#× reader

[reidiot]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

[leeknot]

Boundless Pleasure

A/N:I was just bored so I decided to do this.Please don't be shy in requesting something because I'll 100% do it since I'm weird af.

MDNI

Enhypen × Reader

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You find yourself in a dimly lit room, your wrists and ankles bound tightly to a sturdy wooden chair. A large, intimidating fucking machine stands before you, its thick, veiny dildo pulsating menacingly.

The machine's controls are carefully adjusted by Jake, his mischievous grin evident in the faint moonlight streaming through the windows. To one side, Heeseung watches intently, his eyes dark with desire and curiosity. "Ready, sweetheart?"

"Let's start with the smallest setting." Heeseung suggests, his voice low and commanding. Jake chuckles, hitting the button that activates the machine. The dildo begins to thrust slowly, its thick head tapping against your tiny, virgin opening.

"She looks so small compared to that monster." Jake observes, adjusting the settings slightly. The machine's thrusts pick up speed, the dildo slapping against your innocence. Heeseung grins wickedly, recording a video on his phone.

The machine's pace becomes more urgent, the dildo stretching and filling you completely with each thrust. You can't help but let out soft whimpers as the pleasure-pain sensation overwhelms you "Look how that tiny pussy is getting fucked by our machine."

The sound of your whimpers and the machine's rhythmic thrusts fill the room. Jungwon stands nearby, mesmerized, adjusting the machine's settings higher. Sunoo and Ni-ki sit on a nearby couch, watching with wide eyes.

As the machine reaches its highest setting, the room is filled with the lewd sounds of your tiny body being brutally stretched. Sunghoon enters, a camera in hand, filming from different angles. "This is perfection." he murmurs, zooming in on your tear-streaked face.

The machine's unrelenting pace continues, pushing you to your physical and emotional limits. Jay walks in, seeing your vulnerable state, and decides to add another layer of humiliation - turning on a vibrator and placing it against your clit.

The combination of the machine's brutal thrusts and the vibrator's constant buzzing is too much for your small body to bear. Tears stream down your face as you gag and choke, the sounds of your distress only turning the boys on more.

Jungwon, who was editing their group's vlog, decides to livestream this impromptu photoshoot instead. Thousands of fans tune in, watching as the machine mercilessly destroys your innocence. The chat is filled with lewd comments and requests.

As the boys continue to use you as their personal sex toy, Jungwon starts reading out the requests from the chat, incorporating them into the livestream.

"Someone wants to see close-ups of your stretched hole," Jungwon announces, zooming in with the camera while Sunghoon changes angles to capture every humiliating detail. "And another viewer wants to know if you can take even more..."

Jake grins mischievously and reaches for a larger attachment, rapidly swapping it with the one currently on the machine. He turns to the camera, "Let's find out, shall we?"

Your body convulses at the sudden intrusion of the larger size. The machine continues its relentless pace, stretching you further than you thought possible. The livestream chat explodes with ecstatic comments "Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen..." Heeseung said.

Your screams echo through the room as the machine reaches its maximum size, forcing your body to accommodate the impossible dimensions. Tears stream down your face as you feel your skin stretching to the breaking point.

The blue light fades, and the boys refocus the camera on you as you lie in the plush bed. The machine is now set to a more reasonable size, a sleek, black dildo slowly sliding in and out of you at a gentle pace.

The boys gather around the bed, filming from different angles as the machine slowly moves the dildo in and out of you. They've added a slight rotation to the motion, causing the dildo to twist slightly with each thrust. "This is much better." Sunoo said.

The slow rhythm is obviously having an effect on you. Your breathing becomes heavier as the carefully crafted strokes tease and please. The boys murmur encouraging words, occasionally touching your shoulders or running their fingers through your hair. Sunghoon leans down and whispers "Look how beautifully it fills you up...".

As the dildo continues to slide in and out, Jay reaches into a drawer and pulls out a small, vibrating egg. He turns it on and slowly brings it closer to your body, hovering it just above your clit. "Let's add a little extra stimulation, shall we?"

The vibrating egg hovers gently above your sensitive area, adding a new layer of pleasure to the experience. The boys watch intently as the combination of internal and external stimulation begins to have its effect on you. Your breath hitches occasionally, and small moans escape your lips.

The dildo picks up a slight pace, moving a bit faster and twisting more. The boys adjust the vibrating egg, pressing it gently against your clit. They can see your body tensing and relaxing, your hips moving slightly to meet the toy's thrusts.

