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1-800-call-god · 5 months ago

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Been having a lil thought plague my mind again... I mean honestly my brain just has a knack for thinking about stuff and not letting it go-

See the thought of maybe 141 or konig w/horangi, the type of obsessive people who see a pretty thing one day and form an interest with a passing interaction, someone they've obsessed over and stalked but never truly learned about who they are on the inside.

They watched them in public and occasionally left gifts on their doorstep, watching their doorstep from afar to see them accept their gifts with a satisfied smile and curiosity. Never approaching or entering their space, never feeling the need.

Unfortunately their love interest is always hanging out with their silly best friend but they get to see an interesting smile on their love interests face everytime they are with their best friend that they just don't have when they are alone. And honestly their darling doesn't seem to spend much time at home. Always spending time with their friend and in groups of people.

So what do they do? They take their friend too! Got to have their lovely darling adjust to their new life hm? What better way to adjust with your favorite friend?

But what they weren't expecting was just how bad their darling could be behind the scenes.

Their poor best friend, you, always had to be the one to deal with them and try to calm them down. It's why darling didn't have many friends because their personality truly wasn't the best. All the groups they hung out with were superficial and toxic.

They complained about everything, and every punishment resulted in a temper tantrum. Every single time and no matter how badly they tried to get their darling to just stop acting that way, it seemed to only make it worse. Isolation did nothing but only make them scream till they lost their voice. If they punished darling physically, they would find a way to hurt them in the process. Whether biting or scratching or even grabbing whatever sharp object they could find. Never seeming to care about taking their own life but always one of theirs.

Even if they forced their desires on your best friend, they would always react unexpectedly, using teeth or rubbing on them just to get off. Even when they tied their limbs, they would lay there and accept the pleasure until they were finished, unleashing all sorts of degrading insults the moment they were satisfied.

You though? You were more skittish than anything. Afraid of everyone in the house, even your best friend. You dealt with the aftermath of their tantrums as you often did before the kidnapping. You let them berate you and cuss at you and just put on a wry smile as you tried to calm them down. You were afraid that one day, their anger would get one of you killed and you didn't want to find out who or what happens after.

You did chores around the place, far more trusted in the house. But because you were more trusted, you knew that chance of escape was very little. You saw each exit and observed your abductors closely, noticing that they were more on guard due to how their darling acted. And your quiet observation made your best friend harass you more. Always yelling and even hitting you when things went wrong out of sight from the kidnappers. They never knew just how badly your best friend treated you, just that they yelled at you nearly as much as they yelled at them.

So as time passes, they grow tired of your best friend. They weren't the person they imagined, their delusion breaking as they stared at the photos they collected. They noticed that you were often in each photo despite how they tried to get their darling alone in them.

As they stared they thought on your behavior. Your gentleness despite the yelling your friend would throw your way, the way you gave them tips to try and get close to your friend (in hopes that if you earned good favor with them that they wouldn't hurt you if their friend ever did something enough to make them lash out). You would take in mind how they liked the laundry done and would try making tasty things to eat and even take requests if they were having cravings. Mostly you made dishes you knew your friend liked to try and cheer them up.

Sometimes you'd also joke a little when your friend made them upset, a small smile gracing your features when your kidnappers would actually crack a laugh at your attempt at making their mood lighter.

When they looked at the photos they realized they never actually saw you smile in a single one. You looked nervous and anxious in most and when shopping there were times when you looked downright upset at whatever your friend might have said.

As the days went by after their unfortunate realization, they spent their time leaving your friend to themselves, letting them plot whatever silly thing that goes on in their mind. And they turn their attention to observing you.

They watched your little habits, how sometimes you'd hum to yourself while doing mindless things and how you'd read the books that they had lying around the house when you weren't doing chores.

They noticed you wore comfy clothing, long sleeves, and comfortable pants, that being the only thing you requested when they went and bought your friend clothes. You never asked for much while your friend asked for the most. And when you did ask, you always said, "It's okay if you can't.." at the end of every request.

You sometimes requested snacks to eat, cheap junk food usually, but they noticed that you seemed to relax when you ate. If you ate something that you deemed very tasty they could see a big smile reach your lips.

You would answer questions honestly and never lied but would avoid talking about what your friend was telling you when in private, often saying, "It's um, not very nice and half the time they aren't very happy..".

They eventually wanted to see what you looked like when in private, how you acted in that room with your friend around. So they did something they didn't think they would have to do. They installed a camera in the room secretly while you and your friend were bathing in the bathroom and bid their time till nightfall when they usually locked you in the room together.

They just gathered around the screen and watched as your friend paced the room, their thumbnail being bitten off almost to their nail bed before they looked over to you, who looked like you were nearly cowering on the corner of the matress, your knees pulled up to your chest.

They noticed the terrified expression on your features when your friend faced you. They started going off on how they needed to escape, yelling at you for your cowardly nature and how you seemed to accept everything. How could you just sit there and accept it as it is? How could you act nice to them? If you weren't such a sensitive little bitch then they'd finally be out of this hell hole!

All the foiled escape attempts because you told them this place was too secure and even if there was a chance that you two didn't know where you were, your voice trembling as you tried to explain further. But they only continued on their verbal assault, still visibly upset.

They berated you verbally till it wasn't verbal anymore, your arms going up to defend yourself from their sudden violent mood change, blaming you and cursing you for how they are treated by your abductors.

They dragged you onto the floor, their nails digging into flesh and drawing small red lines across your skin, the shirt you wore tearing at their actions from how roughly you were dragged around.

You pleaded with them that you were just trying to difuse your abductors anger with them, that you didn't want your friend to be hurt and if your friend would calm down for a couple of days maybe they would treat them better! Your hopeful words didn't seem to make them calm down, infact it seemed to anger them further.

Before they knew it, they watched your friend wrap their hands around your neck, yelling at you. They didn't expect to see the resignation in your eyes as you cried, your hands barely managing to squeeze their wrists in retaliation, choked sobs of "I'm sorry" leaving your lips over and over until all that came out were harsh sounds of you struggling to breathe.

A sudden realization dawning on them that you were the one they truly needed, not that fool of a best friend. So they acted quickly, rushing to the room they kept you in, dragging your best friend off you. They tried to check you over visually, your legs kicking at the ground to back away from all of them. Your torn shirt revealing a few bruises on your torso from what they could only assume was other outbursts they hadn't witnessed.

They held their former obsession tight, bruises forming on their arms as fast as the bruises on your neck formed. Your kidnappers eyes held regret and anger, a few trying to approach you but a that left your throat was strained sobs, your arms lifting to hug yourself as you rocked back and forth in an effort to self soothe.

The fear in your eyes only worsened when one tried to get near, your arms going up to defend yourself from whatever you thought they might do.

They knew they couldn't approach now, not when you were like this. And as much as they longed to comfort you they didn't deserve to in that moment, not with the heathen they brought into their home and was still trying to escape their grasp to get at you.

Oh how much they regret wasting time on such a worthless person when clearly they should have been looking right at you all along.

So of course they gotta make it up to you no?

