#Original Character x Gender Neutral Reader

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Until Death Do Us Part (And Not Even Then) - Lois Lane x Kryptonian!Reader

summary: When Doomsday comes to Metropolis, Lois faces the unthinkable—watching the person she loves die in her arms. But death has never stopped Lois Lane from getting what she wants, and she'll be damned if it's going to stop her from saving Y/N Kent.

warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, temporary character death, medical trauma, Angst with Happy Ending, Near Death Experience.

notes: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Gender Neutral reader, We're literally Superman, Mr. Terrific comes in clutch yet again.

Thank you anon for an amazing request! I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy it too. If you guys have any requests shoot me a dm. Happy reading!

word count - 5.6k

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The first thing Lois noticed wasn't the screaming.

It wasn't the way Metropolis General Hospital's emergency broadcast cut through her Tuesday morning coffee, or how Jimmy's face went white as he turned up the newsroom's television. It wasn't even the way Perry's voice cracked when he shouted for every available reporter to get downtown immediately.

No, the first thing Lois noticed was the sudden absence of warmth against her back where Y/N had been reading over her shoulder just moments before.

She turned to find empty space and an open window, Y/N's coffee mug still steaming on her desk next to their abandoned crossword puzzle. Seven across: What lovers promise each other. Y/N had written forever in their careful handwriting.

"Lois!" Perry's voice cut through her paralysis. "Lane! Get down there now!"

But she was already moving, grabbing her press badge and recorder, muscle memory carrying her toward the stairwell while her mind tried to process what the reporter on TV was saying: "...creature of unknown origin... downtown destruction... Superman engaged..."

The elevator couldn't move fast enough. By the time Lois reached street level, she could hear it-the sound of a city under siege. Concrete cracking like thunder. Car alarms wailing like funeral dirges. And underneath it all, a roar that seemed to come from the earth itself.

She commandeered the first taxi she saw, throwing a hundred dollar bill at the driver and demanding he get as close to the destruction as possible. The man took one look at her press badge and her expression and hit the gas.

"Lady, you sure about this?" he asked as they rounded a corner and saw the devastation ahead. "That thing's been throwing cars around like footballs."

That thing. Lois got her first real look at Doomsday through the taxi's windshield and felt something cold settle in her stomach. It was massive, eight feet of gray skin and bone spikes, moving with a violence that seemed almost joyful. She'd seen Y/N face down Brainiac, Lex Luthor, even Darkseid, but this was different. This creature didn't want to conquer or control.

It just wanted to destroy.

And somewhere in that chaos of rubble and screaming civilians, Y/N was fighting it alone.

"Stop here," Lois said, already reaching for the door handle.

"Ma'am, I really don't think—"

"Stop the car."

She was out before he'd fully braked, running toward the sound of battle in heels that weren't designed for sprinting over debris. Behind her, she could hear the taxi's tires screech as the driver fled in the opposite direction.

Smart man.

The scene that greeted her when she rounded the corner onto Fifth Avenue would haunt her for the rest of her life. Half the street had been reduced to rubble, storefronts collapsed, a city bus folded in half like origami. And in the center of it all, two figures locked in combat that looked less like a fight and more like a natural disaster.

Y/N moved with all the grace and power Lois had come to associate with Superman, but she could see the strain in their movements. They'd been fighting for twenty minutes—an eternity in superhero time-and Doomsday showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, the creature seemed to be getting stronger, adapting to Y/N's attacks with each exchange.

Lois pulled out her phone and dialed Michael Holt's number. Mr. Terrific answered on the first ring, his voice tight with concern.

"Lois? Please tell me you're not where I think you are."

"I need your ship," she said without preamble, ducking behind an overturned car as a chunk of concrete sailed over her head. "The invisible one. How fast can you get it here?"

"Why would you...? Lois, no. Whatever you're thinking, no."

"Michael." Her voice was sharp enough to cut glass. "How fast?"

A pause. In the background, she could hear him already moving, could practically see him running calculations in his head. "Eight minutes if I break several FAA regulations. Lois, what are you planning?"

"Something stupid," she admitted, watching Y/N take a hit that sent them crashing through a storefront window. They emerged seconds later, blood on their lip, uniform torn. "But maybe stupid enough to work."

"The Fortress?"

Trust Michael Holt to figure it out immediately. "The Fortress," she confirmed.

"Lois, even if we could get Superman there, the healing matrix might not—"

"It will work." She said it with the kind of absolute certainty that had gotten her through every impossible story, every closed door, every source who'd sworn they'd never talk. "It has to work."

"Six minutes," Michael said, and she could hear the whine of T-Sphere engines spinning up in the background. "Try not to die before I get there."

The line went dead. Lois pocketed her phone and moved closer to the fight, staying low, using the scattered debris as cover. She needed to be ready. Whatever happened next, she needed to be close enough to—

The sound Y/N made when Doomsday's fist connected with their chest wasn't quite human. It was the sound of breaking, of something vital giving way. They hit the side of a building hard enough to leave a crater in the brick, then slumped to the ground and didn't immediately get up.

Lois was moving before she'd consciously decided to, her body acting on pure instinct. She scrambled over chunks of concrete and twisted metal, ignoring the cuts on her hands, the runs in her stockings, the way her heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of her chest.

"Y/N!" She reached them just as they were struggling to their feet, blood trickling from the corner of their mouth. Up close, she could see how much the fight had cost them. Their hands were shaking—barely noticeable unless you knew what to look for, but Lois knew every tell, every micro-expression, every sign that Y/N was in trouble.

"Lois?" Y/N's voice was thick with surprise and something that might have been fear. "What are you..? You need to get out of here. Now."

"Not without you."

"This thing, it's not like anything I've fought before. It's learning, adapting. Every time I hit it, it comes back stronger." Y/N wiped blood from their lip with the back of their hand. "It's going to kill me, and I can't—I won't let you watch that happen."

The casual way they said it—it's going to kill me—like they were discussing the weather, broke something inside Lois's chest. But before she could respond, Doomsday's roar echoed off the surrounding buildings, and they both turned to see the creature pulling itself out of the rubble where Y/N had left it.

"Go," Y/N said urgently, their hands on Lois's shoulders. "Please. I need to know you're safe."

Lois looked into the eyes she loved so much-eyes that had seen the birth of stars and the heat death of galaxies, but still got soft when they looked at her-and made a choice.

"I love you," she said, rising up on her toes to kiss them, quick and fierce and desperate. "And I am not losing you today."

Before Y/N could respond, she was running again, not away from the fight but parallel to it, positioning herself where she could see everything. Her phone showed three minutes until Michael arrived. Three minutes to watch the person she loved face down certain death.

Three minutes too long.

The next few minutes played out like a fever dream. Y/N threw everything they had at Doomsday-heat vision that should have cut through steel, punches that should have shattered mountains, speed that should have made them untouchable. But the creature adapted to each attack, grew stronger, more vicious.

And Y/N grew slower.

Lois watched her partner, her love, her future, her forever-get beaten down by degrees. A punch that sent them skidding across asphalt. A backhand that cracked their ribs audibly. A grab that lifted them off their feet and hurled them into the ground hard enough to crater the street.

Each impact felt like a physical blow to Lois's own body. She found herself gasping in sympathy, her hands clenched into fists so tight her nails drew blood from her palms. This was torture-watching and being unable to help, knowing that her presence here was probably making things worse by giving Y/N something to worry about.

But she couldn't leave. Even if it meant watching Y/N die, she couldn't leave them to face this alone.

The end, when it came, was almost anticlimactic.

Doomsday caught Y/N in a bear hug, those massive arms wrapping around their torso like a vise. Lois could see Y/N struggling, could see the way their face contorted in pain as the creature squeezed. Then Doomsday's bone spikes began to extend, and Lois realized with crystalline clarity what was about to happen.

"NO!" The scream tore from her throat before she could stop it.

Y/N's head snapped toward her, and for one perfect, terrible moment, their eyes met across the chaos. Y/N smiled—actually smiled, as if seeing her face was worth dying for-and then did something that would replay in Lois's nightmares for years to come.

They grabbed Doomsday's spikes with both hands and pulled them deeper into their own chest.

The creature roared in surprise and pain as Y/N's heat vision, activated at point-blank range, finally found its mark. Superheated energy tore through Doomsday from the inside out, and both combatants collapsed in a tangle of limbs and smoke.

Neither of them moved.

Lois was running before her mind caught up with her legs, screaming Y/N's name, no longer caring about her own safety. She reached them at the same time the T-Sphere materialized overhead, Michael Holt's ship shimmering into visibility like a mirage resolving into reality.

Y/N lay on their back in a pool of blood that was spreading too fast, their uniform torn open to reveal the puncture wounds in their chest. Their breathing was shallow, labored, each exhale accompanied by a wet sound that meant internal bleeding.

"Hey," Lois whispered, dropping to her knees beside them and cradling their head in her lap. "Hey, look at me."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, unfocused but aware. "Lo? Are you...Are you hurt?"

Even dying, they were worried about her. Lois felt tears she hadn't realized she was crying drip onto Y/N's face. "I'm fine. You're going to be fine too, okay? We're going to get you help."

"Doomsday?"

Lois glanced over at the creature's motionless form. "Dead. You killed it. You saved everyone."

Y/N tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. "Good. That's...that's good." Their hand found hers, fingers cold and weak. "Lois, I need you to know-"

"Don't." She squeezed their hand tighter. "Don't you dare say goodbye to me."

"I love you," Y/N continued as if she hadn't spoken. "More than I've ever loved anything. You made me feel human, and that was...that was the best gift anyone ever gave me."

"Y/N, stop talking and save your strength." The ship was landing now, its loading ramp extending toward them. Michael Holt appeared at the top, medical kit in hand.

"Promise me something," Y/N whispered, their voice getting weaker. "Promise me you'll be happy. After. Promise me you'll find someone who-"

"No." Lois's voice was sharp with panic and fury. "No, I will not promise you that because you are not dying. Do you hear me? I am not letting you die."

Michael reached them, scanner already out and beeping urgently. "Vitals are crashing," he reported, all business. "Massive internal bleeding, possible cardiac trauma. We need to move now."

Together, they lifted Y/N onto a stretcher Michael had produced from somewhere. Y/N groaned, the sound weak and pained, but they were still conscious, still breathing.

"The Fortress?" Michael asked as they secured Y/N in the ship's medical bay.

"The Fortress," Lois confirmed, strapping herself into the seat next to Y/N's stretcher. "How long?"

"At maximum speed? Fifteen minutes."

Lois looked down at Y/N, whose eyes had drifted closed, their breathing becoming more labored by the second. Fifteen minutes suddenly felt like fifteen years.

"Make it ten," she said.

The flight to the Arctic was the longest ten minutes of Lois's life. She spent every second of it talking to Y/N, whether they could hear her or not, her voice a steady stream of memories and promises and desperate pleas.

"Remember our first real date?" she said, her hand stroking their hair. "You were so nervous you forgot you could fly and took the subway to pick me up. Forty-five minutes late because of track work on the R Line."

Y/N's lips twitched, almost like they were trying to smile.

"And you brought me those terrible gas station flowers because you'd read somewhere that women liked roses, but you didn't know there was a difference between actual roses and those sad wilted things from the corner store." Lois felt herself smile despite the tears. "I kept them until they fell apart because you'd picked them out yourself."

"Blood pressure dropping," Michael called from the pilot's seat. "Whatever you're doing, keep doing it."

So Lois kept talking. About their first fight—a stupid argument about aliens and metahumans. About the first time Y/N had stayed over, how they'd hovered three inches off the bed all night because they were afraid of crushing her in their sleep. About lazy Sunday mornings and terrible cooking experiments and the way Y/N always hummed off-key in the shower.

"I love that you can't carry a tune to save your life," she whispered, leaning down to press her forehead against theirs. "I love that you still get excited about dogs even though Krypto drives you absolutely nuts. I love that you read my articles even when they're about municipal water policy and pretend to be interested."

Y/N's eyes opened again, just for a moment, and their mouth moved soundlessly.

"What?" Lois leaned closer. "What are you trying to say?"

"...not...pretending..." Y/N managed, their voice barely a whisper. "Municipal...water policy...fascinating..."

Despite everything, Lois laughed. A sound somewhere between joy and hysteria. "You're such a nerd."

"Your...nerd..."

"Mine," she agreed fiercely. "My nerd. And you're not allowed to leave me, you understand? I just figured out how to love someone without completely losing my mind about it, and I'll be damned if you check out on me now."

The Fortress of Solitude rose from the Arctic ice like a crystal cathedral, beautiful and alien and completely wrong for Kansas farmers who should have grown up building hay forts instead of ice palaces. But as Michael's ship approached the structure, Lois had never been more grateful for Kryptonian technology in her life.