As the boys continue to tease and toy with you, they can feel your arousal growing. Your juices start to flow more freely, making the vibrating egg slide easier against your clit. They increase the speed and intensity, watching as your body shakes and trembles. "Look at her, she's losing control." Jake said.

They continue to watch as you writhe in ecstasy, your moans and screams filling the room. The vibrations become almost too much to bear, and you feel yourself on the verge of an intense orgasm. "I think she needs something more." Ni-ki said.

The sudden change in intensity of the vibrator against your clit makes you gasp loudly. The dildo continues its steady rhythm, filling you completely. The combination of sensations becomes almost overwhelming - the fullness inside you, the intense buzzing outside, and the soft hum of the machine.

They can tell you're right on the edge, your muscles tensing and relaxing in quick succession. Jungwon leans in close to your ear, whispering: "Come for us, beautiful... We want to watch you fall apart."

With a final press of the remote, the boys increase the intensity of the vibrator to its maximum setting. The sudden, powerful vibrations push you over the edge. Your body convulses with pleasure, your inner walls clamping down tightly around the dildo as you experience an intense, earth-shattering orgasm.

As you ride out the waves of pleasure, the boys admire the sight of you, completely lost in passion.Sunoo reaches out to turn the remote off, but hesitates. "Look at her, she's still twitching..."

They slowly reduce the intensity of the vibrator, allowing you to come down from your high. Your body shivers one last time as they carefully remove the toys, replacing them with gentle touches. The room falls quiet, save for the sound of your ragged breathing. "That was... incredible." you said.

One of them grabs a soft blanket to wrap around you, cradling you against them as you catch your breath. They all share knowing smiles, thoroughly pleased with your reaction "Rest now, sweet thing. We'll keep you warm."

As you drift off to sleep, nestled between their warm bodies, the boys exchange satisfied glances. They know they've just had an experience they won't soon forget. And with you in their arms, they can already think of a few more 'games' to play in the future.

They continue to gently stroke your hair as your breathing deepens, their eyes meeting in a mutual understanding. The dim lighting of the room casts soft shadows, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. Sunghoon leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead "Dream sweetly, love."

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[elenor222]

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

“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?”

Authors note: wdym I posted twice in two days without receiving any response??????haha. Requests are open btw.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated. <3

[lightnotyagami]

"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

"Yes, of course i will my dear."

Light x fem reader (soft) smut

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!!

"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 "

[cakeandpudding1]

Yandere!apollo

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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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[bamsywrites]

And Comes Dawn pt ii

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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[woes-to-the-sea]

꧁༺ 𝓘 𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 ༻꧂

Tag/s: might be ooc, lower case intended, self indulgent, fluff, not proofread

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you say his name with the biggest smile upon your lips, as if seeing him has made your day all the brighter--- like all the frustration has melted away when you catch sight of him. seeing such joy on your face makes his heart hurt-- "how could you smile like that to someone like him?" he thinks and the way you look at him? oh, he's done for.

you look at him so softly and lovingly, that he can't help but wonder what it is about him that made you look at him so. and he can't help but selfishly want you to keep looking at him like that. and if you notice him looking a little red? he was just feeling a little hot, is all.

it's dangerous how you make him experience all these different emotions just by being near him, but it's not a terrible experience at all. maybe he could get used to this. for him who has craved affection and acceptance from others for so long, your simple acts of intimacy mean the world to him.

even so there are still doubts in his mind, worries that he can't help but have 'is it alright for him to want this? what if one day you start looking at him with contempt? with dislike? as if he was someone you shouldn't associate with---' but such worries are dispelled with your gentle touch and kind words. the way you would take his hand in yours and softly reassure him gives him all the answers he needs.

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first post on here so cheers to that 🍻 had sakura in mind while writing this but it could work for other characters too

[goth-mami-writer]

¤ Sweet, Silver Affliction ¤(pt.4)

▪︎ King Baldwin IV × f!reader arranged marriage AU

{Thank you for so many likes and comments on this work so far! I love all of you who've taken time to interact. This is also available on Ao3 as well! ♡}

《 Together, your mouth moved with the king's in a slow, experimental taste of the first fires now set between you. Slow burning and hotter than red cinders, you felt it's heat warming you closer to him. He felt as you placed yourself chest to chest with him, and he greeted the curve of your body with his hands trailing down to your waist.

