses track of time, and you’re needy. While Michael starts to chew on your bottom lip, allowing it to swell with lust, you decide to help speed things up, prying one of your hands from his shirt and bringing it down to his jeans, palming at his crotch.

Michael inhales sharply, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood before he throws his head back and lets out a groan. You smirk at him as you begin to massage his growing hard-on.

“F-Fuck…” he whimpers, blue eyes clenched.

You can feel the way he’s growing beneath the denim in your hand while you rub him in circles between your fingers and palm. Trying not to let his body get too far ahead of himself, Michael tightens his grip on your hips. He lowers his head back down to you, letting it roll on his shoulder as he watches the playful smirk on your kissed-red lips, deciding it’s time for him to regain control.

He slides his hands down over your ass, pausing there to squeeze and make you gasp before pulling you up, fast.

You wrap your legs around Michael’s waist. You can feel the way his dick rubs against your plush thighs through his jeans, making you giggle at how fast you got him hard, how sensitive he is. Michael can’t help but smile at your laughter as he walks you over to his bed and drops you down onto the mattress.

Your arms flail for a second at the feeling of being dropped, trying to catch yourself. You regain composure and prop yourself up on your elbows to watch Michael unzip his jeans…

There’s hunger in your eyes. Michael can see it in the way they blow out and gloss over when he exposes his gray boxers with a very prominent bulge that you caused.

He reaches one of his hands out to your chin, flicking your head up. “My eyes are up here,”

You know he’s just teasing, but you can’t help but fluster at the embarrassment of being called out for staring at his dick. You keep your eyes on his as you watch his body move out of your peripheral, taking off his jeans… the part that you really want to see is just out of view.

Michael’s stare is intense, the urge to look away from his bright blue eyes is burning into you, making the urge to look back at his crotch again scorch you. Michael can tell, too, watching your eyes fight to trail down his figure is making this game so much more fun, for him.

His pants are off now, he just wants to see how long you can hold yourself back, how much self-control you have. After a moment of the two of you waiting in perfect silence, Michael decides to tease you even more by beginning to rub himself through his underwear… that, and he wants some relief.

Nonetheless, you whimper. The anticipation is making your heart beat between your legs, beginning to squirm in your spot for some stimulation of your own. You’re even more embarrassed now that just this is turning you on so much.

“Sit still, baby,” he commands and you huff, obeying.

You become purely restless. In a moment of weakness against the heat between your legs, you break the cycle and flick your eyes down to watch him play with the outline of his hard cock.

He chuckles, “little slut,” before crawling in between your legs.

Michael takes his time undressing you. He could tease you until the world ends, just to hear you whine and beg and say his name so prettily… it’s the only thing he has the patience for, because it’s his favorite reward.

So, when he’s slowly undoing the button on your pants and moving even slower when he drags them down your legs, you throw your arm over your eyes in despair… peeking out from under to see his cute little smirk while he undresses you. You’re so hot, Michael can feel fire on your thighs as he ghosts his fingertips over them and see it in the wet spot on your underwear.

You let out suppressed whimpers as you twitch against his touch, you’re sensitive.

And you finally cave, whining out with a red face, “Michael… please, hurry…”

His eyes flick up to your face, teeth grinning through his smile at your desperate expression.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m right here,” he assures you, finally discarding your pants.

His hand collides with your clit through your panties almost instantly, making you outwardly moan as he comes up to sit between your thighs and lean over you. He reaches to pull your arm away from over your face and hold your hand as he massages your dripping heat. You start squirming against his fingertips, the stimulation pricking pleasure into every blood vessel in your body.

“Oh my god, Michael, please...” you pant.

“You look so hot like this,” he breathes against your neck, “grinding down on my fingers while you moan out my name…”

He begins to suck on your neck. Not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to make it red while he works you up. He increases his speed and you clench on air. You can feel the slick leak out of your hole, gasping and whimpering at the hot feeling.

“Shhh… shh…” he shushes you delicately between licks to your neck.

