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Calm Yandere x you

“Your expressionless boyfriend.”

Rated 18 + — mature short content!

Includes: calm yandere x talkative gender neutral reader, mutual pining?, strangers to friends to lovers, cute fluff in the beginning… other stuff later on. wink wink. ♡

Calm yandere was known to be a little cold. His default face is an unamused one, the ends of his lips always downward, and it certainly scared you away from him when you first saw him. He didn’t like to socialize as much as you did, and when you talked to him, he only seemed to nod. “Mhm,” and “uh-huh,” was all you could get from him. He didn’t hate nor dislike you— you’re an absolute perfect specimen, and a normal, and adaptable human being. You were everything he wanted to be. You were everything he wanted, period. He started to form a crush on you, and it was a minuscule one at first. He appreciated how you were able to carry a conversation, how bright and confident you looked compared to him, and you were this bright light in his grim dark reality.

Calm yandere was surprised when you made the first move. You wanted to be friends, and being just friends with you felt like torture. Although, he agreed—not wanting to miss the opportunity to be by your side even more. He followed you around, agreed to show up to all hangouts you planned, and he even invited you to his house. His house was surprisingly warm. He had soft white curtains, light pink decorations here and there, and it smelled like freshly baked cookies. Warm and sweet was what you would describe him now that you got to know him. He was the perfect host. He was showing you around the backyard, and he pointed out a couple of butterflies that liked to come by. His voice was flat and monotonous when he explained his favorite butterflies to you, but you could see a slight glimmer of happiness in his eyes. And most importantly, he showed you his bedroom. He had manga books on his shelves, mitski figurines, and one of the compartments was just filled with snacks. He had an old dog named “Mini” that was sleeping on his huge bed, loudly snoring, and kicking her feet as she dreamt of running around.

Calm yandere had asked you to be his partner months later. You were shocked when he confessed his feelings for you, and here calm yandere was, thinking that he had done a good job of hinting at it. You did notice the glances he would send your way, and how they would linger a bit longer than before. You then started to think back to the times he would do things for you. He would bend down and tie your shoelaces. He gave you his jacket when it was raining, and he would walk home soaking wet. He carried you on his back when you tripped and hurt your ankle. He let you into his house when you fought with your parents, and tried his damn hardest to crack a worried expression on his stone-like face. It wasn’t like you weren’t into him, you tried to give him signals too.

Calm yandere was oblivious, just as you were oblivious. You had literally invited him to every place you could think of. You made pottery with him, and even put your hands on his to help him shape his clay into a vase. That was a very intimate act. An act that made you flustered and blushing when you had pressed your body behind his. Him, on the other hand, didn’t even blink at the action. When you had told him that you found him cute and adorable, he just said “okay.” OKAY?? Clearly that meant he didn’t like you back, and you quickly put on a strained smile and went on with your day.

Calm yandere was an active listener, not really a replier, but a listener. He might look like he was disinterested, but any subject you brought up was the most interesting, and fascinating, topic of all time. You would talk his ear off, and you liked to speak your mind. “So, as I was saying…” you continued. He nodded along, his cheek resting on his hand, and he leaned even closer to play with the strands of your hair. He liked feeling and touching you. It reminded him that you were real, that you were in front of him, and you were officially his. Your lips were perfect, always moving and speaking, and it would form the world’s most beautiful smile. He could tell that some days you didn’t want to hear any solutions from him, and only wanted to have someone to talk too. So, he does exactly what you want.

Calm yandere was happy to advance the relationship even further! He would show finally show some PDA. An arm would casually be slung around your shoulders while you two walked. Whenever you sat next to him, and he didn’t like the distance between you two, he would grab onto the leg of the chair and pulled it in closer. He then would kiss your cheek, and as fast as it came, he had pulled back before you could reciprocate. He knew that being a boyfriend meant that he had to do some certain things… He was feeling bold when he saw you wearing shorts, and without really thinking, his hand reached out to touch at your thighs.

Calm yandere was taken aback by the overwhelming positive reaction. He didn’t imagine that a single brush from his finger tips would cause your brain to go haywire. You had pushed him onto the couch, and he fell back with a little grunt. He saw that you had climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips, and had placed his hand on a sensitive spot of your body. He felt up the flesh, and his fingers slipped underneath your shorts. He kept a watchful eye on your facial expressions, and he hummed in delight when you spread your thighs even further for him. He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of your privates, and he started to collect some of the wet substance that had leaked out. He heard you breathe out his name, and when your voice soon became whiny and you had pleaded for more, he knew you had to be close.

Calm yandere had you on your back. He pulled your shorts down your legs, flinging them to the side after he revealed your lower half to him. He leaned down to greet your sex with his tongue. You were loud and talkative in bed, just as you were out of it. Your back arched, and your hands painfully gripped at his hair. Your body started to tremble, almost trying to squirm its way out from underneath him. His hands had to keep your legs from closing on him, “don’t try to keep me away from you.” your boyfriend said firmly. He then gestured to the growing tent in his pants, “this is all your fault. I’ll make you feel good if you can do the same for me.”

Calm yandere liked to lick his fingers in front of you. His tongue swiping at the salty cum before he fully puts his digits inside his mouth. He could feel the wrinkles and ridges of his pruned fingers, and he gleefully sucked off the excess cum and saliva that had gathered on there. You were lying on the couch with a bit of a daze, your chest rising and falling, and you could still feel his eyes wandering on the work he had done. You had love bites on your neck, trailing down to your inner thighs, and lower towards your ankles. He had bit you down there to keep his voice down while he had himself buried deep inside of you. What could he say? You knew how to press his buttons and drive him wild.

Allure: this is calm yandere after you had called him cute.

Allure: A little update: I’ll work on the master list soon after this, and I’ll have to update a couple of lists such as the yandere kink ones… so that should be done next!

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obsessive ( nsfw ) obsessive toji f. x oblivious bttm male reader

Toji hated how oblivious you were.

You could run your pretty little mouth to a cafe worker and overlook the yearning in their eyes, or you would turn a blind eye to when your co-worker at your part-time job asks so blatantly for your number, but you just disregard it as just so you could be called in when they call sick.

He doesn't say anything about it, not when you two are out getting drinks — since it was your payday — and he sees a girl approach you, batting her eyelashes blotted black with mascara and throwing meaningless compliments at you. He only glares, his hand slipped around your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there as if he was voicing his complaints through actions.

But of course you brush him off, saying something along the lines of 'she probably wants to be friends,' which undoubtedly ticks him off.

A smile, however, graces his scarred lips when he sees the girl's eyes flicker to the hand around your sides and backs off ever so slightly and he swears he would never but he most definitely flipped her off while your attention was on her.

When your drinks were finally done, the worker handed it to you, and god did Toji almost throw a straight punch when he saw your fingers brush together. Why was everyone gunning for you? When he first started going out with you, he simply assumed that no one would dare come close because of his looks, but now, people didn't even look in his direction, only yours.

"You're like a fucking angel," He grunted under his breath, placing the paper straw that would eventually disintegrate from him chewing on it inbetween his lips to take a sip. You turn your head to ask him what he said, not being able to hear it through the rumble of his voice, but he replies with a blunt, "nothing."

Throughout your whole 'date,' Toji was just getting increasingly pissed off about the whole ordeal. Guys and girls were approaching you, trying to start up a conversation, and as the sweet little oblivious boy you were, you'd engage, which always ended in Toji having to scare them away with a glare and a hand wrapped around you.

The ride home was fairly quiet; Toji wasn't a man of many words but he couldn't shake off the jealousy that he desperately wanted to bury. His fingers brushed against his scarred lips, a habit he's adopted over the years, and his leg bounced repetitively before the words just spilt out from his mouth like gates opening. "Does it not bother you?" he speaks in a rather hushed tone, almost like he's trying to restrain the jealousy in his voice.

"Bother me how?" You question, getting out from your seat once you've reached your home. Toji is left trailing after you like a stray dog while the key chains on your keys clink together as you unlock your front door.

"When people are always coming up to you," Toji grumbles, extending an arm above your head to hold the door open for you. "They're interested in you, can't you see that?" His hands find their way to rest on your waist and he pulls your back to his chest. "I'm right here and you still wanna shoot your shot with someone else?" Toji has forgotten all about keeping his obsession over you at bay, all he wants to do is knock some sense into you.

Before you can even refute his words, Toji already has his hands crawling underneath your shirt. His large, thick fingers finding your chest to pinch at your nipples, twisting them lightly. One hand leaves your chest while the other is splayed across it, holding you back as he pulls at your waistband, stretching the elastic out to look down at you.

"Already hard and I've barely touched you," He tsked, and contradictory to his words, his hand wanders down to touch you more. He pulls at your pants, slipping them down until they pool at your ankles before he runs a finger along the bulge at your boxers.

You instinctively whine and grasp his forearms in a futile attempt to stop his hands but you just end up twitching in his hold. "What? Don't want it? Thought you loved attention," Toji slips his hand lower, trailing down so he could press the pad of his fingers to your hole through the fabric. There's barely any friction or penetration to get you going so your hips jerk back, pushing against Toji which elicts a low groan from the man.

"Yeah, yeah you do, you fucking love it," His laugh comes out harsh and he's folding himself ontop of you, getting you to bend over more. Both his thumbs link underneath your waistband and pulls it down with a small whistle. Toji's arm then constricts around your waist where your body bent, holding you up so you didn't fall or escape. For a second he holds you still and all you can hear is the clink of his belt coming off and the small pops of his buttons.

"Stay still for me yeah?" He growls in your ear, tugging at his own clothing to get them off. He snakes his hand to your front, curving underneath to slip a finger inside. His arm is brushing so lightly against your now erect cock, but he refuses to touch it.

You could feel every knuckle pushing into you, squeezing against his fingers as you panted. His other hand finally makes it to your dick, using his fingertips to pull your cock against your stomach, tracing his nails along the underside. This ripped out a moan from your throat, your arms thrashing around from the feeling but Toji's arms are so tangle with yours its hard to move.

"Oh? So that's where you're sensitive, huh?" He's blatantly mocking you, taking his anger out on you. You whine again when Toji starts to spread the fingers nestled inside your walls, scissoring you to stretch you out. "Open up for me baby, I know you ain't shy," he keeps his fingers apart, taking his own dick and lining it up to your gaping hole.

He pushed in, and once you fit his tip through, he pulls his fingers back out, plugging you with his thick dick.

Toji hums contently, grabbing both your arms and pulling them back to his sides. You're already arching and he's got a great view of your back. "I feel like you're gonna split in half, God," its a shaky laugh because of how much you're squeezing him, wringing him out of whatever he has to offer. He pulls his hips away from you before he slams back in, the hands on your wrists pulling you against him with each thrust.

You can't do anything with your hands pulled behind your back, Toji's just using your body, handling you like you were a puppet and your arms were the strings.

You can hear Toji groan in frustration but before you could question it, Toji moves his hands, gripping your thigh and pulling it up. His other hand holds your side, as he pistons his hips into you in this new position. "That's deeper, yeah?" He groans into your ear, and you wobble from being forced to stand on one leg but Toji just tightens his grip around your waist.

Your whole body shudders when Toji finally reaches your prostate, hitting right up against it. A grin slowly emerges onto Toji's face when he sees your eyes go blank, and he knows he's found your sweet spot. "There we go, shit I was getting mad 'cause you weren't reacting that much." Toji's fingers dig deeper into the plush flesh of your thigh, and he laughs breathlessly at the obscene sound of his balls hitting against your skin.

"You take it like a champ y'know," he whispers through his teeth, "I'm so mean to you but you don't complain, huh?"

You're too far gone to even hear his words, your warm, wet walls clenching around him as you let out a small cry before coming as hard as you could, the sticky liquid falling straight onto your wooden floors. Toji's condescending laugh rings through your ears as the hand on your waist moves to your tummy, pressing down so he could feel himself rearrange your guts.

And apparently, that gets him off. Alot.

With one more thrust, Toji groans loudly, emptying for all he's worth into you. He pulls out almost immediately so he could see the white globs drip down your inner thighs. He lets go of your thigh that he was previously holding in the air and squishes them together, slotting his cock back between your sticky thighs to ride out his high.

He's peppering light kisses and small bites on your shoulder before speaking in a husky voice, "You gonna let people hit you up?" He asks, and you can barely reply from the physical exhaustion, "...No."

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⚣ Take Care Of Me 🪢

⚣🪢 A/N → Another request from my first account is finished! Sorry for how long it took but I hope you enjoy it. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Omegaverse | Alpha Jason Todd | Omega Male Reader | African-American Male Reader | Ruts | Rough Sex | Oral Sex | Fingering | Knotting | Bondage | ETC

⚣🪢 Summary → As a side effect of Jason being healed and resurrected in the Lazarus pits, his ruts have grown more intense. He's resigned to suffering through them alone until he realizes the longer he goes without knotting an Omega, the stronger they will get. So he decides to reach out to Y/N...

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REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🪢

Jason could be such an irresponsible, stubborn little shit sometimes.

“Y/N, chill out. I don’t need you to always take care of me,” Jason grumbled as the smaller male forced him to sit on the toilet in his bathroom while he patched and mended his wounds.

“Apparently, you do doofus, since you always end up showing up on my balcony a bloody and bruised mess. I swear, Jason, one of these days you’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t just start learning to ask for help,” Y/N scolded as he applied an anesthetic to a nasty blade wound on the vigilante’s arm. Any deeper and Jason wouldn’t have been lucky enough to make it to Y/N’s before he passed out from blood loss.

“Been there, done that sweetheart,” Jason smirked.

Y/N rolled his eyes at him while wrapping the gauze and bandage around his admittedly large bicep, “You’re insufferable.”

“But, you still love me,” Jason confidently stated, standing to his feet after Y/N put on the last bandage.

“Regretfully,” Y/N retorted as he packed away his medical supplies. Ever since that first night he and Jason met, the Omega kept his med kit stocked, even splurging on a few extra items he would need for certain wounds that only a trip to the ER would be able to treat.

Y/N's sight turned to the muscular Alpha standing beside him, watching from the corner of his eyes as he checked his wounds and grabbed his shirt and gear from the ground. Even though they were only friends, the Omega couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards the vigilante.

He didn’t know if it was romantic or just sexual, but it was something. But, seeing the life Jason had and his choice of career, he decided it’d be better if he didn’t indulge himself in that, no matter how badly he wanted to.

They’d met a couple of years prior when Y/N had first moved to Gotham. Since he was new to the city, he didn’t understand the dos and don’ts and would consistently go for walks late at night when most people would usually be inside by then with the doors and windows locked.

As one can imagine, this eventually led him to trouble when one random night, he got ambushed by some thugs. At first, they were going to just mug him, but when they realized he was an Omega, their intentions slightly changed with a very undesirable end for Y/N.

Thankfully, an angel came to his rescue in the form of the famous vigilante, Red Hood. He’d knocked out the two Alphas cornering the Omega against the wall and scaring off the one Beta before coming over to help the Omega off the ground.

Of course, there was the cliché moment where the rescued victim thanks their savior gleefully and they slowly glance at each other, feeling a deep connection before they fall in love and swoop off into the night. Well, at least it could’ve gone like that.

As Red Hood was checking to make sure the Omega was okay and escorting him out the alleyway, they both missed one of the other Alphas getting back to their feet and grabbing their weapon off the ground before charging at the vigilante. He was able to fight him off and knock him out, but not before taking some pretty nasty cuts that would’ve been lethal had he not reacted quickly.

When Y/N realized how badly he was injured, he helped him back to his apartment where he thankfully had barely enough supplies in his first-aid kit to stop the initial bleeding and patch him up enough. The Omega suggested taking him to the hospital, but Red Hood turned it down.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got some people who’ll take good care of me. But, you be careful out there. No more late-night walks in this city, got it?”

After that night, Y/N didn’t see Red Hood for some time until a few weeks later when he showed up on his balcony again, bruised and battered and in dire need of some medical aid. Why he didn’t go to his ‘people’ but rather going to a random Omega he’d only met some weeks prior was beyond him, but he didn’t complain.

Eventually, with enough visits, they went from random strangers to somewhat trusted acquaintances, until eventually, they were seeing each other so much, a lot of the time the vigilante not needing any medical attention, just checking in on the Omega that they became friends.

Now, just a couple of years later, Y/N knew not just Red Hood, but the man behind the hood and under the skin-tight gear which he did not ogle regularly. He didn’t! Stop looking at him like that!

“Ah, you don’t mean that,” Jason said while putting his shirt back on.

He turned to the Omega who’d just put away his med kit back under the sink before looking at him and placing his hands against the sink, leaning back for support.

“You can’t tell me what I mean,” Y/N replied.

“Yes, I can. You always say I'm insufferable, but never mean it. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so kind to let me into your apartment every time I need your delicate touch," Jason teased.

And for whatever reason, Jason saying that sparked a bit of arousal in Y/N's stomach, but he chose to ignore it.

"Whatever," Y/N replied with an eye roll while pressing himself against the sink as he noticed the sudden closeness between him and Jason, not even noticing that the Alpha had got closer, almost boxing him against the sink, "Um, sir? Why are you so close? This bathroom is already small enough, and you're not helping by taking up so much space here."

Y/N didn't even want to turn around and look in the mirror, knowing that Jason's towering and bulky frame shown in the mirror compared to his smaller and softer one would cause very sinful thoughts in his mind. Not that he hadn't had these thoughts before.

"I'm not taking up any more space than you are, shorty," Jason retorted.

"That's a bold-faced lie. We both know I'm a perfectly respectable height. You're just giant," Y/N replied.

Jason chuckled, his laugh making the Omega's body feel all tingly and warm. It didn't help that the sound seemed to resonate from the Alpha's chest, the vibrations from his laugh reaching Y/N's own, causing the smaller male to bite his bottom lip.

"Maybe there'd be more room if you got rid of the ridiculous number of lotions and creams you have in here," Jason spoke lowly, subtly getting closer to the Omega while leaning more into his space.

"You leave me and my lotions alone. Don't get mad at me because I don't allow myself to be ashy, which speaking of it, you probably need some help with. Then again, that could just be your caucasianess," Y/N said, gesturing a hand over Jason's body where his pale and ivory skin was exposed.

Jason chuckled, "Why do you always have to go and attack my skin color?"

"Because, unlike you, I'm not an enemy of the sun," Y/N replied.

"Okay, just because I lack melanin doesn't make you better than me."

"Hmm, I think it does," Y/N joked.

"You're an asshole."

"But, you still love me," Y/N replied, mocking Jason's earlier words.

Y/N noticed again the space becoming much smaller between him and the Alpha, and it was not doing much to help quell the growing arousal he was already feeling in his body. He and Jason already had a platonic bond, since Jason would constantly scent mark him on his wrists and leave clothes for the Omega to wear whenever he knew the smaller male was going out into the city by himself.

The gesture was appreciated, and Y/N was flattered that the vigilante was concerned for his well-being, but having his clothes filled with the Alpha's scent wasn't helping his already developing feelings for the Alpha.

"You're still getting closer," Y/N breathed.

"And you're still not stopping me," Jason replied, his voice a low and husky rumble, making the Omega's toes curl in his shoes.

"I...uh," Y/N tried to think of a response, his brain feeling fuzzy.

A few quiet seconds passed before something passed over Jason's eyes, seemingly like he was coming out of a trance. The Alpha took a step back, giving the Omega a little bit of breathing room, even despite his disappointment at his moving back.

"Sorry, I uh...sorry, I didn't mean to get so close," Jason apologized.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not upset," Y/N told him, gently placing his hand on the Alpha's wrist, jerking at the heat he felt underneath the ivory skin, "Jason, you're really hot."

"Well, thank you, sweetheart. Glad you noticed," Jason winked, trying to deflect the comment.

"No, no, I mean, you're burning up. Are you okay?" Y/N asked, removing his hand and using it to press the back of his palm against the Alpha's forehead, a worried look crossing his face. He didn't even realize it was him now closing the distance between them, stepping into the Alpha's space.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just running a bit of a fever, it's no big deal," Jason answered.

"You're literally sweating buckets, and your skin is red. This is more than just a 'bit of a fever'. Have you taken your temperature? How about a shower and some cold water? I'm sure I have some ice packs-"

"I'm fine, Y/N. Just drop it," Jason snapped, a little too harshly as the Omega immediately flinched and stepped back, looking away from the Alpha.

"Right, sorry. I didn't mean to bother," Y/N mumbled.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair, "No, don't apologize. I didn't mean to snap. Look, it's late, and I'm exhausted. I'll head home and sleep it off, alright?"

"You're welcome to stay the night if you want. It's no trouble. I'll even let you use my various lotions," Y/N joked, though his tone and face were still showing his worry for his friend.

"Thanks, but I'm not gonna intrude. I'll see you later, Y/N," Jason said, walking past the Omega.

Before he could say anything else, Jason grabbed the rest of his things and was out of the bathroom and his apartment within a couple of minutes. The sudden tense and awkward silence was a little unsettling for the Omega, especially after how close he and the Alpha had become in the past couple of years.

"Well, fuck," Y/N breathed, running a hand through his hair.

A couple of days had gone by and Y/N hadn't heard anything from Jason. It wasn't unusual for him to go radio silent for a few days, sometimes a couple of weeks if he was working on an important case.

But, this was different. After seeing how Jason left his apartment the other night, the Omega had been nothing other than an anxious and worried mess.

What was wrong with him? Why was he acting so weirdly the other night? Was he okay? Did Y/N accidentally make him mad about the Sun joke?

That wouldn't make sense though since Jason had the raunchiest sense of humor he'd ever known. The jokes Y/N made could be considered playground stuff compared to some of the stuff that came out of that man's mouth.

All these questions and more had been running through the Omega's mind for the past couple of days. He wanted to check on the Alpha but was afraid of what his reaction would be if he did.

He'd thought about asking reaching out to Dick or Bruce or someone from Jason's family to see if they'd heard from him, but quickly decided against it, not wanting to come off as a clingy or annoying Omega.

Jason would talk to him when he was ready, and he had no choice but to respect that.

Even though it didn't make the wait any less painful or worrying.

"Fuck it," Y/N cursed, grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Scrolling through his contacts, he found the name he was looking for and pressed the call button, lifting the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Alfred. It's Y/N."

"Master Y/N. What a surprise. How are you, my dear boy?"

"I'm doing well, thank you," A smile spread across his face at the polished voice on the other end. The butler was always so nice and respectful to speak to. Jason always said it was impossible to talk to Alfred and not feel good or better about yourself.

"Wonderful to hear. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Actually, yes. I was hoping you'd be able to tell me where Jason is. I haven't heard from him in a couple of days, and I was just wondering if you knew where he was."

"Unfortunately, I am not aware of Master Jason's whereabouts, nor is anyone else in the manor. He has not contacted anyone within the family for some time, and we are all rather concerned."

That had Y/N even more worried.

He knew Jason didn't have the best relationship with Bruce, his adoptive father, but from what the Omega understood, that disdain didn't extend to his other family members. At least not completely.

Especially Alfred of all people. Jason always said how Alfred was his favorite out of everyone in that entire family, so the fact that the butler didn't know what was going on had him even more on edge.

"Is everything alright, Master Y/N?" Alfred asked, noticing the Omega's long silence.

"Oh, yes, sorry. Everything's fine. Just a bit distracted," Y/N lied.

"Of course, my dear boy. If there is anything else I can do, please let me know."

"Yes, sir. Thank you," Y/N replied, hearing the butler hang up the phone a second later.

"Fuck," the Omega cursed.

After putting his phone down, the Omega ran a hand down his face while doing a nervous scratch on his durag-covered head. It didn't make sense, and the Omega was beginning to worry something terrible had happened to the vigilante, knowing the life he led.

"Dammit Jay, where the hell are you?"

"Fucking shit," Jason groaned, sweat dripping down his body as his hands gripped the sheets.

His teeth were clenched tightly together, and his body was trembling slightly from the intense pain his lower region was feeling as he furiously moved the pocket sex toy furiously up and down his raging and hard dick, damn near close to breaking it which wouldn't be good considering it was his last one.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck," Jason growled, his hips arching off the bed.

This was the fourth night in a row that the Alpha had been suffering through the intense pain that was his rut. The pain was only getting worse the longer he ignored and attempted to suppress his instincts, which he wasn't doing a good job of doing if the state of his apartment was anything to go by.

His bedroom, living room, kitchen, and every other room in the apartment was in complete disarray. Broken pieces of furniture were scattered across the floor, his walls had multiple holes in them, and a few stains of his blood could be found in various spots around the place.

It was a good thing he paid rent up front and the building manager was never around, or they would've kicked him out and called the police.

"Ugh, aah," the Alpha grunted, his hips arching off the bed as the vibrations coursed through his dick, sending shivers throughout his body.

His knot was already swollen and pulsating, but it wasn't enough. He needed an actual hole to insert his knot into. A nice wet, tight, and pulsing hot hole that he could fuck and breed, pumping his cum and his seed inside.

He needed an Omega.

"Goddammit," Jason panted, tossing the small toy to the side and laying his head back on the pillow, a sheen layer of sweat covering his entire body.

The pain had gone away temporarily, but now the urge to fuck and knot an Omega was growing stronger, and it was making him lose his mind. If he could just find an Omega and breed them, the pain would go away. But, he couldn't just go and pick up a random Omega off the street and force them to spread their legs so the Alpha fuck their brains out even if that's what his body was calling him to do.

At least, not without being arrested and charged with rape.

It took everything in him to leave Y/N's apartment that night after he realized he was entering the early stages of his rut, hence his somewhat weird behavior towards the Omega. Knowing how intense and strong his ruts had gotten since he came back after being dipped in the Lazarus pits, Jason didn't want to take the chance of hurting anyone, especially the Omega he'd come to care for deeply.

Not that Y/N knew this.

And now, it was getting harder and harder to fight against the urge to do just that. To ignore his basic and natural instincts.

He figured it to be a side effect of the Lazarus pits, seeing as how other parts of his body and mind had become more enhanced after this little swim. It'd make sense that it would also affect his mating cycle, he just didn't think it would make them this intense and impossible to deal with.

As time passed and he went through his rut cycles, they slowly got more intense. He was way more aggressive than he was normally, he'd start to experience pain and literal freaking blue balls if he didn't get his knot out in enough time, and worst of all, his ruts were lasting longer and starting to occur more frequently. They used to come every 2 months, maybe one and a half if he was just unlucky. Now, they were damn near coming every month or few weeks.

And the last time he actually had someone with him through his rut, because of increased aggressiveness which made him much more brutal and rough than normal (and that was saying something), he nearly put that Omega in the hospital. Of course, they were understanding and didn't hold it against him, but he didn't want to risk hurting anyone else.

He started ignoring his ruts and locking himself away in his apartment. He'd buy a bunch of sex toys and other stuff that would help ease the pain and tension and would just tough it out until his rut was over, not caring that the pain would only get worse the longer he ignored his instincts.

"Augh," Jason moaned, the pain starting to come back and his arousal rising again.

He reached his hand down, his fingers wrapping around his large, throbbing, and rock-hard cock, his thumb rubbing the tip and smearing the precum leaking out of the slit. The Alpha groaned, his hips thrusting up into his hand, the movements rough and uncoordinated.

This is what it had been for the past almost week. Him alone in his apartment with nothing but his hand, rut-specific fleshlights that ended up torn apart after only a couple of uses because of his ridiculously enlarged knot, and an ever-consistent raging hard-on.

And the pain. Don't forget the pain.

The pain was the worst part. The need and desire to mate and breed an Omega was strong, but the physical and mental pain his body would be in due to not giving into those desires was the absolute fucking worst.

"Fuck, ugh," Jason groaned, his fist picking up speed.

His eyes closed the image of a beautiful and naked Omega underneath him, moaning his name and begging him to fuck him or her. The smell of their scent was the sweetest aroma he'd ever experienced, and their body was the softest and smoothest thing he'd ever touched.

While his hand furiously stroked up and down, so close to the edge but just not able to reach it, he could feel his anger growing more the longer it took for him to reach his release. Then, as he was imagining the body of some random Omega that was on top of him, that blurred image where their face should be suddenly had a face.

Y/N's face.

"Oh fuck Jason!"  Y/N screamed in his head, his hands pressing against the vigilante's hard chest while he bit his lips in painful pleasure as he bounced up and down on his dick.

A guttural sound left his throat, his hips thrusting up into his hand faster and harder as he imagined the smaller male on top of him, moaning and begging the Alpha to knot him, his body writhing in pleasure. His sweaty brown skin glistened in the light from the moon outside as his body moved up and down with the rattling bed from the force of Jason's thrusts inside him.

"Y/N, fu-fuck, baby, yes," Jason groaned, his body moving up and down as the imaginary Y/N bounced his body up and down the Alpha's massive cock, taking his knot so beautifully.

"Shit," the Alpha cursed, his hand gripping his cock tighter, his palm rubbing the head, a growl leaving his mouth.

He thrust into his hand even harder, his sore and throbbing cock leaking more and more pre-cum as he imagined Y/N screaming out on top of him, begging for his knot.

"Fuck, Jason, knot me! Please, I need it. Give me your knot!"

"I'm gonna, baby. Gonna knot you, give you my knot," Jason answered, his mind still deep in his fantasy.

Before he knew it, Jason had blown one of the biggest and most satisfying loads he's had this entire rut, possibly his entire life. His hips arched off the bed with his hand milking his dick for every drop of cum his balls could produce.

"Shit," Jason groaned, his hips falling back to the bed and his chest heaving up and down.

His heart was pounding, and his body was still covered in a thick layer of sweat, but the pain was subsiding. Not completely, but enough for the Alpha to at least catch his breath. His head was fuzzy, and his vision was blurry, but he was slowly coming back to reality.

"Fuck, I'm a goddamn mess."

Truthfully, this wasn't the first time this had happened. The Alpha had known for a long time that his feelings towards the Omega weren't strictly platonic. Hell, he'd immediately found the guy attractive since the first time he met him, but he had no idea when his feelings began developing into something deeper and more serious.

Even then, it wasn't like Jason was the best person to have a healthy relationship with. He wasn't exactly a people person, and he wasn't the best when it came to expressing his emotions. Plus, the fact that he had a very dangerous career choice didn't help.

But, despite all of that, Y/N was the first person he'd truly felt comfortable with in a very long time outside of Roy, and not just because he was a new Omega in the city who would always patch him up. Don't ask him why, but sometimes it was easy to talk to a complete stranger.

Plus, after getting to know him, Jason became protective of the Omega, wanting to keep him safe.

When they met, Y/N was a clueless and innocent little Omega who had no business being out at such a late hour, especially in Gotham. Jason couldn't have that. So, he made sure to check in on him regularly to make sure no harm had come to him, which didn't help with the growing attraction he was feeling towards him.

It also didn't help that Y/N and he seemed to banter back and forth and act like a couple, flirty undertones and all. Whenever they'd hang out outside of the Omega's apartment, people always assumed they were together. And it wasn't like Jason would mind that. Not at all. He just didn't know if Y/N would mind it.

He'd admit, there was a time when he thought about pursuing a romantic relationship with the Omega, but ultimately decided against it. Jason didn't think he deserved the happiness and warmth the smaller male brought him.

So, he chose to content himself with the friendship he had with him, not wanting to ruin one of the only good things he had in his life.

Now, however, the Alpha was beginning to reconsider.

Not even a few minutes went by before Jason felt his dick rising to attention again, his rut coming back with an even more demanding vengeance.

"Dammit, not again," Jason cursed, sitting up.

The pain was starting to come back, and his dick was already hardening again, the head a deep red and aching with need. His suppressants virtually did nothing for him anymore aside from giving him close to an hour of relief.

And he could feel that if he didn't knot someone soon and properly let his rut play out, he was going to kill someone. He'd already destroyed most of his apartment.

"I'm so fucked."

"Hey, Dick. Any word on Jason?" Y/N asked, leaning his elbows on the counter as he tried to resist biting his nails while holding the phone to his ear.

He'd become more of a nervous wreck the longer he didn't hear from Jason. He figured everything would be fine, thinking that Jason was just on a mission and couldn't respond, but when Bruce reached out to him to see if he knew where his adoptive son had been, the Omega's anxiety skyrocketed.

"No, sorry. We haven't heard anything from him. We checked his safehouse and his apartment and didn't find anything but we haven't stopped looking. How are you doing?"

Y/N ignored the feeling that Dick was holding back something, not telling him the entire truth. But, he was too worried to care.

"Yeah, I'm doing okay. Just a little stressed," the Omega replied.

"You're not the only one. We're all worried about him. This isn't the first time he's gone missing, and the fact that no one has seen him or heard anything from him is making us all anxious," Dick explained.

"I understand. If you guys need any help, just let me know," Y/N told him.

"Thanks, Y/N. We'll call if we need you. Just stay safe and relax, alright? Don't worry, I'm sure he'll turn up. He always does."

"Okay. Bye, Dick."

Y/N hung up the phone after hearing Dick say his goodbyes as well before starting to pace back and forth in his apartment. It'd been a week since the Omega last saw Jason.

Normally, he'd be completely fine, knowing Jason was probably doing some vigilante business and didn't want him getting involved. But, this was different.

The way Jason left his apartment, looking like he was sick or coming down with something, the fact that he hadn't heard from him, or anyone in his family for that matter, and the fact that Dick didn't seem like he was telling him the entire truth had the Omega in a near panic.

"Jason, I swear the next time I fucking see you," the Omega cursed.

"You'll do what, sweetheart?"

"Augh!"

Y/N screamed, jumping back and tripping over the corner of the couch, falling onto his back with his feet landing on the cushions in a very sitcom-like manner. The sudden voice nearly gave him a heart attack, and his brain was short-circuiting, unable to think straight.

When he looked up, he saw Jason standing in his balcony doorway, his frame taking up the entire space, and a smirk on his face. A smirk that he had very much missed seeing, but for right now, the mushy feeling stuff was going to have to wait as he had about a week's worth of anxiety, worries, and fury to unleash on him.

"Miss me?"