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1-800-call-god · 9 months ago

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Kraken!Merman!König finding the lost boat of Fisher!Reader and falling in love the second he sees you. All drowsy and delirious from thirst, skin dry and burnt from no shade. He coos to you as he scoops you up with his tentacles and brings you to a solitary cave on a long undiscovered island. Nursing you back to health little by little, panicking everytime he gets something wrong. But he’s so happy when you’re at full health! Purring and nuzzling you as he holds you close. What was that? Leave? Why would you want to leave :(((( Sorry Sweet One, but he just can’t allow his adorable new mate out of his sight. 🧡🧡🧡

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1-800-call-god · 9 months ago

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Men who slip a wedding ring on your finger while they're fucking you dumb. You're as married in his mind now

Tag your favourite fictional man

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1-800-call-god · 10 months ago

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I'm 99.9% sure you had an au where killer Ghost kidnapped Soap and was just holding him captive, and also a follow up of the same au with Price and Graves. Do you know where I can find it? I love those fics :3

I found them all for you!

PriceGraves

SoapGhost

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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1-800-call-god · 11 months ago

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*slides briefcase across the table*

You know what I’m here for.

(Please please give them both animal ears and wings. Please I will kill myself if you don’t🥰🥰)

If you want to read this as König being mildly obsessive or that his species actually has soulmates, that is up to you guys. Vote in the comments or something lol

If you guys want a part 2, send me an ask!!

König stalked through the underbrush, listening closely. He felt distinctly out of place in this heavily plant filled area. Brambles and vines clung to his legs as he walked.

The trees weren’t too bad though. Tall and looming.

His presence must’ve scared everything living off besides a few chirping bird.

There was no indication he could really point out. Nothing that screamed you’re about to be attacked.

He knew though. Right as the person descended on him. Huge moth like wings blocking out the goddamn sun as the blade flashed in their hand.

König dodged it at the last second, pulling out his own knife.

The person was… tiny. Well, for his species, he was probably a fine height. But König was close to 8’6 and this tiny person looked to be 5’10. Their wings flared out to make themself look bigger, the leather armor clinging to him. It was a fair bit more conservative to König��s. His face covered, sunglasses on.

König’s own armor was metal pieces over his sensitive areas with fishnet like material to connect them. It was meant for ease of movement where this person’s looked to be made more to take hits.

“Tiny…” König mumbled.

The person started to talk at him, but he didn’t understand the language. He moved closer to him and the person lashed out, their blades meeting in the air.

Their wings were so pretty. König wondered what they’d feel like. Furry? Maybe?

König hummed and stared down at him. He was still hissing curses at him but he didn’t magically understand the language anymore than he did when he first started speaking.

“König.” He said to the person before pointing at himself, not at all bothered by the blade that kept swinging at him.

The person paused and König repeated it, trying to show that was his name.

“Horangi.” He provided after a moment before trying to rush him. Why they were fighting was lost on König. Maybe he had accidentally got on his territory?

König grabbed his arm and flipped him to the ground, pinning him down with his weight against Horangi’s back. His thighs were on either side of his hips, hand on the space between his shoulders.

Horangi looked… embarrassed. König could just barely see his eyes behind the dark glass over them.

“Don’t feel bad. I am ve-” Horangi did a move, flipping them over. He put the blade to König’s throat.

König looked up at him. Oh. He was very pretty. The wings blotted out the sun, making shadows fall around him. His hands settled on his hips. His own skin had swirls of gold all over it, making dizzying patterns that in a way complimented the dark splotches of Horangi’s wings. He blinked up at Horangi, smiling.

Horangi looked irritated at him, though substantially less angry. Blade pressed harder against his throat. König exposed his throat more in response. His hood covered all of his face but his eyes, but even through the fabric, the blade still managed to press right against his jugular.

König flipped them again, this time between Horangi’s legs, his hands pressing the wings down. They were furry feeling. And very soft. Horangi immediately started to kick at him but seeing as König was between his legs, it didn’t really work. His arms went to hit him and he caught his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head.

It didn’t really occur to König how intimate the position probably felt until Horangi looked at where his hips were pressed against Horangi’s inner thighs.

Ah.

Oops?

Horangi stared at him, a flush clear on the little bit of skin König could see. He pressed the tiniest bit closer.

His team wouldn’t be there for a while since they split up.

König got flustered and went to pull away but Horangi’s legs wrapped around him and pulled him back. Ah. He could’ve easily pulled away. Horangi wasn’t in the position to get much leverage, even though König could feel the strong muscles underneath.

It wouldn’t be a crime to… He pressed just a tiny bit closer, despite how flustered he was. Horangi purred, rolling his hips.

Oh.

König flushed and gently let go of his wrists to grab his waist instead. Tiny. He rolled his hips back, feeling a delightful pressure against his bulge.

After some consideration, he pulled on Horangi’s laces, watching the armor loose before he could take his pants off. Horangi immediately smirked at him and even through the mask, König could see it.

How come even though he was pinned and König was the one pulling at his clothing did it still feel that Horangi was in control?

König flushed and suddenly felt rather embarrassed but he pressed closer, wanting more. Horangi took König’s clothes off quickly, wings fluttering slightly with excitement. They started to grind against each other before König got his hands on him, turning him over so he was on his front.

Horangi went to pull away and König bound his hands, stroking his wings gently. He followed the outline of them and watched him tense before shuddering into his grip. König had oil in his gear for his weapons that he poured over his fingers to gently push into Horangi. One hand stayed on his shoulder to keep him down, hearing his gasp of surprise followed by very soft moans. It was so sweet sounding.

König purred at him and laid over his back as he worked him open. With how small he was, König wanted to be careful. He kept his mask on and gave Horangi the same dignity, nuzzling against his shoulder. Horangi’s eyes were closed tight as he moaned and whined, pressing back against his fingers. His eyelashes fluttered as König’s fingers dug in deeper.

König pulled away and got the rest of his gear off, keeping Horangi pinned. He glanced up at König, batting his eyelashes and trying to look at him.

König got flustered and quickly tried to distract. His body was… He had more of the swirls and scars and he did not find himself very pretty. He very much doubted Horangi would find him pretty.

Instead, he lined up, wrapping his arms around him so his back was pressed to König’s chest.

“I know you can’t understand me, but just relax.” König cooed and Horangi flushed more, leaning up. The binds on his wrist kept him from moving too much. Gently, carefully, he pushed into him, surprised by how warm he felt. He was also so perfectly tight.

Horangi tensed up and König gently rubbed his back until he relaxed again so he could keep pushing into him.

“Good boy.”

Horangi murmured something in his own language at him, legs shaking slightly. König held his hips to keep him stable, not wanting him to fall. He thrust in, hearing Horangi wail.

“You’re so much more sensitive than my previous partners.” König mumbled to him. “I want to… touch you more. Your skin is so soft.” His hands trailed down his sides, feeling him all over. He gently tugged his wings and Horangi’s back arched, a soft moan breaking from his mouth.

His thrust grew faster and he did… something that had Horangi scratching at his binds, trying to shove him back against him.

König flipped him on to his back again, pinning his tied hands above his head as he thrust into him again. His cock made a small bulge in Horangi’s stomach and if he had the time, he’d love to mark the area. Honestly, he wanted to stay there and mark every inch of Horangi. Bite and lick his way across his whole body.

But they were two strangers and not much else. He shouldn’t get so attached. They also didn’t have much time.

