#green lantern x male reader

[solar-wing]

⚣ Jealousy Is A Disease 🟢

⚣🟢 A/N → DON'T ASK ME WHY, I DON'T KNOW OKAY! I just can't write a Hal Jordan fic without making it about his incessant need to be better than Superman. I'M TRYING OKAY! anyway, hope you like it. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Omegaverse | Major Dub-Con Themes | M-Preg Themes | Penetrative Sex | Fingering | Overstimulation | Alpha Hal Jordan | JL Omega Male Reader |

⚣🟢 Summary → Y/N's knows he's got a little heat brewing between him and Superman, but something is going to get in the way of that. He should've known better than to have entered into any sort of arrangement with Hal Jordan. Not only was the man super cocky and sarcastic, but he was literally green with envy.

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The Watchtower had been relatively quiet.

Y/N had been talking with Clark about some matters related to supervillains' plots, potential recruits, and a bunch of other mumbo jumbo that he wasn't really paying attention to because he was too busy eyeing the Kryptonian's body. The Omega knew his heat was getting close and that he would probably have to take some time off soon to deal with it.

But, it didn't stop him from imagining Clark's large and muscled body over his while they rutted against each other all sweaty and hot and-

"Y/N? You ok there?" Clark's voice interrupted his thoughts, the Omega blushing when he saw the look on the man's face. He had noticed his staring and it had probably led him to realize the nature of his thoughts.

The Kryptonian had a knowing smirk on his face, though. He'd been more or less aware of the Omega's attraction towards him, and it definitely wasn't one-sided. Clark may not have been an Alpha by nature of his Kryptonian biology, but it didn't mean he didn't consider himself to be one in many aspects. He certainly had the physique of one, and he did have a few...kinks that came with the territory.

"I-I'm sorry, I got a little distracted." Y/N chuckled nervously, feeling his cheeks heating up. He didn't know how the Kryptonian would react to his blatant display of lust, but he didn't think it would be bad. Clark was always so nice to him and he had a good sense of humor. Plus, the Omega really wanted to know what was under those suits.

"Don't worry about it. You know I get distracted too sometimes." The Kryptonian smiled, his eyes lingering on Y/N's flushed face before traveling down the length of his body. The Omega suit was one for the books, the tight-fitting material leaving nothing to the imagination. Y/N looked damn good, and he knew it.

"So, uh, what were we talking about again?" Y/N asked, clearing his throat.

While the two continued their little flirtatious and flustered dialogue, neither of them was aware of the presence watching them through the door, his eyes under his green mask narrowing in anger and jealousy.

Later that night, Y/N was getting ready to head home. His heat was coming closer and closer, and he knew he had to spend his next few days in his apartment and away from everyone.

As the Omega neared the Zeta Gateway that would take him back to the Hall of Justice, his arm was suddenly snatched and he was pulled into an empty room. Y/N was ready to fight whoever it was, but a familiar scent invaded his senses.

"Hey there, sexy. Missed me?" Green Lantern smirked as he looked down at the Omega's shocked face.

"Hal! What the hell are you doing?" Y/N whispered. "Someone might see us!"

"I was just thinking that maybe we could have a little fun before you go home. It's not like anyone's gonna come here at this hour." Hal said as he moved closer to Y/N, backing him toward the wall.

"I have to go. My heat's coming up." The Omega said, stopping him before he could make any more moves.

"You always say that. And then we end up fucking anyway."

"Not this time. I need to rest. It's going to be a very intense one." Y/N tried to reason, but the Alpha wasn't having it.

"C'mon, baby. Just one more time." Hal whispered in his ear, his breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "Let me have a taste."

The Alpha leaned forward and began kissing and biting Y/N's neck, his hands moving to grip his waist. The Omega could feel his arousal getting excited at the stimulation, but he had to stay strong. He knew his body would crave an Alpha's touch during his heat, and there was a certain blue and red-wearing superhero that he was more interested in.

"H-Hal, no! Stop!" Y/N said, pushing him away. "No more of this. I'm not gonna let you fuck me anymore, understand?"

"What the hell's gotten into you?" The Alpha growled. "You're always begging for it, and now you're pushing me away?"

"Yeah, well, things change." Y/N sighed, moving to leave the room. "Just stay away from me."

"Who is it, huh?" Hal asked, blocking his way.

"It's not like that," Y/N said, knowing full well he was lying through his teeth, "It's just that I think we should keep things strictly professional from now on."

"Bullshit. You weren't concerned about keeping things professional all the times I fingered you during meetings. Or all the times you sucked me off in the training room."

"Hal, I–"

"Did you care about professionalism when I fucked your tight little cunt while Batman was right outside that door? Or when you rode my dick in the showers? Huh?" Hal said, his voice raising a bit.

"Quit it, Hal. You're being rid–"

"Or all the close calls we had when I knotted you without a condom, and you thought you were gonna get pregnant? I bet you were hoping for it, weren't you?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Y/N shouted, his patience running thin. "I don't have time for your bullshit, Jordan. Now, move."

"Oh, now you're giving me orders? Is that how it is?" Hal growled, his own Alpha pheromones responding.

"Will you please shut the fuck up?!" Y/N growled, his scent turning sour. He couldn't believe the nerve of this man!

"No, you shut the fuck up! You're acting like a whore who's too good for me." Hal growled, his scent becoming heavier with the stench of anger.

"A whore, huh? I'm a whore for letting you fuck me whenever you wanted, and now I'm a whore for wanting to stop the fuck-fest, is that it? You're the one who wanted this, remember? You're the one who was all up on me in the first place, so don't play the victim."

"You're such a fucking tease. You act like a slut and then you expect me to leave you alone?"

"Yeah, and I'm also an Omega who could easily have an Alpha whenever I want. Don't forget that."

Hal clearly didn't like the mention of that. He was an Alpha, Air Force pilot and a Green Lantern. He wasn't supposed to be a side dish.

"I'm not someone you can fuck whenever you're bored, Y/N." The Alpha growled, his scent spiking.

"Well, guess what, Jordan, I'm not your toy either. We both had our fun, but I'm done with this. I don't want you anymore, and I certainly don't need you. So, move."

Before Y/N could move an inch, Hal lunged at him, tackling him to the conference table in the middle of the room. The two of them started wrestling and fighting, the Omega's pheromones spiking as he did his best to keep his body in check while trying to get the upper hand.

The fight didn't last long, though.

Y/N was soon pinned underneath the Alpha, his wrists in a tight grip above his head. Hal's free hand was holding his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"I can't believe you'd say something like that to me. After everything we've been through." The Alpha said, his voice low.

"Let go of me." Y/N struggled, trying to get out of the Alpha's hold.

"Not until you admit that you want me. That you're mine."

"In your dreams, Jordan. I don't belong to you. I'm not some prize that you can claim."

"I can do whatever I want. I'm an Alpha and I'm Green Lantern," Hal smirked, his grip on Y/N's wrists tightening as he rubbed the hard-on throbbing under his suit against the weaker male, "And you're an Omega. My Omega. You're gonna submit."

"You're not my Alpha, and you may be Green Lantern, but you'll never be Superman," Y/N said, ignoring the pleasurable tingles running through his body from the Alpha grinding against him while sporting his spiteful little smirk at the Alpha, "You'll never be him."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hal questioned with a growl.

"I know you're jealous of him, Hal. You put on this cocky, self-assured facade, but deep down, you hate that Superman is everything you wish you could be. He's not even technically an Alpha and yet, everyone respects him. Everyone trusts him. He's the perfect hero, and you're not."

"You're wrong."

Y/N could see he was hitting some nerves, and despite the warnings in his head telling him to stop, he couldn't, "Am I? So why is it that every time he's near me, you're always watching me? Always trying to get my attention. You're always trying to assert your dominance as if that's going to make me want you more."

"Stop talking," Hal ordered, not even realizing how he was slowly grinding his hard erection against the Omega's slick dripping heat, the friction from their uniforms making it all the more pleasurable.

"You're always going on and on about how you're an Alpha and Superman's not, and yet, he's the first person who comes to mind when anyone thinks of a traditional or a perfect Alpha."

"That's enough."

"And what does that say about you, Hal?"

"Shut the fuck up!" The Alpha roared, his scent becoming suffocating as he tightened his hold on Y/N's wrists, his hips rutting faster and harder against the Omega's crotch.

"You're a disgrace to the Green Lantern Corps, Hal. And you're a disgrace to the Air Force." Y/N continued, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and lust as he stared at the Alpha above him.

"That's not true," Hal said, his voice faltering slightly.

"Is it? Because the way I see it, you're nothing more than a second-rate Green Lantern, a third-rate Alpha, and a fifth-rate superhero," The Omega ended, a venom to his words as he tauntingly smiled at the Alpha rutting against his body, his scent sweetening as his orgasm arrived already due to the increasingly sensitive state of his body from his heat approaching.

"SHUT UP!"

Hal lost control, his instincts taking over as he ripped the fabric of Y/N's suit. He couldn't stand the disrespect and the insults, and he needed to make the Omega eat his words. He needed to show he was better than the Kryptonian. He had to himself as the stronger Alpha, as the only Alpha.

He needed to prove that he was the best.

Y/N's moans were music to his ears, his slick coating his fingers as he pushed two digits inside the smaller male's tight cunt, the Alpha growling in arousal as the warmth wrapped around him. The Omega had to grip the edges of the table that he could reach to keep himself steady as his body rocked with overwhelming stimulation from Hal's fingers entering him so roughly while he was still in the middle of his first orgasm.

"A-ah, fuck ... ! H-Hal, stop.." Y/N moaned, his legs shaking as his walls fluttered around the Alpha's fingers.

His hand was around the Omega's throat, squeezing tightly as he forced him to look at him, "Don't you ever say those things to me again. Do you hear me? I'm not a failure. I'm not a failure."

"You are...a failure." Y/N choked out, his eyes watering.

At this point, the Omega had slowly given into his body's most primal desires, his mindset slowly slipping into that of a sex-crazed, needy little shit who just wanted to get fucked and knotted, thanks to his heat.

The Alpha snarled at the insult, his fingers thrusting deeper and harder. His thumb rubbed circles around the Omega's nub, the bundle of nerves sending jolts of pleasure up the smaller male's body. His focus had become solely on proving himself. He needed to show the Omega who was in charge.

"Stop saying that! Stop it! You're lying!" Hal growled, his pace quickening.

"Y-you're a f-failure. You'll...never be Superman," Y/N panted, his mind growing clouded. "You'll never b-be my A-Alpha."

"I'll be your Alpha. I'll be better than him. Better than any of them."

Within just another few minutes, The Alpha pulled another mind-shattering orgasm from the Omega, his scent heavy and intoxicating. He pulled out his fingers, licking his lips as he watched the mixed slick and cum dripping from them. He moved his hand up to the Omega's mouth, smearing the wetness across his lips.

"Suck them."

"No..." Y/N whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Do it. Now." Hal demanded, his grip on the Omega's neck tightening.

The squeeze against the smaller male's neck had his mouth opening with a quiet yelp in reflex, allowing the Alpha's fingers to enter. The taste was sweet and salty, and the Alpha couldn't help but growl in arousal as he watched the Omega suck his digits clean.

"That's it, baby. Get them nice and clean. You like the taste of your body, don't you?"

Once the Alpha had pulled his fingers out, the Omega's eyes were glazed over. His scent was so strong and thick, and it was almost enough to make the Alpha's knees weak. He wasn't done yet, though. He still needed to show no one was better than him.

Especially not Superman.

Hal ripped the front of his Green Lantern uniform open (it was okay, it magically came on and off anyway), exposing his toned chest and abs. His cock sprung free, already leaking precum. He positioned himself at the Omega's entrance, his tip rubbing against the wet entrance.

"Look at me." The Alpha growled, grabbing the Omega's chin.

Y/N's gaze was half-lidded, his pupils blown wide. His skin was flushed and his breathing was heavy. He could feel the Alpha's cock throbbing against him, the tip catching on his rim every so often.

"Still think I'm a failure? Still think I'm not good enough?" Hal growled.

"You're not..."

Y/N cried out as the Alpha entered him roughly, the sudden intrusion making him clench around the thick shaft. His body was overly sensitive, and the feeling of being filled was almost too much. He couldn't stop his hips from rolling forward, his thighs shaking.

"Oh, God...!"

"Doesn't seem like I'm a failure, does it?"

"Fuck...Hal, please, I can't take it.." Y/N begged, his body trembling.

"No, you'll take it. You'll take every inch of me." The Alpha growled, his hands gripping the Omega's waist as he began thrusting in and out, his pace fast and rough.

"No, please, Hal...stop, I can't...!"

"You can, and you will."

Hal's fingers dug into Y/N's sides, his thrusts growing faster and harder. His eyes were trained on the Omega's face, taking in the sight of his tear-stained cheeks and the drool dripping from his lips. The scent coming from the smaller male was so sweet and tempting, the Alpha's nostrils flaring as he breathed it in.

"Fuck, you're always so tight. Such a good little Omega for me."

"N-no, I'm not...I'm not..."

"Yes, you are. You're mine. My Omega."

The Alpha leaned forward, his teeth grazing the Omega's neck. He could feel the smaller male's pulse-quickening, his body shivering as the Alpha's warm breath ghosted across his skin.

"You're mine, Y/N. No one else's."

"H-Hal..."

"You're gonna be my mate, and you're gonna carry my seed and give me my first kid. I deserve it. I'm a better Alpha than any of them."

"N-nh ... ah ... n-no."

"Yes, you will. I'll fill you up with my cum, and I'll make sure it takes."

Hal leaned down over the Omega's body, his front pressing against the smaller male's chest as he continued his relentless assault on his cunt. His thrusts were deep and hard, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air.

"Mine...mine...mine." The Alpha growled, his lips ghosting over the Omega's jaw and neck.

"H-Hal, please...it h-hurts." Y/N choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks as his hands clawed at the Alpha's wrist.

"Yeah, that's right. Beg. Who's a third-rate Alpha now, huh? Who's a failure now, Y/N?" Hal snarled while nipping the Omega's jaw and neck, the sound of the conference table creaking and groaning under their weight.

Y/N had already been through his third climax at this point, his body overstimulated and sore all over from the Alpha's rough treatment. He couldn't think straight, his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain coursing through him.

"H-Hal, no, s-stop, p-plea–"

The Omega's cries were cut off by the Alpha's hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing tightly.

"Shut the fuck up. I'll let you breathe and talk when you're ready to admit who you belong to. Not before."

"H-Hal..."

The Alpha's hips were slamming into the Omega's, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing throughout the room. His knot was swelling, his thrusts growing more and more erratic.

Hal had never fucked him so brutally before, landing a harsh slap on the side of his bottom every so often while squeezing his neck even tighter. His insides felt like they were on fire, his walls clenching and throbbing around the Alpha's length.

"All that talk earlier and now look at you, crying and begging for me to stop. What happened to you thinking I'm a failure, huh? Did you change your mind?"

"I-I d-didn't. Y-you're a f-failure." Y/N managed to choke out despite his oxygen-deprived brain.

The Alpha's thrusts grew even harder, his knot catching on the Omega's rim every so often. He was close, his cock pulsating and throbbing inside the smaller male. He leaned up to stare the smaller male in the face, preparing to breed the smart-mouth brat while glaring at him through his mask.

