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reidiot · 2 years ago
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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude
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leeknot · 1 month ago
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His Possession
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Pirate!Jungwon × Mermaid!Reader
MINORS DNI
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Jungwon had been watching you for weeks, lurking in the shadows of your lagoon. He’d heard the tales of a mermaid who lured sailors to their doom, but when he first saw you, it wasn’t your song that enchanted him—it was the way your beauty defied every legend.
You should have been more careful, but his cunning was unmatched. When you rose to the surface to investigate his ship, he’d sprung his trap, his net laced with magic to bind you. Now, you sit trapped in his quarters, glaring at the infuriatingly smug pirate captain.
He lounges in his chair, one boot propped on the desk, his sharp eyes raking over you with a mix of fascination and triumph. “You’re even more beautiful up close.” he drawls, his voice a low purr that sends a shiver down your spine. “A treasure worth more than any gold I’ve ever stolen.”
You hiss, slamming your tail against the glass. “Let me go, pirate, or you’ll regret it.”
Jungwon chuckles, unbothered by your threats. He stands, approaching the tank with that lazy confidence that makes your blood boil. “Oh, I don’t think so.” he says, leaning in close. His breath fogs the glass as he smirks. “You’re mine now, little siren.”
You press your palms against the barrier, meeting his gaze with defiance. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with.”
“Don’t I?” he murmurs, his voice softening. His fingers trail along the glass, tracing the line of your jaw. “You’re dangerous, aren’t you? But so am I. And I always get what I want.”
Despite yourself, his boldness sends heat coursing through you. There’s something maddeningly magnetic about him—the way his eyes glint with challenge, the way his voice drips with teasing promises.
When he turns away, you think he’s finished, but he pauses at the door. “Get comfortable.” he says over his shoulder, his smirk widening. “You’ll be here a while. Unless, of course, you decide to behave.”
He leaves the room, locking the door behind him. You glare at the empty space he occupied, seething with anger and trapped energy. Hours pass, and you find yourself pacing restlessly in the tank, your tail slapping against the glass in frustration.
As the ship sways gently with the waves, you notice the moonlight casting ethereal shadows across your naked form. The chill of the sea breeze occasionally hits your sensitive skin through the tiny gaps in the enclosure.
The ship's crew passes by your tank occasionally, whispering and pointing, their eyes wide with wonder and fear. You hear them murmuring about their lucky captain, who's brought back the most beautiful mermaid they've ever seen... alive.
The ship comes to a halt around midnight. Footsteps approach your chamber - heavy, measured, familiar. Jungwon stands outside your tank, bare chest visible through his open shirt. He carries a tray with food and water. His eyes trail down your body before meeting your gaze.
"Thought you might be hungry." he says, setting the tray on a small table beside the tank. His voice is low, raspy from sleep or something else.
He picks up a small, ornate key and unlocks the tank door. The mechanism clicks open, and he pushes the door gently until it swings wide. Jungwon steps inside, closing the door behind him. He locks it again, this time with a different key.
"You need to eat." he says, picking up a small bowl filled with exotic fruits and some kind of shellfish. He kneels down in front of the tank, his bare chest level with your eyes. "And I need to make sure you stay healthy. For... science."
He places the bowl inside the tank, pushing it towards you. His presence fills the small space, the salty tang of the sea mixing with his clean, soapy scent. He watches you intently, his expression thoughtful. "You're not going to try to escape, are you?"
His hand brushes against yours as you reach for the fruit, sending an unmistakable spark between you both. His breath catches slightly, and you can see the pulse in his neck quicken. "Beautiful creatures like you should be careful." he whispers.
"You never know who might try to capture you again." His gaze lingers on the curve of your hip, the swell of your breast. "Or what they might do to you once they have you." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You should eat. And then..."
A small, wicked smile curls his lips as he leans in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "And then..." he traces a finger along your jawline, "we might find something... more interesting to do." His other hand splashes into the water, gently stroking your tail fin.
"Something that might make this time in captivity... less painful." His eyes darken with desire, and he moves even closer, his breath hot against your ear. The water around you seems to warm with his presence. "Something that might make you forget you're even trying to escape."
Jungwon's fingers tighten around your tail fin, holding you in place as he leans in closer. His lips brush against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Something that might make you wish you never left the tank in the first place." He pauses, his heart pounding against his chest.
"I could feed you, take care of you, keep you safe..." he murmurs, his hand slowly stroking your cheek. "And in return, you could be my little mermaid, always happy, always smiling, always..."
"...ready whenever I want you," he whispers, his voice laden with desire, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "Think about it, beautiful... staying locked up, but living in pure pleasure." His other hand continues its rhythmic motion on your tail, causing ripples in the water.
His breath hitches as you catch his finger between your teeth, teasing but not biting down. His pupils dilate, and he moves closer, one hand supporting himself against the tank wall while the other remains on your tail. "Little minx..." he growls softly.
He leans in closer, his face hovering just inches from yours. "You have no idea what you're playing with," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky tone. His thumb presses against your tongue, encouraging you to open your mouth wider.
"If you were human, I'd swear you were flirting with me." He chuckles darkly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His thumb slides into your mouth, checking your teeth. "Open wider." he commands softly.
As you comply, he lets out a low moan. "Such a good girl," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. His thumb strokes along your tongue as he continues to hold your tail fin possessively. "Just imagine... no more swimming free, but no more worries about predators either."
His free hand moves to caress your cheek, pulling you closer. "Just endless days spent in each other's company. I'd pamper you, protect you..." His thumb continues its rhythmic movement in your mouth, "And in return..." he murmurs against your lips.
"...you'd let me worship every inch of this beautiful body." His other hand slides down your tail, tracing its sensitive underside. "All that silky skin, those perfect curves..." His voice catches in his throat. "Wouldn't that be better than struggling alone in the ocean?"
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, only to replace it with his lips. He kisses you deeply, his hand on your tail guiding it to wrap around his waist. "Say yes." he whispers against your lips.
"Say you'll stay with me, be mine." His hand on your tail tightens, pulling you flush against him. "Say the word, and I'll make you the happiest little mermaid in the world." His eyes search yours, eager and hopeful. "Please..."
You feel his desperate plea as he kisses you again, deeper this time, his tail coiling around yours possessively. "Answer," he begs, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "Will you be mine?" He swishes his tail impatiently, waiting for your response.
"I-I..." You stutter, your heart racing at the intensity of his gaze. His tail wraps around yours so tightly, it's hard to breathe. "Y-yes." you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
His face lights up with a triumphant smile, his tail uncoiling slightly to allow you to breathe easier. "You're sure?" He asks, his voice laced with uncertainty, as if he can't believe you'd actually agree to be his. "You'll really be mine?"
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. You look into his eyes, seeing the desperate longing there, and something inside you melts. "I promise," you say, your voice stronger this time. "I'll only ever be yours."
"I belong to you." you whisper, your voice filled with a mix of submission and desire as you rest your head against his chest. Your tail shivers slightly from the intensity of his possessiveness. "Only you..." you add softly, nuzzling closer.
Jungwon's hands roam your body, his fingers trailing over your scales and fins with wonder. He pulls you even closer, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss as his other arm wraps around your waist. You can feel his heart racing against your chest, his excitement palpable.
He breaks the kiss briefly, his eyes gleaming with desire. "You're so... different," he murmurs, exploring your wet hair, your glistening skin. His fingers trace the delicate webbed edges of your fins. "And yet... here we are,"
Without warning, he lifts you easily, carrying you towards the shoreline where the water meets the sand. "I want to explore every inch of you." he growls, setting you down gently on a patch of smooth sand near the water's edge.
He sits down himself, his knees in the shallow water. He reaches out, gently stroking your tail fin. "Can you... can you change shape?" He asks, his brow furrowing slightly.
You nod, a soft smile on your lips as you concentrate. Your tail begins to transform, the sleek scales fading into smooth human skin. Your fins morph into arms and legs, your gills disappearing as you take a deep breath of air.
Jungwon's eyes widen in amazement as he watches the transformation. "That's... incredible." he breathes, reaching out to touch your now-human legs. His hand runs up your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"You're even more beautiful as a human." he whispers, leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. His hands continue to explore your body, now fully capable of touching every curve and line. "But I must confess," he says with a husky chuckle.
"Right now, I need you." he says more urgently, guiding you onto his lap so you're straddling him. His hands move to support your waist as he kisses your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Have you ever..." he asks softly, checking your innocence.
His fingers trace your spine tenderly "Tell me... has anyone else touched you like this?" His breath is warm against your ear "Has anyone else made you feel like this?" His kisses along your neck become more insistent "Never." you breathe out, pressing yourself closer.
He inhales your scent, his hands tightening around your waist possessively. "Good," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "I want to be your first... in every way." He growls softly, his hands sliding down to your thighs, spreading them wider to sit on his lap.
"Look at me," He demands softly, his hands tilting your face towards him. His gaze is intense, filled with affection and desire. "I want to see your face when we do this for the first time." He explains, his thumbs stroking your cheeks tenderly.
You look into his eyes, seeing the raw emotion and desire. Your heart flutters with nervousness and excitement. He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss as his hands guide you to lower yourself onto him.
You feel the head of his thick, human cock pressing against your tight, virgin entrance. You bite your lip, unsure if you can take him. But he's so gentle, so patient, holding you close as he waits for you to be ready. "You're so small and tight."
"Shh," He whispers, hushing your nervous expression. "And you're a virgin," He states, his hands gently parting your thighs wider. He uses his thumbs to wipe away a tear from your cheek. "We'll go slow, okay?"
He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as he slowly pushes forward, breaching your entrance with the tip of his cock. You gasp against his mouth, feeling a sharp pain as he stretches you open. He freezes, letting you adjust to the new feeling.
"Look at me." He rasps, his voice low and gentle. You open your eyes, locking onto his gaze as he slowly pushes forward, stretching you open inch by inch. You whimper, the pain overwhelming you. He gently shushes you, wiping away your tears.
"You're doing so well," He praises, his voice filled with love and adoration. "Just a little more, my love." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. With a final thrust, he fully sheathes himself inside you, breaking through your virgin barrier.
You let out a choked cry, tears streaming down your face from the mixture of pain and fullness. His strong arms wrap around you protectively, holding you close while you both adjust to the intense sensation. "I know it hurts now," he whispers, kissing your temple gently.
"But it will start feeling good soon, I promise," He murmurs, slowly rolling his hips, moving inside you with gentle thrusts. You gasp at the unfamiliar feeling, your inner walls clenching tightly around him. He groans softly, his face contorting with pleasure.
As he continues to move, the pain begins to fade, replaced by a strange, tingling sensation. You find yourself arching into his thrusts, seeking more of the unfamiliar feeling. He smiles against your skin, his hips moving faster, deeper, filling you completely with his human cock.