The breath between you was rampant as it heaved for more air to sustain the yearning that was pulling so strong. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, his skin being chilled by your twilling fingers lining across his shoulders amid the kiss that was growing. The king tilted his head, deepening the embrace to melt you against him and allow his mouth to open wider.

You gasped for a moment against his mouth, feeling the rough texture of his lips that were still somehow tender to the touch against yours as they moved and lapped for more. He heard your quiet mew for air, and he felt his skin crawl where he was moved to drag his mouth lower.

He kissed the underneath of your jaw, tilting your head back with the fingertips of his glove where he pecked lower down your neck then to your collar, but he then stopped. You felt his ragged breath rolling down your skin under your night slip and felt against you where his tired heart was throttling in his chest. The same as yours.

You tried to calm him with gentle touches to his shoulders, but he shook resonantly beneath you the same before his unmasked lips reached your ear,

“I…have prayed for God to bring me a wife. I have pleaded with our Lord- making offerings of my servitude in exchange. And my prayer has been answered…in such abundance for which I did not ask..for which I am not worthy. But now, our lord tests me yet again. I will have to pray now..that I have the strength enough…to survive this marriage…if our nights together.. feel as thus.”

His words felt moving to you and your mouth stayed apart when you thought of your reply, wanting to know in your heart of hearts….if you would consummate your marriage with him tonight. It was an idea you found less and less fearsome as the seconds under his mouth went by.

“My king-” You stuttered, putting your hands over his palms curved at your waist still, and you spoke against the linens of his coverings, your lips brushing his neck,

“Do…you wish me to lie down for you?”

Baldwin's heart felt weakened to hear your sweet mouth even offer such a thing and he shuddered in breath, his mask still raised for his voice to remain clear,

“No, angel-....I- I do not have the strength. Not tonight.”

“I won't ask you…to do anything, my lord. I can-”

“Absolutely not-” He then said sternly to quickly halt your line of thinking that would cheat him of something he found to be rather imperative as a husband but also as merely a man.

“You don't understand, young one. There are many things in these remaining days of my life that make me feel…emasculated. I stand as a king that cannot ride to war…cannot take sword. Even raising my voice to command my guards…leaves me weak. So I cannot allow my virgin wife to lead our marriage consummation on her very own due to my illness that has already taken so much..”

It felt so very grounding to hear how a man capable of so much vast, impertinent influence was troubled by something so menial as feeling inferior- emasculated. Your eyes softened but then you felt as he lowered the mask back down to his face, returning to the guarded, untouchable facade that you'd worked so hard to dismantle.

He turned up your chin, noticing the dwindle in your spirit denoted by your silence.

“Sit with me, beloved. I won't let this talk be one that is heavy and fickle between us.”

He turned his mask with a gesture towards the bed and you sat beside him, admiring the sheen of moonlight that caught the silver so beautifully.

He took your hand, petting and stroking your knuckles as they curved around his palm and he said, explaining his motives from the first time he'd seen you,

“When we met, I removed your bridal veil because I was prepared for celibacy between us. My face…is ghastly, Princess. Everything you've heard - whether you believe it to be exaggerated or purely vulgar to spite me...it is true. I can not ask you…to bed me as a bride beds her husband on their wedding night. I want to make you comfortable and secure here in Jerusalem…but more so with me.”

He kissed your soft knuckle by placing it to the mouth of his mask, and you felt flattered by his intentions. Even if your want for him felt to be already so strong. After kissing him so passionately, you knew the night he would finally indulge would drive you to shambles. His aura was too great, and he was too kind for you to feel any other way.

But it was more than the pleasure…you wanted to help him feel like a man. Even if you could only grant the favor by giving him your body in the night for him to savor and enjoy. You could learn how to be his wife in the daytime. Posing and practicing as an up and coming Queen. But being his wife…in the night felt to be more enticing.

“Speak-” He said in the soft yet commanding tone that always stopped you from thinking too loudly.

You took a breath and told him still clutching his gloved hand,

“I want you to be comfortable with me as well, my lord. Though, I…cannot ask you to hide yourself from me. Even if..I do not like what I see. How can I be a good wife if I ask you to….be something you are not? I want to see your face. But I want you… to want me to see?”

He noticed the inflection of your words, almost as if you were asking to be believed, and his heart felt warm, melting like snow in the break of spring at the sounds of your sincerity. Your hand was squeezed tighter in the silence that you were becoming more accustomed to, and he looked to you now, seeming to have his reply waiting behind his lips.