König put his forehead on Horangi’s and thrust in again, getting the same result as before. He pounded into the nerves in Horangi’s body, feeling him start to tense and pant. Horangi yanked out of his grip to yank his mask down. His fingers tangled themselves into König’s hood as his head fell back.

König looked at his gorgeous face. The soft skin, the scars on either side of his mouth that looked like whiskers. He wondered where they got there.

He wasn’t paying attention.

Horangi lifted his mask and kissed him.

König felt panicked. Did Horangi’s species considering this as intimate as König’s did?

His heart started to pound as he melted into Horangi.

Something curled through his thoughts.

My heart.

My stars.

My love.

König came in him, quickly stroking Horangi to help him finish. He’d have to take him home. He would have to get his bed fixed so it would be shorter. The way it was Horanig would have a problem getting on it.

Horangi came and then sank his teeth into his bindings, ripping straight through it. He flipped König before standing up and stretching.

“What are you…” Horangi shut him up with another kiss and König’s eyes closed instinctively.

Please keep kissing me.

Horangi pulled away and was gone before König even opened his eyes. He had to clean himself up, alone. This feeling was not nearly as nice as the feeling of being kissed.

“König.” His hand swiveled to see Ghost of all people. Catching him crying. Ah, that’s embarrassing. “You okay?”

“I… uh…”

“You reek of sex.”

“I think I found my soulmate and they left!” König threw himself at Ghost who grimaced.

“Oh… Wow. Um.. Huh…”

“They kissed me. Twice!”

Ghost pulled away. “Seriously?? Twice? And they just left you?”

“Yes!”

Ghost patted him, which was a bit awkward since König was almost a foot taller than him. “Don’t worry buddy. Uh.. Shit look this is more Price’s thing. If it’s meant to be, I’m sure you’ll see him again?”

König started to cry again.

“Okay, okay. Um.. Do you want me to help you lookkfor him?” Ghost did not look the happiest about this idea.

“Yes, please.”

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1-800-call-god · 1 year ago

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Tw:kidnapping, wrestling.

Duo part 2 expectancy

Yandere erasermic x fem reader

Before starting, I don't think the 'reader' is dumb she just have a lot of positivity that clouds her thinking lol.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

Part 1

When aizawa told you his husband was coming soon. You were dreading the arrival all day long, yet he didn't appear.

"Maybe tomorrow" the other person in the flat grunted. Even though he had his usual cold face, the way he angrily slammed the door was enough to notice his mood.

Inversely, you were relieved (a litle happy too). Being on edge with one insane person was stressful enough, but two people was bound to give you a heart attack. "Hold on..." A word escaped your lips as you come to a realization. "Maybe Present mic is not as crazy...he could save me. He is a real hero after all" you start rumbling, to yourself of course.

"And also they are polar opposites, they probably have almost nothing in common. That includes morals, right?"

Filled with hope, now you also waited patiently his appearance. Falling asleep in the living room sofa.

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"Breakfast is served, get up" a male voice wakes you up. You can recognize it instantly by now and so you put on your best behavior. "good morning" you says cheerfully following his order and going to eat the food.

If everything went well you wont have to put up with this for much longer.

Suddenly the door is smashed open, a tall man entering with a colorful suitcase. "I'M BACK!" he shouted. Not waiting a second, he started talking to his husband "babe, this mission was sooo hard. But the hardest part was being without you love! I'VE MISSSSSS YOUUUU" after the cringe greetings he finally noticed you.

In less that 30 seconds he was already in front of you. He took his glasses off to get a better look at your face."Hel-" you started to beg but at the same time he locked eyes with the other hero, and a big smile appeared in their faces. You decided to keep your mouth shut for the time being, preferring to listen. As your expectations shatters.

"shouta... you didn't tell me" after a kiss between them the black haired man replied "I wanted to be a surprise, I didn't expect the job taking this much time".

While they were all smiles, you in the other hand were crumbling inside. Of course they were both crazy. You definitely had the worst of lucks.

With a sigh you looked to the opposite direction of the lovebirds. The door was still open, you notice. Maybe your luck wasn't that bad after all. Taking advantage of the hero's slip, you run as fast as you can towards the exit.

You hear rapid steps and even though you try to run faster, present mic manages to captured you. Throwing you to the floor and ending up with your wrists being held behind your back . Your Stomach smashing the ground as one of his knees keeps you down for good measure.

Aizawa approaches and lets go of a deep sigh, before looking at you disappointed. "I though she was adapting well for a second... but behavior wont be a problem now that you re back, love." He says looking at the other man getting closer enough for another a deep kiss. "I've also missed you, my body was beginning to ache for the waiting" shouta confess with chuckle.

Then the blond utter his request "Then...should we give our rebellious baby a punishment? That would be a hot welcome back"

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Postdata: I wonder what her punishment could be... Perhaps she isn't that unlucky.

Part 3 in the making

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1-800-call-god · 1 year ago

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Scream For Me

EraserMic x Readere

Horror Movie: Scream

"Do you like scary movies?"

(y/n) rolled their eyes at the words the stranger on the phone spoke. Yes, they did in fact like scary movies. And they were well aware where this is going.

"Why do you want to know? Planning on coming over and re-enacting one with me?" They said sarcastically.

The person on the phone chuckled and responded "I wouldn't mind. Any ideas on which one we should role play?"

(y/n) smirked and replied "I don't know if I want to play with you. I don't even know your name "

The person said, without hitting a beat "(y/n), you know my name. Do you want to guess?"

(y/n) felt annoyed. "So you are playing a dumbass prank."

The person seemed to take offense to their words. "I would never do such a thing to you. I am completely genuine. If you don't want to guess, why don't you look out the window."

This sent a chill down (y/n)'s spine. They go to the window and see a dark figure staring back at them. They jump back and fall on their butt.

The person seemed amused by this reaction. "I thought you wanted to know who I was. Why so scared?"

"How do you know where I live?" (y/n) spat.

"I've been watching you for a while. Been wanting to talk to you like this for so long." The person continues "Though, I am concerned for you, there is a murderer out here and you didn't even lock your back door."

(y/n) froze, terrified. The person speaking to them knew the door was unlocked, could this person be the killer?

They couldn't continue this thought for very long, due to the hand on their shoulder.

"Peek a boo." A voice whispered behind them. (y/n) whipped their head around to see Yamada. A popular guy at their school. Known to be loud and playful, though he didn't feel playful as he had a knife to (y/n)'s throat.

Another person walks in, probably the person who was speaking to (y/n) earlier.

(y/n) recognized her immediately. Aizawa, Yamada's best friend. The intimidating man who was practically a guard dog for Yamada.

The two were the heartthrobs of the school.

"Now (y/n), I know you must be so confused right now. But you are going to be good for us and give Shou your phone." Yamada said in a light but threatening voice.

(y/n) complied, they didn't know how dangerous these men could get.

"Good" Yamada purred "Now this might hurt a little, but we don't want you knowing where our new home is. I know how stubborn you can be. As cute as it is, Shou and I just want to make sure you stay with us forever. And hey, on the bright side, no more people will have to die when you are with us!"

(y/n) was confused but that confusion was cut off with a thud as pain flooded their head and their vision turned black.

When (y/n) was unconscious, Aizawa was scolded for hitting them too hard.