"The entrance should recognize Y/N's biometric signature," she told Michael as they prepared to land.

"What if it doesn't?"

Lois looked down at Y/N, whose breathing had become so shallow she had to watch carefully to see their chest rise and fall. "Then I'll find another way in. I always do."

The Fortress doors opened for them without hesitation, recognizing Y/N even in their current state. Michael guided the ship into the central chamber, where holographic displays and floating crystals created an environment that looked more like the inside of a star than any place humans were meant to be.

"Where's the healing matrix?" Michael asked, powering down the ship's engines.

"This way." Lois had only been here a handful of times-Y/N was protective of their Kryptonian heritage, careful about sharing too much too fast—but she remembered the route to the med bay. They'd taken a tour during one of their early visits, back when everything between them was still new and careful and full of possibility.

The healing matrix looked exactly like what it was-alien technology designed for a dead race, all crystal formations and energy fields that hummed with barely contained power. Lois had seen it work on minor injuries before, had watched it repair cuts and bruises with efficiency that made human medicine look like applying band-aids to severed arteries.

But this was different. This was massive trauma, the kind of damage that might be beyond even Kryptonian science.

"Help me get them onto the platform," she said, and together she and Michael lifted Y/N from the stretcher onto the crystal surface at the center of the matrix.

"Lois," Michael said gently, "you need to prepare yourself for the possibility that this might not—"

"It will work," she cut him off. "It has to work."

The matrix activated as soon as Y/N's body made contact with the crystal, energy fields springing to life around them like ethereal medical equipment. Holographic displays showed vital signs, cellular damage, the intricate network of injuries that Doomsday had inflicted.

And they were bad. Very bad.

"Cardiac rupture," Michael read from the displays, his voice clinical. "Massive hemorrhaging. Multiple organ failure. Lois..."

"How long?" she asked, ignoring the way her voice shook.

Michael studied the readouts, running calculations in his head. "If the matrix can stabilize the bleeding... maybe six hours for basic repairs. Another twelve for full cellular regeneration."

Eighteen hours. Eighteen hours of not knowing if the person she loved would live or die, eighteen hours of watching energy fields work on damage that should have been fatal, eighteen hours of the most helpless feeling she'd ever experienced.

"Okay," she said, sinking into a chair someone had placed near the matrix. "Okay. We wait."

Michael hesitated. "I should call the League, let them know—"

"No." The word came out sharper than she'd intended. "Not yet. Please. I just... I need some time. Just us."

Michael nodded, understanding more than she'd expected. "I'll monitor from the ship, give you some privacy. Call if anything changes."

And then she was alone with Y/N and the soft hum of alien technology, watching energy fields work to repair the person she loved more than her own life.

The first hour was the worst. Y/N's vital signs fluctuated wildly as the matrix worked to stabilize the immediate damage, and twice Lois was sure she was about to watch them die despite every effort to save them. She found herself talking again, a constant stream of words aimed at keeping them anchored to the world of the living.

"The first time I knew I loved you," she said during one particularly scary dip in their heart rate, "was three weeks after you told me who you really were. You'd had a bad day-some natural disaster you couldn't prevent, I think—and you came to my apartment still in the suit, just sat on my couch and cried."

The memory was crystalline in its clarity. Y/N had looked so small despite their size, so human despite everything that made them alien.

"I made you tea and you fell asleep with your head in my lap, and I realized that this person who could move mountains trusted me enough to be vulnerable with me. That's when I knew I was completely gone for you."

Y/N's heart rate stabilized.

By the third hour, the immediate crisis had passed, but the real work was just beginning. The matrix had stopped the bleeding and stabilized their organs, but now came the delicate process of cellular repair. Lois watched fields of energy weave through Y/N's body, fixing damage on a molecular level, rebuilding what Doomsday had destroyed.

"I'm scared," she admitted to the unconscious figure on the crystal platform. "I've never been this scared in my life, and that includes the time I was kidnapped by Intergang and the time I accidentally walked into that Kryptonite smuggling ring."

She stood up, pacing around the matrix, needing to move. "I don't know how to do this without you. I don't know how to be brave without knowing you're out there somewhere, keeping the world safe. I don't know how to write stories about hope if the thing that taught me what hope looks like is gone."

The matrix hummed in response, as if the Fortress itself was listening.

"I know that's selfish," she continued. "I know the world needs Superman more than Lois Lane needs her partner. But I can't help it. I'm selfish about you. I want you to come home to me every night and complain about your day and help me with the crossword puzzle and laugh at my terrible jokes."

She sat back down, reaching out to touch the energy field around Y/N's hand. It felt warm, almost alive.

"I want forever with you," she whispered. "I want to fight about whose turn it is to do laundry and whether we can afford the good coffee and what movie to watch on Friday nights. I want ordinary things, human things, with someone who's anything but ordinary or human."

Hours passed. The matrix worked with patient efficiency, repairing damage that should have taken weeks to heal. Lois dozed fitfully in her chair, waking every few minutes to check the displays, to make sure Y/N was still breathing, still fighting.

Sometime around hour fifteen, she woke to find Y/N's eyes open, staring at the crystalline ceiling above them.

"Hey," she said softly, afraid to move too quickly, afraid to hope too much.

Y/N turned their head toward her, and their smile was weak but real. "Hey yourself."

"How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a truck." Y/N's voice was hoarse, rough from hours of unconsciousness. "A very large, very angry truck with bone spikes."

"That's pretty accurate, actually." Lois felt tears threatening again, but these were different-relief instead of fear, joy instead of desperation. "The matrix says you need another few hours, but the worst is over."

Y/N tried to sit up, winced, and settled back onto the platform. "Doomsday?"

"Dead. You killed it. Saved the whole city."

"How many casualties?"

Trust Y/N to ask about everyone else before asking about their own condition. "Seventeen injured, mostly minor. No deaths except yours, and that didn't take."

Y/N looked confused. "Mine?"

"You died," Lois said simply. "For about three minutes, according to Michael's readings. Clinically dead. I've never been so angry at anyone in my life."

"I'm sorry," Y/N said, and they sounded like they meant it. "I didn't mean to—"

"Die protecting the people you love?" Lois reached through the energy field to touch their hand, relief flooding through her when their fingers squeezed back. "Yeah, that's exactly the kind of thing you'd do."

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, watching the matrix complete its work. Y/N's color was returning, the terrible pallor of blood loss fading as Kryptonian technology rebuilt them from the inside out.

"Lois," Y/N said eventually, "what you did today...getting me here, making this happen—"

"Don't." She shook her head. "Don't thank me for refusing to let you die. That's not heroic, that's just selfish. I need you too much to let you go."

"I need you too." Y/N's voice was soft, thoughtful. "When I was fighting Doomsday, when I realized I might not make it... the only thing I could think about was that I'd never see you again. Never get to tell you how much you mean to me."

"You told me," Lois reminded them. "Right before you decided to martyr yourself like an idiot."

"I told you I loved you. But I never told you..." Y/N paused, seeming to gather their thoughts. "I never told you that you saved me first."

Lois frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Before you, I was just going through the motions. Flying around, stopping disasters, being Superman because that's what I was supposed to do. But I wasn't really living. I was just... existing."

Y/N turned onto their side, facing her fully despite the discomfort it obviously caused. "You taught me what it meant to be human. Not the biology of it, but the emotional reality. You taught me that being vulnerable isn't weakness, that letting someone see all of you-the good parts and the broken parts—is the bravest thing you can do."

"Y/N..."

"I'm not finished." Their smile was soft, fond. "You taught me that saving the world means nothing if you don't have someone to come home to at the end of the day. You taught me that love isn't about being perfect for someone, it's about being yourself and trusting them to love that person."

Lois felt tears sliding down her cheeks again, but these were good tears, clean tears.

"So when I say you saved me," Y/N continued, "I don't mean from Doomsday. I mean from a life without meaning, without connection, without love. You saved me from being Superman and helped me become Y/N."

"I love Y/N," Lois said, leaning forward to press her forehead against the energy field. "I love Superman too, but Y/N is who I fell for. The person who gets excited about stupid things and worries about whether their tie matches their shoes and leaves coffee rings on my table."

"I'll try to be more careful with the coffee rings."

"Don't you dare. I like having proof that you were there."

The matrix chimed softly, and the energy fields began to fade. According to the displays, Y/N's cellular regeneration was complete, all major trauma repaired. They were, for all intents and purposes, as good as new.

"How do you feel?" Lois asked as Y/N sat up slowly, testing their range of motion.

"Like myself again." Y/N stood, stretching, and Lois could see the exact moment they realized they were whole. The relief in their expression was overwhelming. "Like I'm going to live to see tomorrow."

"Good," Lois said, standing as well. "Because I have plans for tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that."

"Oh?" Y/N moved closer, and despite everything they'd been through, their smile was pure mischief. "What kind of plans?"

"The kind that involve you being alive for them."

Y/N laughed-a sound Lois had thought she might never hear again—and pulled her into their arms. They were warm and solid and real, and when they kissed her, Lois could taste forever on their lips.

"I love you," Y/N murmured against her mouth. "Forever, remember?"

"Forever," Lois agreed, thinking of the crossword puzzle they'd left unfinished on her desk. Seven across: What lovers promise each other.

Forever seemed like a good place to start.

The flight back to Metropolis was different from the journey to the Fortress. Y/N sat beside her in the ship's passenger area, color returned to their cheeks, uniform repaired by helpful Kryptonian technology. They looked like themselves again, like the person who'd been reading over her shoulder that morning, who'd written "forever" in careful handwriting.

"What happens now?" Lois asked as the city skyline came into view.

"Now we go home," Y/N said simply. "We finish the crossword. We argue about what to have for dinner. We pretend this was just another Tuesday."

"Is that what you want? To pretend?"

Y/N considered this, their hand finding hers and squeezing gently. "I want to live like today taught me something important about how precious this is. But I also want to live like we have time to figure it out as we go."

"What did it teach you?"

"That I don't want to waste another second being afraid of how much I love you." Y/N's smile was soft, certain. "That life's too short to hold back, even when you're functionally immortal."

"Good," Lois said, settling against their side as Metropolis grew larger below them. "Because I'm done holding back too."

"What does that mean?"

Lois looked up at them, at this person who'd died for the world and lived for her, and made a decision that felt as natural as breathing.

"It means when people ask what we are to each other, I'm not going to say 'it's complicated' anymore."

"What are you going to say?"

"That you're the person I'm going to marry," she said, and watched Y/N's eyes go wide with surprise and delight. "If you'll have me."

"Lois Lane," Y/N said, their voice full of wonder, "are you proposing to me?"

"I'm Lois Lane," she replied with a grin. "I don't propose. I inform."

Y/N laughed, the sound bright and joyful and alive, and kissed her as Metropolis spread out below them-a city full of people who would sleep safely tonight because Superman had kept his promise to protect them, and because Lois Lane had refused to let love die without a fight.

"Yes," Y/N said against her lips. "To all of it. To forever. To you."

"Good," Lois said, and settled in to enjoy the flight home.

After all, they had a crossword to finish.

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Three hours later, they were home.

The apartment felt different somehow-smaller, more precious. Y/N had changed out of the Superman suit into soft pajama pants and one of Lois's old Planet t-shirts that was too small for them but that they wore anyway because it smelled like her perfume. Lois had ordered Thai food and opened a bottle of wine, and now they were sprawled on the couch with cartons of pad thai cooling on the coffee table and some mindless sitcom playing in the background.

Y/N was stretched out with their head in Lois's lap, looking more relaxed than they had in weeks.

"This is nice," Y/N murmured, eyes drifting closed as Lois's fingers combed gently through their hair. "Quiet."

"Mmm." Lois traced the line of Y/N's jaw with her free hand, marveling at the fact that she could touch them, that they were here and whole and safe. "No explosions, no alien invasions, no disasters that need immediate Superman intervention."

"Don't jinx it," Y/N said with a sleepy smile. "The universe has a twisted sense of humor." On the TV, someone was getting into an argument about a wedding cake. Lois wasn't really watching-she was too busy studying Y/N's face, cataloging every detail like she was seeing them for the first time. The small scar above their left eyebrow from a childhood accident in Smallville. The way their eyelashes cast shadows on their cheeks. The tiny freckle just below their ear that she'd kissed a hundred times but somehow never stopped noticing.

"What are you thinking about?" Y/N asked without opening their eyes, because of course they could sense her staring.

"You," Lois said honestly. "How different you look when you're not carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders."

"I always carry it. That's the job."