“In time, angel. But you must swear to me now that you will remain unafraid on the night that I become revealed to you. Swear it on your faith. For me.”

You swore to him that neither your affection nor your feelings would be at risk once his mask was removed for the first time. He made you seal your promise with another kiss that you placed to the side of his silver mask sweetly in the dark. He watched you return down to face him again and then mentioned how late it was getting for a young girl to be awake.

Whether you were married to the king or not.

He stood, holding out his hand to guide you to your feet where he then placed your afghan blanket back around your shoulders.

You felt cherished, even if you didn't get exactly what you wanted by coming here. You decided that even if the bed was undisturbed upon your leaving, his intimacy in touch and your shared kiss was enough.

“Have Sir Isaac walk you to your chambers. The castle is kept dark after sundown.”

“Yes, my lord-” You answered but heard as he continued intently with more to tell you,

“But understand this-”

Suddenly, he took your arm where, for the first time, you watched a blaze in his eyes become a deep, catching smolder when he turned his gaze to you. You were silenced in words and spirit when he spoke to you in the sultry mutters beneath his mask,

“This will be the last time you'll be alone with a man other than me. I don't intend to own you like a possession, but I do intend to treasure you like a prize. God has given you to me, and I'll be cursed and bloody before another looks upon you in want. I've removed the veil from your face, but I remain unprepared for any man to see you…until I've made you mine.”

You felt that you shouldn't even breathe out of accord when he made his first demand as your wedded husband but you felt no fear. It was pride.

You fought a smile knowing that your royal husband was at the ready to challenge any man who merely gandered at you. Your face turned a flushed, telling red in color and you agreed softly with your eyes turning up,

“Yes, My King. I understand.”

He gestured his head for you to take your leave and watched Sir Isaac from beyond the sheer curtain take lead to escort you back to your bed.

He wasn't sure how long it would be until he felt comfortable enough with you…and himself to take off the mask. Let alone bring himself to consummate your marriage, but he was known for patience. Until then, he let his mind unwind the many thoughts that were now wound tight of how he could prepare you.

It wouldn't be easy for him to allow his face outside of the dark of his silver disguise. But he was eager now. Especially with the thought of his virgin bride being made his own without it. 》

[itzyjinnie]

(NSFW) How I Think Each Itzy Member Would Be While Eating You Out

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Yeji

With Yeji I think it would depend on her mood, like one day she would be extremely intimate and sensual, taking her time making sure you felt good and then other times she'd be extremely rushed and intense not really caring about how harsh she was being while sucking and biting on your clit (and she loved to bite), just letting her desires take over her body until she was satisfied that you had suffered enough.

Lia

Lia rarely reciprocated eating you out but on the special occasions when she did she was extremely gentle, almost shy with her actions, scared of hurting you or doing something wrong , Lots of kitten licks as she would look up to check on you and ask you how she was doing, partially wanting your praise and approval but mainly wanting you to feel as good as you regularly made her feel

Ryujin

Ryujin absolutely loved teasing you, whether it was gliding her hands up and down the sides of your thighs as she kissed and bit the insides or making you think she was finally about to to start only to place a breathy kiss just above your clit making you whimper her name in frustration as she smirked back at you then licking a stripe up your folds getting a little taste before she devoured you for hours

Chaeryeong

Like Lia, Chaeryeong always started off rather shy but once she'd gotten that first taste it was like she'd been unleashed and was suddenly ravenous for more of you, clawing at the backs of your thighs trying to pull you in even closer, sloppily making out with your sensitive bundle of nerves until you came in her mouth, then moments later she was back to normal, shyly blushing as you kissed your own wetness off of her lips

Yuna

Yuna was needy and desperate , she'd let you know exactly what she wanted you to do and when she wanted it, not caring who was around to hear her demands, you were always sneaking off to somewhere slightly more private (or not so private since you regularly got caught in compromising positions by her members) so you could sit on her face, grinding your pussy on her nose and mouth as she encouraged you to moan her name, wanting everyone to know that you were hers

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[charlieluver]

Eyes on the Mirror

(c.alcaraz × fem!reader) Word count: 800+ Warnings: smut

Carlos bought a full length mirror, which you loved. Perfect for fit checks and cute pictures with him. It faced the bed, which was a bit odd for you in the beginning, but Carlos had other plans. Both of you, sitting on the bed, on your knees. His fingers, feather like touch tracing your leg. You could see his abs, behind your own body, the well defined muscles of his leg flexing. "Carlos please" a soft sigh escaping your lips. "¿Qué? {what?} " "Touch me" "¿Dónde, amor? {Where, love?} " "Quit playing, Carlos please" your hands gripping his neck. He chuckles, "Tan necesitada {so needy}" Hair sticking onto your forehead, beads of sweat all over you body. You bare back flushed onto his hard chest, his hand spreading your thighs. "How pretty you look for me." Carlos spoke into your ear, forcing your eyes open to look into the mirror. His hand going downwards, between your thighs. And fuck, he was right.