His hands roam your body possessively, his touch gentle yet firm. He lifts your leg over his shoulder, opening you up even more to his deep thrusts. You can feel him hitting a spot inside you that makes you whimper and arch your back, seeking more of the strange sensation.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest as he holds your leg in place, hitting that spot inside you over and over again. "You like that?" He growls, his voice hoarse. You can only whimper in response, your nails digging into his back as you cling to him.
He demands, his voice a low, possessive snarl as he continues to fill you with his human cock. "Say you're mine." His pace is brutal, his hips snapping against yours as he claims you completely. "Say it, my little mermaid."
Your body responds to his commands, arching into him as he slams into you again and again. "I'm... I'm yours." You gasp out, the sensation becoming too intense. He lets out a satisfied groan, one hand gripping your waist while the other tangles in your hair.
His pace becomes frantic, each thrust hitting deep inside you as he loses control. "Cum for me," he growls, one hand finding its way between your bodies to rub firm circles on your clit. "Squeeze my cock with that tight pussy, let me feel you come apart."
His words push you over the edge, your body convulsing as he continues to pound into you. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath and grunts filling your ears as he finds his release, filling you completely with his hot seed. "Mine."
He repeats, his body shaking with his orgasm as he holds you close, his cock still throbbing inside you as he rides out his climax. Finally, he collapses onto you, both of you panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. "Fuck." he mutters, his arms wrapping around you tightly.
After a few moments of recovery, he rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. "You're mine now," he says possessively, his hand resting on your hip. "And I'm never letting you go."
He nuzzles your neck, his hands roaming possessively over your body as he marks you with his scent. "My woman," he murmurs, his voice rumbling against your skin. "My everything."
He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of possessiveness, love, and satisfaction. "I love you, little one," he says softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "And I'll spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me."
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bamsywrites · 3 months ago
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And Comes Dawn pt ii
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pairing: halbrand/sauron x reader; there will be two love triangles in the future
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: In all beings, there exists darkness. when the deciver finds one who seems to defy this, he becomes obsessed with finding it within her. and if he can't find it, he will ruin her himself.
Tag: dark romance, slow burn, sauron is Stressed™️ , sauron is so horny he contemplates murder, minor sex mention, idk what else to tag or warn
Notes: 24 hours later I already have part 2 done. I was going to have up until galadriel joins the raft for part 2 but I have a lot of ideas so I'm splitting them up. I am also stretching the time during season 1, like instead of being a couple months it's gonna be about a year because it's my fic and I can do that. Saurons pov is all over the place bc he is all over the place and yeah. Feed back always welcome and lemme know if you wanna be tagged. Oh and everything was still done on my phone so sorry if it's weird.
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It was all a blur for you. You were woken from sleep by the creature attacking the ship and in the flurry of rushing water, screams, and the sound of breaking wood. You had found a pair of arms around your waist. You held your breath and clamped your eyes shut, if you were to die you didn't want your last memory on this Earth to be of the ship's wreckage and the corpses of your traveling companions floating under the water. These fears disappeared as you broke to the surface of the sea with the arms around your waist still holding you securely. You gasped and filled your lungs with air, wet hair obstructing your view, but you could see the familiar face of your savior.
“Halbrand?” You coughed.
He hummed a response, and you could feel the sound reverberate in his chest. It was comforting, the feeling of his strong arms and solid chest. Despite the cold of the waters, his body was abnormally warm, and you found yourself pressing into him for more of that heat.
“There's a raft not far. I think there's another survivor or two aboard it.” He spoke, securing one arm tightly around your body as he used his other to move through the water.
You squinted and could see what you suspected to be the raft he spoke of, but it was rather far for him to swim carrying you “I can swim. I do not wish you to have to carry me all that way through the water.”
“No,” he responded firmly. “There is some terrible beast who just destroyed our ship. I will not allow you to go out on your own in the water.”
“But then we could both die if it finds us.”
Halbrand looked down at you, looking into your eyes as he spoke. “In that case, my conscience will be clear because I will be dead. I can already see the arguments forming on your tongue, and the answer is still no.”
He gave you a pointed look at which you nodded, “Thank you. Now hold on, sweet one.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist, closing your eyes. This has been quite the journey for you. You missed home, but you longed for a new start, a new place where your family's reputation didn't loom over you, and you weren't regarded with suspicion at every turn. You couldn't allow yourself to think this was it, that you'd die like this at the sea. You'd been through too much.
You didn't know if it had been 15 minutes or 3 hours when you heard a voice call out your name from the raft, the woman who'd slept across from you. You had only introduced yourselves and not talked much at all, but it was still a familiar voice.
“Here, help her up,” Halbrand called to one of the men as he hoisted you as best he could on to the raft. “There you go, sweet one.”
You pulled yourself up on the raft, and almost instantly, you found yourself falling asleep on the wood. Exhaustion took you after the adrenaline drop of finally being out of the water. You were swept into sleeps embrace as the sun began to peak over the horizon.
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You awoke, rubbing the sleep out from your eyes and looking around you. The horrors of that night replayed in your mind, but then you remembered Halbrand. You sat up and noticed that the raft was considerably larger, different pieces of driftwood tied together, and makeshift sails set up. There were also more survivors than last night, but it was a considerably small amount. Your eyes roamed the passengers, but you couldn't find the one you sought.
“Your awareness of your surroundings is incredibly lacking.”
You startled at the sound of his deep voice, causing him to chuckle. He had been lying down and sat up as you turned to look at him. “Glad you woke, sweet one. If you'd slept much longer, I'm sure they'd try to add you to our rations.”
“There's rations?” You asked eagerly, unable to ignore the emptiness in your belly.
Halbrand nodded, “There is. He”- he motioned to an older man on the other side of the raft - “didn't want to give you any because you were sleeping, but I was able to do some convincing.” He handed you a chunk of bread and a small portion of dried meat.
You gave him your thanks, and as you grabbed it, you noticed his knuckles were bloodied. A quick glance at the old man, who you now noticed was sporting a bruise and a few cuts under his eye, gave you the answers you needed.
“Tell me you didn't strike an old man for this?”
He sighed, rolling his eyes and pushing the bread and meat further into your chest. “If I tell you he fell upon my fist, will you eat it? How I came about this matters not. What matters is you will not last if you do not eat.”
You sighed, feeling guilty but taking a bit nonetheless. The feeling of the bread and dried meat hitting your barren stomach was enough to make you moan softly. Halbrand chuckled, watching you and leaning against one of the makeshift masts.
“Thank you. For the food and for saving me. I don't know how to express my gratitude for all you've done for me,” you swallowed and wet your lips. “Though I must admit I'm greatly confused as to why.”
You looked over at him, brow furrowed as you awaited an answer.
“Because you are fair of face. I can not imagine the despair I'd fall into if I was stuck on a raft with nothing but them to look at,” he motioned to other inhabitants, “it would be quite bleak indeed.”
You couldn't help the blush that formed on the bridge of your nose and traveled across your cheeks. Despite this, you still shook your head. “There is no need to be rude or dishonest. I simply ask for the truth.”
“I admit that was rude, but it was anything but dishonest. You are beautiful, and I quite like looking at you,” his eyes noticed your blush, and it caused him to smirk - if only he knew of the butterflies forming in your stomach at his affirmation.
“Though,” he continued, “you are right. That is not the reason I saved you. It's only an added benefit. When I met you on the ship, there had been many that had complained that there was not enough notice. That I would deplete the rations and that they would have to recalculate everything. But you brought me extra soup, and it wasn't a small portion either. You brought it because you knew I had been on my own and assumed I'd been without food. You had no selfish intention. You were simply kind to a stranger because you felt it was the right thing to do. There is not enough of that in the world, and humanity can not bear to lose someone like you who is kind and good for no other purpose than that it is right.”
“Oh,” your voice was small, and your entire face burned bright red at his compliments.
“I would tell you more, but I'm afraid if I do, you may burst into flames.”
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The waves rocked the raft gently, the previous night it had lulled you into a nice, deep sleep but there's only so much to do on a raft in the middle of nowhere and you had spent the majority of that time asleep. Your eyes watched the stars, feeling lucky that the sky was full of them and that the moon shone bright. The thought of endless darkness, especially knowing what was out there hunting in the ocean depths, was a terrifying thought. The sound of the others snores mixed with the sounds of the waves.
There was only one other who was still awake. Halbrand was busy tightening the ropes to secure the pieces of the raft together. You had noticed he did not sleep much. You had been on the raft for 3 nights and two days, and most of that time was spent with him. Though there wasn't much conversation, you seemed to be the only one on the raft he wasn't annoyed with. You caught him looking at you at times, which made you think he really did mean what he said on that first day.
“Still looking for hope in the stars, sweet one?” Halbrand teased with a smirk as he walked to where she sat and sat down next to her so close that their legs touched.
“Have you forgotten my name? You seem to only refer to me as ‘sweet one’.” You asked, tearing your eyes from the stars to look at him.
He rolled his eyes, your name rolling from his tongue. “Do you not like my nickname?”
“It is fine. I was just curious, and I wasn't quite sure why.” You looked up at him as you awaited his answer.
“Because you're sweet. Hence, sweet one.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You're quite the flirt, Halbrand.”
“Only with you, sweet one.” He playfully pushed his shoulder into yours, and he sat there with you, looking up at the stars.
You enjoyed the moment. The heat from his body and the solid feeling of him next to you brought contentment. You wondered if it was meaningless flirtations or if he could mean all of it. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You were stranded on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Any romantic feelings you may be growing for him were unimportant in the face of that fact.
You looked over at him, and your eyes trailed down to the relic that hung from his neck. You'd noticed it before but had never thought to ask about it. Your fingers gently reached for it so you could get a better look.
“What is this?” You tilted your head, holding it in your palm.
“Have you seen it before?” His voice was soft, but his brown eyes watched your face intently.
You shook your head in answer.
“It's the heraldry of my family. I only asked if you'd seen it because it has been almost an age since we used it. I can't imagine any family in the Southlands has used heraldry in some time.”
You turned it over in your palm, examining it further. “Why do you carry it?”
He wet his lips, gently taking it from your fingers and looking at it himself. “It's a reminder, a grim one, that our fates are never certain and that fortune can change for anyone. We've seen that here,” he motioned around them.
“Is it a grim reminder? I find it quite hopeful. No matter what, nothing is certain, and nothing lasts forever. There may be evil, and there may be terribly dark times, but those times do not last forever. There is also good. Also times of wonder and prosperity.”
He laughed, smiling as he looked at you. “Of course, that is what you would say. Ever the light and so full of hope.”
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It was not long after this that you had fallen asleep. He still sat next to you awake as ever. His mind reeling and racing with millions of thoughts, the conflict within him felt as though it would rip right through him. He wanted control and order. It was the only way in which this world could know peace. He also wanted revenge on Adar, on the orcs who attempted to kill him.
But he remembered Morgoth. He remembered his former master and the chase for power that ended in his utter destruction. Even before then, Morgoth had become enslaved to the power he held and the power he craved. That was a fate that Sauron did not wish to share. He did not want to lose control for the sake of power, but he would never be quenched without having power. He could not have both.