"Not right now you don't." Her fingers found that sensitive spot behind Y/N's ear, and they practically purred. "Right now you're just mine."

Y/N's eyes opened at that, soft and warm and slightly unfocused. "Yours, huh?"

"Mine," Lois confirmed, leaning down to kiss their forehead. "My partner who almost died today and scared me half to death and is never, ever allowed to do that again."

"I can't promise I won't—"

"Shh." Lois pressed a finger to their lips. "Tonight you can. Tonight we're just two people on a couch, eating terrible takeout and watching bad television. Superman doesn't exist tonight."

Y/N caught her finger between their lips and kissed it, the gesture so tender it made Lois's chest ache.

"Just Y/N and Lois?"

"Just Y/N and Lois."

They settled back into comfortable silence, Y/N's breathing gradually evening out as they dozed against her. Lois let herself be soft in a way she rarely allowed-stroking Y/N's hair, tracing patterns on their shoulder, pressing little kisses to the top of their head whenever she felt like it.

"Lo?" Y/N's voice was thick with sleep.

"Yeah?"

"When I was dying... what you said about municipal water policy..."

Lois laughed softly. "You were literally bleeding out and that's what you focused on?"

"It was important." Y/N shifted slightly, nuzzling closer. "I need you to know I really do find your articles fascinating. Even the boring ones. Especially the boring ones."

"Why especially those?"

"Because they're yours. Because your brain works in ways that amaze me. Because you can make me care about sewer systems and city budgets and zoning laws just by explaining why they matter." Y/N's voice was getting softer, more distant. "I love watching you get excited about things other people think are mundane."

Lois felt something warm and liquid spread through her chest. This was why she'd fallen for them-not the cape or the powers or the world-saving, but moments like this. Y/N seeing beauty in her passion for the ordinary, for the unglamorous stories that actually shaped people's lives.

"I love you too," she whispered, but Y/N was already asleep, their breathing deep and even.

On the TV, the wedding cake argument had resolved and moved on to someone's relationship drama. Lois reached for the remote and turned the volume down, not wanting to wake Y/N but not quite ready to end this perfect, ordinary moment. Her phone buzzed with a text from Perry asking for a follow-up story on the Doomsday attack, but she ignored it. For once, the story could wait until tomorrow. Tonight was for this-for soft touches and quiet breathing and the simple miracle of Y/N alive and safe in her arms. She thought about the crossword puzzle still sitting unfinished on her desk at work.

Seven across: What lovers promise each other. Forever. But sitting here with Y/N's weight warm against her legs, their face peaceful in sleep, Lois realized forever wasn't something you promised. It was something you chose, again and again, in a thousand small moments like this one. She pressed another kiss to Y/N's hair and settled in for a long night of bad television and the best company she'd ever had.

After all, they had forever to figure out the rest.

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Thanks for reading! I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Once again, thank you for your overwhelming support!

Have a great day/night everyone.

Best,

Raikagez

[elielielephant]

♡ 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 ♡

Sfw and Nsfw

WARNING 18+ CONTENT AHEAD, MDNI

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Sfw

-Haha try going to the bathroom without him latching onto you like you were the last piece of food on earth.

-He is so clingy. I'm not even exaggerating, try to even skip class, he would be at your front door holding out a list of places where the both of you "hangout" (guys he's new to this loving stuff, he's too shy to even say the word 'date' to refer to your 'hangout' time with him).

-Got sick? Not to worry, your boyfriends there with all the things you need. You're cold? He's got a blanket and heating packs in hand.

-You feel dizzy? He already got the medicine next to your night stand with a glass of water and some snacks in case you're hungry. Your stomach's being a little shit? He's holding out the medicine and a piece of paper with words written on it, read as 'Free kisses and cuddles pass'.

-Most people would think that the 'quiet kid' are either psychos considering their lack of communication to them. But well your boyfriend's literally a cutie pie! He's also the smartest one in class! Why wouldn't the people try and date him? He's literally the perfect boyfriend!

-Our poor baby is insecure.

-When both of you are peacefully cuddling on the couch of his apartment, he would ask you this question "Babe... Are you happy being with me?"

-It always shatters your heart every time he's asking you this question. You would immediately cover his face with kisses while muttering out sweet nothings until he would understand that he's the best thing that happened in your life. When you were done, his face was redder than a tomato.

-As I've said before, he's very clingy so just imagine his possessiveness. So just imagine that someone tried to hit in you.

-They would be running off already to see the 'quiet kid' glaring at them just behind you while holding his pen that is held somewhat like a knife. And when you turn around to see why the person ran off, you just see your boyfriend acting like usual. Although he trusts you well enough, his instincts take over whenever he sees someone hitting on you, or atleast trying to get close to you.

-When you hangout at his apartment, he would immediately hide his plans after graduation. (Yk the usual buy a house, go to our dream University, find a part-time job, propose, and other kind of shit)

- If you would find that, he would not go out to see your face from all the embarassment crashed to him once you saw the list. (He would do that for about an hour before he misses you so much ad buy you some flowers and your favorite snacks).

-When the both of you eventually have sex, he would be the one giving aftercare to you, considering that you might not walk for the rest of the day but whatever. He would bathe you, feed you, tuck you in and cuddle with you all day long. Best boyfriend ever, ♾️/10 wouldn't even dare to cheat on him.

Nsfw

-When the both of you were finally at legal age, the both of you decided that it's time to do the deed, though having little to no experience with an an actual person. James would definitely look up some porn to see what kind of techniques that he should do and some of the positions.

-Meanwhile, you were a rather kinky person not gonna lie, subby tops are something that the world equally enjoys. While your boyfriend's busy figuring out what's the 69 position is and how to do it, you were out here smirking to yourself as you fantasize how he's gonna act when you suddenly pin him down. (Yes, I know how y'all readers are like)

-He would constantly bring a condom and some lube since you'll never know when's the time y'all would so it. Could be at your apartment, his apartment, the PUBLIC bathroom, the beach, the mall, etc. Your boyfriend definitely did some proper research.

-Well y'all both got horny at his place. Well he decided to watch a movie that his parents said "got them closer", The cover was pretty innocent, but then, most of the scenes were literally about the main characters having sex.

-Well his parents were right at one point, it did brought the both of you "closer", by which I mean closer as in you pinned him down while you were dry-humping his boner watching his teary eyed face as you grind the shit out of him.

-James thought he would be the more dominant one in the relationship, Boy was he wrong. Now he was ripped off his clothes, moaning and whimpering your name while you were on top of him, riding him like there was no tomorrow.

-"P-Please... [Name]Hah~ Baby..~ n-not so ah! F-fast!~" God, you felt like cumming then and there just by seeing his flushed and teary face. "B-Baby~ C-Close!~" He screamed as you kept on making his cock dig deeper inside of you "S-Same here B-Babe... F-Fuck!~ Cum Inside..~" The both of you came simultaneously, with James in the condom (Guys always wear a condom when you have sex! Regardless of the gender!) and you on him.

-Dont worry, Dominant James will come out of its shadows. Once he'd muster up the courage to ask you if he can be the one leaving you teary eyed and begging for more. (If he can)

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(Guys if the Nsfw part sucked I'm sorry 🙇 Writing Nsfw parts are usually not my thing. But subby tops are 😩🥴)

[simonz-angel]

enemies to lovers… n yearning simonnn 😣

his fingertips glide, slipping down over the soft of your waist. and his lips press, press down right above your belly button. it’s sweet, the way he tastes your silk skin, letting his lips caress and pucker.

“what do i have to do?” he breathes, looking up at you from the carcass his lashes cast around his sugary, honey brown eyes. his knees ache, tendons and bones stinging against the hardwood flooring, but it’s the last thing in his mind, his chest tightening in a yearning pain. “tell me, i’ll do anything.”

you smile down at him, pulling his head further back when you cup a hand beneath his jaw. n his fingers tighten, fisting at the material of your loose shirt, pulling it up further over your ribs. he wants to cry, scream and throw a fit. it’s all too much, so much hidden beneath the anger, the disgust, something that morphed into a deep longing of love.

“i just want you to apologize, simon, to me.” and you push his lips to the open column between your hips.

and his lips smear over your skin, spilling apologies in tight gasps, like his lungs tighten and restrict over emotion. it’s blubbering, fingers grabbing and pulling at your hips, kissing over your skin in a disgusting mess of words.

“i’m so sorry,” he finishes, “for everything.” and his teeth snag at the waistline of your jeans, nose bent against your lower belly, nails cutting their way into your back as he holds your shirt up. “you’re all i want, please.”

[strzxrin]

PRETTY OLD MAN

pairing. yandere!dilf x gn!reader

synopsis. you needed a job during your semester break. you didn’t think you’d have an affinity with kids, but it seems that the kid next door needed a new babysitter and you were free for an entire two month period.

content warnings. 18+, filthy fantasies, legal age-gap, yandere tendencies, reader is assumed to be 23, obessesive behaviours, masturbation, underwear stealing.

word count. 3.3k

your eyes closed for just a moment, relaxing on the comfort of your bed. having to finally rest after the endless assignments and back to back examinations; you were free.

you could sleep in as much as you want and you didn’t have to worry about attending lectures for the next two months. everything was going great, until your stomach grumbled.

“shush. m’too tired to move” you’d argue with your stomach, but alas, it had a mind of its own.

and you felt the hunger.

you opened your eyes, tired of your stomach throwing a fit and haphazardly got out of bed, heading towards the kitchen and fridge only to find that you didn’t have groceries to even cook anything.

“right…” it was depression meals. your last semester just had to be your worst since all you spent on were on instant noodles and prayed it was enough to power through the day.

but as you opened the drawer, your source of food — which was purely made of preservatives — is finished. you stress ate last night, it was your final exam and it was the subject you were most worried about too, so you can’t necessarily beat yourself up for this . . . nope. you were a little bit of an idiot on finishing up for stock.

“damn it” you grumbled to yourself, opening the fridge once more in hopes that your parents home cooked meals would appear right in front of your eyes, but alas it didn’t. only some eggs are left in the fridge.

“scrambled it is,” you resigned to your fate. maybe you could find some bread somewhere for carbs, but for now, eggs will do. to satiate the hunger at least.

once you finished up your truly pathetic meal, you knew you had to do groceries at least. so you made a list, and you checked your money, it should be enough, shouldn’t it?

at least that’s what you prayed for when you went to the grocer. “holy fucking shit. almost 10 bucks for eggs? what the hell is wrong with the inflation” you whined to yourself mostly. change of plans, you need to get limited ingredients and a job.

you went back to your apartment, the grocery bag in your hands as you had to double check on the receipt because it mentally pained you having to see the total price to feed a singular person for a month.

you looked up to see the elevator door is closing, which made you rush in hopes you’ll get there in time and you did. because a man held it open for you. “thank you,” you murmured softly, giving him a smile and then looking at the buttons, seeing that you both share the same floor unit.

“you’re so pretty!” you hear a little girl’s voice and you blinked, looking down to see a girl, maybe the age of four, staring up at you with big doe eyes.

“that’s so sweet of you, sweetheart. thank you! you’re very pretty as well” you tell her gently as she giggled happily and tugged onto her father’s pants; the man who held the elevator for you.

“papa! they called me pretty” she says as her father smiles gently and picks her up, carrying her in his arms. “tell them thank you, kia,” she turned her head and gave you a bright smile, saying thank you as you had to internally coo at how cute she is.

the elevator rings, telling the three of you that you arrived at your floor, and you all went out. you were about to say goodbye to the little girl since it would’ve meant you splitting up from the father-daughter pair, but turns out fate had different plans.

you were heading in the same direction as them. it was awkward because you didn’t want to seem like a stalker but coincidentally, you were their next door neighbour. you blinked at this information and smiled sheepishly.

“it seems like we’re neighbours” you murmured, but the girl only smiled excitedly “yay! we’re neighbours with a pretty person!” her father just sighs before looking at you.

now that you actually took a good look at him, he’s . . . so fucking hot? how the hell did the universe decided to make a grown man, a dad, this good looking? you could swear that if you ever saw a picture of him when he’s your age, it wouldn’t beat the visuals you see now.

“i’m ian miller, and you are?” you snapped out of your thoughts and blinked before giving him a lopsided smile. “( name )… nice to finally meet my neighbour” you felt a bit awkward. after all, you’ve been here for three years yet you’ve never seen them.

then again, you’d leave your apartment only for lectures and you’d come back at night. so you don’t really see anyone that often. “the same goes here. i hope to see you around again. it seems that kia certainly likes you,” he chuckled.

well fuck your ass, you never thought you could get shivers down your spine at the sound of someone’s laughter, at the sound of a man who is most likely twice your age with a daughter to boot. you let out a sheepish laugh and nodded “i see… w-well, i’ll. uhm, go in now”

did you just stutter? you were doomed. you went into your pocket and found your keys before taking one last glance at them and waved a small goodbye before entering your apartment.