"Could have been more gentle Shou! What if they get a concussion!" Yamada said

"Then we can take care of them. 'Zashi, aren't you excited? We finally have our love in our possession now, and no one can keep them away from us again." Aizawa said as he carried (y/n) to his car, ready to take them to their new life as Yamada's and Aizawa's lover.

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1-800-call-god · 1 year ago

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what happens when you leave könig anyway for cheating?

cw: kidnapping, cheating. 18+

well, he'll go absolutely insane without you.

despite his attempts at keeping you, you decided to leave regardless. könig knew what he was doing when he went out, got drunk and cheated on you, it was his full intention – although, he quickly began regretting it, being humbled and realising that you weren't just insecure, instead unable to forgive his untrustworthiness.

instead, he'd seek you out. he'd track your phone, find you in an apartment, where he could almost hear the sounds of your sobbing through the thin walls, the faint noises causing könig's stomach to churn with guilt. all he needed was your address, before he could begin with his plan at keeping you for himself.

you'd begin going out with your friends for a night out more often, attempting to forget about all the sadness washing over you and keeping you locked inside all day. he'd stalk you in the pubs and the clubs, watching you from afar with an overprotective eye. könig began getting jealous at the sight of you flirting with other men. he wished so badly to take back what he'd done, or to tell you that flirting with other men in an attempt to forget about him was useless; he'd always be on your mind, lingering, even when you're unaware.

whilst drunk, you were pliant, easy to control and manipulate. you barely looked at his face, stumbling into his strong arms whilst your friends were distracted with other perverted men, a cloth over your mouth causing your body to become limp and almost lifeless in his arms. tied with rope in the back of his car, and gagged. poor thing, looking so unkempt from all the alcohol you'd consumed; your hair a mess, your lipstick smudged from making out with randoms, and your mascara smeared from sobbing a little.

you look so frightened – so mortified to see könig once again, looking down at the shackles on your ankle, your wrists bound and chained against the concrete wall.

don't you realise? this is where you belong; in the safety of könig's arms... ;(

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1-800-call-god · 1 year ago

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Yandere actor x extra’s character reader (idk how to shorten it tbh kinda wants to suggest a small spin on an original thing I saw, maybe the actor mistakes the reader as one of the leading females? Idk it’s your idea enjoy my love Friend)

I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be an AU of a prexisting OC or if you wanted a new OC - either way, I decided to make a new OC. I hope this is okay!

OC Intro - Chase

Playboy Yandere

Male ♡ 26 ♡ Human ♡ Killer Actor

TW: Mentions of death, murder and serial killing, stalking, obsession, objectifying behaviour, manipulation

♡ - He’s a household name, he’s adored, he’s good looking, he’s rich - Chase has everything a star could dream of, including the company of anyone he desires.

♡ - He was known to be a flirt and a playboy, having slept with most of his co-stars at some point or other. His fame and wealth had made him entitled and people were just another luxury for him to use and discard.

♡ - So when he walked into set on the first day of a new films production, and he saw you sitting in a corner, flicking through a script, he naturally assumed that you’d be the next notch on his bedpost, although it was a little strange to him that he didn’t recognise you - perhaps he’d just somehow missed the other films that you’d starred in.

♡ - He walks up to you, confident, catching your gaze as you briefly look away from the script. He flashes you a calculated smile, one that looks friendly but lacks any warmth.

♡ - “Practicing your lines?” He asks, leaning over you until you’re both unbearably close. “You know, it’s easier to memorise them with someone else. Perhaps we could go somewhere quiet sometime and practice together.”

♡ - You give him a perplexed look, one that bruises his ego. He holds back a sneer. Who were you to think that you were somehow too good for him?

♡ - Before he can say anything, the director comes over with another actor, pulling Chase away as he introduces him to his actual co-star.

♡ - Chase is grateful for the sunglasses he was wearing which hid his surprised expression as the penny finally dropped. You weren’t his co-star. You were just an extra. That’s why he didn’t recognise you.

♡ - No wonder you gave him a strange look when he tried to lure you back to his dressing room, it wasn’t that you thought you were too good for him, it’s that you thought he was too good for you.

♡ - But he didn’t care that you weren’t some famous star like the people he usually seduced - he was already smitten with you, and he was determined to win - and break - your heart at any cost it took.

♡ - He kept his sunglasses on nearly all the time on set in order to watch you without being noticed. He’d flash you more cold, forced smiles when he could. You’d sometimes come on set early to find that some lavish, anonymous gift had been left in your dressing room.

♡ - And when he still wasn’t getting enough chances to talk to you, he decides that he had to step it up a notch.

♡ - When his co-star ends up the latest victim of a serial killer, it’s tragic news that shakes the film industry to its core, and screeches production of the film to a halt - after all, how can you film without one of the leading actors?

♡ - Chase is the first to suggest running an audition from among the pool of extras - he even volunteers to help judge the auditions himself, to ensure the new actor has good chemistry with him.

♡ - And he makes sure to fill the director and producer with stories of how you were such a good friend and confidant for his late co-star, even if he was stretching the truth somewhat.

♡ - The night after the auditions, you end up leaving late after being the last to go. You aren’t sure if your performance was good enough, but it doesn’t matter too much to you. You like being an extra, and like blending in to the background. You have no clue that someone else has other ideas for you.

♡ - Chase sees you leaving late and offers you a lift with his chauffeur. After all, you can’t walk alone in the dark - there’s a serial killer about, and you never know just how close they may be.

Personality

Chase is bold, brash, aggressive and cold. He��s materialistic and to him, every action is a means to an end, the end usually being his own hedonistic pleasure. He relentlessly pursues his darling and isn’t afraid to try buttering them up with lavish gifts and displays of wealth, nor is he afraid to get violent the moment his gifts don’t win his darling over. He enjoys killing for fun occasionally, able to cover his tracks with the resources and privileges he’s accrued over a wildly successful career and while he’d love to see his darling crying and begging for mercy, he’d never kill them - it’s so much more fun to keep them alive, so he can toy with them over and over.

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1-800-call-god · 1 year ago

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[18+]

Yan who is quite literally dick height when standing next to their darling. Massive monster/demon darling who's aware/a little self conscious of how big they are compared to humans. Slouches wherever they go in the human world because if they straight their back for a second their cock will be in some poor humans face flaccid or not. Darling can see why humans prefer to wear clothing after a day in their territory compared to others like them back home. Walking around without clothes is a lot less troubling when everyone around you isn't half your size.

It takes all of Yan's will not to lick all over Darling's body when they are at the perfect height to worship their darling at any given moment. If Darling stands even an inch too close to them their dick would prod the human's cheek. Yan places their lips right over the shape of darling's cock whenever they're able to rope them into a hug. Fantastizes about hugging the demon's broad thighs while kissing their heavy balls and shaft, using their tongue and hands to satisfy their mate since there's no way darling can fit inside them.... Without some prep beforehand. Darling insists that they shouldn't try penetration of any kind, but Yan can visibly see and feel that at least one part of them is curious if they can...

Imagine this with Werewolf bodyguard reader.... Big ass wolf just walking around almost knocking people over with their.... I need to stop.

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1-800-call-god · 1 year ago

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Yandere Emperor Bisexual headcanons:

Warning: Mention of kidnapping, violence, murder, abuse, etc. This is just for +18 only.