His muscular arm, shining with sweat, toying with your clit. His fingers, glistening with your arousal. His face, anchored in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting as his eyes, wide open, looking at your face. His other hand, forcing to keep your legs open, fingers digging. The pain, adding to your pleasure.

You feel his fingers enter, a moan leaving your lips. Soft kisses lining around your neck as he thrusts them, your head dipping back to his shoulders. "Joder, tan apretado, tan mojado para mí {Fuck, so tight, so wet for me} ."

You gasp, his fingers curling, hitting the spot that makes your legs weak. You feel your walls clamping around him. Blood pounding into yor ear as your throat goes dry. You feel Carlos smirk against your skin as he notices your hips bucking , longing for friction. "Joder, look at you, so fucked out. I bet you can't even speak right now." he whispers, lip sucking behind your ear. A whine is all that you can muster up, back arching as he speeds up his fingers. His thumb brushes over your clit, making your body jerk. "Fuck Carlos, there" you gasp, breathing heavily. His hand leave your thighs, caressing your waist as he moves upwards, his fingers finding your breast, flicking your nipple. A stifled moan escapes your lips, which dies on his lips as he tilts his head, capturing yours. Your senses are heightened, feeling too much, feeling so good. "Tell me how good it feels" his rapsy voice sends shiver down your spine. You are overwhelmed to use your words. You feel him slow down, "Carlos que --" "Usa tus palabras o me detendré {Use your words, or I'll stop}. " His thumb drawing figure 8s on your clit. "Que bueno Carlos {So good Carlos}. S'too much" You feel the familiar tension forming in your stomach as he inserts another finger in. The squelching noise fills the room, the air thick with the smell of arousal. You bite into the back of your hand, on the verge of your orgasm. "m'close" "Carino, look into the mirror" You shake your head, too embarrassed to even look, feels like a sin to look at your state. A sharp slap on your pussy makes you jump, eyes flying open. Carlos holds your jaw firmly, turning it towards the mirror. "I want you to look at me when you cum" His eyes in the reflection appears dark, never leaving your face, his hand sliding down to your neck, choking you slightly. "Míranos {Watch us} "

You feel your mind blanking out, lips parting as you moan his name, voice hoarse.His grunt makes you reach your high faster. You feel your thighs shaking as they close around his palm, eyes never leaving his. "Tan dulce, justo como me gusta {So sweet, just how I like it} ", fingers in his mouth as he sucks off your juices , your face heating up looking at him. His arms all over you, his touch burning, sure to leave marks tomorrow. " Amo tu espalda {I love your back} " A kiss on your spine. " tus caderas {your hips} " His fingers touching your curve, massaging it slowly, nails grazing. A kiss. " tus muslos {your thighs}" his hands, gently bringing them together, his shaky breath fanning behind your neck. " tus hombros {your shoulders} " a soft peck. "tus pechos {your breasts}" his lage, veiny hands, kneading your breasts, before resting on your waist, embracing you. " tu corazón {your heart}" his eyes, so sincere, lovestruck by how ethereal you are. How precious you are to him. "Te amo {I love you} " he says, a little louder, voice laced with meaning, his lips kissing your temple.

He cradles you, his body's warmth seeping into your bones. "Yo también te amo Charlie {I love you too Charlie}"

no cuz the bike video got my mind buzzing I used google translate so pardon me if they are a little off 😭

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[leeknot]

Synopsis : Thrown into the twisted world of the Squid Game, you must fight to survive not just for yourself but for the life growing inside you. Vulnerable yet determined, you quickly become a target in the deadly competition—until Jake , a stoic yet dangerously obsessive player, takes an unsettling interest in you.

What begins as a protective alliance quickly turns into something darker, as Jake’s possessiveness knows no bounds. He eliminates anyone he perceives as a threat to you or your unborn child, his twisted devotion making him both your savior and captor.