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the sound of a movie was playing in the background — one of the equestria girls movies — he could assume while he was cooking up dinner for him and his little girl.

but his mind flashes back to what happened a few hours ago. he didn’t think he could finally meet the mystery neighbour that would be up and quietly squealing in the middle of the night. he didn’t think that the giggles he heard from the other side would show a cuter face to accompany it.

he’s heard your voice over the walls for years straight; words about complaining regarding the lecturers to your friends on a call, soft sobs on the deadlines and how you had so much to do but so little time.

and he was smitten from the moment he heard your voice.

he wanted to meet you ever so badly, wanting to know the face behind the angelic voice but it was too difficult.

your outings were sporadic. you had a schedule, and he was able to figure out about it, but then the schedule would change and he wouldn’t know when you’d go out or stay inside.

he wasn’t a free man either. he had a job to do, bills to pay, and a daughter to take care of. but hearing your voice late at night while kia was asleep, is a soothing balm to his tired and overworked soul.

there was guilt at first. he couldn’t be falling for someone who could possibly be younger than he is, maybe even half his age, but seeing you in person? it changed everything in his mind.

his morals were completely shattered when he saw you at the elevator, recognising the voice he would sleep to every night. you were younger than him, sure, and maybe the age difference is a little questionable, but you’re legal.

you are everything he ever dreamed of, and more. he needed to see you more, to hear your voice more, to see your cheeks softly flushing at the sound of his voice— fuck. he cannot be having a hard on while he’s cooking.

he still has his daughter in the room, and he was not to show her a filthy sight of her papa. so he calmed himself down, thought about work and how tiresome it is, and focused on cooking.

when kia was done, she had brushed her teeth and he had carried her to bed. he read her bedtime stories and she would fall asleep, just like clockwork.

he would retreat back to his room and the moment he did, all he could think about it you. your smile, the way your eyes crinkled, the sheepishness you had when interacting with him… he needed you.

he needed you like how his body needs air, how he needs food to sustain himself, how he needs money to pay for him and his daughter. he needs you, entirely, viscerally, wholly. and he will always get what he needs in the end.

from your little talks with your friends, he figured out which university you attended, he figured out who your lecturers were and knew your courses too. it’s just a shame that he couldn’t figure out your class schedule. but he does know your yearly one, and you are now on break.

and it’s a good thing that kia likes you. because then he could have an excuse to have his home smelling like you soon enough. and he cannot wait.

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it’s been two days since you met your hot neighbour and frankly you can’t get him out of your mind. he is your eye candy, frankly he is your type all in all, but you shouldn’t romanticise a relationship with a man that is twice your age, right?

not only that, he could be married, and you didn’t want to title yourself as a homewrecker either.

regardless, you’ve been in your apartment for two days straight mainly because you didn’t have anything else to do except binge watch your favourite shows that you deprived yourself of during study week.

that was when you hear a knock at the door and you blinked. you didn’t have a package, despite your online shopping tendencies, so who’s at your door? when you opened it, ian was there, standing straight and looking at you with a gentle smile.

“oh! mr.miller, what brings you here?” you looked as if you had just gotten out of bed, and frankly you did. maybe you should’ve showered first and made yourself more presentable for him.

“i would like to make an offer to you, so would it be fine if i come inside?” he asked, and that’s when you noticed little kia peeking from his legs with sleep induced eyes and you almost wanted to coo at how adorable she is.

you nodded and let him enter your humble apartment space. you were just thankful that you spent most of your time in the bedroom, therefore your living room does not look like a rats nest.

he sat down on the sofa, bringing kia into his arms as she fell asleep once more while you sat down across from him. “are you perhaps looking for a job?” you paused, blinking a couple of times before nodding slowly “yes..? i’m on summer break currently and i was just thinking on applying for a job to pay for my groceries and all”

is he offering you a job? what a coincidental timing in all honesty. “you see, kia needs a babysitter. she’s rather picky and she didn’t like our last babysitter. so lately i’ve only been dropping her off at daycare and picking her up afterwards. would it be fine if you take care of her? i’ll pay you a generous amount of course”

a babysitting job? you weren’t entirely sure if you would be able to do so. your mood on kids depends on the time and how they act, but if it���s kia… maybe you’ll be able to do it? you were in deep thought before you looked at him and it was unintentional but a singular question popped up into your mind, about his partner.

he chuckled softly, seeing the question written all over your face. “her mother abandoned us a while back. told me that she doesn’t want to be responsible for her, and gave her to me” oh. now you felt bad for thinking about it. “i see.. alright then, i’ll take the job” you gave him a gentle smile and he smiled back.

“you’ll start tomorrow, if that’s alright with you?” that was too soon but at this point, something within your soul just wanted to be better than her mother, to be another parental figure that she could rely on. “yup, i’ll see you tomorrow then?”

he nodded and carried kia out, you waved your goodbye and closed the door. so you just got a job. great! but you needed to child proof the living room at least, just so that she doesn’t hurt herself or anything.

not only that, you’ll get to see ian again tomorrow, and the days after that. so you found yourself getting excited knowing what comes next.

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ian had dropped kia off to your place before going to work. he would give you a gentlemanly smile and that would be the end of it, is what he thought.

until he heard you speak up ever so gently “have a good day at work, mr.miller.” he froze at that, looking at you before nodding. “thank you, ( name ). i’ll see you later on”

and he walked, and walked before he entered his car and let out a shaky sigh. that scene replayed in his mind a thousand times, and he felt his cock harden at the sight of you in your flat, dressed up comfortably and carrying kia in your arms.

he’s thankful to himself to be the type on coming to the office early, which meant he had a lot of time to himself in the car. he had to cover his mouth and rubbed himself off, only thinking about you and your smile, the sound of your voice and how perfect it would be to hear you moan out his name.

all he can imagine now is you cooking for kia, seeing her smile at her new parental figure and be comfortable with you. how you would cradle her to sleep and how you’d smile when she’s happy.

and god forbid him, all he wanted to do was to pound you into a sobbing mess, pump his cum deep inside you and watch it leak out of your hole. he wants to see the blissed out gaze, he wants to hear your whimpers, and he wants to hear you beg for more. to have his children, regardless if you were capable of bearing them.

maybe next time when you break into your apartment in the middle of the night he’ll jerk off to the sight of your sleeping face. or he’ll steal one of your used underwear and bring it home to keep for himself.

his hands rubbed faster, thinking about how he could take you anywhere in the house, shoving his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet so you don’t wake up kia. he thinks about how warm you would be, how you’d squeeze his cock just right and how he’d have to hold himself back from cumming immediately.

“shit— fuck.. ( name )” he groaned out your name, his eyes rolled back as he imagined more scenarios about you. how messy you’ll take him in your mouth, how teary eyed you’d be, at how big he is but he’ll assure you that he can make it fit.

god, he can imagine peppering your face with gentle kisses as he fucks you stupid, drooling, and overstimulated because he is pent up. years of not having sex does a lot to a man, and with such a sweetheart like you who seemed to want to please him? he’s bound to go feral and break.

“fuuuckk” he moaned out, cumming right there in the car as he used a tissue to make sure it doesn’t make a mess. his cock softened with a twitch and he knew he just needed the right timing before he could slip into your warm hole.

he needs you, he needs your scent, he needs to feel you close and hold you in his arms. ian is a patient man, he’ll take his time and seduce you. he’ll make sure that soon, your only thoughts is about him, and how he’d fuck you so well.

he can pay for all of your expenses if he has to, he just wants you in his vicinity, in his home, and your scent filling the entire apartment.

he’ll take his time, but he’ll have you soon enough. because he’s the type of man who will always get what he wants.

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the day was productive to say the least. you and kia had fun, and you both watched movies together. you helped her with reading and you got to know her diet, so now you knew all of her favourite foods to say the least.

the sky was dark, and you wondered what exactly was ian’s job for him to be out so late at night. you were.. a bit worried to say the least. but he could take care of himself, you’re sure about that.

for now, you focused on the sleepy kia and cradled her in your arms as you brought her to sleep.

after a few minutes of putting her to sleep, you hear a knock on your door and you could only assume it was ian. so, you got up with kia in your arms and slowly opened the door to see a tired ian.

“you look rough, mr.miller” you say gently as he mused at your words. “a lot of things happened at work, you could say” you nodded. seeing how tired he is, you spoke up softly “do you want me to put kia in her room? you seem too tired”

ian paused before giving you a gentle smile “if it isn’t too much trouble,” you shook your head. this was the least you could do. and plus, you live right next to each other anyhow. you left your unit for a moment and went into his.

he showed you where kia’s room is, and you brought her there, gently putting her on the bed and watching her sleep soundly. a small smile graced your lips before you left her room and closed the door.

“thank you for taking care of her today,” he says from behind you. you almost jumped in surprise to see how close he is to you, how his breath was near your ears and you felt something churning down your stomach.

“it’s no problem, sir” you say softly, turning around and catching his gaze. you can’t exactly explain nor tell what was going in his mind but it felt intense, hot, and you almost melted right then and there.

what was this man doing to you?

“you can call me ian, i prefer it that way” he gave you a gentle smile once more and the tension in the room finally dissipated. you nodded awkwardly and cleared your throat.

“i’ll see you again tomorrow?” you murmured out, suddenly feeling shy from the closed proximity and he nodded. “yes, you will” he says before his hand reached up and patted your head.

you shuddered at the contact and you left his unit with a sheepish smile, giving him a small wave and left back to your unit.

as you closed the door, your mind went back to how close you were to him and your face felt warm at the memory. so does your body. you wanted more of his touches, but you shook your head, preparing to go the bed instead.

“what’s wrong with me? i swear” you murmured to yourself. little did you know, he paid you a visit that night while you were asleep and stole one of your underwear.

it’s fine, you won’t notice since you still have a lot of them, don’t you?

[dearest-little-doe]

Imagine taming the monster in your closet.

It starts with you hearing the soft scrape of claws on the wooden planks - the ones that cover the floor of your closet.

The first night you heard this, you trembled beneath your blankets despite the warmth they provided. You were wide-eyed and kept a bat clutched to your chest like it was a sword. However... after a week of the nightly visitor’s presence and nothing else actually happening - just the soft sounds of scratching and gentle breathing behind the closet door - curiosity replaced the icy fear in your heart.

You sat in bed one evening and waited for the noises to start, as they always did soon after the clock struck midnight. That night, you had a plan. Clutching a spare blanket, you cracked the closet door open. A single glowing eye blinked back at you through the pitch black. It was large, luminescent. A strange, quiet blue. Not the color of eye you expected from a monster.

You didn’t scream, and it didn’t growl. You both just… stared. Frozen.

“Hi,” you whispered, heart hammering in your chest so hard it ached. “I brought you a blanket. You must be cold in there, it's the coldest place in the house...” A deep, gravelly purr answered you. You gingerly left the blanket at the threshold, and in the morning, it was gone.

As more nights passed, little gifts were exchanged between the two of you. Dried flowers, shiny buttons, and smooth pebbles appeared on your windowsill. You would leave food, puzzles, and soft objects for the creature in return.

The monster in your closet never stepped fully into your room, but its silhouette, outlined by the small nightlight in the corner of your room, started to linger longer in the doorway. Its breathing was slow and calm as you hummed lullabies to it each night.

“I think you’re sweet,” You declared softly into the darkness of your room one rainy evening. “You don’t scare me anymore.”

A clawed hand emerged from the pitch black of the closet, hesitantly pushing the door open a little wider. The closet door creaked in protest of the movement. You watched for a moment, transfixed, then reached out your own hand slowly. You touched its rough, warm palm with your fingers.

“You can come out if you want,” you coaxed sweetly. “You don’t have to hide from me... I won't hurt you.” The monster hesitated, processing your words, but only for a moment. It stepped out of the closet, into your room, as you took a step back to accommodate it.

The monster was tall, easily towering over your form. The creature was odd, strange, yet beautiful in a way that defied words. Its eyes were soft and it gave you a crooked smile with too many teeth, which should’ve scared you, but you found it oddly endearing. The expression on its face was awkward and hesitant. It blinked slowly, nervously, like you were more dangerous than it - this creature with teeth and claws that could’ve easily ripped through your flesh like paper.

“You’re not what I expected,” You giggled as you looked up and down the creature’s form, "you're beautiful." You took in this mysterious creature, then looked up to meet it’s eyes with a smile of your own, lips curled upward in wonder. The creature startled at the sound of your laughter, enchanted by the noise.