1.- You probably would be his male consort, concubine or the "male wife" in some way or another.

2.- You could have been a villager, a soldier, a noble or just his favorite servant.

3.- Yes, this would make people doubt the emperor's sexuality, including the women in his harem.

4.- Speaking of people, he wouldn´t let you see or talk to anyone other than himself and a few servants under HIS supervision and HIS approval. If you dare to break that rule not only will that person you are talking to (without his permission, obviously) be punished, but he would punish you with some spankings, tying you up and isolating you with him in his palace.

5.- If you have a physique for some reason similar to that of a girl, he might make you wear makeup, dress, and hair like one in public, simply because he thinks you would look "cute."

6.- Did I mention that he would not let any concubine or consort, not even the empress herself (if there is one) visit you in your palace or even see you?.

7.- He would let others see you only if he felt like it, otherwise he wouldn't do it, especially under the manipulative excuse of, "I don't want anyone else to hurt you."

8.- He wants you to be obedient and loving to him, especially at night.

9.- And speaking of the nights, during the nightly bed service, there will be nights when he will like you to resist him (under his excuse of "for more fun"), and there will be nights when he wants you to be completely surrendered to him.

10.- Don't worry about having children, family or friends. According to the yandere emperor, you should only care about him.

11.- When he finally has the desire to present you to the world, he will force all the concubines, princes, princesses, nobles, villagers and even ministers to respect you since he will not tolerate any disrespect towards his "male wife" or "male consort/concubine".

12.- If the story were a little more liberal, he would use the other concubines to have children that you and he could adopt, but that would only be in a more liberal fantasy.

13.- I think I'd rather have you hidden; talking about a more realistic story.

14.- When you are alone, he will expect a kiss from you, or a hug apart from completely surrendering to him.

15.- He probably uses powerful aphrodisiacs in incense to make you submit to his mercy and fuck you, even if he also ends up falling for the possible effects.

16.- When it comes time to fuck you, he will make sure that you not only moan, but he will make sure to leave marks on you to make it clear to you who you belong to.

-And that's all, for now. What did you think? I think it turned out decent.

-Bye!

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Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's introduced to you as the hybrid you'll be taking care. When you found the job listed on some shady, bot-infested site, you figured it was just a temporary gig, that you'd be watching a dog or cat for a few weeks while their owner was away, so imagine your surprise when you pulled up to a reputable mansion a good hour or so out of the city, when an eccentric man with blue hair and an off-putting grin brings you to the lavish enclosure of a hybrid nearly a head taller than you, when you're told that you'll be 'petsitting' his kitten for as long as you care to hold the position. It's weird, but the money's good, and room and board are provided. You can't really afford to turn it down.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's undeniably, unabashedly spoiled. His owner claims that he tried to replicate his natural habitat as closely as possible, but you don't think there's another snow leopard on the planet who prefers mink fur to his own. You spend most of your time waiting on him, running between Pantalone and his legion of personal chefs, holding sapphires and rubies up to the light so he can decide which one he'd rather have studded into his next collar, combing through his thick black hair while he purrs and basks in your attention. It's a surprisingly demanding job, but you don't mind. He's smart for a hybrid, and surprisingly conversational. Honestly, if it wasn't for the thrashing tail that curls around your legs whenever he passes you, the pointed fangs you catch a glimpse of from time to time, you could forget he wasn't human.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who tells you there's been a change in uniform a month after you start. This variation is definitely less conservative than your old scrubs, more in-line with his own blatant aesthetic values, but you don't complain, even when he starts swapping out his crushed velvet pillows for your lap. He's still a hybrid, no matter how human he might act. You're sure he doesn't see your exposed skin as anything but... something warm and soft to rest his head on, when he's looking for someplace to nap.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who grins as he tells you why his owner is always so busy. He's a researcher, he explains, as you file down his claws for the tenth time that week. He studies hybrid mating habits. His tone is enough to make you blush, and he laughs as you stumble over your response. He goes on to talk at length about his owner's particular fascination with snow leopards, how their pickiness when it comes to choosing a partner makes them a point of interest, but you write it off as a lapse in his otherwise perfect etiquette. You manage to do the same when you find out that he's been slipping into your personal room at night, and when he openly sulks in the days leading up to one of your rare vacations. It's not like you have much of a choice, considering none of the other, more legitimate jobs you've applied for have given you so much as a call back. It's not like you have much of a choice, considering how many weeks it's been since you've heard from anyone at all.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's already above you when you woke up strapped to a metal table, your legs spread and your vision dim around the edges.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who smiles as he thrusts into you, his favorite fur coat draped over his shoulders and his expression one of idle amusement. There's a mirror built into one wall (an observational window, obviously), and a heap of silk sheets and fleece piled in a corner, but Pantalone's quick to catch your chin, to draw your attention back to him - to your mate.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's always been so, so spoiled.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's always gotten what he wanted - including his brand new human mate.

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1-800-call-god · 1 year ago

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I love your Only Human fics 😭😭 I can’t help but think what Monster AU 141/Kortac would do if their only human got hurt during a mission….

A continuation maybe please?

Only Human pt3

Pairing: Monster 141 + König + Horangi x reader

CW: blood, injury, canon-typical violence, gun violence, flash grenade go boom boom, explosion, tell me off I missed any. wc: 2.4k

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They fucked up, they really flicked up. It was a simple mission, simple enough that you were sent with only three operators. Alejandro with his witness, slinked between enemy lines, shooting up and creating chaos once he shifted, his large body ripping through enemy lines like a hot knife through butter. Gaz with his aerial insights, flew over trees and spotted the soldiers you were shooting through and giving pointers to where they split up and where they collected. And finally, Horangi, stalking between the buildings, jumping from shadow to shadow with a slow sway of his tail, pouncing on his prey with the stealth of a tiger.

Laswell had promised that it was a quick in-and-out op, slipping through the village at night and taking out the leading figure of this hastily-made gang that was blocking the transport route between two important, allied towns. The shared intel was that it was a gang of ragtag rebels, raiding police stations within the mass, overwhelming the officers with their vast numbers of followers. They stole police equipment, vests, guns, batons, and ammunition, using them to power through the lines of officers and breaking through blockades built by the townsfolk.

While they weren’t trained in military warfare or had prior training with specialised weapons, they had the advantage of numbers, overwhelming any joint forces with their vast numbers of rebels. It was nearly astounding how many people were being paid and supported by Russia's wealthy Ultranationalists wanting to disrupt the trading routes and hurt the opposing team by prying them of a source of gas and material.

The few joint forces had slimmed down their numbers, leaving Task Force 141 to clean it up and take over their base of operation within the region. You were told that their numbers rounded a skeleton crew of twenty men, twenty-five at most. That’s why Price sent you four for quick and efficient disposal of the enemy.

That’s what Laswell gave you, the information burned into your mind from habitual memorization to ensure that your team would be prepared, and yet the data was wrong. Gaz had reported twice the promised number, not as well armed as you were warned but their number brought a changing tide to your mission. You wanted to turn back, to regroup and form another plan, but everyone was already in place and calling them back could be as much of a risk of being caught as storming in.