Michael continues to please you, knowing just how to push your buttons as he drags his rough fingertips in circles around your clit. Your legs begin to spread wider for him, silently begging for more, for him to fill your poor little hole up. You try to crane your neck, pressing soft kisses against his temple as you begin to fall under a pre-orgasmic haze, body falling limp. Your eyes roll back and your moans become breathless.

But, right as the coil begins to tighten, Michael pulls away completely.

“You wanna know what I think?” He asks, hooking his fingers into the elastic of your underwear.

Your eyes flick back and forth between your slowly-dragging panties and Michael’s handsome face. “What?”

“I think… that you would look so damn hot knocked up, with a baby fucked inside of you.” His words are bold, they make butterflies flutter in your tummy when your eyes widen. “Hm? What do you think about that, my pretty slut?”

You huff, arching your hips towards him. “Michael, please…”

He rubs your thighs, trailing all the way up to the delicate skin of your hips, inches away from where you need to feel him, then pulling back down.

“Please what? Use your words,”

You shift, turning your head to the wall above his bed, too shameful of your words to look him in the eye as you mumble something that not even you can hear.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “Look at me… ask again, let me hear you.”

You can feel your face deepen, eyes getting cloudy as so much blood rushes to your face when you cave, “fuck, Michael… please put a baby in me,”

Now, it’s your turn to watch him blush. His eyes widen and lips drop apart at your words, dick twitching in his boxers, my god.

Things move fast after that. Michael fighting his shirt off, freeing his erection when he finally pulls down his boxers, lining up with your dripping hole. Things move so fast, in fact, that he forgets to even take your shirt off. You don’t care, though, anything to get his cock in you.

Things finally catch up to him, and he pauses. “Are you ready?”

“Y-Yes,”

“You’re sure?” His tip is throbbing against you.

You slap your hands over your face. “Michael, if you make me wait any longer, I’ll-I’ll-… I don’t know what I’ll do, just please fuck me, Michael, please, I’m begging.”

He scoffs, “you’re so needy…”

You just press your palms deeper into your eyes at his words, continuing your whining. “Michael-Ahh!”

He puts the tip in, two fingers being used to hold your lips apart for him, hands abandoning your face and propping yourself up on your elbows to watch Michael push into you. You chew on the inside of your cheek, god, you didn’t think that no prep would hurt you this bad, but then again, you never did learn anything without experience.

“…God, you’re so tight, you f-feel so good around me…” he rolls his head back on his shoulders as he continues to shove his cock into you with his hips. 

You feel every inch of him slip past your entrance, stretching out your cavern, the ridge of the head catching on your g-spot and making your eyes water… everything, all up until he bottoms out.

“O-Oh god, oh my god, Michael-! Please, t-too big!” You’re gasping, writhing against him to escape the feeling.

“Come on, slut. You can take it.” He growls.

He begins to rut his hips against yours, involuntarily rubbing himself against your clit, making the pain fizzle out and replace itself with pleasure. When Michael notices that your struggled grunts have turned into soft moans and your movements stop, he starts fucking you, drawing his hips out and then plunging his cock deep into your wet heat.

His pace is reckless, making the best creak and leaving you crying out mercilessly. Maybe he would have some mercy for you, but he’s just so horny that he can’t hold back.

“Michael, please-! S-Slow down!” You gasp.

“Now, how do you expect me to slow down-hah, w-when just a second ago you were begging me to fill you up.” He pants, stifling moans.

He’s right, you can’t say you didn’t ask for this, but you’re happy. You’re happy with him between your legs, pounding into you so hard with the intent to put a baby inside of you, making your back arch and sinful noises that you can’t hold back fill the room along with the sound of his hips slapping against your soaking cunt. When Michael tilts himself just the slightest bit up, he rams directly into your g-spot. Your pussy clamps down on him, draining the life from his dick as you throw your head back and grip the sheets for dear life.

“There, th-there! Please, don’t stop-!” You’re drooling.