"You...are bewitching." The monster croaked out, its own hand finally responding as it wrapped around yours. Its sharp claws carefully brushed against your soft skin once its hand fully engulfed your own, the creature afraid to hurt its newly acquired treasure.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Drabble: Lonely

Yandere Villain x GN reader

Thinking of a Yandere superhero gone villain. He was created in a lab by your father to be the perfect hero but he ended up going insane when the public thought his powers were too unstable. So the hero turned into a villain and he set his sights on you to get back at your father… by taking you.

TW: Yandere and dark themes, unhealthy relationship dynamic that should not be romanticized, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, murder (mentioned), and purely fictional work

@urbigsockssmell

Yandere Villain who kidnapped you from your home and kept you tucked away from the world. Don’t worry your pretty little head! No one will ever find out so you can scream all you want! It’s just you and him… until your father revealed himself. He needed to complete his revenge on the man that had ripped his humanity from him.

Yandere Villain who is curious to why you weep so much around him. He hasn’t harmed you, so why do you cry? You’re not battered or bruised so he believed your tears were completely unnecessary. He didn’t keep you in some hole in the ground either. Nope. You were in a cozy room with plenty of blankets and AC. He just didn’t understand you…

Yandere Villain who brings you various snacks in hopes he’d eventually figure out which one you enjoyed most so you wouldn’t starve. His golden eyes scanned your shivering form in interest. Were you cold? He could steal more blankets for you.

Yandere Villain who’s shocked to hear your voice for the first time. It’s so soft… just like you! You looked so soft and meek. No wonder why your father was so protective of you. He would probably lock you up to protect you too!

Yandere Villain who is shocked by how skittish and shy you are. The way you bat your eyelashes at him excited him… and when you gently touch him for the first time, he is in absolute awe. He’s never been touched so gently before… he’s only ever seen lovers do this in movies. Were you wanting to be his lover?! If so, he was more than willing to oblige. He was always too busy saving the city to ever have his very own damsel in distress.

Yandere Villain who seeks out your touch everyday since you touched him. He’s so touch starved that he whimpers if your skin doesn’t contact his. Touch him! Compliment him! Love him!

Yandere Villain who began to grow so accustomed to your company that he refuses to return you to your father. Nope! It doesn’t matter if your father wants to sacrifice himself to save you, you’re his now! This villain was never going to let you go, even after the revenge was enacted. You were far too precious to release.

It isn’t long before the Stockholm syndrome began to set in either… you’re going to stay with him forever.

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Academic Rival who always flaunts his perfect test scores in front of you just to see you go red in the face with barely restrained fury. He adores the way you huff at him, your lips pouting in such an adorable expression. The way you scream at him, claiming he must’ve cheated.

Of course, stealing answer sheets wasn’t necessarily cheating, it was just a little educational aid.

But you can never prove it which only makes you even more angry. Pushing your chest up against his and sending him a threat you probably had to spend all night rehearsing. He relishes in it. Knowing your threats are just for him. Your anger belongs to him and him alone. Just like the rest of you.

The rest of the school silently wonders how it’s always you two. Only you and him at the top. And when they look at the scores, everyone else seems so far behind.

He would, of course, do anything to remain your rival. There were no lengths he wouldn’t go. That includes hacking into the college’s database and personally lowering each and every other students grades. He couldn’t dare risk someone else becoming your rival. He wouldn’t just let you forget about him, after all!

But somehow, even with his subtle suggestions to the grade book, there’s someone who actually manages to rise through the ranks. Some pesky little nerd who’s aiming for his number one spot. Wanting to take his place in your life. In your heart. Oh well, he’ll just have to take care of him…

Especially when he sees how you treat the pathetic nerd. You don’t hate him at all. Instead you’re actually— nice to him. Why him?! What made him so special?! That nerd doesn’t know you, not like he does. He doesn’t push you to do better and be the best, not like he does. Compared to him, the nerd is nothing.

So why do you smile when you see him? Why do you laugh at his jokes? Those should be smiles aimed at him. You should be laughing at his jokes, even if they’re usually made at your expense. It’s all part of what makes you and him so perfect together.

He just has to show you that… That’s it! He’ll show you. Both of you.

The next day he sees you waiting in the hall, most likely looking for that nerd. It’s a waste of time. He won’t be coming. He saunters up to you instead, his chest tightening as you scowl at him instead of smile. That’ll all change soon. Still, he sends you his signature smug smirk, the expression a little tighter today.

“Looking for the nerd? It’s strange, I heard he suddenly transferred and just up and left school in the middle of the night,” he says smoothly as he corners you against the wall. His shoulders relaxing as you inhale shakily. A clear sign of your affections, he’s sure.

All while his scent flooding your senses will distract you from realizing any holes in his lackluster story. You really were so smart, perfect, and all for him.

“Guess he just wasn’t cut out for the competition,” he muses, pulling a kabedon on you as he rests a hand above your head, and absentmindedly picking dried blood out from beneath his fingernails.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Fantasy Villain

Imagine you’ve been transported to a DnD-Fantasy-like world. Quests, adventurers, and mystical beasts are everything you could dream of. You’ve already established your little troupe; becoming an important cornerstone of the group. Whatever your class, you’re excelling at they really rely on which is why things go badly when you meet him—-the recurring villain of this world.

“Oh my–oh my Zoth.”

“What? Do I horrify the little hero!?”

“No, you’re–”

“Worse than you imagined?”

“No, you’re–”

“(Y/n) stop freezing up!”

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever met!”

The group is horrified as they plan a tactical retreat, finding it easier to thwart the Fantasy Villain’s attacks which are suddenly less frequent.  The group just assumes you’ve been enchanted because since you’ve locked eyes with him you’ve been unable to stand on your feet. Wide-eyed and breathing heavy you just can’t stop the heat climbing over your face and ears as you replay the moment you met over and over. 

“You realize he’s a part of the ugliest most horrible race known to all of Azarothan.”

“If that’s ugly then I’m dead!”

“M-maybe he did enchant them?”

Meanwhile, the Villain’s returned to home base, shedding his armor and dismissing his entourage. Sat on his throne he replays the words you’ve said to him…over and over….and over again. His ears are turning a deep blue and he can’t help the involuntary reaction of the volcano attached to his castle bubbling with excitement.

“They-they think I’m beautiful?!”

He’s reeling with an overflow of energy and unknown vigor when he recalls your awestruck face as you fell to your knees clutching your enchanted tool. He can’t stop the thought of you in that same position but in a different setting. Cursing his lacking imagination he concocts his usual magic to spy on the troupe with his crystal ball but this time he’s focused solely on you. 

“Surely they’ll brag about the enchantment they left on me…..and maybe talk about their own infatuation again.”

It strokes a different kind of pride when he hears you deny being cursed. The feelings are mutual. He’s over the moon all four of them. You have to understand the Fantasy Villain has never been told something so flattering. 

“From another world….figures. This world could never make such…a perfect soul.”

Since their upbringing, they’ve been met with nothing but scorn and hatred. Vowing to rule and change the world that did that to him. If others did express interest it was because he had power or was literally about to kill them. Your reaction, your unadulterated feelings for him, the tug at his soul is the only sign he needs before his objective changes. 

“I wanted to rule the world so I could change the world for me. But now I’m going to change the world so I can rule with them.”

He means it. The troops are given new orders, the deadly nightmarish beasts are given new tasks, and he’s already concocting a million different plans to attain you. He watches the crystal ball relentlessly trying to hear and see as much as he can to learn more about you. He realizes very quickly that he really hates those adventurers of yours.

“C’mon (Y/n)! Just because you’re attracted to the enemy doesn’t mean he isn’t trying to destroy the world!”

“Yeah (Y/n), you’ve got to get your head in the game. We need you!”

“I–your right…sorry guys…I just don’t think I’ve ever seen someone who fits my preferences so perfectly.”

“You don’t even know him!”

“But one look in his galaxy-like eyes and it felt like I did.”

He really hates them. Listening to them talk you out of your feelings for him. Before you arrived they were minor pests. Simply a small roadblock that he would eventually crush to shatter the hopes of the people when they needed them most. Now they were just obstacles in the way of his goal–you.

“Sire those adventurers you told us to keep an eye on are on the move. Should I give the order to attack?”

“No…summon the siren I’d like to take a different approach.”

He gets incredibly crafty, despite only meeting you once he can tell you aren’t heartless like he. He’s certain should you find him to be responsible for the death of anyone you’ve met you’d reject his love. So he’ll make it his plan to slowly break your little troupe, such spunky and erratic individuals may be just the only tool he needs.

“My orders, My Ruler?”

“Join their group. Do what you like with whoever you wish. 

“?”

“Bring discord how you see fit.”

“Yes, My Ruler!”

His plan is perfect and the group isn’t nearly suspicious enough to reject his double agent. Who’s presence triggers the cracks that this group had always had. When the group splits apart needing to cool off you’re left alone, a perfect chance for a moment with you. 

“Hello, little hero.”

“Whoa, what are you doing here? My troupe’s not too far! A-a-a-nd I–I’m willing to fight this time!”

“That’s a shame because I came to speak to you.”

“Really! Ahem, I mean about what?”

“About those words, you said to me….I wonder did you know what they’ve ignited.”

Taking advantage of your easily lowered guard, he speaks the truth. Coming in close enough to feel the heat escaping from your armor, he’ll share the tale of his past. Which as he predicted makes you so sympathetic and just as willing to sing his praises as the moment you met. 

“But you’re not ugly or horrid like they all say.”

“No?”

“I think you’re beyond handsome. One of the most ethereal beings I’ve ever met.”

“Do you truly think so?”

“I know so… I’m just sorry no one else has told you that.”

“I’m happy it was you.”

When you let him dive in for a kiss, naturally you accept it. Returning his vigor in kind if not with sympathy or just your attraction, you miss how he places a magical mark on your neck. Or how he casually enchants your armor to protect you better. Or how he influences the flora and fauna of the forest to curve in the direction you came from essentially blocking the path back to your camp. When he reluctantly releases you he further promises he’s never letting you leave his grasp. Promising to one day have you on the throne beside him.

“I must return and so must you. Your friends will worry.”

“Oh…you’re right.”

“Don’t sound so sad, we’ll meet again.”

“Not just in my dreams.”

“Not just in your dreams.”

He leaves not only giddy with love but with a new plan in mind. He prepared to be faced with a struggle, to have to fight for your affection as the enemy you’d be fighting. But he wasn’t prepared for your heart to be swayed so easily. Licking your remnants on his lips, he knows that you can be deceived, and conveniently so can the rest of the world.

Fantasy Villain devises that if the history of his race’s banishment and exile were portrayed in a certain light. You could defect to his side without guilt and if some of the more stubborn adventurers were to also agree that’d make things so much easier. Pretending to be persuaded to sign some peace treaty after being gifted enough land to rule over with you beside him didn’t sound too bad.

Even if that didn’t work the Fantasy Villain has decided you will rule beside him whether he has to trick, drug, or force you to be his. Though he adores the honest love in your eyes when he looks at you and he’s going to do whatever he needs to have it. 

[garez19]

hellooo!!1 tysm <33 i also hope i never go bald… you’re highly appreciated. and ofc you can!! ;))

the remedy for lovesickness

yandere actor! x gn! makeup artist! reader. yandere themes, power imbalance, manipulation. 2.6k wc

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he was born in a small town.

he spent the majority of his life hating it, a total waste of a land full of fussy and old people. it didn’t have enough bars to socialize, nor did it have a swimming pool for him and his friends to enjoy. it didn’t have enough area for him to let his emotions out. there weren't enough people for him to express himself. 

no, there weren’t enough experiences this small town could give him.

maybe that was the reason he became so good at his job. he didn’t have a place to express himself, yet the classroom had plenty of empty seats to think about how one must feel in certain situations. he didn’t have many reasons to get angry, but he could always watch the old man in the neighborhood going crazy over the kids making too much noise. he could read books about agony and love.

at first, he did it for laughs. the jester way of conveying the message. then it became a hobby. then— an overgrowing passion.

and, safe to say it paid off well. a pretty face with talent -with the devotion to get it right-, and of course, a little bit of luck finally helped him get out of that shithole. a pretty face and the obsession with imitation got him places, unlike what that one girl from highschool had said. 

it got him fame, thousands of people who cheered him on, lovely apartments, and numerous opportunities to try and catch a glimpse of new lives, of new roles.

still, he didn’t like the metropolis any better. a total waste of a land that’s too industrialized for his country-boy tastes, although he might have not liked to admit. it didn’t give people enough time to process their feelings, and the crowd wasn’t something he thought he could get used to. 

but he still loved his job, and he most certainly had thousands of inspirations.

except for that one role. the story of a prince and his undying adoration for his lover. the one his manager didn’t stop blabbering about. he had considered it for an hour or two. “no,” he then decided. it was a role he had never got the chance to explore. he wouldn’t know how a lovestruck guy would act and talk like. he didn’t have enough time to practice.

but his manager didn’t seem to take no as an answer.  