"I can't wait to see Superman's face when you're round with my kid, knowing that you'll be mine and no one else's. And it'd better be a boy and an Alpha, or we'll be right back where we started," Hal growled, his grip on the Omega's throat tightening once more.

He continued hammering away at the Omega's heat, getting closer and closer to his end while Y/N approached his fourth, "Hope you weren't planning on having that weak Kryptonian with you during your heat. Because I'm gonna fuck you until you're pregnant, and then you're not gonna leave my side until I know you're carrying my child."

"P-perv..." Y/N weakly muttered, the Alpha's thrusts hitting his sweet spot repeatedly as he was forced to look into the Alpha's mask.

"Say what you want, but you know you're mine. And don't think I'm not going to punish you for those words earlier. I'll have you gagged and tied to the bed until you're carrying my kid. No protection this time."

Despite the lack of air in his lungs, Y/N, through the cloggy fog of his sex-muddled brain managed to mutter out one more thing before meeting his fate on the Green Lantern's knot, "I'd rather have Superman's kid than your failure spawn."

And just like that, Hal's grip on his throat tightened and his knot swelled and caught inside the Omega's hot cavern, his cock releasing his hot load while he growled, "That's it. You're gonna get it now."

Hal's knot kept his cum from spilling out of the Omega's throbbing walls, his grip tightening even more around the Omega's neck as he choked the life out of the smaller male.

The seething anger across Hal's face as he bred the Omega with his cum while he struggled to breathe was the last thing Y/N saw before blacking out.

While Y/N slipped into unconsciousness, Hal got the eerie feeling he was being watched, turning to see a trail of a familiar red cape through the small window in the door.

Superman.

The Alpha felt a sense of accomplishment and superiority, smirking as his hand squeezed the Omega's neck and the other ran down his body, settling at the base of his stomach, "Don't worry, Y/N, I'll take care of you. I'll prove to you who's the best Alpha. Just you wait."

When his knot finally deflated, Hal pulled out his limp cock from the Omega's sloppy hole. He watched as his cum spilled out of the smaller male's pink and puffy cunt, his fingers scooping some up. He pushed it back inside, his smirk growing wider.

He re-formed his entire suit while doing his best to cover him before slinging his unconscious form over his shoulder, making his way out of the room and the Hall. He was going to have his Omega, whether he liked it or not.

He was going to breed him and make him bear his child, and no one was going to stop him.

Hal had been walking for a few minutes when a large gust of wind nearly knocked him over, Superman standing before him, his expression unreadable, "What the hell do you want, Kryptonian?"

"Give him to me."

"No."

"That wasn't a request, Jordan," Clark growled, his eyes narrowing, "Give him to me."

"I don't think so. I'm the only Alpha here, and I'm going to take him back home. I'll show him that I'm the better man. And there's nothing you can do but accept it," Hal said, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Like hell, I am," Clark said, his eyes glowing red.

Hal barely had time to react before the Omega was ripped from his shoulder and cradled in Superman's arms, "What the hell?! Get your hands off him, you bastard!"

"I'm not the bastard, Hal. That title goes to you," Clark growled, his tone cold, "Now, stay away from Y/N. If I find out you've touched him again, I'll personally deliver your ring back to Oa myself. Got it?"

The Green Lantern was left speechless, watching as the Kryptonian flew off with the Omega. He was pissed, and he knew he had to get him back. He wouldn't let Superman steal what was rightfully his.

"Alright, then. Round three it is, fly-boy."

☀️ | Hal Jordan/Green Lantern | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hal Jordan x male reader + musk/scent kink 🤭

Hal Jordan x male reader

headcanon

Still exhausted but fuck it we ball. I got like three requests for Hal Jordan with a musk kink, so its all combined into this one cuz the requests were asking for the same thing.

Hal himself doesn’t have the strongest scent kink, but he does get excited when he sees how worked up you get from his scent and musk. You might try your damnest to hide your attraction, but Hal isn’t stupid, he would know.

Hal is a tease, so he would go out of his way to be just a little extra ripe whenever you come over to hang in his apartment. He would make sure to work out before you arrive, or wait to take his shower until after you show up, just so he could give you a big hug, making sure to tuck you between his pecs at the same time.

He has a huge oral fixation, both on himself and on you, so if you guys were ever getting down and frisky, he would find a way to get your mouth where he knows you want it the most.

Youd be so consumed with enjoying his scent, face buried between his pecs or licking his abs that you wouldn’t even see the grin on his face, as Hal runs his fingers through your hair. He would use the grip to turn your head this way and that, getting your tongue where he wants it.

At some point you would be able to get your wants into words, and Hal would just grin and laugh, telling you it was about time you told him, since hes known for a while. But now that you told him, you guys could do other stuff.

You would blush and sputter, feeling so embarrassed at being so obvious in your attraction, but all those thoughts would be knocked right out of your head when Hal leans back in his seat, arms tucked behind his head in nothing but a tank top.

“Come on baby~” he would purr in that teasing tone of his, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist, even when you huffed and pouted you still ended up drawn in, letting Hal cup the back of your neck and pull you into his pits.

From then on, I couldn’t imagine Hal being as subtle about it as before. Thanks to the lantern ring, Hal doesn’t have to worry about his suit getting dirty or gross when he wears it, as he can just create a small field around his body to keep the grime away.

But that also means nothing gets out from that little protective field. So, when Hal gets a little bold, he would suit up in an outfit and keep that same outfit on under his suit, making sure to get it nice and sweaty, just for you.

Maybe when you guys are having your anniversary hed do it as a little treat for you. Just show up in his suited green glowing glory, pull you into a sweet loving kiss as you guys both say happy anniversary to the other.

But then he would grin and tell you he got you a gift, a gift he thinks you would like very much. You would roll your eyes but smile, following his orders when he tells you to sit down and close your eyes.

Its only when Hal crawls into your lap and unsummons his suit that you realize what he had planned, immediately finding yourself trapped between his strong arms as he pulls you against his chest.

Your eyes would shoot open, looking up at him with wide eyes as Hal just grins down at you, telling you to enjoy in a thick teasing almost taunting tone, pressing down on your thighs to keep you seated.

It would be hard to breathe, but in that way that only made you lightheaded in the best possible way, surrounded by all sides by his addicting scent. A muffled moan would tumble out of you, hands grasping uselessly against his muscular thighs.

You felt drunk and high at the same time, barely listening to Hal as he complained about how difficult his mission was, how he didn’t even get to shower or anything before he came to see you, too busy huffing his being like some kind of addict.

When Hal sighed about his need for a shower, you could feel a thrill run up your spine as his attention turned down to you. When he offered up for you to clean him with your tongue, you almost couldn’t get to it any faster.

His scent was overpowering as you flattened your tongue and ran it across any skin accessible to you, moaning and huffing through the entire process. You felt almost like an animal, even when you got him rolled onto his back so you could access the parts of his body that weren’t easy to reach before.

Hal would lay patiently, feeling like his ego was being stroked as you borderline worshipped his body, licking from the bottom of his stomach, up between his pecs, to his pits and arms. He swore you almost came when you shuffled down between his legs, burying your face in the crevice between his thigh and crotch.

Even as Hal didn’t get any physical pleasure from the act of your musk and scent kink, hed still find himself hard and feeling a little too cocky for his own good. What could he say, being treated this way did nothing good for the ego.

But what really sold it all for Hal was seeing how you would grind into the mattress, or his boot, or whatever you could grind against, making yourself spill without your hands or his touching you, just from his scent and musk.

If you were to free his length and take it into your mouth, licking and sucking up the potent musk and taste of his skin, Hal would be over the moon. The almost drunk look in your eyes would make his insides flutter, shoving him closer and closer to the edge.

His scent would still be so strong, even after he spilled down your throat and coated your tongue in his spend, leading to you just cockwarming him for a while, letting Hal caress the top of your head as cooed praise spilled form his lips.

Having to shower afterwards always broke your heart a little, but Hal was always quick to kiss you all over and teasingly promise to do it again, when he felt you deserved it. The wink he would give you, gave you a feeling it would be sometime soon. You hoped, at least.

[prismuffin]

Aliens already knowing everything about humans= Over done, unrealistic.

So can I get an ask where it's Hal Jordan x Masc! Alien Reader?

Basically Reader's species has an more animalistic way of interacting with each other and other sepecies. Like while the species is rough housing they do little puppy teeth noms, to let the other know it's playtime not aggression.

So what if Hal Jordan is rough housing with Reader, basically like training but for more physical altercations. Reader does the little puppy teeth noms, to let Hal know he's not actually mad. But Reader noms a very sensitive part of Hal's neck and/ shoulders. Causing him moan.

So Hal while still trying to calm himself down, has to explain to Reader what Human arousal zones are, all while Reader is very worried he hurt Hal, because he's never heard a human make that sound.

I napped for longer than I thought I would- anyways I think that-

Hal would be so embarrassed as he tried to explain to you the sound he just made. Your obliviousness on the human race didn’t help him one bit as his explanation only led to more questions. He tried to shush you as you asked your questions, telling you that he was alright and that the sound didn’t mean he was hurt. You were glad he wasn’t and immediately brightened at the knowledge that he was alright. Afterwards you went back to training though after the biting thing Hal couldn’t look at you on top of him the same and so he cut it short early.

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[bigfan-fanfic]

A Regular Date (Reader x Kyle Rayner)

Hi I have a fic idea! =) Meeting Kyle out at a thrift store? Bumping into him at a diner down the way some hours later purely on accident and actually sitting down and talking over a meal and dessert with a promise to repeat the outing? And then it turns into an actual weekly, biweekly, or monthly thing that turns into dating whether they realize it or not?

"Yeah, uh... check the back." Kyle points at the shirt you've been admiring.

There's a surprisingly nice jacket you've been admiring, wondering how it ended up in the thrift store. On his suggestion, you turn it around and wince.

The back has a highly vulgar series of patches upon the back - honestly, to even wear it would involve an intensive process of removing these things.

You sigh and place the thing back on the rack.

"Sorry." Kyle winces sympathetically.

"No, no. I'm glad someone pointed it out before I got to the counter with it."

"Well then, happy to be of service." he grins. "See you around."

You wave, and go your separate ways, ready for the cute guy at the thrift store to fade into the back of your mind and memory.

But who should be there at the chill local diner a few hours later but the guy!

"Hey there!"

He grins. "Oh, hey! Did ya end up finding anything better than that jacket?"

"Actually I found a really good deal on some clothes I need for a new job. Didn't wanna break the bank on stuff, you know?"

"Yeah, I hear that." he chuckles. "Hey... would you wanna sit with me? Eat together?"

You blink several times in surprise but then smile. "Y-yeah, sure!"

He talks to you throughout the meal, just loving the easy manner of the conversation.

He's great to talk to - especially since he knows how to listen.

He asks you questions as well, he seems genuinely interested in you.

You talk long after the meal, even ordering a dessert just to prolong the time.

Kyle chuckles. "I guess we better get going. I'm sure you have better things to do with your time."

"No, I really liked talking to you."

He smiles. "I'm a guy with a... pretty jam-packed schedule, but. I'd like to do this again."

"Me too. On, uh, all of it." you chuckle wryly.

"So... how about we try to meet up next month? If I can be so bold as to ask for your time so far ahead."

You grin. "I'd like that."

And so it becomes a standing date. Once a month you come to this rundown diner and talk and eat and enjoy each other's company.

It kinda hits you after the fifth month that... you're dating this man. You text him between times, you share calls. You've been to his apartment and him to yours. You plan activities for before the dinner at the diner.

But it takes you to the seventh date to make it official. You invite him home with you and kiss him for the first time.

"Was that okay?"

He nods. "Way better than okay."

"Can we... date more than just once a month?"

"Hell yeah."

[pendragon-writes]

𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃

❤️=Romantic 🧸=Child/Teen Reader 💙=Platonic

💊=Hurt/Comfort 💛=Fluff 🌎=Au 📖=Series

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[delcakoo]

stupefy ‧₊˚ ⚡︎𓈒 p.js

for the anon who requested ravenclaw reader getting locked in a closer w slytherin jay, hope u find this :c

SUMMARY ! playing spin the bottle with your brother and his troublemaking companions results in you getting locked in a closet with his best friend, who seems to have noticed your staring throughout the night.

PAIRING ! slytherin!jay x ravenclaw!f!reader

WC ! 1.4K

GENRE ! sprinkle of fluff (?), slight suggestive, implied sexual themes from hee’s friends

WARNINGS ! making out, jay pulls your tie (so rude smh), he’s only cocky for a bit then he’s a blushy loser, mc is teased for being ravenclaw, hees being a terrible brother + his friends are just as bad

a/n: WHY DO I ALWAYS DELETE ASKS I FEEL SO BAD :c take this tiny jay fic cuz of anon’s indulging in my slytherin jay antics grhrgehbrgh

“YOUR TURN, Y/N!”

instead of being asleep like the rest of your nerdy house was, you were down in the potions room playing spin the bottle with the slytherins — or more specifically, your older brother heeseung and his annoyingly loud friends.

you've come to know a few of them quite well, especially one named park jay. it was as if the boy was sculpted by a greek god; perfect pointy nose and jawline sharper than a snake’s fang, cat-like eyes always seemingly harsh enough to pierce right into your very soul.

you were almost in a trance side-eyeing him half the night, but the sound of your name makes your head snap up, nervously adjusting your glasses, "h-huh?

“aw, look at the lil' raven," a girl named karina hisses in amusement, "it's your turn, cutie. don't be shy." you'd think heeseung, being your older brother and all, would stand up for you by now and tell his friends to play nice. but the slytherin male only smirked just as evilly as the rest of his housemates, staring down at you through his wavy black bangs without a hint of empathy. it really was a wonder how the two of you were even related.

as you gulp and move to grab the bottle, you feel jay's gaze sharpen on you even further.

please, please, anybody but him. you doubt you'd survive being in the supply closet with jay for more than a minute, any more than that and you'd probably faint on the spot.

with a last shaky breath you release the bottle, everyone turning silent as the glass quietly spins and spins. before you know it, the bottle begins slowing down. it goes past everyone at the table: first sunghoon.. karina…. heeseung.. yeonjun..

you freeze.

the bottle stops, and in utter horror, you look up to see the face of park jay smirking down at you, mischief evident in his shimmering pupils. of course your luck had to fall down the drain at the worst times, it was all too predictable. karina cackles, “yah, isn’t this too mean? jay, go easy on her!”

you desperately look at your big brother, who you always looked up to for help, but the emotionless boy is already pushing you towards the supply closet with a sinful grin, sunghoon doing the same to jay next to you. “w— hold on, hee i don’t want—“

“have fun!” slam.

you continue staring at the locked door, dumbstruck as the voices of the other slytherin’s slowly fade away. in one hopeless attempt of desperation, you reach up to test the handle a few times. the last source of light illuminating the room full of strange ingredients and liquids was a single hanging lantern, only increasing the dreadful mood.