Perhaps that’s why you were all so careful and conscious of the dangers, moving in two, Alejandro and Horangi in one part and you walking under Gaz’s protective shadow. The initial plan was to box them in, working through both exits to snuff out any runaways and once you entered the compound, Gaz would drop down and lead ahead.

That was the plan, until, of course, all hell broke loose. It was chaotic, they were trigger-happy and within untrained hands, their guns were as leather as a trained one with how quickly they spent their magazine, cycling through one and spraying the wall you used for hiding. Soap’s wild clean-up would’ve been extremely helpful in a time like this; Ghost’s hungry haze would’ve swallowed them all up, opening up a way for you to pass; and König’s reckless and unpredictable shift that sent him into a wild frenzy while he tore through the base.

Unfortunately, they were back home, the little base they called their own when you first joined, yet you still had experienced and protective soldiers by your side, all special forces. Gaz led you with a strong hand and clear head, stopping at every corner to look at all sides before moving forward and you watched his back, looking out for any enemy rounding back.

Your situation would be - at best - organised chaos, made from what you were given at the moment, faced with a group over a dozen times and without backup waiting behind. There were hushed orders and observations sent back and forth between your groups, cautious warnings on your side and growls from the other. Nick had been informed in case of any immediate evacuation and Laswell, of the sudden change in the plan. You did your best with what you had, leaving bleeding corpses in your wake, slumped over the bloodied floor and against the stained walls, but you hadn’t expected the rapid change of shift in the enemy. They weren’t such men with guns and knives, they were trained - albeit sloppy - in ferality and ruthlessness, jumping at you and Gaz without a second thought.

Every lunge was met with a bullet, rifles firing at the advancing numbers holding a gun, a knife or both, leaving you with a graze or scrape, the skin under your clothes bristled and bleeding. They flooded like moths to a flame, one taking the place of a fallen, and two other taking his place. You were pushed back to back, Gaz’s wings fluttering in stress between you, fighting the need to cover you in a protective shield of muscle and feather.

“We’re compromised,” Gaz hissed into the mic, sending the message to any open coms on your connected line. “Victor-01, moving your way.”

“Copy,” Alejandro huffed.

Gaz tried leading you away, feet moving fast and steady around the halls you had to memorise for this Op. He tried to lead you safely, but they swarmed you like flies, appearing from every corner in an unending flood of shouting, thumping and firing. Gaz was bound to get hit at this rate, with his big wings and broader shoulders. It worried you that he’d take a bullet for you - you knew he would, as would the others - and get dangerously hurt. Through one door was a group waiting for you, gun trained forwards and ready to fire, but they were slow, sloppy, and they lacked the training and reflexes of a specialist.

You had time to push Gaz through a door and into a room, you hid on both sides, hiding from the straight line of fire. You unclipped a flash from your belt, waving it at him to catch his attention. It did and his lips broke into a grin, wild and electric at your idea. You had him count down the seconds, his fingers lowering until he balled his fist, shaking it as you pulled the pin out and threw it down the hall. Veering away from the door, eyes closed tightly and hands around your ears, the flash grenade blew up with a loud, ear-piercing screech. It sent them into a blind panic, weapons falling from their hands to rub the burning pain in their cornea, ears deaf to your quick-moving steps towards them, down they went, like those behind you.

Adrenaline pumped erratically through your veins, bubbling and warming your body to an uncomfortable heat that had you sweating under your gear. You turned another corner and you were closer to Alejandro and Horangi’s location, meeting up with them was your current objective, to regroup and take over the base in one group. They were just down the path, behind the sprinting men in jeans and t-shirts holding guns like it was a big, heavy toy. You could see their tense shoulders relax when they caught sight of you, guard still up and cautious, but glad that you were safe.

“Hunter,” Horangi hissed, his figure trembling as his nose twitched under his mask. He stared at your shoulder, the damp jacket stained with your blood. “You broken?”

“No, the adrenaline’s keeping me going,” you nodded back, trying to soothe his worry. Being the 141’s medic, you knew the benefits of adrenaline, it numbed the pain, the cold and the burns, but once you calmed down, you’d feel every little scratch.

You limped out of the building, body leaning against Horangi for support, his tail curled around your thigh and body tense in a possessive mood. He kept glancing your way, his golden eyes swirling with worry, pupils small and attentive to every wince you made. He moved according to your pain, urging you to put more weight on him when you walked on your bad leg, where a bullet shot straight through your thigh, bleeding through the quickly put gauze you covered it with and wrapped tightly in bandages. You promised them that you’d properly patch yourself up in the helicopter while they watched before you worked on them.

With your body riding off the adrenaline that kept you going for the past fifteen minutes, you jerked and winced when you walked on your left leg, the white bandage around your thigh staining red on the side. You were sure Horangi and Alejandro could smell your blood, or they'd been able to smell it before you even saw them, the irony tang wafting around them like a haze of their failure. The failure to let you get hurt and unable to properly protect you, you could feel the tenseness in their shoulders, their lowered head at your smile and the jerky movement when they moved around, seemingly pulling themselves back from doing something.

Nikolai waved at your group, ushering you in from his seat, strapped safely with his headset on and communication clear between everyone. With a short affirm from Alejandro, Nik took off, the bird curving to the left when he turned west, towards the UK. You waited until the flight was stable, flying through the air softly and steadily before you opened up your pack, searching for items to clean and reward your wound until you returned to the infirmary. You checked your tourniquet, tightening it when you saw that it was slightly loose, ripping open the wrapping around your leg, you reapplied the gauze, adding pressure to it to stop it from bleeding even more.

You winced and hissed under their watchful eyes, between Alejandro and Horangi, their tails swaying and occasionally curling around your forearm. Gaz, however much he’d like to sit beside you, to fuss and worry openly about your wounds, sat across from you, strapped in with his wings spread wide across the seats.

“Looks rough, Охотник,” Nik called to the back, light glinting off his glasses.

“Nothing new, Nik, you know that,” you replied through the coms, a lop-sided smile curling the corners of your lips.

He cackled, a full-belly laugh that had all of you smiling in your own ways. Nikolai was rambunctious, loyal and a big bear of a man. He was human, the other human in the Task Force apart from you (Laswell might’ve been the one sending you across the earth and gathering information, but she - regrettably - wasn’t truly a member.).

“Да! I do!”

When you landed, the rest of the TF was already waiting outside, arms crossed and shoulders tense. It seemed they got the news of your Op, showing their displeasure with deep frowns and deeper glares, none directed at you or the hybrids, it was some sort of self-hatred and anger at the person that gave Laswell the intel, their promise of it being factual and not sending them any updates on the case. Laswell, herself, was fairly mad, her stressed face pulled sombrely down.

Soap and Rudy rushed to you, voices low and tones raspy, they hovered near your group, fussing about the blood that caked Alejandro’s forehead, a slight graze from a rifle’s butt and other bruises from slamming into obstacles; Gaz’s slight pinch in the back from being slammed into a wall by a bulldozing enemy when he ran out of ammo; Horangi’s ripped sleeves, gashes bleeding lightly from attempts at slashing and stabbing knives by inexperienced hands; but what worried them the most was you, limping and hanging from Horangi’s shoulders.