"You asshole! What the hell?!" Y/N yelled, grabbing the closest thing to him, a pillow, and throwing it at him before grabbing his shoe and running over to beat him with it, "Where the hell have you been?! I haven't heard from you in a week and no one in your family has either, and you show up here asking if I miss you?! You fucking wish!"

"Whoa, okay. Calm down," Jason chuckled, stepping forward and grabbing the Omega's wrist.

"Don't tell me to calm down, you idiot," Y/N hissed, trying and failing to remove his arm from the Alpha's grasp, his grip like iron. He forgot how much he missed Jason's strong grip.

Get those dirty thoughts out of your head.

Y/N continued to beat him with his sandal until he heard a faint growl and felt himself being tackled roughly back onto the couch, the air leaving his lungs.

"Ahh," Y/N breathed, his eyes squeezing shut from the impact.

"Enough, Y/N," Jason growled, his tone low and husky, sending a shiver through the Omega's body. His larger body and hands effectively had him pinned down, the smell of his pheromones and his natural scent filling his nose.

"Uh, uh, mister! You don't get to be bossy Alpha after you've had me and everyone else worried sick for almost a week, you hear me? I oughta-"

Y/N was cut off as the Alpha leaned forward, his nose nuzzling against the skin of his neck and breathing deeply, inhaling his scent. The sudden closeness had the Omega's mind reeling, his hands instinctively gripping the Alpha's muscular arms.

"Uh- I... I oughta– Whoa, um...what are you doing?" Y/N stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest.

"God, you smell amazing," Jason purred, his voice a low rumble.

"Excuse me?"

"Your scent, it's amazing," Jason said, his teeth grazing the skin of the Omega's throat, his tongue licking a stripe across the pulse point.

Y/N let out a surprise gasp, his hands gripping the vigilante's biceps as the Alpha licked and kissed at his neck, breathing his scent in. While he was very shocked by this behavior and was still worried about him, he couldn't deny the extreme arousal he was feeling.

Jason was a big guy, not just height-wise but in terms of muscle mass and body size. So, the fact that he had him pressed underneath him on his couch, his large hands roaming his body, his mouth and nose kissing and sniffing at his neck was causing him a little issue with his underwear and the slick slowly starting to coat it.

"J-Jason, what are you doing?" Y/N breathed.

"I wanna fuck you," Jason said bluntly, pulling his head away from the Omega's neck and looking down at him, a feral look in his eyes.

"What?"

"I wanna fuck you, breed you. Need you," Jason growled, his hips grinding down onto the smaller males, the friction and the pressure of the Alpha's cock rubbing against his own Omega genitals pulling another gasp from him.

Then, a scent caught his nose. Jason's scent...

Y/N could smell the pheromones radiating off the Alpha, the scent of wood burning in a fire, leather, and hints of cinnamon filling his nose. He didn't even realize his hands were now pressed against the broad chest of the Alpha until he felt the toned muscles underneath his shirt.

"You're in your rut, aren't you?" Y/N realized.

Jason didn't make a sound, but if the way his head moved up and down as he ground himself into the Omega while still attacking his neck and scent glands, that was confirmation enough. He ran down Y/N's body, moving to grip his waist so he could force him to move back against him.

"Fuck, why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't wanna hurt you," Jason grunted, his nose pressing into the crook of the Omega's neck and breathing deeply, his hands moving lower and gripping his thighs.

"Oh, Jason," Y/N gasped, the name slipping out as he felt the Alpha's large, rough hands move underneath his shirt, caressing his stomach and sides, "Come on, we gotta get you something to help you calm down."

"Can't wait. Need you now," Jason groaned, his hips thrusting faster.

"Jason, you can't. Not down here. Someone could see through the balcony door," Y/N argued, though the protest was weak as the Omega was losing the fight against his own arousal.

That was apparently enough to get the Alpha to see reason as he paused his movements over the Omega, but only for a moment.

"Fine, have it your way," Jason grumbled, standing up from the couch, grabbing the Omega, lifting him into his arms, and throwing him over his shoulder, his hand slapping his ass, the sting shooting straight to his core, "Let's go."

"H-Hey! Jason! Would you hold on for a second, you damn brute," Y/N cried, his arms and legs flailing.

Jason didn't listen, walking towards Y/N's bedroom instead of the bathroom where Y/N intended for them to go, not paying attention to the Omega's squirming and his hand slapping his ass again, pulling a yelp from the Omega.

It wasn't a long walk until Jason reached the Omega's bedroom and threw him on the bed, the smaller male bouncing as he landed, almost untying itself from the force.

"Shit, Jay," Y/N huffed, the air getting knocked out of him.

"Take your clothes off," Jason ordered, his voice deep and gruff.

"I'm sorry, what?" Y/N asked, not expecting that order.

"Take. Your. Clothes. Off," Jason repeated, his hands working on removing his jacket and his shirt.

Y/N could feel the small gush of slickness that came out of him as the Alpha removed his clothes, revealing his incredibly toned and muscular body, his abs rippling as his arms lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere in the room. Y/N could see the sizable print of the Alpha's dick bulging in his pants, making him gulp.

"Jason, can we pause for like two seconds and talk about this," Y/N started, his eyes wide and staring at the man's naked torso, "We can't just-"

"Y/N, take your clothes off, or I'll do it myself," Jason growled, his eyes staring intensely at the Omega, the feral look and the slight glow of his green irises made the Omega shudder.

"You wouldn't dare," Y/N challenged.

"Try me."

Before Y/N could argue or say anything, the Alpha was on top of him, his fingers gripping his shirt and tearing the fabric, a rip echoing through the room. While Y/N was still shocked by the surprise move, he grabbed the ripped shirt and used it to tie the Omega's hands together, keeping him from pushing him away.

"Jason, what the absolute fuck?" Y/N asked, trying and failing to break free of the Alpha's restraints, his wrists and forearms tied tightly together, the shirt acting as a makeshift rope.

Any other person and Y/N would've been able to break out of that makeshift bondage before they could even blink. Jason on the other hand was trained by Batman. He'd doubt if he could get out of this shit by the time the sun came up.

"What? It's not like you're not gonna throw it out anyway," Jason answered, not stopping his movement as he removed the rest of the Omega's clothes, ripping his pants off and leaving him in just his underwear.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that, you bastard?" Y/N spat, not liking the feeling of him not being in control in this situation.

"So I've been told. Now, are you gonna be good and do what I tell you, or are you gonna fight me the whole time?" Jason asked, leaning over the Omega.

"You've got a lotta nerve coming in here and bossing me around, you little shit, especially after you ghosted and ignored me all this week," Y/N spat, glaring up at the Alpha.

"Yeah, I'll apologize for that later," Jason said, leaning his face down and burying his nose into the crook of the Omega's neck.

"You bet your ass you will. And, stop smelling me," Y/N protested, trying to pull his neck away.

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus," Jason grunted, his teeth biting the skin of the Omega's throat.

"Not until you explain what the hell is going on with you," Y/N responded his neck closing, preventing the Alpha from more access to his skin.

Jason's lips curled up into a snarl, the green in his eyes flashing before his tongue darted out, licking a stripe across the Omega's closed neck, the action pulling a gasp from him.

"Dammit, Y/N, just shut the fuck up and let me think," Jason growled, his hand running along the side of the Omega's body, his nails grazing the skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Think?! Think about what, you big oaf? How you came in here after disappearing on me for a week and expecting me to just let you fuck me because you're in your rut? Or, how you're gonna get yourself arrested when someone hears the neighbors getting dicked down?" Y/N replied, trying and failing to ignore the shivers that were going down his spine.

"Would you stop worrying about stupid shit and focus on me," Jason demanded, his hand gripping the Omega's jaw, turning his head and forcing him to look at him, his eyes shining in the dim light of the room, "I've gone through a week of pure fucking hell, and I'm not about to have you ruin the one relief I have right now."

"Relief?! You're lucky you were smart enough to restrain me because if you didn't, I'd be tearing your ass a new one right now," Y/N sneered, his anger rising.

"Good luck with that," Jason chuckled, his knee rubbing the inside of the Omega's thigh.

"Don't touch me, you jerk," Y/N said, trying to close his legs.

"Don't fight me, Y/N," Jason growled, his nails digging into the skin of the smaller male's jaw, his teeth clenching, "I've been locked in my apartment for almost a week, jerking my dick and using a pocket pussy, and none of it's been satisfying. If you keep fighting me, I'm not gonna be so nice."

"You've been masturbating for a week and nothing is helping?" Y/N questioned, his eyes wide.

"It's not enough," Jason answered, his nose nuzzling the crook of the Omega's neck, his teeth grazing the skin, his hot breath hitting his pulse point, "Nothing is enough."

Y/N took a moment to pause, assessing everything around him and giving his anger and attitude a few seconds to simmer down before this got more out of control than it needed to. Jason never acted this aggressively towards him, and at first, he thought it was because he was rutting. But, thinking of some of his other friends who were Alphas, he never remembered them going this far, acting like a completely different person who didn't care about the other person's wishes. And he knew that was far from the Alpha in front of him and his regular behavior.

As far as he could ever think, Jason would never do anything to hurt Y/N or push him into something he didn't want to do. He could be a bit protective at times, not wanting the Omega to get hurt or come into contact with any danger. And, he could also be a bit of a flirt when he was comfortable, constantly teasing him and saying suggestive comments. But, the fact that he was currently holding him down and threatening him, even being in his rut was concerning.

"Jason, when was the last time you had a rut?"

"Almost a month ago," Jason murmured, nuzzling his face against the jaw and neck, making his way down to his chest while his hand softly caressed his body.

"And did you have someone to help you through it?" Y/N asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"No," Jason replied.

"Why not? Didn't you have anyone else who could help you through it?" Y/N probed further.

"Didn't want to risk it with anyone. So, I dealt with it on my own," Jason explained, his teeth biting and sucking the skin of the Omega's collarbone, leaving small hickeys.

"And how long have you been dealing with it on your own?"

There was a moment of silence as Y/N felt the kisses and bites to his skin pause for a second. Then, he heard a soft grunt, and the kisses and bites continued.

"How long, Jason?" Y/N pressed.

"A while."

"Be more specific."

"I don't fucking know, alright? Almost 3 years, maybe more," Jason snapped, his nails suddenly digging into the flesh of the Omega's sides, pulling him against the Alpha.

"Jason! Three years?! Do you know how dangerous that is?" Y/N cried, looking at the Alpha with wide eyes.

"Of course I do, idiot. But, it's not like there are many options for an Alpha vigilante who's supposed to be dead," Jason grumbled, his tone laced with a hint of sadness.

"Then, why didn't you ask Bruce for help? Couldn't he have gotten one of his doctor friends to prescribe you some Feromexin or Feromine-X to help with the ruts?" Y/N argued, not understanding the Alpha's decision.

Jason raised an eyebrow at the Omega's question, feeling a spike of anger at the implication of his words.

"How do you know about the suppressants for Alphas? You been fucking another Alpha or something, sweetheart?" Jason growled, the slight tint of green in his eyes seemingly flaring up.

"No, dumbass. I have friends and family who are Alphas, and I did some research on the internet," Y/N answered, not liking the tone the Alpha was using.

"Why were you doing research, huh?" Jason hummed, his grip on the Omega's waist loosening, his hands moving to grab the Omega's ass, his fingers kneading the cheeks, a moan escaping the Omega's mouth, "Did you find something you liked, baby?"

"Jason, for the love of God, focus damnit! Answer my question," Y/N almost snapped, which was very unlike him.

"Oh, my fucking god. I don't know, okay! They don't work for me anymore," Jason yelled, his voice rising.

"What do you mean they don't work for you anymore? What did you take?"

"Feromine-X. And, I mean, they've just stopped working. After I was resurrected, I guess, my ruts have just gotten stronger, and the suppressants don't do shit for me," Jason explained, his voice becoming more agitated.

"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you go to Bruce for help? Or Dick, or Alfred, or anyone?"

"Because I don't want their damn pity, okay. It's bad enough I'm the 'dead Robin', but now I can't even handle my ruts like a normal Alpha and have to depend on everyone else for help. I don't want others having to take care of me, and I especially don't need it," Jason growled, his hands gripping the Omega's thighs, his nails digging into the skin, his teeth clenching as his anger rose.

"But, I like taking care of you," Y/N murmured.

Jason's gaze immediately softened, his eyes staring at the Omega's, his lips falling open.

"What?"

"I like taking care of you. Whenever you'd come to me, needing stitches or painkillers, or when you'd just show up and we'd hang out, I didn't mind. I always wanted to help. I like spending time with you, and I wanted to make sure you're okay and safe. You could've come to me for help if this was really affecting you so badly," Y/N answered.

"Y/N, I can't ask you to do that. This isn't your responsibility," Jason said, his grip on the Omega's wrists and his thighs loosening.

"Um, considering the way you kind of barged in here, basically abducted me to my room and how I'm sitting here tied up by the tattered remains of my own shirt, I'd kinda say you basically almost made it my responsibility so...I mean, I'm just saying," Y/N said.

Jason stared at him for a moment before chuckling, his shoulders shaking.

"Why do you always have to go and make me feel like an idiot?" Jason laughed, his hands gently rubbing the Omega's thighs.

"Because it's what I do best," Y/N teased, a small smile coming to his lips.

"God, I missed you," Jason said, his arms wrapping around the Omega and his face burying itself in the crook of his neck.

"Missed you too, pasty," Y/N cooed, his hands rubbing the Alpha's back.

"Why you gotta bring my skin color into this again," Jason grumbled, his fingers pinching at the Omega's side in retaliation.

"Hey, don't take it out on my melanin, white boy," Y/N giggled, squirming underneath him.

"You're such a brat," Jason growled, his teeth nipping at the Omega's throat.

"And you're a big jerk."

"I'll give you a big jerk," Jason muttered, his hips grinding against the Omega's, his cock pressing against the Omega's clothed and wet privates, "So, you still willing to help me through my rut?"

"Hmm, well, you're not exactly my type of white boy," Y/N joked, pretending to scan the Alpha up and down.

Jason gave him a warning growl, his teeth giving a harsh bite to the Omega's shoulder.

"Fuck, okay, yes, I'll help," Y/N whimpered, feeling his slick still wetting his underwear and now his sheets under him.

"That's what I thought," Jason smirked, his hands gripping the Omega's waist and bringing him into his grasp, his face diving back into the crook of his neck.

"Ah! On one condition, though," Y/N conceded.

Jason paused with an agitated huff, his aggressiveness returning slowly as he felt himself finally getting closer to getting what his body was craving, "Name it."

"You tell me when you're in trouble, and you don't keep things from me. You keep me in the loop and let me take care of you when needed," Y/N told him, his eyes serious.

"Fine. But, that goes both ways. You're not allowed to hide things from me, and you can't keep shit from me. Understand, brat?" Jason negotiated.

"Yes, massa," Y/N teased, leaning up and nuzzling the Alpha's cheek, a purr rumbling in his throat.

"Smartass. Now, can we please fuck?" Jason asked, his patience growing thin.

"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Just remember, be gentle, okay," Y/N chuckled.

"Hah, after calling me white boy and massa? No, no. You deserve whatever you're gonna get," Jason grinned, his hands slipping between the Omega's thighs, spreading them, and rubbing the soaked spot of his underwear.

"Ah fuck. Well, can you at least untie me?" Y/N moaned, his head falling back onto the bed, his legs twitching.

"Nah, I kind of like having you helpless and unable to fight back," Jason smirked, his teeth biting the hem of the Omega's underwear and ripping it off him, leaving him bare.

"Asshole."

"But, you still love me," Jason cooed, his hand caressing the Omega's body.

"Maybe a little," Y/N admitted, his heart rate speeding up.

"Good. Now, shut up and don't move," Jason ordered.

Jason pressed his face between the Omega's legs, getting a full whiff of the natural scent that came off him, a deep, sweet but light musky scent. His tongue darted out, licking a stripe along the folds of the Omega's opening, the taste of his slick on his tongue making him groan.

Y/N moaned and tensed up, his hands moving up to grip the pillow behind him. He'd had sex plenty of times, but this was different. The number of times Y/N had woken up from a wet dream that detailed this kind of moment between him and the vigilante was countless, and the fact that it was now becoming a reality was adding to the euphoric feelings starting to overwhelm his mind and body

Jason's tongue circled around the Omega's entrance, teasing him. He felt a wave of possessiveness come over him as his hands grabbed beneath the bend of the smaller man's knees to push his legs up, further exposing his shiny. slick-covered hole to him.

Pressing his nose against the entrance again, he took a small whiff before attaching his lips to the wet organ and pushing his tongue inside. Both men released filthy noises as Jason all but devoured the smaller man in front of him, inside and out.

"Jason, fuck!" Y/N cursed, his hands flying down and his fingers tangling in the Alpha's hair.

Jason growled, his hand reaching up and grabbing the smaller man's wrists from his hair, pinning them down against his stomach. He pulled away to look at the Omega through the gap between his spread thighs.

"I told you to stay still," Jason growled.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be good, promise," Y/N whimpered, his chest heaving.

"You better," Jason warned, his grip tightening around the Omega's wrist before releasing and returning to his task, "Keep these here."

Jason's tongue plunged back into the Omega's core, his mouth sucking and slurping at the slick and its addictive taste. He continued eating out the sensitive and twitching hole, his tongue grazing across the hot walls and his pleasure crux.

He moved his hand up to where he was lapping at the hole, slick dripping from his chin as he prodded a finger around the entrance before slowly pushing the digit inside. Y/N squirmed at the tickling sensation while doing his best to remain still, even though another side of him desperately wanted to misbehave and poke at the Alpha's patience.

Jason pushed his finger inside, the wet muscle coating his finger and making it easy for him to press his middle finger inside. His tongue licked around his finger as he roughly pumped it in and out, barely giving any time for him to adjust before adding a second finger.

"Jason, oh, shit. Wait, wait, slow down," Y/N panted, his head tossing and turning, his fingers pulling at his own hair.

Jason ignored his pleas, his fingers stretching and curling inside the Omega, scissoring and opening him up. Y/N's whimpers and cries were going straight to his dick, the sound music to his ears.

"Shit, ah fuck! Jason, you're going too fast."

Y/N cried out as he felt a third finger enter him, the stretch burning slightly. Jason continued his movements, moving his mouth away completely as he opted to watch the Omega squirm on his fingers with a prideful look.

"Stop looking at me like that," Y/N whined, his face blushing red as he unconsciously tried to close his legs which did not go unnoticed by the vigilante. He didn't take kindly to the Omega giving him orders, curling his fingers inside and delivering some harsh movements that managed to hit his pleasure spot, causing him to cry out.

"I'll look at you any way I want to," Jason said, his eyes roaming the Omega's body before he suddenly paused his movements.

Y/N looked up in confusion before gasping at the suddenly empty feeling, Jason removing his fingers before grabbing at his still-tied wrists. He looked up to the Alpha who was staring down at him with an intense look that had him nervously fidgeting on the bed.

"Wanna keep acting like a brat, fine. I'll treat you like one then," Jason declared.

The vigilante untied the tattered shirts from around Y/N's arms, giving him only a split second of freedom before he flipped him over roughly, placing a harsh slap on his bottom that had him crying out. He grabbed the smaller male's arms again, this time folding them behind his back and tying the shirt around them in a tight hold while the Omega softly whimpered against the sheets from the rough manhandling.

He could feel his hole still dripping as he listened to the sounds of zippers and clothes rustling, his anticipation and anxiety rising.

"Jason, what are you–"

"Quiet," Jason ordered, his voice low.

"But-"

"I said, quiet dammit," Jason repeated, his hand landing another slap on his ass, the sting shooting straight through his spine.

Y/N gasped at the sting, doing his best to hold back the tears starting to pool in his eyes before he felt the Alpha grabbing him and pulling him off the bed, placing him on his knees on the floor in front of him.

Jason stood before him in his full naked glory, the sight causing his mouth to water. He wasn't a stranger to seeing the Alpha's body, considering he'd spent a considerable amount of time patching up his various wounds multiple nights in a row. But, this was the first time he'd been able to see his whole body. And, was it a sight to behold.

Jason was a big man, and his dick was no exception.

The enlarged organ definitely looked like it could do some damage, with a considerable length and a girth that had his insides fluttering in anticipation or fear. Possibly both. Actually, very likely it was both.

It was a wonder how the Alpha was able to hide that thing, especially underneath his skin-tight vigilante suit, or how anyone could handle having him inside. He knew Alphas' cocks tended to grow in size during ruts, but this was something else.

"Oh fuck–" Y/N muttered, his arousal spiking which the rutting Alpha picked up on if the jump in his throbbing dick was any indication.

"Open your mouth," Jason ordered, his hands running through the Omega's hair.

"Fuck, Jason. I don't think–"

"Did I ask what you think or did I tell you to open your mouth?" Jason gripped the Omega's hair that was now uncovered from the durag slipping off while Jason fingered him.

He pulled the Omega's head back, before grabbing his penis with his other hand, tapping it against the Omega's mouth, smearing the leaking pre-cum over his lips.

"I said, open up," Jason said, the tone in his voice signaling this was the Omega's last chance before the Alpha did it for him.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, looking up at the Alpha. He prayed that his past few experiences would be able to match up to this, but he didn't have much time to prepare himself before Jason took it upon himself to force the Omega's mouth open, giving the cockhead the opening it needed to enter the wet cavern.

"Fucking little brat, clearly we need to work on your ability to listen to orders," Jason grunted, his hips jerking forward and his dick pushing deeper into the Omega's mouth.

Y/N let out a muffled cry, his hands twitching and his fingers gripping his forearm, trying his hardest to ignore the tears that were now freely streaming down his face. Jason gave a few experimental thrusts while his hands held the Omega's head still, the tip of his penis already pressing against the back of his throat.

The Omega could feel how much his lips were stretched from just the little few inches he had inside. It was almost a wonder how his jaw wasn't aching. But, that wasn't a luxury he had as the Alpha started to pick up the pace, the force of his thrusts pushing more of his cock down the Omega's throat.

Y/N's eyes widened, his vision blurring from the tears, and his eyes rolling back into his skull, his mind focusing only on the thick cock currently fucking his throat and the lack of air entering his lungs. He could feel the pressure and pain in his jaw increasing, his mouth being used like a fleshlight for the Alpha's pleasure.

Jason's animalistic grunts along with Y/N's choking and gagging noise filled up the room as the vigilante had his way with the smaller man. Y/N's instincts were to try and push back against the muscular hips thrusting into his mouth, but, once again the Alpha was a few steps ahead of him as his arms struggled in their binds behind his back, leaving him no other choice but to sit there and receive the aggressive and brutal treatment.

Jason was losing himself in the pleasure, the Omega's tight and wet mouth and throat feeling heavenly around his cock. He'd been dreaming about this for so long, and he wasn't going to hold back.

After a week of hell alone in his room with his hand and cheap fleshlights, he was finally getting the relief he needed. Now, all that was left was for him to get his knot inside the Omega and truly relieve his pain.

The Alpha looked over into the large mirror the Omega kept in his room, watching the bound smaller man sitting on his knees for his body, helpless against the Alpha's stronghold and cock. His Alpha pride was skyrocketing through the roof.

After just a few more minutes, he removed his dick from the Omega's mouth, the puffy, swollen red state of his lips leaving a satisfied and smug smirk on the Alpha. He leaned down and grabbed the Omega under his shoulder before throwing and slamming him down on the bed, forcing his legs apart again.

Y/N let out a choked gasp as the wind was knocked out of him. His face was a mess, with tear tracks running down his face, his jaw aching from the rough mouth-fucking he just received.

He heard the Alpha rummaging through the bedside table, his hands blindly searching the contents before finding the packet he was looking for, before suddenly giving an accusing look.

"Why do you have a knot condom?" Jason asked, his voice gruff.

Y/N recognized the possessive and slightly angry look that was common in all Alphas, cursing on the inside of his head. He'd forgotten that was in his nightstand.

"Um...that's, uh, a funny story," Y/N chuckled nervously, his heart rate speeding up.

"You fucked another Alpha during his rut?" Jason growled.

"Yes, but it was with one of my past flings," Y/N admitted with a nervous tone, "We were never serious, but he asked me to help and I agreed."

It was silent for a moment as the vigilante stared him down, his gaze dark and dangerous, his eyes narrowed on the Omega. Y/N's mind raced, hoping the Alpha wouldn't get too angry, knowing how much their ruts could drive up their territorial attitudes.

"How many times?"

"Huh?" Y/N replied, confused.

"How many times did you let him knot you," Jason repeated his grip on the condom's package tightening.

"I don't know. It was a rut! How am I supposed to remember how many times we did it," Y/N responded, his own irritation starting to grow.

"Were they his condoms or did you buy them?" Jason questioned, his eyes narrowing.

"His. I made him buy extra in case we ran out."

Jason was silent for another moment, taking another look at the open drawer before turning back to Y/N with a daunting expression.

"This is the only one left, so it looks like you went at it a few times. Guess that means I've got a lot of work cut out for me," Jason tore the package open and slipped the latex rubber over his penis, "And since it's the last one and only one you have, well, I hope you're suppressants have the added birth control," He said before getting on the bed and pulling the Omega towards him by his legs.

"Jason, you better be fucking joking. You didn't bring any extra condoms?" Y/N demanded, his eyes widening.

"Most don't fit me anymore since my dick grew a little more, let's hope this one is up for the job," Jason smirked while positioning himself at the Omega's entrance.

"Jason Peter Todd, I fucking swear if you knock me up–"

"Ah, quit your whining," Jason interrupted, pushing the head of his dick against the Omega's fluttering hole, the slick already coating the covered organ, "It's not like we don't have other options. Accidents happen all the time."

"Screw you, asshole," Y/N groaned, his teeth clenched.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm gonna do so much more than that," Jason grinned, his hands gripping the Omega's waist and his hips shoving forward.

Y/N cried out, his arms straining and his legs tensing as his body flailed underneath the Alpha's massive frame from the intense stretching he felt as his hole and walls tried to adjust and push out the intruding cock. His body arched into Jason's chest as the Alpha's dark head of hair nudged its way into the Omega's neck, his lips kissing at the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

Jason wasn't that quiet or still either, his body shaking and his breath stuttering from the euphoric feeling of the Omega's hot, tight walls wrapped around his cock. Even through the rubber, the wet heat around him had him desperately wanting to rip the condom off so he could feel the full flesh surrounding him.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight. Gonna ruin you for anyone else," Jason growled, his hips slowly pushing more into the Omega's while biting and sucking the sensitive skin.

"Ah, ah, J-Jason, wait," Y/N gasped, his head tossed back, his chest heaving, his body squirming from the uncomfortable and painful stretch.

"Fuck, just shut up," Jason grumbled, his hands wrapping around the Omega's neck and gripping his hair while moving to press his lips against Y/N's in a rough kiss.

He pushed himself more into the Omega, the latex-covered tip of his cock grazing past the Y/N's prostate as he whimpered and cried into the kiss, his feet pressing into the bed as the intense feeling of his body stretching around the Alpha started to overwhelm him.

Whoever once tried to say the big and massive guys had small penises clearly had not met Jason before, or just didn't understand body proportions and anatomy. Either way, the throbbing and large organ currently trying to park itself inside the Omega was a strong testament to how wrong they were.

There was no possible way Y/N was going to be able to walk properly on his own legs after this. Jason was going to have to carry him for the next few days, which judging by earlier, he probably wouldn't have any issues with it.

"Oh god, fuck. You're so big, I can't," Y/N whined, his back arching as his arms and hands struggled against the binds.

"So I've been told," Jason whispered, his lips kissing the side of the Omega's head, "Am I bigger than him? Better?"

"Fuck yes," Y/N moaned, his eyes squeezing shut.

Jason held a cocky grin at this, feeling himself getting closer to bottoming out inside the Omega, "Good, 'cause you're not letting him or anyone else near you again. This belongs to me," He growled, flexing his dick inside the Omega pulling another whine from the smaller male.

"Ah, ah, no. Please, please," Y/N pleaded, his toes curling.

"Say it," Jason growled in his ear, jerking the hold he still had around his neck and in his hair.

"Belongs to you. No one else's, only you." Y/N babbled, his body twitching.

"Good boy," Jason cooed, his lips attaching themselves to the Omega's neck and sucking a hickey.

When Jason fully bottomed out, he paused his movements, his forehead resting against the Omega's shoulder. He took a deep breath, the scent of the Omega's sweat and natural pheromones overwhelming him.

Both had a light sheen of sweat over their bodies, Jason's from his spiking body temperatures and Y/N from the Alpha's body over him and the slight physical exertion he was going through. The Alpha's breathing was harsh, and his grip on the Omega tightened as he tried to keep himself in control.

Before long, Jason was pulling himself out, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting back in, earning a cry from the Omega beneath him.

"No, stop! Just, ah, give me a second," Y/N begged, his eyes shut tightly, his nails scratching and digging into the palms of his hands.

"Shut up," Jason growled, his nose nuzzling the crook of the Omega's neck.

The Alpha continued his movements, only increasing his pace and intensity, his hands squeezing around the Omega's neck as his hips snapped into him. Jason's grunts and Y/N's moans and cries filled the room, along with the sound of skin slapping against each other and the rattling of Y/N's bed frame.

Jason stared into Y/N's eyes with an intense focus as he pounded into him, the sight of the Omega's tear-stained face and pouty red lips increasing his drive even more. They hadn't been fucking more than five minutes, yet Y/N looked like his soul was ready to depart his body.

Jason knew his size and stamina could be a lot to take in, and the fact that Y/N was already a mess had him feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. His eyes broke their hold with Y/N's raking down the rest of the Omega's body.

The Omega's smaller pecs were moving up and down with his body as Jason pressed more into him. He could tell the Omega was getting antsy by not being able to move his arms while being fucked within an inch of his life, adding even more to the Alpha's dominant ego.

A few minutes passed as Jason continuously rutted into the Omega, his fingers pressing into the Omega's neck more, slowly taking away his breath, which put the Alpha on a power high. After another few seconds, he paused his movements, taking a moment to catch his breath and release his hold so that the Omega could also have the chance to breathe in new air while pulling himself out.

"Turn your ass over," Jason instructed with a pat to the Omega's thigh.

"Geez, can you give me a sec," Y/N wheezed, his head tossing from side to side.

"Nope." Jason grabbed him by his waist and flipped him onto his stomach, forcing him on his hands and knees to present himself before the Alpha.

"Asswipe," Y/N mumbled into the sheets.

The Omega yelped when he received another slap on his sore ass, loud and sharp, the sting and burn shooting through his entire body.

"What was that?" Jason asked.

"Nothing," Y/N muttered, his voice low.

"That's what I thought," Jason said, his finger brushing down the curve of the Omega's spine, before positioning himself at the Omega's hole and showing himself back inside.

Y/N's face fell onto the bed with a scream at the force, the strength leaving his body as he moaned sheets as Jason pounded him from behind. His hole was spasming around the Alpha's cock, preparing itself for the inevitable knot that was going to enter into him soon.

Jason grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them so he could better see his cock entering in and out of the Omega's wet and stretched hole. The sight of it gives him another ego boost, slapping the Omega's ass to signal his satisfaction while continuing to plow his insides.

Y/N continued crying and moaning into the bed, which Jason didn't quite appreciate. His mind was suddenly filled with the image of another random Alpha making his Omega scream and cry on their dick and knot in this very room for the neighbors and anyone else nearby to listen.

With that thought in mind, he leaned down to grab the Omega's hair, pulling him off the bed and against his body while keeping his thrusting in a steady rhythm. His other hands rubbed down the Omega's sweaty body before reaching down to stimulate him from the front, adding to his pleasure and increased cries.

"No hiding those sweet sounds from me, baby. In fact, you better scream louder so the whole damn neighborhood knows who you belong to," Jason growled, his hand tightening its hold on the Omega's hair.

Damn Alphas and their possessive ass attitudes. Y/N didn't even want to imagine the looks he was going to get from his neighbors if any of them could hear the two. The walls weren't that thick.

"You're gonna be my good little cum dump, aren't you," Jason grunted, his hand rubbing against the Omega's front while his hips slammed against his ass, "Gonna take my knot and everything else I got."

"Yes, Jason... oh fuck," Y/N gasped, his head thrown back.

They'd fucked like rabbits in that position for some time, Jason's stamina being no joke. But, as his knot started to grow, he was forced to flip the Omega back over onto his back, his thrusts becoming shorter and sharper.

Y/N had begun to squirm once again under the large Alpha, feeling the dick inside him start to swell even more. He could only hope it wouldn't actually tear him in half as so many other people liked to play around and say.

Careful what you wish for folks.

"Jason, oh fuck, for the love of– please, slow down," Y/N begged, his head tossing and turning, his bound arms straining.

"Can't, too close," Jason groaned, his thrusts picking up speed.

"I can't, fuck, please!" Y/N cried.

"Quiet," Jason's hand smacked against the Omega's mouth, muffling his voice, "Stop squirming. Stay the fuck still," He growled.

Y/N whined underneath the Alpha's palm, his body still twisting and struggling. Jason's body was covered in sweat as he pistoned in and out of the Omega rapidly, slowly losing his rhythm as he could feel his knot forming.

"You're gonna be all mine from now on, brat. Hope you were really serious about earlier, 'cause you're only gonna be taking care of me from now on," Jason declared, his teeth biting and nipping at the Omega's earlobe.

The harder Jason's thrusts became, the closer both he and the Omega began to near their release. The Alpha's hand once again found its way around the Omega's neck as he continued to muffle his noises while now taking his breath away.

"Take it, dammit," Jason grunted, his hand pushing the Omega's body further down into the bed.

Y/N's body shook and trembled, his legs shaking and his toes curled. A few seconds later, he was letting out a muffled scream as his body shook with release, slick mixed with his cum squirting from his body and around the Alpha's cock that was now just rutting into him as his knot was about to pop.

"Yeah, there you go," Jason groaned, his own hips stuttering as the Omega's orgasm brought him over the edge, "Shit, here it comes, baby. Take it, fuck, take it all," He growled, his hips slamming all the way in him.