He accommodates to your begs, picking up his pace and drilling into you, hitting your favorite spots as your thighs tighten around his waist. Michael slows his thrusts for just a second when he feels it, reducing them to deep grinds that make you whimper while he picks up your legs, placing the bend of your knees over his shoulders to reach even deeper inside of you.

He trials kisses and nips down the insides of your thighs, loving your soft skin. It tickles, at one point he stops, and bites.

You yelp, “ah!”

Your muscles twitch between his teeth, he licks over the teeth marks when he pulls away, soothing them before he presses his body down over yours and continues his rough thrusting in a mating press.

The new position creates friction between his happy trail and your clit again, but this time faster, without breaking. The stimulation on your core colliding with the way his cock is rubbing against your g-spot is making you cry out with blurry vision, getting you drunk on him.

“Listen to you,” he grunts, “moaning like a bitch in heat,”

He’s right, your noises were downright animalistic, “hah-F-Fuck! Ahh… Hnng...“

But Michael was arguably louder, whimpering as your tight pussy swallows him whole and whining whenever he pulls out, letting the cold air of his room engulf his member, soaking wet with your juices.

A hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your cries. “Better be quiet, bitch, wouldn’t want my father to hear your pathetic little sounds downstairs, huh? How desperate you are for me?”

You just lay there and take it, letting out sobs that are muffled by Michael’s big palm as he rams into your g-spot. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck the most beautiful baby into you…”

His words make you tighten around him, both of your eyes rolling back as he continues to mutter dirty words to you.

“Yeah, I love fucking you like a slut… I’m gonna fill up your greedy fucking hole with so much cum that there’s no way you aren’t gonna get pregnant.” Michael growls, listening to your moans get louder. “Yeah, you’d like that, hmm? Carrying my baby around?”

You’re nodding under the pressure of his hand, reaching up to dig your nails into his wrist. “Yes, yes-!” You cry out, too muffled for it to be understood.

“Don’t worry baby, you don’t have to say it, I can feel how much you want it,” your cunt is practically trying to milk him of his cum.

So good, it feels so good and you’re coating Michael’s hand with drool, neither of you mind, though. You can feel the coil starting to tighten again.

Your orgasm is approaching fast and you fight against his hand to call out for more, more, more!.. you can’t get enough of him; you just want more and he’ll give it to you.

You fall into bliss, muscles going limp as you relax into the haze once again, giving Michael complete control over your poor fucked-out body. You’re so close, Michael can tell by the way your pussy flutters around his throbbing cock, watching your eyes cross.

All of a sudden, the realization of how close you are hits you, it feels more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before. Unable to help your crossed eyes, you use all of your strength left to pull his hand off of your mouth, sobbing into his hand.

Michael lifts it, planting it next to your head. “What’s wrong, what’s wrong, are you alright?”

“Mmm… M-Michael I’m close…” you whimper, body jolting as he slams deep into you.

“Yeah?” He taunts, you can hear his smile in the way he’s speaking to you.

You clench your eyes shut, nodding as you brace for the intensity of your orgasm. God, you’re so close it could tear you to shreds.

Michael continues to pound into you regardless. “Yeah? Gonna cum on my dick?”

“Yes, yes…” you pant.

Suddenly, he flips you, taking your orgasm right out of your hands with a simple, swift motion. It leaves you lightheaded, planting a hand on his chest to hold up your weak figure. “Wh-What-?”

 You’re sitting pretty on his cock now and he pulls off your shirt, throwing it on the floor to lay back, adjusting his hands behind his head to watch you, using one hand to grind your hips onto his dick.

“Let me feel you cum while you ride me, baby,” he purrs.

You’re confused. “What? No… Michael, I was so close!”

“I know you were,” he hushes your whines, reaching his hand up to stroke your cheek. “Be a good girl for me and ride my dick, will you?”

You pout and whine.