“you have time to practice,” she said, “it’s a good opportunity.”

guys with possessive tendencies truly sold a lot, apparently. 

the manager was too sure that it was the perfect role for him at the moment. it took a long time and effort on her end to convince him, but it was a good opportunity.

“a good opportunity…” he finally agreed. 

he had to be ready by the tenth episode. and he had nothing except books about love.

“so kais loses his mind, right? he’s now a madman telling everyone he met about leyla’s breathtaking beauty and praising her. people start making fun of him, ‘majnun’, they say, ‘madman’,”  

now, you weren’t really sure if that was in your contract. 

still, you nodded, signalling him to go on as you kept applying his makeup. either your boss was very fond of love books, or he was bored to the point where he would talk about anything. 

you loved being a makeup artist. you loved working with idols and celebrities. gossiping to your friends about them was fun. seeing them without filters or scripts was fun. most importantly, makeup was fun.

“you know the remedy for lovesickness?” he asked suddenly.

“no. could you please close your eyes? thank you. I’m going to put on some powder now.”

“if love causes sleeplessness and delirium, it’s understandable to worry that the person might lose their mind. in such cases it’s a good option to keep them fed with easy to digest foods… like soup. um, and a hot bath should help them relax.” 

“interesting...”

“yeah, and the scent of violet oil can also help too. that’s the remedy of the body.”

“could you lift your head just a little bit— perfect.”

“as for the soul, that’s kind of like a mental illness. the person should be talked to gently. at least until they calm down a bit. they can also keep themselves busy with other things. to distract themselves, you know.”

this guy didn’t know how -and when- to stop. 

it was hilarious. it was strange. but there was something truly captivating about him. so you didn’t stop him. you didn’t pretend you weren’t interested. you didn’t intervene with his drawn-out threads that felt like a needlessly long script from a soap opera. 

“duly noted.”

by the time they shot the fourth episode, he had shared a handful of stories. all revolved around one plot: love sickness with tragic endings. you didn’t think too much of the obsession with it, and honestly, you probably wouldn’t really understand even if he told you that was the only way he could learn. 

“on the wedding night kerem tries to undo the buttons of asli’s robe. but he keeps failing. and then he takes a deep breath, right? he sighs so deeply… that he quite literally bursts into flames.”

you couldn’t help but snort at the very sudden ending, “what?”

“yeah, because the buttons are enchanted. and then asli tries to save him but ends up catching fire too.”

you hummed. 

“I’m gonna need you to stay quiet or a second now,” you said. he nodded before asking, “what do you think?”

“fire as a metaphor for love is… intense.” you changed the brush. “within that, the stories you’ve shared focus on forbidden love more often than not.” 

he closed his eyes. 

“the metaphor starts making much more sense in such cases.”

you tried your best to stay professional, to not speak unless you’d been told otherwise, and to make sure you did your job properly. but he was friendly. not just with you. he was close with the whole crew, and it wasn’t something you often came across.he was easy to talk to, genuinely warm, and honestly fun to listen to.

“and, you’re ready,” you said. 

“it’s all about the unrequited -or forbidden- desire,” he mumbled.

“kais was literally a prince. and layla loved him back.” you finally replied to his ramblings.

you definitely didn’t sign up for this. it wasn’t that deep. love-turned-obsession stories often came with such characteristics, but that didn’t mean that was the case all the time.

“he was still scared he couldn’t have her.”

“I don’t know. maybe some people are just not meant to be.”

“wouldn’t that make their love sweeter?” he laughed softly.

debating on love every other day with your regularly transformed opinions while doing your job was not something you often told your friends about. but you weren’t complaining, not really.

6th episode’s shoot, and you were busy with doing someone else’s makeup. but, not a big deal, not at all. it happened in sets all the time after all. it was chaotic, unbearable. the part he hated the most. but it was fine. he had stories to tell. people who listen. or so he thought.

the new makeup artist seemed easy going too. yet, the story refused to be known. the tale wouldn’t let him reveal it. he couldn’t bring himself to say a word. he adapted quickly to most things very quickly, but he could hardly let them go. it was his little ritual: underlining passages from the books and getting excited to tell you more about it the next day.

it hadn’t even been that long. but he didn’t dare tell the newest story to anyone but you. as I said, he picked up silly habits easily. sometimes worryingly so. he even waited for you to finish your job so he could talk to you— but no. someone always had to ruin the day.

7th episode, and he didn’t seem as excited about telling a love tale. his mind was obviously on something else. the quietness was unfamiliar and almost unbelievable, but for some reason, it wasn’t bothering you. 

still, you truly wanted to ask what was going on in his head, even when you did your best to stay professional.

“do you want to work with me?” he finally spoke up. you let out a sudden “huh” as you grabbed the eyeshadow palette.

“would you like to be my personal stylist?” he asked again.

“oh, I do have a contract with the producer of the show at the moment.”  

“I’m not asking you to quit.”

a good opportunity, one that you shouldn’t even hesitate before saying yes. “it’d be more appropriate to talk about it later,” you said, a perfect way to dodge the question . he handed you a card with a phone number.

“reach out to my manager whenever you’re available.”

he sounded like a businessman, a person who hated love books and romance more than anything, like he was rude towards service people on purpose. but well, mostly likely because he was tired, at least you thought so. 

you loved your job, but it sure had drawbacks. working with people adored by everyone didn’t suddenly make you as appreciated, for instance. you were still easily replaceable. every single person in this industry was.

and a contract meant insurance, a promise, and a guarantee of employment. working for a successful actor meant promising career prospects in the long term. it meant network and experience. and there was hardly anything that could be considered as a con. an opportunity too good to pass. an opportunity too good to be true.

was it professional? not that you cared.

“it’s a good opportunity,” he agreed, “better not waste it.”

so you didn’t. 

8th episode, and he finally turned back to normal again. full of joy and positivity, wishing everyone a very good day as he passed by. full of energy and with little stories of love and adoration while you made small comments here and there.

love stories then evolved into his ramblings about his town, his annoying physics teacher and what that one girl had to say about his acting skills in highschool -he seemed very offended by it, by the way-, and questions of what your life looked like. question that almost felt like an interrogation.

questions about your routine and habits, your love life, whether you liked that one book, and a bunch of very privacy related stuff you’d rather not answer.

he was made for this job, you decided when you watched episode 10.

but that is also when you realized his obsession was a two edged sword. his devotion to playing the character accurately, to see him through the scripts, to not just act like him but becoming him… it meant danger. the character and his successor would merge into one; eventually, they would become impossible to distinguish. was it always the case? most certainly. playing the role of an angry old man, he used to storm into the street, snatching the kids’ ball while also shouting they were making too much noise. or at least, that’s what he suddenly remembered.

it didn’t always have to be the case.but here he was, calling his manager, the crew and the producer by your name. “my bad,” he’d say quickly, correcting himself, and then his eyes would wander around the room exactly three times. the makeup would take much longer than usual. the seventh time he pinpointed the eye makeup– implying you should redo the left eye, you would sigh with frustration.

it didn’t always have to be the case. but here he was, yet another prince of the metropolis, featured in magazines with his picture everywhere. interviews, questions about how he prepared for the role– but no, please give him a second as his stylist fixed his goddamn hair for the fifth time in ten minutes.

you didn’t sign up for this.

you weren’t his goddamn manager. you didn’t know you had to follow him everywhere he went, even to places he certainly didn’t need any makeup or hair styling. but emergencies could happen, he would say. 

14th episode, and it was getting harder to keep the script straight in his mind. tangled stories with the image of you and dialogues he had made up. his face would grow warm, the slow thrum of his pulse made his knees weaker. the accidental mentions of your name turned into small comments on how well you did your job. soon, they became long, winding monologues about you, the kind someone with a fevermight mutter in the middle of the night.

that was how kais felt when they called him majnun.

the magazine pages kept mentioning the scandalous news, although no one could confirm any of it for sure. the manager ran her hand through her hair, swearing under her breath as she tapped furiously on her phone. she spent her days arguing with journalists, demanding they take the stories down.

you tried your best to act oblivious. ignorance was bliss, after all. but it was hard when he acted like you two were joined at the hip. when he kept claiming how much he loved you. when he was so desperate for attention he ended up crying, ruining the makeup he asked you to redo every 15 minutes.

“do you know the remedy for lovesickness?” 

you made soup for him. told him to take hot baths, said it’d be good for his body. then you gave him books to keep his mind busy. after that, you started applying violet oil to his clothes every day. none of them truly helped. if anything, the fact that you made soup for him only made things worse.

“you should quit.” the manager finally said to you. and if you had to be honest, although the job did pay you well, being the center of attention because of a madman made you consider leaving. so all you did was nod. you didn’t try and solve it. you didn’t pretend you weren’t scared and uncomfortable. 

safe to say he didn’t take it well.

“I'm just wondering— where did you get this stupid idea?” his harsh tone didn’t match the kindness on his face. the type of kindness that held that strange, almost gentle warmth.

“I didn't sign up for this,” you said, voice louder than you intended. he blinked, as if confused, then let out a faint chuckle that almost made you shiver, “yes, yes you did,” he smiled. mouth ajar, you glanced at the manager, her lips pressed into a tight, straight line. he gave a small tilt of his head when he noticed you looking at her. the manager caught the signal and nodded once, then silently left the room.

“you did sign up for this,” he said, voice flat. “the moment you let me read those book passages out loud. when you let me ramble about my nowhere hometown, stupid stories from my high school like any of it mattered,” he looked at you, unreadable, “you knew you signed up for it the second you took the opportunity. don’t pretend you didn’t.”

“I’m quitting, then,” you murmured. you’d never seen him so serious, and the unfamiliarity made your body tense.

“yeah?” he gently smiled, “you truly believe I’ll let you walk away? just like that?” he let out a quiet, genuinely amused laugh. “do you really not see it? your career’s pretty much over.”

a contract meant insurance. protection. it also meant chains. guaranteed captivity.

“and one more thing” he muttered, rummaging through the drawer as he spoke. at last, he finally pulled out a small bottle— the violet oil. “I adore you,” he said, voice too sharp, a little too bright. “and that—“ he gave the bottle a little shake, 

“is not the cure. not even close.”

[blood-smiles]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 🪽🕯️

I INTRODUCE YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL!!! He is in disguise as a human and apparently is your neighbor!! He forgets to blink so he keeps his eyes closed.. Lucien is serving more waist than a corseted Victorian woman!! Certified hottie and murder— I mean. House wife!!! ＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾）／

Lucien is around 6’3 for your height difference, when he is in his more.. Realistic form, he can literally hold you in his palm (I’m too lazy to do height or wtv), he can fit you in his mouth NO MORE VORE ALLEGATIONS!!! >:(

[whimsypjm]

sensitive ── J.JK

summary ── you two have been friends since the beginning of time. after finally getting together, you guys had a miscommunication problem regarding your sex life in concern that jeongguk didn't want you but truth is, he's just a sensitive boy, too sensitive.

content warnings ── self conscious jk, sensitive jk, nipple play, pussy pocket, vibrator, dirty talk, whiny jk, orgasm denial, sub jk, dom reader, pre-discussed kinks and wtv, safe sane and consensual, jk hugs a pillow to his chest like a cutie, a hint of dacryphilia, jk cries but he loves it.

word count ── 2.3k

note ── i love big muscled men who are 5x bigger than me but are whiny little subs. so i present you this and more soon to come <3 - i didn't really edit or reread, so please bare with me !!

There was one thing you loved no matter what in your sex life with Jeongguk and that was how incredibly sensitive he was. Yes emotionally but also physically.

You had been with Jeongguk since you guys were kids and you grew up together. You went through the awkward teen stages together, sneaking over to each other's houses, calling each others’ parents your own, hell - you two were basically attached at the hop. It was only time before you guys started dating, everyone basically was betting on it - literally, your mother pulling out 20 bucks and giving it to your dad with a grumble.

Your friends had teased you guys by repeated mutters of finally. They just never thought you guys would wait to date when you were halfway through college.

However, you two never started anything sexual for a few years. At first, it was just messy makeouts on each other’s beds. It’s not that you didn’t want to go further but instead, Jeongguk didn’t want to. He was always so adamant about pleasing you and would offer to use his mouth or finger you but he shut down any advances you made to please him.