Jason's body stilled, his knot fully expanded and his dick released a massive load of cum, filling the condom inside the Omega's body. His arms wrapped around the smaller male's waist, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm.

Y/N whimpered, his body shaking and twitching from the sensation of the knot filling him, his body feeling utterly exhausted but also saturated from the hard fuck he'd just received.

Jason held him still, his chest heaving and his forehead resting on the Omega's shoulder. Their bodies were a mess, their skin glistening in sweat, their limbs tangled, and their heavy breathing the only sounds heard in the room.

The vigilante felt slight exhaustion, but also an overwhelming amount of relief. The pain of his rut subsided after finally getting to knot an Omega.

Not just any Omega though, the Omega of his dreams.

It was crazy that after one crazy and rough fuck, your feelings could become so obvious. Jason was in love with Y/N and had been for a while. Just needed a little push to realize that.

Of course, this could also be the high amount of endorphins running through his body but let's go with the first one since it's more romantic.

The Alpha rolled the two of them onto their sides, careful not to cause any pain or discomfort, their bodies still tied together.

"How are you feeling?" Jason asked, his tone much softer and calmer compared to his previous demeanor.

"Sore," Y/N said, his voice hoarse.

"Sorry, guess I got a little carried away," Jason smiled sheepishly, his hand rubbing the Omega's cheek.

"Maybe just a tad bit," Y/N teased

"Shut up. Don't act like you didn't like it," Jason chuckled.

"Mmm, I never said I didn't like it," Y/N smirked, his eyes looking down to the swollen knot still firmly plugged inside him.

"Brat," Jason scoffed, his hand swiping at the Omega's side.

"Asshole," Y/N replied.

The two sat in silence, taking the moment to breathe and collect their thoughts, Jason's hands the smaller male's body.

"Jason," Y/N called, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Hmm?" The Alpha hummed.

"I think the condom broke," Y/N informed, his eyes glancing toward the Alpha.

Jason's eyes widened, his hand moving down to the base of his penis where the knot was starting to shrink. The latex did not seem to have held up against the pressure of his knot, as he could see some unsettling stretches and tears at the base of the rubber around his dick.

"Fuck," Jason cursed.

"Yeah...welp, no better time to test the effectiveness of Omega birth control than now," Y/N commented.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, I should've–"

"Hey, hey, calm down. It's okay. We're not exactly virgins here. I've had a few flings and I'm sure you have too. Accidents happen," Y/N reassured, paraphrasing Jason's words from earlier

"I guess," Jason muttered, still feeling slightly guilty.

"Jay, stop worrying. Like you said, there are other options. And besides, we've got more pressing things to be worried about," Y/N stated.

Jason gave the Omega a curious look, "Like what?"

"Like me having to draft a formal response to the black collective of how I let myself be colonized by a white man," Y/N deadpanned.

"Fuck off," Jason rolled his eyes.

"Are you, a white man, trying to silence a black voice? During Black History Month? I thought black lives mattered."

Jason gave the Omega an unimpressed look, "Y/N, it's April."

"Oh, so black history is only contained to one month?"

"You know, I really can't stand you sometimes," Jason said.

"But, you still love me," Y/N responded, once again mocking the Alpha's words.

Jason felt a smile coming over his face, leaning down to place a kiss against the smaller male's lips, "That I do."

Y/N smiled, not realizing the implication of Jason's words before both of their attentions were pulled to the jerking feeling down below. The Alpha's knot had released, but Jaon's dick was once again standing at attention, clearly ready for another round.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Y/N groaned.

Jason smiled sheepishly at him, "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm in a rut, and I've got some makeup to do for lost time if I want to get it back to normal. Hope you didn't have any plans for tonight...or tomorrow."

"Fucking hell," Y/N huffed, his head falling back against the pillow.

"Well, can you at least untie me?" Y/N asked, gesturing to his still-bound arms.

"Hmm, nope," Jason denied.

"Fuck you," Y/N scowled.

"That's the plan."

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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Hiyaaa can I ask for Ayato from Genshin with a kitsune reader who steals pieces of his clothing as a secret crush on him but one day Ayato catches them and punishes them.

A Punishment ?

Ayato x kitsune! bttm male reader

Content warnings: spanking, anal tongue fucking (receiving), overstimulation, rough sex, creampie , slight predator prey dynamic (if you squint), slight dubcon because reader wasn’t really into the spanking at the start

Note: This fic has been marinating in my inbox for 2 weeks so I hope you enjoy! Also I haven’t played Genshin in a year so this might be a tad bit ooc 😭. Enjoy!

You had always been someone in the background, shadowed and sheltered under the protection of your sister, Guuji Yaemiko. Few to none knew of your actual existence as centuries passed, except for the Raiden Shogun and the clans themselves. Her influence stretched far, wrapping around you like a protective veil.

The Shrine was your haven, but also your cage. Every decision, every move you made, was watched, controlled. It was always for your safety, she would say. The sister who would tease and always play you like a fiddle to her silly whims became firm and unmovable when it came to exploring beyond the Inazuman city. You had been sheltered from the harsh realities of the world, never given the freedom to truly explore it. Yet, that defiant streak within you had only grown stronger. You didn’t want protection. You wanted to live.

However, what your sister could not shield you from was unforeseen. A little crush you had harboured for the Yashiro Commissioner himself, Kamisato Ayato. A man who carried himself with grace and power — a man who like your sister, commanded respect wherever he went. The very man that made the Kamisato name arise from its ashes and make it the prestigious clan today. As much as you hated to admit it, you were nothing better than those maidens who chased after him relentlessly for marriage offers. It stung to think of yourself in that way, to admit that you were drawn to him with the same intensity that they were.

It wasn’t just his power or his elegance. It was the way he moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, the sharpness in his gaze that made you feel seen even when you wished to remain hidden. You were drawn to him with a fascination that bordered on obsession, an allure that you couldn’t shake off no matter how hard you tried. Due of your crush, you found yourself resorting to a silly yet strangely satisfying ritual—stealing Ayato’s clothes. It was an odd way to cope with the intense feelings you harbored for him, but it was the only outlet you could manage. Each stolen item, whether a glove, a ribbon, or a sash, became a cherished possession, a physical connection to him that you could hold onto.

Each piece of clothing was a wishful reminder of him—a way to keep a part of him close, even if you could never have him completely. You would fold his garments carefully, press them to your face, and imagine the moments he had worn them, his scent of sandalwood and rain with the lingering warmth, It was your own secret fantasy. It was harmless really. A secret way of indulging in the hopeless crush you’d harbored for the head of the Kamisato clan.

However, tonight, the air felt different—charged with something you couldn’t quite place. Strangely, there weren’t any guards present that were on patrol. The estate was quiet. A little too quiet.

Still, you pressed on.

The thought of what you were about to do made your fox ears twitch in excitement. Ayato’s chambers were silent as you nudged the door open, the dim light of a single candle casting long shadows over the room.

You crept inside, eyes scanning for something to take. His haori lay draped neatly over a chair, and without hesitation, you reached for it. The silk fabric slipped through your fingers, smooth and cool to the touch. Your breath caught in your throat as you brought it close, imagining, just for a moment, what it would feel like to be wrapped in it—surrounded by him. The thought made your cheeks warm, but you pushed it away, carefully folding the haori over your arm.

It was a ridiculous thought, you knew that.

You allowed yourself a small smile. Another successful heist, another piece of him to add to your collection. You moved toward the door, your escape clear and easy.

But as you turned, something stopped you.

A faint rustle. Barely a sound, but enough to make your ears twitch with alert. You froze, eyes darting toward the corner of the room. Nothing.

You waited, heart racing in your chest, every instinct telling you to bolt but curiosity kept you rooted in place. Slowly, you scanned the room again, your gaze lingering on the bed. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on a figure sitting in the shadows.

Ayato.

He was leaning casually against the headboard of his bed, his body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. His lavender eyes, sharp and calculating, met yours with a calm intensity. Those eyes were striking—like shards of amethyst, reflecting the light in a way that made them almost glow. They watched you with a calm amusement, though the glint in them suggested he was far more aware of the situation than you were.

Your heart raced as you took in his appearance. His long, pale blue hair was neatly tied back, save for a few loose strands that framed his angular face. The moonlight accentuated his porcelain skin, making him look almost ethereal, like something out of a dream. Yet there was nothing soft about the way he held himself—he stood with a quiet strength, the grace of a nobleman who knew his power.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” His voice was smooth, almost melodic, but there was an edge to it. It sent a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, clutching the haori tightly. Ayato’s tall, lean frame was still relaxed, but every movement he made was deliberate. His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the bed as he spoke, drawing attention to his hands—hands that could command armies or, in this case, one mischievous kitsune.

“I… I didn’t mean—”

Ayato’s lips curled into a faint smirk, revealing a glimpse of his sharp wit. “Didn’t mean to what?” He interrupted, stepping forward, the soft rustle of his clothing barely audible. “You seem to have a habit of taking things that don’t belong to you,” he murmured, his voice low, smooth, and far too calm.

“Lord Ayato,” You squeaked softly, ears flattening as you clutched the fabric in your hands. He approached, slowly, the air between you charged with something you couldn’t name. “What were you planning to do with this, hm?” He gestured toward the ribbon in your hand, his voice soft but laced with authority. “Stealing from me, Yae Miko’s brother no less… What would she say?”

You bristled at the mention of your sister, but there was no escape now. “I just wanted—”

“To see if I’d notice?” Ayato finished for you, his amusement deepening as he tilted his head slightly. His eyes never left yours as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. Up close, you could see the slight tension in his jaw, the quiet authority he carried in every word.

His hand reached out, brushing lightly against the fabric of the haori. “I noticed,” he whispered, his voice sending a thrill down your spine. His fingers grazed yours, cool to the touch yet searing with the unspoken threat of control.

Ayato’s smile was small but devastatingly confident. “But there’s a price to pay for stealing from the Yashiro Commissioner.”

Your heart raced as he stepped even closer, the close proximity making your tail swish back and forth with nervousness and anticipation. “And I think you know what that means.”

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You hesitated for just a moment, but the look in his eyes—dark, intense, and utterly unyielding—was enough to make you comply. Your legs gave way almost instinctively as you dropped to your knees, your heart pounding in your chest. The rush of adrenaline coursing through you drowned out everything except the sound of your own breathing, loud and uneven in your ears.

He took another step, his movements so fluid that his bare feet made no sound on the hardwood floor, as though he was one with the shadows. You could feel the heat radiating from him even before he stood directly in front of you, the faint scent of sandalwood and rain lingering in the air—intoxicating and impossible to ignore.

A slow, deliberate smirk tugged at the corners of his lips—a smirk that sent a thrill of both fear and excitement rushing through your body. The expression was playful, yet there was something undeniably dangerous in it, like he was silently toying with you, fully aware of the power he held over you. Up close, you could see the cool, detached amusement in his eyes—like a predator toying with prey, knowing full well you were already caught in his web.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated again, but the silent disapproving look in his eyes was enough to make you move. You stood up slowly, your hands trembling as you began to undress. Reluctantly, your robes slipped off, leaving you stark naked and cold, shivering in the cold night air. Truth to be told, you were a virgin, never having the chance to even have a sexual outlet besides from fingering yourself and masturbating on rare occasions when your sister wasn’t at the shrine. Even with your crush on Ayato, you were rather reluctant and admittedly, a tad bit fearful.

He watched you, his expression unreadable, but the fire in his piercing eyes made your skin tingle with anticipation. That calm, calculating gaze burned with something primal even though his face remained impassive. When you were done, he simply gestured for you to turn around. You hesitated briefly, but his silent command left no room for question.

Your heart pounded as you moved, his authoritative presence looming behind you. “Hands on the bed,” he demanded, his voice brushing dangerously close to your ear. The soft, commanding tone sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, making you feel small beneath him.

You obeyed, placing your palms flat against the cool surface of the futon. The fabric felt grounding under your trembling fingers. You could hear him moving, the quiet rustle of his robes as he adjusted himself, his body heat brushing ever closer. The air between you felt electric, charged with tension, until—

Without warning, the first blow landed hard across your ass. The sharp, stinging pain rippled through you like a wave. You gasped, your body jerking forward from the sudden impact, your tail instinctively going taut. The burning sensation lingered, intensifying with every passing second, until all you could do was grip the sheets, struggling to steady yourself against the onslaught.

“Ayato, I don’t think I want to — Ah!”

He wasn’t done.

The second blow came even harder, the sharp impact sending a jolt of pain through your body. This time, you couldn’t suppress the cry that escaped your lips, the force of it stealing the breath from your lungs. You bit down hard on your lip, the metallic taste of blood faint on your tongue as you fought back the tears threatening to spill over.

“Count,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm. “And call me Sir. Stay still,” he added, the warning in his tone unmistakable, “Or this will be even worse.”

You could feel the power in his command, the unspoken promise that he wouldn’t tolerate disobedience.

“Two, Sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling, doing your best to remain still despite the lingering sting.

The next few blows came in quick succession, each one more painful than the last. Your ass was on fire, the pain mingling with the arousal that was building inside you. You could feel yourself getting hard, your body betraying you as it responded to the punishment. The next few blows came in quick succession, each one landing harder than the last. Your skin burned, a searing pain spreading across your ass with every strike, and it felt like your entire body was on fire.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and no matter how hard you fought them back, they kept coming, blurring your vision. You mutely counted the blows between occasional cries of pain and ragged gasps for air. The room spun around you, the sensation too much, too fast.

Each smack to the ass only intensified your horror at your arousal and your arousal. You could feel your dick twitching and getting stiffer as the pain resonated throughout your body. Precum was beginning to pool beneath your cock as the electric sting that the pain brought felt even more pleasurable than the last.

“T-ten,” you whispered shakily, your hands gripping the sheets as you struggled to keep from collapsing under the pressure. Finally, he paused, giving you a moment of respite to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, the tension in your body slowly unwinding as the sting of the blows lingered. Your skin was still ablaze with the aftermath.

You could feel his hand resting lightly on your back, his fingers brushing against your skin in stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier actions. The touch was almost tender, a strange gentleness that sent a confusing wave of emotions through you.

Suddenly, with a swift motion, you found yourself turned around, now facing him. Despite the harsh punishment you had endured, you felt your heart race and then falter as the close proximity of Ayato became overwhelming. Your traitorous tail, betraying your true feelings, swished involuntarily with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

However that did not distract him from the hard on you sported, much to your embarrassment. His slender hand crept down your body and dwarfed your cock. He rhythmically rubbed your length, making you shudder and feel the sparks and the familiar hum of pleasure beginning to ignite.

“Yes,” you gasped as Ayato purposefully tightened his grip around your sensitive tip, never stopping his pace, “Oh—fuck—” as that mischievous hand closed around you, there was a playful air about Ayato as he let out a soft melodic laugh while mumbling something under his breath and then shifting his grip.

The next slide up was a tight, demanding fist. You threw your head back.

“Does that feel good, (Name)?” There was an amused lilt in his voice that made you flush head to toe.

The rush of blood and desire to a point low in your stomach was overwhelming. The movement was growing slicker, better , so tempting to lean fully into. You had never been this turned on.

“I don’t know, ” you cried through a strangled whine, you felt Ayato’s laughter directly through your skin, and somehow that made him suddenly very close.

There was something so exciting and arousing about it the way the man you had dreamt about, the very Yashiro Commissioner, himself was helping pleasure you. The very thought had you moaning, once, and falling slack like a puppet with cut strings. 

You were gently pushed back onto your back against the soft surface of the futon with both your legs are hoisted up, hanging against Ayato’s shoulders. Your body folded in half as you saw his head buried in your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin as your tail hairs brushed against his chin.

“Ayato?!” You struggled for the commissioner to release his grasp on your legs, but to no avail, as he tightened his grip to hold you still. You flushed red in embarrassment, the thought of Ayato seeing everything too much to bear. 

And then you felt something warm and slimy breach past the ring of muscles, causing you to yelp in surprise.

Holy fuck. Was Ayato actually doing what you thought he was? 

You shuddered as waves of pleasure traveled up to your core. Gritting your teeth to try and contain the shameful moans from escaping you, afraid to realise that this was all a dream, afraid that Ayato would be turned off by you.

“Hnnn…Ayato….” You groaned, eyes clenching shut and face wrinkled as you bit back on a pathetic whine. All of a sudden, you jolted.

Ayato’s tongue had prodded at something deep inside you that made you melt into a puddle of arousal and shame. You unconsciously gripped his head tight with your thighs, messing up his perfect tidied hair. He had found your prostrate. And then he stopped, a gossamer thread of saliva connecting his lips to your hole as he retreated.

You couldn’t help but notice the shy mole that hid beneath his spit shiny lips — he was absolutely ethereal even with his messy and tousled hair. An unnatural pink flush decorated his fair and porcelain face and you realised that he was aroused.

By you.

The thick tension hung in the air as he silently gazed at you, the hunger in his amethyst eyes almost engulfing you on the spot like he was a man gone wild.

Shadows danced on his face as he meticulously removed his robes, still carrying himself with the same grace and dignity as if the air wasn’t imbued with the electric undercurrent of arousal and the fact that he had just tongue fucked you. He stood above you, full mast and you felt your breath get stolen away from you.

Ayato had a picture perfect physique, lean, almost like a statue carved out and had come to life. Your eyes immediately dove down to his abdomen, to be greeted with his cock, hard, already pressing against your rim, twitching invitingly. Both hands gripping your waist as he positioned himself.

“We will not stop now, (Name). Your pleas and cries will be unheard. This is a punishment.” He stared at you with an unyielding gaze, one that you were ready to challenge. “This is the lesson you must learn, the price of your rebellion,” he concluded. “One I accept.” You let out a hoarse giggle. His eyes darkened almost simultaneously as what seemed like another amused smile tugged at his lips before he let his actions speak for himself.

He did not give any mercy. Ruthlessly driving into your hips with a force like he wanted to merge into you, you felt his girth stretch and force your walls to mould into its shape. “Huh...?” Your mind went blank with pleasure, and for a while you couldn’t comprehend what happened. Your insides clenched down hard on his cock as slaps of skin punctuated the silent night air.

“Ah! Ggh- Aah! W-wait! Ungh —!” You slurred inaudibly as you felt your body rock to his merciless pace, your cock dribbling endless pre-cum uncontrollably. He promised your pleas and cries would be unheard and he served his promise, not even a single word could leave your raw throat. Only guttural whines and moans would escape your bitten lips as you fell into the throes of pleasure.

Alas, decisions were made and you could not regret what you said. Here you were, getting your deserved punishment in the form of a ruthless fucking.

Everything was too hot, too sticky and hummed with the sound of distant sobs, you groggily thought. Oh. Those were from you. Your skin was sticky with the sheen of sweat and cum and the futon beneath you was drenched. You felt unusually full, like something sloshing in your tummy. Your hole felt sore. And he wasn’t done. But you would never admit defeat….was the last thought that echoed in your muddled mind as you gave into the embrace of sleep.

“(Name)? Learnt your lesson now? Oh. The silly thief has admitted defeat.” He pushed back his sweat soaked hair as he glanced upon your slumbering form. Letting out a grunt, he pulled out of your red, swollen hole as semen immediately began dripping out your gaping rim. Humming an exasperated sigh, a fond expression appeared on his face as his lavender eyes crinkled into crescents as he gently ruffled your hair.

The little kitsune had fallen into his trap.

Sometime ago, Ayato had noticed his belongings going missing. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t deserve the title of Yashiro Commissioner. The thief clearly had no ill intent, but it became particularly vexing when he realized that the pair of gloves Ayaka had gifted him had mysteriously disappeared as well.

Then one day, by sheer coincidence, he noticed the little kitsune who had caught his eye more than once, wearing a familiar ribbon in their hair— his ribbon. And on their hands, the very gloves he had been missing. Amusement flickered in his usually composed gaze as everything clicked into place.

It seemed someone had developed quite the habit. But Ayato wasn’t the type to let such things go unaddressed. Oh no, if this little fox thought they could slip away unnoticed, they were sorely mistaken. Someone was in need of a lesson, and he would be more than happy to provide it.

So he plotted.

note: ajskskskk, I’m finally done 🙏 my first ask so I hope this was done well!

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force of nature

Qimir x male reader

1.3k words

Warning for inappropriate usage of the Force.

“Why’re you here?” You questioned into the Force, knowing the presence lingering in your mind would answer. You remember the first day you could feel him in your mind, feeling like a dark drop added to the pool of your thoughts. You always tried to keep your mind calm and clear, but it was difficult ever since he showed up. 

Alongside the chuckle he gave, you could feel his words dripping with intrigue, “I could ask you the same thing, could I not?”

You let out an angry sign through your nose, not only was he annoying, but he was also right. “It’s not like I invited you inside,” you answered. 

The man let out another laugh, “it sure did feel like you did,” his next words came out mockingly as you tried to pinpoint just who this man was, “here I am just trying to meditate.”

In your mind, you could see bits and pieces of the man: sleek dark hair and tan skin all bundled up in dark robes. You could feel the man looking at you as well, which led to learning just how dark his eyes were. You only had a short moment of eye contact before something was forcing you out. 

“Until next time,” the man said, his voice like a whisper in the back of your mind as your connection was broken. 

Your eyes opened with a gasp as his words echoed through your ears. Your body felt heavy and weighed down, though your body was suspended in the air during your time of intense meditation. You went back down to the flood slowly, as did other items that you accidentally lifted with the Force. 

You walked to your refresher on shaky legs, knowing that a bit of cold water to your face would help. You were nervous to look into the mirror, afraid that the man might be there on the other side.     

“Looking for me?” He questioned, his voice low and sultry. The water dripped from your face into the sink below as you felt the connection open back up, like the man was waiting for a response. 

It wasn’t as strong as whatever he did or used, but you put your own walls up, blocking the man out. You had other things to tend to. The last you got of him that day was a laugh as his presence washed over you one last time before it was gone. 

—

“What have you invited me in on?” He asked, startling you. 

Your mouth opens with a yell, “get out!” You hissed angrily aloud. Your hand tightens around the base of your cock, staving off your orgasm. You were not going to let him ruin it. 

“I’m nowhere near you,” he responds. It sounded crazy, but he almost sounded sad. “I could help out, you know,” he said, and you could hear the slow grin spread out over his words as he spoke. 

“I don’t need-” you bit your lip trying to keep the noise you wanted to let out when you felt the sensation of his Force signature run across your body. 

“It seems like it,” he says back, his voice sounding like it’s right by your ear, “you seem,” he pauses, “frustrated.”

“That’s because someone’s interrupting me,” you say aloud again, this time through gritted teeth. 

“Which is why I’m offering to help,” the voice says back as it travels from one ear to the next as he speaks. 

“I can take care of myself,” you say back as you give a slow stroke to your cock. 

“You don’t think this could be better?” The voice asks, low into your head. What you see next is images of tan hands caressing your body, callused as they glide across your skin. Though he wasn’t physically in the room with you, as the images flashed through your mind, you could feel exactly where they were. 

Your head fell back against the headboard of your bed as you saw images of the man between your spread legs. There was a force keeping your body in place, but you fought against it, wanting to look down to see if the image of who the man was would come through in your mind. 

Out of your control, your legs spread to make space for the feeling of the man between them. “What do you see?” He asked.

You had to concentrate through all of the sensations you were feeling and all of the things you were seeing, but you eventually found your voice to respond, “you,” you whispered. 

“What do you feel?” The man asked, his presence now behind you. 

It was like an out of body experience as you saw in your mind the man behind you in bed. Your back was on his broad chest, one of his arms wrapped around your chest, right against the skin atop your beating heart, while the other was between your legs. 

“You,” you repeated. 

You knew that it wasn’t actually his hand between your legs, but as you stroked your cock, so did the man in your brain. You could hear his breaths in your ear as his hand slid along your cock at a perfect pace. His breathing became heavy as the hand around your cock went faster, and you swore you could feel the warmth of it at your neck. 

“I’m going to find you,” he said, his voice full of promise, “I need to find you,” the man said as he sent the image of his body laid out similar to your own. You could see his hand glide along his slick cock, the picture of it already seared into your mind. “I’ll teach you everything I know. I’ll give you everything.” 

You came with a loud moan as your cock shot ropes of cum across your chest. The euphoria you felt hit once more seconds later as the man came, sending the sensation through the open connection. 

It was nearly too much to feel as if you were being hit by another orgasm, but the feeling soon mellowed out. You were both left panting, the sound syncing up through the connection as you both came down. 

“That was better, I will admit,” you said to the man through the Force. The edges of your connection went warm as you heard the man’s laughter.

“There will only be more good to come,” he responded, a darkness to the edge of his words. 

The connection went dark after that, leaving his words echoing through your brain. 

—

“I didn’t realize I would have company,” you say out loud as your wet hands ran over your body, rubbing soap all over your skin. The lake you stood in was cold, but your body was soon coming accustomed to the chill. Perhaps it was due to the man’s warmth you felt as the connection opened back up. 

“I couldn’t resist,” the man says with a chuckle. 

“Is that what you use your abilities for? To tell when I’m naked?”

“It’s not all that I use it for,” he responds. 

“I’m in no need of help,” you say when you feel his Force signature on your skin. Maybe with your back you did, but you weren’t going to tell the man that. 

You meant the words as a joke and for the man to not take them seriously, but after you said the words, he had gone quiet. 

“Did I bore you?”

You didn’t think you did. It was only a few days since your last encounter, so if you had truly bored him, he likely wouldn’t have returned as soon as he had. 

When he answered your question, his voice sounded closer than it had been thus far, “I told you I would find you,” he said before the connection once again went dark. 

It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together: that he had been using his powers to observe the environment around you and pinpoint the planet you were on. He now knew your exact location. 

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Northern Winds and Island Tears (Part 5)

A/n: Fifth part of a longer series based on House of the Dragon. 19.5k~ words (Sorry! I wanted to post this yesterday but i needed to proofread it first.) Warnings: NSFW MDNI (bottom male omega reader x alpha top Jacaerys Velaryon), Smut, Dubcon(?)(Reader has a wet dream, jacaerys helps them/Reader is buzzed from wine, and initiates with Jacaerys), A/B/O dynamics (reader is an omega, Jacaerys Velaryon is an alpha), Targcest (reader is the first born son of Alicent and Viserys.), mentions of death, internalized homophobia(?), implied homophobic society(?), violence, mentions of blood, description of illness and death. Sorry if I missed anything! ps: text that looks like *"this" is being spoken in High Valyrian. Find Part 4 Here

The flight is brisk as you’re feeling the bitter chill of the northern air for the first time. “Gods if this is how cold it is in The Vale, I wonder how cold it’ll be in Winterfell…” You think to yourself. You’re pulled from your thoughts as you stare in awe at the labyrinth like mountains that guard The Vale. It’s no wonder why the only people to successfully invade and attack The Vale was Aegon the Conqueror and his sister wives. These natural walls stifle and impede the movement of an army, but do nothing to stop the dragons that fly above. *“Down Syndorax.” You command, your dragon flies in circles until it can land gracefully in the courtyard. The garrison of the Eyrie approach swords drawn. “State your business.” They demand, as they watch you dismount your dragon with bated breath. He begins to snarl until you turn and put a hand on his nose. He calms and lays his head down, still keeping a watchful eye on you and the strange men. “I am Prince (Y/n) Targaryen. I come as an envoy with a message from Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, for Lady Jeyne Arryn.” You speak loudly as the men begin to sheath their swords. “Very well, with me my prince.” The man gruffly says. The garrison takes you to High Hall. It is a long and haughty hall, with walls made of white marble with blue lines trickled in. It’s decorated with slim pillars with groves, and a blue carpet. At the end of it sit two thrones carved of weirwood, one of which Lady Jeyne sits in.

“Prince (Y/n) Targaryen.” The guard announces as you enter. “Prince (Y/n) to what do I owe the displeasure of your presence?” She arrogantly asks, swirling the wine in her chalice. She doesn’t meet your gaze, acting disinterested in this meeting. She’s an alpha, an unmated one at that, judging from her rainforest and mud scented pheromones alone. You ignore her obvious provocation, and remember to stick to your original goal. “My Lady I come bearing a message from Her Grace, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.” You speak. “From the Queen?” She questions confused. She had burned the missive sent from King’s Landing, and assumed that with no response the usurper king sent you. “Yes my lady, from the Queen.” You affirm. “Aegon Targaryen was crowned and ascended the throne, do you deny this?” She badgers still unsure and untrusting. “Yes he was, I do not deny it. The Hightowers may dress a pig in armor, adorn it with a white cloak, and put a sword in its mouth, that does not make the pig a knight of the Kingsguard.” You derisively respond. She smiles and chuckles to herself. “Very well. Bring me the missive.” She requests. You hand the scroll to the guard, who brings it to her quickly. She unfurls it and reads its contents intently before finally looking up to you and meeting your gaze. “Thrice have mine own kin sought to replace me. My cousin Ser Arnold is wont to say that women are too soft to rule. I have him in one of my sky cells, if you would like to ask him.” She speaks out loud. “A horrible thing. Men attempting to take what belongs to their liege simply because they are women. A cock alone does not make a good ruler.” You answer in kind. “No it does not.” She agrees. “What of Prince Daemon Targaryen? Do you trust him?” She questions intently. “I do. Though ambitious he is, and perhaps overreaching at times, he holds Rhaenyra’s best interest at heart.” You answer, hoping you’ve said the correct thing. “Your Prince Daemon used his first wife most cruelly.” She says pausing. “I cannot speak to what I haven’t seen. However the Lady Rhea Royce deserved better, I pray the gods give her peace.” You say, having heard the rumors that Daemon killed her and spoke poorly of his first wife. Alleging that the men of The Vale would rather lie with the livestock they own, than their own wives. “I too pray that she’s found peace.” She agrees sadly. Like there’s something more underneath the surface. “Notwithstanding your sister’s poor taste in consorts, she remains our rightful Queen, and mine own blood besides, an Arryn on her mother’s side. In this world of men, we women must band together. The Vale and its knights shall stand with her, if Her Grace will grant me one request.” She speaks keeping faith and honoring her father’s earlier vows. “Thank you my Lady. What are you in need of?” You question. “Dragons. I have no fear of armies. Many and more have broken themselves against my Bloody Gate, and the Eyrie is known to be impregnable. But you have descended on us from the sky, as Queen Visenya once did during the Conquest, and I was powerless to halt you. I mislike feeling powerless. Send me dragonriders.” She passionately requests. “As you wish my Lady, Her Grace will send a dragon.” You say bowing. Jeyne descends from her throne, calling forth the knights in her service. “We pledge our swords and banners in service to our rightful Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen.” She projects as she kneels before you. She looks to her knights and they too follow suit bending the knee. “You honor me my lady. The Queen will respond in kind, expect a dragon shortly.” You affirm. The proposal is drawn up and signed, you take the scroll and are escorted out to your dragon by Jeyne and her guards. *”Fly Syndorax.” You command, your dragon takes a running start falling from the Eyrie, before beating its wings and taking to the sky once again. The winds blow north, as do you.

Lucerys descends on Highgarden, having flown far west quickly from Dragonstone. The castle is an impressive size and made up of white stone, with lush gardens and an array of hedge mazes. Arrax roars as he circles lower and lower to the ground. “State your business here!” the guards yell as they aim their spears and crossbows at the Prince. “I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon. I have a message from the Queen, for Lady Dorea Tyrell.” Lucerys yells. He notices the men shaking and jittery as they adjust their grips. Their shaken state becomes worse as Arrax lets loose another roar of indignant anger at the men pointing their weapons towards his rider. “I come as an envoy! Not as a warrior, I will not fight you.” He affirms hoping his declaration of peace will assuage their fears. He turns to his dragon and calms him enough that he lays his head down. The men shift and seem to swallow hard before putting their weapons down. “Very well. Follow me my prince.” One of the guard says. Lucerys approaches and the men surround him as they lead him through the halls of Highgarden. The interior of the castle matches the outside, made of white stone, with green intricacies littered about. The main hall is even more resplendent with the beautiful flowers and tell tale roses that adorn the walls. “The Prince Lucerys Velaryon.” The guard announces to his liege lady. “Prince Lucerys, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Dorea asks, as she cradles her babe. “My Lady, I come with a message from the Queen.” Lucerys says as he holds it out for the guard to take to Dorea. The guard quickly takes it from Lucerys and hands it to her. She unfurls the missive and reads its contents. “The Queen seeks to remind me of the oath Lyonel’s father made?” Dorea questions as she looks confused at Lucerys. “Yes my lady. Lord Matthos Tyrell, swore an oath of fealty to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen in her youth before the Iron Throne.” Lucerys affirmed. “He did. But he is dead, and I must think of my son.” Dorea states. “More prudent then to declare for my mother, the Queen, she will sit the throne and will remember those who raised her banner.” Lucerys responds. “Are you all knowing my prince? The Greens command Vhagar, the largest dragon alive. How will the Queen overcome that threat?” Dorea inquires. “We hope to amass an army large enough that the Hightowers relinquish the throne before we need turn our dragons to war.” Lucerys says withering.