“sunghoon has the key,” a raspy voice provides. you turn, eyes finally locking with jay’s as he perchs up against the wall, arms crossed calmly. you weren’t sure what it is you were expecting from this unlucky scenario, but it definitely wasn’t the usually wreckless slytherin maintaining a respectful distance from you.

though you notice that unlike your brother, his gaze reflected genuine emotion; a hint of pity showing through his pupils as you glue yourself to the ground anxiously. he looks even more perfect up close despite his untucked shirt and loose green tie, black cloak almost falling off on one side.

it’s tranquil for another moment before jay speaks up again, running ring-attired fingers through his raven bangs. “why were you staring at me?”

your mind blanks, unprepared for such a sudden call out. “i.. i wasn’t.. i didn’t stare at you,” you mumble pathetically.

the slytherin looks at you again with a knowing simper. you swear he whispered ‘cute’ under his breath, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it before he replied, “during spin the bottle,” jay refers. “don’t think i didn’t notice. your little glasses don’t hide anything.” with no response, you tilt your head down in shame and embarrassment.

suddenly, the boy pushes off the wall, stalking towards you ever so slowly. when you try to step back in response, a shelf full of potions nearly tips over as your back stabs into it.

you gasp at the contact, facing forward again to see jay right up in your space, hands pinning your sides in with a brow raised. “do you have a crush on me or something?”

you choke in horror, “what!? no!” he brings his face even closer to yours, watching for a reaction. when you don’t bother making an effort to escape or even turn your head away, he chuckles, small fangs poking through his pink lips as he realises you want this just as much as him.

before you can process it, the boy has taken your perfectly done blue tie through his fingers, rubbing down the material leisurely. “tsk tsk tsk.. little ravenclaws like you shouldn’t lie, could get you in trouble.” he suddenly yanks your tie harshly, grasping the material as you’re tugged towards him with a yelp, lips centimetres from his plump ones. “i can feel your heart racing,” he snickers.

you aren’t sure how you haven’t passed out yet; he was undeniably stunning up close, black bangs covering bits of his eyes, tongue poking out to moisten his chapped lips as he holds you against the shelf.

with a breathy exhale, you slowly reach a hand up to place against his own defined torso, grinning at the feeling of his own heart beating rapidly out of his chest. ”i can feel yours too,” you fire back teasingly.

at that, his smug expression staggers for a moment, processing your boldness in surprise. then, he smiles, reaching up to push a loose hair strand behind your ear. “caught me there.”

your smile grows a fraction. “jay,” you mutter, glancing at the locked door. the slytherin hums in acknowledgment, the sharp tip of his nose poking your own. “can you..”

he waits, “can i what, princess?”

you swallow, fingers wrapping all the way around the large wrist that’s calmly raking through your hair. “kiss me?”

jay’s cocky smirk returns, tilting his head evilly, “what’s the magic word? c’mon, ravenclaw’s should know all their manners,” he taunts.

your jaw ticks in irritation. instead of doing as the taller boy asks, you don’t think twice before switching your positions, pressing him into the shelf while kissing him just as you please.

jay groans in alarm at the feeling of your soft lips moving against his, visibly having an inner debate on teaching you a lesson or letting you have your fun. it seems he chooses the second option, allowing your hands to roam into his jet black roots while gently cupping your cheek as if you were a vase; broken into pieces if he touched you any rougher.

after a couple minutes more, you separate for air, staring at each other with glazed out irises. it was clear who had more experience; jay breathing half steadily while you nearly pant your lungs out, lifting a hand to wipe your steamed up glasses.

“do you think your brother’s gonna beat me up?” he suddenly asks, though not looking scared in the slightest.

you scoff in amusement, “no, he doesn’t care about me. he’s the one who pushed me in here, remember?” feeling irritated by the mere thought of heeseung, you step closer again to kiss him and distract the both of you, right when a lock clicking reaches your ears.

the closet is aggressively jerked open, a flood of light shining into the storage room. “time’s up, jay! get off the poor thing—“

everyone peeping into the closet pauses in confusion, taking in the sight of you caging a boy much bigger than you against a shelf, lips swollen and hair a mess as jay blushes in humiliation, pushing you off of him.

first sunghoon giggles, then heeseung begins to cackle, before they’re all laughing, grabbing jay’s shoulders and pushing him around, pinching his red cheeks and ruffling his hair even further. “getting pushed around by hee’s little sister? a ravenclaw, really bro?” yeonjun snickers playfully.

with that, the group of slytherin’s begin to walk off without sparing you another glance, much too preoccupied teasing the black haired boy. you begin to chuckle for a moment, feeling proud of yourself until through the midst of the chaos, jay meets your eyes furiously.

he rudely points at you, then raises it to his neck, making a cut throat motion.

you had a terrible feeling this wouldn’t be your last encounter with your brother’s best friend.

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[mrskokushibo]

From Desire

I NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I

A/N: This story is inspired by an Ask from the lovely @cursetopia ❤️ as well as my rp with Kokushibo involving an o/c I created. It is very au-ish and not my usual style. But let's see what you guys think. Next week I will be back with a "proper" smut: the requested Kokushibo x nun!reader- it will be dirrrrty 😁😁🔥

Synopsis: Kokushibo has an affair and it results in his mistress getting pregnant.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral. Vaginal penetration. Kokushibo x o/c.

Word count: 3832

Masterlist

She was sitting peacefully with her eyes closed listening to the sounds of swords clashing coming from the courtyard. To her, it was the closest thing to music, being a seasoned warrior and a swordsman herself she could distinguish each different strike and parry by only listening to how the metal resonated upon contact. The force, the angle of attack, and the type of blow gave out a unique tone, not dissimilar to singing or an instrument, that created a unique musical score. This always triggered her senses to pick up a katana and join in the lethal dance.

She loved nothing more than to practice her sword techniques, but it brought her almost as much joy knowing, that her beloved child was learning from the same man that once taught her. A few deep breaths and she was done with her meditation. She stood up and straightened her exquisite kimono, it was black and adorned with red and purple dragonflies. The obi was golden with one single red dragonfly on one side. Slowly and quietly, she walked up toward the open shoji door and without getting noticed, leaned on the frame with her arms crossed, observing the two warriors training in the courtyard. The dimmed light from the lanterns illuminating the enclosed space was causing orange flashes to reflect on the metal of the blades, giving the sparring a resemblance to lightning flashes crashing at immense speeds.

They were magnificent to watch. The two Upper Moons, Kokushibo and her son, Hayate. Their technique was flawless, it was almost like a dance with both opponents striking and parrying with pre-calculated precision. They were such impressive men too, her son’s resemblance to Upper Moon One was striking: he had the same tall and massive build, and he also shared a similarly handsome face with six eyes, though these eyes were pale jade green, just like hers. He had long, thick unruly black hair with purple streaks, that he tied up in a half ponytail, with most of the glorious locks hanging down freely and cascading like a cape down his back.

But he was also so different from his father: where Kokushibo was stoic and reserved, with very few words to ever say to anyone, Hayate was playful and chatty and he was never far away from firing the most charming of smiles. His personality was mischief personified and he was so alike her in character that it often made her shake her head at his adventures. His popularity with the female demons was immense, but luckily the young man was also just as ambitious and focused as his father, so these types of adventures were relatively under control. Although, she did hear rumours about a few hearts getting broken thanks to Hayate. She knew all too well how that felt and secretly sympathised with the females. But she did not have much influence over his romantic choices, just as she did not have any control over his father’s …. If only things were different… she sighed, but quickly rejected the thought.

The two males stopped practicing and the younger threw his head back in laughter:

‘You are getting slow, father. A few more years and we will be swapping places’

His eyes sparkled as he sheathed his katana sticking it under the obi of his sober black outfit.

Kokushibo’s reaction was as expected, a shake of the head and a sigh

‘Son, you do not wish to change the hierarchy. It will cause uproar.’

His limited sense of humour was funny on its own and caused Hayate to often tease him almost to a breaking point. Throughout the years she always admired Kokushibo’s patience with the head-strong and energetic boy. She only wished that these moments together were more frequent, but this would not have been possible.

At the time that Hayate was conceived, Kokushibo already had a fiancée, a stunning Upper Moon demon, so her own existence had to quickly be hidden away. With the exception of Muzan, who needed to know everything that was happening at the Infinity Castle, and surprisingly Douma, who was more supportive of her than of the prudish Kokushibo in that specific instance. Her affair with Upper Moon One caused enough of a scandal and the presence of his pregnant mistress would simply be damaging to his reputation. So, together with Muzan, Kokushibo organised for her to stay in a lavish mansion within the confines of the Infinity Castle, but hidden away well enough that not even Nakime knew of its existence. Well, especially not Nakime…

She never lacked anything and her life raising Hayate was one filled with joy. Her sociable nature allowed her to gain a tight-knit circle of friends, and…she became close with Douma. A very physical relationship that never seemed to drain out of fuel for the carnal passion they shared. As for Kokushibo…well, they still shared their moments… but overall, the friendship they shared was the foundation of their interactions and a prerequisite to being able to raise Hayate without conflicts.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Kokushibo.

‘I must go now. Muzan summoned me on a mission again. By the way, our son is progressing well. This makes me glad’

Hayate butted in on the conversation: ‘Progressing well? But Father, I am beyond that, I nearly beat you.’ He laughed again and winked at her.

‘Only because I let you’

Kokushibo replied, but now with a little smirk in the corner of his mouth. He gave his son a pat on the back. There was so much love in their interaction and she could not have been more grateful for that. Fathers and sons not always got along, Kokushibo experienced that on his own skin, and maybe that was part of the reason he was such a great parent to Hayate.

He turned to her again:

‘Are you going to be …. alone tonight?’

It always amused her, how from the very beginning of their interactions, he was so concerned over her romantic interests. Odd for someone claiming to have no real interest in her…

‘You know I won’t be.’

She smiled gently and blushed at the thought of what she and her lover had in store for tonight. Especially, since Hayate was out of the mansion pursuing his own desires with some new female.

Upon his leave, she gave Kokushibo a hug and he reciprocated, squeezing her small body in friendly affection.

‘Please, stay safe’ she whispered to him.

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18 years earlier

It was a lazy week, with all missions called off and Infinity Castle more quiet than usual. Kokushibo was resting in his large mansion awaiting a visit from a female lower-rank demon. It was unusual for him to have visitors other than his fiancée, but he made an exception for this one. The female demon requested the visit with endorsement from Muzan-sama himself, which sparked Kokushibo’s interest.

  ‘Master, she is here’ a servant appeared bowing to him.

Without a word and with a subtle hand gesture Kokushibo indicated that she could be let in. The servant moved to the side to let the female in and left quietly sliding the door behind him. He observed the female in silence as she slowly moved to the middle of the room and bowed politely, accompanied only by the gentle shuffle of silk upon silk. She was dressed in an expensive black kimono with red, gold, and purple details, that was hugging her hourglass figure. Her hair was long, shiny, and dark purple. And when she finally lifted her gaze to him, he was met with a pair of large, sparkling pale jade green eyes. But what caught his attention was that she had a katana at her side.

‘What is your name, demon?’ He decided to break the silence.

‘Akatsuki, my Lord.’

‘Hmm, tell me, Akatsuki. What brings you here?’

She was becoming a little wary, his deep voice and presence intimidating her more than she expected. She steadied herself and responded.

‘I am here by Lord Muzan’s recommendation. I would like to respectfully ask you to train me.’

Kokushibo was taken aback by her directness. Train her? Why would he do something like that? He looked her up and down and tilted his head back pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes.

‘That is a very bold request. Who are you to ask such a thing of me?’

Akatsuki’s heart sank for a moment. But then she remembered Lord Muzan’s instructions: *tell your story in a compelling manner and you will see that he is not as scary as he comes across*

She straightened her back and started talking.

‘Very well, my Lord. Would you care to hear my story if that is what is required for you to make up your mind?’

‘Yes, go ahead.’ He had time and did not mind a good story, as long as it was not him doing the talking.

‘Well, Master. I come from a faraway place called Europa. I lived in a time before you even were born. I always enjoyed books and learning how things worked, I gained knowledge in how to treat wounds and deliver children, and soon enough I was busy helping the local people with their health problems. Unfortunately, I also attracted the attention of men, and when that attention was given by the wrong one, upon rejection, his hurt pride made him report me to the Church for practicing witchcraft. When the inquisitors tormented me, I no longer prayed to God for mercy, because what evil deity would allow for such misdoing? No, I prayed that demons would avenge me, if hell was where they thought I belonged that it might just as well be hell that saves me.’

‘ And so, on the night preceding my execution, a demon approached me in my dark cell and offered me a transformation. And I accepted. I never once regretted my decision as my life has been an adventure, I never thought possible. I traveled the continent as I pleased, learned magic from the WItchers of Eastern Europe, and entertained powerful men in the courts of the West and in the Harems of the exotic Middle East. Eventually, the people over there learned how to kill demons and my life was in danger once again. But as it seems to be my fate I got lucky once more, in the Harem of the Sultan of Turkey I met a courtesan, a stunning oriental beauty and she told me tales of the new powerful Demon King, Muzan, that was gaining power in Japan.’

‘For me, the decision was an easy one. I arrived in Japan in the late Sengoku era. I was quickly introduced to lord Muzan who was curious about a demon not originating from his own blood. This was also the reason I could never rise in the ranks as my powers were so different from the local demons. Nevertheless, I gained his trust and since then I have served him well. You know, Master, I spotted you on one of my first visits to Lord Muzan, but never dared approach you. It took me decades and a lot of sword training to even dare ask Lord Muzan to put in a word for me with you. Thank you for giving me your time to listen to my story.’

She bowed to him and went silent.

Kokushibo was clearly fascinated by her story. He had his eyes fixated on her all the while she was talking and when she stopped, after a moment of silence, he responded.

‘Very well, then. I will train you if you have the aptitude. Be ready tomorrow. I will summon you.’

‘Thank you, my Lord’ She gave him a deep bow and quietly left the room.

In the weeks and months that followed, their training progressed seamlessly. Her aptitude and skills were more than sufficient and he was amazed that she really was one of the best sword fighters he has ever encountered. Of course, he knew she would never reach his level as he was the best there was, but the effort and steady progress were leaving him very satisfied. To her surprise and relief, he was a very patient and fair sensei. Never losing his temper or trying deliberately to harm her.

Their relationship slowly evolved into friendship, she even noticed he was beginning to understand her sense of humour. As for him, he really enjoyed how lively she was, he was never bored around her and it was almost as if she had the ability to bring out the child in him. Everything seemed perfect until that fateful night. As friendly as their interactions were, she was a very hotblooded female, and being around him did not leave her unmoved...

She was extremely attracted to him sexually. He was impressive and her senses were sometimes playing tricks on her, beyond what she could have any control over. Her thoughts wandered to dirty places and she was undressing him in her mind, imagining him doing things to her. She tried to never think like this with him present, but afterward, she was forced to touch herself. She was always worried whether he could sense her feelings, him having constant and uninterrupted access to the transparent world…

On that night, she was interrupted in her sleep by someone barging into her chamber. It was Kokushibo, standing there at the foot of her futon with his katana drawn, ready to attack. She sprang out of bed, wearing essentially nothing more than her breast binding and a minuscule fundoshi. She quickly grabbed her katana from underneath her bed and positioned herself in a defensive stance.

‘What are you doing here, my Lord?’

‘A warrior should always be prepared. See this as a surprise training.’

Without giving her a chance to get dressed, he attacked. She quickly parried and rolled away, but he kept on going. A thought struck her and she smiled, *how about this, Master. I’m not decent, so neither should you be* With a quick and light strike of her katana, she slashed through both his obi and the belts holding up his hakama, making all his clothes drop to the floor. He was furious.

‘You will pay for this.’

His attack was powerful, and when she attempted to block, his sheer weight made her fall backward resulting in them both tumbling down onto the futon. He was now on top of her with his sword pressing hers down toward her neck. And it was then that she felt it, the familiar bulge pressing on her thigh. He was getting an erection... She was quickly distracted from any indecent thoughts forming as the pressure from his sword was so hard that her katana suddenly snapped in two, her barely managing to roll out from underneath him, barely escaping having her throat cut.