As the games progress, you find yourself torn between fear and a strange sense of safety in his obsessive embrace. But in a world where survival demands sacrifice, can you escape his suffocating love, or will you find yourself bound to the man willing to destroy the world to keep you by his side?

Pairing : yandere!Jake × pregnant!reader

Genre : dark romance, thriller, drama

Warnings : yandere behavior, violence, possessiveness, psychological manipulation, pregnancy

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[eliz0z]

A Soft Eternity

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The halls of Volterra were eerily silent at this hour, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the ancient stone. You weren’t sure why you wandered through them so late, your feet leading you without thought, but somehow, you knew you would find him.

Or maybe… he would find you first.

"You should be in bed," came a smooth, familiar voice from behind you.

You turned, already knowing what you would see—Demetri standing just a few steps away, his crimson eyes glinting softly in the dim light. He looked effortless, composed as always, but there was something different in the way he was watching you now. Something… fond.

"You always say that," you teased, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Because you never listen," he countered, stepping closer.

The air felt different when he was near—thicker, charged with something you could never quite define. He was so still, his movements controlled with precision, but when his fingers reached out to graze your wrist, the touch was impossibly soft.

"You shouldn't be wandering alone at night," he murmured. "Especially not here."

You tilted your head up at him, smiling. "But I knew you’d find me."

His lips quirked at that, barely a ghost of a smile, but it was there. Demetri was never one for unnecessary words, yet his actions spoke in volumes. The way he stepped forward, closing the last bit of space between you. The way his fingers trailed up your arm, slow and deliberate. The way his touch, despite his inhuman coldness, felt warm.

"You’re insufferable," he sighed, but there was no bite to his words—only something that sounded suspiciously like amusement.

You laughed softly. "And yet, you’re still here."

His gaze flickered down to you, something unreadable swimming in the crimson depths of his eyes. Then, in a rare moment of abandon, he lifted a hand to your cheek, his touch featherlight.

"Yes," he murmured. "I suppose I am."

For once, the silence of Volterra didn’t feel so cold. Not when Demetri stood by your side, his presence wrapping around you like something eternal. Something unwavering. Something soft.

[playdat]

the Salesman × Blind wife

꣑୧ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He was busy at work when his phone buzzed—her name glowing on the screen.

There is no part 2 ★ __________________________________________________________________________________

The air was thick with tension. He had been working, as usual—calm, controlled, with nothing seeming out of place. But something gnawed at the back of his mind, a primal instinct that told him something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t paranoia; it was simply the awareness he had cultivated over years of being in dangerous situations. And now, it had turned into a cold certainty.

He could feel their presence before he even saw them. They had been following him for a while—two men, keeping their distance, blending in with the crowds but never truly leaving his side. They weren’t doing anything overtly suspicious, but the fact that they were walking in step behind him for blocks wasn’t coincidental. They were following him.

He didn’t break his stride. He knew better than to confront them too soon. He continued walking, letting them think he hadn't noticed, His eyes narrowed as he turned a corner, carefully making sure they stayed in his peripheral vision. He could tell they were amateurs, trying to make him feel nervous or suspicious, but they didn’t know who they were dealing with.

He led them on for several blocks, purposefully allowing them to follow, until he reached a dimly lit alleyway, tucked away from prying eyes. A perfect place for what he had in mind.

The first man made a move—reaching into his coat, likely going for a weapon. But he was too slow. The Salesman grabbed his wrist in a blur of motion, twisting it until the sound of bone cracking echoed in the quiet alley. The man’s breath hitched in shock, but before he could scream, the Salesman shoved him hard against the brick wall.

The second man, now aware of the danger, rushed forward in a panic, but his efforts were futile. The Salesman was faster, more efficient. A quick strike to his gut left him gasping for air, unable to move as the first man crumpled to the ground.

He dragged them to one of his many houses, one that was used for moments like this—places where business could be handled without any interruptions. He tied them to chairs in the dimly lit room, their heads still spinning from the beating. They were too disoriented to speak, too frightened to resist.

He stood before them, his face cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Let's play a game," he said in a calm, almost bored voice, pulling a gun from his belt.

"Only one of you can win."

He loaded the gun slowly, savoring the tension in the air. The men stared at him in horror.

"The name of the game is: rock, paper, scissors. I believe both of you know the rules," he continued, his voice smooth and steady.

He inserted a single bullet into the chamber, spun the barrel with a practiced flick of his wrist, then held the gun up to his head. His finger hovered over the trigger, his expression unreadable. "Let's see what happens next," he murmured.