He could mention you and your dragon have declared for Rhaenyra, and your dragon grows larger everyday. But your words reply in his mind, your presence will change the tide of battle should it come to war. “You hope.” Dorea repeats, chuckling mirthlessly. “I cannot act on hope alone. Hope did not save my husband, nor will it save my child and I.” Dorea plainly says. “No matter who I declare for half of my vassals will rise up against me. They will cannibalize each other and if the side I chose against remains, they will consume me and my son.” Dorea elaborates. “War still looms on the horizon, it is not here. Yet. As of now we seek allies so that we might take the throne back without bloodshed.” Lucerys tries to say convincingly. “Be that as it may, war has already found its way to my domain.” Dorea huffs out. “I understand your frustration, but allying yourself with Aegon will result in the extinguishment of your line.“ Lucerys says harshly. “And now you take to threatening me princeling?” Dorea says incredulously with anger. “No my lady.” Lucerys begins trying to backtrack and explain himself. “Aegon will fall. And for his treachery, he will reside in chains for the rest of his life, or he will hang. Traitors will be allowed to surrender, swear their oaths anew when the Queen takes the Iron Throne, and send their children to be raised in the Red Keep. But think further than that, when my mother’s army reaches here, what do you think the lords that declared for her will do?” Lucerys asks. “They will sell you out for your inaction or worse, inform her of your declaration for Aegon.” Lucerys speaks, imploring her to think of the consequences at large, and to think of her house and future. The insinuations have Dorea red in the face as she fight the urge to lose her temper. She has been weighing her options and now it seems to be more to her benefit to declare for no one. “Fly home princeling. Tell Her Grace I will not partake in her war.” Dorea says dismissing Lucerys. “My lady. I beg you reconsider.” Lucerys begs. “I will not declare for her, nor will I declare for Aegon. Highgarden will remain neutral.” Dorea asserts ignoring Lucerys’s protests, as she stands from her seat. Before she can have her guards escort Lucerys out they barge into the hall. “My Lady, we have a raven with urgent news from Dragonstone.” One of her guards says approaching with the letter. She reads the missive, gasping and covering her mouth as she turns to Lucerys with heartache in her eyes. He furrows his brow in confusion, watching as she approaches him. She hands him the parchment and watches with sympathy and empathy, as it was not that long ago she received a raven telling her of her husband’s death, as he reads it. Lucerys runs out of the hall and rushes to his dragon, recklessly strapping himself in, having Arrax quickly take off. He pulls the leads west, to Dragonstone.

“I can hardly wait to taste bear meat, my lord. The hunt was thrilling!” Jacaerys beams as he’s lead through the halls of Winterfell. “Please Jace, I must insist you address me as Cregane. Enough of that my lord and my prince grandstanding.” Cregane playfully begs. The Lord of Winterfell, an alpha, and a young man at only five and twenty years of age. His hair dark brown, long and wild, occasionally braided, with a beard and mustache befitting a northerner. He was taller than Jacaerys at six feet and six inches, and built like a bear, his scent of fresh snowfall and maplewood. Jacaerys has been in the north for two days and has already won over the heart of its Lord. “Very well, Cregane.” Jacaerys says laughing Cregane immediately brightens up at the informal address. “I’m elated you’ve enjoyed yourself Jace, there is more I wish to show you whilst you are here.” Cregane says. “I look forward to it.” Jacaerys affirms. The two continue to walk to the room he’s been staying in. They both enter but Jacaerys briefly stops at the window and looks out it longingly. His eyes brighten and his lips curl into a smile. “Have you seen something Jace?” Cregane questions, looking out the same window hoping to spy whatever it is that has Jacaerys so happy. “My mate is on his way.” Jacaerys says happily. “Your mate?” Cregane questions with an eyebrow raised, looking out the window trying to spy the dragon he assumes Jacaerys has seen. “Yes, my mate.” Jacaerys lovingly affirms. “You hadn’t mentioned having a mate earlier.” Cregane says ribbing him, turning away from the window as he couldn’t find hide nor scale of a dragon in the sky. “My love, Prince (Y/n)…I adore him. He has the most lovely violet eyes and the softest silver-gold hair. His skin even softer and luscious. Even now his scent calls to me. You would adore him, Cregane.” Jacaerys says longingly, as he reminisces. “How are you so certain he makes his way here?” Cregane questions entertaining Jacaerys. “I don’t know, I can simply feel it.” Jacaerys says sighing softly, putting his hand against the window. “Very well, I do not know if he’ll have the stomach for it…” Creagane says pausing hoping he hasn’t offended. “but I wish for you to see the Wall, Jace. I believe it to be of the utmost importance, especially for one who will sit the Iron Throne.” Cregane says as Jacaerys turns from the window to face him. “As do I Cregane, but it must wait until the morrow. My mate is on his way, and I will wait for him.” He responds. “As you wish Jace. You sing him praises so highly and sweetly, I can hardly wait to meet him.” Cregane says with rapt enthusiasm. He catches Jacaerys pulling his shirt to his nose and noting the odor that now clings to him. He’s sweaty and musky from the hunt, having sweated through several of his layers in the excitement. He’s sure the omegas in service here at Winterfell must’ve had a hard time with his scent so concentrated. “The maids will be here soon with hot water so that you may freshen up.” Cregane says stifling his laughter as he leaves closing the door and leaving Jacaerys a bit embarrassed at being caught.

Jacaerys wonders how Lucerys and Joffrey are faring with their messages. He hopes they have as much success as he’s had. He doesn’t worry about you, he knows you’ve secured the support of the Vale already. With your wit, or with your alluring presence he doesn’t know and it matters not. How else could you already be heading to join him here? Jacaerys pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket, putting the garment to his nose and inhales deeply, taking in what little scent of yours remains on it. A little gift from you to him, one you thought he may need to keep his head about him. Gods above, it hasn’t even been more than a few days since you all departed from Dragonstone but he misses you deeply already. A knock at his chamber door pulls him from this thoughts. “Enter.” He says. “My prince we’ve brought the hot water.” A maid says bowing. “Thank you, you may leave it in the restroom. I can do the rest myself.” Jacaerys responds. She bows and does as the prince instructed. When she leaves Jacaerys strips down and slowly lets his body enter the steaming water. He leans back resting his head on the edge of the tub. Letting the warm water wash away the tension and stress from his body. His mind wanders to you again, he knows you’ll be here with him shortly, but he can’t help it.

What started as sweet and innocent, soon devolves into debauchery as he begins to loosely grip his prick, moving his hand in languid strokes. He pictures your flushed face as he’s balls deep inside you. His hand grips his hardening cock and begins to stroke it with a bit more speed and a harder grip. Your wanton moans reply on loop as though it’s his favorite music. The sweet desperate sounds you make, have his head feeling hazy and bring him so close to that delicious release he craves. He’s right at the edge and…nothing. He doubles his efforts in vain, picturing your fucked out face, tightening his grip to almost vice like levels trying to match the way your hole clenches on his length in its entirety, while his other hand grips his glans. All for nothing as his release feels impossibly close and so far beyond his reach. His hand doesn’t, can’t compete with you in any capacity. Your hands are smaller than his and softer too, he can’t emulate the way you clench around his girth, and how you bore down on him with all your weight desperate and needy for him. Nor do the sweet mewls and whimpers he imagines do justice to real ones he pulls from your mouth. His imagination pales and feels oh so fake compared to the real life thing. He sighs deeply, angrily splashing the water. He finishes his bath ignoring the ache between his legs. He gets out of the tub, drying himself off and changes into his sleepwear, laying in bed impossibly hard, cursing himself for even trying to get off on his own.

The morrow comes quicker than he thought as his eyes flutter open. He sits up in bed stretching as he hears Vermax start to get restless. A familiar roar gets him shooting out of bed, trying his hardest to throw on his garments as quickly as he can, so he can be the first one out to greet you. “I am Prince (Y/n) Targaryen. I’ve come to join Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.” You announce to the guards receiving you. They shake and tremble in the presence of your dragon, his size now surely overcomes Meleys’s. They seem to struggle to get their wits back, as your dragon huffs, little plumes of smoke erupting from his snout. They don’t even get a chance to announce or explain your presence to their lord as Jacaerys rushes past them. “My love, it’s been ages. You were successful I take it?” He asks extending a hand to help you off your dragon. “Yes, Rhaenyra was right, the Vale did not turn cloak on its own kin.” You say proudly taking his hand, and stepping off your dragon. “I missed you greatly.” He says giving you a bear hug. “It’s been but a few days.” You chirp enjoying the attention you’re getting as he lathers his scent all over you. “And those days were entirely too much time apart.” He responds pouting. “How have you faired here?” You ask scenting him back. “I’m sure I’ve secured Winterfell, but we’re still in talks. With you and your dragon here we might reach the end sooner than late.” He whispers leaning in his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Lord Cregane Stark.” The guard announces as the Wolf of Winterfell approaches. “Prince (Y/n) this is Lord Cregane Stark.” Jacaerys says introducing you. “A pleasure, my lord.” You say reaching your hand out to shake his. Cregane freeze as he finally sees you and is able to put a face to the name. You’re enchanting, your face surely made with love and care only the gods above could make. Your violet eyes rival even the clearest and prettiest amethyst, you are absolutely the blood of the dragon, pulled straight out of Old Valyria. He completely understands why Jacaerys is so taken with you. The Stark drops to one knee and takes your hand, placing a kiss to the back of it. “The pleasure is all mine I assure you.” He roughly says. You pull your hand back flustered, clinging to Jacaerys even harder than before. “An omega as lovely as you, deserves more than a handshake.” He says serious, although with a hint of jest, defending himself. Jacaerys only laughs, not feeling even a hint of jealousy. He’s known Cregane but for a few days and yet he’s found a kindred spirit in his new friend. Though they had just met, in the days they spent together they drank together, hunted together, and swore an oath of brotherhood sealed in blood. “Enough teasing Cregane.” Jacaerys happily said. Cregane nodded, raising his hands in defeat. “I believe the Wall can wait another day. Jace, I’m sure Prince (Y/n) must tired and famished. It is not a short ride from The Vale to here, even on dragonback.” Cregane states though it sounds like a question. “I wouldn’t want to impose, if you’ve plans for the day already I will follow along.” You say not wanting to throw off Cregane’s day. “Nonsense my prince. We recently hunted, and the meat is still fresh.” Cregane insists, turning to his squire. “Randyll, have the maids prepare for a feast for today.” Cregane commands, the boy nods and makes his way to the kitchen to relay his lord’s command. “I have things to attend to, Jace why don’t you show your mate to his room?” Cregane requests as he walks away to attend to his duties. “Very well, come find us when you’re free.” Jacaerys says to Cregane before turning to you.

“Well, shall we?” He says extending his arm. “Let’s.” You smile wrapping your arm around his. The halls of the castle are warm to the touch despite the howling winds outside. “This is impressive. I can feel warmth through the wall, It’s an architectural wonder.” You say out loud marveling it. “Cregane said his ancestor Bran the Builder had the foresight to build it over a natural hot spring, and pipe the water through the walls.” Jacaerys reveals. “Their keep must be one of the warmer, if not warmest, ones once winter comes.” You say with wonder. Jacaerys leads you through the rest of Winterfell, taking you directly to his chamber. He holds the door open for you and you immediately head over to his bed and throw yourself atop it, inhaling his scent deeply. It really has been far too long since you two have seen each other. “How scandalous an unmated omega and alpha sharing a room together~” Jacaerys says with a fake gasp, really leaning into the theatrics with a hand over his mouth. “Unmated? You wound me.” You say pouting. “Though since you claim we are unmated perhaps I should give the Lord of Winterfell a taste.” You sultrily say. “What?! You can’t! I am your mate!” Jacaerys protests, looking sad, like a kicked puppy. He can tease you, but he can’t take it. You laugh and gesture for him to come to you with a finger. He climbs into bed, taking his spot right next to you. He grabs you and positions you so that your head lays against his chest. The small content rumble emanating from your chest makes Jacaerys purr with happiness. “I missed you.” You whisper. Jacaerys lips curl into a half smile, he kisses your forehead. “I missed you as well.” He says responding in kind to your hidden declaration. Your eyelids grow heavy, as you become even more comfortable in his embrace. “Are you tired my *my little dragon?” Jacaerys asks with amusement watching you struggle to stay awake. “Perhaps a bit. Cregane was right the flight took longer than I expected.” You manage to get out through your yawn. “I’ll wake you for dinner.” Jacaerys whispers as he adjusts getting ready to stay still for the next few hours or join you in your nap. You absentmindedly nod as your eyes close and you drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Jacaerys didn’t join you in your siesta yet, he stayed awake content to just watch your peaceful expression. The way your chest expands and settles against his side, the way you smile and purr when he pumps out more of his pheromones. Just as he’s about to fall asleep with you, his eyes shoot open. A moan, so delectable, so soft and needy, falls from your mouth. He can feel you stiffening against his leg, as whimpers and gasps fall from your mouth. He can feel his own cock responding to your scent as it becomes even sweeter and more concentrated. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t want to wake you and yet he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to withstand this. “Jace~ right there~!” You softly mewl, rutting your cock against his thigh. Still so blissfully unaware, still asleep, despite the storm you’re brewing underneath your mate’s pants. Jacaerys is already struggling to hold onto the grip he has over himself, it’s ripped from his hands as he can smell the slick that trickles out of you. “You need this just as bad I do…” He thinks to himself. He gingerly moves you to the center of the bed, hoping you don’t wake up. You stir a bit in your sleep but ultimately he didn’t wake you. “Jace~ please hurry~” you wantonly beg, through sleepy mumbles, hips still bucking forward for any friction you can get. Jacaerys wonders what dreams your pretty little head has concocted that has you writhing around underneath him like this. Impossibly hard, and leaking slick. Jacaerys slowly unbuttons your shirt, revealing your pristine neck and skin. The last time he claimed you he littered your body with mottled skin and bite marks, it’s a shame they’ve almost faded. He begins to mouth at your neck, licking stripe after stripe. Nibbling on your earlobe and nipping at your scent gland. He moves his head lower leaving a trail of kisses and gooseflesh as he moves to your chest. He sucks and pinches at your sensitive nipples, greatly enjoying the way you arch your back and moan so sweetly. He pulls back to inspect his work, your nipples have swollen a bit and flushed red with the amount of blood that’s rushing through your veins. Jacaerys scent increases in concentration as he gives in to his desires, as he tries to unbutton your pants. You finally stir awake, fluttering your eyes open watching Jacaerys desperately fumble with the buttons on your pants.

“Do you need some help my love?” You sultrily say, causing him to freeze. You sit up and begin to kiss his neck, sucking on his scent gland and leaving a hickie. “Nggh~ I’m sorry I didn’t want to wake you. I-“”Shhh, you’re my alpha are you not? You needed some relief. Please take it.” You interrupt him kissing him deeply sliding your tongue into his mouth. “Mhmm mhmm” Jacaerys whines as he sucks on your tongue and establishes his dominance. The two of your tongues coil and rub against each other, Jacaerys could get addicted to the taste of your lips. Without stopping his kisses, he slips his hand into to your underwear and circles your hole with his fingers. You gasp and lower your hips at the sensation, trying to get him in deeper. His free hand forces your hips to the bed, stilling your lewd behavior. “Jace-“ You groan and stutter, as you finally feel his thick fingers breach your warmth. You try to close your legs, but Jacaerys pushes you down on to your back and puts both your legs onto his shoulders. “Mmmmffph fuck!” You mewl as his fingers reach deeper and begin to assault your prostate. The two of you are so consumed in each other, so distracted, you didn’t hear the door to Jacaerys chambers open. Cregane sauntered in, and sat down watching the fornication unfold before him.

“How does that feel?” Jacaerys coos scissoring his fingers, stretching your rim, and adding another. “So good! So so-“ Your words break with a high pitched moan as Jacaerys thrusts his fingers into you harshly. He laughs as tears fill your waterline, leaning down to kiss the tears that fall. “Hold onto me.” He demands, though it sounds far too sweet. You lace your arms around his neck and he lifts you up to straddle him. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, show me how much you want- no. How badly you need this.” Jacaerys sultrily says, you close your eyes and lift your hips before dropping them down, burying his three digits to the knuckle. “Fuck!” You cry out as his fingers probe deeply into you. His other hand goes to your hip to guide your movements. “You’re not going to get my knot with this languid pace. Get on with it, up and down *my little dragon.” Jacaerys whispers, enjoying how tightly you clench around his fingers. You rest your head on his shoulder, and double your pace on his fingers, trying in earnest to earn his cock. Eyes still clenched shut as you focus on the heat pooling in your gut. Another scent begins to invade your nostrils, it’s not unpleasant but it pulls your focus from Jacaerys. You slowly open your eyes and the moment they focus on the interloper, they shoot open. “Cregane?!” You almost yell in surprise, closing your legs around Jacaerys waist, trying to cover your modesty. Jacaerys turns around in bed, also in shock that Cregane is here in his room. “What is the meaning of this?” He asks with a nervous laughter. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m simply, enjoying the show.” Cregane responds, leaning back. True to his word, he hasn’t been playing with his dick, despite the obvious tent and wet spot on his garments. Jacaerys’s pants grow tighter at the thought of someone watching him claim you. “I must confer with my mate.” Jacaerys begins. “If he does not find this agreeable, I must ask that you leave.” He says strongly before turning to whisper to you. *“My love, would you like to give him a show?” Jacaerys asks. He smiles when he feels you clench again around his fingers. *“Uhm- uh-“ You pant out. *“Very well. What would you have him do? Would he just sit there?” You ask. Obviously you’re excited at the prospect of being watched, but would he truly be content to just sit there? *“You’re mine, this hole” he punctuates his word with another thrust of his fingers. *“is mine. But if it pleases you, he may touch this” He huskily says gripping your cock. *“Or these~” He whispers pointing to your chest. You bit your lip and nod, you need Jacaerys badly, all the teasing has fogged your head, you can’t stop here and now. Jacaerys smiles, before looking to Cregane.

“You may do more than watch. Just wait patiently.” Jacaerys says to Cregane, who brightens up at the proposal. Jacaerys pulls out his thoroughly soaked fingers, and motions for Cregane to approach. “You may taste him.” Jacaerys says putting the wet digits to Cregane’s mouth. Cregane takes them into to his mouth hungrily devouring the slick coating them. His tongue dances between each finger, bobbing his head lower till they reach the back of his throat. He pulls off of Jacaerys’s fingers with a pop. “Your mate tastes divine, even better than he looks.” He says with desire. Jacaerys hums in agreement and turns you around, you still sit on his lap, but now your cock and chest are exposed to Cregane. You blush harder as his eyes seem to consume you whole. Jacaerys pushes his pants and underwear down. His large alpha cock springs free, catching on your rim. “I want you to ride me. Show our new friend here, that you’re mine.” Jacaerys gruffly says into your ear, before turning to look Cregane in his eyes. You reach down and grab his dick, lining it up with your hole. You slowly push back on it, letting his girth and length stretch you. Inch by inch the burn slowly dissipates as his cock finally breaches you whole. “Mmmfph nggh~ you’re so big…” you wantonly mewl as your hips lift you up slowly and drop you down harder, boring all your weight down on his cock. “Ngggh just like that, you’re such a good boy. Fuck-! taking my cock like a champion.” Jacaerys groans out. You notice Cregane hasn’t joined yet, he stares hungrily, impatiently. You grab his hands. “You may touch me here…” you whimper as you wrap his large warm hand around your cock. “and here.” You moan as you place his other hand on your chest. Cregane wolfishly smiles, pinching and twisting your nipple. His other hand frees his dick, letting out his girthy ten inch cock. He lines it up against yours and wraps his hand around both of your pricks. He strokes the two of you as your pace becomes erratic and you shake and tremble from all the sensation.

“Come on princling. You can do better than that can’t you?” Cregane says teasingly. You squeeze down hard on Jacaerys, feeling his knot slowly start to swell. “Oh fuck~ Cregane don’t tease him like that. Fuck-“ Jacaerys manages to get out before biting his fist, to keep from spilling inside you. “I almost came. I can’t leave my mate unsatisfied.” He pants out as he begins to match your pace with his harsh thrusts. You start to get teary eyed again from the stimulation your body is under, your hips stutter once more. Jacaerys with a firm slap to your ass gets you back into gear. “Mmmfph!” You groan out from the pain and pleasure. “I know what type of omega your little prince is.” Cregane says with a laugh. “He’s the type that needs to be taken care of. He’s eager to please, but he needs to be taken like a whore.” Cregane says, his hand begins stroking the two of you even faster. “Taken so deeply. Reminded that he isn’t in control here.” Cregane laughs, as you flush bright red, even more turned on than before. Jacaerys laughs with him, but he already knew that, he knows you like the back of his hand. The way he makes love to you is exactly how you want it, and how he fucks you is exactly how you need it. He can feel your insides quiver as you get closer and closer to the edge. With both hands he grips your hips and begins to thrust into you harder than before. Pulling you back when he pulls out half way, and holding you still when he drives deeply into you. “Mmmfuck! I’m close!” You whine and sniffle, tears falling, as you dip into overstimulation. Jacaerys tilts your head back, seemingly entranced with your fucked out face, and begins to kiss you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. He swallows every pretty and desperate noise you make. Cregane beings to thrust into his hand against your dick, as it throbs. Your little moans that manage to escape bring him closer to climax. Cregane rolls your nipple between his fingers and pinches harshly as he comes undone. It’s enough for you to finally blow your load, whorishly moaning as you coat his hand and cock in your seed. He brings his hand to his mouth and greedily consumes the mixture. Savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He pants from the sheer intensity of his release, before dropping to his knees and taking you into his mouth. Eager to leave you clean, and if he’s lucky have you spill your dragonseed right on his tongue. “Nggh~! Oh fuck!” You whine and moan, as you thrust your hips forwards into Cregane’s mouth and push back impaling yourself on Jacaerys cock.

“Fuck! Gods above just like that!” Jacaerys moans as he pulls you back and forth on his cock harshly. He thrusts forward with all his might, his tip kissing your abused prostate, and stills. His knot fully inflates and he spills his seed inside of you. He rocks his hips dragging out his high, and brings you closer to yours again as his knot sits snuggly against your prostate. “You can take more, can’t you?” Jacaerys coos into your ear, deriving so much enjoyment from your debauched state. “No~ I caANH- I can’t!” You groan out from the pleasure. The combination of being blown by the Wolf of the North, Jacaerys’s knot, and his alpha seed inside of you are enough to bring you over the edge again. You clench around Jacaerys’s knot milking every last drop out of him, as you buck your hips forward spilling your seed on Cregane’s tongue. He savors the taste of sweet fruit wine and honey that graces his pallet. But he doesn’t stop sucking eager and greedy to get you to cum again. You whine and weakly attempt to push Cregane off of you, but Jacaerys quickly restraints your arms and turns your head to continue to dominate your mouth. Cregane continues to mouth your soft cock, feeling it harden again, as Jacaerys continues to rut his hips forward. Your body twitches with every ministration from the men around you. They seem hell bent on having you pass out from the pleasure. Despite the burn from overstimulation you begin to move your hips again in earnest chasing that release. Jacaerys pulls back as far as he can with his knot still tying you two together before strongly driving forward meeting your hips. His knot abuses your prostate as Cregane eagerly laps at and milks your cock. Jacaerys continues his thrusts, biting your shoulder to ground himself as his knot pulses again, shooting another load into your warm hole, painting the gummy walls white. “N-No more~ Ahn nggghhh~!” You whine as your body begins to twitch more and more. Jacaerys smiles softly at you, and takes pity, he stops moving despite his knot still throbbing as it shoots more of his virile seed into your willing hole. You throw your head back, eyes full of tears from the overstimulation, as Jacaerys hasn’t let go of your hands and Cregane keeps sucking. Jacaerys takes in your tear streaked visage, the way your lips glisten and tremble, and the way your eyes are caught halfway between don’t and stop. His eyes are full of lust and desire as he leans down and forces his tongue down your throat. You weakly kiss him back, shutting your eyes closed as you feel that coil twist and twist. “Go on. Cum for me.” Jacaerys coos, before leaning in again to kiss you. All the stimulation and husky voice in your ear finally bringing you over the edge again. You come with a shout that ebbs away into weak whines and mewls. Your cock pathetically dribbles out another load that Cregane eagerly swallows. You gasp harshly, as Cregane pulls off your softening cock with a harsh suck, having thoroughly enjoyed your taste. You all pant slowly trying to catch your breaths.

Jacaerys pulls a blanket to cover your naked form, having satisfied his curiosity. Though exhilarating it was, he enjoys keeping this part of you to himself. Jacaerys looks at your blissed out expression and half lidded eyes, skin shining from sweat and afterglow. You limply rest the back of your head on Jacaerys shoulder, panting hard, trying to catch your breath. “You did incredibly well for me and for our friend.” He whispers sweetly kissing your temple. “Your little prince can certainly handle more than I expected.” Cergane says praising you. You softly smile as your eyes drift closed again, falling asleep on him. “So Cregane, what brought you here?” Jacaerys ask, turning his attention back to the other alpha now sitting across from them. “I finished my duties for the day, and passed off what I could to my squire. I had hoped to take the two of you on a tour of Winterfell or perhaps into the Winter Town, since this is your first visit this far north.” Cregane elaborates, he leans down resting his elbow on his leg, and resting his head on his fist. “Imagine my surprise when I could smell his arousal from mine own quarters.” Cregane playfully says. Though Cregane did almost lost control of himself, realizing how strong your pheromones were, it was only thanks to Jacaerys own pheromones that he was able to keep his wits about him. He can’t begin to imagine how intoxicating your scent is when you’re in heat. Jacaerys shifts, tapping his fingers against the bedding. He shrinks he hadn’t thought about how strong his and your pheromones would become. Nor did he consider how alluring your pheromones would be to other alphas, he hadn’t marked you yet and as such others could still smell you. “Do not fret, I took great care in making sure any and all unmated alphas and omegas did not stroll past this hall.” He assures Jacaerys. Jacaerys takes a breath of relief, having not done anything unbecoming of a prince or brought you dishonor. “The feast is in a few hours, the cooks are still preparing everything. Rest easy for now. I will return when everything is ready.” Cregane says, standing and getting ready to leave. “Cregane, before you go, might you be able to send a maid for water? I’m sure my mate would like to freshen up before the festivities.” Jacaerys requests sweetly, their bond taken to a deeper level. “Aye Jace, I’ll send one now, but will he be awake?” Cregane says concerned. “If he isn’t I’ll clean him myself.” Jacaerys says lovingly, as he wraps his arms around you to gently lay the two of you down. “As you wish.” Cregane says leaving the princes to recover.

Jacaerys lovingly caresses your sleeping form, brushing your hair out of your face. He’s so incredibly happy you belong to him and vice versa. He use to dream of times like these, prayed nightly for them even. The maids came and went, leaving Jacaerys to pull himself out of you and carry you to the tub. Carefully scrubbing every inch of you, drying you softly, and dressing you, before laying you back down gently. When he’s done with you he goes and washes himself, content and satisfied. Well mostly satisfied, his alpha instincts keep rearing their head asking why he hasn’t claimed you yet. The bond the two of you have been building is strong but feels fleeting in comparison to the more permanent marks you could put on each other. He wants it as well, and he thinks you do too, so why hesitate? It makes him feel like you think he’s not an adequate alpha at best and at worst he fears you harbor the same thoughts your brothers do. That you refuse to let him claim you because you think he’s a high born bastard. The thought terrifies him, he’s so deeply in love with you, the mere thought that you’re using him breaks his heart. His scent sours but he quickly waves it away hoping it doesn’t reach you and disturb your sleep. He knows he’s being ridiculous, you’ve never hidden how you felt, especially not about him. But he can’t help it, sometimes he catches himself looking at you and wonder what you see in him. Much in the same way you use to look at him wonder what he saw in you. He sits on the bed, drying off and stares at you again. “If only I could see myself through your eyes…” He thinks sadly. That would certainly calm his fears. Do you see him as Jacaerys Velaryon or Jacaerys Strong? Do you think him a capable alpha and lover, or just a temporary stand-in? He places a hand on your cheek longingly. “Even if I am as your brothers say…” Jacaerys squeezes his eyes shut, taking a deep sigh. “I know my place in life is right by your side…as long as you love me…that is enough.” He finishes, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. His early thoughts are sent to the deepest recesses of his mind when you unconsciously nuzzle into his embrace. He shakes his head at the earlier insecurity he was feeling, of course you love him, in his entirety. He lays down in bed and feels his heart melt, as you scooch closer to him, placing your hand around his torso and pulling him in as closely as possible. He falls into a blissful slumber, having the sweetest dream.

Your eyes flutter open. You watch as snow lightly falls and melts against the window. The smell of cedarwood and charcoal fill the air and enter your nostril. You lovingly look at Jacaerys who smiles softly in his sleep. Your scent sweetens and begins to mix with his in the air. You watch his nose twitch as he takes in your aroma. He begins to awake, holding yiu closer as his eyes open. “Did you enjoy your rest?” You asks sweetly. “I did, I had the most wonderful dream.” He responds putting his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh really? What about, my dear?” You giggle as his exhales against your scent gland. “It’s a secret. Maybe I’ll share it with you one day.” He teases, kissing your cheek as he pulls away. “Has Cregane come yet?” He asks as he sits up stretching. “No, not yet. Should we get ready and look for our host?” You ask also stretching in bed. “Yes let’s.” Jacaerys gets out through a yawn. You nod and get out of bed throwing on your black garments. Jacaerys does the same, but takes your jacket. “Surely you do not wish for me to perish from the chills outside?” You say jokingly reaching for the garment. He pulls it away out of your reach, putting the coat to his neck and rubbing his scent all over it. Your eyes soften and your protests stop allowing him to finish. You grab his jacket and do the same. “Of course not my love, I simply want to make sure these lesser alphas know you’re mine. Should any of them think to try and court you, I’ll feed them to Vermax.” He says with a chuckle handing you your jacket back. He watches with pride as you ensure his jacket has your sweet aroma clinging to it. “And if you entertain even a single omega here, other than myself, I’ll turn this castle into Harrenhal with you and them inside it.” You say laughing, joining Jacaerys, he loves how possessive you are with him and vice versa. He likes how feisty and fiery you are, it lets him know instinctually the two of you will make strong babes. Though the two of you laugh there’s an air of seriousness behind it, neither of you are known for empty threats. “Everything I have is yours. My eyes are for you only, my heart belongs to you entirely, my coc-“”That’s enough my love!“ You interrupt him blushing hard, covering his mouth with both hands. “I understand. I am yours in my entirety as well.” You say back with conviction. You can feel his lips contort into a smile, he peels your hands off of him, and takes one of them into his own. “Enough of that, lovebirds. I will also assume the talk of feeding my men to dragons or turning my home in Harrenhal was youthful bluster, said without thought or serious intention.” Cregane sarcastically says as enters the room. The two of your jaws drop as you both wonder how long he’s been standing there and how much more he heard. “The feast awaits.” He elucidates, standing by the door waiting for the two of you.

Cregane leads you both through the corridors of Winterfell, making small talk as he leads you to the Great Hall. “The North welcomes you both Prince Jacaerys and Prince (Y/n)!” Cregane announces as he pushes the doors open. Music fills the air, no longer muffled, there is ale and nourishment aplenty. Men and women, men and men, and women with women all dance in the center of the room, entranced with each other. “Well this is certainly a surprise.” You whisper to Jacaerys. “I can’t imagine a better welcome celebration.” He whispers back. “My lord, you honor us.” He says turning to Cregane. “Nonsense My Prince. Please enjoy yourselves.” Cregane says, raises his hand. A maid quickly comes over with a tray of ale and wine. He nods in appreciation as he grabs a cup of ale. “Thank you.” You say shooting a smile to the woman as you grab a chalice of wine. “Thank you.” Jacaerys says, he politely smiles grabbing a mug of ale. “Cheers! To Her Grace! Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen!” Cregane projects to the hall. “Here, here!””To Her Grace!””Cheers!” All pour out in random assortment from the northerners. You and Jacaerys lift your cups and take a sip. “And to our guests! Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and Prince (Y/n) Targaryen!” A woman’s voice projects. “To our princes!””Here, here!” The northerns respond to her call. Cregane raises his mug and knocks it back in its entirety. You and Jacaerys do the same with your drinks, trying to keep pace with your host. “I look forward to continuing our newfound friendship.” Cregane says as he places the mug down and goes to grab another. “Prince Jacaerys, Prince (Y/n).” The woman greets bowing. You don’t recognize her face but you clock her voice as the one that toasted you and Jacaerys moments prior. “Good evening my lady. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. You are?” You say bowing your head, extending your hand. “Please there’s no need for such formalities. I am Sara Snow.” She says kneeling, taking your hand and placing a kiss to the back of it. You blush and pull your hand back, as Jacaerys immediately pulls you to his side.

“You two truly are siblings. Cregane did the same earlier when he met (Y/n).” Jacaerys says laughing as he kisses your temple trying to get rid of the blush that now adorns your face. “Ah! You’re Cregane’s sister?” You ask finally putting the dots together, they do bear a somewhat similar semblance. “Yes my prince. Though I am a bastard, Cregane has been most generous taking me in as his sister.” She says gratefully. You feel Jacaerys tense, his scent hadn’t wavered or turned but you noticed and knew. “Nonsense, bastard or no, you are his family. It would have been dishonorable should he have shunned and turned you away.” You respond in kind, hoping Jacaerys understands and see in between the lines. You’ve never cared for the rumors of his parentage, nor have you ever thought about him in that manner. Jacaerys relaxed and leaned further into your side. “Sara! I am most pleased you decided to join us.” Cregane says as he approaches with a tray of drinks. You each grab another cup of ale and wine, content to continue the festivities. “Let us continue! Bring in the feast!” Cregane projects, as the servants bow and exit to comply with their lord’s command, he leads Jacaery, Sara, and you to the biggest table in the room, right at the head of the room. You take your seat next to Jacaerys, as Cregane takes the center seat, with Sara to his left. The servants come back in carrying tray after tray, plate after plate, and serving plates with more wine and ale. The musicians switch their song choice to a more muted selection fit for dining. The servants scurry about setting down food on your plates, and refilling your cups. As soon as everyone had been served Cregane stood from his chair. “It has been over a century since Aegon the Conqueror flew here first. My ancestor Torrhen Stark bent the knee, and relinquished his crown to spare his people the turmoil of war and the sear of dragonfire. Since then our great grandsires have treated with one another, leaning on one another, through trying times. I look forward to treating with you both, Prince Jacaerys and Prince (Y/n).” Cregane says raising his glass to you both. You both stand and raise your glasses. “To our King to be, Jacaerys Velaryon, and his mate, King consort to be (Y/n) Targaryen!” Cregane says as he takes a drink, prompting all the people present to follow suit. “And to our rightful Queen, Her Grace, Rhaenyra Targaryen! Long may she reign!” Cregane adds in sinking the rest of his drink. You and Jacaerys do the same, as does Sara and the rest of the people present. You all dig in thoroughly enjoying the food they’ve prepared.