As she lifted her head up, she saw him shift to the side, he was facing her, about to speak and that is when her thoughts started to drift off in a dangerous direction. She was scanning his magnificent body, his broad shoulders and voluminous chest, the perfect triangle running down to his groin, and … the huge, now fully erect cock. Her instinct took over and she slowly crawled back to him, sitting down next to him, she placed her hand on his chest at the level with his heart and used the other to run through his hair. She looked him straight in the eye and spoke:

‘Master, I know this is wrong to ask of you, but I would like you to take me, here and now. I am yours to do what you please with. I want to serve you, worship you…’

He did not pull away, nor stopped her hands from touching him. He was nearly double her size and shamelessly strong, yet he took no action to halt her.

‘I will do no such thing. I did not choose to unrobe. This was your doing.’

He spoke, keeping up the appearance of defiance. It was as if he wanted her to act, to unburden him from a decision he did not want to make, but at the same time initiate something he so deeply desired to happen.

She could feel his heart beating faster under the palm of her hand, and his chest heaving with strained breathing. With the same hand, she started to trace down his chest and when she reached his groin, she started massaging gently around his cock, without touching it yet. Pearls of precum started to leak out of the tip and she could hear him sigh quietly.

‘Do not do this. I warn you. I am a samurai, my honour does not allow for this. Stop or you will pay.’

But she knew better than to listen to futile threats.

‘Samurai, my Lord, had concubines.’

She did not seize her movement, instead, she snaked her delicate hand on the shaft of his cock, grabbed hold of it, and began to slowly, but firmly pump it up and down, smearing the precum on the entire length. Her hand barely fit around his sizeable manhood, so she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around the leaking tip. She became completely engulfed in the action, mesmerised by his taste and the feel of both the softness of his skin and the hardness of the cock it covered.  

‘You need to stop…..doing this.’

His whisper sounded more like a moan now. She pulled away from him, her lips wet and pouting from the sucking action and she gave him the most innocent look with her big green eyes:

‘Master, make me stop then, it is your choice, you could overpower me with ease…but… you are still here.’

She moved closer to his face and placed her hand on his chest again, whispering

‘I know there is a beast sleeping inside you, I want to see it awaken. Ravage me, Master. Show me how powerful you truly are.’

There was complete silence after this. Him gazing at her with narrowed eyes.

A second later he flipped her on her back and pushed her down into the mattress with nearly his full body weight. He hissed in her ear:

‘I am furious, that you drove me to do this.’

And with that, he shoved the entire length of his huge cock into her, without any consideration for whether she was ready or not. And was she ever more ready… her arousal has been driving her crazy throughout their entire verbal exchange, making her pussy sopping wet and aching from clenching on nothing. So, him filling every last inch of her insides like this made her instantly moan in pleasure. He was literally plowing into her. His thrusts hard and deep. Every sensitive spot inside her was now being stimulated, she was tracing her hands all over his strong, brawny back and through his thick mane.

She was about to burst, edging for what felt like an eternity, and when her orgasm finally came, she was about to scream uncontrollably. He was quick to put his large hand on her mouth to muffle the scream. Her body was still arching in the after-spams of her pleasure, her bucking her hips into him, when he slowly stopped and removed his hand from over her mouth. She pulled his head down into a kiss and he reciprocated, their tongues exploring their mouths hungrily, tasting, devouring each other.

He pulled his head back and placed her in a mating press, his large hands pressing her thighs tight down toward her torso. He resumed thrusting his hips into her at an ungodly pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to her cervix. She could tell he was slowly losing control, dissolving into his pleasure. All of a sudden, he leaned over her, put his face on the side of her neck, and sank his fangs into her soft skin, drawing just a little bit of blood. She moaned loudly as this elicited indescribable pleasure.

He cupped one of her breasts and started squeezing it while playing with her nipple. Each squeeze made her back arch in overstimulation. His thrusts were getting faster and the room was filled with her moaning and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. His thrusts became sloppy, deeper, and needier, with the tip of his cock now entering her cervix. At last, he lost all control and came with a growl, pumping her full of his fertile cum.

He stayed inside her for a while, collapsed lying on top of her, in complete silence with only their hearts beating in sync. Eventually, he moved off her, pressed his head to hers, and placed his huge arm on top of her until they both drifted off to sleep.

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During the following weeks, the shame of what happened between them kept them apart. Both of them too proud to give each other the satisfaction of showing remorse. However, Akatsuki was starting to feel … strange. Her heat never came since they fucked and she started feeling nauseous in the mornings. She realised that she was pregnant. She gathered her courage and approached him.

‘Good evening, my Lord’

She was pale, her hands were shaking and she had to hide the tears steadily pooling in her eyes.

‘I need to tell you something. I am afraid that our little…encounter, had consequences, more precisely one consequence. You are going to be a father.’

She was prepared for the potential punishment. Him driving her away or worse: killing her. But his reaction stunned her more than anything of the above. Without a word he walked up to her and grabbed her shaking hands, steadying them. His breathing was heavy and his speech almost stammering.

‘I will love this child with all my heart. We will need to make arrangements so you receive all the help you need with raising it. I believe it will have great powers. As for us, due to my status, I am not in a position to offer you my love, but my friendship is something you will never lose. There is nothing you can do to lose it. Do you understand?’

And with that, he hugged her and held her like this for a long time.

‘I will have a new katana made for you, you will need one to keep your practice up as I want someone to train my son the times I am not available to do so’

His words put a big smile on her face.

And thus, arrangements were made, she was looked after during her pregnancy and when the male child finally arrived in this world, she named him Hayate, the name synonymous with a suddenly approaching hurricane, as that is how he entered her world from the very moment of the stormy night of his conception.

A child born from desire and into love.

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Huge thanks to my friend @kokusfluffyhair for inspiration and for her amazing rp blog @koku-shibou 🙏❤️❤️😘. My o/c has so much fun with your muse 😊😍💕

Tagging my lovelies ❤️: @tired-writer04 @koyuki-the-flower @akaza-dono-the-basketball @doumadono @paintoreos @fuckkyourlife @abandonedhhearts @cursetopia

[fandomnerd9602]

Could you make a green lantern male reader x the marvels?

The Marvels accidentally end up on the planet OA, where they discover the existence of the Green Lanterns, and meet the reader with one of the best Lanterns.

The Marvels crashland on OA. Y/N is the first to answer...

Y/N: is everyone okay? Oh...Hi honey!

Carol: hey baby!

Monica: oh great! How many people are you married to?!

Carol: technically Y/N's my one true marriage (winks at Y/N)

Y/N: I can give you guys a lift back to Earth. But I gotta go repair the rip above Prince Yan's planet first.

Kamala: Carol...you have the most awesome life!!!

[solar-wing]

⚣ Love's Punishment 🏛️

⚣🏛️ A/N → If y'all knew how many times I deleted and restarted this entire thing... I don't even remember how I got this idea, I just remember wanting to write an obsession/love spell fic where some male superheroes go batshit crazy & horny over the reader. Either way, hope you all enjoy it. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | OMEGAVERSE | Canon-Typical Violence | Alpha Barry Allen/Flash | Alpha Hal Jordan/Green Lantern | Alpha Clark Kent/Superman | Demigod-Omega Male Reader | Obsessive Behavior/Actions | Attempted Non-Con | Dub-Con | Oral Play | Knotting | Bonding Marks | Sneaky & Meddlesome Gods & Goddesses |

Prompts Used: @rednsuch – #39 “Just the smell of you gets me excited, darling.” – #13 “Stop being such a brat.”

⚣🏛️ Summary → One may ask what it's like having a God or Goddess for a parent. Honestly, not fun, and Y/N is a perfect example of that considering how he's being punished by his mother. How do you even bring up this level of mommy issues in therapy?

⚣🏛️ Word Count → 6.2K

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🏛️

Daddy issues this, and Daddy issues that.

What about the people who have mommy issues? Because they exist, and Y/N would be shocked if anyone else’s relationship challenges with their mother were similar to his own.

Truthfully, he would never understand or believe the idea that someone could have sex and procreate with a god or goddess and not have one clue. There was no divine light following behind them? No wisps of magic or sparkles. No flowers and bright auras left in their footpaths?

Nothing, not a single clue?

Bullshit.

You may ask yourself, “Y/N, whatever could be wrong with someone having adult fun and having children with a god or goddess?”

Lots of things, actually. There could be an encyclopedia on why that could be a bad idea with lots of consequences to follow. Too many to get into right at this moment considering he was busy trying to cover his head and face from getting blasted while hanging off a superhero’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

Getting punished by a god or goddess was not for the weak.

No kid liked getting in trouble and punished by their parents. It was a very unpleasant and frustrating feeling when you had to answer for something you either 100% did without thinking of the circumstances, or something that happened and you were the victim of said circumstances.

But imagine getting punished by your God or Goddess parent for something that you had no control over. Even more, something said parent was directly responsible for!

The hypocrisy of it all.

Y/N’s father was a handsome man. Their genes were always divinely blessed, the Alpha always liked to joke, and the young Omega didn’t realize the irony of that statement until he got older and started questioning things.

Whenever he thought about changing his appearance or switching something up, it happened immediately without any action or movement from him. At one point during some teenage life crisis, he wanted to go blonde but didn’t even need to purchase dye. One moment he’s looking at his natural hair color and looks down to grab his comb. Next thing he knows, he’s got a full head of blond hair in the exact style he imagined. And it looked goood.

There was another time when he wished in his head that the sweater he was eyeing while shopping was gray instead of red, but according to the store, they never produced that particular color. When he went to go look at other options, imagine his surprise when he turned back two minutes later and it seemed as if the store did indeed have gray. And from a closer look, they only had gray. Starting to see the point?

Y/N could read people like a book, especially pertaining to feelings of affection, desire, and jealousy. Imagine the ability to feel someone’s very adult-like feelings, and you hadn’t even hit puberty yet. His dad had to have the birds and the bees talk with him much earlier than planned.

One of the most concerning things was Y/N's naturally attractive aura and charming voice. Though, he couldn’t tell if it was his voice or just the words he spoke that were attractive. But, people seemed to flock to him like moths to a flame. Even at a young age, many fought for his attention, whether it was classmates, friends, family, or strangers he’d run into when out with his dad.

It was normal for an Omega to be highly desired and sought after by Alphas, but it wasn’t just them fighting for his attention. Y/N had Betas and Omegas alike competing with each other for the chance to get acquainted with him.

By the time he entered high school, on record, he had up to four secret admirers (and two stalkers), and when things only seemed to get more out of control, that’s when his dad finally decided to sit him down and explain the truth to him.

“So, yeah. Probably should have told you this when you were younger, but your mom’s Aphrodite.”

…

Not joking, he 100% said it just like that.

Of course, you can imagine the Omega’s confusion and somewhat anger that this information had been withheld for most of his life. Now, not only did Y/N have to deal with the everyday struggles of life and being an Omega, but he also had to balance being the demigod son to the Goddess of Beauty, Love, and Desire. When you think about it, it made the Omega thing 10x more stressful than it already was.

This was the type of shit people wrote and fantasized about.

Wait a sec…

…

Nah.

Now, back to the beginning, since we have some more context, what was this so-called punishment, and why did it have Y/N grumbling about mommy issues while being whisked around the nation’s capital as some superheroes had it out with each other over who got to claim his body affection?

Oh, nothing serious, really. Just mommy dearest trying to interfere with her son’s love life! Who knew the immortal parents were privy to the same, petty tactics as their mortal counterparts…

Unlike most others who would be excited at the thought of being the child of Aphrodite, Y/N felt he had an unfair advantage when it came to dating and relationships, given his semi-godly abilities and gifts. After his last relationship ended in a horror show with a sequel he promised would never see production, he swore off dating and romance for good.

Well, that didn’t fly too well with Aphrodite. Her children, full-blood and half-blood, were always known for their romantic escapades. One of them was the face of Valentine’s Day! Well, his cousin from Rome was, at least.

So, with the help of her son and Y/N’s half-brother, Eros, God of Love, Lust, and Sex, (the mentioned Greek cousin to Cupid) they set up a little divine punishment for the young Demigod to teach him a lesson for rejecting his goldy heritage. It also paid off as insurance, just in case.

Deities and their children were always known to be stubborn little beings.

Aphrodite sent Eros down to Earth to follow his half-blood sibling around, observing his actions and who he interacted with. And, for any male Alpha that the Omega came in contact with, the God of Lust was to ensure a connection was established between the two if he deemed them worthy enough.

Simply put, he was to shoot male Alpha he figured his mother would approve as a match for her son/his brother in the ass with a love arrow. Now, why she told him to shoot only male Alphas and not female, you’d have to ask her.

Mother knows best.

Unlucky for Y/N, they chose one of the worst days to do that when he happened to be in Washington, D.C. for a work-related trip.

Do you know what else is in Washington, D.C.? The Justice League headquarters.

But, why would that be a problem? Do you really need an explanation?

Imagine how interesting it would be if, at the same time Y/N happened to be in Washington, D.C., one of the famous Justice League heroes like Flash, Green Lantern, or Superman happened to be there as well. Picture how tempting of an opportunity it would be for Eros after he was told to find the best potential matches for his little brother.

Pretty damn tempting if you ask anyone else.

Now, if we’re being truthful, Superman was Eros’ ideal choice for his brother, knowing their mother would definitely approve of the relationship between her son and the Kryptonian. Even if he wasn’t an Alpha due to his alien biology, he still had all the ideal traits of one. Not to mention his strong features and handsome looks.

But, he wasn’t opposed to one of the other heroes like Flash or Green Lantern. And when the latter had been the one to save Y/N during some random battle that broke out between the League and some villains, he figured why not just shoot them all and see who came out on top?

Plus, he was the God of Sex just as much as he was of Love. He wanted to see who out of the three heroes had the sexual prowess to handle someone like his brother. Prude or not, being mated to a child of Aphrodite meant you had to be strong in a lot of ways, especially when it came down to the nitty and gritty.

And who said he couldn’t get a little entertainment out of this?

That entertainment is what led Y/N to his situation of being carried throughout the city like some prize while the world’s defenders fought with each other like kids trying to get the last cookie in the jar.

As said, it started with Green Lantern rescuing him and carrying him away to some random rooftop. Everything seemed normal until Y/N noticed a change in the hero and his sudden lustful gazes that were being directed at him. He'd been on the receiving end of a fair amount of adoration and attention by admiring and persistent Alphas, but this he could tell was something different.

And it was.

Eros had shot Green Lantern with the love arrow while they were still in the sky. Now, instead of thinking about the fight he was leaving his comrades to handle by themselves without his assistance, all his thoughts were centered around the Omega in his arms and how blessed he was to be in the presence of such a radiant being.

And how much he couldn't wait to claim his body all for himself. Besides, no one was more fitting or deserving of an Omega of Y/N's stature than the Green Lantern himself. At least, that's what his love-delusioned, and frankly, naturally egotistical mind believed.

Y/N didn't have time to even question what was going on before the green-clad hero had whisked him away to a rooftop, not too far from where the fight was happening. He figured it was over after that and the Alpha would return to his comrades after setting him down.

Imagine the Omega's shock when he found himself pressed against a wall, the hero kissing and nuzzling his neck while running his hands down his body.