Then there was you. He had not expected you, and he was finding himself enthralled with you. He could not understand you or the effect you had on him. A human, of all creatures, making him question all he knew to be true. He had not lusted for the pleasures of the flesh in thousands upon thousands of years and it was never for a human but when your eyes gazed up at him through your lashes or when he saw the smile stretch across your lips and the dimples that followed, it made it impossible not to imagine how those same eyes would look gazing up at him as you kneel at his feet or how those lips would look parted in ecstasy. His thoughts were plagued with the idea of taking you, tasting you, and utterly corrupting you.
It was all incredibly inconvenient.
This wasn't part of the plan and if it was just lust that plagued him, perhaps he could drown you and be done with it but the infatuation with understanding you and your motives and how you became this way stopped his hand. And the damn warmth that radiated from you that reminded him of the home he could never return to. With you curled into his side, he could close his eyes and imagine a time before he was corrupted. It made him wonder if he truly was past all redemption.
When those thoughts dared make themselves known, he'd imagine you looking up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and his cock shoved down your throat.
His eyes drifted toward the water. It wouldn't be hard. He's so much stronger than you. He could handle any resistance as he pushed you under the waves, and then his mind would be free of those thoughts. But then he looked at you, and a million unanswered questions filled his mind. He knew if he killed you, they would remain unanswered and would plague him forever.
He cursed under his breath and watched as you slept. The choir of a million thoughts did not stop, and he briefly wondered if you would be his undoing.
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lightnotyagami · 10 months ago
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"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?"
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"Yes, of course i will my dear."
Light x fem reader (soft) smut
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A/n:remeber when L put cameras into lights room? When i was like 14 or 15 i read a smut FF like this and OH MY GOD its still in my head. Coudnt find the ogs @ but if i ever do ilysm🙏 (it was on ao3 if anyone wants to help me find it😭)
Summary: L puts cameras into lights room.. great.. but what do normal people his age do? Hang out with friends, do homework.. and some other things.
Tw/cw: my horrible english, soft smut (duh) , being watched, tell me if i missed anything!!
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"Are we seriously going to do this?" You asked him still in a safe distance from his house. "Yeah, wanna back out?" He said as he looked at you like you were stupid. "No! I'm just saying, I don't know about the whole... thing." You voiced as he answered with a shrug like what you said wasn't a big deal to him. "Look," he said walking towards you with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I'll take care of it, okay? you just relax and lay down." Your mind went crazy thinking about all the things that could go wrong. "So, are you in yes or no?" He stopped right in front of you and looked directly into your eyes. His face was close enough for you to smell the mint from his breath. 'It felt different being so close to someone, I mean I didn't feel threatened by his appearance, just like when we were fighting but this time I could see how beautiful he really is...' you thought to yourself "fine." "Good girl."
*later in his room*
'64 cameras.' you thought to yourself as you sat yourself on the bed and light on his chair. "hey light!" the door was shot open revealing his little sister, sayu was her name? "mom asked if you want anything from the supermarkt, oh and does Y/n want something too?" she asked now looking at you "oh no dear its fine! you two make yourselves a great day" you answered. "Okay, dont be mad then if we dont bring extra snacks" she winked at making your laugh slightly. 'i wish i had a younger sister' you thought to yourself "okay mom says bye." Sayu said closing the door behind her, leaving only you and light. oh and the 64 cameras from every angle of course. The lights were dimmed making everything look more mysterious. "you want anything?" Light asked turning around to look at you. "no... thanks its okay." you answered looking at the ground embarassed as he sat besides you ."it's alright babe, come sit over here." he patted on his lap. You slowly moved your legs closer to him sitting on his lap. he pulled you closer so that your head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you. Everything was going after Plan but why did this still feel so..weird? you dont know if L is the only one watching this. you could only hope. you closed your eyes trying enjoying his touch and warmth as he kissed you softly. "let me show you something, babe." you hummed in response. His fingers which were playing with the ends of your hair slowly moved up to your body . "your heart is beating so fast" he whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver slightly. It sent an electrical jolt through your spine, it was almost painful but good. your heart started hammering in your chest as he pushed your t-shirt up exposing your bra and sofly pushing you down on the bed climbing on top of you. you moaned as he started kissing you softly on your neck, moving it from side to side, leaving small red marks "l-light~!" you whined not sure what to do as he started to unhook your bra , slowly peeling it off your body.
*at the headquarters*
"mister Soichiro Yagami, i belive you would like to leave the room?" L said as soichiro looked at the computers not sure if to ignore this ever happaned or to kill light when hes back home. "yes im sorry i just.." he said as he walked out of the room in complete shock that his son was capable of these things. "anyways. Im bluring the cameras now. Watari unblur them when this is done and a cheese cake would also be nice "
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chaostroberry1 · 8 months ago
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Yandere!apollo
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Vitamin D | the sun needs to shine on something.
• Honestly, you were a nobody to him. Just another admirer who worshipped the ground he walked on.
• And not to mention. You were born without any special titles too. What makes you think he'd waste his time on you?
• He never payed you any mind. But for some odd reason, he was just so grossed out by you. You didn't look as pretty as those he was used to seeing.
• it could be for little things like maybe some pimples, or blackheads on your face. If you had hairy legs or just hairy in general, he'd take note of that. If you had weird teeth, he'd see that too. If you had bad breath or maybe your body was odd, he'd list these as things that gave him the ick. (💀)
• All those little things slowly piled up to him, making him aware that you just weren't who he liked approaching, and you learned that the hard way.
• maybe your personality was weird?
• He'd just glance at you when you happily talked to him, and he'd ignore you, the moment you finish speaking he'd immediately go back to talking to the other nymphs who he thinks deserve his time more.
• judging from how whenever you tried approaching him or complementing him, he'd always have a resting b*tch face(no offence), staring then darting his eyes somewhere else to avoid looking at you. Responding with a "yeah...is that all...?"
�� It broke your heart to see the difference between the way he treated you, and others, which led you to accept it and stayed as the odd one out.
• throughout your time with him, you'd always notice how differently you were treated. Whenever he had something to offer the ladies, like trinkets or jewelry—you'd often be left with nothing, given the excuse that there wasn't enough for everybody. Odd, seeing everyone else had received something from him.
• You decided to let go, And finally stopped approaching him. Rather, you started treating him like a normal person.
Stage 1
• He did eventually start noticing this, he's not that blind. he'd notice the admirers would be lacking someone. Though the man had a big ego, he still subconsciously memorizes his admirers without realizing it.
• And as I've said, he payed no mind. He still has other people waiting desperately for him. You weren't anything special.
• or so he thought.
• But slowly enough, the thoughts of you would randomly pop up in his head out of the blue whenever he's speaking with the others around him, and he just couldn't understand why. It ticked him off a bit.
• At first, he'd just shake his head to get rid of those weird 'ideas', But now..whenever there's a big crowd of admirers swarming him and drooling over him, the god couldn't help but scan the crowd, to see if you were there.
• these little acts and thoughts were harmless at first, but they started getting escalating to a higher level.
• Whenever he spotted you, his eyes would always remain where they were. If you noticed him, you'd smile and wave, and it would strike an arrow to his heart.
• What feeling was this?
• He really really started looking forward to seeing you, the littlest interactions he'd have with you would repeat in his head over and over again for the rest of the day.
• It didn't take long before the feeling dawned upon him, it was so familiar, how could he not have realized this earlier? it was love that he felt!
....an off putting type of love.
• After coming to that realization, his thoughts would start taking over him and his body, controlling every thought in process.
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Stage 2
Lil bit nsfw
• He'd sometimes be stuck thinking about sexual stuff related to you. What if he just charmed you and dragged you back to his place...where he could pound every one of your holes for all it's worth?
• Never fails to have blood rush down in his cock just from thinking about you, And it had him desperate.
- yk kinda like those preteen girls ready to make smut when they read fanfics of Harry styles?
• He'd often pick out nymphs who had small resemblances to you, for him to sleep with.
• A nymph with your hair? On the bed. Your eyes? Count him in. Your skin color? Up in the sheets. His body longed for yours, how could you do this to him? It's all your fault.
• All of the women or men he met were not even close to being as good as you. To him at least.
• That's why whenever he sleeps with anyone, he'd just imagine it was you that he layed with.
• You can absolutely bet that this man would have his eyes roaming all over you, no shame even if he got caught. That's probably the reason you feel shivers whenever you do something while he's nearby.
• He'll slowly walk back into your life, and force himself inside your head. And maybe somewhere else too..🫤
• He will, and I mean absolutely WILL take you back for himself. There won't be anyone to stop him since most of the gods there would rather mind their own business than get involved.
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Stage 3
• He deffo flirts with you at any given moment. It takes quite a while for a god who's probably the embodiment of confidence to back down so easily. Not that he's even planning to back down.
• He takes every chance to touch you, or get in your personal space. It could be by breathing down your neck 'jokingly', or resting his chin on your shoulder, touching leg to leg with you, anything.
• just know his cock is always left throbbing after that.
"My pretty darling.."
• He gets incredibly pissed when someone gives you something, or even interacts with you. The littlest reasons, he find a way to twist it and victimizes himself, making you that bad guy.
"who do you have there, darling?"
• He fantasizes a lot of just breeding you and fucking you dumb. Pumping cum inside you and starting a small little family with you.
• He wanted to make those thoughts a reality, don't worry, he'll start as soon as possible.
• Which is why he'd start spending more time with you, and getting to know you a bit better.
• If you ever have any close friends, don't go on wondering why they've disappeared all of a sudden, just leave things to him. You don't need your friends anyway...you only need him.
• He really wants you back in the crowd, so that his eyes have something nice to look at whenever he's getting bored.
"Darling, why didn't you come see me with the other ladies? I was really looking forward to seeing you there."
• If you are somewhere near him and there's still admirers surrounding him, he'd wink at you or blow a kiss? (Things charmers do idk) It embarrassing to admit, but it never fails to leave you a little flustered.
• He likes to drag you with him to baths, saying that it was just a 'friendly' hangout since he didn't get to see you often. Plus, who even are you to deny a god?
• This man has absolutely no shame in just getting up from the water, letting you see that thing in between his legs.
• He he found it cute when you'd cover your eyes in respect. One day, he'll get to show you without you having to cover your eyes..he just has to wait.
• He will absolutely buddy-buddy with you, or that's what you'd rather call it. In the bath, he always has his arm around you, I seriously mean always. He'd be talking about his day while resting his head on yours, sometimes, he likes to get incredibly touchy.
• He really loves letting you feel his body, as said before, man has no shame. Your hands would be forced into touching his bare chest, or his hands would be caressing you in some way.
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Stage 4
• Once he finally earns your trust, he'll have you as his. Forever...and he doesn't plan on letting you go.
• He brings you with him EVERYWHERE, as if you were his pet, and gets irritated when you refuse.