As the night progressed on, the servants collected all the trays and plates bringing them back to the kitchen. Wine and ale continued to flow, as the musicians switched their musical choice once more and returned to their livelier choice. Jacaerys hearing the music stood up and stretched his hand to you. You took it and giggled as he dragged you to the middle of the hall, joining the others in their revelry. You intertwined your right hand with Jacaerys’s and placed your left on his shoulder, whilst he place his on your hip. He led you back and forth, to and fro. Dipping you and picking you back up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Through the merriment he continued to lead you like a gentleman and alpha. As the song slowed, you rested your head against his chest as the two of swayed together. When the music stopped, the two of you sat back down with Cregane and Sara. They looked elated, genuinely happy with how much fun the two of you were having. The wine and ale kept flowing as Cregane suggested a drinking game. Jacaerys had kept up a good pace but called it after a few, Sara didn’t partake she was content to just watch. You had drank him under the table, and had a few more glasses still. You sat content, feeling nice and warm, you could hold your wine, but the buzz was undeniable now. You watched as the servants cleaned up, and as the other guests left the hall. “What is King’s Landing like?” Sarah asked Jacaerys. “It is a bustling city, but truthfully I’ve never been. I once called the Red Keep home, and then Dragonstone…” Jacaerys trails off. “And now?” Sara asks putting a hand on his shoulder. Jacaerys smiles, before turning to you. The flush of your face, your eyes half lidded from the buzz of the alcohol, the tiny hiccup that leaves you every now and then. He doesn’t respond to her but he places his hand on yours and squeezes. It pulls your attention from the hall, and when your eyes meet his you give him a big toothy smile. He blushes and laughs before resting his chin on his hand. You lean over and notice Sara’s hand still on his shoulder. Without a word you get up, and pull Jacaerys’s seat back. With the new found space you sit back down on his lap, putting an arm around his neck. He turns away stifling a laugh, he knew you got jealous seeing Sara’s hand on his shoulder but he wasn’t going to expose you. “What happened *my little dragon?” Jacaerys coos, much to the faux disgust of Cregane and Sara, who laugh at how whipped Jacaerys is. “Nothing, the seat started to hurt.” You say turning away, taking another swig of the wine. “Perhaps that should be your last glass, we have an early day tomorrow.” Jacaerys suggests putting his hand over the top of your cup to keep the servant from filling it again. “Perhaps-“ a hiccup cuts off your words. “You’re correct in that assessment.” You giggle as you draw circle on his chest with your finger. “Cregane.” You say. “Yes (Y/n)?” He answers. “In the south, people do not abide by men mating men or women mating women. I haven’t seen that attitude here, why is that?” You manage to get out though buzzed. “Where old gods rule old traditions do as well. The old gods allowed alphas to mate omegas indiscriminately. My people, nor I, care that Jacaerys has mated you and you him despite both being men. You are an omega and he is an alpha, that is enough.” Cregane elaborates. It makes you wonder how small your world view was, and how small it could’ve stayed if you hadn’t traveled north. “I wish it was like that in the south.” You say longingly. You already realize it’ll be another battle, another trial and tribulation to ensure the faith and the public will accept you and Jacaerys as a couple. Jacaerys squeezes your thigh reminding you he’s here.

He shouldn’t have squeezed your thigh, your scent sweetens as you push your thighs together. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making any lewd sounds. Sara and Cregane notice your scent and while Cregane already knows what it means Sara doesn’t. “(Y/n) are you in heat?” She asks concerned. “No, no Sara. My heat was perhaps a week past, perhaps two?” You say, the blush on your face burning brighter from desire. “Is your scent naturally this strong?” She asks, her face staring to flush from your aroma. “Yes it is, it’s even stronger and more intoxicating when he’s in heat.” Jacaerys answers, nuzzling into your scent gland. You can feel yourself getting stiffer in your pants. “Perhaps we should retire to our chambers.” You say as you gently push Jacaerys away. “Aye perhaps that is for the best. I trust you remember where your room is?” Cregane said as he stood and grabbed his sister. *”Jacaerys I need you. Please~” You sultrily whine, your warm breath sending tingles down his spine and blood rushing south. “I do.” Jacaerys quickly affirms. “Rest up Cregane, Sara. Tomorrow you shall take us to the Wall correct?” Jacaerys says, you wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you and stands up. “Aye, please make sure you two get some rest.” Cregane pleads, his words laced with a hidden meaning. Jacaerys nods and begins to speed walk to his chambers. Once out of the hall, you begin to assault his neck with hickies and love bites. As Jacaerys reaches the door to his room, you kiss him in earnest, licking his lips to get him to open up and allow you in. He fumbles with the door knob. He finally gets the door open and rushes to the bed laying you down and beginning to strip out of his clothes. “Gods above you always smell so fucking good.” He huskily says as he lays on top of you. Content to kiss you hungrily and leave you marked. “Hurry~ please!” You beg as you kick off the garments. “My love you’re drunk.” He says softly. “I don’t care! I need it! Please Jace~” You beg pulling your legs back and wrapping them around his waist. “Are you sure?” He asks kissing your scent gland. You nod rapidly, stroking your cock. He grabs your legs and pushes them back, staring at your hole. Watching hungrily as it clenches and unclenches. “I can’t knot you this time. If we go all the way, we’ll not wake up in time, and we cannot keep our host waiting.” He say with regret. “Perhaps we shouldn’t.” He sighs out, putting your legs down on the bed. “Please Please Please~” You beg rapidly pumping your fist and slipping one of your fingers into your hole. His cock twitches at the sight of you working yourself open for his cock. “I have an idea, but you need to behave. You can be my good boy can’t you?” He coos, his hands gripping your chin. You nod again, eyes filling with tears at how badly you want him. He sits against the head board of the bed, and lays you down on top of him. He pushes your legs apart and rests them on his thighs. “mmmfph! Fuck!” You whine out as his fingers enter and stretch your rim. You reached down to stroke your cock, but before you can even touch it his fingers stop moving. “You either cum on my fingers or not at all.” He strongly says before you can whine. You move your hand back to where it was, gripping the bed sheets. He smile and hums, continuing to pump his fingers in and out, the digits continually brushing against and caressing your prostate. “It’s- nnghh! Not enough!” You groan out as your muscles twitch and toes curl.

“Of course it isn’t, you need my big cock stretching you open. You need my knot, keeping you close to me. You need me filling you with my seed.” He groans, moaning in sympathy with you. “Unfortunately for us both you won’t get that now.” He huskily says adding another finger to the two spearing you open. “Angh! Ahn! Ooooh~ fuck! Right there!” You sweetly mewl, you rake your fingers down his biceps as he holds you in place. You throw your head back looking into his eyes pleading, as your tears fall from how good he’s making you feel. “Right here?” He says as he harshly thrusts against your bundle of nerves. You nod rapidly, pushing your hips down as much as you can with his legs keeping yours open. He increase his pace as he feels your insides quiver, and your rim clench down on his fingers. He adds a fourth to his ministrations, focusing on your prostate as he works to coax your load out. “Ahn! Nggghh! Fuck!” You moan as you buck your hips, your cock twitches and shoots rope after rope of cum on to your belly. Jacaerys pulls his fingers out of you and cleans them with his mouth. Groaning as he savors your slick. He gets out of the bed and pulls you to the edge of it. You stare at him with blissed out eyes, spreading your legs for him again as you eye the outline of his hard cock. He wordlessly grabs your legs and places them on his shoulder, pulling his pants down to free his dick. He slides his cock in between your thighs. He slaps it a few times on yours watching as it twitches and swells again. “Squeeze your thighs for me.” He begs. “Harder. Nggh~ just like that.” He groans as you do as he says. He starts to thrust, building up a steady pace. His nuts slap against your taint and hole, the resounding plap bouncing off the walls. You spit in your hands and wrap them around your cock and his, tightening your grip just right. “Faster! Faster!” You beg, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. Jacaerys doubles his pace, fucking into your thighs and hands faster and harder. His pace gets erratic and sloppy as the coil inside him tightens and tightens. With a high pitched moan, you cum first, covering his prick in your seed. The sight of you cuming from him, from his ministration, from the pleasure only he can give you pushes him closer to the edge. He gives one last hard thrust, and his cock twitches in your hand. It flexes and pulses shooting his load all over your hand and dick. The two of you look lovingly at each other panting. He leans down to kiss you and lick up whatever he can savoring the way it tastes, the way you taste on his tongue. He pulls away and wordlessly grabs a cloth to clean you up. “I know, I know my love. You’re sensitive, but I refuse to let you sleep like this.” He says as you squirm from the cloth coming into contact with your hole and soft cock. He cleans himself up with the same cloth and joins you in bed again, pulling the bedding up to cover the both of you. He pulls you close, as your breathing and his evens out, he cuddles you throughout the night.

He wakes up first, enjoying the way your soft breaths leave you. He gently nudges you think you wake up. The two of you silently relish each other’s company, before a maid walks in with water. She bows before leaving it in the restroom. The two of you bath together, thoroughly cleaning each other up, before dressing one another in your respective garments. “Lord Cregane Stark.” A guard announces, as he walks into your room. “My Princes, you are awake and ready. I take it you had a less than eventful night?” He chortles. “You are correct in that assumption.” Jacaerys assures, as he finishes pinning your cloak. “Shall we?” He says turning to Cregane. He nods and leads the two of you to the stables. He gets on his horse, and starts his journey to the Wall, he’ll need a head start to ensure he’s present when the two of you arrive. You and Jacaerys walk over to where your dragons have been staying. You brought live stock with you, a cow and a pig for Syndorax, and a cow for Vermax. Despite being well kept, you’re sure they would be grateful for the additional food, and that they’ll need it to keep warm as the Wall is even further north. You both strap yourselves to your dragons. They take a running start before jumping and taking flight. The flight further north was brisker and even colder than the flight to Winterfell. “Duty is sacrifice. It eclipse is all things, even blood. All men of honor must pay its price. The North owes a great duty to the Seven Kingdoms. One older than any oath. Since the days of the First Men, we have stood as guardians against the cold and the dark. Through its long tradition, the Night’s Watch cultivate its strength from doomed men, who had their life as their only possession. But my ancestor, Torrhen Stark, began a tradition by making an offering at the onset of winter: one in ten men from our household was to be chosen to fortify the Watch. This is not a sentence but an honor. A duty embraced by all who serve the North. Even by my own kin. The North must stand ready. Winter is coming.” Cregane elucidated, delving into the purpose of the Wall, the Night’s Watch, and its history. “Coming? What is this, then, that falls from the skies and shivers my bones?” Jacaerys asks sarcastically. “This is only a late summer snow, my prince. In winter, it will cover all you see, and all memories of warmth will be forgotten.” Cregane continues to elaborate. “It pleases me to think that over a century ago our ancestors treated in this very place. The Conqueror and the King in the North.” You add thinking fondly of the years of friendship and faith the Starks have kept with house Targaryen. “You both, at least, had the mercy not to threaten me with your dragons.” Cregane says as the elevator reaches the top of the wall. You shiver, causing Jacaerys to pull your jacket closer tighter and take off his scarf and wrapping it around your neck. Taking his proximity to steal a chaste kiss from you. “My lord.””M’Lord.””My Princes.” An array of greetings come in as the three of you walk past the men that man the wall. “Surely the great Torrhen Stark would’ve sooner died than bent the knee.” Jacaerys supposes. “Unless, he believed the Conqueror could bring unity to the Seven Kingdoms.” Jacaerys continues.

“You are right in that. That unity is now threatened.” Cregane says. Just as Rhaenyra sent missives to her presumed allies, Aegon and Otto have done the same. “The realm will soon tear itself apart if men do not remember the oath sworn to King Viserys and to his rightful heir.” You offer. “True my prince, yet it was your brother who stole the throne.” Cregane reminds. “Yes and for it he will either lose his head or spend what remains of his life in chains. Better yet, he could be of use to the Night’s Watch should he accept. I have no love left for those traitors.” You defend and assert your loyalties. “Certain Lords and Ladies have forgotten their oaths, and I wonder, have you as well my Lord?” You quickly fire back. Cregane laughs and nods. “Starks do not forget their oaths, my princes. But you both must know that my gaze is forever torn between north and south. In winter, my duty to the Wall is even more dire than the one I owe to King’s Landing. I need my men here.” Cregane elaborates. “Whilst your men guard against wildlings and weather, the Hightowers plan to usurp the throne. If my mother is to defend her claim to hold the realm united, she needs an army.” Jacaerys says. “War is coming to the whole of the realm, my Lord. We cannot wage it without the support of the North.” You say. You all briefly stop at a balcony that is aimed at the other side of the Wall. It is a white barren wasteland that seems inhospitable to humans. It’s a wonder how wildlings survive this side of the Wall. The fog and cloud coverage is so fierce it seems as though it snows endlessly. Cregane takes notice of how entranced you and Jacaerys are by the desolation across from you all. “My father brought King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne to see the Wall. Thrice did Her Grace attempt to fly her dragon across this wall, thrice did she return. Her Grace claimed it to have been intentional, but my father nor I could help but wonder if she was being truthful.” Cregane says with muted fear. You all realize the implications the revelation has. You both know dragons do not refuse the command of their rider. What lies beyond the white that would make a dragon turn and refuse their rider? “Do you think my ancestors built a seven hundred foot wall of ice to keep out snow and savages?” Cregane asks. The answer is clear to both you and Jacaerys. If something lays out there in the white waste that even dragons are loath to cross paths with, it deserves the utmost concern. “What does it keep out?” You ask, staring intently at the landscape. “Death.” Cregane says harshly. “I have thousands of graybeards who’ve already seen too many winters. They are well-honed.” Cregane begins to list what he can spare. “So they’re old?” Jacaerys sarcastically asks. “I can ready them to march at once.” Cregane laughs. “If your graybeards can fight, the queen will have them.” You say, finally breaking your gaze to look at Cregane. “They will fight hard. Like Northerners.” He adds. “My lord?” A guard asks, interrupting you all. “A raven’s arrived. Urgent news from Dragonstone.” He says handing the parchment to Cregane. He backs away, returning to his post as Cregane unfurls the message. His face drops as he looks back to you and Jacaerys. He hands the letter to Jacaerys, you peer over his shoulder reading it with him. Your mouths drop agape and the color drains from your faces. You steady Jacaerys and yourself as you being to tremble. The two of you rush down the Wall, and climb atop your dragons rushing back to Dragonstone.

Aemond flies quickly from Storm’s End, returning to the Red Keep. In silent horror and resignation at what he’s done. Whilst Helaena sits with her children in their nursery. She focuses on her embroidery, adding a stitch here and there, adding to the details. Aegon enters quickly with purpose, searching for his heir. “Where is Jaehaerys?” He asks the room. “Attending his lessons.” Helaena says coldly. “And those are where?” Aegon asks. A failing father much like his own was, not even aware of his own child’s schedule. “What do you need of him?” Helaena probes. “I’m taking him to the small council. He’ll be king one day. He must begin his instruction.” Aegon responds. “What if he does not want to be king?” Helaena harshly asks. “Where is he?” Aegon questions back ignoring his wife’s question. “The library. You must not interrupt his custom. He should learn High Valyrian. Perhaps you might be want to join him.” She says, it’s a thinly veiled insult. Her eyes focus, and the air about her changes as though she’s been possessed. “I’m afraid.” She says, before Aegon can answer her challenge, he stops. “Don’t be. They’d be fools to come with Vhagar protecting the city.” Aegon assures her. “Not the dragons. The rats.” She clarifies. The air that appeared about her dissipates as she turns back to her stitching. Aegon looks around as do the maids attending to her. “The queen is an ensuing mystery is she not?”Aegon says cheerful as he leaves to go get his heir. He enters the library and picks Jaehaerys up. “There you are! You are my heir~ you must learn how to be a king.” He coos into Jaehaerys ear as he scents him. “If I had claimed (Y/n) when I had the chance I wonder what our children would look like…” He thinks morosely. His scent sours causing Jaehaerys to whine in his embrace. He quickly shakes the thought off, there’s nothing he can do about it now. Now that you’re dead, gone, turned to ash and scattered to the wind.

“My letters to Rhaenyra. Has there been any answer?” Alicent questions the council. “An apology for her dead son?” Jasper questions incredulously. “Only one, Your Grace. ‘Tell my half-brother I will have my throne, or I’ll have his head.’ Between that and their blockade of the Gullet, the Princess has refused the offered terms and war is now inevitable.” Maester Orwyle says. “A tragedy to be sure. I had hoped that since we are now both grieving mothers, she might want to sue for peace.” Alicent bitterly mumbles. “Well, we should’ve just killed her when we had the chance.” Aegon remarks. “Regrettably, the opportunity for surprise has been lost and, with it, the chance to end this conflict quickly.” Otto says, as he turns to look at Alicent with anger. “We must play the board before us.” He says resigned. “If we are to break the Sea Snake’s blockade, we will need to bolster both the Lannister and Hightower navies.” Tyland says. “We do have need for a new Master of Ships.” Orwyle adds. “We could offer the title to the young Lodd Dalton Greyjoy.” Aegon suggests. As the doors to the council room swing open, Aemond stiffly walks in. “Aemond. What is your business here?” Alicent questions. “The king summoned me.” He responds as he pulls out a chair to sit. “You do not have a seat at this council.” Alicent protests. “Aemond is my closest blood and our best sword. I welcome him.” Aegon says defending his brother’s presence. “We should have a feast for his heroics.” Aegon smugly says. “For what kinslaying?” Otto snidely remarks. “He is the blood of the dragon. He did what needed to be done.” Aegon asserts. “The path to King’s Landing is through the Riverlands. We must establish a toehold there, at Harrenhal.” Aemond says as he points to the map in the room. “The Riverlords will either declare for me or they will meet Vhagar and Sunfyre together. And we can burn the blockade while we’re at it.” Aegon says adding to Aemond’s plan. “Rhaenyra has dragons as well.” Alicent tries reminding. “Mine are bigger.” Aegon dismissively responds. “If we lose the dragons to war, there’ll be no calling them back. We must proceed cautiously.” Alicent doubles her efforts to guide Aegon to peace. “No. Fat, old Lord Tully will either raise my banner or see his burn. We should fly to Riverrun.” Aegon responds dismissing his mother’s advice again. She looks to Criston for aid. “You are the king, Your Grace. You must not put yourself at risk.” Criston says hoping to sway Aegon. “And Vhagar is needed here to deter Rhaenyra from attacking in retribution for the death of her son.” Alicent says snidely turning to Aemond. “What of our retribution? Hmm? It seems to me you have all forgotten the whore of Dragonstone has done!” Aemond looks around crazed. “She killed your son!” Aemond yells at Alicent. “Your grandson!” He bellows towards Otto. “My brother! Prince (Y/n)!” Aemond shouts at everyone as he shoots out of his seat, he slams his hands onto the table startling everyone. “Will we not respond in kind, and bring our enemies fire and blood, for our dear brother?” He furiously questions. Aegon bites his lips in fury, he wants to share in Aemond’s grief and lay waste to the enemies that claimed your life. But that would mean revealing what he knows and claiming their grandsire’s head and extinguishing house Baratheon. “Surely we will plan-““And yet she sent someone else. She did not stain herself with the taint of kinslaying.” Otto cuts Aegon off and responds in kind. “Taking the life of Rhaenyra’s youngest…” Otto furiously shakes his head. “You only lost an eye…how could you be so blind?” Otto angrily questions, huffing. He takes a deep breath to find his balance. “Errors were made in the hours following King Viserys’s death. We mustn’t compound them.” He says derisively toward Aemond. “You’ve already demonstrated your might, Your Grace. We must now favor patience and restraint.” Otto pleads.

Rhaenyra drifts aimlessly through the Stormlands. Searching through the edges of Shipbreaker Bay for any sign of her darling son. Rhaenyra watches as a group of commonborn fishermen drag in something from the waters, she eyes it closely and takes off on Syrax for the beach. “It’s a dragon wing!” One of the fishermen remark as they drag it onto dry land. “Dragon!” Another man yells as they all run for cover away from Rhaenyra and her dragon. She dismounts and runs for the shoreline gasping as she clutches Tyraxes’s wing. She works quickly to undo the tangle of nets and spies Joffrey’s cloak attached to the wing. Her tears come back in full force as sobs and wails rip from her chest. She huffs and heavies gutturally as she can finally mourn her dear son. Syrax lets loose a shaky roar, one full of heartache and pain that another grieving mother would recognize, her son has also died. Vermax, Arrax, and Tyraxes all hatched from a clutch Syrax had laid earlier in her life. In Rhaenyra’s eyes is left only grief and fire. She mounts Syrax and flies back to her seat of power. “Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of her Name. Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.” Ser Erryk announces as the grieving Queen enters the hall. The paint table is already surrounded by her council, her husband, and her step daughters. Daemon approaches her and leans in closely allowing his scent to envelope her. “Did you find him?” He grits out. She stiffly nods trying her hardest to hold it together in front of her council. She moves away from him to the head of the table. “I will fly to Harrenhal at your command and set our toehold in the Riverlands.” Daemon asserts through his tears. “Your Grace, my lord husband’s blockade of the Gullet moves into place. All seabird travel and trade to King’s Landing will soon be cut off.” Rhaenys reveals. Rhaenyra struggles to hold in a sob, as she shudders forward. “I want…” she takes a deep breath. “Aemond Targaryen.” She says strongly looking up to meet Daemon’s gaze, before leaving to her chambers to continue to grieve.

Lucerys is the first of you all to return having received the missive at Highgarden. He rushes into Rhaenyra’s chamber and immediately hugs her. “Mother I was unable-“ a sob breaks his sentence. “I was unable to secure Highgarden. Lady Dorea Tyrell wishes to remain neutral, raising neither your banner nor Aegon’s.” He cries burying his face into his mother neck. “Shhh shh that is of no concern my sweet son.” Rhaenyra says crying. She holds him, rubbing his back and tightening her hug. She pulls away and gingerly grabs his face, wiping his tears with her thumbs. “Go freshen up Luke. Your brother and uncle are on their way.” She says, slowly retracting her hands and wiping her own tears. He nods and wipes his nose as he gets up and leaves to his chamber to do as she asks. You and Jacaerys quickly descend on the Dragonmont and rush inside to Rhaenyra’s chambers. You spy her sitting in a leather seat, her hair neatly combed back and braided but her eyes reddened and rimmed with tears that she’s yet to shed. “Your Grace…” you clear your throat as your voice cracks. “The Lady Jeyne Arryn has pledged her support in exchange for a dragon to guard the Vale.” You manage to croak out. Jacaerys steps forward worse for wear ready to give his update, you put a hand on his back and rub soothing circles. “Lord Cregane Stark has promised two thousand-“ his voice cracks as the sobs he’s been holding back rip from his throat. He immediately turns and buries his face into your neck crying. You burst into tears with him and immediately pump out your pheromones to help calm him. Rhaenyra’s face scrunches with sorrow as she rises from her seat, rushing to join the two of you. She embraces the both of you as you all cry over the horrible loss of your nephew, your mate’s brother. You prepare a funeral pyre, not allowing Rhaenyra to be the one to bear the burden. You went around collecting Joffrey’s things, a toy he loved to play with as a babe, his Targaryen cape, some of his garments. It’s a symbolic pyre as his remains have been lost to Shipbreaker Bay. Jacaerys is the first to approach tossing in Joffrey’s crib bedding, as Baela watches teary eyed. Lucerys approaches next, holding a wooden dragon, carved in the shape of Caraxes. He holds it closely before reluctantly tossing it into the flames. Rhaenyra approaches with his cloak, rubbing it as she starts to cry again in full force. She eyes the garment one last time before tossing it into the flames. You all watch eyes reddened with grief as the flame whirls and consumes the items. You lean into Jacaerys as he turns and buries his face into your neck, sobbing. He melts into your embrace as his grief takes him.

Daemon’s boat slowly approaches the shores of King’s Landing. He docks his small boat and hurriedly approaches the gate of the city. “Commander?” The knight of the city guard asks. “Never gone for long. I’m told you bear a mislike for the Hightowers.” Daemon says. “Fuck the Hightowers.” The knight responds in kind. He opens the door to the city and allows the rogue prince to enter. He begins to escort him around as though he’s a common criminal to avoid the gazes of the other knights that patrol. “The White Worm said you’re one of Aegon’s ratcatchers. You must be busy. The castle positively crawls with them now.” Daemon says derisively. “I heard the White Worm were dead.” Cheese responds. “Her ghost told me you were a betting man. Fighting pits?” Daemon questions. “Dogs, and bones.” Cheese says without looking up. “How deep your debts?” Daemon probes holding out a pouch of gold. As Cheese reaches for it Daemon pulls it back. Cheese laughs as Daemon sits before him. “I was also given to understand that you possess a unique knowledge of the Red Keep.” Daemon asserts. “Maegor’s tunnels. Great big rat’s nest, it is. I know them better than the shape of my own cock.” Cheese says. “This is my friend, call him Blood. Tonight, he’s going to be your friend.” Daemon says satisfied. “You’re to find and slay the Prince Aemond Targaryen. He has silver hair and one eye. Should be easy enough to find. But I understand he’s quite good in a fight. You’ll want to take caution.” Daemon assures as he pulls out the pouch of gold and tosses it to the ground. “That’s one half. You’ll get the other when it’s done.” Daemon finishes, as Cheese picks up the gold and counts it. “Alright. What if we can’t find him?” Cheese asks. “A son for a son.” Daemon darkly says.

Blood and Cheese begin to traverse the sewage tunnels to enter the castle. Entering Maegor’s passages, Blood becomes impatient as Cheese seems to be stalling. “How do we get upstairs?” He asks. “The royals live up there.” Cheese says. “Right.” Blood responds as though it’s obvious. “Well, it’s off limits, it is.” Cheese says meekly. “Different group of ratcatchers work the upstairs.” He adds defending himself. “If we’re to kill a royal fucking Prince, where do you think we’re gonna find him?” Blood says frustrated. “I got you in the castle. I thought the rest was your bit.” Cheese spits derisively. Blood immediately grabs Cheese by the throat, choking him. He lifts him up, only to slam him against the wall. “I could end you right here, take the rest of the gold meself.” He says aggressively. “I know a way upstairs. I just don’t know my way ‘round.” Cheese wheezes out. Blood toss him to the ground. “Show me.” He demands as Cheese struggles to catch his breath. “This way.” Cheese manages to get out as he stands and begins pushing forward. He reaches for a lever pulling it and opening the passage way to a room on the higher level. They look around but the room is empty, their target is not here. They split up searching different rooms of the floor. Blood runs into a maid who he placates by struggling to set a trap for the rats. When she leaves he pulls a blade from the trap, and exits the room. He takes to running in a crouched position as he looks in this room or that. He halts when he hears Cheese speaking. “Quiet.” He says. As Blood enters, he sees Cheese has Helaena retrained with his knife to her neck. He cruelly pushes the blade into her skin causing her to bleed from a small cut. “Who the fuck is she?” Blood seethes as he doesn’t realize who Cheese is holding hostage.

“She’s the queen, she is.” Cheese says mockingly into her ear. “A son for a son” he said. “Does she look like a fucking son to you?” Blood rages. Cheese laughs maniacally. “Over there.” He gestures with his head towards the two cribs. Helaena tries to scream but feels the knife dig deeper, as Cheese shushes her. “They both look the same. Which one’s the boy?” Blood asks. Before turning to Helaena. “The mother knows.” He says as he stares into her frightened eyes. “Do anything but what I ask, and I’ll bleed the whole lot of ya.” Cheese says angrily as he moves to release her. “Which?” He says as he aims his knife at her. “Kill me instead, let my children live.” Helaena begs not wanting to give her child up. “You aren’t a son.” Blood says emotionlessly. Helaena begins to panic as her pupils dilate and she loses control of her body. She takes rapid deep breaths as her eyes continue to dilate and contract. With a deep breath she points to Jaehaerys sleeping body. “She’s lying.” Blood assumes, before turning to Jaehaera’s crib. Cheese stares intently into Helaena’s eyes. “No she’s not lying. She’s telling the truth.” Cheese affirms. Blood nods as he approaches the crib. “Hold him.” He demands as Cheese approaches his crib. They cover Jaehaerys mouth as Blood begins to slice through the muscle, bone, and connective tissue that make up the toddler’s neck. His muffled cries can be heard shortly before his life is extinguished. As they carry out their dark plans Helaena runs to Jaehaera’s crib and picks her up. Running to her mother’s room, she keeps looks back frantically to make sure she isn’t being followed. She barges into Alicent’s room, and twists and turns before settling on the floor, ignoring the action her mother and Ser Criston were partaking in before she entered. “Helaena! What’s happened?” Alicent questions from the bed, using the covers to hide her body. Helaena rocks back and forth staring off into space as she coddles her daughter. “They killed my son. They killed Jaehaerys.” She reveals as tears fall from her eyes. Alicent in blind fury sends Criston to gather the guards and search for the killer. Criston as Lord commander informs his king of the terrible loss. Aegon in wroth has the city gates closed, no longer may anyone enter or leave the city. Alicent stays with Helaena clutching her and her granddaughter tightly. “It had to be Rhaenyra! She sent them!” Is the last thing Helaena hears as she drifts off into a restless sleep. As her eyes flutter open she realizes she’s a child again, painting in her old playroom.

You walk the halls of Dragonstone aimlessly after the funeral. The hour is late, that much you know, and yet sleep eludes you. You find yourself in front of Jacaerys’s bedroom, your hand ghosting the knob, before you turn it and enter his apartments. “Jacaerys might I” You pause as you take in his form. He sits forlorn at the edge of his bed, still in his garments from earlier today. You approach him and tuck a finger under his cheek to bring his gaze to yours. “Might I share your bed tonight my love?” You question as your thumb rubs his lips. His eyes are still rimmed red, with tears tickling out, his hair is disheveled, he stiffly nods. “Thank you my love.” You say. You begin to undress and get into his bed, you watch him for a moment, waiting for him to do the same. But he doesn’t he continues to stare at the ground, lost in thought, his scent is sour with grief. You get up again and kneel before him, taking his leg and putting it on your knee as you unlace his boot. You peel off his boot and sock, placing a kiss his ankle. You place his foot back to the ground and repeat your loving ministrations with his other leg. His eyes well with even more tears as he meets your gaze. You give a soft sad smile as you stare into each other’s eyes. Your hands find themselves at the band of his pants, you hold them there as you wait for permission. When he nods you pull his pants down and off of his body, leaving his underwear. You stand and have him lift his arms, you pull his shirt off of him leaving his undershirt. You toss all the garments into a pile for the maids to take in the morning. Just as you’re about to push him into bed he wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your chest. “Do you wish to discuss it darling?” You whisper as you play with his hair. He shakes his head, pulling away to look at your face. His gaze freezes on your lips. It turns hungry as he watches, leaking pheromone into the air, creating a heady mixture as it combines with yours. He sits you in his lap, your legs splaying to either side of him as he has you rest your groin against his. He places a kiss to your lips. Then another, and another, and another until he’s devouring you. Slipping his tongue into your mouth establishing dominance immediately, he consumes you so hungrily it leaves you breathless.

He pulls away with half lidded eyes, his stare clouded with desire and lust. “Jace I- uh- are you sure?” You question, licking your lips as you try to stabilize yourself using his shoulders. You can feel his hardened member underneath you, it makes it harder for you to resist and you can feel the slick begin to pool and drip out of you. “I am, unless you are not?” He breathlessly questions as his hand toys with the waistband of your underwear. You stare intently into Jacaerys eyes, as you lean forward to kiss him ravenously again. He dominates your mouth, while his hand reaches into your underwear and pulls your hard dick out. You hiss as your sensitive cock is exposed to the cold air, it’s only for a moment though as Jacaerys quickly closes his warm hand around it. “Mmmfph~” You moan into the kiss as he brings to stroke you up and down, he thumbs your slit when he reaches the top spreading your precum until the squelching sounds are all you can hear. “Fuck! Jace~!” You whine pulling away from the kiss. Jacaerys lifts the hem of your shirt to your mouth. You bite down on it, as Jacaerys begins to suck and bite on one of your nipples while his free hand roams and caresses your body. He bucks his hips into yours, he’ll get that same sweet release soon but only after he’s made a mess of you. “Yes! Yes! Fuck! Just like that~” You wantonly moan as you begin to thrust into his hand. He can feel how close you are with the way your member throbs, he could edge you for hours but takes pity on you. He lets go of your nipple and reaches behind you, shoving two fingers into your warm wet hole without warning. “Ooooh fuck~” you moan as your dick throbs and shoots rope after rope painting Jacaerys abdomen and his hand in your seed. “Just like that~” Jacaerys coos as he continues to pump your cock and scissor his fingers in your hole. He makes sure you ride out your high until you’re a whiny mess, clenching and unclenching when his fingers brush against your prostate. “You always have the prettiest expressions when you cum on my fingers~” Jacaerys sensually whispers into your ear, he shoves his tongue into your ear hole relishing how much more whiny and squirmy you get. He laughs as you push him away from overstimulation. “Too much?” He questions as his eyes soften meeting yours. “Just a tad” You pant out, twitching still every now and then. You get up and off Jacaerys and get back on your knees in front of him. You begin to mouth at the wet spot that’s form on his underwear. “It’s my turn to take care of you, my king.” You whisper feeling him get harder, bucking his hips as his moans and gasps get needier. His soft gasps and moans, and whispered “fuuuck, just like that” all go to your head making you double your efforts. Once his underwear has been sufficiently stained with a mix of your saliva and his precum you pull the waistband of his underwear down, letting his enormous cock jump out.