"W-What are you doing?" Y/N stuttered out, trying to push the man away but to no avail.

"What does it look like? I'm saving you," The hero's voice was gruff and desperate, and the Omega was starting to get concerned.

"Okay, but this is less saving and more of molesting," Y/N struggled, having his arms pinned against the wall before feeling a hand running down his body towards his pants.

"I'm saving you from other Alphas trying to claim you. After this, you'll belong to me, and me only," Lantern growled gruffly in his ear, an aggressiveness that was all too familiar to the Omega. He'd seen this behavior before but didn't have much time to think about it as the hero started unbuttoning his pants.

"W-Wait! Stop!"

"No, I can't," Lantern shook his head, his eyes glazed over.

"You're under a spell or something!" Y/N tried again, but his words fell on deaf ears.

"I can't stop myself. I need you now," The hero growled, finally pulling the Omega's pants and underwear down before undoing his own and pulling out his throbbing, hard cock.

"No! Stop! You don't want to do this!"

"Stop being such a brat. I need to do this," Lantern's voice was firm and demanding.

Before the green-clad hero could achieve his objective, he was suddenly yanked off the Omega by a red and yellow blur, electricity crackling off it. The Omega after realizing he was free wasted no time in pulling his underwear and pants back up, watching as the blur, now recognized to be Flash, was currently fighting with Green Lantern near the edge of the rooftop.

"What are you doing, man?!" Flash yelled, trying to restrain the other hero.

"Let go of me, I need to save him!" Lantern growled, fighting the speedster's hold.

"From what?" Flash questioned, looking at the Omega confused.

"He's mine!"

"He's not yours!"

"Yes, he is!"

"GL, you need to get a grip."

"He's my Omega! I need to mark him!"

From his position, Y/N could see Flash was struggling to hold the other Alpha down and figured he should probably make his exit right about now. He made his way over to the fire escape, about to climb over until a figure floated up from below.

Superman, ever in his large and slightly intimidating form with his cape blowing in the wind looked down at the Omega with a smile, offering his hand, "Need some help?"

The Omega smiled with a soft blush, trying to quell his nerves at the Alpha's admittedly very handsome and chiseled face. Again, the Omega was no prude, nor was he oblivious to all the gossip and rumors of the world's protectors and their handsome and muscular figures. The latter was made even more prominent by the tight nature of their uniforms.

Y/N would be lying if he said he wasn't looking at Flash's prominent glutes hidden under the red spandex.

But, before the Omega took the Kryptonian's equally large hand, he noticed something in the background. The fight that initially led to this whole mess was still going on. Yet, three of the main superheroes involved in that fight were over here. Flash, he threw to the back of his mind since the speedster did technically save him. But, why was Superman here?

That's when Y/N noticed something in the Kryptonian hero's eyes. An expression almost identical to the one he just saw in Green Lantern.

Uh oh.

Before the Omega could even react, the Alpha had already scooped him up into his arms and flew off into the sky.

"H-Hey! Put me down!" Y/N stuttered, struggling in the Alpha's hold.

"I can't. I need to save you," Superman's voice was low and deep, and the Omega could feel the vibrations from his chest.

Hmm, where had he heard that before?

"Save me from what?"

"Other Alphas trying to claim you," The Kryptonian explained, and Y/N could have sworn he heard a growl in his voice.

A nervous feeling settled into his stomach, and if he wasn't careful, he'd find himself falling prey and submissive to the very situation he was trying to find a way out of. Being Aphrodite's son as mentioned before, he had an extraordinary gift with the power of emotions and desires. He could project his feelings of desire and love onto others, just as much as he could mirror them.

Another one of those aforementioned consequences of deities breeding with mortals.

The only thing Y/N struggled to figure out though was why all of this was happening. He'd never had a run-in with any of these heroes before, and the only time he'd seen behavior like this was when it was related to his...

...Of course.

His mother.

Now, everything was starting to make sense. This could only be the work of mommy dearest, and if Y/N had to guess, his half-brother Eros as well.

He'd have to deal with that problem later, though. Right now, he needed to focus on the task at hand, and that was escaping the arms of a very powerful, very strong, and very horny superhero.

"You're mine. I'll protect you from the others," Superman continued, and Y/N could feel a slight rumble in the Alpha's chest.

"I'm not yours," The Omega shook his head, continuing to struggle.

"Yes, you are. You're mine," The Kryptonian's grip tightened, and the Omega winced at the pain.

Y/N looked down and quickly rid himself of any thoughts that he could survive a fall from this height. Even if he was Aphrodite's son, he lacked something vitally important that his mother and brother both possessed. Immortality.

Hopefully, he could figure another way out of this.

He knew there was no reasoning with the Alpha. As long as he was under Eros' spell, no amount of logic or reasoning would get through to him. As cliché as it may sound, Y/N needed a divine intervention.

Thankfully, it seemed as if one was on the way.

Trails of green energy suddenly surrounded the pair, forming a giant floating cage. Superman turned to see his comrade, having escaped from Flash's grasp flying toward them.

"Get away from him!" Green Lantern yelled, flying towards the duo.

"No! He belongs to me. You have no right to him Lantern," Superman shouted back, clutching the Omega closer.

"You're not even a real Alpha, Clark! You're not even strong enough to make an Omega like him submit to you."

"What did you just say?!"

"You heard me, you fake-ass Alpha. I'm the only one worthy enough for him. Not some alien trash!"

"Why, you-"

Before the two could continue their argument, a vortex suddenly surrounded the two, causing Lantern to lose his focus. The energy cage surrounding the Kryptonian and Omega dissipated and the force from the vortex sent the two heroes to lose their flying. Superman tried his best to stay in the air, but the sudden force was too much and caused him to crash into a nearby building while Lantern crashed into a dumpster.

The Kryptonian managed to shield the Omega from the damage and brunt of their fall by wrapping him in his body. When Y/N realized they weren't falling anymore and had come to a complete stop, he peeked from the Alpha's hold, just in time to see the return of a certain Speedster who must have run up the side of the building to where they were now.

"Are you guys alright?" Flash asked, his eyes landing on the Omega in Superman's arms.

"I'm fine," Y/N nodded, and Flash sighed in relief.

"A vortex, Flash? Really?" Superman questioned with a raised eyebrow, still holding the Omega to his body.

"It was the quickest way to get you two out of the air without hurting anyone," Flash defended, crossing his arms.

"By throwing us into a building?"

"Better than the ground."

"You could have gotten him killed!"

"You were the one holding him!"

"Guys, I'm fine. I promise," Y/N interrupted, and the two Alphas turned to him.

"See, he's fine. Let's get back to the fight," Flash suggested, turning to leave.

"No, not until he's mine," Superman shook his head, and the Omega groaned. He stood up from the ground, letting the Omega stand on his own feet, but keeping an arm wrapped body to prevent him from running off.

"Not this again," Flash sighed, turning back, "You can't claim him."

"And why not?"

"Because he's mine," Lantern's voice suddenly joined the conversation, and the three turned to see the hero, seemingly recovered from his fall, walking towards them.

"No, he's mine!" Superman shouted, his eyes suddenly glowing red as he pointed them at the green-clad hero.

"Clark, no!" Flash shouted, holding his arms up in an attempt to stop the Kryptonian.

"No, he's mine. He's mine. He's mine!" The Kryptonian yelled, his eyes getting brighter.

"Clark, you're gonna kill him!"

"I don't care, Barry. No one is taking my Omega from me."

"He's not yours to claim," Lantern shouted back.

While this was all happening, everyone was oblivious to the new presence that had joined him. Only, none of the heroes could see him. Only Y/N could, and that was a very big problem.

"Eros..." Y/N muttered under his breath, narrowing his gaze at his half-brother who held a mischievous grin on his face while positioning himself slowly behind the speedster.

When Y/N realized what he was doing, he struggled in the Kryptonian's grip, "Eros, no!"

But, it was too late. The deity had taken his shot at the Flash, hitting him perfectly square in the back. The speedster flinched at the impact, turning to look around but finding nothing there, at least, nothing his sight could see. But, when he turned his gaze back around and they fell on the Omega still trapped in Superman's hands, an identical glaze to match the one in the other heroes fell over his eyes. One the half-blood was all too familiar with.

"Oh fuck..." Y/N muttered under his breath.

"Mine," Flash growled, his eyes trained on the Omega.

Before either of the two other heroes could react, Flash sped forward and landed a bunch of fast punches and blows on the Kryptonian, causing him to lose his grip on the Omega.

"Flash, what are you doing?" Lantern yelled at his comrade.

"Taking what's mine," The speedster responded, a charming but crazed look in his expression.

He grabbed Y/N and threw him over his shoulder, the Omega flailing in his grip while also trying to hold on tight as the speedster sped around the space, avoiding attacks from both Green Lantern and Superman at the same time.

"He's not yours, Barry!" Superman shouted, his heat vision shooting at the speedster who avoided it with ease.

"Yes, he is! He's mine!" The speedster yelled, clutching the Omega tighter.

"No, he's mine," Lantern yelled back, sending a giant fist toward the speedster who avoided it in a blur.

"No, he's mine!" Superman yelled, sending his heat vision at Lantern who in turn blocked it with a shield.

"No, he's mine!" The two shouted together, and the fight resumed.

Y/N, still trapped in the speedster's arms, watched helplessly as the Kryptonian and Lantern focused their attacks on each other, feeling a pat on his ass from the speedster who tightened the grip he had around his legs.

"Don't worry about them, beautiful. They're not worthy enough to have you. I am. You'll be mine, and I'll protect you from the others," Flash's voice was husky, and the Omega could feel his heart pounding against his chest.

"You're under a spell, Flash. You don't want to do this," Y/N tried to reason, but the speedster just laughed.

"Oh, but I do. I didn't know what actual life was until just a few minutes ago when I gazed upon you. and now that I have you, I can finally make you mine," Flash smirked, and the Omega gulped.

Flash sped out of the building with the Omega over his shoulder still, the two other Alphas only noticing their disappearance after they were already a mile down the street.

"Shit, where did he take him?" Lantern asked, looking around.

"I don't know," Superman answered, "But we'll find him. And when we do, you'll be the one who has to step aside."

"Like hell, I will!"

While those two continued to bicker, Flash ran himself and the Omega all the way back to Central City. Y/N was amazed at how he didn't pass out from the speed and movement, but he was grateful he didn't. Also, having superspeed may have made it a bit easier.

Just a guess.

When they finally came to a stop, the Omega was set down on his feet, and he looked around to see they were in some bedroom.

"Where are we?" Y/N asked, trying to keep his composure.

"My bedroom," Flash answered, his eyes still glazed over.

"Oh," Y/N nodded, a nervous feeling in his stomach.

"Don't worry, you're safe here," The speedster walked towards him, and the Omega backed away, "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You say that, but your eyes say otherwise," Y/N responded, continuing to back away until he hit the wall.

"I know. But, I can't help it. I need to have you," Flash smirked, and the Omega felt his arousal getting excited in his pants.

"I'm not yours to have," Y/N shook his head, his heart pounding.

"Yes, you are," Flash's voice was firm, and the Omega felt his resolve fading.

"I-I'm not," Y/N stuttered, his knees getting weak.

"Yes, you are," The speedster was in front of him, and Y/N could feel his breath on his skin.

"I'm not," Y/N shook his head, but his voice was barely a whisper.

"You are," Flash whispered, his face close to the Omega's.

The very thing Y/N was concerned about happening when he was trapped with Superman earlier began to manifest, much to his fear. His divine abilities were reacting to his body's 'chemistry spikes' and now, he was beginning to mirror the Alpha's current feelings toward him, including the obsessive ones, which were now clouding his judgment.

"I'm not," Y/N shook his head, his breathing getting labored.

"You are," Flash whispered, his lips getting closer to the Omega's.

"I'm not," Y/N stuttered, his body giving in.

"You are," Flash whispered, pressing his lips to the Omega's.

"I'm not," Y/N muttered against his lips.

"You are," Flash said firmly, pulling the Omega's body closer to him.

In a move Y/N thought was him going to push against the Alpha in an attempt to resist his seductions, he actually was running his hands up and down the spandex-covered muscles. His legs were spread open by the speedster as he hoisted him up, wrapping them around his waist while pressing him to the wall, kissing him even harder while undressing his clothes.

"You're mine, Y/N," The speedster whispered, his lips trailing down the Omega's neck, "All mine."

"I'm yours, Barry," Y/N panted, his body flushed. Y/N remembered hearing Superman call the speedster by that, figuring it must have been either his civilian name or a codename they had. Either way, he could see from the delighted expression across the Flash's face and his blue eyes through the slits of his mask that he was very pleased by it.

"Say it again."

"I'm yours, Barry. I'm yours."

"That's right, beautiful. You're mine, and I'm yours. You'll never have to worry about other Alphas again, because I'll protect you from them."

The sun's light cascaded through the open windows in the bedroom as the two continued frotting against each other against the wall. Barry trailed his kisses from Y/N's lips down to his neck and eventually to his naked chest, before sucking on his wet nipples while the Omega through his head back in pleasure, the Alpha looking up at him with his blue eyes before taking his lips away from the leaking nubs.

"Do you like that, darling?" Barry asked, and the Omega nodded, his eyes glazed over, "Are you ready for more?"

"Y-Yes, Alpha," Y/N nodded, his breath labored.

"Good boy," Barry whispered, his voice husky and deep. He kissed the Omega one last time on the lips before pulling him away from the wall, carrying him bridal style to the bed.

Barry laid the Omega down, the latter spreading his legs open in submission and invitation, and the former smirked, climbing on top of the bed. Barry pressed kisses to the side of the Omega's neck again, right over his scent gland before taking a big sniff.

"Just the smell of you gets me excited, darling."

Barry's hands roamed the Omega's upper naked body, feeling the smooth and soft skin while trailing his fingers down his sides and to his hips. Y/N gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as the speedster's fingers teased the inside of his thighs.

"I love the way your skin feels, and the way your body reacts to me," Barry whispered, his nose pressing into the Omega's scent gland.

"Barry," Y/N moaned, his body arching off the bed.

"Say it again," Barry growled, his hands squeezing the Omega's hips.

"Barry," Y/N moaned, his eyes closed.

"That's right, baby. I'm Barry, and you're mine," Barry whispered, his fingers moving up the Omega's inner thighs.

"I'm yours," Y/N nodded, his legs spreading open even wider.

However, before Barry could move to remove the Y/N’s pants, the Omega whined at him, tugging on the spandex of his suit and mask with his hands causing a cheesing smile to appear across the Alpha's face.

"Aw, you want to see me out of my suit, don't you, darling?" Barry asked, and the Omega nodded frantically.

"Yes, Alpha. Please."

"Good boy," Barry praised, and the Omega whimpered.

He quickly removed his gloves and masks, tossing them aside before unzipping the top of his suit and pulling it off, revealing his sculpted and muscled chest. Y/N's eyes widened in delight and appreciation at the sight, reaching his hands out to touch the smooth and pale skin.

The Omega moaned happily at the sight, running his hands down the hard pecs and abs while leaning up to press his own kisses against the skin. Barry shuddered above him from the move while resuming his earlier actions of removing the offending pants and underwear that were hiding his prize from his sight.

Tossing the pants aside, he leaned up and took in the sight of the fully naked Omega, writhing on his sheets and whining for him, feeling his own throbbing hard erection under his suit pants.

