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Y'all idk, wrote this at 3 am and polished it a bit. Thought I was cooking up the idea, but never mind. Written with a male reader in mind, but can be read by anyone.
Alpha!Emperor x Omega!Concubine x Omega!Knight!Reader
Alpha!emperor and his omega!concubine husband who can't have children, they've been trying so hard to conceive one, but it seems like the gods won't grant them one.
For many nights, the omega wept for the need of a child, shedding tears at all the futures he could never have.
Until his gaze drifted to you, in the courtyard.
You were but a mere knight, one known for your second gender, which also made you an omega. You were everything the concubine was not: stronger, bigger, and fiercer. Yet, you both shared this second gender.
It was decided that he'll have you bear his children.
Only someone strong like you could take in his and the emperor's passion and form a kid. He was able to convince the emperor, oh so whipped for him, to go along with the plan.
You didn't have much choice as a mere knight, even less as an omega.
On the first night, it was only you and the concubine; he was everything you weren't. Graceful, gentle, and bred to be the perfect caretaker. You were rough next to him, but it didn't stop him from plunging his cock in your ass for hours on end without any break.
The sound of his hips clapping your arse echoes through the empty hallway of the palace, a pool of cum under you as you've been taking it over and over.
"Please get pregnant for me, omega."
"I need this, we need this."
"Gosh, you'd be such a cute concubine."
You could barely process his words, too fucked out to even care.
His dick hitting the same sweet spot over and over again makes you see stars and feel dizzy. Heaving for any breath of air you could take.
After the long night of lovemaking, the omega brings you to his nest, cuddling you for two days in a row. Feeding you, bringing you to the bathroom when needed.
On the fourth day, as you snuggle against the nest by yourself, your nose picks up on a different scent.
One that you've smelled before, faintly in the bedroom where you got fucked in and lingering in the throne room.
The ruler of this kingdom itself, the mate to the omega that bred you.
His cold eye stares at you with no emotion as he slowly approaches you.
You'd expect him to jump on you and be done with it.But one... Two... Three hours of just him sitting down in front of you, you were a bit confused.
You'd expect him to at least growl at you for sleeping with his mate or call you names for trying to get it on with him.
But no, he just stared, ignoring your small attempt to make conversation. You decided to resume your activity of snuggling in the nest and sleeping in it. It was awkward and hard to do, but you didn't have much of a choice.
The next day, he was there. From his clothes, you could tell he had left when you slept and came back to sit in front of you.
"Do you.. Want to come in?"
If you were with your peers, they'd probably scold you for talking so intimately with the emperor. But seeing his perked-up face made you think that you had done the right thing.
"You know... You don't need my permission. It's not my nest, it's your majesty's-"
The strength of his body forces you down into the soft pillows of the nest.
"This nest belongs to my omegas, you're my omega."
You look at him, surprised. This was never part of the plan. The agreement was that you let yourself be taken by the emperor and his husband to bear a child for them. Nothing related to being mated, nesting, or whatever 'you're my omega' supposed to mean.
His hand forced you down, totally plummeting under him. Your knight instinct kicks in as your right leg goes for his side, only to be stopped by his hand.
The hand trails down from your calves to the back of your thigh, making you lift your leg slightly out of instinct.
Leaving your leg spread for him.
You can't help but let out a growl at the vulnerable position he's put you into.
You know such action doesn't go well against the emperor,
so why is he grinding his dick on your ass as if that shit got him horny asf??!!
okay guys, Knight!Reader get impregnated but he doesn't know it. You might be an omega but you never engaged in omegan culture so your scent recognition is literal shit. You can't tell that your scent has changed, can't tell that the concubine and emperor's visits are more often than ever, that their grip around you has tightened.
The concubine has been scenting you more, an activity that you used to find annoying but started to enjoyed. Recently it has been getting nauseous though.
The emperor now keep a watch on your training, you had agreed on having personal training spaces but weirdly he started disregard that agreement and follow you around.
Y'all idk, wrote this at 3 am and polished it a bit. Thought I was cooking up the idea, but never mind. Written with a male reader in mind, but can be read by anyone.