• he has upset you multiple times, but he does know how to make up for it. He knows how to use his charm, and also knows exactly what words to say.
"Come on sweetheart, look at me...don't you see how much I love you?"
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Stage 5
• He's very possessive and expects you to put him first as number one priority. No family, friends, cherished belongings, nothing! Nothing will come before him.
• If you do have friends and family, he will immediately go and introduce himself as your lover.
• Since he knows how to capture the hearts of many, your friends or family will absolutely adore him.
• He knows how to manipulate them into becoming potential allies. By making sure they hear him speak about how much he loved you and everything he's done for you.
• Of course all of that is true, but why not spread the word?
• He will slowly isolate you from other people, not a glance, or conversation with you unless he allows it.
• He really likes to fuck you, any moment of the day he'd get really touchy and clingy, which tells that he wants to do it as soon as possible.
• You have ran away once and went into hiding, and it sent him into a frenzy, but sadly for you. Someone had snitched and told him. You really believe you could hide from a being that was literally above you? How innocent.
• You stayed hidden for a few days, already thinking about your futire plans, where to go, and more...before someone knocked on your door.
• it was apollo.
• He really showed you punishment after that. He'll carve it into your brain if it meant making you remember that nothing will get in the way.
"don't go off making me worry like that, darling. I won't let it slide next time..okay?"
• Gifts and all, he will give them all to you.
•If you ever returned his love, he'd be love-struck! He's all yours to try new romantic things with.
• he won't exactly force himself on you, but more of whisper his honey coated words of affection. Slowly persuading you into doing the deed with him, being as gentle as possible.
• He is incredibly passionate and sweet whenever it comes to you, as long as you don't test his patience.
• So it'll be fine, he's a good lover if you just agree to what he wants.
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I KNOW ITS NOT THE BEST OK 🙃
But like I really needed to get this off my system cus I've has this stuck in my drsfts after writing this at around 3 am☠️☠️ I was gonna go for a yandere apollo/hades/poseidon cheater, but I think I'll do that later.
(writing this cus of my wild Michael kaiser phase coming back, so I'm taking it out on apollo cus they look alike)
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!!
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elenor222 · 1 month ago
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Pairing: Shuntaro Chishiya × Reader
Fandom: Alice in Borderland
Summary: Chishiya abandons reader and they reunite in the King of Diamonds. Only one leaves the supreme court.
Word count: 1.6k
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“Fuck fuck Chishi”
Chishiya groaned hearing his name on your tongue. His mouth sucked harder on your clit. He felt at authority when you let out those squeals of his name. You were a panting mess in his arms. Body arched to match Chishiya’s pace. Cunt gushing for the platinum man.
This was just another day on the beach for both of you. You weren’t exclusive per se, but there was no other for either of you. Things would change for the better in the real world, you hoped. You genuinely liked the man. The small things he did for you, always brushing off your insecurities and making you feel special.
It started when you were placed next to his room, the random Tuesday you arrived. He had only raised an eyebrow. You were wary of these people at first, so welcoming, so normal. But then you were let in on the executive secrets by Chishiya. And you could finally breathe knowing this was no safe haven the hatter proclaimed.
Chishiya had quickly taken a liking to you. You joined the same games and he protected you. And then one day when you went paired together, you had kissed his lips for a brief second with no announcement. Both of you were surprised but nonetheless, he liked it you presumed. Because since that day whenever you were not paired together, you always ended up in his room, gagging and moaning.
Likewise, you were kept safe in the 10 of hearts game. You were with Kuina when Momoka was killed. There was no way for either of you to be the killer. And so you hid where Chishiya told you to, never once coming out. That is until you smelled the smoke rummaging through the building. You were sure they had destroyed what remained of the beach.
Was it even okay to come out even when chishiya hadn’t asked you to? You couldn’t think much as you sprinted across the hallways in a coughing fit in search of the white hood, only to be disappointed. You watched the beach fall to crumbles. You only hoped the rest of your friends were okay.
And then you were left to fend for yourself. Living on scraps. You thought about chishiya often. You could finally see the clear picture; he had used you. Hatter had known you from the real life. He prioritised you, and through you, chishiya got his executive position. You laughed thinking about all the sympathetic looks Arisu and Usagi gave you. They’d known too.
Then the face cards showed up. With no option and time running out, you joined the jack of clubs. It was a bold feat, considering the clubs were group games, but it seemed better than dying of the king of spades’ ammo.
It was a simple game really, you had to climb the ropes until the jack of clubs fell. Which meant, you needn’t need keep to keep scaling, you had to form an alliance to trip the jack.
So that’s what you did, you held onto your rope and started to swing and tear at others. It wasn’t the best strategy, but it worked.
You left with the card on fire.
The closest next game was the king of diamonds, so you rummaged through the city getting to the place. You met Kuina and Arisu on the way, battered and bruised. They looked surprised to see you alive. There was no denying that they thought you couldn’t survive without Chisiya. So, you wished them the best and went ahead with a heavy heart.
The game was in the supreme court. Your eyes twinkled in amusement. You walked in picking up a flower from the garden. You tucked it in your matted hair. Breathing in and taking in the buzz of bees you felt alive in the longest time.
And there he was, shuntaro chishiya sitting in the leather seats, in all his glory. His eyes widened, which you perceived was, like others, surprise to see you alive. He quickly neutralised his face and give you a small wave. It was always like this even back at the beach, you wondered how you could miss the shady laughs he shared with Kuina when they saw you.
You forced a smile at him and took a seat. You were instantly locked in there with a water bowl resting above your head. Would you be poured acid on? You looked up and smirked. Not a ridiculous assumption considering the absurdity of the borderlands.
Kuzuryu, the former no. 3 sat as the king of diamonds. You weren’t particularly fond of this man, but you wouldn’t kill him either. Come to think of it, he and Mira always seemed to disappear in the early mornings. Back then you had assumed it was only an affair.
Chishiya said something to the man which he completely ignored as the rules of the game was explained.
BALANCE SCALE.
‘Oh. Mathematics.’ Was your first thought. You felt a at ease before you heart had quickened its pace.
The game was only clear when there was one remaining. As it would appear, both Chishiya and you, wouldn’t be leaving this room together. however bad the circumstances may be, you had assumed, there would be a truce. Isn’t that how the fairytale always ended?
Round 1.
You think about the calculations, the numbers, and his betrayal. But then none of it makes sense. You can’t win by logic. You need to think what the others were thinking. You look up and lock eyes with chishiya.
You choose 33 and turn your gaze at the other people, the king wins. Chishiya tries to sway him with his words, you get the technique, being the victim to the same. As the rounds go on, much are revealed about the other players. As the points go down, the room fills with tension. Asuma and Yashiro are the first to die in the 10th round.
Round 11.
It leaves the three of you and two new rules.
Chishiya guesses the exact number on round 12. Both you and kuzuryu lose two points. You drop to -7 and kuzuryu to -8. Chishiya was surprisingly at -9. He was playing with a different strategy you assumed. He wanted to test kuzuryu and his thesis of equality. You sympathised with him, sure, but how fair was the game when you didn’t even want to be there?
There were three options for you, choose 0 or 1 and if the other two chose the same, they’d lose all at once. Or if one chose the same as you and the other chose higher or lower, it was sure to cut out the guy who chose the same. You could choose at random too, and let the both guess your game. You weren’t going to die this round, and that was clear. So why not have some fun?
But you had to lose the round for Chishiya to live. Kuzuryu looked deep in thought. He would choose 1, you were sure. And if you chose the same it would bring both of you down two points and the king would be dead. Chishiya and you would be tied at -9. That is to say chishiya would have to choose any number other than 1 to win. You glanced up at chishiya.
He quirked his eyebrow’s understanding your indications. He had always assumed you weren’t this smart and not to mention, you could kill him as of now. You simply gave a discreet nod, and watched the round play itself.
Kuzuryu had done what you expected him to. He looked up you and your breathing stopped for a moment; you wondered if he could see through you whereas he wondered if his balance scale had fallen prey to mortal manipulation again. He closed his eyes and let out a sign. The took off his glasses and let a tear fall. You watched him, emotionless. Chishiya bid his goodbyes to him. The aqua regia fell on the King.
Three burning corpses and two shallow bodies remained.
You grinned at the Cheshire cat as the last rule was added.
“Was any of it even real?” you asked with a smile.
Chishiya looked down. He didn’t know what to say. He knew your birthday and your favourite song. But none of it was enough. It was never going to be. He was mean and you were blind. You were always a pawn to him. Both of you felt free to be released from the bonds that kept your heads clouded. He was moved by Kuzuryu and his past.
He closed his eyes. “I was a doctor” he said with a quaint voice.
You wondered if that was supposed to serve as some kind of closure. If that could determine who deserved to live. He glanced at the timer; he couldn’t be your lover. He’d not come this far to give up.
He chooses a 100 and shows you the pad. You feel the wind knock out of your lungs. You had two minutes on the clock, and there he was again making you think you had a choice. Kuzuryu, that bastard, sure made this game to bring balance.
You let out a chuckle. You chose your birth date.
GAME CLEAR
The robotic voice sang.
“For what’s it worth, I really liked you. I’ll win this for you” Chishiya let a smile slip.
Your lock unclasps. His hands grasp the table. His bowl starts to fill.
“I think, ill win it myself Chisi. Now, how about you give me the hoodie for old times’ sake?”
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Authors note: wdym I posted twice in two days without receiving any response??????haha. Requests are open btw.
Likes and reblogs are appreciated. <3
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demonkimg · 11 months ago
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I love this man so much
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mirrored-movements · 2 years ago
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Home Pt. 2
(Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader)
Synopsis: You've always had the ability to travel through universes, there was never a reason as to why and you never paused to question it. However, there was someone else who began to question it.
Warnings: Obsessive behavior? Horrible writing probably <3
Part 1 Here
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“And you’re 100% sure you’re qualified to do all of this?” Finding yourself seated on a medical chair with the sleeve of your arm rolled up and a tension banned wrapped around your forearm, you stared at Miguel wearily.
Over the past few days, you’d been stuck with the man going through some tests in order to determine your ‘danger level’. Most of them unfortunately coming out inconclusive leading the man to declare that he needed a blood sample.
“How many times do I have to tell you- I am qualified.” Rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh Miguel shook his head, one hand holding an alcohol wipe while the other readied a needle.
Rolling your own eyes in a mockery you let out a huff. “Qualified with what though? I’ve been stuck in your presence for almost a week now and I barely know anything about you. What happened to some small talk or something?”
His head shook from side to side once more, the man merely humming to signify he was somewhat listening all the while taking a quick blood sample. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you; you seemed like an outgoing person, and got along with most of the people that happen to stumble across you within the HQ.
It was just the fact that he didn’t know if you were an anomaly or not and didn’t want to risk getting attached nor risk the multiverse.
He couldn’t go through any of that again.