“This hard for me?” You sultrily ask, gripping his cock. Jacaerys nods rapidly, as whimpers and begs for you to do something, anything, fall from his mouth. You jerk his hard member once twice before kissing the head of his cock and taking him to the hilt in your mouth all in one go. “Fuuuuhhhck yes! Just like that (Y/n)~” Jacaerys begs. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as the intrusion reaches far and deeply into your throat, you can feel each ridge and vein brush against your mouth with each twitch and throb of his cock. You swallow around his length as you begin to bob your head up and down his dick. His hand shoots up to his mouth to stifle the noises he’s making. You reach the base of his dick again and stop for a moment, reaching over to grab his hands and put them on your head. It’s unspoken but Jacaerys knows what you’re asking for, he stops hiding all the sounds he’s making, and lets them out unabashedly. “Mmph ngh~ keep going!” He begs as you bob your head going up and down faster than before with his help. You cup his swollen nuts, fondling and massaging them. You feel them pull taunt, making you drop your head all the way to his base, swallowing harshly and hollowing your cheeks as your tongue leaves your mouth to lap at what you can reach. He groans loudly as he cums down your throat with a guttural moan, bucking his hips into your mouth riding out his high. You stroke his softening cock as you hollow your cheeks making sure to leave his member clean, and swallow his viscous seed. He becomes all whiny and trembling as you continue to stroke his flaccid dick. He pulls you up laying you on your side, to make out with you, enjoying with great fervor the way he tastes on your tongue. He caresses your face gently as he stares longingly into your eyes. He pulls away and lifts your leg, placing it on his hip, and taking three of his fingers to your luscious lips. You hesitate, of course you want to go further but you’re concerned for him. “Do you wish to stop here?” Jacaerys asks voice laced thickly with concern. “No, but are you-?” You’re cut off as he slides his fingers in your mouth. “Shh, do not worry your pretty little head about anything else. Get them nice and wet for me.” He steamily commands. You force them down your throat, gagging on them, as you lap your tongue between the digits making sure they’re absolutely drenched. “My love we can discuss….everything on the morrow. Right now I….” He pauses sighing deeply, making eye contact with you. “Right now I need to feel you. Make sure you’re alive and here with me.” He whispers. You pull his fingers out of your mouth, and watch as they glisten with spit. “As you wish. I’m here for you, and with you my king.” You wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him closer. “I love you Jacaerys.” You say with conviction as you lean into kiss him hungrily. His eyes widen at your confession, he can feel his cock start to harden again as his fingers dive downward and immediately breach your warmth. “Nnnghhh” You whine as his fingers brush against your prostate. “I love you (Y/n). More than you could ever know.” He says back with a conviction that rivals, if not outweighs, your own. He dives back into your mouth his tongue remapping the inside of it. You moan wantonly against his lips, before pulling away from him breathlessly. “Mmmfph fuck! Jace-! Nnnghhh~ I’m ready! Please put it in me!” You beg so sweetly, it goes to his head. “I need your knot!” You beg as you push back on his fingers that keep spreading you wide, spearing you open, and massaging your prostate. “You beg so prettily, how can I say no to you?” He chuckles as he withdraws his fingers. “Present for me.” He says, slapping your ass, gripping the muscle. “Show me how badly you need this.” He says gripping his cock.

You sultrily move to present for him, on your knees arching your back. Burying your chest into the bed, you reach back and spread your asscheeks for him, clenching and unclenching around nothing. “No that won’t do, my love. Try again.” Jacaerys whispers having leaned over your body. You turn to look at him confused and desperate, those violet doe eyes stare into his soul, unsure what he meant. Your pretty little head is swimming from Jacaerys’s scent and the lust that pools in your gut. His eyes well with all the unspoken love and adoration he has for you. “I’ll take care of you. Remember this for next time~” He huskily whispers. He lays on you on your back putting your knees on his hips giving him free access to your hole. “I want to see your face when I bury this cock you love and adore so much in your tight little hole.” He says raspy. He repeatedly slaps his cock against your hole watching as it clenches from the stimulation, and more slick pours out. You’re getting needier by the second and more impatient, you lace your arms around his neck and pull him down into a passionate kiss. As his tongue laps, coils, and rubs against yours he finally slips in. “Mmmmfuck~ ahn! I always forget how big you are…” you pant out, clenching like a vice on his dick, before relaxing, allowing him to breach deeper. It’s a sight Jacaerys tries his hardest to burn into his mind each time he’s graced by it. Your face flushed, eyes closed as pleasure courses through your body, legs trembling, and toes curling. “Is it all the way in?” You gasp. Jacaerys looks down to where he’s connected to you, the sight of your rim stretching to accommodate his girth and length is almost enough for him to cum right then and there. “Almost my love.” Jacaerys groans.

It’s a tiny white lie, he’s only halfway in as you remain tight as ever. He grips your legs and spreads them a bit further. He pulls back a bit before driving his cock back in, stilling only when he’s buried to his root. “Nghhh~ oh gods! Jace-“ you begin to moan out only to be cut off by his harsh thrusts. “You’re so tight and warm for me (Y/n)….” He groans as he continues to pummel your insides. You could get addicted to the burning stretch of his cock as it bores into your core. “Harder! Harder!” You beg as you arch your back forcing him in deeper. “Ha…ha as you wish.” Jacaerys coos out, tightening his grip on your hips as he begins to drive into your core even harder than before. Your eyes roll back and you rake your nails down his back overwhelmed with the pleasure he’s giving you. He grunts with delight feeling you mark him in some capacity as the streaks turn red and raise. Every time the head of his cock kisses your prostate sparks are sent flying through you. The coil in your stomach turns tighter and tighter. “Jace- fuck! Mark me!” You beg, as you lock your legs behind him forcing his thrusts deeper, and line up your teeth to his scent gland. “Ooouughhhh (Y/n) you can’t just- do that!” He groans as he furrows his brow trying his hardest to not blow his load then and there. His thrusts become erratic, losing their pace as he leans down to your neck. “Are you sure?” He pants out, his thrusts getting harder and harder. “Yes, yes!” You beg before finally sink your teeth into Jacaerys’s neck right around his scent gland, marking him as yours forever. You feel his knot swell and his cock flex and pulse as he paints your walls white. “Mffff ooouuh fuck!” He moans as he continues to rut into you, he finally bites down hard around your scent gland on the right side of your neck, claiming you as his for all eternity. “Mmmfph nghhh~!” You whimper as you feel his teeth sinking in deeper. You come undone, your cock spurts out more ropes of cum, your insides twitch and convulse, clenching down hard around Jacaerys’s knot milking him for all he’s worth. He collapses on top of you spent, the two of you share in each other embrace as the claiming marks take effect. Both of you breathlessly caress each other as Jacaerys moves you to a more comfortable position. You lick away the blood that comes out from the mark you’ve given him, he does the same to the one that now adorns your neck.

Jacaerys smiles so brightly, as he eyes your bond mark. “What made you change your mind?” He asks breathlessly. He hesitated earlier, when he suggested this last, you said the two of you should get permission from Rhaenyra first. But now here the two of you are, bonded, without anyones blessing but your own. “That was before…” You say pausing, sighing deeply. “Before I realized we were truly at war.” You add sadly. You cup his face and pull him closer, resting your forehead against his. “I couldn’t imagine dying, without having laid my claim to you or you to me.” You say as your eyes well with tears. “I feel the same way.” Jacaerys whispers against your neck. “I cannot apologize enough for what Aemond has done.” You cry, you can’t help but feel responsible. Had Aemond gone mad? Wildly enough that he would kill his nephew without reason? Or are you to blame? Is Joffrey now dead because they assumed Rhaenyra or more likely Daemon sent for you to be killed? You know they would never…you can at least say with certainty that Rhaenyra would not. Despite that you can feel Joffrey’s blood trickle on to your hands. “We will avenge your brother. Mark my words, Aemond Targaryen will die screaming.” You say furiously. You would’ve taken them alive, had them sworn oaths, and or gelded, but not now. They would not receive your mercy or consideration, especially not now that they’ve drawn first blood. “I won’t allow you to stain yourself with kinslaying. If we cannot take him and his usurper brother in chains, we shall have their heads. But it will not be by our hands.” Jacaerys affirms. He switches topics not wanting to ruin the afterglow and bonding. “Should…I have the maesters…”Jacaerys pauses drawing out this words. “Prepare a moontea?” He whispers, unable to meet your eyes. The two of you have claimed each other fully, in every sense of the word, but carrying a child right now? When you’ll all be called to mount your dragons and fly to war? It would be entirely too stressful for you to carry a child now. But you couldn’t care less, swallowing that horrid concoction the first time had been hard enough, when you didn’t know if you were pregnant or not. This time it just feels different.

“No.” You say smiling rubbing your tummy. “That’s not necessary.” You say giggling, you pull Jacaerys hand to your stomach and rest yours on top of it. Jacaerys swells internally, you can smell it in his scent. “Do you expect a boy or a girl first?” Jacaerys asks relishing in your sweetening scent. “I expect a healthy babe.” You respond in kind. Whether the babe is a girl or boy means nothing to you or Jacaerys, after all they’ll inherit the Iron Throne regardless. That is what you all fight for is it not? Why you all brandish arms and dragons against Aegon? It’s all for Rhaenyra. To take back her throne, and her right to rule as Viserys’s named heir. The two of you yawn, tired from the stamina consuming activities. “We should still consult a maester. See what effects our bond marks will have on us, and how to know if I’m carrying our child.” You say tiredly as your eyelids become heavier with each blink. “Of course my love. Now get some rest.” Jacaerys coos happily into your ear, the warmth of his breath, his adoring embrace, and his bed all lull you into a sense of security and safety, allowing you to blissfully fall deeper into sleep.

You open your eyes. You’re a child again, sitting at a table, playing with a wooden dragon, whilst Syndorax chirps and cocks his head. He’s coiled around your shoulder eyeing the room intently. You look up and see your sister drawing and coloring to her hearts content. Her movements seem so unreal, yet you can’t help but call for her hoping your mind will fill in the interaction you’re dreaming of. “Helaena?” You question. She stops drawing and looks up to you. “(Y/n)?” She shakily asks. You get up and go to hug her. “I miss you so much. You saved my life.” You whisper. She leans into your embrace. “You’re alive?” She questions intently, the air about her has changed. You think this is all a dream, you answer earnestly. “Yes. You saved me with your warning. Ash killed the stag, then I fed him to my dragon.” You answer. “Why does nobody know?” She presses on. “I fled for Dragonstone. I didn’t mean to reveal I was alive to anyone in King’s Landing until Rhaenyra sits the throne.” You reveal. Strategically it makes sense and you have no doubt it’ll pay off. Helaena pulls away and stares into your eyes. “They killed Jaehaerys.” She says with sadness and fury, as her unshed tears begin to fall in a torrent. “Criston blames Rhaenyra, he says she sent them.” She angrily says. “That’s rather morbid for a dream…” You think to yourself, wondering how exactly your mind conjured such a play. You grab her hands, hoping to calm her ire. “I’m so sorry about Jaehaerys.” You say with such heavy sorrow and tears in your eyes. “Rhaenyra lost her son, Joffrey, mere days ago, she would not send for your son to be killed.” You argue against her malalignment. “Our brother killed Joffrey, in retribution for your death. They all believe you are dead! The blood of my child is on your hands!” She angrily presses you. “I did not mean for any of that to happen Helaena! You know as well as I do Otto is to blame. He plotted my death, and installed Aegon as king!” You angrily yell back. “This is Otto’s fault?” Helaena questions still brimming with rage. “He tried to have me killed.” You say passionately pushing closer to her. “He stole Rhaenyra’s throne and raised Aegon as king!” You remind.

“Would any of this have happened if he had not tried to rise above his station so heedlessly?” You remorsefully question. Helaena ponders the thought and accusation, despite the anger brewing in her she knows the truth. “Nor does he think of what his grandchildren want! Have you ever expressed wanting to be queen?” You question. She balls up her firsts and slowly unclenches them. Her eyes calm, that prior fury muted but not gone. “No. Never. I was content to live my days as princess. Spent happily with my children.” She says sadly affirming what you already knew. “Then we are aligned surely? And if not then we must be.” You whisper hopefully, caressing her hand. She nods nervously, she’s never been a fighter, but she knows your heart well enough that you’re doing what you think is right. “I will not ask you to mount your dragon and burn them. You must think of Jaehaera.” You say with conviction. Her hand goes to her abdomen, rubbing it in a circle. “And my babe.” She adds happily. “Your babe?” You question, confused. How could she have gotten pregnant? You can’t remember the last time she went into heat, that’s the only time it could’ve occurred as that’s the only way Aegon will share a bed with her. “Yes, my babe.” She affirms caressing her stomach. “A boy. I would call Maelor, tis a fine name for a prince.” She assumes with glee. You smile at the nice turn your dream has taken. “I wonder where I’ve heard that name before?” You think to yourself wondering how exactly your mind conjured her babe’s name. “Join me, dear sister. I will ensure you, Jaehaera, and Maelor are not harmed. You will have places of honor in Rhaenyra’s court.” You say with regality, stretching your hand out, offering it to her. She takes it and pulls you into an embrace. “You’ve always protected me more than mine own alpha. You won’t let me down, will you?” She whispers, her eyes despondent as she realizes allying with you means betraying her family and alpha, but it’s a treason she must live with as she thinks of her children. “Never. I will tell Rhaenyra you are in my care, now and always.” You affirm. She nods, sniffling before pulling away slightly. “I’ll see you soon brother.” She says with a bright smile. You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out, the room grows brighter and brighter until it’s blinding.

Your eyes flutter open, the sunlight pouring in through the window shines directly on your face. You smile feeling Jacaerys arm still around you. You nuzzle into your mates arm, relishing in the fact that his scent that is now only noticeable to you. You slowly peel his arm away and move your hand to cover your mouth. He fell asleep and forgot to pull out, you muffle your whines and soft gasps as you move. Your stirring wakes him, he grabs your hips and pulls you back against him harshly. “Mmmmfuck! Jace~” you whine, as you try with all your might to not get hard. “You’re awake my love?” He whispers, kissing your scent gland and inhaling deeply. “Yes Jace, I am.” You giggle as his breath tickles your neck. “Sorry my dear would you mind pulling out? I want to freshen up and it’s rather difficult to do.” You plead. You can feel his pout against your neck. “We can do this again, and more frequently now my prince.” You say with excitement. You give him a chaste kiss when he doesn’t looked convinced. “Very well.” Jacaerys says smiling as he gives in. “Mmmmff oh~” you gasp as Jacaerys slowly pulls out. You and Jacaerys bathe together, sitting in the tub. You rest your back against his chest, as he lathers your hair washing it. He gingerly scrubs your body, making sure every inch of you is clean. “Did you sleep well?” Jacaerys asks. “I did. I had an odd dream.” You say, your chest rumbling as he continues cleaning you. “Odd? What about?” He asks with a small smile. “I saw Helaena again. I thanked her. If she hadn’t warned me about my assassination attempt, I would not be here.” You reveal. “Does that not imply she had a hand in it?” Jacaerys seriously asks, putting his hands down. “No, she is my dear sister she would not harm me.” You assert. “You would say the same about your brothers and yet…” Jacaerys angrily fires back. “And yet neither of my brothers warned me. Whether she had a hand in it or no, she warned me. She saved your mate. Does that warrant distrust?” You quickly shoot. Jacaerys takes a deep breath, before putting a hand to your cheek and softly rubbing it. “I simply do not wish to see you disappointed if she turns out to be the same as your siblings.” Jacaerys reveals. His words move you, and soften your heart, you grab his hand and nuzzle into it. “Trust me. I know my sister.” You say softly. “Very well.” Jacaerys says giving into you. “How was that an odd dream then?” He asks cocking his head to the side. Your scent sours a bit remembering that par, prompting him to pump out more pheromones to help calm you. “Perhaps Joffrey’s passing has affected me more than I thought. In my dream she told me her son Jaehaerys was slain. That Rhaenyra sent them in retribution for Joffrey.” You reveal sadly, hugging your knees. Jacaerys embraces you and kisses the back of your head. “It was just a dream my love. No one would deign to harm a babe.” He assures. The two of you switch positions in the tub. You lather his hair up before rinsing, and scrub his body diligently. The two of you start getting dressed, as a knight of the Queensguard enters. “Her Grace, will be holding a meeting promptly. Do not delay. We’ve received troubling news from King’s Landing.” The knight says bowing before leaving. You and Jacaerys share a knowing look. The news has a pit forming in your stomach, you tell yourself it was just a dream, and yet.

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Yandere Ghost x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: A little introduction to very pretty and demure yan ghost x gender neutral reader, perverted behavior, mentions of cheating and murder, he wants to be your one and only.

Yandere ghost had been alone for five hundred years. He had seen many people come and go, and none of his lovers had last long. They were all peaceful people who accepted death and their untimely demise, and no matter how hard he would beg for them to become a spirit and stay with him—they chose to go to heaven. Yandere ghost was scared to let go. He wanted to be on earth forever.

Yandere ghost had the prettiest hair that rivals the finest silk. Before he had died, he was a paramour. He fell in love with a married woman that made him want to be the best version of himself. He started to learn all the beauty secrets he could, traveling around the globe for the best ingredients for his skincare and hair. He dabbled in makeup, adding a bit of rouge to his cheeks and stained his lips pink. He took care of his body well. He used sugar to wax any hair on his torso or legs, and slathered scented creams he made himself so he smelled rosy. He made sure he would massage his legs and face after he woke up, and put ice on any puffy areas.

Yandere ghost was murdered by his ex-lovers husband. He didn’t like to dwell on his death, and he hadn’t exactly been truthful to you about it as well. He didn’t want you to think lowly of him for being the “other woman” and breaking a relationship apart. But, when he does get unwanted memories from that unfortunate night, he appears in your bedroom. You could feel his presence whenever he comes and goes, his cold hand would gently tug at your blankets, and you shivered as his body slowly sided next to yours. He would play with your pajamas, kiss your cheeks and bite on em. Not too hard, but enough so he could see his teeth marks.

Yandere ghost was grateful that you weren’t creeped out by the sight of him rubbing his cheeks on your inner thigh. He liked resting on your lower half since it was so unbelievably warm. He liked pressing his tongue against the crotch, and he smiled often at the wet spot that usually formed down there. He doesn’t want to be too forward with you, so simple touches like these was all he did. He kissed the fabric of your underwear, trailing upwards to your midriff, and his fingers grazed over the soft skin of your thighs. Yandere ghost was more active during the night time, and he preferred to keep himself hidden from you. Sometimes, he would pop out if you had another man over. His beautiful face would twist into disgust, and for a brief moment, he would reveal the most ugly parts of himself to the man he considered to be “trespassing.”

Yandere ghost was a little mischievous and jealous man. He didn’t like seeing you with anyone else because he had felt like you were the one. Yandere ghost was a man of many talents. He could rip his body into half on command, his intestines hanging like strings, and his mouth could detach from the jaw. He often liked to scare the men by hovering over them, his eyes wide and white without a pupil on sight, and his breath that reeked of spoiled fish would waft into their nose. If that didn’t work, he would beg them to free him from this house, and scream that there was a curse for any man that stepped foot on this land. He would crawl on the ground, sobbing endless black tears. Every time they would snitch on him… yandere ghost just disappeared immediately. He wouldn’t want you to see this jealous side of him.

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You smell good ~ Yoichi x Male Reader

Hanging out with Yoichi, and he notices your smell... and then you notice his. Top!Yoichi x Bottom!Reader word count: 2.7k - this is so much longer than expected lmao Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI Smut warning: Musk/scent kink, crotch and armpit sniffing, pubic hair, dirty sex

Yoichi and you were paired up for whatever camp-work you had to do that day - alone and separated from everyone by quite the distance

It wasn't exactly awkward, but it's not really that easy to strike up regular conversation with the guy who rearranged your guts like a week ago

Jeez, you don't want to think back on that - not because you didn't like it, but if you ponder on it for too long blood will rush to areas you don't want it to rush to

Luckily, after a couple of minutes of working in silence, Yoichi strikes up a conversation - to him, the situation was anything but awkward, he found some sort of comfort when alone with you

Chatting about your lives, future, and family made the work go a little faster - and you really enjoy talking to the wolf-boy

The conversation even became deep at one point, offering words of comfort and warm smiles as Yoichi talked to you about his days on the streets

As the talk kept going and the workload slowly lessened, you guys almost finished up - you had just gotten stuck on your final step

You were very obviously frustrated and struggling with a stupid wrench - your arms not strong enough to start with, but you were also holding the wrench wrong...

"Oi... need help, softy?" Yoichi says with a lift of his eyebrows and a teasing grin

"No!........... Yeah... Yeah I do, please" you quickly give in, that fucking wrench making you want to cry

Yoichi chuckles in a needlessly attractive way as he walks over to you, sitting next to you - covering your hand with his masculine, veiny one as he takes the wrench with his other hand

A few moments pass by as Yoichi finishes your work up and you notice him inching closer and closer to you - his nose pointing up slightly as if he was actually a fucking dog

"Hey... you smell fucking good" Yoichi says as his head snaps towards you

Sniffing closer and closer to towards you, the wrench dropped on the floor, his sharp face moving against your neck as he smells you

Yoichi really looks like a wolf in this moment, nuzzling at your neck subtly, his body holding onto yours to keep him up as he leans into you, the wolf-boy continously complimenting your scent and soft skin

"Ah- Thanks? It's just water and y'know soap..." you say, blushing profusely at the muscular man's body almost being on top of yours at this point

"Huh? The fuck is 'soap'?" Yoichi ask as he moves away from your neck, hand on your shoulder still holding himself up as he looks at you with a cute, confused look

"Y'know... soap?? Like the bar or gel that you have to use to actually clean yourself?" You question, a worried look on your face as the confused look on Yoichi's simply increases

"Wait a minute..." you mumble, holding onto Yoichi's camp shirt to move yourself closer to you

You move your nose against him and smell

"Fuck!- DAMN YOU STINK, YOICHI!" You shout as you dart back from the scruffy man's body - laying on the ground with your arms supporting you from behind

A strong and thick scent of sweat and manly musk wss whaf flooded your nostrils, almost making you feel light-headed

"Oi! It's the smell of a real man - what would you know? Fuckin' pansy~" Yoichi says with a cocky grin as he flexes his muscles above you - his armpits evidently damp with his dark purple armpit hair poking out

You roll your eyes as you sit up from the ground, but rolling your eyes couldn't hide the very obvious boner that you didn't notice you had...

"HOLY SHIT DUDE HAHAHAHA!" Yoichi bursts into laughter as he pointed at the tent in your camp shorts - you blushing profusely as you move your hands to cover the situation

"See, baby, even you can't deny how the smell of a real, sex-machine of a man affects you!" Yoichi says with a cocky smirk, crouching down to your level as his legs spread in a slutty way, showing off his built thighs

"Now let's deal with your little problem... and also the huuuge~ problem you've cause me with that cute look on yer face" Yoichi teases you, gesturing to his hardening cock between his sweaty thighs

"NOW?! Anyone could see us! Are you crazy, Wolf-boy?!" You say with shock on your face, but Yoichi just chuckles

"Don't worry your pretty little head, no-one even comes round here. Plus we're hidden behind a cabin~" he mumbles in your ear coyly as the buff man pushes you against the cabin wall and crawls on top of you

'He's one to call my head little...' you think to yourself as Yoichi undresses above you, his godly fucking muscles flexing as he takes his Camp shirt off

In this close proximity, Yoichi's scent is all that you can smell, his musk making your dick twitch - along with the sight of Yoichi's built arms and bushy armpits

The manly scout licks his teeth and sticks his tongue out with an open-mouth smirk - "heh heh~ you just can get enough of me, can you? Fuckin slut"

Your mind is basically turning to mush at this point from the man's smell, his killer body, and most of your blood going to your cock and not your brain; so you just nod in agreement at Yoichi's degrading remark, making the cocky man chuckle some more

Your shirt is thrown aside along with Yoichi's, his hands around your throat and waist as he brings his wet lips to yours - his tongue immediately dominating yours into a wet and fierce kiss

You moan into the brutish man's mouth, pathetically attempting to grind your dick against his

After getting his fill of your lips, Yoichi moves down your neck and past your collar bone to your nipples - attacking your sensitive buds with his teeth and tongue as you whimper and moan his name, egging the purple-haired man on

Once your nipples are puffy and red, bite marks creating a perfect border around each bud, Yoichi wipes the spit off of his chin with his thumb in one swipe and looks down at you with incredibly horny eyes

"Your turn now, clean me up~ You're the one who said i needed a bath, fuckin' priss" and in saying that, Yoichi flexes an arm behind his head and uses his other to filter his fingers through your hair and push your head into his intoxicating musky armpit

You were shocked for about 2 seconds until you let Yoichi's manly smell envelope you - his incredibly bushy pits, wet and dark in colour, filling your nostrils to the brim

"Hahahaha! New you'd fuckin' love it, lick 'em clean, (n/n)!" Yoichi laughs from above you, and you obey his command - your brain Turing into goo from the wolf-boys scent

You immediately start to lap at Yoichi's hairy, sweaty pits - the salty yet enjoyable taste on your tongue turning you on even further

Yoichi smirks at the feeling of you desperately grinding your still clothed crotch against his thigh, but he sadistically ignores your wordless pleas for friction

The dominant, muscular man getting even more turned on by the horny, dazed, even hypnotised look in your eyes as you mouth at his armpit

The salty taste long faded away, Yoichi armpit was now very wet with your spit

"Fuck you really loved that didn't ya? How bout you get to the main course though, pretty boy?" Yoichi says with a horny grin, the nickname he only calls you when he wants you turning you on an inexplicably lot

With that, you sadly parted from the man's now clean, hairy armpit and rearranged your body in turn with Yoichi

You gently pushed the masculine male back onto his ass, his muscular, sweaty legs spread to make just enough room for your head

You get on all-fours and crawl closer to Yoichi's crotch - making his dick twitch and even giving him an idea for future role-playing

As Yoichi takes his shorts off while trying to hide his excitement, you nuzzle your head against his thighs - actually starting to get high from Yoichi's musky, sweaty scent

Finally, Yoichi was left in only his signature, stary purple, incredibly loose boxers

You dart your head towards his clothed crotch instantly - making Yoichi chuckle at your actions while watching you intensely

Everything you did made Yocihi like you more and more, you were just so fucking hot and cute in the way you were sorta clueless yet doing your best

You start to smell Yoichi through his loose boxers, pushes your nose against his crotch as you inhale the scent of not only his incredibly sweaty and definitely unwashed boxers but also the smell of his sweaty, reeking cock and balls

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your face floods with a blush, turning making Yoichi's dick twitch at the sight as he let's out a passing comment and a groan

You push your nose deeper in the man's crotch, inhaling his intoxicating scent and starting to lap at his balls through his baggy boxers

As you soaked Yoichi's already musk drenched and partially cum-stained boxers, the muscular man above you began to get impatient and desperate for you

"C'mon pretty boy... get yer fill and lemme fuck you already~" Yoichi groans from the limited simulation of your tongue on his clothed cock

You chuckle at his remark while visibly dazed, but comply with the dominant man - running a hand up his crotch and slipping two fingers under his waistband

You pull his waistband and hook it under Yoichi's saggy, heavy balls, keeping his underwear down

His massive, thick cock springs out, resting on your face as his scent thickens x100

His veins are prominent and lead all the way down to his base, which is absolutely covered by bushy, dark-purple pubes which reek of Yoichi's manly musk

You don't suck the man off, instead opting to smell him even more while barely giving him a few kitten licks from time to time

In situations like this, you liked to threaten Yoichi's dominance just a little - and you could tell it turned the masculine man on

Fuck was his stink so fucking good, intoxicating, you can feel yourself getting drunk off of Yoichi's scent as you wrap a soft hand around his fucking thick cock and move it to the side to stuff your nose with his damp pubes

Yoichi groans at your touch and at your licks, your tongue gently grazing the man's veins and very rarely touching his tip and foreskin

By the time you'd gotten your fill of the muscular man's smell, Yoichi was already twitching violently, his mouth slightly agape as he drooled from his need of further stimulation

"Haha... c'mon, Bigboy! Where's that dominant attitude from before, huh?" You tease Yoichi, getting up from his crotch and sitting on his lap, grinding your ass against his cock

Yoichi snaps out of his daze with a 'tsk' and a deep, short chuckle - his strong, rough, veiny hands moving to grip your waist as his hips grind up into you

Yoichi holds himself up against the back of the cabin, which is actively hiding you both, allowing his hips to slightly lift up off the ground to rut against you even more

He sits up and hugs you, his muscular arms around your waist as his hands fix on your cheeks

Yoichi spreads your ass and lines his cock up with your hole, his head on your shoulder looking over to make sure his can line his cock up to your hole exactly

The warmth of his body gave you comfort, his muscles against your skin turning you on a lot as his hands on ass made you even hornier

With his sweaty body against yours, muscular arms holding you in place, Yoichi kisses your shoulder and starts to enter you

Your hands move to the man's built back, holding onto Yoichi as you let out a pleasured yet slightly pained moan - he stretched you out briefly as you got drunk off his cock but it still hurt

Yoichi moans against your neck as he gently bites it, moaning and groaning in pure pleasure as he buries his dick all the way inside of you

Yoichi, being quite the gentleman, gives you time to adjust to his fucking thick, big dick - his head moving off your your shoulder to kiss you passionately, his hands moving to your waist and your cheek as he kisses you with passion and with what he denies is love

Your tongue plays with Yoichi's as you adjust to his size, and once that happens, you subconsciously start to grind your hips against Yoichi - making the woldboy smirk against your lips

Yoichi starts to move you up and down on his dick, his hips also working to fuck into you

All pain having evaporated, you get overwhelmed with pleasure from the stretch and from Yoichi's massive fucking cock punching your prostate at every thrust

Your nails dig into the man's muscular back, dragging pinkish scratch marks down Yoichi's back as you moan his name and whimper into his ear like some sorta pornstar

Yoichi bites and kisses your neck, moaning as he sets a fast and rough pace with his hips, his hand gripping your waist hard, maneuvering you up and down on his cock

Your dick rubs against Yoichi's hard abs, giving you the friction you need to approach your climax

The purple-haired man is also getting closer by the second, your previous teasing of his cock making him last less than he did last time

Yoichi's body is drenched in his sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead sexily and your skin sticking to his

Yoichi moves an arm around your neck, pulling you away from his body to look at him and then pushing you against his muscular chest and smashing your face into the hairy crease of his armpit

Yoichi's musk is what sends you over the edge, along with his horny laugh and the feeling of him punching your prostate with his huge cock

You moan into Yoichi's body and grip onto him tightly, his arm slightly suffocating you from his strength and literal surface area due to his muscles

Yoichi, still going strong for as long as he can, keeps fucking into you throughout your orgasm, making you twitch and moan his name like a whore

Your ass clamps down on Yoichi after you come down from your earth-shaking orgasm - you warm, gummy walls tightening around Yoichi like a vice

Finally, the string Yoichi was holding onto snaps, his grip on you tightening as he hugs your body into his as tightly as he possibly could - his thrusts not stopping as he fucks you through his orgasm, practically overstimulating himself

You start to get lightheaded from Yoichi's tight 'hug', that mixed with his manly, thick musk sends you over the edge a second time, your dick spurting out a second, weaker load as Yoichi fills your insides with his thick, manly cum

Panting and weak groans/moans are all that can be heard for a solid couple of minutes once you two come down, that life-changing sex having taken it out of you both

Once you've both recovered, Yoichi gently pulls out of you and holds you up as he removes himself from your pretzel-like situation

"You all good, softy?" Yoichi asks, croutching before you with his hand holding your chin up to his face

"Heh... yeah, just a little dizzy" you mumble, pecking Yoichi on the lips

As the two of you clean up and dress back into your camp uniform, Yoichi chuckles to himself

"Still got complaints about my smell, pretty boy?" Yoichi says smugly, eyes you up with a grin

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... I still expect you to shower." You chuckle but then deadpan by the end, making Yoichi laugh to himself - his thoughts currently only on one topic; you

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force of nature

Qimir x male reader

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Warning for inappropriate usage of the Force.

“Why’re you here?” You questioned into the Force, knowing the presence lingering in your mind would answer. You remember the first day you could feel him in your mind, feeling like a dark drop added to the pool of your thoughts. You always tried to keep your mind calm and clear, but it was difficult ever since he showed up. 

Alongside the chuckle he gave, you could feel his words dripping with intrigue, “I could ask you the same thing, could I not?”

You let out an angry sign through your nose, not only was he annoying, but he was also right. “It’s not like I invited you inside,” you answered. 

The man let out another laugh, “it sure did feel like you did,” his next words came out mockingly as you tried to pinpoint just who this man was, “here I am just trying to meditate.”

In your mind, you could see bits and pieces of the man: sleek dark hair and tan skin all bundled up in dark robes. You could feel the man looking at you as well, which led to learning just how dark his eyes were. You only had a short moment of eye contact before something was forcing you out. 

“Until next time,” the man said, his voice like a whisper in the back of your mind as your connection was broken. 

Your eyes opened with a gasp as his words echoed through your ears. Your body felt heavy and weighed down, though your body was suspended in the air during your time of intense meditation. You went back down to the flood slowly, as did other items that you accidentally lifted with the Force. 

You walked to your refresher on shaky legs, knowing that a bit of cold water to your face would help. You were nervous to look into the mirror, afraid that the man might be there on the other side.     

“Looking for me?” He questioned, his voice low and sultry. The water dripped from your face into the sink below as you felt the connection open back up, like the man was waiting for a response. 

It wasn’t as strong as whatever he did or used, but you put your own walls up, blocking the man out. You had other things to tend to. The last you got of him that day was a laugh as his presence washed over you one last time before it was gone. 

—

“What have you invited me in on?” He asked, startling you. 

Your mouth opens with a yell, “get out!” You hissed angrily aloud. Your hand tightens around the base of your cock, staving off your orgasm. You were not going to let him ruin it. 

“I’m nowhere near you,” he responds. It sounded crazy, but he almost sounded sad. “I could help out, you know,” he said, and you could hear the slow grin spread out over his words as he spoke. 

“I don’t need-” you bit your lip trying to keep the noise you wanted to let out when you felt the sensation of his Force signature run across your body. 

“It seems like it,” he says back, his voice sounding like it’s right by your ear, “you seem,” he pauses, “frustrated.”

“That’s because someone’s interrupting me,” you say aloud again, this time through gritted teeth. 