Alpha!Emperor x Omega!Concubine x Omega!Knight!Reader
Alpha!emperor and his omega!concubine husband who can't have children, they've been trying so hard to conceive one, but it seems like the gods won't grant them one.
For many nights, the omega wept for the need of a child, shedding tears at all the futures he could never have.
Until his gaze drifted to you, in the courtyard.
You were but a mere knight, one known for your second gender, which also made you an omega. You were everything the concubine was not: stronger, bigger, and fiercer. Yet, you both shared this second gender.
It was decided that he'll have you bear his children.
Only someone strong like you could take in his and the emperor's passion and form a kid. He was able to convince the emperor, oh so whipped for him, to go along with the plan.
You didn't have much choice as a mere knight, even less as an omega.
On the first night, it was only you and the concubine; he was everything you weren't. Graceful, gentle, and bred to be the perfect caretaker. You were rough next to him, but it didn't stop him from plunging his cock in your ass for hours on end without any break.
The sound of his hips clapping your arse echoes through the empty hallway of the palace, a pool of cum under you as you've been taking it over and over.
"Please get pregnant for me, omega."
"I need this, we need this."
"Gosh, you'd be such a cute concubine."
You could barely process his words, too fucked out to even care.
His dick hitting the same sweet spot over and over again makes you see stars and feel dizzy. Heaving for any breath of air you could take.
After the long night of lovemaking, the omega brings you to his nest, cuddling you for two days in a row. Feeding you, bringing you to the bathroom when needed.
On the fourth day, as you snuggle against the nest by yourself, your nose picks up on a different scent.
One that you've smelled before, faintly in the bedroom where you got fucked in and lingering in the throne room.
The ruler of this kingdom itself, the mate to the omega that bred you.
His cold eye stares at you with no emotion as he slowly approaches you.
You'd expect him to jump on you and be done with it.But one... Two... Three hours of just him sitting down in front of you, you were a bit confused.
You'd expect him to at least growl at you for sleeping with his mate or call you names for trying to get it on with him.
But no, he just stared, ignoring your small attempt to make conversation. You decided to resume your activity of snuggling in the nest and sleeping in it. It was awkward and hard to do, but you didn't have much of a choice.
The next day, he was there. From his clothes, you could tell he had left when you slept and came back to sit in front of you.
"Do you.. Want to come in?"
If you were with your peers, they'd probably scold you for talking so intimately with the emperor. But seeing his perked-up face made you think that you had done the right thing.
"You know... You don't need my permission. It's not my nest, it's your majesty's-"
The strength of his body forces you down into the soft pillows of the nest.
"This nest belongs to my omegas, you're my omega."
You look at him, surprised. This was never part of the plan. The agreement was that you let yourself be taken by the emperor and his husband to bear a child for them. Nothing related to being mated, nesting, or whatever 'you're my omega' supposed to mean.
His hand forced you down, totally plummeting under him. Your knight instinct kicks in as your right leg goes for his side, only to be stopped by his hand.
The hand trails down from your calves to the back of your thigh, making you lift your leg slightly out of instinct.
Leaving your leg spread for him.
You can't help but let out a growl at the vulnerable position he's put you into.
You know such action doesn't go well against the emperor,
so why is he grinding his dick on your ass as if that shit got him horny asf??!!
For me Batman is a power bottom and Bruce Wayne is a horny lil bottom bitch. (AKA me trying to write proper smut)
Batman is tired and frustrated. His hips slammed down, again and again, every thrust breaking into ragged grunts. His hands gripping on the man of steel shoulders like a lifeline, his body rocked into a relentless rythm. Each motion were accompanied by grunts and skin slapping sounds. Saliva slipped past his lips, trailing down his chin until it dripped across his partnerâs chest emblem. Superman's hands anchored firmly on his hips, steady and commanding, but not enough to be the one guiding Batman. In contrary, despite his control, he let himself be used by the ghotamite. Letting him take what he needed as the Kryptonian is being used as a simple fleshlight.