“Well, what exactly do you want to know? I might feel obliged to humour you.” Pulling away from your arms and passing you a small bandaid, Miguel twisted around to set the vial of blood into a centrifuge. His gaze flickered towards you from the side awaiting whatever your little mind might come up with.
As if not expecting this response you hesitated for a second, suddenly every question you had before left your brain and only one stupidly basic one remained. “What's your favorite colour?”
Blinking almost dumbfounded at the simple question he fully turned to face you, mind wondering why out of everything you could’ve asked that you asked that.
“I don’t have one.”
“What about favorite animal?”
“No.”
“Favorite season?”
“None.”
“Are you just going to say no to all my questions or are you going to answer one of them?” Finding that he wasn’t answering anything no matter how simple you crossed your arms with a disgruntled huff.
Seeing the way you grew annoyed with his replies Miguel's lips barely quirked up, one of his thick brows raising. “Well, are you going to ask any actual questions?” Retorting back with that he then rose up from his seat, eyes remaining fixed to where you sat.
“Ok fine, if you weren’t bitten by a spider how come you’re still a Spiderman?”
“I’m not answering that.” Taking the vial of blood from the small machine Miguel had to hide his amusement at the way you’d begun complaining. Your smaller form quickly jumping up from your seat to begin berating him trying to come to a conclusion to your own question.
“But you said-” “I said I might feel obliged.”
“So you were never going to answer in the first place?!” Gasping dramatically at the realization you laughed in disbelief at the sort of sneaky smirk that’d curled across the man's face.
Maybe there was a reason you’d gotten mixed up in all this multiverse madness.
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“Lyla,” Calling out to his AI, Miguel awaited her appearance. The holographic image right away questioned him on what he needed. “Check in on (Y/N).” The command was simple to follow, and despite the small teasing from the AI a screen had popped up before her.
“Mm looks like she’s chatting with some people.” Musing that out Lyla bobbed her head, her small form flickering to the side as Miguel peered over at the screen. A part of him wondered who you’d found yourself talking with.
He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the sight of Ben leaning over a pillar dramatically, whatever being said presumably incoherent as yourself and the form of Peter both shared a look before bursting into laughter.
His chest rumbled.
“Lyla, assign those two to a mission.”
Looking over at the man with a brow raised she made a pop noise with her lips. “There are no missions curr-” “Make something then. Tell them to investigate something or someone or just- do something.” His hand waved through the air as he spoke, “And tell (Y/N) to come here.”
“Roger that.”
Watching the small hologram fade away he let out a breath, tongue running across the elongated canines within his mouth before another huff left him. Heavy steps bringing him back over towards the microscope he’d been occupied with for the past few hours.
Eyes peaking through it once more at the sample that rested below, watching the small cells dance around. The genetic makeup of them seemingly assimilating with the atmosphere around them, matching with the structure of those from that universe.
It was a breakthrough in his opinion.
A serendipitous breakthrough.
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“Damn room is always so damn dark.” Stepping into the room that housed Miguel's strange floating office you grumbled under your breath about the lack of light, eyes struggling to adjust to it. “You know ambient lighting is a thing.”
“The light hurts my eyes.”
Practically jumping out of your skin at the sudden appearance of the hulking man you let out a forced laugh. “Does that have to do with your spider bite-less Spiderman abilities or something?” 
“It does actually.” Without skipping a beat Miguel clicked his tongue, gaze drifting across the plain look stretched out across your face at the response, it looked like you hadn’t expected it either.
“Oh, ok thats, thats something I guess.” Clasping your hands together you nodded your head, praying that your face gave off the ‘what did you call me here for’ look.
To be honest, you didn’t mind Miguel. He was very intimidating upon your first meeting however it seemed like as the testing progressed and you were stuck with him for a while he seemed to loosen up. As much as he could at least, there were still some things that freaked you out a bit.
Such as the way he could just appear out of nowhere and scare the literal soul of of you as well as his temper. You’ve only seen it once since being at HQ, it was short but nearly ingrained into your brain as in that moment you’d come to find that perhaps he was more spider like- then the spider-people.
Fangs. He had fangs is what you meant, and claws- you think.
“You shouldn’t socialize too much with everyone here. They might question why a civilian is here.” Chiding that in absentmindedly he outstretched one of his arms towards the floating platform, a practically glowing web being shot from a device around his wrist allowing him to gain access to it.
Blinking at what he’d said then what he did you opened your mouth to speak only to shut it right after as that same glowing web shot down attaching to the front of your shirt. With a short yell in surprise, you were whisked onto the platform, Miguel's hands planting onto your shoulder to steady you as soon as you’d landed.
“A little warning would’ve been nice.”
“I’m going to swing you onto the platform.”
Giving him an ‘Are you serious’ look you’d dropped it rather quickly. He seemed different compared to when the last time you both chatted. More…willing to speak and joke around with you if that makes sense.
Before he seemed to keep you at arms reach but now it felt like he was trying to make up for lost time.
“Ok well we’re on the platform now, what did you want to show me? Or why did you need me.” Somewhat growing anxious with the sudden silence you watched him press a few things against a glowing orange keyboard, a pair of large circles popping up. 
“Do you know what these are?”
Starring at the two things your brows furrowed. “I don’t know a cow pattern?”
“This one,” He pointed towards the one on the right, “Is from your average day civilian. This one,” the other one was pointed to. “Is from you. Notice any difference?”
“Yes?” He gave you an incredulous look and you corrected your response. “No, I don’t.”
“Exactly. From this, we know you’re not an anomaly.”
Perking up at this you stared at him in disbelief, heart beginning to race a little at the prospect of being allowed to leave. “So does that mean I can go home now? That we’re done testing?”
He didn’t quite like that implication.
“You are home.” Seeing the way your hands fell back to your sides he added on as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “This is the average citizen from here, Earth-928 and, your genetic code- this here,” He motioned back towards your circle. “Matches here.”
“Whatever home you had is here now. You belong here, it is set in stone.” There was no way he was going to mention how your code blends in with whatever universe you found yourself in.
Why go somewhere else, when you could stay there?
Blinking while trying to process what he was saying you began to shake your head in disbelief. “Well, your data is wrong then. I wasn’t born here, so I can’t stay here.” Stepping back you shook your head at him, mind still trying to wrap around this. “You said I’m not an anomaly so I can just continue to do what I was doing before coming here.”
“But what if you leave here and then become an anomaly? What happens then? It is proven that breaking what is meant to happen ruins worlds.”
“Now you’re just trying to psyche me out. I know I don’t belong here Miguel, whatever tests you did are wrong.”
Clicking his tongue he watched you carefully, eyes sharp, almost predatory now compared to how you recalled them being. However, he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, you can go.”
“But do you even know where home is?”
Your mind paused at this, unwilling to quite process what he’d said. You’d been traveling around for so long- did you remember where you lived? Was there ever actually a place you called home or was that something you made up in a sort of last-ditch effort to seek self-comfort?
But, despite all that- you surely weren’t going to be stuck in one place. That’s not how you did things.
“I’m sure I can manage.” Choosing your words carefully noting how Miguel had become ridged you felt as though it was in your best interest to open a portal. “It was nice to meet you, Miguel.”
“You get lonely traveling around.” Once more he spoke, hand leaning out to press a key on the keyboard, your voice playing through some speakers of a conversation you’d had with Peter on one of a few occasions. Maydays father becoming some sort of comforting face you found yourself returning to for advice- despite his advice being close to unusable. “Never fitting in. People alienating you. Seems like you’ve had more fun and made more friends here than, say the hundreds of dimensions you’ve been to.”
“Am I correct?”
“Why are you suddenly so interested in everything? You weren’t like this the first time I came here.”
“I didn’t know if you were going to be stable here. But now I do.” Whatever was running through his mind left him letting out another breath. “And I know where you belong now. All this time, all these portals- led you here.”
“To me.”
Stunned. Shocked. Confused. Speechless.
Those were only a few words you could use to describe how you were currently feeling. Just an overall ‘What?’ could sum up everything. 
“Miguel,” Raising a hand as though you were trying to tame some sort of wild animal you sucked in a breath. “I barely know you. You barely know me. We barely know each other.”
Taking a step the man hummed nodding along, something you previously took as a friendly manner now seemingly less friendly and more of a way to keep him from lashing out. “Then we get to know each other. It’s not too late.”
“It’s never too late.” Despite his tone sounding hopeful, the look he gave sent your nerves buzzing, a hidden challenge almost. Cocoa hues flickering a ruby hue the longer you seemed to remain silent- say something.
Seeing that you weren’t answering Miguel glanced up at the ceiling, the last bit of his patience wearing thin- not that it was very big, to begin with. “I’ll give you a head start,” A step forward from him was a step back for you, the airy laughs leaving him sounding hollow. “You can go anywhere you want, any dimension. But if you can’t find where your ‘home’ is by the end of the day?”
“I’ll come and get you. And bring you home.”
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Casually wrote the three things on my account in one day <3 anyways if you have any issues with my writing or anything, sue me IG idk.
Anyways lemme know if you want a part 3- I might feel inclined to write more for my lovely lovely Miguel <3
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biaswrecker-dia · 1 month ago
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Late Nights and Lyrics
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Bang Chan × Reader
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The soft hum of the city outside filtered into the studio as Bang Chan hunched over his laptop, fingers drumming absentmindedly on the desk. He’d been working for hours, perfecting every note and lyric of the latest track. A cup of coffee—long gone cold—sat next to a stack of scribbled notes, evidence of his relentless dedication.
You knocked on the doorframe lightly, leaning in with a sheepish smile. "Hey, workaholic. You eating tonight, or should I bring dinner to the cave?"
He turned at the sound of your voice, a grin breaking across his tired face. "Y/N. I didn't even hear you come in."
"That's because you're in 'producer mode.' I could have marched in with a brass band, and you'd still be glued to that screen," you teased, stepping closer.
Chan stretched, his chair creaking under him. "Guilty. But I'm almost done. Just tweaking the bridge—wanna listen?"
You nodded eagerly, always fascinated by his creative process. He adjusted his headphones, plugging in a second pair for you. The room filled with a hauntingly beautiful melody as his latest song unfolded. The lyrics spoke of longing, perseverance, and finding light in the darkest corners—a reflection of Chan's own struggles and dreams.
When the track ended, you pulled the headphones off, eyes sparkling. "It's amazing, Chan. Seriously. Your voice... the emotion... it’s all perfect."
He ducked his head, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "You think so? I’m still not sure about the second verse."
You perched on the edge of his desk, nudging his shoulder. "You're your worst critic, as always. It's great. And if you keep doubting yourself, I'll start charging you for pep talks."
He laughed, a deep, rich sound that made your chest tighten. "Fine, fine. I'll trust your expert opinion."
The comfortable banter settled into silence, but not an awkward one. You watched as he saved his work, his focused expression softening into something gentler when he looked up at you.
"You've been here for me a lot lately," he said quietly. "I don't think I've said thank you enough."
"You don't have to thank me for caring about you," you replied, tilting your head. "You'd do the same for me."