Your eyes were hooded, equal parts exhausted and blood lost, placing all of your weight on the Haetae hybrid. While your upper half was unscathed - apart from the slight bruises forming on your skin - your leg, wrapped tightly in a tourniquet and bandages drowned in red. The amount of red would’ve been worrying if they hadn’t known you, but you’ve survived far more dangerous and life-threatening wounds, bouncing back with revenge. As truthful as it was, it didn’t stop them from worrying. You might’ve been more resilient than most - hybrids credited their resilience to their human parent - you didn’t have the healing ability of hybrids or the immortality of spectres.

“ ‘m fine, Rudy,” you smiled, so bright and reassuring when you were the wounded one. “Nothing a few stitches and rest won’t heal.”

“Si, but-”

“Doesn’t mean we’re not worried, love.”

Like his callsign, he walked in on your little group silently, peering over Rudolfo’s shoulders, his warm, brown hues meeting yours. His voice was strained with concern, croakier than when you left this morning, waving at them. Rodolfo moved over when Ghost brought his hand forward, Horangi passed you to him with careful and tender hands so that you could be brought to the infirmary without having to walk. You hooked your arms around Ghost’s neck, arms crossed lazily over his back and chin propped up on his shoulder. He held you against his chest, one arm under your ass and another carefully tucked under your knees, watching your wounded leg without touching it.

You looked at Price and Laswell from your perch, their hushed discussion with shrugging shoulders and crossed arms, but neither looked pleased with the outcome of your mission. You blinked owlishly when you couldn’t find König beside them, head turning from side to side to find the 6 '10 Austrian hybrid, but you still couldn’t find him. Just as you were going to ask Ghost where König was, a hand reached out to grip your forearm, thick fingers softly rubbing your strained muscle. You were met with a veiled face when you turned, brilliant, red eyes stared at your wounded thigh in distaste, his mind throwing him into the scene of the moment, turning and ripping the men that dared harm you to pieces, bloodied and unrecognisable parts of a human.

“Hey, König,” you called out, pulling him back from his violent daydream where his eyes turned crimson, glazed with bloodlust and rage, promising doom. “Do you want to come with us?”

“Ja,” he replied moments later, snapping to your face with blank eyes, now his regular, ice-blue colour. “To the infirmary first and mess all later. You need to eat and rest well to heal quickly, Schnucki.”

“What about the-”

“You need to rest, lovie. Let them deal with the debrief,” Ghost’s voice was stern and commanding, ending whatever protests you had.

As if to prove his point, he turned to face Price, his head nudging you to look at your captain, the imposing and dominating figure of Price’s horned head, thick, swaying tail and powerful wing. Price replied with a quick nod, curt in a way that shut down any voice, landing the hammer on the gravel with a resounding boom. You sighed, grumbling lowly about them worrying too much about a flesh wound, exaggerating your condition (in your mind) and threatening them with insubordination that had your commanding officers glare your way.

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1-800-call-god · 2 years ago

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Puzzle Pieces Ch8

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex, fingering, oral, slow sex, praise

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This was the most comfortable and relaxed you had ever felt. To get your secret off your chest and honestly, the shower was amazing. Poking your head out of the bathroom, you felt your cheeks warm up as you saw Miguel enter his room.

You waited for him to leave before slowly stepping out of the shower. You gripped onto the bottom of your night gown, glancing at him from his bedroom door. Your heart felt like it was going to pound right out of your chest.

Finally having the courage to face him, you smiled as you watched him take cookie from your container,

"D-Do you like them?" You asked shyly, playing with your sleeves. Miguel turned towards you, motioning you towards him,

"Delicious. Shame to say this is my third one,"

"R-Really?! I'm glad!" You chirped.

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Miguel hummed lowly as you hugged him. With ease, he lifted you up and carried you over to his oversized couch. Miguel noticed that you seemed much more at ease. He placed you on his lap, pulling you in for a kiss.

His hands rested against your hips, feeling your body. You weren't shaking, which was a good sign. Miguel lazily watched you close your eyes into the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck. It was funny. Miguel felt like he could see the little hearts float above your head.

Licking your lips, Miguel hummed in response as you parted your lips for him. How submissive. Miguel stroked up your back, holding you in place as he explored you mouth. He felt your body tremble as you muffled soft whines.

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You felt like the air was being sucked out of your lungs. Miguel was keeping you steady as his tongue ravished the inside of your mouth. It felt like he was being possessive, claiming what was his, but in a gentle way. All the more reason that made your heart race.

"Miguel," You breathed out once he finally freed your lips.

"Tell me whenever you want to stop,"

You trembled with those words. Miguel kissed your lips again before moving to your neck. You couldn't lie to yourself. Part of you was still afraid to moving forward, but at the same time, you trusted Miguel. He was someone whom you wanted to be with.

A small gasp escaped your lips as Miguel kissed your neck. His hair tickled your cheeks. His soft pecks and small licks made your body grow hot. It wasn't until Miguel bit and sucked against your neck that you let out a small whimper of a moan.

Your face grew flustered as Miguel made eye contact with you for a brief second. You covered your lower half of your face, trying to look away as he kept biting and sucking against your neck. Another whimper came out as his hands went under your shirt.

"M-Miguel...C-Can....Can we go to the bedroom?" You whispered.

"Would you like the lights on or off?" Miguel asked as he lifted you, still kissing your neck and shoulders,

"Um, o-off?"

Complying, Miguel turned the lights off and laid you against his bed. You felt yourself sink into his mattress as he climbed over you, capturing your lips in another kiss. His hands returned to under your shirt, drawing circles around your hips.

"It's so hard to see you, mi amor. (my love). Allow me to dim the lights up just a bit. I want to see your beautiful body."

"J-Just a bit."

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Miguel was true to what he said. He only raised the light by a small margin. Just enough to see your shy expressions. Miguel did not want to miss a second of him devouring you. You were finally going to be his.

His hands returned to your body, slowly lifting your shirt. Miguel heard your whimpers and saw you cover your face with your sleeves. Realizing that you were still uncomfortable with taking your shirt off, Miguel decided to play a different game. He left your shirt alone and proceeded to grope your breasts while he kissed your neck.

Your hums and moans were his approval to keep going. Miguel was having a hard time holding back. Normally he would just get over the sex session quickly, but not with you. Miguel pinched and flicked your nipples, feeling your body arch.

Oh how Miguel wanted to ravish you. Bringing his lips against your breasts, Miguel resisted a chuckle as he sucked against your nipples through your shirt. You gasped towards the friction, whining softly as Miguel continued to play with your chest.

His erection started to grow painful. Miguel slowly spread your legs with his body, softly grinding his hardon against your clothed cunt. He wanted you to feel what you were doing to him. Miguel wanted you to know how much he wanted you.

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You could feel your mind go hazy as Miguel pleasured you. Your knot grew tighter as Miguel dry humped against you. You swore you could feel him holding back. Biting your lower lip, you muffled a moan as you felt Miguel slowly take your pants off.

His slow yet gentle movements sent shivers down your spine. A sudden chill blew against your dripping cunt, causing you to shiver. Miguel chuckled against your ear before his large hands engulfed your pussy, slowly making circular movements against your clothed clit.

"Hah~ M-Miguel," You whispered, feeling that knot growing tighter.

"Yes?" His lips returned to your clothed breasts, sucking against the fabric.