Meanwhile Bruce Wayne is tired and desperate, between being the prince of Ghotam and the dark knight, he barely knew the comfort of real sleep. He let himself be gently taken care of by Clark. Soft whimpers escaped Bruceâs lips at every brush of contact, his chest rising unsteadily as though even breathing had become fragile. Who would have known that the cold ghotamite could get so vulnerable? Clark Kent knew and he enjoyed every taste of it.His pants were discarded, his shirt hang open with half the buttons undone, exposing the pale complexion of his skin. Each time Clark adjusted his position, Bruce could feel his whole body move , as his cheeks burned deeper from the thighs contact. He let himself completely give in to the messy kisses.
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nerd!gojo is in complete disbelief that you,of all peopleâthe campus golden girlâare bouncing on his dick and demanding a physics lecture. the only thing keeping him convinced this isnât some far-fetched wet dream is the sting of your acrylics digging into his shoulders. (he swears he could die happy right here.)
âtoru, tell me about⌠whatâs his name? feynman?â you chirp in a girlish soprano, like youâre genuinely curious and not split open on his cock. âthe guy who did that⌠quantum thingy?â
he stares up at you like youâve just asked him to solve the navierâstokes equations mid-thrust. glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, pale feathery lashes clumped with sweat, god. this fucking nerd is so fucking pretty.
âyou-you wanna talk about richard feynman now?â
âmhm.â you nod enthusiastically, walls clamping around his cock to drive home the point. âmake me a scholar, baby.â
his hands fly to cup your ass, not to dictate the motion, not even to kneadâjust to hold. like he still canât quite believe this isnât some fever-dream where the prettiest girl heâs ever seen is squeezing the life out of his cock.
âhe, uh, he worked on the manhattan project,â he manages, voice cracking when you grind forward. ânuclear physics, path integralsâoh fuck-â his head tips back, adamâs apple bobbing. âyou donât even care-â
âi do care,â you insist, leaning in until your breasts press together right under his chin.
âcâmon, toru. give me your nerd facts. i like them!â
he pushes his glasses up with the back of his wrist, deep inhale. ârichard feynman,â he starts, voice breaking around a moan when you squeeze down on him. âheâuh, he revolutionised how we understand quantum electrodynamics. instead ofâoh fuck youâre so tightâjust doing impossible integralsâŚâ
you let out a little hum of encouragement, pressing your hands to his chest and stroking gently. âgo on, toru.â
âhe⌠came up with⌠these diagrams,â he stammers, voice cracking on every syllable as he struggles to lecture and survive your relentless, delicious onslaught at the same time. âfeynman diagrams⌠they let you see⌠particle interactions.â
âmm.â you furrow your brows, pretending to be studious when in reality your pussy is wringing him out. âlike⌠doodles?â
ây-yeah, doodles, but theyâhahâthey could predict how subatomic particles scatter, how photons and electrons-â his voice dissolves into a whimper and promptly chokes on the rest of the sentence as if your pussy just erased his train of thought.
âyouâre so hot when you talk nerdy shit.â you purr, a wicked grin spreading across your face.
ânow⌠tell me about star wars. i know youâve got thoughts.â
a shaky, breathless chuckle escapes him.
âthoughts? i have entire dissertations.â
you lean forward, pressing a lazy kiss to his cheek, which is (predictably) aflame with an unmissable pink.
âthen prove it,â you murmur softly, hips grinding down to punctuate the demand. he groans, absolutely wrecked. heâs not sure whatâs going to make him come firstâyour pussy, or the chance to prove lucasfilmâs misunderstood genius while balls deep inside the most popular girl on campus.
it's literally 3:30am help. Little Superbat idea that I came up with while talking to a friend, might write something more complete later.
Bruce Wayne is in love with Superman, he doesn't know how or when but it just happened. But Bruce only ever interacted with him as Batman. Behind the mask.But there's a problem A rival. Someone who seems to always be around Superman.
Someone that superman always makes time for after a mission.
The only civilian that Superman ever talked to before disappearing who knows where.
Clark Kent.
Every article. Every description, pictures and interview of the famous hero has always been attributed to the same reporter.
Bruce Wayne doesn't get it; he's just a man.The Gothamite will never admit it but he has read them all, every article and scrutinised every word. Clark Kent spoke of Superman like they were close friends, it drove him insane.
A civilian, Clark Kent knew Superman better than him. While he is Batman, he WORKS with Superman, sure it's from time to time but he should have more importance than a mere civilian from Metropolis.