He hesitated, his gaze flickering to the floor before meeting yours again. "Yeah, but... you do more than just care. You make things easier, lighter. I don’t think I could do this without you."
Your breath hitched, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. "Chan..."
He stood abruptly, pacing a few steps before running a hand through his hair. "Sorry. That was—uh, that probably sounded weird."
You reached out, catching his wrist to stop him. "It didn’t. It didn’t sound weird."
He stilled, eyes searching yours. For a moment, the world outside the studio seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in your shared bubble of unspoken feelings and lingering glances.
"I mean it," he murmured. "You’re my anchor, Y/N."
Your hand tightened around his, and before you could overthink it, you tugged him closer. He stumbled slightly, his other hand coming up to steady himself on the desk beside you. The proximity was overwhelming, his familiar scent of woodsy cologne and faint traces of coffee enveloping you.
"Chan, I—" You faltered, but his soft smile encouraged you to continue. "You’re more than just my best friend. And if this is too much or ruins things, tell me, but... I think I—"
You didn’t have to finish the sentence. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours tentatively, giving you every opportunity to pull away. Instead, you kissed him back, the tenderness of the moment sending a rush of warmth through you.
When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours. "Guess I wasn’t the only one holding back," he whispered, his grin laced with relief.
You laughed softly, heart racing. "You’re impossible, Bang Chan."
"And you’re perfect," he countered, pulling you into his arms. "But seriously, are we eating? Or am I surviving on this ancient coffee?"
"Let’s grab dinner," you said, tugging him toward the door. "You’re no good to anyone, least of all me, if you collapse in the studio."
His laughter echoed in the hallway as you left together, the promise of something new and beautiful lingering between you.
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allebasimaianunes · 3 months ago
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doce pecado feito mel nos meus lábios.
[smut]
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seus lábios eram macios como um novelo de lã, seu cheiro doce embriagava sua mente, como um mel selvagem que melava seus paladar enquanto beijava-lhe o busto liso, um vale de ondas de pele arrepiada que transbordava um calor acolhedor que pulsava o sangue impuro até os campos cavernosos que um dia jurou perante a Deus, castidade.
celibato.
palavra ruidosa, que esticava na língua e pinicava sua moral. porém para padre charlie aquilo não significava tanta coisa – na realidade ele desejava quebrar as antigas estruturas que erguiam as tradições anciãs da igreja que ele congregava.
as mãos firmes deslizavam pelas ondulações do corpo, estava zonzo de tesão e desejo, a respiração quente tocando-lhe o rosto angelical, a forma como ela lamuriava com os olhos fechados e os lábios torcidos de desejos o enlouquecia. seu corpo grande, feito uma fortaleza de ossos duros e músculos forjados por horas e horas de exercícios físicos e uma alimentação impecável, que encaixava tão bem para um ser humano tão vaidoso quanto ele, ergueu as pernas esguias dela para seus ombros, na posição que estava era só penetrar nela, quente e molhada, macia e tão receptiva a ele e desfrutar do prazer eterno.
prazer eterno que perdurava por minutos inconstantes. por que Deus permitiu que um dos maiores prazeres da carne fosse finito? ele se questionava, a mão no pau de veias grossas que circulava todo o sangue até lá, a sensação de topor era grande: como se ele estivesse de cabeça para baixo, o sangue indo todo para a cabeça num instante para logo descer em cascata para o pau. melado, babado, lubrificado. posicionou a cabeça rosada na buceta que o acolhia em um abraço tepido, fixou o olhar para a mulher deitada, rendida a ele, os bicos dos seios apontados para cima, a pele arrepiada, o suor brotando na testa, ela gemendo de tesão e anseio.
ele se curvou encima dela, ainda segurando o pau com a destra, a canhota indo de encontro no queixo dela firmando-o para sua direção. a fez encarar o carvão em brasa de suas íris, pupilas dilatadas quase comendo o céu nublado do olhar, sussurrou, a voz grave retubando no quarto em chamas:
— me diga de quem você pertence.
— você.
saiu em um sussurro fraco. padre charlie riu entredentes, negou com a cabeça, molhou os os lábios, encostou a cabecinha do pau na entradinha da mulher que retorceu debaixo dele. a mão canhota desceu para o pescoço dela e apertou ali. repetiu autoritário:
— repete de novo. quero fuder essa bucetinha sabendo de quem ela é.
— sua! completamente sua charlie! me fode agora porra!
padre charlie riu. um sorriso malicioso. tremeu dos pés às cabeça, assentiu satisfeito com a ansiedade dela, os olhos pidões para ele. tão indefesa e vulnerável feito um cordeirinho que se afastou do seu bando e está na mira de um lobo voraz, sedento por carne fresca.
ele acariciou o rosto dela. seus lábios encontraram com os dela, um beijo casto demais enquanto ele enfiava seu pau dentro dela, numa investida brusca que a fez resfolegar antes de aliviar a tensão.
era tanto prazer que fugia da órbita. o ar era quente, em brasas. o sabor mel dos lábios misturava agora ao sabor agridoce de porra e orgasmo. respiração descontrolada, corpos em sincronia, vai e vêm numa dança lascívia. o desejo queimando cera pelas veias, deslizando em forma de gemidos de seus lábios entreabertos, olhares dengosos e amores surrupiados um pelo outro naquela comunhão herege em busca da plenitude divina do êxtase.
e mais uma vez, no meio dos braços dela, padre charlie mayhew se perdia completamente de si: sua humanidade, virtude, sua santidade se tornavam vãs. pequeninas demais para o grande prazer que o enchia enquanto metia e fodia uma mulher que jurou jamais amar como a amava naquele momento, em sua cama, berço de rezas e choros de arrependimentos. mas ele se arrependia de fazer aquilo?
não.
ele queria mais.
provar do fruto proibido uma vez atrás da outra, até se fartar. cometer o pecado da gula com luxúria de braços abertos feito um jesus cristo na cruz. aceitando sua humanidade como um pecador que no dia seguinte iria se ajoelhar, clamar por clemência e se açoitar até tirar o sangue impuro e imputar a dor do pecado de si mesmo.
tão simples.
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[trechos (imagens) do livro “o crime do padre amaro”, eça de queiróz (1875).]
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leeknot · 15 days ago
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Hello i love your fics may I please have a request of skz ot7 jealous of jeongin girlfriend who's younger than jeongin and she's really smart and really beautiful but also an amazing loyal girlfriend to jeongin even though it's her first relationship and she takes care of all of them like always cooking and cleaning up after them and she is close to and has a bond with each of them and they each get a little possessive even though she isn't theirs and if you are comfortable make it a smutty and jeongin is fine with sharing
Eight Boys, One Girl
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A/N : Haiii :3 Thank you so much for requesting this @babygirlskz98!! I'm really glad that you love my fics <33 I really had fun writing this and I hope it turned out the way you imagined it :))
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Pairing : skz OT8 × reader
Warnings : smut
MDNI
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Jeongin walked into the shared dorm room, his heart fluttering with excitement as he anticipated his girlfriend,Y/N's welcoming presence. At nineteen, she was his first love, and her beauty, intellect, and nurturing spirit never ceased to amaze him.
"Hey baby!" he heard her sweet voice call out from the kitchen. The rich aroma of homemade kimchi fried rice filled the air, making his stomach growl.
Jeongin grinned broadly as he sauntered into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Y/N's petite waist from behind. She leaned into his embrace, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she continued stirring the fried rice.
"Mmm, it smells incredible in here." Jeongin praised, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. He loved how she always took care of them, cooking and cleaning without ever complaining.
As if on cue, the other Stray Kids members began filtering into the kitchen, drawn by the tantalizing aroma. Seungmin was the first to approach, his eyes lingering on Y/N with an unusual intensity. "Y/N-ah, you've outdone yourself again,"
Seungmin complemented, sneakily inching closer to her side. Hyunjin flashed a cheeky grin, playfully stealing a piece of fried rice straight from the pan. "Tastes even better than it smells!" he declared with gusto.
While they all gathered around the food, BangChan couldn't help but add, "No wonder we put up with living in such a messy dorm. At least we have a queen who keeps us fed and clean." He winked at Y/N, causing Jeongin to subtly tense up.
Lee Know, ever the observant one, noticed the flicker of jealousy in Jeongin's eyes. He decided to poke the bear, leaning against the counter beside Y/N and casually draping his arm around her shoulders. "Y/N's so smart too, you know." Lee Know remarked,
Jeongin felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him as Lee Know casually leaned in close to his girlfriend. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white. But before he could intervene, Felix sidled up to Y/N's other side, his golden eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" Felix asked innocently, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Y/N turned to face him, only to find Felix's face inches from hers. "Who's your favorite member?"
The room fell silent as all the members awaited Y/N's answer. Jeongin's jaw clenched, his eyes darting between Felix and Y/N. Chan,Minho,Changbin,Hyunjin,Han,Jeongin and Seungmin all looked at her expectantly.
"Well..." Y/N smiled shyly, knowing she had them all in the palm of her hand. Her gaze slowly swept across each of their faces, leaving them on tenterhooks. Jeongin felt his heart skip a beat as she finally spoke "You know what?"
All the members leaned in closer, hanging on Y/N's every word. Her smile widened as she saw how desperately they wanted her favor. "Each of you is special to me in your own way," Y/N announced serenely, "So it's impossible to choose just one favorite. But,"
She paused for dramatic effect, the room holding its breath. "If I really had to pick, I suppose it would be... the one who's been the most protective and caring towards me." Y/N's gaze locked onto Jeongin's, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Jeongin's eyes widened momentarily as Y/N's praise washed over him, a mix of pride and relief washing through his veins. The tension visibly drained from his shoulders as he pulled her more firmly against his chest, basking in this public affirmation of her affection.
As Jeongin clung to Y/N possessively, the air in the kitchen seemed to thicken, charged with a sudden undercurrent of sensual tension. Hyunjin was the first to break the charged silence, his voice a low, playful rumble.
"You know, Y/N," Hyunjin purred, his eyes roaming over her possessively, "Jeongin might be your favorite, but what about the rest of us?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing the other six members to start closing in on Y/N.
Changbin stepped forward, his hand reaching out to stroke Y/N's hair, his warm fingers tangling in the soft strands. "We can't just let Jeongin have all the fun." he said with a smirk, his eyes flicking to Han, who was already undoing Y/N's shirt buttons.
As Han's cold hands pushed Y/N's shirt off her shoulders, revealing her bare collarbone, Felix stepped in, his lips finding the exposed skin and placing gentle kisses there. He looked up at Y/N with lust-filled eyes, "She always smells so good..."
Y/N's breath caught in her throat as all 8 men surrounded her, their touches gentle yet possessive. Her cheeks flushed red as she whispered, "Are we really..." Her voice trailed off, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in her tone. "All of you?"
"Every. Last. One." Chan growled playfully, his large hands gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh, sending sparks of excitement through your body.