At first, you paid little attention to it until it got confusing. Did he just not want to fuck you? Were you ugly? Did he hate how you looked? Did he hate your body? Was he even turned on by the thought of you? Was he asexual?

It took a few weeks before you brought your concerns up to him. He was red in the face and immediately shutting down your concerns.

“-No, no, no- It’s not like that, at all. Really.” He breathed out quickly, immediately reaching out for your waist and pulling you closer from where you stood before him on the bed and onto his lap. You sighed, hands going to his hair as he hid his face in your neck.

“Well, talk to me, baby. I can’t know what’s going on or how to help if you won’t talk about it. Communication, remember?” You said and he groaned.

“You’ll laugh at me.” He whispered, arms around your waist tightening when you tried to move back. “I think I’ll die if you laugh at me. Anyone but you.”

You couldn’t help the frown tugging on your lips, immediately combing your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. You pressed kisses against his head. “I won’t laugh, I promise.”

“You will…” He whined. This time, you tugged his head back by the strands of his hair and you could see the glossy cover over them, tears budding.

“No, I won’t. I love you, Ggukie. All of you, no matter what.” You cup his face, using the pads of your thumb to wipe away the tears falling. “Just tell me, whatever it is, I promise it won’t change anything unless you want it to. I’m right here beside you.”

There was a pout on his lips before he sighed, resting his forehead against your chest. “-ensitive…”

“Huh?” You asked, not catching what he whispered.

Jeongguk lifted his head up, “I’m sensitive.” and when you only sent a confused faze, he groaned. “Like really sensitive. I-I… Any, uhm, stimulation makes me cum easily.” His voice faded towards the end, his gaze fell from your face and head down.. “I didn’t want to disappoint you, I don’t want to now so I just-said no to sex.” He sniffled. “Didn’t want you to laugh at me either.”

“Baby,” You whispered, hands cupping his face and tilting him up to look at you but he had his eyes closed. You sighed, “Look at me, baby. I’m not laughing, am I?”

It took a few seconds but little by little, his eyes began opening and you gave him a small smile before pressing a few kisses at the top of his head before making your way down the slope of his nose and against his lips. You leaned back, hands pushing the strands of his hair back. “I’m not laughing.” You told him, “It’s not embarrassing, not at all.” You pressed another kiss to his lips.

“You don’t- You don’t wanna break up, right?”

At that you couldn’t help the giggle that passed your lips. “Never, baby. You’re all mine.”

And you showed him just that. Kissing every inch of his body before you fucked him and had him eat you out like the good boy he was and eager to prove he was.

Ever since then, you both discovered many things about yourselves sex wise.

However, you guys were trying something different tonight.

Orgasm Denial.

You sat between his legs, his own over yours and he held a pillow against his chest. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock stood proud against his abdomen. You had lube in front of you, along with a pocket pussy and a vibrator.

You ran your hands along the inner of his thighs, getting close to his cock before you ran your nails back down his thighs, feeling the way he tensed but it definitely wasn’t out of discomfort if the twitch of his cock was anything to go by.

“Ready baby?”

“Yeah…” He whispered, “I’m good.”

You opened the cap of the lube bottle, pouring enough on your fingers before you rubbed the goo between them to warm up the cold substance. After all, Jeongguk is incredibly sensitive.

You did light touches at first, only the tip of your finger trailing his shaft, just enough for him to get desperate for me, hips bucking up in search of your hand but you moved it back before he could get more. “Sit still.” You scolded him.

“Please…” He whined.

Unlike times before, you didn’t tease him too much. This time, you wrapped your hand around his cock, a groan slipping from his lips. You couldn’t help the smile on your lips, moving your hand up for one stroke and feeling his thighs flex above your own. Then you did a second stroke before running the palm of your head against his tip, precum smothering against your hand and adding to the lubrication, his hands tightening their grip on the pillow with a groan, abs flexing.

“Already getting close baby?” You laughed, watching how your muscled boyfriend hid his face in the pillow, nodding his head.

But you didn’t relent your touches, you needed him close to the edge. So, you continued the strokes, grip tightening the closer you got to his tip, thumb occasionally running across it or digging into the slit until he jerked away from your hand with a muffled cry. But of course, it only took a few strokes until you knew he was close, hips desperately thrusting into your hand and toes curled. Just when the pleasure was about to flood his veins, your hand moved away and his hips thrust into the air only to meet nothing.

With your clean hand, you provided a soothing rub against his thigh until he calmed down, face moved from the pillow and eyes catching yours. “You okay baby?”

Jeongguk immediately nodded his head and you smiled. Jeongguk knew what to say to make it all stop, just the simple word ‘red’ and you’ll stop everything the second it leaves his mouth. But instead, he only waited for you to continue, a hint of eagerness in his eyes. You couldn’t help the smirk carving its way upon your face, you wiped your dirty hand upon the towel that was beneath Jeongguk before reaching for the pocket pussy and lube.

You dribbled the liquid upon his shaft, listening to the way his breath stuttered at the coldness that contrasted against his burning skin. “Doing so good for me, baby.” You told him before you gripped his shaft, just a light one as you pressed the opening of the pocket pussy against his tip, his hips immediately going up, allowing just an inch more into the sex toy but you didn’t let him get any farther, your free hand immediately going to his hip and holding him down. “Breathe, focus on me.” You told him, pushing the toy all the way down his shaft and listening to the muffled groan he let out against the pillow, thighs tensing as he waited for you to move but, you weren’t that simple. Instead, you shuffled closer, arms on his thighs to keep him secure but leaving enough room for you to move a hand down, fingers taunting his skin before cupping his balls. You watched the way his abs flexed.

“Cute.” You muttered but before he could say anything, you moved the toy up his cock and fondled with his balls. His back arched from the bed just a little, toes curling and sounds muffled by the pillow once again.

You didn’t slow down, not one bit. The grip on the pillow only tightened, body trembling beneath your ministrations, the slick wet sounds of his cock being thrusted inside the fake pussy filled the room with his silenced groans.

It took merely a minute or two before one of his hands reached down for your wrist, your name tumbling out of his lips repeatedly when his face moved from the pillow. “Please- oh god, I can’t! Y/n, going to-”

Just when his words got stuck in his throat did you pull the toy off of him, pre-cum profusely leaking from his slit and cock twitching for relief from  its swollen state, desperate for the pleasure that was being snatched from him. His stomach pooling heat, waiting for the second he could just let go. But that wasn’t anytime soon, he had two more denials before he was allowed to come.

Jeongguk peered down at you with teary eyes, the pillow against the bottom of his face.

Sensitive.

You leaned forward, shifting onto your knees with the vibrator in hand. You pushed the pillow to rest further down his chest. His face was decorated in red and his lips formed into a pout. You giggled, leaning down to press a kiss upon them. “Remember, focus on me.” You told him, the buzz of the vibrator coming to life echoed throughout the room. You stayed leaning forward, hand by his head to keep yourself up but you moved your other hand down, grasping his cock and pressing the vibe against him, feeling the way he jerks in the palm of your hand as you moved it up, pressing the vibrator against his tip. He gasped, teeth clenching with a whine making its way out, tears falling from his eyes.

“Baby, look at me.” You whispered, his watery eyes shifting to meet yours, more whines falling from his lips. “It’s okay, you’re doing so good.” Jeongguk shifted the pillow up again, just enough to tuck it against his chin, a choked cry falling from his lips as his legs trembled, toes curling. “Breathe,” you reminded him, his hands tightening against the pillow and hearing the gasps that fall from his lips pathetically. You moved the vibrator up and down a few times, using his pre-cum as lube - not like you needed it now, his cock practically soaked with his own juices with the lube you used before.

“Hghn-” Jeongguk began shaking his head, “please, please, please-” he whined, hips moving against your hand and you could feel him pulse, reaching closer and closer and closer until-

He let out a cry, your hand moving away from his cock as you sat back and watched how it pathetically weeped against his abdomen. “-mean, mean, mean.” he mumbled, moving the pillow close enough to hide his face, nuzzling against the padded comfort.

“I know baby,” You muttered, using your free hand to rub up and down his tensed thighs ,”just one more and then we’re done and you can cum. Just one more. Do you think you can handle that, baby?”

He nodded against the pillow, peering up at you once more with hooded eyes, wet lashes fluttering. “Wanna be good.” He mumbled.

“I know, baby. You are my good boy.” You reassured him, the pad of your fingers running along his shaft and feeling him twitch beneath your touch. “You’ve been doing so good for me.”

He took a couple of breaths before he mumbled out that he was ready. His eyes watched you carefully as you turned the vibrator in hand back on, your free hand moving back to his thighs and rubbing them soothingly as you moved the vibrator closer to him, this time you pressed it against his balls first, it was not what he prepared for and his body lurched out of shock, trying to moving away from the strong vibrations but you kept him in place and moved the toy up his cock that leaked at the attention. 

The pleasure built up fast, way too fast and just as it felt like nothing could take away the impending orgasm, you did . Moving the vibrator fast away and he let out a whine that could easily be mistaken for a sob. 

Jeongguk immediately made grabby hand towards you, needing you closer and you obliged, whispers of encouragement pouring from your mouth as you leaned above him once more, his arms immediately going to wrap around your neck and bring you close enough for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, lips moving against yours slowly. All until you had to pull back for a breath. “You did so good, baby. So good for me.” You used one of your hands to brush the strands back from how it stuck to his forehead because of his sweat, he leaned into your touch. “Ready to cum?”

“Yes, please, please-” He begged.

You chuckled, hand going down to wrap around his cock and he hissed. Already so sensitive from before that it only took a few pumps for the pleasure that’s been pooling hot in his stomach to finally snap,the hot pleasure to rush through his veins and his body to shake. Tears unconsciously falling from his eyes at the numbing orgasm wracking through his body, lasting longer than any he’s had before.

You pressed kisses against his face, hands rubbing over his body until he calmed, relaxing against the bed and turning into putty beneath you.

[mitsua]

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, love obsession, hints of stalking

reader's g/n

➻ A yandere college nerd! who caught interest in you when you were the only one who talked back to him when he got an answer wrong.

➻ A yandere college nerd! who gets flustered quickly because that meant you payed attention to each and every word he said.

➻ A yandere college nerd! who starts courting you subtly after this. Name little notes appearing on your desk, your favorite candies, etc...

➻ A yandere college nerd! who overcomes his social awkwardness by walking up to you and make a quite difficult to understand talk about his favorite topic to test you.

➻ A yandere college nerd! whose eyes fill with love when you're able to keep up with his rambling and even ask or comment about what he's saying.

➻ A yandere college nerd! who sees you actions as the most pure and beautiful done by none other human to ever exist.

➻ A yandere college nerd! whose obsession starts to grow fast every day.

➻ A yandere college nerd! who doesn't get jealous easily because he knows you don't really want to talk with those ignorant, good-for-nothing, people.

➻ A yandere college nerd! who only decided to kidnap you once he saw a teacher telling lies about a topic, no matter if it's because he decided not to tell the truth about the gruesome event in history, he should not lie, especially feed you with those lies.

➻ A yandere college nerd! who decides to teach you about every topic himself.