"Look at you, darling. So beautiful, and all mine," Barry ran his hands down the Omega's sides, creating a tickling feeling that had the smaller male giggling, "I can't wait to claim your body, all for me," he growled, voice husky with want.

Barry kissed his way down the Omega's chest, taking a moment to bite and lick at the leaking nubs again before gripping his thighs and spreading them open. He positioned his head between the open legs while staring at the tight, slick-producing hole in front of him. He lapped his tongue to gather of taste of it on his tongue, Y/N flinching violently at the sensation while calling out the Alpha's name.

"Delicious," Barry muttered, before diving in on the wet treat in front of him.

"Oh fuck," Y/N moaned, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.

Barry's tongue lapped at the dripping slick, his hands gripping the Omega's thighs tight and pushing them open even further to gain better access. Y/N moaned, his back arching off the bed while the Alpha's tongue entered his hole, tasting him from the inside.

"Barry, please. Please, I need it. Please," Y/N begged, his body shaking with arousal and want.

Barry didn't listen to him though, he kept feasting on the Omega's arousal while using his speed to vibrate his tongue inside him, causing the Omega to moan even louder, his body shaking with pleasure.

"Barry, please! a-ah, fuck ... !" Y/N cried, his body shaking even more.

"What do you need, baby? Tell me," Barry asked, pulling his tongue out and looking at the Omega with a smirk.

"I-I need you... Please, please," Y/N begged, and the Alpha smiled.

"You want me, baby?"

"Yes, Alpha. Please, I need you. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

The Alpha discarded the rest of his suit and underwear, his throbbing erection springing free, causing the Omega to lick his lips at the sight. Barry chuckled at his reaction while pulling him down the bed and picking him up in his arms, wrapping the smaller male's legs around him and pressing him against the wall.

Barry played with his cock against the Y/N's wet heat, enjoying the pleasurable reactions that ran across the Omega's face. "Who's your Alpha?" He asked with another playful smack of his mushroom head against the hot and throbbing entrance.

"Y-You, Alpha," Y/N panted, his face red and eyes glazed over.

"That's right, baby. I'm your Alpha," Barry whispered before he slowly slid inside the Omega.

"Fuck!" Y/N yelled, his head leaning back against the wall.

"So tight and warm. It's like you were made just for me, baby," Barry moaned, his cock pushing all the way in until his balls were pressed against the Omega's ass.

Y/N dug his nails into the skin of Barry's shoulders while the Alpha pressed him harder against the wall, his hips rapidly moving back and forth as he fucked him hard. The speedster's hips and legs were already dripping with more and more of the Omega's arousal as it dripped into his carpet, creating more of a mess the harder he thrust in and out of the hole.

"h-harder ... p-please, harder ..." Y/N moaned, his eyes closed while Barry sucked on his neck.

"So beautiful," Barry growled, his hands gripping the Omega's ass cheeks while thrusting harder, "Such a good little Omega, taking my cock so well."

"Barry! Barry!" Y/N moaned, his legs wrapped tighter around the Alpha's waist.

"Say it again," Barry growled, his hips moving faster.

"Barry!" Y/N moaned, his back arching.

Suddenly, Barry got the bright idea to add his speed to it, making his hips move at a pace that would be deemed impossible for any regular human. Good thing he wasn't a regular human. However, the increase in speed had Y/N shouting at the top of his lungs, tears springing to his eyes as he pounded his fists against the Alpha's hard, mildly sweaty chest.

Meanwhile, Y/N was a soaking mess. The shine from the sweat all around his body was highlighted by the sun's fading rays and the increasingly bright glow from the streetlights outside the window. Combined with the sticky fluid still leaking from his chest and the slick that was all but splashing between the Alpha and Omega.

"That's it, baby. Take my cock. Take it all," Barry growled, his hips moving faster.

"Barry, I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," Y/N cried, his legs shaking.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby," Barry commanded, and the Omega followed.

"Fuck!" Y/N screamed, his back arching and his eyes rolling back into his head as he came between the two, digging nails into Barry's sweaty back as his release overwhelmed him.

"That's a good Omega," Barry said, before slipping out of the smaller male, carrying him over to the bed and propping him up on all fours.

He gripped the Omega's hips, sliding back inside him and fucking him at a rapid pace, his hips slapping against the plump ass cheeks. Y/N's eyes rolled back into his head as he cried out, his body shaking with pleasure while the Alpha fucked him.

"That's it, baby. Take it," Barry growled, his grip tightening on the Omega's hips.

"p-please, I can't... FUCK! I can't take anymore... !" Y/N cried, his body shaking as the Alpha started using his powers again to increase his speed.

"You can, and you will," Barry growled, his hips moving even faster.

"Barry, please! Fuck, I'm gonna... !"

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. Cum for your Alpha," Barry growled.

"mm ... mmh ... ! O-OHH, FUCK ... !" Y/N shouted, his back arching and his eyes rolling back into his head as he came, his legs and body shaking from the overstimulation as the Alpha started to chase his own finish.

Barry's knot started to form at the base and slowly was inching closer and closer as the Alpha fucked the Omega who was beginning to softly cry from the amount of pleasure and pain he was experiencing. His hands weakly tried to push against the speedster's hips in an attempt to slow him down but were snatched together in a grip while feeling a painful smack against his ass.

"Don't try and fight it, baby. Just let me claim you. Just let me have you," Barry growled, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"Barry, I-I can't ... !" Y/N cried, his body shaking.

"Yes, you can. Just a little longer," Barry's hips started to stutter, and the Omega cried out, his legs shaking as he felt the Alpha's knot starting to press against his hole.

"Barry, please! PLEASE ... !" Y/N sobbed, his body convulsing on the inside from the overwhelming sensation.

"Just a little longer, baby. Just a little longer."

"I-I can't... Please, I can't ... !"

"Almost there, baby. Who's your Alpha?"

"Y-You... You are ... !"

"That's right, baby. I'm your Alpha. And, now I'm gonna make you mine. Forever."

With that, Barry pressed all the way inside, releasing his knot into the Omega with a loud groan as he leaned forward, catching himself on the bed as Y/N had his third orgasm against the sheets, suddenly feeling heavy and drained from the strenuous workout he just went through.

While the pair were both recovering, neither of them realized the small, matching marks that slowly appeared over their scent glands. They were now a fully mated pair, and the God of Love and Sex knew this as he peered in through the window, watching the sweaty individuals with satisfaction.

"Welp, my job's done. I'm sure Mother will be pleased with this outcome. Serves you right, brother. You should know better than to try and deny your heritage. Hope you learn well from this punishment."

With that, the deity disappeared, making his way home.

Meanwhile...

"That should be the last of them," Lantern said, flying through the air after he captured the last of the attacking minions.

"Good," Superman nodded, his eyes still glowing white as he scanned the area.

"What are you doing?" Lantern asked, looking at the Kryptonian confused.

"Looking for him."

"Who?"

"The Omega."

"Oh yeah, do you think Barry already claimed him?"

"Probably, but it doesn't matter. Cause he belongs to me, and I'm going to take him back, by whatever means necessary."

☀️ | Barry Allen/Flash | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[gatorbites-imagines]

Recently started getting into green lantern comics and saw you write a lot for them! Could you do a green lantern of your choice x subspace?

Green Space

Drabble

Guy Gardner x male reader

I love green lanterns 🗣️ 🗣️ Reader is a star sapphire, cuz hehe.

Uh, tw for sounding ig, cuz I like it and wanted to add it 🧍 🧍

Guy panted as the pink construct holding his body only seemed to tighten, his arms trapped behind his body and his legs forced apart by what looked like a spreader bar. He was naked except for his usual green vest, something you had ordered him to keep on since you liked how it stretched across his wide chest, and made his arms look bigger when he flexed against your constructs holding him still.

Your eyes met as he lifted his head to look at you where you were standing between his thighs, the mischievous glint in your eyes making him shiver, his muscular thighs tensing when you gloved hands run along them. Guy already felt lightheaded and floaty, so close to that sweet headspace he craved after a long difficult mission, so when you had showed up in that tight black and pink suit, looking ready to devour him whole, he had willingly given himself over.

A noise similar to a whimper leaves his lips as your gloves near his aching cock that’s laying thick and hard against his torso, leaving a pool of precum near the tip. Your gloves are slick with lube as you rub your thumbs over the underside of his length, making Guy whine as his head drops backwards, only supported by the pink construct holding him in place.

His abs tense and twitch as his noises rise in volume as your slick hand wraps around his length, stroking it from root to tip in slow calculated movements. Guy tenses as he feels you pulling his length upright, shakily lifting his head to watch as his head feels foggy in the way he desires, his lip bitten between his teeth as he tries to breathe normally, knowing what you are about to do.

A shiver of anticipation runs through his body as a pink construct appears between your fingers in the shape of a slim rod, similar to the toys he knows are buried under his bed at home. Your lips press against his lower stomach as you rub lube against his tip, making sure to get is slit coated before repeating the process with the rod.

Guy can’t even comprehend the words of mumbled praise that leaves your lips as the rod presses against his slit, the world around him growing blurry as he whines and whimpers, hips twitching against the unyielding hold of the pink constructs you had conjured.

A high-pitched whine tumbles out from between his lips as he feels the rub pressing further down his slit, traveling down his length, giving him the familiar full feeling he can get no other way, only pushing him further down into that headspace where everything is soft and warm and so good.

Muffled words he can only assume are praise keeps falling from your lips as you push and pull the rod slowly, dragging it out of his slit before pushing it back down, letting it deeper every pass, until finally its bottomed out, digging right into his prostate like he craves the most.

Guy doesn’t even notice as you move from between his legs to stand near his head, as the world has become so very small, focusing only on the rod inside his slit pressing against his prostate, and how it makes his mind seem to float away. His eyes flutter open when your gloveless hand runs through his short red hair, vision blurry as he takes in the vague shapes of your face as you softly praise him.

Since the rod is a construct, you can move it without actually having your hands on it, so as you stroke his face and kiss his forehead as he floats somewhere pleasurable and good, the rod pulls and pushes with just your mind, leaving Guy a warbling mess as the familiar tingle of an orgasm approaching builds inside his abdomen.

It travels slowly throughout his body, crawling from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, coiling in his abdomen like a spring ready to snap. You can tell when he’s about to cum, as his eyes clench shut, his brows furrow, and his jaw falls open as he lets out noiseless huffs, hips wiggling uselessly against the pink constructs holding him in place.

With a kiss against his closed eyelid, you pull the rod out, just a tad faster than normal, and that’s what pushes him over the edge in the end, his throat opening in a deep guttural moan as he spurts white across his torso, splattering across his vest in thick white strokes.

The guttural moans turn to softer whimpers and whines as the orgasm lasts longer than normal, drawn out by your hands caressing him so lovingly and the constructs squeezing his body in different areas, letting him float for as long as he needs, as he knows you are there to take care of him.

Guy stays in that warm and comforting headspace as you clear away your constructs and carefully undo the vest from his torso, throwing it off to the side as you clean him up with a warm washcloth, the wet feeling causing soft noises of protest to leave him. Its only when you unsummon your suit and crawl into bed with him, that he stops whimpering under his breath, going limp against your chest as you kiss the top of his head, rubbing his shoulders and back as he floats.

[prismuffin]

Could you possibly do a Hal Jordan (Green lantern) x Quiet M! Reader?

Just mostly just fluff of them, when reader visits Hal. Due to reader being Quiet, everyone thinks he would be super mean to Hal. But the justice league just sees Reader and Hal cuddling on the couch in the common room.

A/n: lots of YJ and DBH requests it’s interesting should I just make a section in my character/Masterlist with the YJ/DC characters?

Discretion

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!reader

( summary: everyone’s pretty shocked to see you and Hal asleep and cuddled up on the sofa as The Little Mermaid plays in the background )

Warnings?: being caught cuddling??😁 mentions of the team not liking you😿

!-!more under the cut!-!

Hal immediately turned when his door had opened, he’d told everyone earlier to stay out. Though, upon seeing that it was you who had disrupted him he didn’t really mind. He smiled, and even stood to greet you fully though his smile quickly turned upside down when he noticed your frown. “Y/n?” His hands found their way to your shoulders, keeping you in place. You looked down and sighed, “is everything alright?” You shrugged before shaking your head, leaning forward and into Hal’s chest. His arms moved to your back as he heard you mumble into his chest. “Everyone thinks I’m mean..” you turned your head to the side and felt Hal silently chuckle.

You were pretty quiet within the team, only opting for communication when it was needed. Everyone else thought you were mean and stuck up. That you didn’t talk to them cause you think you’re better than them but that’s not true at all. You feel useless sometimes actually, you had initially talked to Hal to get more training because of it and that’s when he saw that you weren’t a bad guy. Now knowing you, it’s hard to see how the rest of the league looks at you with a side eye but you ask him not to say anything. You’d rather not deal with the confrontation.

“I told you I could tell them off.” You shook your head and he sighed, his hands now patting your back. “We can’t just let ‘em talk about you like that Y/n you’re different come o-“ the shaking of your head again shut him up. “Well what do you suppose we do? Huh?” You were silent for a moment before pulling your head back enough to look up at him. “Cuddles and movies..?” His eyebrow raised and he waited a second to see if you were joking even if he knew deep down that you weren’t. You felt nervous, knowing he had a lot of work to do, but he seemed to not mind as he planted a kiss to your forehead and smiled. “Let’s go then.”

You both walked into the common room, it was almost silent and it would’ve been concerning if you didn’t hear faint music coming from the training room. Hal grabbed the remote and flipped onto the couch, you followed in suit, leaning into his side. It seems that no one’s touched the DVD player since the last time you guys had done this which was good, he wouldn’t have to stand up again. The little mermaid flashed onto the screen and Hal glanced at you asking if it was the movie you wanted to watch today. You said yes and he pressed play, tossing the remote back onto the coffee table. You let out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making when you felt Hal’s arms entrap you in an embrace, pulling you down on top of him. He chuckled, flashing you a smile that could give puppies cavities. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you gave him a sheepish smile back before snuggling deeper into his chest. You breathed in his scent, feeling much more content now that you were laying with Hal watching old Disney movies.

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Somewhere in the middle of the movie your eyes began to feel heavy and you couldn’t shake off the fatigue no matter how hard you tried. You yawned and Hal rubbed your back in response. “Feelin’ tired there bud?” You nodded, watching as your yawn infected him as well. “Let’s take a nap.” He suggested and you began to get up though his grip on you hadn’t loosened. “Don’t get up, you’re fine right here.” He closed his eyes, seemingly content even if you were anything but. “But what if the others walk in and see us?!” You whisper yelled, watching as he shrugged. “Then so be it. I’m not moving and neither are you.” You stared at his relaxing body for longer than you should have before flipping back downwards towards his chest feeling it bounce in excitement as he realized he’d won. Your hands messed with his shirt, listening to the sound of his heart beat, the consistent sound had made your fatigue much worse. Your breathing slowed and you closed your eyes, the sound of Ariel’s voice being sung by Ursula was the last thing you’d heard before you’d checked out.