Hyunjin slid behind Y/N, his hands cupping her breasts as he murmured huskily in her ear. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." Changbin knelt, hands stroking up her thighs while peering at her under hooded lids.
Seungmin, watching the escalating lust with glittering eyes, reached out and began slowly stroking Y/N's hair, tilting her head back. "Just relax and let us worship you." he breathed, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, sensual kiss.
Jeongin, who had been quietly observing from the side, finally stepped forward. His usually playful expression was replaced with a serious, almost predatory gaze. He slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. "Turn around,"
"Turn around, precious," Jeongin commanded softly, his voice carrying an unexpected dominance. "I want you to see what you do to us... how badly we all want you." As Y/N slowly turned, he ran his fingertips down her spine, making her shiver.
All eight of them stood in a semicircle around Y/N, their eyes dark with desire as they slowly began removing their clothing, revealing perfect, toned bodies - each unique yet equally captivating. Jeongin's fingers continued tracing patterns on Y/N's back as he pressed closer.
Jeongin's warm breath tickled Y/N's neck as he whispered, "Now, sit on the bed." As Y/N sat, the other seven men slowly approached, surrounding her like predators. Chan knelt in front of her, his hands on her knees.
Chan slowly spread Y/N's thighs, revealing her to the hungry gaze of the seven men surrounding her. Hyunjin knelt beside Chan, his fingers tracing up Y/N's inner thigh. Seungmin stood behind her, his hands resting on her waist.
Minho stood on the other side of the bed, his eyes locked on Y/N's face as he stroked his hard length. Hyunjin, the tallest of the group, loomed over Y/N, his large hands resting on the bed on either side of her head.
Hyunjin leaned down, his face inches from Y/N's, his warm breath fanning over her lips as he spoke in a low, rumbling voice. "We're going to take you together, precious. Every inch of you, filled to the brim with our cocks."
Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Jeongin pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "And we're not going to be gentle." he murmured, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair.
Seungmin, watching the escalating lust with glittering eyes, reached out and began slowly stroking Y/N's hair, tilting her head back. "Just relax and let us worship you." he breathed, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, sensual kiss.
Jeongin, who had been quietly observing from the side, finally stepped forward. His usually playful expression was replaced with a serious, almost predatory gaze. He slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. "Turn around,"
"Turn around, precious," Jeongin commanded softly, his voice carrying an unexpected dominance. "I want you to see what you do to us... how badly we all want you." As Y/N slowly turned, he ran his fingertips down her spine, making her shiver.
All eight of them stood in a semicircle around Y/N, their eyes dark with desire as they slowly began removing their clothing, revealing perfect, toned bodies - each unique yet equally captivating. Jeongin's fingers continued tracing patterns on Y/N's back as he pressed closer.
Jeongin's warm breath tickled Y/N's neck as he whispered, "Now, sit on the bed." As Y/N sat, the other seven men slowly approached, surrounding her like predators. Chan knelt in front of her, his hands on her knees.
Chan slowly spread Y/N's thighs, revealing her to the hungry gaze of the seven men surrounding her. Hyunjin knelt beside Chan, his fingers tracing up Y/N's inner thigh. Seungmin stood behind her, his hands resting on her waist.
Minho stood on the other side of the bed, his eyes locked on Y/N's face as he stroked his hard length. Hyunjin, the tallest of the group, loomed over Y/N, his large hands resting on the bed on either side of her head.
Hyunjin leaned down, his face inches from Y/N's, his warm breath fanning over her lips as he spoke in a low, rumbling voice. "We're going to take you together, precious. Every inch of you, filled to the brim with our cocks."
Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Jeongin pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "And we're not going to be gentle," he murmured, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair.
With a firm tug, Jeongin pulled Y/N's head back, forcing her to look up at the eight men surrounding her. Chan and Felix both pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her tight pussy as Changbin notched the head of his thick cock against her entrance.
"We're going to fill every hole, precious," Changbin said, his voice low and husky as he began to slowly push inside her. Y/N gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. Seungmin leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.
While Changbin established a steady rhythm, Felix replaced his fingers with his tongue, swirling around her sensitive clit. At the same time, Minho brought his cock to her lips. "Open up, love." he whispered, guiding himself between her lips as Hyunjin watched with heated eyes.
While Changbin continued setting a steady rhythm, Felix maintained his attention on her clit, earning whimpers from Y/N. Han and Seungmin kept their teasing ministrations on her breasts, while Minho gently thrust into her mouth. Jeongin, still holding her hair, whispered in her ear...
"- such a good girl, taking us all..." Jeongin's free hand trailed down to her throat, feeling the vibrations as Minho slowly fucked her mouth While Changbin established a steady pace, Felix's tongue and fingers expertly worked her clit and entrance. "Ready, precious?"
Changbin eased out of her pussy, making way for Felix who pressed his length against her entrance. "Don't worry, love, we'll take care of you." Felix whispered, slowly pushing in while Hyunjin repositioned himself between her thighs to replace Felix's tongue.
Y/N let out a muffled moan around Minho's cock as Felix bottomed out inside her. The feeling of being so full had her eyes rolling back. Seungmin and Han shifted, each lifting one of her legs over their shoulders, opening her up even more for the guys.
Hyunjin lapped at her inner thighs as Jeongin guided Minho's hand to her throat, allowing him to wrap his fingers gently around it. Changbin repositioned himself between her breasts, pressing them together around his length. "Look at me."
Y/N gazed up at Changbin with lust-darkened eyes as he slid his cock between her pressed-together breasts, grunting softly at the slick friction. Seungmin teased her nipple with his tongue while Han pinched the other, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
The guys picked up their pace, fucking and sucking her relentlessly. Felix slammed into her g-spot, causing her to scream around Minho's cock. Changbin's thrusts became erratic as he neared his climax, his cock twitching between her breasts. "Fuck, I'm gonna-!"
Changbin roared, finding his release between her breasts as Felix and Seungmin found their release inside her and on her stomach. Hyunjin lapped up the combined releases as Han and Jeongin guided Minho to finish in her mouth, choking her slightly with his large release.
"Good girl." Minho praised as he pulled out, trailing a string of cum down her chin "Look how beautiful you are like this," Jeongin whispered, wiping the cum from her face gently "Are you okay, precious?" Felix checked in, kissing her temple sweetly.
"More than okay... though I might not be able to walk straight tomorrow," she managed a weak, satisfied smile, her body still trembling with aftershocks "Good," Chan chuckled, wiping cum from between her breasts "That means we did our job right."
The guys took turns holding and cuddling her, each marking her with their scents again. She fell asleep sandwiched between Felix and Jeongin, their arms wrapped around her protectively. As the sun rose, they all woke up entangled, smiling softly at each other.
"You know, I think we should talk," Felix suggested, sitting up and looking at the group huddled together "We're all obviously very close, and not just physically," He looked at Jeongin "Jeongin, you are her boyfriend, but now..."
Jeongin sighed and then smiled slightly, pulling Y/N closer to him. "It's okay, everyone. I've realized that what's most important is Y/N's happiness, and she clearly finds joy with all of you too. If that means sharing her, well..."
"We're all in this together now?" Han finished, looking around at the group with a hopeful expression. The other guys nodded in agreement, Seungmin speaking up. "We'll all be her boyfriends, officially. No more sneaking around or hiding our feelings."
Jeongin chuckled and then smiled warmly at Y/N. "I'm fine with it, as long as you're happy, my love. I'll just have to get used to sharing you with these idiots." He joked, playfully poking the others.
"Hehe, we'll all share her equally," Felix suggested, "No favoritism, no jealousy." Heungmin nodded in agreement, "And we'll all live together too, right?"
"I love you all so much," Y/N spoke softly, her voice still sleepy from the night's activities "I never intended for this to happen, but... I can't imagine being without any of you now. Are you sure you're all okay sharing?"
"More than okay," Jeongin replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We've talked about it, and we're all in agreement. We want to be with you, together. No more sneaking around or keeping secrets."
"Yeah, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can talk to us," Han added, his arm wrapping possessively around Y/N's waist. "You're ours now, officially. Our girlfriend, our everything."
And just like that, their unconventional relationship was official. Y/N was now the shared girlfriend of eight loving and possessive men, and they were her devoted boyfriends in every sense of the word.
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mastermindmiko · 1 year ago
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Hi! Hope you're well! I was hoping you could make a Matteo Riddle ×Fem!reader? Something with some angst but it's completely up to you!
Secret
Pairing: Matteo Riddle + Reader
Word count: 1023
Summary: You and Matteo keep your relationship a secret
Warnings: swearing and mentions of bullying.
Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.
Thank you sm for requesting! Hope you like it
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"Hush, someone could hear us and then come see us, and that is bad." I scold him, but he just continues to look at me with a fond smile on his lips. Even after dating him for so long, the action still brings butterflies into my stomach.
I blush, then look away. I hear him chuckle before feeling his long fingers grab my chin and make me look at him. He presses a sweet kiss to my lips, and then mumbles, "I really don't care if someone sees us."
"Well, I do." I reply, barely thinking with the way he's kissing me. He hums, "I guess then it matters to me."
It's things like this that make me believe that matteo is not in any way like his father, despite what I initially thought and everyone else believed.
I begrudgingly part away from him, and say, "I have to go."
"No..." He groans and holds my waist tighter. He pulls me close to his chest, but I resist by pushing against it. I try, "I'll see you tonight. I have to get to lunch, or else Harry will be suspicious."
"Fine."
I head to lunch and matteo, and I part ways. It always hurt knowing that I couldn't share my relationship with my closest friends. However, it was for the best.
"Where were you?" Hermione says as soon as I'm close enough to the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron pipe up to look at me like meerkats, both giving me a smile. I smile back and sit beside Hermione.
I don't get a chance to answer because Harry starts nearly growling when he sees Malfoy and his goons approaching, and with them, my boyfriend.
I resist smiling and start to pile up some food on my plate, staring at the table instead of at my gorgeous man. My eyes betray me as they try to sneak a glance of him to find him already looking at me. He shoots me a quick wink, which turns me into a tomato.
Malfoy sneers, "Ready to lose, Potter?"
"In your dreams, Malfoy." Harry counters, and Malfoy turns to Ron, deciding against saying that he's poor again. His gaze moves to hermione, deciding that the mud blood insult has gotten old, and then it lands on me.
"It wouldn't be hard losing with such a chit chaser -" Malfoy starts, but matteo clears his threat, and all of a sudden, Malfoy shuts up, returning to insulting Ron and Hermione instead.
That was weird. Unless...I was going to kill Matteo. I frown, shot him a glare, and he frowns, too. Malfoy eventually gets tired of teasing us, and he leaves.
We all return to lunch like normal, but I can tell that Harry was feeling anxious about tomorrow's match. I reassure him, "Don't worry, little brother. We're going to beat their asses."
Harry grins, but it then drops after Ron decides to say, "It was weird... the way Malfoy didn't keep insulting you."