"I-I'm...mhm~" You trembled as you focused on his fingers.

Shivering as he pressed against your clit, you cried softly as you had your first orgasm. Panting softly, you tried to focus on Miguel. Your vision was blurred slightly, but you could see him hover over you. His fingers moving away from your pussy.

"That good?" Miguel whispered with a chuckle. You took a moment to catch your breathe,

"Mhm," You nodded, covering your face, "I-I...I haven't really...been touched like this..." You whispered. Miguel raised a brow before removing your panties with his teeth,

"Then allow me to show you the proper way to feel good,"

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Miguel had fucked for revenge. Miguel had fucked for a quick stress relief. Miguel had fucked just for the sake of having sex.

But for his own pleasure?

Now that concept was new to Miguel. The moment you cam by just his small teasing and foreplay gave a rise to Miguel. He groaned softly, wondering how much he was going to enjoy this. Your small confession only made him want to prove to you more that you were solely meant for him.

"That will be the first of many orgasms I'll give you," Miguel kissed you deeply before rubbing your clit again,

"Ah~"

"So wet for me," Miguel groaned lowly, dipping his head to your dripping cunt, "Thanks for the meal,"

"Ah! Miguel!"

Miguel hummed as he started to wiggle and swirl his tongue against your clit. His eyes watching you cover your face while your body squirmed. He held your hips in place as he savored your sweet juices. With a quick suck of your sensitive bud, Miguel watched how you arched and cried his name.

Oh, this was going to be a long night.

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You swore you saw stars as Miguel ate you out. You never experienced this. You were never given this much pleasure. You whined and cried as you gripped onto the bed sheets, curling your toes as you felt another knot grow tighter.

Your breathless moans getting louder as you felt Miguel's tongue start to explore your folds. His name rolling off your tongue as your mind became consumed with nothing but thoughts of Miguel.

"M-Mig...ah~ mhm," You whimpered before gasping sharply as you felt a finger slowly enter your pussy, "Miguel~!"

"Just prepping you, mi delicioso conejito (my delicious bunny),"

Breaking down and cumming hard, you cried his name out as you felt his finger explored your insides while his tongue lapped up your mess. Your body felt like it was on fire. Miguel's finger was big. You felt slightly embarrassed by how much your pussy was clenching down against his finger.

You shivered and moaned as Miguel entered another finger. His thick digits pumping deep inside your gummy walls, curling and moving inside you. It felt so good. You kept squeezing against his hand, slowly moving your hips to his movements.

"Not as shy in bed, hm?" Miguel teased, kissing you deeply, allowing you to taste your juices, "You're doing such a good job,"

"M-Miguel," You whimpered, raising your arms.

You wanted to hold him. You wanted to feel him. Miguel must have understood since he took his fingers out, and licked them clean. Placing himself between your legs, Miguel pulled you into his embrace, inhaling your scent,

"Is my little bunny ready?" He asked, pressing his tip against your hole. You shuddered at the feeling,

"Y-Yes."

You gasped and shuddered as you felt his thick cock push into your tight walls. Whimpers and cries escaped your throat as you buried your head into his neck. Miguel whispered sweet nothingness into your ear, easing your nerves.

"Shh, good girl. Just relax,"

This was too much. Miguel was too big. You gripped onto his back, digging your nails into his skin. A cry came out as Miguel stopped midway, allowing you to adjust. You felt so full already and Miguel wasn't even all the way in.

You kept yourself wrapped around Miguel, listening to his sweet praises. After a few seconds, you started to relax. Your wet pussy clenching against Miguel's dick, desperate for movement. Your breathing grew frantic as you looked at Miguel,

"M-Miggy,"

As if something snapped, Miguel pulled your into a rough kiss as he started to move his hips. With a slow pull out, you whined, feeling empty but immediately moaned as Miguel shoved his dick back inside your soaked cunt.

You flung your head back as Miguel thrusted slowly but deeply into your. Each thrust with his dick pushing deeper and deeper into your poor pussy. You already felt your third orgasm about to burst, which gave Miguel another reason to slap into you nice and rough.

"Ah~ Mhm~ M-Miggy~" You cried out again, cumming hard.

"Ah, mi amor. How delicious you sound. How lovely you taste," Miguel groaned.

You laid back against the bed, feeling your arms grow weak. Miguel kept kissing your neck as he held your hips. His dick giving you those delicious slow yet deep pounds. His tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. With a raise of your hips, you cried and moaned as you felt him rub against that sweet spot.

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Miguel was holding back from ravishing you. He was enjoying this moment too much. Your fucked out expression as he pounded your tight cunt. You looked so good with his dick inside you. A perfect fit. This thick dick being coiled around your delicious walls.

"So beautiful," Miguel groaned, feeling himself fall into the trap of lust, "You're making a mess out of me,"

"Miggy~" You moaned out.

Ah, that nickname. Miguel couldn't resist going nuts when you called him that. He never let anyone call him that except his annoying brother, but you? Oh, it turned him on so much. Miguel wanted to destroy your pussy, but this was so nice.

So good.

The white ring that formed around his dick was proof of it. Miguel glanced down at your body, watching you squirm into your long sleeve shirt. You were about to cum for him again. Unable to hold back much longer, Miguel raised your legs over his shoulder as he fasten his pace.

"A-Ah~ Hah~ M-Mig mhm~!" You moaned loudly, shaking as you came again.

"(Y/N), would you let me...nh...cum inside?" Miguel groaned.

Normally he'd grab a condom. Normally, he'd make sure to pull out. But he couldn't. Not with you. Miguel wanted you badly. Miguel needed you to stay with him. Miguel wanted to protect you and give you his all.

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You were so blissed out that you could barely understand anything Miguel was saying. Drool was rolling down your lip as you nodded and moaned in response. You couldn't feel your legs and you sure as hell couldn't feel anything but Miguel's dick bullying your cunt.

"(Y/n)" Miguel groaned.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his hot load fill you. You whimpered in response, but relaxed as Miguel slowed down. He pulled out, pulling you into his embrace once more. He was so warm. Nuzzling against his chest, you closed your eyes, falling asleep.

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Miguel let out a sigh of relief as he hugged you. Honestly, he was worried he pushed you too far. It was annoying, but Miguel still wasn't fully satisfied yet. He could go for another few rounds, but you weren't up to his stamina yet.

You weren't trained to handle his dick yet.

Rubbing your back, Miguel proceeded to lay you back down. He went to relieve himself in the bathroom before grabbing a warm rag. Miguel cleaned you up and smiled at his work. You were perfect. Miguel needed to keep reminding you that.

This was just the start of your life with him.

If only you knew that you were making this cruel Mafia leader melt under your touch.

If only you knew how weak you were making him.

If only you knew how bad Miguel wanted you to be his wife.

It was all in due time. Miguel put on his pants, climbing into bed with you. He covered you in his blanket and pulled you closer to him. Your sweet scent mixed with his. You were already becoming his. Miguel was not going to let you go.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town. A hooded figure stepped out of the Greyhound bus, a loud grunt under his breathe. He snarled towards the stench of the city and proceeded to grab his bag with haste. Swiftly, he passed through the roaring crowd, wanting a moment to peace.

"Time for this city to learn how Venom tastes."

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