So what happens when Clark Kent is sent by the Daily Planet to interview Gotham's famous millionaire, Bruce Wayne?
Clark walks into the Wayne tower office, his shirt pressed, his curl perfectly combed and the crumbs stuck on the edge of his glasses completely clean. Clark has done a lot of research on Mr Wyane before meeting him, he has to admit that he finds the man very attractive and charming.
It's no wonder why anyone would instantly feel lovestruck and nervous under his gaze.
So why does he instead feel like he's about to be murdered by the Prince of Gotham?
If look could kill, he would have been shot 25 times by snipers. Thankfully for Clark Kent, who'd have to fake his pained face if that ever happens, the man in front of him just put on a fake expression one built over years to appear professional.
Superman desperately scanning the street during a fight to find the most morally acceptable car to throw at his opponent, knowing that not everybody has insurance, and loss of transportation can ruin a life -
A wave of incredible relief washes over him as he spots the hard geometric lines and silver paintless sheen of a Cybertruck.
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I just wrote this on a whim, so there were probably grammar and spelling mistakes.
Saja Boys manager!reader, but they also have their own fans.
There are multiple clips online of you taking care of the boys.
Either you helping Abby clip his shirt or running to catch a button from hitting a fan. Or you standing in front of mystery when the wind is too strong and his bangs move to the side about to expose his beautiful bbg face.
Even during a fansign, when Baby drops a pen and is about to pick it up, you put your hand on the end of the table so he doesnât bump his head.
There are also paparazzi clips of Romance testing his flirting skills on you while you just look at him nonchalantly, clearly done with his behavior. And then there are videos of you adjusting Jinuâs hair during a fan sign, with him clearly comfortable with your touch, letting it happen like itâs the most casual thing in the world.
Yeah, the Pride freaking loves you, so much that you have your own fans. When they see you escorting the Saja Boys, expect to hear things like:
âManager-nim, please take care of the boys well, but also yourself!â
âManager-nim, we love you!!â
âManager-nim, please sign my shirt, Iâm looking for a partner like you!â
Hell some fans even printed out your pics for you to sign them, that was a surprise to you.
There's even edits going around of just you helping the boys or shit editing of you with each member, sometimes even all of them.
You were flabbergasted at first but quickly got used to it, the Saja Boys never seemed to mind though.
In fact, they started to openly interact with you more in front of the fans.
When you button up Abbyâs shirt, he'd hold your hand to stop you for a moment before kissing it. That made the fans squeal, but you quickly pulled your hand back and hit him on the head.
Or when you'd give a speech at a fan meet to thank the Pride for all their love and support, and Jinu slowly gets closer to you without you noticing. Before you know it, heâs already holding your shoulder in place, his head resting in the crook of your neck, smiling at the fans like the golden boy he is. He takes over your speech as you scowl at his actions.
Overall this whole thing was totally not in Jinuâs or your plan for the fandom .
You didnât really mind fan interaction is good for the groupâs popularity.
But the group?
Even though they play into it, they definitely don't like it when fans are getting close to you. Your attention shouldnât be divided between them and the fans.
I just wrote this on a whim, so there were probably grammar and spelling mistakes.
Saja Boys manager!reader, but they also have their own fans.
There are multiple clips online of you taking care of the boys.
Either you helping Abby clip his shirt or running to catch a button from hitting a fan. Or you standing in front of mystery when the wind is too strong and his bangs move to the side about to expose his beautiful bbg face.
Even during a fansign, when Baby drops a pen and is about to pick it up, you put your hand on the end of the table so he doesnât bump his head.
There are also paparazzi clips of Romance testing his flirting skills on you while you just look at him nonchalantly, clearly done with his behavior. And then there are videos of you adjusting Jinuâs hair during a fan sign, with him clearly comfortable with your touch, letting it happen like itâs the most casual thing in the world.
Yeah, the Pride freaking loves you, so much that you have your own fans. When they see you escorting the Saja Boys, expect to hear things like:
âManager-nim, please take care of the boys well, but also yourself!â
âManager-nim, we love you!!â
âManager-nim, please sign my shirt, Iâm looking for a partner like you!â
Hell some fans even printed out your pics for you to sign them, that was a surprise to you.