“Come on baby, don’t be like that. I’ve spent so long pleasing you, now it’s your turn to please me.” Michael explains, before demanding “cum on my cock, whore. Ride me.“

There’s fire in his eyes. As much as you’re dreading it in this moment, you get moving, dragging your hips up and then grinding them back down. You fail to find rhythm.

Michael’s dick is always so hard to ride, you really only ever do it once in a while because it’s all you can handle. He’s just so thick, it makes riding him like a sport.

You let out soft whimpers as you feel him drag in and out of your walls, trying to angle him into your g-spot again, yearning for the thrill it gave you. You grunt whenever you sink back down on him, miss it again and making Michael smirk at your struggle.

“That’s it, make me cum, make me fill you up…” he encourages, you squint vengefully at him. “I know, I know, I suck, don’t I?”

You give up, dropping yourself down flush to his lap as you slap your hands to his chest and frown.

You huff, “why are you being so mean to me?”

It’s not like it’s hurting your feelings, you just need to cum so badly it aches, and he’s already edged you twice. You know how much Michael likes to play games but you just can’t today, you don’t want to wait anymore.

Michael spares you, “okay, okay you’re right, I’ll stop. Here, do you want some help?”

He grabs your hips as you nod, racking a shiver down your spine as he lifts you up his shaft, holding you up as he plants his feet on the bed and thrusts up, beginning to pound into you again.

“Oh, oh-! Ahh-!” You cry out as he finds your g-spot and rams into it at an animalistic pace.

Your eyes clench shut as your back arches so far back that you have to reach behind you and plant your hands on Michael’s thighs for balance. He watches your tits bounce as he pounds into you, flicking his eyes down to watch as he disappears into your heat.

“That’s it beautiful,” Michael praises, chasing both of your highs.

“M-M-Michael-!” You call out, voice bouncing with his thrusts.

“I’m gonna fuck you so full- I’m going to breed you,”

You’re close again, Michael’s hard pace and dirty words having such an effect on you that you can feel your pussy dripping onto his stomach and he’s just as close as you, you can feel it in the way his cock is twitching against your most sensitive spots, causing your walls to squeeze and pulsate around him… it’s a toxic mixture.

“Mm, baby, I’m about to cum,” he warns, “I-I’m gonna stuff you s’good, a-and you’re gonna take all of it. I’ll fuck a baby into this pussy… F-Fuck, god, you’re going to make such a beautiful mother-! Nngh!”

When you cum, you clamp around him so tight that your stomach could cramp. It sets off his orgasm with yours, holding your hips with such a bruising grip so close to his as you feel him paint your walls with cream. Your stomach lurches forward, and he releases one hand to wrap his strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you down so that your breasts are flush with his chest.

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” he whispers, panting.

Michael holds you there for a moment, trying to stop your shaking as the two of you grind against each other to ride out your highs. You’re panting, feeling the never-ending thumping of your rapid heartbeats between your skin.

When the two of you finally catch your breath, you start to feel the way his seed leaks out of you. He can feel it around his cock, too, and you push yourself up off of his chest, leaning back so that both of you can watch it spill. Michael rubs circles into your hip with his thumb as he does.

You pull off of his dick, shuddering as your cunt clenches around nothing and Michael pulls you up to the top of his bed with him, getting you comfortable before getting up to clean up the mess the two of you made.

He picks his shirt up from off of the floor, wiping his dick clean before turning back to you and cleaning the mess between your legs… which is a little pointless as his sperm continues to leak out of your hole.

He throws the shirt into the laundry and finds his boxers, pulling them up before going to his dresser to get one of his huge t-shirts for you, since he knows how much you love them. He dresses you in it, taking a moment to smile at you with clarity… your eyes look tired.

You hold your arms up as an invitation for Michael to come lay with you. He accepts it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he climbs back into bed with you, holding you tight as the two of you doze off to sleep.

a/n: wear protection. michael is hot asf, also if you want to get pregnant in this fic that is up to your interpretation, if not then you’re on birth control LOL. anyways, thank you all for 300 followers and thank you sm for the request!! welcome 🫀 anon!