The first pull of the trigger echoed through the room—but nothing. No shot.

He let out a whistle, lowering the gun as he smiled at them. "See? Easy."

The men sat frozen, terrified. It wasn’t relief they felt—no, it was only fear. They knew what would happen if they lost.

They could sense that their lives were no longer in their own hands.

"Now let’s play," the salesman said again, his voice turning cold as he placed the gun in the center of their sickening game.

"Rock. Paper. Scissors."

The game began. Each man took their turn. The tension thickened. Each time, the salesman put the gun to the loser’s head, pulled the trigger... and again, nothing.

"Lucky, aren’t we?" he said with a smirk.

"Let’s continue."

Another round. More anticipation. The men were a mess, their eyes wide with fear, barely able to breathe as the salesman continued his twisted game.

"again."

The man on the left lost. The fear in his eyes was evident, his chest rising and falling rapidly as panic set in. The Salesman raised the gun once more, his expression still unreadable, and placed it gently on the man’s temple.

“Please,” the man begged, his voice a quiver of desperation, but the Salesman didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed the trigger again.

Click.

Nothing.

The man was shaking now, his hands bound to the chair, his whole body trembling. The Salesman stepped back, his smile growing, savoring the fear that radiated off the man.

“Lucky, aren’t we?” the Salesman said, a twisted amusement in his voice. “Let’s continue.”

Another round. Rock, paper, scissors.

Gun to the head. Pressing the trigger.

Click.

Still nothing. The tension was mounting now, palpable in the air. The game had become more than just a game. It had become a test, a cruel reminder of how easily their lives could be snuffed out.

“This is getting boring,” the Salesman said after a moment. He took a deep breath, almost sighing, before adding, “Let’s add more, shall we?”

He slid three bullets into the revolver, taking his time, savoring the moment. The men were sweating now, unable to break free of their restraints, their bodies still trembling from the terror they had endured so far.

Rock, paper, scissors.

He raised the gun again, this time pointing it directly at the man’s head, the pressure of the trigger heavy under his finger. He was about to pull it when—

His phone rang.

For a split second, time seemed to freeze.

The sound of the ringing phone filled the silence, cutting through the tension like a knife. The Salesman’s eyes flicked to the screen, and for a brief moment, his expression softened. The number on the display was unmistakable.

It was his wife.

His heart dropped. The two men in front of him suddenly seemed insignificant. They could wait.

He glanced back at the two men, his gaze dark and threatening, warning them without words not to make a sound. The men, still bound and vulnerable, froze in terror.

he answered the phone. "Yes, my dear?" His voice, though he tried to control it, had softened when he spoke to her.

The voice on the other end was weak, strained. “Hey, dear... so this morning, I kind of fell out and hurt my knee. It’s nothing serious, but it’s starting to hurt, and... I was just wondering when you’ll be coming home?”

The Salesman’s heart skipped a beat. His world shifted for a moment, the coldness of the room fading into something else entirely. His thoughts were no longer on the men before him but on her—the one person who still had the power to make him feel human.

His chest tightened. He felt the coldness of the room press against him. He immediately switched gears, his protective instincts flaring. How? When? Where did it happen? he asked urgently, his eyes never leaving the two men in front of him.

"I’ll be back soon, my dear. Don’t move too much, okay?"

He spoke softly into the phone, trying not to let his rising panic show. The men before him were still tied up, sweating, watching him closely as he silently threatened them with just his gaze.

"Alright, and I’m sorry for calling you while you’re working..."

His heart skipped. He could hear the guilt in her voice, and it made him want to rush home even faster. He had to fight the rising concern flooding his chest.

"Oh, darling, don’t say that. You can call me anytime, you know that. I’m always here for you." He paused, his voice more tender now, his words laced with affection. "I love you."

And just like that, everything else faded away. His heart ached, his thoughts consumed with her safety.

After a moment, he ended the call, throwing the phone onto the table with a soft clatter.

“Looks like we have to finish this quickly,” he said, his voice ice-cold once more.

“I have no interest in wasting my time here.”

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@dyingswanpavlova @preppyfella @mskiabbs @muchwita

[lonely-hearts-assemble]

𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧! ︶ ⏝

From @visionboardayayay 's prompt list! Thank yeww for the ideaaa <3

Jake's mom's favourite girl (friends daughter) x once upon a time the unfilial son decides to visit his mom

Childhood friend! Reader who left for abroad and has come back. Silly!! Mainly some playful banter

Masterlist!