“Which is why I’m offering to help,” the voice says back as it travels from one ear to the next as he speaks. 

“I can take care of myself,” you say back as you give a slow stroke to your cock. 

“You don’t think this could be better?” The voice asks, low into your head. What you see next is images of tan hands caressing your body, callused as they glide across your skin. Though he wasn’t physically in the room with you, as the images flashed through your mind, you could feel exactly where they were. 

Your head fell back against the headboard of your bed as you saw images of the man between your spread legs. There was a force keeping your body in place, but you fought against it, wanting to look down to see if the image of who the man was would come through in your mind. 

Out of your control, your legs spread to make space for the feeling of the man between them. “What do you see?” He asked.

You had to concentrate through all of the sensations you were feeling and all of the things you were seeing, but you eventually found your voice to respond, “you,” you whispered. 

“What do you feel?” The man asked, his presence now behind you. 

It was like an out of body experience as you saw in your mind the man behind you in bed. Your back was on his broad chest, one of his arms wrapped around your chest, right against the skin atop your beating heart, while the other was between your legs. 

“You,” you repeated. 

You knew that it wasn’t actually his hand between your legs, but as you stroked your cock, so did the man in your brain. You could hear his breaths in your ear as his hand slid along your cock at a perfect pace. His breathing became heavy as the hand around your cock went faster, and you swore you could feel the warmth of it at your neck. 

“I’m going to find you,” he said, his voice full of promise, “I need to find you,” the man said as he sent the image of his body laid out similar to your own. You could see his hand glide along his slick cock, the picture of it already seared into your mind. “I’ll teach you everything I know. I’ll give you everything.” 

You came with a loud moan as your cock shot ropes of cum across your chest. The euphoria you felt hit once more seconds later as the man came, sending the sensation through the open connection. 

It was nearly too much to feel as if you were being hit by another orgasm, but the feeling soon mellowed out. You were both left panting, the sound syncing up through the connection as you both came down. 

“That was better, I will admit,” you said to the man through the Force. The edges of your connection went warm as you heard the man’s laughter.

“There will only be more good to come,” he responded, a darkness to the edge of his words. 

The connection went dark after that, leaving his words echoing through your brain. 

—

“I didn’t realize I would have company,” you say out loud as your wet hands ran over your body, rubbing soap all over your skin. The lake you stood in was cold, but your body was soon coming accustomed to the chill. Perhaps it was due to the man’s warmth you felt as the connection opened back up. 

“I couldn’t resist,” the man says with a chuckle. 

“Is that what you use your abilities for? To tell when I’m naked?”

“It’s not all that I use it for,” he responds. 

“I’m in no need of help,” you say when you feel his Force signature on your skin. Maybe with your back you did, but you weren’t going to tell the man that. 

You meant the words as a joke and for the man to not take them seriously, but after you said the words, he had gone quiet. 

“Did I bore you?”

You didn’t think you did. It was only a few days since your last encounter, so if you had truly bored him, he likely wouldn’t have returned as soon as he had. 

When he answered your question, his voice sounded closer than it had been thus far, “I told you I would find you,” he said before the connection once again went dark. 

It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together: that he had been using his powers to observe the environment around you and pinpoint the planet you were on. He now knew your exact location. 

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can we cam up? eren yeager x male reader

w.c: 4.3k

genitalia terms: dick, cock, hole, fuckhole, cunt (1 time), pussy (1 time)

WARNING: spit, blowjob, rimming, anal (obvi), creampie, dirty talk, humiliation, filming, degradation, humiliation, nerd!eren, jock!reader, intoxication, may read kinda dubious but it’s 100% consensual, light d/s dynamic, alcohol, weed mention, dumbification, eren compares you to a hentai character one (1) time bc he’s deranged

a/n: i was kicking my feet twirling my locs screaming into my pillow writing this and it shows. also eren has a BIIIIG phat crush on you but i didn’t wanna get too into it… you definitely remember him, probably even sexted him w/o even knowing it was him

Let’s get one thing straight: You're not an arrogant man. Not at all— in fact, you’d consider yourself to be quite humble. This night may be about you and your winning score, but you’re humble about it. Considerate, even. So you feel no guilt when you accidentally spill alcohol on someone’s shirt, explaining that if they can somehow find you on instagram and send a DM, you’ll pay for the laundry and potential damages. The stranger peers at you with a funny glint in his green eyes as his hands pull the wet fabric apart from his skin, his glasses falling down the arched bridge of his nose.

You shrug and wave to your teammates, your football jersey loose on your form as you make way through the frat house’s large interior. Music blares in your ears for the millionth time tonight, the bass rattling your skeletal system with each increasingly tipsy step you take. Grinding, flushed bodies invade your vision, all around you as you shimmy through the sea of bodies to pour yourself another generous shot. Cool, blue rays of strobe lights dance and flicker across your eyelids. Warm, pink rays that caress your cheek like the confines of your safety helmet, the vinyl of your mouth guards. It overwhelmed you at first, so bright and unapologetic as your eyes adjusted and focused.

Somewhere beneath the tranquil hum of alcohol flowing through your veins you can feel your phone buzz in your pocket, rippling through your skin and sobering you up just a little.

Your girlfriend.

She’d been blowing up your phone all night, something along the lines of forgetting her gift for your anniversary— what was a few weeks, anyway? — and how ungrateful you were for yours. She was a good lay, a quick way to resort to getting your dick wet on particularly lonely nights; when you couldn’t stand the sound of silence dancing around your head. But that was all.

You shake the thought of her squawking voice the second you find Connie, surrounded by sorority girls with glossed lips and pink-tinted eyes. Finding solstice in his company, they’re huddled relatively close, knit together in some sort of baked clique. He’s perched over a bong, lighter in hand as he inhales the fumes with muffled haste. Pothead.

Your hand finds the crown of his head, palm nestled in the bristles of his buzz cut. Noone is allowed to touch Connie’s hair, at least not when he’s coherent enough to stop them. It usually ends in flying fists and bruised cheekbones, but all the man sends your way is a hazy glare. Someone punching the university’s all star just isn’t a good look. Especially when he’s pretty and popular with the public.

“Do that again and I’ll throw this bong at your head.” It’s an empty threat, clear of malice and slurred on Connie’s bitten lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” You steal the smoke exuding from his mouth, swishing the fog in your mouth a few times before blowing it back into his face. “Never again. Scouts honor.”

You shoot back up, mind reeling and posture straightening as a particularly pretty cheerleader hands you a bottle of something you can’t quite make out. It’s brown and rich though, smacking against the glass as you take a swig and chase it down with Connie’s leftover beer of all things.

One thing leads to another and suddenly you’re trapped between sobriety and full on plastered drunk. You remember chugging something sickeningly sweet, despite it leaving a harsh burn in the back of your throat as you took in a deep breath of victory. There were many eyes on you, loud cheers reverberating off the walls as you’re hoisted into the air for your skillful performance and high-fived by your frat brothers. But there are those green eyes again, staring straight through you with a look you can’t quite place.

Not that you can place much. You’re shitfaced.

He smells good, you later discover. There’s a strum of wind as he pushes forward and straight by you, weaving through the crowd like he’s invisible. The swaying of bodies— the sight is still so freshly imprinted in his brain, and it makes his head swim while liquor glides across his tongue, clumsy and inexperienced. He must not get invited to parties often. Or maybe he does, and you’ve just never noticed him.

He’s quite nerdy, some sort of graphic design on his stained shirt that resembles that of a video game or cartoon logo, and a poor excuse of a beard litters his chiseled jaw. And oddly handsome, pale face flushed from the alcohol, pink and pooling at the apples of his cheeks as he stares at you expectantly. But you’re not into men, and all the shots in the world couldn’t get you to even think of advancing with one. He quirks his thick brow in passing, settling back into his seat with a depleting mumble you can’t make out under the loud music.

But the alcohol paired with the sultry music-choice is doing things to you, you can’t help but stare longer than you should when he swallows down his adams apple, throat bobbing as he downs a fruity drink. His tongue darts over his lips, quick and steady as he nods along to the bass. You’re thinking with your dick, pushing past the batting lashes of cheerleaders and curvy bodies of sorority girls until you’re uncomfortably close to the guy who won’t stop looking at you.

“Do you- do you have a staring problem?” You ask, a slight slur to your voice as your face leans in close enough to count the nerd’s lashes individually.

Just to reiterate, you’re not arrogant. In the slightest.

He jumps back in response to the evasive question, strands of hair falling over his glasses as his emerald eyes roam your face. The lines are blurring now, his nerdy, almost irritating face looks kissable and inviting— his parted lips look warm and skilled. You can smell the pineapple on his tongue, sweet and citrusy.

“You heard me,” You hiccup straight into his face, watching his gorgeous features distort into something not even remotely akin to disgust, which makes confusion rack your brain. “Do you talk, or what?”

Your tongue is sharp, much to Eren’s chagrin. You’re too pretty to talk to people like that, especially him. He may look the way he does, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to him like that. It’s not like he can’t recognize a brat when he sees one. Usually, you’re a bubbly team player— everyone likes you, even if they say they don’t. Still, he shakes his head, humoring your drunken irritation. He understands, at least a bit, as he has a natural temper of his own.

Truthfully, Eren has been keeping his eyes on you for the past millennia. It started when he accidentally walked in on your practice, a sunny day that simply got brighter when he saw your face, cheerful and bright as you joked along with your teammates— Jean, Reiner, Levi? Was it? It didn’t matter, his focus was on you.

You and your sinfully tight compression shorts. You and your hands that curl into fists as you grasp at his sheets like a lifeline, as if holding them tight will somehow keep him inside of you, right where he belongs.

You and your stupid football that’d smacked him right in the face at full speed. But it was in his favor, you came running over apologetically as he rubbed away the blooming bruise. Your voice was sweet then, a melodic chirp that he couldn’t stop thinking about since then. He wants to hear it break.

It seems you too always meet at the expense of his dignity. But not tonight.

“Your phone is buzzing,” Eren grunts, sliding his glasses back up his nose and turning his head away. His glasses are fogged up, but it might just be saving his pride. He’d rather not get hard in front of the person he’s been fantasizing about for the past few months, not when you clearly had no recollection of him. He doesn’t blame you. “My bad. I’m not, yknow, stalking you or anything.”

“Oh, because staring for hours and stalking are very different things,” You’re staring at his lips now, ignoring the vibration in your hand. The second your phone screen lights up you slam it face-down into your front pocket. There isn’t an ounce of remorse in his voice, like his response is calculated and open-ended. “What if I like that?”

Your eyebrows wiggle, even with the mind splitting sensation of your brain beating against your skull. Almost as hard as your heart hammering in your chest. Eren’s scoff is barely audible over the music, but the comment has his heart racing.

You pull him in by the collar of his t-shirt, fists bunched up in the dark fabric as your lips press against his. It’s feverish and sloppy, your teeth occasionally grazing his own. His mouth is hot and wet, fruity essence on his tongue as it slips past your lips and into your mouth. You’ve never had a kiss feel this good. He nips at your bottom lip, pearly teeth digging into the skin until he feels you make an embarrassingly high pitched noise in your throat.

There’s a twinkle in his teal eyes as his posture straightens, slowly leaning back to catch a breath of fresh air (as fresh as it can get, anyway). You watch him readjust his position, lifting his hips instead of his actual body, practically rutting into the thickening air as he shifts. His bubblegum lips curl into a lazy smile as his fingertips circle the rim of the red solo-cup he’s been drinking from. “What if I like you?”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“Your phone just doesn’t shut up, does it?” There’s clear agitation in his voice, his arched eyebrows furrowed as your feet carry you somewhere much more secluded. Eren trails behind you, his eyes glued on the mound of your ass as you walk. He has to help you occasionally, without even knowing the layout of the place, just so you don’t fall over. The light shine of your phone screen emits across your hip, and he can see the contact of whoever it is that’s so deeply desperate for your attention.

Too bad it’s all on him.

“I’m a pop— popular man.” You finally respond, shutting the door behind you to what Eren assumes is your bedroom in the frat house. It’s between two other bedrooms and across from three more, with a sizable closet that holds more trophies than clothing.

“Can see why, pretty mouth like that,” The words slip before he can think, but it’s worth it to see the way you oh, so conveniently hiccup in response. The implication of you being some type of campus whore makes your throat feel tight, and you can’t help but twitch in your tight pants. “Talks a lot of shit, though.”

“You talk too much.” Correction: he doesn’t talk enough. But you shut him up with a kiss anyway, hungry and frantic because whatever this is, whatever you feel when you look at him, you don’t want it to end. His hands travel under your shirt, cold from his previous icy drinks, and you squirm under his palms. He spreads goosebumps across your skin, and when his fingers brush the bud of your nipples you can’t help but jolt where you stand.

A malicious grin snakes across Eren’s face, all teeth and predatory as he runs his tongue over his sharp canine teeth. “Been thinking about fucking you for weeks. The whole time we were talking, all I could think about was shoving you down on my dick.”

Oh. Your cock aches at that, which is almost already too much for you, you’ve never done this before. Not with a man, not with someone who looks at you like they’re going to devour you whole. You swallow hard, alcohol dispelling from your body the more blood rushes south, and suddenly you’re on your knees, unbuttoning Eren’s jeans with trembling hands.

The door locks behind you, a small click that only the two of you can hear. You look back up at the nerd, who’s watching you intently with a smirk.

He’s a complete juxtaposition to his appearance— if you were a bad man you’d call him a loser, but he exudes dominance and power. You want to wiggle under his gaze, shifting your weight between knees. Eren’s large hands cradle your face, oddly tender and affectionate as he rubs your cheekbones, slowly sliding them to the sides of your head. He lifts your gaze, forcing eye contact.

His glasses hang low on his nose, clouded from his breath as he lets out a satisfied sigh. You want to pull on his hair, flyaways barely reaching the base of his neck as the rest remains in a ponytail.

“This okay?” His tone is beyond sincere.

“Yeah,” You breathe, momentarily losing yourself in the forest of his irises. Blinking rapidly, Eren removes his hands from your head to free himself from his jeans, his long cock decorated in a small vein that disappears below his head. It’s pretty, arched against his stomach and dripping onto his shirt. The leaking precum makes you wonder how long he’s been hard. “Yeah. This is—this is more than okay.”

“Open,” It’s more of a command than anything, Eren’s very hands on, his fingers slipping into your mouth to pull at the corners of your mouth. Your tongue covers your teeth, your mouth watering as his salty fingertips graze your tongue. His other hand is busy working at the head of his cock, twisting smooth circles over the slit until it crashes down against your tongue. Again, and again, and again. “Good boy.”

You find yourself drooling on your jersey, sucking in a deep breath through your nose as his tip rests on your tongue. He goes slow at first, letting you suck on the tip while his fist roams his shaft. You’re a big boy, he knows you can handle much more than just the head— even if he is thick. Your eyes water immediately, gagging instinctually as he shoves his dick deeper into your mouth. “Say thank you.”

Before you can pull away with an answer, both hands return to the back of your head, holding you in place. He encourages you to breathe through your nose, cooing at your inexperienced efforts to catch the drool escaping your mouth, and even goes as far as to wipe one of your tears, “Gonna thank me? F’letting you be such a good, warm n’ wet hole for me?”

You feel yourself nodding, blinking hazily as he rocks in and out of your mouth. There’s a sound you don’t recognize coming from your throat, squelching and soaked, and it has you whimpering on the mouthful of cock. You don’t mean to make such a pitiful noise, but it feels so good, letting yourself go a little brainless over a cute boy.

You slurp loudly— not on purpose, but it earns a throaty chuckle from the man above you. He pulls out to let you breathe, his cock slowly sliding up your throat and past your lips until all you can do is whine and lean forward, lips wet with spit. The tears in your eyes spill unabashedly, your face nearly crashing against his dick.

“Thank you.”

“Hm? For what?”

You want to groan, to bang your fists against the wall because he’s being so mean. He knows what you mean, you know what you mean. Regardless, still focused on his cock just inches away from your face, you moan against nothing. It’s a light noise, breathy and quiet but effective enough to make his cock jump. “Please, please— I mean- fuck, thank you for letting me be…yours.”

Eren tuts, feigning annoyance as he grips your chin between his fingers, digging into the soft skin so you’re actually focused on his face. You smile into his palm, eyelashes batting against your cheek and he just can’t help but spit onto your cheek.

“What, d’you just go dumb the second you see some dick?”

You’re barely listening, instead grinding against the fabric of your jeans because his touch treatment has you feeling some kind of way. “Does your girlfriend know her boyfriend’s a cockslut too? Does she know other boys spend their nights getting your holes wet, fuckin’ you in the same bed?”

It’s much easier to hear the vibrations in your pocket now that you’re alone, the only barrier between you being the muffled music on the other side of the door. Eren’s hand leaves your jaw, and you have no complaints when he helps you to remove your jeans.

The jersey can stay on, though. He wants to fuck you in it.

He pushes you into your bed, watching you bounce in the mattress in nothing but your jersey, and helps himself into solely his birthday suit. You’re just as exposed, seemingly moreso, as he pulls your bottom half into his lap. It’s an odd position, not anything you’re used to, maybe your exes and past hookups— but never you.

Eren hunches over, his breath tantalizingly close to your hole. First, he licks a fat stripe across the surface, holding your thighs open when they threaten to instinctively close. You can’t prop yourself up on your elbows at this angle, your feet dangling over his shoulders while he holds you up. The nerd is stronger than he looks.

His tongue is hot and wet, and you feel yourself clenching when a glob of spit lands on your hole. He massages it in with his ring and middle finger, and your body finds itself squirming against his touch. You expect fingers, one at first, maybe, then another. But instead he uses his tongue, lets it dip inside and lap at your insides. Eren looks hungry, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he spreads you open and holds you there with an iron grip. A punched-out “Eren!” leaves your lips the second his tongue is lapping you up, leaving tingles up your spine and smog in your brain.

He kneads his fingers into the fat of your thighs, nipping occasionally where your skin folds into your ass, just to get another choked whine out of you. And, oh, you whine. The intrusion isn’t unwelcome, in fact, the feeling of Eren’s face slick with his spit as he tries to get his tongue as deep as he can into you makes your toes curl. You fist your bedsheets, finding comfort in the pillows you’re pressed into, and go as far as to hold yourself open for the man while he goes to grab something.

“Oh, baby. You shouldn’t have,” You shiver at the sound of his dark chuckle, and squeal when his ring finger finds a spot next to his tongue. “Look at that. Hole’s leaking. You just sit here and look pretty while I fuck it on my tongue, hm? Think you can do that?”

“Mhmmm, mhm, yeah! I can— I can do that, ‘Ren.” You sound like a bitch, with your nose buried in your pillow as you moan with every brush to that special spot inside of you. Your cock jumps against your stomach, leaking into your belly button and down your chest. Your jersey is ruined, but so are you, especially when Eren rubs your cock once, twice—

Holy shit. You’re cumming.

“That’s it, come on, give it to me.” Your jersey catches it all, right over your reserved number and embroidered nameplate. Your brain is too fried for you to care, tears streaming down your face as your hole flutters on his tongue and fingers. Sensitive now, moreso than you were before, you whimper and shimmy in Eren’s lap, simultaneously moving toward and away from his touch. He keeps you where you are though, staring at your blissed out face through clouded glasses and licking his lips like he’s just finished eating the best meal he’s ever had. And as if that’s not enough to have you cumming again already, he places an open-mouthed kiss to your puffy hole just for good measure.

“You felt so soft on my tongue, fuck, I almost busted right on you,” His cheeks are pink, and the rosy shade blooms down his neck and disappears into his chest. He pulls you forward by your wrist, sucking on your tongue and licking over your lips so you can taste yourself. He’s gonna be the death of you.“Bet this hole’s gonna be even softer. Nice and warm while you take my cock. Gonna let me cum inside? Pump that soft cunt full until it’s all creamy and used?”

He’s so filthy, so unashamed. The nickname doesn’t go unheard, and despite the slutty moan that you let out in response, part of you wants to pinch him just for that. Damn Eren and his shameless mouth! But you nod anyway, an everlasting stream of ‘yesyesyes’ floating in the air as he lines himself up to finally give you what you’ve been gagging for so prettily.

Eren just can’t help himself. Not when you’re folded up and presenting yourself to him like this. Not when your eyes are wide and your lips are parted and you’re letting out such pretty sounds. Sounds that belong to him. Plus it’s not all on him, you’re the one with an unlocked phone. You’re the one with space in your camera roll.

He’s sure the camera is shaky, maybe even a little blurry, but he makes sure to get your face in it, fucked-out and crosseyed as he pounds his dick into you, keeps you steady with his hand on your jaw. A string of precum connects you together, pooling at your ass and Eren’s thighs as his hips crash down, yours convulsing upward to meet him halfway. It’s a bit half-assed on your part, but who’s gonna blame the guy getting fucked stupid?

“‘Ren, you’re,” You sob in disbelief, eyes rolling along with your hips. “You’re— ohh, you’re fuckin’ me.”

He smiles down at you, feral and heated as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass. He never seems to stop, always chasing that feeling of you clamping down on him even when you’re almost too sensitive to take it. “That’s right, I’m fuckin’ you. Just how you like it, hm? Right in your fuckhole. S’what it’s there for, right?”

“That’s—“ Absurd? Vulgar? Objectification? It’s hot. It’s hot and you know it, Eren knows it, and your dick sure as hell knows it too because you can feel your next orgasm coming. “Yeah. N’my fuckhole.”

He makes a pleased sound in response, groans and pants joining your moans when he speeds up, his slow and deep strokes becoming fast and hollow, pounding that sensitive spot deep inside you over and over and over. “Should train you to take this dick.”

“Hold on,” Despite looking straight at him you can’t understand what he’s saying, not until his glasses are placed over your eyes and you’re blinking away the prescription blur. You struggle to collect yourself, wailing as you reach for his free hand that begins to nestle between your jawline and your neck. He squeezes affectionately, lets you cry and arch on his cock while he breathlessly sighs, “You look straight outta my favorite hentai.”

And, technically, you’re making a sextape now. A tape that showcases closeups of his cock disappearing deep inside you, pummeling your puffy hole until it carves the shape of his dick into you. Until only Eren can fit, big and thick and unbelievably deep. A tape that has you, a popular and well-known straight jock, crying on the dick of a guy you just met.

“Eren, m’gonna… ‘Ren—” You may as well scream, your body tensing as you spray across your chest — when did your jersey get bunched up enough to expose you like that? — sticky cum shooting out your spent cock until you’re twitching, handsfree and body ablaze. He doesn’t let up, castelon eyes narrowed as he fucks you through it, watching more cum squirt from your cock, milking himself for all he’s worth. “Inside, wanna be full, I deserve it, please, Rennie.”

He bounces you a few times, watching you fall back onto his cock until he feels himself aching hard, hard enough to start cumming inside you. It’s the nickname that gets him, groaning loud as he pumps a load inside you. It’s messy, and downright pornographic watching his cum leak out of you, just for him to fuck it back in with the head of his dick. It’s clear you feel proud of yourself for making him tremble inside you, and Eren takes the opportunity to scrapbook the memory.

“C’mere,” He’s not asking, simply pulling you closer to the camera so it can focus on your cum-stained face. “Smile for me, baby. Tell your ‘girlfriend’ how much you like it in your pussy too.”

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2:06 | 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

bottom!reader, top!armin, dom/sub dynamics, cis male!reader, degradation (Armin receiving), praise kink, drool, cum, yandere!armin, mentions of dubcon but no actual dubcon, mean reader tbh, calls Armin a loser and a freak, mentions of frottage, breeding kink fosho, and I think that’s all??? Oh yeah nickname pup bc I’m disgusting and insatiable

SMUT, MDNI!!

“‘mma good boy” that’s all I can hear over and over again. A soft puppy boy who’s so obsessed with me, secretly wants to be a perfect little pup for me. Plays with himself so much jus’ thinkin about me praising him, touching him all over.

I want to let him slide the tip in and force him to pull out after. Watch him squeal when he slips all the way in, gets three thrusts, and then tell him to pull out again and stroke himself.

He is such a good boy. That’s why we get to have all the best playtime adventures.

Armin doesn’t like to think about how much he touches himself to the thought of you. He doesn’t like to think about the way he imagines your cock chubbing up with his cum all over your face. The way he wants you to crave him the way he craves you. His little whimpers melt his cheeks pink in embarrassment every time he fucks his hand into oblivion, in the dark, at night sitting in his apartment all alone.

You two are supposed to be causal. Normal. And Armin totally is normal. He’s so, so normal actually. So normal that he doesn’t even follow you around with a camera anymore to take pictures of you bending over in public or drop things purposely under furniture to watch your ass as you bend down to slip his belonging back out from underneath. Nope.

Instead, he waits for nights like these where you coo at him, your lip sucked up between your teeth as your eyebrows furrow, nails digging into the pale surface of his skin as he begs to put it inside.

Armin’s cock is bright red, leaking all over and screaming for attention. You’re such a tease, he can see your dick twitching on your stomach in a not-too-far off state, yet you still refuse him.

“‘Mma good boy..” the blonde whines impatiently, his thin lips wide open. Hot breaths of air fan out over his chest as he tucks his chin to watch your cock between spread legs, so desperate to rub his own against it. “Please.” He feels pathetic. Is pathetic. He’ll wait all night just to let you torture him. His blue eyes linger over how wet your skin is, the creases in your legs as you spread them open for him, the pulsating of your hole.

“Just the tip” you whisper. The syllables curl over his ears like smoke, sucking him in through your lips and swallowing instead, keeping him locked up inside of you. His knees waiver and his eyelids collapse in relief, a small moan of gratitude spilling through his pouted lips.

“Oh god” the heat of your tight rim makes Armin’s thighs feel like water. “Please, more” he wants to feel the clenching of your hole up against the base of his balls. Let his eyes roll back as he fills you up, all creamy and sticky.

“I don’t know baby, look how red your cock is!” Armin’s length twitches as you lick the tip of your finger, pouting as you lower it down and brush the twitching skin of his cock so gently he might as well be imagining it. “You might cum inside too early..”

The blond rolls his tip in your hole, elbows quivering when you squeeze him. The voice in his head teases him, tells him that you’re sucking him in, that you want him in you deep but won’t say it.

“Please!” He feels like such a loser as his mouth drops opening and his heavy panting begins to fan over your face, a pretty pink tongue twitching in his mouth with each breath of restraint. You think about it, tapping your lip with the same finger that touched his cock, making him feel insanely greedy and sick in the head.

“Okay, baby. No cumming ‘till I say, got it?” Armin nods but he’s not all the way there. He watches as he sinks all the way past the ring of your ass, bitch in heat moans liberating themselves from him and he can’t suppress the sounds. His blue eyes roll back in his head and his face screws up all cute, squealing like a kicked puppy.

Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it. He has to tell himself this over and over to avoid fucking you, planting his feet in the mattress and taking you until he can’t squirt out any more of his disgusting cum. He can imagine it now, the look of surprise on your face as he defiles you, watching you kick and hit him as you yell at him to stop, tell him what a disgusting loser he is. Somewhere between when he began pushing in and his depraved mind running wild, you tell him to fuck you slowly. Which, of course, he does.

He pulls out once, face getting pink and hot as he pushes in again, balls clenching sporadically against your asscheeks as he tries to hold in his orgasm, stomach concaving in the effort. He pulls out twice and mewls out a desperate “pretty please” that makes your walls almost lock down on his cock. A little spurt of cum dribbles out of his tip and his hands almost rip the sheets between his fingers.

“Pull out, pup” it’s a demand and he knows it. His stomach drops and he tries to protest with a shaky no that you don’t accept.

“Pull out or I’ll leave you here to cum all alone, you perverted freak” the harsh tone has him pulling out slowly, his cock wet and sticky from his own pre.

“Good job, pup” you praise, tapping his tip with your finger, then pinching it between your thumb and index. “Now jerk” Armin doesn’t want to, not at all. His body trembles, skin so hot he just wants cum all over you, thinking it’ll cool him down to unload across your body. It won’t make him a bad boy if he licks it off after, right?

Instead he listens. He makes a pathetic excuse for a hole, barely grazing his own girth as he fucks his fist. It’s not fair, not fair.

“What a loser, Armin. Makes me so hard” your words make his cock squirm, his body interpreting it as praise. He doesn’t want to cum like this.

“S-stop!” He protests, biting his lip. He’s resigned himself to humping air, but for a cursed reason unknown to himself he’s still almost as close to cumming as he was before.

“Why? Your dick says you enjoy it. Don’t you want to cum? C’mon freak, it’ll feel so good”

Armin moans loudly, gooey strings of saliva stretching between the gap of his tongue and the roof of his mouth, so lewd and messy.

“N-no stop, stop it!” He stops humping, clutching the base of his cock and another hand choking his balls as he tries his best not to cum. He really, really wants to cum inside, wants to see your asshole syrupy and white. Wants to jizz all over your insides after you beg him to fill you up and cum all over your own stomach. He wants to lick up the funk off your body so bad knowing he made you do it. Knowing it’s all his.

“Awe, am I being mean?” Your timbre is so teasing. He’s so hard it’s making him physically ill. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you like this, just because you wont let him cum inside. “So desperate” you coo.

“So— so mean” Armin parrots, tantalized by the way your own fingers swirl over your hole, pushing around his cum that he left there. That little voice is creeping back up the back of his skull again, telling him how bad you want him to fuck you. Telling him to test his luck.

“Don’t I know it, pup” you pause. The look in your eyes is evil, watching as you concoct a plan in real time. His cock lurches.

“Bet it’d feel very good, huh?” Armin is confused as your hand abandons your hole, stomach flipping and throat constricting as you squeeze your own balls, length twitching as you wrap your hand around it. “Bet you’re thinking a bunch of dirty things, thinking about stretching out my hole and filling me up with all your gross cum like some sick weirdo” you grunt, massaging your tip with a curled palm.

And oh, Armin’s mind is spinning.

You’re right. You’re so right. Armin is a dirty little freak. He does want to fill you up with his gross cum. He bites his lip as he watches you fondle yourself, an utter goner.

“Please, oh, please!” The tip of his cock presses up against your hole and your hand startles away from stroking yourself, eyes wide as he grinds against your entrance. He doesn’t push in without permission. Slim crescents of his pupils remain, almost completely rolled back but not quite, face overrun with his vibrant and crimson blush. He’s debauched, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

You gain composure at his expression “What a bad—”

“‘M not a bad boy! I’m a good, good boy!” He urges, tip pulling away with a jerk of his hips before kissing your hole again. “Just please— please inside! So bad, I need it! Please!” Armin’s baby blues bore into yours. You want to deny him so bad, but his begging is starting to make you needy. You almost came the first time he fucked your hole.

Armin grabs your cock without permission, stroking it and squeezing just how he wants your hole to fuck him. It takes you by surprise, moaning at the sensation of his skin against yours.

“‘M so desperate, please”

Your eyelids flutter, whispering out an “okay” because you can’t trust your voice enough to put pressure on your vocal cords.

Armin’s cock slips off your hole as he tries to push in, grunting in irritation before slipping his tip in securely and sliding into you with a slow and gradual thrust. The blond’s entire body begins to shake violently, eyes curling all the way behind his eyelids. The pleasure is so immense he can’t make a sound, desperately trying to wait for two more thrusts before he empties his spunk inside.

“Ugh, oh, oh!” He only pulls out halfway, two uncontrollable thrusts smacking against your ass before he squeaks, balls pulsing and clenching as he pours his orgasm deep in your insides. Dirty thoughts flash like lighting behind his eyelids — pressing your face into your sheets, drooling all over your neck as he cums time and time again into your hole — white seed clumping against your dark rim. Frotting against your cock, clenching your tips together with his hand, balls rubbing up against one another as he forces you to let him lick every inch of your mouth in a kiss.

His orgasm withers and he pants heavily, drool dripping down your cheek. It slides into the hairline of your neck as you flutter around his cock, spurting cum over your chest and stomach.

He’s totally, so normal about you.

But he’s definitely going to start following you again, he thinks, watching you blink yourself dazedly down from your high.

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Bite Me [Hybrid AU]

FEATURING : AITO SOUSUKE (OC), DAISUKE YUICHI (OC) x male reader

In a world of hybrids, one man stands out amongst the others, a human. Enjoy one night stands with two very popular hybrids!

a bit of worldbuilding, more focused on the hybrids pov, short fic

Find out more under the cut!

It was the year 2095, technology had advanced far past, dismissing the human morale. Tall buildings began to spread more in countries, bearing a sore sight to some, an opportunity to others.

Flying cars one said, that humans would have invented the ability of having cars flew in the sky despite the obvious safety risks or legality protocols. Instead however, in the recent breakthrough in Russia back in the 2010s, human genetics have been modified, successfully producing the first hybrid through artifical insemination.

Albeit the abnormal features, its ability to even live for three years was a breakthrough for humankind. The first step was for military combat, humans gaining the genetics of animals, the ability to suppress fear, increased sight in low light or even the ferocity of violence.

An agreement was drafted, to dispose the use of these experiments, that were called hybrids. Although at first, were revolted against, slowly it was accepted into the public which had first charmed the upper class. More people had wanted these animalistic features, injecting neurological modifications into their spine to which they call 'hybrids'.

As more and more hybrids began to integrate into society, it began a trend to engrave those modified genetics into families. Humans began to marry hybrids and hybrids began to breed more hybrids.

It had gone to a point where the population of a pure human was 5% globally. The animals that were adopted into the human brain ranged from herbivores to carnivores, but the most worshipped ones were the predators, the top of the food chain.

Due to the fact that humans were slowly dissipating off the face of the earth, any pure human would receive protection from the government. Even a monthly subsidy just for existing, since these hybrids had dominated the workforce.

Even a human marrying a human could receive a yearly pension that would allow them to retire at an early age, that was how severely endangered humans were.

This didn't apply to a particular man. Black small rounded ears, barely noticeable yellow spots just located at the roots of the man walking into a bar with his companions. His long red hair, tied up into a bun, tucked behind his two pairs of ears. Brown irises that had flicker of yellow scanned the occupants of the bar, sitting at the counter with the barista.