Idle chatter filled the air as some members of the team walked into the common room. Wonder Woman was speaking with Flash as Superman was listening in on them, only joining when he had a point to bring up. It was Bruce that’d shushed them all, confusion filled their faces as he stood by the couch looking at something with a covered expression. Flash, being the curious guy he is, couldn’t help but wonder what it is that he was seeing. So, he took a step closer asking Batman what had made him stop in his tracks like that only to see you, the team dickhead cuddled up to Hal??? His jaw dropped and his eyes went from both of your sleeping forms to Batman then to WW and SM and finally back to you guys. “Whattttttt…” he spoke, obviously in shock. Wonder Women stepped forward, Superman following in suit. A chuckle escaped her, her arms crossing, “this is new.” Flash pulled out his phone and snapped some pictures before being stopped by Batman. “Is that…the little mermaid?” Flash questioned and Bruce glanced to the screen. “Should we wake them?” Superman’s deep voice finally cut through, loud and clear, answering his own question and deciding for everyone as the sound shook you from your sleep. You blinked a couple of time before yawning and rubbing your eyes. You blinked when you noticed Flash standing by you, your eyes travelled to the side where Batman stood before finally spotting Wonder Women and Superman as well. You gasped and rolled off of Hal which made him shoot up. “Y/n?” He questioned, seeing you on the floor with Flash laughing as the entire situation seemed to sink in for you. You quickly got up, mumbling to yourself in the process. “What? Can’t a man cuddle another man?” Hal asked, crossing his arms to which Batman nose laughed. “I don’t see a problem with it.” He shrugged and began to leave. Flash winked at you both before going after him. Superman opened his mouth to say something but ended up shutting it right back. He turned to Wonder Women who held a smirk on her face. Reading your embarrassed expression she decided to hold her tongue and just leave, tugging Superman along.

This is what the both of you get I suppose, being caught cuddling on the couch is definitely in your top 10 most embarrassing moments.

(I didn’t know how to end this please help my meds are making me sleepy but I gotta get this out 😿)

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I have a feeling we aren’t in the 21st century anymore! (Chapter 1)

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Summary: You find yourself in a time and place you aren’t familiar with. Now trying to find your way home, you come across a man unlike any other.

Everyday the same thing happens. You go to work. Tend to your responsibilities at home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Though you know you should enjoy the monotony of knowing how and when things are going to happen, you can’t help but still yearn for more to do with your life.

Despite getting your degree and finding a part-time job to pass time until you are able to find a more permanent career path, you can’t help but feel as if you aren’t living your life the way you should be. Still in your early twenties and have no idea what you’re supposed to be doing with your life. Nevertheless, you go by the motions because you hold onto the hope that one day everything will fall into place as it should.

After finishing your nightly routine, you get into the sheets of your bed and close your eyes. Believing that what you’re seeking out of life will find you soon.

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When you wake up, you are shocked to see that you are no longer in your room. Instead, you seem to be inside a passageway of some kind that looks to have been abandoned based on the amount of cobwebs and dust you try to avoid inhaling.

Noticing the lanterns at the bottom, you decide to follow them in the hopes that it will lead you out of here.

As you make your way out of the passageway, you take notice of how dark everything is. A few minutes pass and you finally seem to be getting somewhere when you see a brown wooden door. You then open the door as quietly as you can to get an idea of where you are since you heard voices.

Looking from the doorway, you notice that the area is heavily surrounded by guards, male and female, wearing heavy metal suits.

Almost looks like something you see in sci-fi movies, you thought.

Noticing that none of them are facing you directly, you decide that your best plan of action would be to slowly walk away from their direction and begin walking where your feet will carry you. You have no idea where that is but anything is better than sitting around doing nothing at all.

Before moving forward with this plan, you barely remembered that you are still wearing your Dr. Strange Multiverse shirt and flannel looking shorts . Realizing that you will already stick out, you decide it may be best to try and draw less attention to yourself.

Looking around you, you notice there’s a long, brown hooded cape that is hanging on what looks to be a nail. Deciding it’s your best bet, you shake out whatever mess you could off of it and put it on.

You check if the close is clear one more time before heading out.

So far, so good, you thought.

You feel confident that you are about to get out soon until you suddenly hear a voice behind you ask.

“ Are you lost?”

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Thinking through your opinions carefully, you decide to feign ignorance (mostly because you have no idea where you are) and pretend you are looking for directions out of me.

As you turn around, you almost hold your breath at the man in front of you. This man is one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.

He is of average height with wavy hair and kept up facial hair and is wearing a dark green uniform of some kind.

Although, the think that you are most entranced with by him his dark brown eyes. As they seem to have this intensity that would make any woman feel special.

Not wanting to look more like a fool in front of him due to you lack of a quick response, you decide to talk to him.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?”

“You’re in Caladan castle.”

“Caladan, can’t say I’ve heard of that city or country before.”

“My lady. Caladan isn’t any of those things. It’s a planet. The one that has proudly been my ancestral home, House Atreides Home, for about 10,000 years.”

“Planet? 10,000 years. Wait…” You begin taking in your surroundings more seriously as well as the information this man has told you. “What year is it?”

“10,172.”

“Oh.”

As soon as the handsome man finishes telling you this, the last thing you see is darkness with so many running thoughts.

No way are you that far into the future. One minute you were asleep in your room, the next you end up in an unknown place and time.

Tagging:

@autismsupermusicalassassin

[goblinpuppy35]

Paw Prints in Fresh Soil

(Previous Chapter) - Part 2 - (Next Chapter)

Professor Remus x Male Reader

Summary: While teaching at Hogwarts Professor Lupin tries his best to conceal his strong crush for the green fingered grounds keeper Y/N but soon a strong friendship blooms into something more.

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A week of teaching flashed past Remus at an expectational speed and he loved every moment of it. Everyday was slightly different with what he taught and he was beginning to see a genuine improvement in the students Defense Against the Dark Art skills. He felt a place of pride for them all in his heart. The connection he had built with his students did help to combat the consistently delicate relationship he held with most other teachers.

They would exchange polite nods with Remus down the hallway yet this was always accompanied with a swift step to the furthest wall to increase their distance between themselves and the Proffesor. It was an agonising staff meeting when it had been made aware to the rest of the teachers about Remus being a werewolf, several protested intensely, with Professor Snape being the biggest. During this discussion Remus had kept closest to the door with his head hung staring at his scuffed shoes. He felt a constant sense of anxiety that this whole opportunity would be whipped away from him any second.

Each day Remus considered it a blessing he was still at Hogwarts. At this point he had become accustomed to doing his scheduled night patrols alone. His eyes adjusted well to the dark night surroundings, personally Remus would have been happy to wonder without a light but to not startle any potential wandering members of the castle, he illuminated his path by the tip of his wand as he strolled down the hallway, passing sleeping paintings. 

The night had a cold but peaceful atmosphere to it which Remus took solis in, enjoying a few squares of his nighttime supply of chocolate. As Remus used his sharp back teeth to press down on a particular hard piece he froze in the middle of the hallway and observed a dull warm light grow in intensity around the corner. It was the glow of a lantern and Remus prepared himself to give a wandering student a stern yet measured reminder of Hogwarts after dark curfew rules, but the figure's size threw his focus. Taller than a student yet not as tall as the Professor himself. With Remus remaining stagnant and figure not fully looking where they were going the two almost collided.

With only a few steps to spare the lamp and the head of its carrier whipped forward in Remus' direction, their two light sources highlighting the other. "Y/N!" Remus said in surprise, "Oh Christ! " was the groundskeeper's response followed by him stepping back, clinching his chest and letting out a small nervous laugh "You really need to stop sneaking up on me Professor Lupin". Despite the shock Remus found himself pleased to see the young man again "forgive me, I didn't expect to see you of all people on my patrol, what are you doing up and about?". By now Y/N had caught his breath back, "Same as you actually" he explained "Hagrid wasn't feeling so well so asked me to do his night patrol for him. I don't spend much time in this castle, I'm honestly amazed you all don't get lost in this maze more often!". There already seemed to be an element of comfortable familiarity between the two men which Remus enjoyed, "Well we all get lost in our first year but soon you start to know Hogwarts as a second home along with all its strange passageways" he beamed towards Y/N, however this shared experience seemed to be lost on the groundskeeper who looked back at Remus with a polite but confused smile.

Remus wasn't able to speak again before the conversation was deliberately interrupted by a slow cough echoing down the hall, it's perpetrator made themselves viable from their own wands light. "Interrupting something am I?" each word was more drawn more then the last and Remus brow dropped as Proffesor Snape approached them. "The fact your granted the responsibility of night patrols is truly beyond me, especially since it seems you'd rather spend your time gossiping" Snape's dark eyes lookee between Y/N and Remus who then looked towards each other. "With all due respect Proffesor Snape" Y/N carefully began "Professor Lupin is an incredibly capable member of staff and takes his role with absolute seriousness" Remus' mouth dropped open slightly, it was rare he was ever stood up for. "In fact I was just about to ask Professor Lupin if he would accompany me on my petrol for the rest of the night since I don't know these halls as well as him." Y/N finished with an air of confidence though alas this began to diminished as Proffesor Snape came closer.

"This is NOT the kind of individual anyone in this school should be conspiring with" hissed Snape towards Y/N, "If it was put to me he would be on the first train out of here" as the ghoulish positions teacher paused he leaned in closer to Y/N making him visible nervous. "And you would be a close second Mr Y/L/N. You have no business being here, the only small positive in your gross act of misjudgement is the only person your endangering is yourself of course". Y/N's face showed he was certainly upset by these comments yet he stood his ground, gripping onto the handle of his lantern tightly.

Once Snape was satisfied with his torment he adjusted his robes and started to walk down the eery corridor "Of course, it's in my best interest for you to not get yourself harmed. I will need your help collecting the herbs I need for a certain Someone's medicine" with the word someone being emphasised as Snape briefly turned back to glare directly as Remus. It wasn't until Remus was satisfied that Snape was out of ear stop he could relax and turn back to Y/N "he's as insufferable as when he was child. I'm sorry about him Y/N please don't take his words to heart. You have a right to be here as much as anyone" in a moment of rare forwardness Remus places his hand gently on Y/N's shoulder.

This gesture was met with tender eyes and a small warm smile from Y/N which was enough to make Remus draw him in closer but by force he controlled his impulses. "Thank you Lupin" Y/N said genuinely "But Professor Snape is right, I don't exactly belong here" as Y/N contemplated he began to walk down the hallway and Remus swiftly followed. "You know originally I withdrew my application to come and work here at the school but it was Dumbeldore who found me and encouraged me to reconsider." as they walked Y/N seemed to be talking to the sleeping paintings as much as he was to Remus, nevertheless he was happy to just listen. "I knew the risks coming here and I knew it wasn't going to be easy yet at the same time I was hopeful, if that makes any sense". "Completely" Remus said earnestly suddenly finding himself connecting even more with the gentleman next to him. Was it possible they were more alike then he had originally thought?

"Well" Y/N said with a sudden chuckle "that's what I get for being a Muggle living under Hogwarts roof". Remus instantly scrapped his previous thoughts. "I'm sorry what? .. your a Muggle?" Y/N seemed shocked by Remus' own level of disbelief, "had you not noticed" he asked lifting up his hand  to Remus "no wand". This was true, Remus had never noticed a wand on Y/N's person and it would explain why he was walking at night by latten light and yet Remus was still struggling to grasp this new information. Y/N had stopped walking forward, folding his arms he leans against the stone wall, allowing Remus to remain dumbfounded "if it helps you reacting as well as most people do" there was a hint of sarcasm in Y/N's voice. This was not the first time he'd had this conversation. In this moment Remus recognised the familiar emotions of uneasiness and panic he had often bared witness from others now being expressed outwardly from himself. He took a moment to recenter himself and rejoin the conversation with Y/N, the last thing Remus wanted to do was make him feel more isolated.

Without being prompted Y/N began to talk, "I'm sure you've got questions so I'll give you the basic run down . My parents went to Hogwarts, they met each other, fell in love and had a child. A healthy baby boy who grew up to be a very capable wizard in the ministry. Then they had a second child .. a child who showed no signs of magical spell casting abilities. And before you ask they did numerous tests on me. Some just said I was a late bloomer and needed more time but nothing happened. No wand chose me and that was that". They had reached the end of the hallway which had an enormous decorative arched window looking out towards the still lake and Y/N watched the clouds reflection dance in the water ripples as he continued. "So my parents decided to send me to a Muggle school, not that I really fit in there either. But I still had such an interest in the magic world, I read all my parents books on wizard history and creatures. I got particularly fascinated by magical herbology hence why I help out in the greenhouses so much. So yes, I may be a Muggle technically but I know a lot about this world and I feel more connected to be in it then the one out there." Despair was hidden behind Y/N's eyes though he did a good job holding it from rising to the surface.

Remus said nothing at first, he simply looked at Y/N in awe, processing every word he'd said. Finally as the full murky colours of dawn began to creep into the sky and morning birds tweeted in the dark trees, Remus reached out and took Y/N's hand. It was Y/N's turn to now stand silently, in shock of Remus' sudden action. "You may not be a magic caster Y/N .. but you have me spellbound" even within the dark Y/N cheeks clearly turned a warm pink and he almost tried to wiggle out of Remus' grasp. "You are proving everyone who ever doubted you wrong by being here and that is immensely courageous, I implore you to believe in your own capabilities, or at least let me believe in them until you can" when Remus had said 'let me' he could feel Y/N's own grip in his palm get tighter for a moment. "That's .. that's quite a romantic statement Proffesor Lupin" Y/N couldn't meet Remus' eye contact until he said his name and in a heart beat both men were the same shape of pink and exchange nervous chuckles.

"Please, call me Remus" he noticed the warm colour coming back to Y/N's face which caused Remus to gaze out of the window and see that the morning sun was swiftly approaching. "And I'm just speaking honestly...Looks like our patrol together is almost done. Would you like to watch the sun rise with me?". Y/N nodded and their hands parted as they sat down of the stone window ledge and enjoyed the steady glow of the horizon. "What did Professor Snape mean when he said that you shouldn't be here either" Y/N ask and looked at Remus with curious eyes. Remus kept his eyes forward at the lake and his jaw tightened. "Oh nothing really. Just old school boy grudges really." Y/N continued to stare at Remus and then eventually turned back to face the sunshine "oh. okay then."

'Honestly my arse' thought Remus with a sigh.

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 [𝐋𝐮𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚]

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Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail Pairings: puppeteer!Luocha x fem!reader Warnings: i think nothing, except that this work is simply saturated with tension and a gloomy atmosphere with hints of serious crimes

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

Happy last Halloween! I'm a little late, but still want to share this amazing man, revealed, imho, in full glory in this story. I hope u enjoy it (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

These are troubled times on Lofu. Your superiors strongly recommended not to delay work and immediately return home before dark, focusing on the fact that young girls like you are now in particular danger after recent unpleasant events that have plunged most of the population into fear. Yes, the girls disappear one by one, leaving no clues behind, and the General in particular is concerned about this problem, which created even more panic. But you were surprisingly calm, lazily wandering through the streets after another tiring day in the warm light of the night lanterns illuminating Lofu. What a foolishness to try to avoid something inevitable, if fate has a predetermined destiny in store for you. Besides, you are quite able to stand up for yourself, so the tense atmosphere hovering over the deserted paths caused you only fits of irritation.

How amazing — you thought to yourself when your eye was attracted by a showcase with unusual-looking mannequins. You've never seen anything so extraordinary. The skill of the person who created something like this is really admirable, forcing you to stop and carefully study every small detail in exquisite outfits, but what interested you most of all was how frighteningly realistic the faces of these fake girls looked, exposed behind the glass of a spacious window overlooking the main street of Lofu.