Jake recognised you within few minutes

Thanks to his good memory that he was familiar with the shape of your eyes, the curve of your nose and that trademark upturn of your lips

To be fair, the face of the person his mom adored so much was ingrained in his mind even if, at first, it was out of envy back when he was still a kid

When was the last time he saw his mother smile so genuinely and talk like there's no tomorrow? Well she definitely hasn't ever since she was stuck with a person called his father, as far as he knows.

" Ahh who is this? " Minseon said, suddenly eyeing behind you, " Is my prodigal son back already? "

You turn and there he was, the little menace you once knew

" ...Can we talk? " He asked Minseon after you two locked eyes for a split second and belatedly realised that his heart had skipped an unknown beat then

She stared at her son uninterested. You decided to give them some space

As you said your goodbyes and gave him a small smile as you passed him, he didn't fail to note how much more beautiful you had gotten

Talk with his mom was so so. She didn't hide the hint of displeasure at being interrupted, but atleast he got the information he wanted.

He reflected on the his mom's words as he walked out through the porch.

“Hey”

As much as guarded he was, he couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat again when you popped in front him like that.

“Hey” He replied grinning boyishly. Can't deny he was teeny bit glad, “been a while”

"It has. How have you been? " you join his strides with arms crossed behind and pull a face, “ Big deal's No 1 ”

His reaction was greatly amusing to you. The way his head whipped towards you and a widen in his eyes that was barely visible which relaxed soon enough.

He snorts and looks ahead, “ Is that what you two were talking about so eagerly? ”

” I mean, what would one have to say about their prodigal son? ” You match his lopsided grin.

He creased his face pretending to be offended “ Do I wanna know?”

You lick your lips, “ Don't really wanna hurt you now after having met again in such a long while, do we? ” you turn to look into his eyes and Jake caught the glint of mischief as you continued, “ Especially when there are plenty of chances when you'll get hurt in the future ”

" I feel hurt already " there was such a charm to your voice that made him wanna hear you speak more even if it was you cursing.

You two make your way to the pavement when something clicks

" Wait, does that mean you're staying? "

" Yes " You confirm, shifting your gaze to the trees decorating the sidewalk

Silence ensues, surprisingly not really an awkward one, where you two weigh your thoughts

You're the one to break it, “You look different ”

He raises a curious brow, gaze trained on the path ahead

“ I expected a brat who would throw tantrums anywhere until he got his favourite cookies ” you say noticing how he grew a sheepish smile, redening the tip of his ears

You continue, “Or that menace who loved to give everyone a cardiac arrest by pulling reckless stunts on his cycle” you laugh, “ Especially your uncle, you gave him hell, having him wrapped around you pinky”

“ C'mon you weren't any less ” he eyed you accusingly and smirked, " I vividly recall the fuss mom would create everytime you wandered off somewhere unknown in your own little world ”

" And you would come look for me alone like some hero- ” you shoot back

“ Because I was worried- ” he tried to defend

” -then get lost yourself ”

“ It's the thought that counts- ”

“ Well, atleast you're not a brat anymore- ”

Jake exhales

“ -even if you are still a menace”

Yea, what was he expecting

“ But hey! Now you're a menace to the society instead of just your family ” you beam at him, “ That's growth! ”

Is this what you meant when you said there were plenty of chances to hurt him ? But damn, why is he enjoying it somehow?

“ Oh please spare this poor soul my lady, there's only so much one can take” he says funnily, joining his palms infront of you

It was the intersection by now, where you two will need to part

“ Hmm should I? ” you pretend to think, creasing your brows and shutting your eyes in supposed contemplation, “ Okay sure ”

His face twisted in comical relief, continuing with silly ascent, “ Oh thank you my fair and kind- ”

“ For now atleast ”

" Nevermind, I take it back ”

“ Well you better be prepared the next time we meet, boss ” you narrow your eyes in that familiar impish way he had carried in some hidden part of his brain

“ You bet I will ” he replied, his shit-eating grin plays on his lips

Smirking, you walk backwards on your path then turn the other way, giving him a final wave from a distance that he reciprocates

He watched until your figure completely disappeared that he didn't notice Jerry come behind.

“ Boss...” _________________________________________

[izumkay]

Hello, can I ask the aesthetics of the Fairy reader ?

Ofcourse :>💗

Fairy Reader aesthetics based on this fic!♡