There's even edits going around of just you helping the boys or shit editing of you with each member, sometimes even all of them.
You were flabbergasted at first but quickly got used to it, the Saja Boys never seemed to mind though.
In fact, they started to openly interact with you more in front of the fans.
When you button up Abbyâs shirt, he'd hold your hand to stop you for a moment before kissing it. That made the fans squeal, but you quickly pulled your hand back and hit him on the head.
Or when you'd give a speech at a fan meet to thank the Pride for all their love and support, and Jinu slowly gets closer to you without you noticing. Before you know it, heâs already holding your shoulder in place, his head resting in the crook of your neck, smiling at the fans like the golden boy he is. He takes over your speech as you scowl at his actions.
Overall this whole thing was totally not in Jinuâs or your plan for the fandom .
You didnât really mind fan interaction is good for the groupâs popularity.
But the group?
Even though they play into it, they definitely don't like it when fans are getting close to you. Your attention shouldnât be divided between them and the fans.
I just wrote this on a whim, so there were probably grammar and spelling mistakes.
Saja Boys manager!reader, but they also have their own fans.
There are multiple clips online of you taking care of the boys.
Either you helping Abby clip his shirt or running to catch a button from hitting a fan. Or you standing in front of mystery when the wind is too strong and his bangs move to the side about to expose his beautiful bbg face.
Even during a fansign, when Baby drops a pen and is about to pick it up, you put your hand on the end of the table so he doesnât bump his head.
There are also paparazzi clips of Romance testing his flirting skills on you while you just look at him nonchalantly, clearly done with his behavior. And then there are videos of you adjusting Jinuâs hair during a fan sign, with him clearly comfortable with your touch, letting it happen like itâs the most casual thing in the world.
Yeah, the Pride freaking loves you, so much that you have your own fans. When they see you escorting the Saja Boys, expect to hear things like:
âManager-nim, please take care of the boys well, but also yourself!â
âManager-nim, we love you!!â
âManager-nim, please sign my shirt, Iâm looking for a partner like you!â
Hell some fans even printed out your pics for you to sign them, that was a surprise to you.
There's even edits going around of just you helping the boys or shit editing of you with each member, sometimes even all of them.
You were flabbergasted at first but quickly got used to it, the Saja Boys never seemed to mind though.
In fact, they started to openly interact with you more in front of the fans.
When you button up Abbyâs shirt, he'd hold your hand to stop you for a moment before kissing it. That made the fans squeal, but you quickly pulled your hand back and hit him on the head.
Or when you'd give a speech at a fan meet to thank the Pride for all their love and support, and Jinu slowly gets closer to you without you noticing. Before you know it, heâs already holding your shoulder in place, his head resting in the crook of your neck, smiling at the fans like the golden boy he is. He takes over your speech as you scowl at his actions.
Overall this whole thing was totally not in Jinuâs or your plan for the fandom .
You didnât really mind fan interaction is good for the groupâs popularity.
But the group?
Even though they play into it, they definitely don't like it when fans are getting close to you. Your attention shouldnât be divided between them and the fans.
Thinking about a K-pop demon hunter AU. But the reader is the top K-pop singer of the moment, not even Huntrix can defeat them. The reader goes by the stage name (S/N), they have the most fans, and everyone who likes Saja Boys or Huntrix has heard of (S/N) and is probably a fan too. I was thinking like Lady Gaga because everyone love Lady Gaga, my queen.
But there's a secret: you're actually half demon oops.
I'm new to writing so it might be ooc.
One night, Rumi, the workaholic that she is, is the only one awake, working on the lyrics of her new song. That is, until she feels a disturbance in the air. There, outside the window a small red spot in the middle of Seoul.
She decides to venture out alone since Mira and Zoey totally deserve a break. The tear is was small, so there shouldn't be too many demons.
----
Well, thatâs unexpected. The tear is right above K Entertainment, one of the biggest K-pop companies in Korea. That's where big singers get signed in, if you're with KE then your life career is only about to go up.
That's where you were signed at, the biggest idol in Korea right now, not even Huntrix or Saja boys can get on your level. She never met you before but your works has always inspired her and other Huntrix members to keep going. You're the K Entertainment golden child.