"Maybe he has a crush." Hermione teases, and I feel myself get disgusted by the thought of it. I gag, and my friends laugh. Ron decides it's funny enough to keep going, "If anyone had a crush on her, it's Riddle, notice how he never aims any bludgers at her."
My eyes go wide, but I let out a nervous chuckle in order to hide my nervousness. I told matteo that that would raise suspicions. A few months ago, I even told him to hit me specifically, but of course, he refused.
The subject gets dropped, though, after a couple of laughs. I continued on with eating until I saw Matteo leave the Great Hall, messing up his hair. It was our signal. I stand up abruptly and then say, "I'll be back."
I rush out of the Great Hall and head to where I already know Matteo is heading. The room of requirement where we meet when we want to spend extended durations of time together.
I enter the room, and Matteo has his back to me. He's sorting through some books probably picking which one we're going to read together tonight. I shout, "Matteo fucking Riddle!"
He stills, his whole body turning rigid, slowly turning to face me. I fold my arms in front of my chest and glare at him. He grins anxiously and says, "Sweetheart?"
"Don't sweetheart me! You told your friends about us." I say, and his face turns guilty, so it was true. He takes a few steps close to me and explains, "This way they can stop bullying you."
"Them not bullying me has caused my friends to be suspicious." I say with anger. He frowns deeply and takes a few more steps closer to me until he can take my hands in his. I don't resist the action his hands are really soft.
He whispers, "Would it be so bad if they knew?"
"Yes, we wouldn't be able to be together then." I say, and feeling the anger drift away and the sadness seep in. Matteo sighs, "Maybe they would understand."
"They won't. You don't know what they say about when you're not there. It breaks my heart, but I can't lose them -" I say and cut myself off at the end. He sighs, "If they really love you, they would understand."
"I don't want to risk losing them-or you." I say, then meet his eyes to continue, "The thought of losing you scares me."
"And it terrifies me, but we can't go on like this-"
"I promise I'll tell them, I don't know when, but I will." I say, every time he brings this up, I feel like it's the end, every time I hope that it isn't.
"That's enough for me." Matteo says slowly. He gives me a small smile and then presses a quick kiss to my lips. He pulls me in for a hug, and I hug him as tightly as I can without suffocating him.
He parts then presses a kiss to my forehead. I really love him, but I'll tell him that another day. He says, "Let's go read a book, huh?"
a/n: I really don't know a lot about Matteo, but from what I know, this is how I imagine him being. I hope I did him justice.
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optimisticstar · 8 months ago
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I get that omni-man's a jerk but the fandom.....
I NEED MORE OMNI MAN!! PLEASE!!!😭😭
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shadowybasementwitch · 1 month ago
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Silent Storm
Tags: dan heng × male reader, dan heng × reader, dan heng, hsr, fluff
Warnings: A little angst (?)
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The Astral Express was quieter than usual, and the silence was unnerving. You sat at the central table, chatting with Stelle and March, your laughter filling the room. Meanwhile, Dan Heng sat in a corner with a book in hand, his eyes skimming the pages but his mind far from the words.
He couldn’t stop glancing at you. The way you leaned slightly closer to Stelle when she laughed at your jokes, the light touch on her arm—it was innocent. Of course, it’s innocent, he told himself. But the tight knot in his chest wouldn’t let go.
After several minutes of silent observation, he snapped his book shut and stood up abruptly.
“I’m heading to the meditation room,” he announced, his tone clipped. He didn’t look at you as he walked out.
You immediately noticed the tension in his voice. The quickness of his movements, the way he avoided meeting your eyes—it wasn’t like Dan Heng.
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Later that evening, you found him in the meditation room, standing near the console. His posture was stiff, his arms crossed as if he was trying to hold himself together.
“What’s going on with you?” you asked, stepping inside. “You’ve been acting weird all day.”
“Nothing,” he replied curtly, not even turning to face you.
“Dan Heng,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. “You know I can tell when something’s bothering you.”
He let out a long sigh, his hands dropping to his sides. “It’s just... I see how you are with everyone else. How you act around them.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, confusion lacing your voice.
“The way you laugh with Stelle, the way you touch her arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world...” His voice was tight, laced with something raw. “It’s like I’m not the only one who matters to you.”
Your eyes widened. “Are you serious right now? You’re... jealous?”
“I’m not jealous,” he snapped, but the flicker in his eyes betrayed him.
“Yes, you are,” you said, taking a step closer. “And you know how ridiculous that is. Stelle’s a friend. Just like March. You have no reason to feel like this.”
“I know,” he said quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “But sometimes... it feels like I’m not enough. Like I can’t give you what they can.”
His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t realized he’d been carrying this weight.
“Look at me,” you said gently, reaching out to lift his chin so his eyes met yours. “Do you really think I’d choose anyone over you? After everything we’ve been through?”
He didn’t answer, but the emotion in his eyes spoke volumes.
Without thinking, you closed the remaining distance between you, placing your hands on his waist. “You are more than enough for me, Dan Heng. You always have been.”
He stared at you for a moment, his gaze searching yours, before pulling you into a kiss. It was intense, almost desperate, as though he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words.
The kiss deepened quickly, his hands moving to your neck as yours pulled him closer. The rest of the world faded away—there was only him, the warmth of his body, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered when you finally pulled apart, both of you breathing heavily. “That was stupid of me.”
“It was,” you teased softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, “but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
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The hours that followed were a blur. The meditation room became a sanctuary where all the jealousy, anger, and pain melted away. Dan Heng showed you, in ways words could never capture, how much he loved you and how deeply he regretted his doubts.
When the night finally ended, and the two of you lay together in the soft darkness of the room, you murmured, “Next time you feel like that, just tell me. Don’t keep it bottled up.”
“I’ll try,” he replied quietly, his head resting against your chest.
You ran your fingers through his hair, a small smile playing on your lips. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”
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Hey everyone, this is my first fanfiction, so I hope I did well. If you have ideas for more, please write to me. ( Also, my english isn't my first language, so sorry for any spelling errors)
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chaostroberry1 · 7 months ago
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I'm not sure how to do request but I saw that you're doing RoR, I wonder if you may do Beelzebub with dom M!Reader smut for me?
The scenario is up to you! But I'd like to imagine M!Reader being the strongest one even after Zeus, perhaps as a significant deity/ruler in the pantheon. I think that would somehow works out with Beelzebub curse unable to affect us since we're stronger??
—Thank you, I wish you a nice day and healthy schedule! 💕
There are quite a lot of beelzebub requests today haha😂 sur thing! • I'm going to re-use my idea from back then for (m/n)/reader's lore. Which I used back in my apollo fic.
If you'd like to learn more about (m/n)'s lore, look here.
Beelzebub × Dom!male!reader | smut
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(m/n) one of the very first gods to have ever existed, and had been Zues' guardian from when he was a baby. M/n the one and only male born from a seedling by Gaia, getting swallowed into the earth to rest until the titanomochy was finished, before being awoken to continue life as the god of destruction.
His name was enough to strike fear into the hearts of those who heard it, some even using it as a curse towards others they loathed. Even after zues had taken the throne as ruler, he still knew well not to mess with the god, for he was literally Zues' guardian, and trainer who prepared him for the fight between the titans and his father.
Everyone knew his name, and how incredibly powerful he was. He was horrible, or so they thought. Until a certain person stumbled upon him, wanting to fight.
That person being, Beelzebub.
Beelzebub only wanted to be trained under (m/n) to get stronger. But in the end, he instead got the god to adore him as time passed, he was being treated like some sort of princess. And then slowly used as a fuck toy at the same time. A pretty little thing to look at whenever the mighty ruler was feeling somewhat pissed.
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The halls were empty, but it echoed with the footsteps, Ones that belonged to the lord of the flies, Beelzebub. Who was on his way to meet you. He had walked by Loki who was giving him a nasty wink, as if something was waiting for him ahead. "Are you looking for lord (m/n)? I didn't know little goth boys were his type~ hehe...is he big down there? I assume he is~" he snickered. He was one of the very few who knew about Beelzebub's personal affairs with the god. Due to there being one incident of Loki walking in on the two going at it.
Beelzebub ignored him, already irritated and embarrassed by the perverted comment. "You keep your mouth shut" he grumbled, continuing to walk. But is then stopped by a tall figure that stared down at him, giving a smirk that sent a chill down his spine. (M/n)..
"L..lord (m/n)..." He was interrupted by the gods thumb caressing his lips, before pulling him in for a kiss, which he accepted, still ignoring Loki's distant snickering. "Best greetings to you, Beelzebub...I'm glad you came. Shall we take it somewhere private?" He let out a soft blush, nodding as you held his hand gently, guiding him to your room.
You placed him on the bed, locking the door before looking down at him. Putting your strong hands on his lips once again,parting the bottom lip from the top, slowly opening his mouth. "Thank you for meeting me here...beloved." you growl lowly, knowing that his curse couldn't affect you in any way, due to you humbling it with your insane strength and overwhelming aura. Forcing it back into Beelzebub.
You entered your tongue into his mouth, making out with him as he took off his clothes, already getting into it, letting out muffled breaths while he drooled. You looked down at his perking tits, pinching and squeezing them, making his huff out a steamy breath in arousal.
You massage it in a good circling motion, before bending him over and then pulling his pants off, revealing his tight puckered hole. You slid your tongue inside, giving him a memorable rimjob to never forget for the rest of the week.
"darling thing...I'll stretch you out for a bit, okay? I'll make you cum real good.."
"ngh...put it in ...don't keep me waiting..."
You chuckled at his response, pulling your huge cock out your pants, making his mouth water. you inserted the tip inside, before half of the length slides in as well, making him cry in pleasure, "huuh...huu...lord (m/n)...lord (m/n)....pound it...pound me with that huge thing....please..."
You pounded his ass fast and ferociously, no mercy on his right virgin whole. Before lifting his butt higher and pounding it rougher, the room full of sticky fuck and echoing cries for more cock. "Lord (m/n)!!! Haa--!! Aahh~~!! Faster please~!!!" He moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his own cock squirted. Your pounding pace too fast to imagine. Leaving him panting and gasping for air.
You cummed into him around 5 times before pulling out, a sticky string of cum bridging between your cock and his hole. You left a huge gape. Then using your fingers to part it open, just to see how much space you filled. You then stuff your thick length back inside and fucked him full of cum once more, using his cum dumpster of a body to your liking. Not sparing a care to who'd hear from outside.
When you finally finished, you had him on his knees, mouth open while you stroked your cock, ahooting out strings of semen onto his pretty face while he took it like the good boy he was. It didn't take long before you guys were back on the bed, getting down at it once more, transferring from his ass to his mouth, not knowing that Loki was still outside, snickering to himself.
"it must really be huge then~"
The sheer force and speed from your fucking had caused Beelzebub's moans to vibrate, pleasing for you to go faster. "Faster...fasterr~~" he whined needily, spreading his legs further apart from each other, just to feel more cock hitting his hole.
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