➹ "ᴉʇ poǝs uoʇ ɯɐʇʇǝɹ ʇo ɯǝ ᴉɟ ʎon sǝǝ ʇɥᴉs ɐs ɔɹnǝl, ʎon pǝsǝɹʌǝ ǝʌǝɹʎ ʇɹnʇɥ".

pt. 2

repost from my @umitsy account 2024. likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

[outoftheseine]

- AZRIEL “THE SHADOWSINGER” FIC RECS 2 -

my broody husband | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

part one | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

my heart has wings • azriel x reader

↳ by @kymawrites

i got cursed like eve got bitten • azriel x rhysand’s sister!reader

↳ by @daycourtofficial

birds of a feather | we should stick together • azriel x reader

↳ by @serpentandlily (very angsty, unrequited love, death)

cauldron-born | part two • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @itsswritten

only in my dreams • azriel x reader

↳ by @really-fanny-longbottom (angst)

stranded • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @mcuamerica

exiled by fire • azriel x vanserra!reader

↳ by @acotar-writing

and i wouldn’t marry me, either | part two • azriel x reader

↳ by @bluetimeombre

farewell, my love • azriel x reader

↳ by @allhopesforlove

blessed mistakes • azriel x reader

↳ by @mellowmusings

despite the hatred, despite the love | part two | part three • azriel x reader

↳ by @lidiasloca

scattered vows | part two • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @azrielslightintheshadows

betrayal • azriel x oc

↳ by @liahaslosthermind

can’t bring myself to hate you • azriel x reader

↳ by @tadpolesonalgae

the spymaster’s secret • azriel x reader

↳ by @liahaslosthermind

silence | part two | part three • azriel x healer!reader

↳ by @azmageddon

sunlight in burgundy | part two • azriel x reader

↳ by @svearehnn

god’s game • azriel x oc

↳ by @toodelusionalforreality

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

anything for you • azriel x reader

↳ by @kymawrites (hurt/comfort, fluff, bad periods)

not me • azriel x reader

↳ by @azsazz (smut, angst but fluff at the end)

at the sake of you • s&r officer!azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @websterss (angst, car accident, fluff)

a helping hand • azriel x reader

↳ by @inkedinshadows (angst, comfort)

he’s my mate • azriel x reader

↳ by @moosesarecute (angst, torture, fluff, comfort)

paper trail • azriel x reader

↳ by @acotarxreader (fluff, angst, comfort, tw: dv)

i only pray, don’t fall away from me • azriel x reader

↳ by @ceoofyearning (hurt/comfort, anxiety, nightmares)

centuries coming • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @parkerslatte (angst but happy ending)

dinner and dessert • azriel x pregnant!oc

↳ by @ninthcircleofprythian (smut)

drifting away • azriel x reader

↳ by @solbaby7 (angst, mental health issues)

“i think you are pretty attractive yourself” • azriel x reader

↳ by @narnianflame (fluff)

here without you • azriel x reader

↳ by @readychilledwine (angst)

until the last breath • azriel x reader

↳ by @inkedinshadows (angst, death)

i love hate you • azriel x reader

↳ by @mika-no-sekai-blog (angst, jealousy, fluff at the end)

the other woman • azriel x necromancer!reader

↳ by @tadpolesonalgae (angst, violence)

confession • azriel x reader

↳ by @harrystylesfan2686 (very fluffy)

is it love, or just the fear of loneliness? • azriel x reader

↳ by @lidiasloca (angst, doubts, fluff)

love in ink • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @itsswritten (angst, rejection, blood)

his shadows • azriel x reader

↳ by @cyripticchronicler (fluff, slight angst, a little possessive!azriel)

no damsels here • azriel x reader

↳ by @olive-main (fluff, pining)

in every universe • azriel x reader

↳ by @illyrianbitch (fluff)

by the candlelight • azriel x reader

↳ by @manicmanuscription (suggestive, pining)

flicker out • azriel x reader

↳ by @thelov3lybookworm (angst but happy ending)

healing • azriel x reader

↳ by @cyripticchronicler (angst, torture, comfort, tw: sa)

warm • azriel x reader

↳ by @redheadspark (fluff)

weight in gold • azriel x seraphim!reader

↳ by @yiiyiiwrites (hurt/comfort, angst)

frosted hearts • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @moonlitstoriess (angst, comfort, smut)

a raging storm • azriel x reader

↳ by @svearehnn (angst)

lay your hand in mine • azriel x reader

↳ by @kymawrites (violence, hurt/comfort, smut)

escaping • azriel x reader

↳ by @eviesaurusrex (fluff)

[simonz-angel]

vampire!simon with his newest angel

his nose cranes, sliding along the soft of your throat. it’s horrible, his cock twitching and mouth watering at the sweeetttt smell of your blood. you’re so warm, your blood running nice n hot, pumping your heart full of the thick, savory crimson.

“i’m so hungry,” he groans, blunt rolling up his coarse throat. you’ve got him on the edge, so desperate to sink his pretty canines deep into the vital arteries of your throat. he wants so badly to suck you clean, leave you limp and on the edge of life. “let me have a taste, please, baby? i’ll be gentle, please?”

his cold, pale lips press a whine across your shoulder, tongue gliding up your neck just to have you nervously gulping, to bring your heart racing. he’s pumping you up just to take, to feed off you.

“just a taste, si…”

[outofrealms]

Isekai’d as the Demon King’s Therapist

Synopsis: Y/N is summoned to a fantasy world… not as a hero, but as the Demon King’s personal therapist. Turns out, the Demon King has major burnout and trust issues from all the hero invasions.

Introduction

A lavish, dark throne room that looks like it belongs in an edgy heavy metal music video. Black marble everywhere, skull chandeliers, fire pits lining the walls. The Demon King Zarvath sits on a massive obsidian throne, looking bored and annoyed.

Y/N (calmly): “So… you’re feeling burned out?”

Demon King Zarvath (raises an eyebrow): “Obviously. Do you know how exhausting it is to manage an entire army, conquer kingdoms, and keep up with centuries of family expectations?”

Y/N casually pulls out a clipboard.

Y/N: “Right. Classic work-life imbalance. Let’s start by identifying your stress triggers. What is the most frustrating part of your job?”

Zarvath (leans forward, eyes glowing red): “Heroes.”

His voice echoes menacingly, shaking the room.

Zarvath: “Every week, some idiot with a sword barge in, shouting about destiny and justice. Do you know how many times I’ve been stabbed in the chest this month? Four. FOUR TIMES.”

Y/N: (nods sympathetically): “Sounds rough. Have you ever considered setting boundaries?”

Zarvath: “Boundaries?”

Y/N: “Yeah, like… telling the heroes they need to schedule appointments. Maybe setting up a sign at the castle gate: ‘No walk-ins after 5 PM.’”

Zarvath strokes his chin, intrigued.

Zarvath: “Huh. That’s… not a terrible idea.”

He snaps his fingers, summoning an imp.

Zarvath: “Implement this. Make the sign ominous but professional.”

Y/N: “Good start! Now, let’s talk about self-care. What do you do to unwind?”

Zarvath: “Unwind?”

He looks confused, as if the word is foreign to him.

Y/N: “Yeah, hobbies. Interests. Anything that makes you happy.”

Zarvath: “I… crush rebellions?”

Y/N: “Mm, okay. Let’s find something a bit less… violent. Have you ever tried painting?”

Zarvath (suspicious): “Painting?”

Y/N: “Yeah. It’s surprisingly therapeutic. Plus, you can paint your enemies being defeated. Very cathartic.”

Zarvath: “...Interesting.”

He leans back on his throne, imagining it.

Zarvath: “Fine. I will paint. But if this doesn’t reduce my stress levels, I’ll burn your village to the ground.”

Y/N (unfazed): “Deal. Let’s meet again in a week to check on your progress. Try journaling, too.”

The imp returns with a fresh scroll.

Imp: “Master, the ominous-but-professional sign is ready.”

Zarvath: “Good. What does it say?”

Imp (reading): “‘BY APPOINTMENT ONLY. HEROES WHO IGNORE THIS WILL BE SMITED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE.’”

Y/N: “Perfect. You’re already setting healthier boundaries.”

[thedropsofblood]

So glad to see that your requests are open <3 love all your fics(especially general one..... what a man.....). Can I request a pirate/yandere x merman/siren reader? 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁

The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?

Warnings: human x siren relationship, dom reader (?) but technically you're a switch, siren male reader, blood drinking, making out underwater, hand job (reader giving), GN but made with male reader in mind.

Summary: A pirate got too curious and almost became your meal.

It is said that meeting a siren in the middle of the sea is a pirate's worst nightmare, yet it felt like the opposite to him.

Him and his crew were celebrating a successful heist, the thick smell of alcohol filled the board, but instead of focusing on the music, he was distracted by the sight of you underneath the water. He rested his elbows on the wooden railings of the ship, looking down intently on the water. He knew he wasn't hallucinating you, there's no way he was, he was a criminal but he wasn't crazy.

Instead of brushing it off as nothing, he kept his gaze on the water underneath, almost mesmerized by his own curiosity. He only snapped out of his own thoughts when one of his crew members placed a firm grip on his shoulder. He excused himself out and back into his room, yet, he couldn't keep his mind off of your silhouette. There's something about you that's strangely mesmerising to him, it felt like he had seen you once before.

Laying on his head, he found himself sleepless despite his tiredness. His hand moving up to brush his hair out of his face out of frustration. He knew he shouldn't try and investigate you further, but he couldn't help it. There's something about you that just, draws him in, and he doesn't know if he likes it or not.

He clicked his tongue, lighting up his lantern before setting off towards the main dock where he spotted you earlier. The night was so much colder than he expected but he held on, before he could get onto the dock, his body tensed up completely at the sound of someone singing. The sound sends a shiver through his spine, making him swallow a lump in his throat nervously.

He carefully sets down his lantern somewhere safe before going over to where he previously stood. He scanned the surrounding water as much as he could with the moonlight, and his previous suspicions were correct. He wasn't drunk, he wasn't hallucinating, no, he did see a siren, and a beautiful one at that.

He couldn't even find the strength to breath as he's mesmerized by the sight of you, humming a song, looking up directly at him with a smile. And suddenly his knees felt like jelly, he knelt down onto the wooden floor as he leaned over to look at you. The way the moonlight shines on your face, that way the water dropped down from your hair, it felt magical.

So imagine how scared he was when you disappeared back into the ocean. And in a moment of panic, he found himself jumping down along with you. He tried searching for even a singular hint of you, for that similar face, for that siren tail, for your hypnotic voice, yet there was nothing but silence. The sense of dread that filled him in that moment was undescribable. He had always hated being in deep water for this reason, what if the figure he saw in the corner of his eye was a shark? What if you're just a hallucination and he's currently drowning right now? Worse, what if you're real and you just wanted to lure him to his death?...

That is, until he felt something pressed against his lips. And he frantically blinked to clear his vision, his gaze softening at the sight of your eyes. His hands moved to grip onto your waist, his other hand pushing the back of your neck towards him, as if wanting to trap you in this kiss forever, despite knowing how unreachable that goal is.

If anyone's trapped, it's him, both mentally and physically. He didn't want to leave you, and even if he wanted to, your tail wrapping the lower half of his body surely wouldn't let him go. This was dangerous, he knew it, yet he couldn't care any less. The water around his body only felt like a warm hug from you, and the kindness of you to transfer him air with your mouth? If you were a human, he's sure he'd have your hand in marriage by now.

He struggled to get out of the water and gasped for air when you bit down on his neck, licking off the blood mark. You had the decency to not pull him back down into the water right afterwards, instead, pushing him onto a nearby rock and continued your barrage on his neck. His hand gripped onto your hair as he grits his teeth, breathless gasps escaping his throat.

How lightheaded he was when your hands went to unbuckle his belt, the feeling of your thumb brushing over the tip of his dick, the gentle strokes that made him leak precum onto your hand and down onto the cold surface underneath. You were going to be the death of him one day, and he was completely content with that.

His hand gripped harshly on your hair to force your head back, stealing the breaths right out of your mouth and encapsulating you in a kiss, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath. He wanted to devour you whole, to make it so you'll never sing for anyone else but him, to make it so the only pirate you will ever eat is him and him alone, even if he had to die for it.

He bit down on your lips, tasting the irony of your blood in his mouth. You tasted like the finest meal he had ever had the luxury of getting his hands on, your cold touches were surprisingly comforting in the freezing night, the way you had him in the palm of your hand-

His vision went all white, he almost bit down on his tongue as his ears rang a loud noise. He pulled you off his lips, looking at your swollen ones and down on your cum stained hand. Shit, even his outfit was ruined beyond recognition because of the water earlier. He wasn't worried about being scolded by the other crew members later, he was more worried about not being able to see you again after this.

He was quickly proven wrong though, when you pulled him towards you and into the water, your arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss, a stupid smile on your lips. If you want him to be addicted to you this badly, then he'll gladly cooperate.

As expected, he was brutally scolded by the other members for sleep walking out of the ship (you lured him), ending up with horrible cuts and bruises (you bit his neck and shoulders beyond recognition), and a nasty fever (also your fault for keeping him underwater for so long).

Despite that, he didn't seem upset at the punishments like he usually was. Hell, he even seemed happier than usual, to the shock of the other members. Some crew members even thought he went crazy or got possessed after hearing him speaking to himself in his room.

That is, until they peeked through the creek of his bedroom door and caught sight of him talking to you through the window, even feeding you spare shrimps and fishes he caught earlier today. They wanted to interfere until they saw him place a kiss on your forehead, causing them to halt and quickly scatter back to their duty. They didn't know what to be more worried about, the fact that their captain had managed to befriend a siren or the fact that you left your marks on him.

A/N: Thank you sm for loving my fics you don't know how much it means to me. I love that fic too ngl, I'm so sad past me did him a little dirty, I'm thinking of rewriting him just bc of it 😭🙏 Sorry your request took a while btw, I had to rewrite it 3 times bc tumblr kept rejecting to save the draft + I wasn't satisfied with one of them.