She needs to enter the building fast. Who knows what star is inside getting their soul sucked right now? But just as she starts to climb up-
âSo you're here too, huh?â
âJinu? What are you doing here, demon?â she says while pointing her sword at him.
âWoah woah, demon girlââ The blade gets closer to his neck, poking his skin. He lifts both arms. âI meanâGwi-Ma sent me here. Thereâs a portal thatâs opened in this building under his control. I was sent to investigate since I'm already in the human world.â
"Another demon ? Who's not controlled by Gwi-Ma...?" She slowly lower her swords.
"That's what I thought too, I thought you were the only one but perhaps there's a another one that Gwi-Ma can't control "
"We need to investigate "
"That's what I was sent to do"
He received a hit to the side.
----
Inside the building, there are no signs of life at all. Every worker has probably gone home by now. But it doesnât stop the strange feeling that settles in both their hearts. Something isnât right.Rumi turns to Jinu.
âAre you sure this isnât some plan by Gwi-Maââ
âMy, my.â
They both jump and turn around.
Jinu in a fighting stance, his nails sharpening, and Rumi with her sword ready to strike, until she sees who it is. You.
There you are.
The golden child of K Entertainment. Idol of the century.
Even though Huntrix has won a lot of awards, youâve won higher-prestige ones and have far more influence than theyâll ever have. A star-born singer whose career skyrocketed since your teenage years, and still going strong.
Rumi canât stop her giddy expression; her eyes turn into stars. You were her favorite K-idolâ hell, maybe her favorite idol, period. She debuted not long after you, but seeing your solo success surpass her groupâs so quickly made her form a bit of disdain at first.
But after watching your interviews and fancams⌠she slowly fell in love.(Oohh đ)
Jinu quickly noticed her facial expression and threw an annoyed look at you, who were you and how come you made someone like Rumi so... Charmed? By you with a single look.
In front of you stood two weirdos. Sure, theyâre good-looking, but one is holding a sword, and the other literally grew claws.
You recognize both of them from the trending K-pop groups, Jinu from Saja Boys who looked super confused, and Rumi from Huntrix who looked like she could explode from joy (still holding her sword towards you).
You obviously know what they are. But letâs entertain them, why donât we?
âMay I know why youâre trespassing the building...with a sword, no less?â
âOMG youâre (S/N). Zoey would be so jealousâŚâ
âWho?â A big gasp leaves Rumiâs throat. Sheâs shocked and in disbelief.
âHow can you be a K-pop idol without knowing the king/queen of our generation!?â
âAlright, calm down. You guys are lucky I recognize you, or I wouldâve called the cops by now. Rumi from Huntrix, right?â She nods.
She knows you probably knew her, but hearing her idol say her name still makes her proud of Huntrix popularity.
âAnd youâre from that new group⌠Soja Boys?â Rumi almost chokes laughing as Jinu sweat drop.
âActually, itâs Saja BoysâŚâ says Jinu.
You look at him, perplexed. âStrange nameâŚâ
Before holding a serious expression. âWhat are you guys doing here? You know itâs totally off-limits to non-workers. Doesnât matter if youâre famous idols or not.â
Rumi and Jinu share a look. They need to find a way out of this without raising suspicion, a look you donât miss.
âUm⌠weâre here to meet with an contractor! And hmm⌠oh! I think we got the wrong time, hahaâŚâ
Rumi quirks a wobbly smile. Jinu nods beside her, even though he doesnât believe the lie himself.
âReally nowâŚâ
You can feel the mark pattern slowly spreading under your clothes, from your torso up toward your neck.
âYup! But since weâre wrong- weâre gonna leave now!âRumi quickly grabs Jinuâs arm who was surprised, as she makes him turn around with her.
Your hands begin to thin, and sharp nails start growing out.
"Wait.."
Your voice sounds ominous and slow, sending a chill down their spines. They freeze and slowly turn around.
There you are, in your demon form. Your once bright eyes are now yellow with slits, purple/blue marks spread beautifully along your neck and face.
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Guys I need more batfamily x neglected reader, where when they realize what they did it's wayyy too late. And when batfamily go back to them oh surprise, reader is married!!
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