How much time did the artist spend painting these eyes, in which you can read so many emotions that your heart involuntarily freezes in your chest? One of the mannequins seems insanely sad, as if frozen forever personification of the sorrow of all living things, which is reflected in these brilliant blue irises, which almost bring tears. The other pair of eyes was permeated with fear, which you felt somewhere in your stomach, unable to take your eyes off those barely noticeable furrowed eyebrows and brown eyes, which seemed to fade right at this moment when life leaves them. But none of those faces seemed happy to you.

What an interesting approach.

You carefully open the heavy vintage doors, stepping inside. Your ankles seem to be pinned to the floor when you freeze, looking around a gloomy room that looks more like a small museum. These dolls… are like the victims of a madman who forever made unhappy women freeze at the most tragic moment of their lives. You feel nausea rising in your throat, and your heart stops in your chest. You can almost hear voices begging you for help, but you are inevitably consumed by a feeling of utter despair and powerlessness, forcing you to remain only an indifferent spectator. No work of art has ever aroused so many emotions in you, displacing any thoughts from your head.

Stunningly.

— Oh, I'm sorry for my long absence, I didn't hear you come in. Welcome, — a soft, sugary male voice literally pulls you out of a completely different dimension, bringing you back to the reality in which you are frozen like these mannequins, silently and hopelessly suffocating in a whirlwind of emotions swirling in this dimly lit room.

Your eyes meet green eyes that seemed even less filled with life than the dolls surrounding the man they belong to. For a moment it even seemed to you that one of the mannequins was talking to you, this man looks so unrealistically beautiful. Pale, like porcelain skin, perfectly styled golden curls falling neatly over his shoulder, and an unusual outfit for Lofu, as elegant as the manner of speech of a stranger.

— That's all… Did you do it yourself? — you again glance at the numerous mannequins neatly arranged around the room.

— It's great, isn't it? — the man's lips are touched by a soft smile, exuding benevolence, which frighteningly contrasts with the atmosphere of the store.

— Y-yes, but… would anyone buy such big dolls?

— Oh, no, no, dolls are not for sale. They are from my personal collection, — the man's warm voice oozes with the pride inherent in a real artist, whose skill you would not even dare to doubt, looking at the terrible art created by his hands. But it's beautiful in its eccentricity, and you relax a little, grabbing the handle of your bag, before coming closer to the doll, a little like you, dressed in an exquisite long dress, exposing expressive collarbones and the curve of the neck due to thin straps and an almost provocative neckline, perfectly balancing on the verge of vulgarity and sexuality. — I suppose you came here because you liked one of the outfits? I could help with that.

You flinch when a man's voice is heard so close, forcing you to turn around, meeting his gaze in almost indecent proximity.

— Hm-m… Yeah, this dress would look perfect on you. Do you want to try it on?

— Hah, I hardly think something so exquisite will suit me. But you are still a true master of your craft! These mannequins… Amazing.

— How sad it is to hear such words from such a beautiful lady, — fingers in a black glove, contrasting with the white clothes of a man, cling to a couple of strands of your hair, causing the same strained but warm smile on the stranger's face. — However, discard excessive praise. I'm just a traveling merchant.

For some reason, you don't pull away from his touch, which is too intimate for the first meeting, while continuing to remain calm.

— Come on. I can't imagine how much effort you put into creating these masterpieces.

— Ha-ha, I am flattered to hear such a thing from such a lovely visitor! I suppose I can say that this is all the result of pure inspiration.

— And what inspires you? — you glance again at one of the dolls, frozen in a sitting position with a book in her hand in a vintage chair behind the man.

— People, — light green irises sparkle, looking into your dilated eyes. — I am inspired by the people who come here. Even you… You'd make an amazing doll.

Your heart skips a beat in your chest, and you awkwardly look away, blushing slightly from the compliment that none of the men who have appeared in your life have given you.

— Well… I don't even know what to say to that, — you giggle softly, shifting from one foot to the other, still feeling the gaze of the blonde on you.

— There's no need to say anything. How about I make a dress especially for you? I assure you, it will be more beautiful than all those with which my modest store is now filled.

— No, no! I don't have enough money to pay for manual work, especially custom-made!

— Haha, you're adorable. I think the fact that you brightened up my evening and have already become my muse will be enough as payment for my work.

Your cheeks flush even more from the flattering words coming from the suspended tongue of the merchant.

— Who am I to stop an artist from creating, — an awkward laugh escapes from your chest. — Then I'll come to you tomorrow?

The man smiles, gently nodding his head.

— Of course. I'll be waiting for you for at least an eternity.

Slightly confused, but with a pleasantly elated mood, you were already ready to jump out of the store and return to your usual route to the house, when suddenly you stop at the door, hurriedly turning around.

— Excuse me, may I ask your name?

For a moment, it seemed to you that you saw the mask on the man's face crack when he freezes in the same place where you were standing a few minutes ago, looking at a doll that looks like you.

— My name is Luocha, — the merchant pulls a friendly smile again, scanning your figure with his gaze. — I can't wait for the day when you add to my collection.

His words seemed strange to you, but you politely bowed before saying goodbye and leaving the mysterious shop. Passing further down the street, you turn around for the last time, noticing how the lights go out inside the shop. There was something in this place that fills your chest with an inexplicable mixture of warmth and anxiety. But, anyway, one thing you knew for sure — you definitely had to come back to see this man again.

Luocha, is that what he said? You are sure that fate did not order you to be in this place on this deserted day for nothing. For some reason, the thought has settled in your head that this new acquaintance has just marked the beginning of something inevitable that you cannot resist. It's as if the current is taking you in a direction that is so unknown, but so attractive that you don't want to resist, and you can't wait for the day when you can contemplate the masterpiece created by this unknown artist.

And the artist can't wait for the day when you will become a real treasure in his gallery.

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William afton x reader x Henry Emily

Well, trying something new! 

CW: Car crash, Cursing, Mention of blood, Bad thoughts, Polymarous. (In which a woman has a relationship with two males)

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You were sitting in the back seat, your knees pressed against your chest and the seatbelt threatening against your dress, listening to the music blasting through the radio and the small talk between the two males in front of you.

Henry was wearing a dark green colored suit with a black tie and brown shoes. William, on the other hand, wasn’t having a color theme, of course, he went with the color purple, the only color he could resist looking at. 

You were just in a plain black dress. You had a purple flower in your hair and green socks underneath your white sneakers. You couldn’t wear heels, they hurt like hell and were uncomfortable as fuck. 

Still, you wanted to match both of them, not wanting to disappoint one another. 

It was only once, you told yourself. It was a special day, after all, you had to help William and Henry open up the pizzeria with the brand-new animatronics. 

Well, that was ending about 15 minutes ago, and you guys were already back inside the car, wandering off to your house. You remember the looks of all the jealous girls as Henry placed a hand on your lower back or when William planted a kiss on your cheek. Normally, you weren’t bothered by them, or really by anyone but today.. that felt different. 

Their opinions mattered.

They were giving you death stares, like beyond murderous glares. You swear that if one of the girls managed to get through the security you would be buried six feet underneath the bare ground. And that thought somehow made you... feel weird, deceitful things.

You wanted nothing but to get home, hide and cry in the beloved arms of your two males. Right, they were yours. Not theirs. Then why didn’t it feel like that? Why did it feel like you had to apologize for something that isn’t even your fault?

‘‘Darling!’‘ William’s British accent slips out, his head tilted back through the front seats to look at you. You snap your head up to meet his softened gaze and wipe the tears threatening to spill away, hoping neither of them caught a glance of it. 

‘‘There you are.’‘ he smiled softly, his tone worried and lowered, making henry look up inside the front mirror, meeting your gaze as well. ‘‘You okay, m’love?’‘ he asked so so sweetly like if he were to speak louder you’d break down immediately. Truth is, you might. 

You felt their eyes burn into your bare skin as you tried so hard to shake it away. But you couldn’t, you never could when you were about to cry. and you weren’t one to cry often, at least not in front of them. 

You nod your head, scared that if you’d say anything you would start to bail your eyes out, and you weren’t.gonna.let.that.happen. Their eyes still focused on you, unfazed.

The lantern lights were brightening up the dark night, glittering through the thin windows. It lights up your features, your beautiful thighs covered by the half-length dress, and your eyes puffy and covered in mascara. 

There was no denying your red eyes now. Maybe when- 

a loud thud caused you to look up towards the light coming closer and closer to the car, a curse leaving Henry’s mouth, and a grip from William tightening.

You were on the ground. surrounded with glass, a pile of your own blood, someone else blood, and gas all over the floor. You couldn’t feel anything, well anything except the blood coming from your nose and running down your head and the hair grooving against your skin. 

your hearing went up in beeps, hearing nothing but a loud irritating buzz inside your ears, glass still falling around you. 

Something heavy was on you, covering you from seeing the sky, the lanterns, or any type of movement. and then you heard it, two loud British voices, hearable through the buzzers. worried voices, panicked voices. 

‘‘Goddamnit Y/n.’‘ - ‘‘Y/n!?’‘ you felt someone’s soft fingers graze around yours, trying to tell you they were here, that they were going to rescue you.

You looked up to see William and henry, knelt down in front of you with nothing but a bruise and a small bit of blood on their body, their clothes ripped. 

It wasn’t fair.. how could they get away with only a small bruise? And here you are, stuck underneath a heavy ass car door, trying to control your breathing and not fall unconsious. You were trying to stay strong, for them.. and maybe for yourself, But  it was alright.. all that mattered was that they were safe, they were alright.

[ttoadsandsnails]

Hello. Can I request a male yuki-onna x female reader? Like in the tale, the yuki-onna spared her but made her promise that she would not speak about her encounter with him. Days later, she meets a beautiful man, and the two fall in love and get married.

Reader is sometimes worried about her husband because he can't stand hot weather and only wants to take cold baths.

Thanks!

Thank you so much for the request! I really enjoyed this one :)

This is going to be a two part story! It was getting so long and I haven't even gotten to the second part of the request, so I decided to split it up. Keep an eye out for part 2!

Word count: 1288

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Male yuki-onna x female reader

Part 1

Bang!

You jolt awake. Clumsy hands glide over the bedside table in search of the knob to the lantern you place there nightly. You feel your fingertips grace the cool metal of the lanterns base and reach up, grasping the knob and turn.

A dim orange light floods the room, casting its surroundings in a soft glow. Turning your head side to side you search for what could have caused such a booming sound to erupt in the middle of the night, but despite your brief scan, there was nothing.

You grasp the covers tightly, an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Many thoughts race through your head about whether you should get up and investigate or not, wondering if it was possibly just an animal or a tree falling from the storming skies. After a moment of consideration, another softer bang is heard. It sounded so close.

With a nervous nod you throw the duvet off and swing your legs over the side of the bed. Slippers wait at the edge of the frame, sweater on the chair. As you slip them on you stand, in the same motion grabbing the lantern and the small knife you kept next to it on the nightstand.

The floorboards creak under the strain of footfall as you walk forward, showing the age of the cabin. Where you were staying was high in the snow covered mountains, away from most of civilization. The only way to and from being the old green, paint chipped truck parked out front. It was owned by a family friend who was kind enough to let you borrow it for a well needed vacation.

The cabin consisted of a living space, bathroom, and a small bedroom, the cabin's only door was situated directly across from the one you were currently staring down. With shaky hands you place the only light source down and reach for the knob. The hand grasping the metal knob quickly pulls back. It was freezing. So cold in fact, that it was nearly impossible to keep a hold long enough to turn it.

Confusion scrawls itself into your brows. There is a small fire going in the living room; there should be no reason for anything to feel so frozen. You pocket the small knife and using that hand, yank your sweater sleeve over your digits. With hand ready the lantern makes its way back in the other as you lay your wool covered palm on the knob and turn.

Cool air quickly rushes past your frame, instantly chilling you to the core. Flakes of snow cling to soft clothes. You use a hand to shield your face from the onslaught of cold bashing into you. It feels like you were outside barring the chilling weather, not inside what should be a warm cabin. Your feet shuffle slowly forward as your eyes squint around the room.

The front door was wide open. Snow and bits of what looked like shards ice litter the floor, the fire long out. It must have been the storm that blew it open. A sigh of relief can be heard falling from your lips as you do a once over of the living room to make sure there were no animals or anything that found their way inside. You only found pine needles and more ice shards. Odd.

It was starting to feel even colder so you made your way over to the door, swiftly closing and latching it. When you turn to head back to bed you see it.

A figure lurking in the doorway.

You make a shocked noise and fall, back hitting the door, lantern falling from your hand. The fallen light illuminates them and you can make out some of their features. Tall with long onyx hair that went down falling just below their waist. Sharp cheekbones and nose lay on pale skin. So pale that it almost seemed to glow in the light. Their lips were a soft blue, and eyes completely white, no color whatsoever. They adorn a fully white kimono.

Their lips part as they speak in a deep, almost hoarse voice.

“Give me one reason now, why I should spare your life”.

Your feet push back and forth against the ground in an attempt to further yourself from their ghostly presence, but your attempts are futile. The door is blocking your path.

The pale figure glides slightly forward without making a single move. He’s floating. Your chest tightens with fear as you force words out of your trembling lips.

“Please spirit I- I’ve done no wrong!” You say while slowly running your hand down your side. You feel a hard object part way down. The knife!

With a shaky hand you slip it into the pocket, grasping the knife and wait.

You see a pale kimono clad arm rise and the figure moves closer. With a loud thud, his hand hits the door next to your head. You jump and look him directly in his snow colored eyes. He looks so hauntingly beautiful. His mouth falls slightly open; he seems to be staring through you, seemingly searching for something.

Your grip tightens on the blade, your breathing shallows preparing to make a strike when you notice a change in his expression. His gaze seems to soften and with a slight nod, he lowers his hand softly to your shoulder. Sharp pain emanates from where he placed his hand, small ice shards forming on the cloth of your jacket.

“Yes…you haven’t, have you?” he says in a whisper.

The hand that lays on you shifts, moving its way over to your bare cheek. You flinch and wince and the intense chilling sensation flowing through your jaw. His grip moves down to your chin, tightening, his thumb runs gently over your bottom lip causing it to tingle. 

“Listen to me… I have shown myself to you when I should not have. I shall spare you here today….but you mustn't speak of this encounter….with anyone.” he speaks gently but firmly. You can almost hear a tone under his voice, a threatening one that causes you to swallow thickly. Your grip loosens on the knife.

You breath out shakily and nod. “Uh uh…..yeah! I mean yes! Um I…I won’t tell anyone, ever. Please just leave me be…”

He stares silently for a moment, scanning your features for any hint of doubt before nodding to himself. “Very well…”

The hand draws itself from your face and you quickly bring your own up, trying to rub the chilling burning sensation away. The figure stands up once more, looming over you.

“Please stand and open the door. I shall take my leave.” He says.

You free your hand from your pocket and remove the other from your face placing them both on the ground to pull yourself up quickly. Standing, you finally see how tall he really is, his frame lurking above your own. 

Without turning your back to him, you maneuver your hands behind you and grasp for the doorknob, relieved when you finally find it. With a twist the room is chilled once more with the howling snowy winds.

You watch him closely as he glances once more your way, a warm smile graces his features as he glides through the door frame. He moves farther away and with a blink, he’s gone.

Quickly you close the door and latch it. You let out a long shaky breath, tears spring to the corners of your eyes. Your eyes darted around the room looking for the ice that was there and found nothing.

 You're not sure what just happened, or what that was, but you knew you wouldn’t soon forget.