In just a fleeting moment, the man had marked in his head who was his natural prey or his formidable opponent. Aito Sousuke, a college student studying physiological education, had the features of a black panther, mixture of the more famous leopard and jaguar combined with the rarely occuring recessive allele to produce his black ears between his locks of red.

His noticeable large fangs flicked off the cap of the beer bottle, slugging it down his throat, cheered by his similarly hybrid friends.

Sousuke was used to their Friday evening outings, although the main reason they had came here was to have fun, preferrably a feline or a bunny.

His friends had suddenly whispered amongst each other, glancing at the entrance of the bar and Sousuke was weirded out by the shift in atmosphere until he looked closer to the person walking by him.

A warm smile was present on his face, his hand swiping his locks of (h/c) back as he sat on the far corner of the counter beside Sousuke with distance between them, ordering a glass to the barista. But the most odd thing about the (h/c) was that.

He was a human. A pure human.

No noticeable animal ears on the top of his head, no gills nor abnormal nose. And his scent was different. It was blank, empty of undertone. But it was easily stained as Sousuke stared at a few other hybrids approaching the (h/c), asking to drink together as the latter declined. Their suffocating aroma mixing in with the blank slate.

There was a rumour that the humans were different than hybrids, more ways than one. Other than the physical and emotional changes, the other rumour was that the sex was much more pleasureable, especially for the hybrid.

When he saw the (h/c)'s approachers not backing off despite his rejection, Sousuke grabbed the cap of the bottle and flung it to the direction of the other hybrids, the cap embedded into the wooden wall beside (m/n).

"Stop making a fuss, ya' mutts." He bared his fangs, flashing his long retractable claws at the harassers who meekly stepped away, mumbling curses to themselves.

The human stared at him for a while, before snapping out of his own stupor. "Thank you." He mentioned with the same warm smile on his face. "I'm (m/n)."

Sousuke nodded to him. "Good to know." And the redhead returned to his drink, his friends egging him on beside him. (m/n) only chuckled to himself, the bear barista checking up on him and giving him his drink.

The night ensued, Sousuke's friends going off to dance to Latin Pop and he brushed off some felines that were asking him for a dance.

"Not feeling it tonight?"

The panther's ears twitched, Sousuke turning to the left to see the (h/c) smiling at him again. His eyes downturned, hazy from the drink with his arms crossed across his chest as he leaned on the wall behind him.

"...not really. Just came to diffuse." The hybrid replied with a slur in his voice, heat creeping up his neck. (m/n) stared at the hybrid beside him before asking again.

"What's your name?" "...Just call me Sousuke."

(m/n) tested the name on his lips. "Sousuke...Has a nice ring to it." He hummed, finishing his glass.

The redhead groaned, a heating buzz in his stomach flaring as he slumped over the counter. "Is that so?" He numbly mumbled, red hues rising to his cheeks, his long fluffy tail swishing behind him.

"Care to test it out?"

The (h/c) had a tilt to his head, as he scooted his chair closer to Sousuke's, who took a second to consider the question, the offer as he stared at his (e/c) eyes.

-

"Urmmff mmnn!"

Sousuke wasn't sure how he ended up taking the human home with him. Kicking the apartment door open, the redhead stumbled into the living room while messily making out with the (h/c).

Sousuke's tongue was noticeably longer and wider, easily licking (m/n)'s mouth, caressing his teeth, lapping up his tongue and his fangs clashing against the (h/c)'s normal ones.

(m/n)'s eyes were rolling to the back of his head. His breathing was heavy, his mouth full of the redhead's wet muscle, it was rough compared to his soft ones. Little spines on the surface that looked like tiny hooks.

Pulling out of his mouth, Sousuke placed his tongue flat on (m/n)'s neck and dragged it up to his jaw, earning a hiss from the human. It felt rough, coarse against the (h/c)'s skin, brewing tingles in (m/n)'s stomach.

As they continued to drunkenly stumble into the bedroom, Sousuke immediately ripped (m/n)'s shirt, his claws digging into the fabric and pulled it apart, exposing (s/c) skin.

The panther was heaving, sweating buckets and drooling like a madman. He could smell his own scent filling the room's, more distinct than usual. Sousuke sniffed into (m/n)'s neck, pressing his nose against his jaw before sinking in his teeth. (m/n) screamed, pushing against the panther as he shuffled his pants off.

The foreplay was rough. Sousuke's hands were thick, his knuckles had a clear curve and his palms had a padding like texture. He kept licking (m/n)'s jaw, his teeth hovering over his cheeks. There were squelches amongst (m/n)'s incoherent moans, his hole being fingered by the panther.

He was careful to avoid jamming his claws into his walls but there was a fervent burning curling in his lower stomach. Sweat accumulated at his back and his forehead. Eyesight getting hazy and his head was getting foggy.

(m/n) pushed his hand away and spread his thighs further, panting at the redhead to slip his cock in. Sousuke pulled the rest of his clothes off before mounting the (h/c) who was admiring the spots on his sides, the redhead pushed (m/n) on his back as he hooked his thighs on his waist.

The (h/c) choked on his own spit when Sousuke fucked his cock inside him, his hair splayed on the bedsheets as he moaned incontrollably. (m/n) groped his own chest while getting drilled by the hybrid.

Sousuke's heaving was getting deeper as he pounded his dick inside of the human, mushing his tip against his prostate, feeling his precum leaking all over his base. The amount of lube paled in comparison to his own bodily fluids.

"Your- mmnn! Face is red- ahn! A-Are you okay?" (m/n) placed a hand on Sousuke's cheek, directing his gaze to him and the panther felt something burst inside him.

Glossy (e/c) with fat tears brimming the the edge, drool slipping past his lips, and his messy hair from all the thrashing of his head. Unbeknownst to Sousuke, he was going into an early heat, accidentally cumming inside (m/n).

The (h/c) only made a confused noise while mindlessly jacking himself off, squirting onto his own stomach. As he regained his breathing, he sat up thinking it was over but inevitably was pushed back down as Sousuke began to rut his cock inside him again.

(m/n) mewled loudly, fat beads finally slipping down his cheeks as Sousuke began to desperately thrust his penis inside his senstive asshole. The human called out to the panther above him but he was in a feral state, growling to himself as he kept burying his nose into his crevices, desperate to find a scent.

Sousuke even tugged his arm upwards, licking (m/n)'s pit just for a whiff and the (h/c) pulled back, feeling full of the twitching cock around his walls as he tried to crawl away. The panther bit his nape as he dragged him back to the center of the bed with his claws.

Helplessly whimpering, (m/n) could only take the desperate humps Sousuke was giving him as he laid stomach down on the bed. He could feel his tail coiling over his leg. The panther was sweating buckets, his skin burning as he began to even knead his paws into the human's back.

The (h/c) cried out from overstimulation when Sousuke kept biting and chewing on the skin of his nape. He could hear a confused growl from him, the redhead was trying to mate with him by biting his scent glands but since he wasn't a hybrid, his efforts were essentially useless.

It wasn't until the seventh round where (m/n) woke up since he had passed out around the fifth, he noticed his hole was still being fucked raw, cum spilling out of his puffy rim. The (h/c) pulled on Sousuke's red hair, trying to gain his attention out of his heat.

He eventually smacked the side of his head with his palm, yelling at him to calm down. "Tone it down!" Sousuke growled back, baring his fangs at the (h/c) who slapped him again.

"Play nice, kitty." (m/n) stroked his hair, his fingers moving to scratch under his jaw as Sousuke stopped his thrusts, purring at his touch and swinging his tail. The (h/c) managed to push him to the side and the panther didn't realised how exhausted he was because as soon as he hit the bed, he passed out.

Sousuke woke up alone, his sheets damp and empty of a human. His head was hurting, the aftermath of yesterday's drinking sinking in and he remembered bits of the (h/c) but his body remembered the intense pleasure he was bestowed. The human's, (m/n)'s touch was so pleasureable to him that he had gone into an early heat in one night.

He muffled his screams with his pillow, trying to forget about his one night stand with the human as he tried to recreate the same effect with random cats he picked up at the bar but it paled in comparison to (m/n)'s flame.

Sousuke could only sulk to himself, constantly glancing out of the corner of his eyes, trying to find the same human that had bewitched his body as he prepared himself to began his studies at his college for the new semester.

-

"Yes, father. I'll check the offer letters as soon as I get back. It's just a coffee run, I don't need this many bodyguards."

His calm voice contradicted with his father's lecturing tone as he rambled in his ear about how he needed to be safe as his child. White fluffy ears perked up at the chatter of birds flying above them, a dark indent on the corner of his eyes flicker as he glanced at the soaring crows.

Daisuke Yuichi was walking downtown, in the dimming evening with five men in suits surrounding him, guarding his perimeter as they prevented innocent passerbys from standing in his way. His bushy shiny tail dimmed low, embarrassed from his predicament.

The family of Daisuke was famous for having the blood of an arctic wolf. The genetics were plucked clean from the body of a white beast and imbedded into the members of the Daisuke family, and ever since then, they had tried to keep the bloodline pure by marrying humans or other white wolves.

Daisuke Yuichi was a fresh highschool grad, still hadn't made his choice for college despite not being in school for a good a year and a half now, his father wasn't too temperamental on his education. He could afford his son's lifestyle in anyway he liked.

The man had dark black hair, in contrast to his white thick fur on his prominent ears and large bushy tail that matched his deathly pale skin.

Amongst the random pedestrians he encountered, his sensitive nose felt itchy when he and his barrage of guards had walked past a specific person.

He looked past his shoulder to see a man with (h/c) hair going about his day. It wasn't until he saw that he had no prominent animal features that he realised something was different about him. It was then that he had remembered of his family's ways of keeping the blood line clean.

The next day, he decided to walk down the same path again, now with lesser bodyguards as per his request. Almost passing by a coffee shop, he stopped in his tracks, alerting his bodyguards when he noticed the same person from yesterday, sitting in the middle of the cafe typing away at his laptop on the table.

"...I feel like buying coffee again." He shooed away his bulldog bodyguards as he swiftly entered the cafe and lined up at the counter while glancing at the mysterious (h/c).

Daisuke wasn't sure why he felt the need to go up to the human, but he felt attracted to. As he got his order, he silently went up to the table that seated the lone human. "...Is this seat empty?"

The human who took off his headphones, offered him the seat and Daisuke gladly took it, giving him his thanks and worked his charm with the (h/c).

"Oh, I just finished my foundation studies out of town. Got a scholarship offer to continue college here so I moved." (m/n) told the wolf, sipping to his latte while Daisuke haven't touched his drink.

"Interesting...so where is this college, you speak of?" His tail was swishing wildly, knocking against the tile floor in excitement as he continued to chat with the wonderful human who he learned his name of.

"Hey, I really enjoyed our talk. Is it okay if I take you out for dinner? I'll make reservations. All you have to do is show up!" He held out his phone for (m/n) to punch in who was more than happy to get a free meal as he gave his number to the wolf.

The ravenette even called the number immediately, checking the veracity as he laughed it off jokingly. Pointing out the bandage on (m/n)'s neck, the latter brushed it off assuringly as they bid their goodbyes.

That night, he suddenly felt nervous as he pulled at the collar of his neck with his expensive three-piece suit at the five-star restaurant he managed to 'nepo' his way through.

White ears fluttered excitedly when he saw the (h/c) arriving at the door as he ushered the human excitedly to their table.

-

Their last-minute dinner went really well, both of them enjoying the meals with a few flirts here and there. The ravenette didn't feel anything going off in his gut.

So how come Daisuke immediately went into a rut when he brought back the human home with him that night?

Drool was writhing down his teeth as he clenched them tightly together, Daisuke seeing red as he gripped (m/n)'s waist while pounding his hips, slamming his cock inside the writhing human.

Cries and pained moans came from the (h/c), who was squirming on the bed, trying to peel himself away from the wolf. But Daisuke grabbed his wrists and pinned them onto his bed, the ravenette pushing his pelvic against his ass, forcing the (h/c) to bend his stomach.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, in contrast with the feral look on his face. Daisuke leaned into (m/n)'s neck and ripped off the bandage with his teeth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Muttering empty apologies, a sane part of him felt sympathetic with the human but his animal counterpart was eager to claim him for his own.

Daisuke shot his cum inside the (h/c)'s hole, (m/n) yelping in shock as he squirted on his stomach. The wolf's base throbbed and swelled, forming a knot inside him as he mumbled more apologies, hugging the human underneath him.

"I-It's okay. Can you pull out?" (m/n) didn't expect Daisuke to go into a rut as he tried to adjust his bottom half but hissed in pain as his walls stretched against the knot in his hole. He let out a cry of pain as Daisuke cooed at him, growling deeply while continuously nudging his neck.

The wolf's knot deflated and as soon as he could move, his rut came back and his animal instincts took over, breeding the (h/c), or attempted to as he manhandled the human onto his lap. Sitting while thrusting his cock upwards into the human.

(m/n) whined, his legs circling around Daisuke's waist but flinched every time the wolf fucked his cock up into him while mindlessly stroking his own. The only sense of grounding was the tip of his cock driving deep inside him, mushing against his prostate as he clenched around the dick, painting Daisuke's abs with semen.

Daisuke wasn't himself at that moment, continuously slamming himself inside the human over and over, swelling and knotting him until it deflated and another round occurred. He even bit his neck at one point, his tail swishing when he saw a faded teeth mark, laying new ones over the old mark.

His ears were tense, flickering every time he came and his tails flapping against the sheets when he started a new round of sex. Daisuke was sure (m/n) had passed out at one point, his mind went blank, only his body rutting himself into the unconscious (h/c), his body moving on its own to breed the human.

Daisuke woke up to an empty bed, stumbling over in his robes as he ran to the entrance of his home, asking his guards where the human went. His ears laid flat against his head when he found out (m/n) had left early in the morning and he was more devastated when he found out the (h/c) had blocked him.

"Yeah! I definitely want to enrol here....No no. It's just, I'm suddenly interested in the course. And it's close to home."

Daisuke was busy persuading his dad over the phone, trying to assure that he was fine with studying in a not-so-prestigious college. It was the same one that the human had told he had transferred to.

Unbeknownst to all three, they were bound to study in the same college, all three with different aims in mind. Sousuke trying to achieve the level of pleasure with his one night stand, Daisuke desperate to find and woo over his ghosted date and (m/n) whose intentions were left concealed.

[END SCENE]

How mad will you guys be when i say theres no part 2 for this

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just read about demon hunter reader and demon ghost cuddling, and the first thing i thought was how ghost would react if, one of these times, reader ends up having a wet dream and dry humping his ass 😋

about time that our demon thinks of getting laid, he's disgusted and turned on at the same time

Sorry this took a while lads :Dd, I'm getting back into writing after all that shit with my school but I got a summer job as an assistant medical worker with 12h shifts every other day so It might take a bit for me to write stuff.

Hush, Hunter

CW:NSFW, MDNI, demon Simon Ghost Riley x male hunter reader, grinding, wet dreams, handjob, blowjob, size difference (demon ghost is like 11 feet tall.)

Your ‘husband’ is strange, even by demon standards.

He grumbles about the inconvenience brought on by your mortal failings and fragility, growling whenever you have to stop at a gas station to buy food or at some dingy motel to sleep. He grumbles even more about being confined in the stolen human skin suit he's forced to wear to blend in.

You can ignore the stranger with the stolen face and hellfire eyes throwing dark glares at you for the most part, except for when the demon decides to make the binding ring around your finger heat up when you spend too long talking to the pretty cashier. And it only takes a few more seconds of not paying heed to the incessant burn before Ghost Simon looms behind you, glaring at the flustered cashier like she’s a fey trying to trick you into the Fey Lord’s court.

And the big bastard never gives you any explanation on why he’s acting like that, just drags you back to your car, slamming the doors closed with enough strength to shake the entire vehicle. He’s like a cat honestly; hisses at you, but doesn’t want to let you out of his sight or claws.

But when your nightmares get so bad your only chance of sleeping is on the floor, well hidden behind the bed with your back flush with the dingy motel wall, Ghost surprises you by laying down with you. Sure he grumbles about the demeaning position - laying like some mongrel dog - but he still does it.

Ghost is on his side, his broad muscular back to you, rough inky scales swallowing all the moonlight that filters through the blinds and turning him into a pitch black wall of muscle. He’s so still you might even think he’s sleeping – you know he’s not; demons aren’t tied to mortal laws, nor are they subject to time’s iron grip, that’s what makes hunting demons so dangerous. The only indication you have that he’s awake is the occasional twitch of his tail and the slight shuffle of his wings when you accidentally get closer to him in your attempt to get a comfortable position.

You flinch when his one wing spreads out and back, but the blanket of black and blood dyed feathers soon eases the tension in your body. Probably too quickly, definitely too quickly, but Ghost doesn’t draw attention to it and neither do you and the night is cold and he is blissfully warm and he stays stock still when you shuffle a bit closer. You're glad he pays no attention to you when you get comfortable against him, barely an inch of space between you two.

His feathers tickle your face, they’re softer than you’d expect a wrath demon to have, fluffy like the down of chicks. His scent invades your nose, rough leather and steel oil and something distinctly demonic you can’t name. . . but it’s strangely comforting.

Laying only an inch or two away from a demon goes against everything you’ve ever been taught. Your nerves should be on a razor’s edge, but instead you’re calm. You don’t know why your fucked up mind finds comfort in the fact a possible threat would need to go through half a ton of murderous wrath demon to get to you. And you don’t want to think about it either, you’ve had far too many sleepless nights for your brain to care how you manage to sleep so long as you do. And the moment you close your eyes, you’re out like a light.

Ghost has gotten used to your nightmares.

Just like his father’s absent love, your nightmares are consistent. He’s almost impressed how such a frail thing like you could hunt the likes of hydras and Hell Dukes when you barely sleep a wink most nights. The longest you’ve gone is a couple of hours of restful sleep before you woke up trying to claw your eyes out. You never talk about it, nor does he, Ghost may be a demon but he knows far too well how the mind can haunt someone.

And Ghost has gotten good at telling apart the individual nightmares by how you squirm in your sleep.

It takes a little longer for the nightmare to start than usual, but he knows you’re neck deep in it when you heart starts it’s frantic drumming in your chest. He ruffles his feathers as your hands grip his sides, your breath fanning over his skin. He thinks it might be the basilisk haunting you this time by the way you press yourself flush with his back, burying your face into the space between his shoulder blades until your nose is flush with his spine, back hunching to further shield your eyes.

Ghost doesn’t, nor will he ever, mention the low happy rumble that escapes him when you snuggle up to him. His feathers fluff up, the scratchy hair of his tail flattening down - about as silk soft as he can make them. It’s little better than throwing pearls before swine, you won’t remember any of this after all, but doing this strangely doesn’t feel as much of a burden as it should.

Usually the low deep purring growling will chase away your nightmares and lull you into a dreamless sleep for a little while, but not this time. You squirm against his back like an eel, muscles tensing to grip his sides until dregs of pain dance along his spine. Your breath fans across his scales, your heart pounding in his ears like that of a rabbit’s caught in a snare. He’s just about ready to turn around and wake you before he feels it—

Your arousal pokes his back, hard like iron.

Only now does he pick up the slight sweetness of arousal in your adrenaline rich scent. “Hm- fuck.” You mumble as you roll your hips to grind your cock against him. “Slow- fuck fuck- slow down.” You breathe out, and Ghost swears this must be another part of his father’s eternal punishment. The sudden thought that your dream is of a sexual nature smites him with all the intensity of his father’s rage.

Who do you think you are, taking his little mercies for granted? Who do you think you are, grinding against him like some mongrel mutt? Who do you think you are holding him as if you are more than the eventual reward for the maggots fervent prayers? Who do you think you are—

“Ghost- Simon. . .” His name, his original name, leaves your lips; it’s the softest he’s ever heard you speak.

“Human.” He seethes and rolls around, pushing the warm feeling –warm like a campfire compared to the blistering pits down below that usually dwell in his chest– out of his mind. “Disgusting.” You’re so small compared to him, your head could easily fit in his rough hand, a momentary lapse in the binding’s protection all that it would take for his flesh rending claws to cleave through your skull. He’s thought about it often, of the look in your eyes as your life fades, of how good your blood would taste, of how nice your shoulder would look with his teeth marks on it. . .

His hand is gentle as he reaches to brush your cheek, like he’s handling glass, rumbling when you lean into the touch. “Wretched thing.” He growls, hand sliding from your cheek to your back and pulling you close. He feels you nuzzle into his wide chest, carefully bullying his thigh between yours, steel hard muscle tensing to give you a good surface to grind on. “Nothing more but a mongrel waste of flesh.” He doesn’t notice how quickly his voice has lost heat, barely above a murmur as he listens to your breathless gasp and watches your back arch.

For someone usually so guarded, you are painfully naked in flesh and soul, responding so wantonly to his touches; from low moans to soft little murmurs of ‘Simon’ and ‘more’ that has him mindlessly rubbing his thigh against your crotch in hopes of getting more of those so painfully human sounds. You moan and nuzzle into his chest, your body like soft clay in his hands now that you’re no longer shackled by the chains of pride and prejudice that your mind conjures around him

You’re like a strange bug to him; a part of him wants to pin you down, to tear you apart with vicious claws and see if there’s anything different in the way your heart beats, in the way your lungs move, in the way you exist — something substantial to show why holding you in his arms doesn’t feel as degrading as it should.

He wonders, briefly, if this is what God saw that made him love Adam so much. Why God did not have the heart to kill Adam for his disobedience.

Greed moves his hands like they’re puppets on strings, flesh rending claws carefully tracing the bumps of old and fresh scars that dot your abdomen — perhaps you aren’t so pathetic, it takes strength to survive this long. Your skin prickles from his touch, your breath fanning over the rough belly scales protecting his front as his hand slowly moves down. He hooks a claw under the band of your underwear and pulls down until your cock springs out right into Ghost’s hand.

Ghost hasn’t seen many cocks before, why would he?, but a low sound comes from his chest at how neatly your cock fits in his hand, how neatly all of you fit against him. And only now does it dawn on him that he doesn’t know how to do this— he’s a wrath demon for fuck’s sake, he understands war and bloodshed like it’s the back of his hand, but this? This is new territory.

Well, he’s never been one to back down when he’s gotten this far.

His hand slowly closes into a fist, just a little loose around you. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t be anything but gentle in the way he strokes you. Your hips move on their own, gentle little rocks to fuck your cock into his fist and he follows along with the motion. It’s a little rough at first, he feels how the dry slide of his hand makes you shiver, but he soon finds a nice pace as your precum eases the glide of flesh on flesh.

He wants to see your face when you moan, but he can’t bring himself to pull you away from his chest when you cling to him so sweetly, your lips mindlessly ghosting over his scales. So he contends himself with coiling his tail around your leg, draping a wing over you so there’s a barrier between you and the rest of the world, so no creature from heaven high or deep below may entertain the thought of taking what’s his.

No good thing lasts for long.

He feels you wake like the first thaw in spring, slow and gradual, eyes fluttering open, mind still clouded with pleasure to really understand the position you’re in. He takes advantage of that, gripping your hip to keep you close, swirling his tumb in the precum beading at your head and squeezing his hand just right to coerce a breathless moan from your chest.

Then your eyes snap open, realisation hitting you with the same intensity as the punch you throw at his skull. But the ‘marriage’ turns that show of force into a gentle caress of the skull cheek of his ‘face’. “Ghost what the fuck are you-” You begin, cut off as another clench of his hand has you gripping his forearm and biting your lip to silence yourself. 

“Oh hush hunter.” Ghost rumbles low in his throat, his wing tensing behind your back to bring you in closer, soft blood dyed feathers encasing you in a cocoon of warmth against his cool belly scales. “No need to wake the other worms.” Disdain and mockery drip from his voice like molasses, yet strangely it doesn’t feel aimed at you. . . it must just be the pleasure making you believe that.

“You- bastard!” You snarl, trying to summon the hunter savagery that had been meticulously beaten into you, but it slumbers like a fat cat. “Fuck off- get away from me.” You aim to slam your fist against his scaled abdomen, just a little lower and to the side where the floating ribs should be, but all you manage is a slow caress of his side and back up his chest where you can feel his eternal soul burning beneath the flesh.

He laughs and slides his hand down, rolling your balls in his wide hand and squeezing just enough to be at the edge of pain– shit, that should not feel so good. You hiss and throw your head back despite the inherent danger of exposing your throat. He tilts his head down, ghostly breath washing over your ear, “We both know if you wanted this to stop you would have done so.” Oh, now you can just feel the mockery in his voice, sweet like honey that it is.

Some petulant part of you thinks of arguing, anything to retain what remains of your damn pride, but then he slides his hand back up, pressing your cock against your stomach and grinding the palm of his hand against your shaft and all the thoughts of arguing are pushed to the side by the tide of pleasure. Fuck, it’s been far too long since you ‘took care’ of things, it’s not like you have much time to wank off, let alone with Ghost hanging over your shoulder like some grim reaper. And hell, if any other hunter heard you let a damn demon jack you off, yours would be the next head put on the stake but. . . but Ghost is surprisingly gentle with you, not a single hint of pain coming from his touches, not even from his claws gently running down your side.

“Fine-” You suck in a sharp breath, head fixed to stare directly at his chest. “Make it quick.”

You feel him smirk against your ear, “As you wish, hunter.” He laughs lowly, like you’re nothing but a cute puppy chewing on his shoelaces, “Though, you should thank me for debasing myself like this.” He growls, and with a sharp move of his wing he rolls you on your back. 

You gasp as your back hits the sleeping mat, and before you can even struggle Ghost looms over you, a wall of muscle and dark scaled flesh. “Fuck no.” You growl, some scraps of pride still clinging to your mind, though even those are threatened when his broad hand returns to stroking your cock, faster this time, the drag of his palm making pleasure sizzle up your spine. Your head rolls back to rest on the mat and you don’t even notice when you close your eyes. You’re not sure how Ghost is so good at this, something sharp like jealousy curling in your stomach at the thought of him doing this to someone else. But it’s hard to think when you can feel and hear him purring, his claws gently tracing your stomach and leaving lingering heat everywhere they touch.

You jump as something slick brushes over your balls, “Look, good hunter.” He growls and you listen without thought, eyes wide when you see his tongue— it extends from the darkness of his head just beneath the rotten upper teeth of his skull, long, black, thick strings of oil coloured spit dripping off his tongue. “That’s better,” He purrs; you’re not sure how he can talk, and you’re unable to ask because he leans in closer until your cock rests against his skull, his hellfire eyes burning in the darkness and giving just enough light for you to see his long black tongue curl around your base like a snake. 

Shit– he wants to kill you.

“Holy fuck Ghost-” You breathe out, lungs burning before you remember how to breathe. His tongue moves, squeezing your base and sliding lower to lap at your balls. You’re forced to bite your finger to stop the painfully pathetic sound burning on your tongue.

He stops moving and you’re thankful he doesn’t mention the whine that slips past your lips. “Simon.” He demands, oily spit clinging to your skin and making it tingle with heat.

“Simon.” You nod along dumbly, “Fuck- Simon.”

“Good.” You imagine he’s smiling when he says that, his hand returning to stroke your cock in reward. “Call me that again.” He says, a purr rumbling in his chest and you can’t help but moan at how the vibrations travel through his tongue, making it act like a vibrating toy.

Your hands fly to grip his horns, the pleasure making you throw your head back yet you try to keep your eyes on him, hiccuping his name between harsh breaths. He doesn’t mind the touch on his horns, leaning into the touch before flicking his tongue at your taint. He rewards you for each time you say his old name, tongue and hand working in tandem to slowly and steadily march you towards release. 

You try to tug on his horns to warn him, or maybe to pull him away, but he pays no heed; he doubles his efforts, wetly slurping at your balls and base while his hand toys with your crown, his free hand holding your hips down so all you can do is weather the pleasure until you’re finally pulled under the waves. “Simon-” You gasp, cum spurting all over his hand and your stomach. 

You watch through lidded eyes as he retracts his hand, keeping his gaze on you as he lazily licks up your cum from his hand. “Better than I expected.” He rumbles, more to himself than you, leaning up to drag his long slimy tongue across your stomach to gather up all your cum.

 Shit, that sight got you hard again before you could even soften.

You’re not sure if the greed you see spark in his eyes makes you scared or even harder, but you’re not left any room to think further about it before his tongue wraps around your cock again.

Unfortunately for you, demons have no concept of time as mortals know it, so his ‘quick’ ends up being the entire rest of the night. At one point you get to the point you’re sure Ghost is trying to kill you with all the pleasure, spit polishing your cock until he’s satisfied and by that point the sun is rising and your voice is hoarse.

You can’t meet the gaze of the motel receptionist in the morning, but Ghost Simon, looks smug like the cat who ate the canary.

[sta-rpilled]

ఌ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

W.C › 6.9k

Warnings › Riki is an OC. Bottom male reader. Reader has a cock. Reader last name is Tanaka, just cuz I’m lazy. Using some Japanese sparingly, feel free to correct me, I’m in no way fluent lol. Translations at end. Hints at parental abuse, nothing extreme for this ch.

Plot › Scents have always made you nauseous, until you smell a certain playboy

Kinks › A/B/O, scenting, dry humping, brat taming/brat behavior, fondling, rutting

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭:

𝙅𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝘼𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙩

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

➝ 抑制剤を補充する

𝟑:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌

➝ 抑制剤を補充する

𝟓:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌

➝ 抑制剤を補充する

𝟖:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌

❝ 聞いているか, (Name)？ ❞

The sputtering of the fan shook you awake as you rubbed your eyes, trying to ignore the glaring sun seeping through your blinds. Your roommates soft snores brought an odd sense of comfort as you tried to slow your breathing.

You were okay. You were okay.

A meow caught your attention as you glanced over to see Ume, your roommate’s rag doll curled up on the couch near your feet. Your roommate, Furukawa Miya, was on the floor, curled up with a bottle of wine.

Right. Miya was given a bottle of wine by her mother as celebration for her finally moving out. Though she was just moving in with you—she was out of the house. At least that’s what her mother said.

“Morning, Ume. Did I wake you up?” You whispered, leaning over to scratch underneath her cheek. Ume purred and stretched out, her butt rising in the air as her tail curled.

“Nnnnnngh… No~ it’s my wine… no….”

You looked over at Miya, rolling your eyes as she continued to clutch the wine bottle as if it was her baby. You’d worry about her later. As you slipped off the couch, grabbing your phone off the pushed away dining table. There were multiple texts from Miya’s mother, stating that you two better not have finished the wine in one day.

The empty bottle of wine was now being French kissed by Miya.

You’d answer her mother another time.

Ume followed you to the kitchen as you scrolled through the rest of your messages before your thumb stopped at a certain name. You froze, staring at the name as if it would hopefully change or maybe you were reading it wrong without your glasses.

お母さん

↳ Did you replenish it ？ (6:45 AM)

No hello, no fucking how are you? You shut off your phone and slammed it on the kitchen countertop. Some mother she was. You felt the urge to yell when you noticed Miya was awake, cuddling the bottle of wine to her chest as she looked around in a sleepy daze.

Her short dyed purple hair was every which way, her eyes puffy due to how late she went to sleep.

“(Name)-Kun? Sum’ hap’?” She slurred her words, shakily standing up and pattering over to you in the kitchen.

Any sort of anger you had fizzled away as her tangy citrus scent slipped through the air, tickling your nose. You greedily sniffed it and shook your head, grabbing a cup of water to give to her. Miya was an alpha despite her short stature and cute looks.

Most alpha scents made you nauseous. Always strong and acidic. And while Miya’s had an acidic taste, there was still a sweetness to it compared to other alphas. Besides, you’ve smelt her since middle school, you probably just grew a tolerance to her.

“Just my mom.”

Miya’s posture straightens up at the mention of your mother, her doe eyes widening as she grabbed the cup of water. “What did she want?”

“Replenish my suppressants.”

“Is she paying for it?” Miya scoffed, downing the water in seconds.

“She sent me some money.”

“How much?”

You hesitated for a moment before sighing. “3,107 yen.” It wasn’t much compared to how expensive suppressants were these days.

Miya sputtered, her glare returning as she grabbed some cat food from the pantry. “Only that much?! That can’t even pay half.”

“I know.”

“Did you even tell her that suppressants have gotten expensive these days? Especially after the government said it was dangerous for us?”

“Mhm.” You rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Told her that things have changed. I can only get suppressants oversees unless I want to get it from the black market. She just told me to do whatever it takes.”

“Stupid bitch.”

You only chuckled at Miya’s comment. Five years ago, Japan had banned suppressants. Though, it was only a select few. The suppressants you took completely shut down one’s body. Erasing all scents, heats/ruts, and anything that made someone an alpha or omega.

And that, was now illegal. It didn’t even make its users a beta, just a husk of what they should’ve been.

You used to take those suppressants, Limited X, frequently. Two per day when you lived at home. Now you only took one every two weeks. You had tried to stop after leaving your parents home but you had a relapse and nearly died if Miya hadn’t taken you to a hospital.

And in a way, you didn’t want to stop taking them. It wasn’t like you hated the thought of being an alpha or omega but you liked being invisible, not affected by the scents of others.

“It’s fine. I took the last one yesterday. I’ll order some tonight.” You said, glancing over at Miya.

“Will you… try to stop again?” She whispered, a look of worry in her eyes.

“No. I’ve already been taking it my whole life. I’m pretty much ruined now. Doubt I have a scent.”

Miya sighed. “Don’t say that. Even if you don’t have a scent, it can’t be good to be taking these. What if… what if you try to join a pack or even mate with someone? They can’t bite your scent gland, it’s not even developed.”

“I told you. I’ll be alone. I’m not a beta, alpha, or omega. I’m nothing. Can we not talk about this right now?”

“Okay.” She whispered. “But it doesn’t hurt to try again… I’d help you this time.”

You didn’t reply.

It was too late for you. You reached up and gently palmed the back of your neck, touching the rigid skin that didn’t soften like many others.

Citrus didn’t do much to calm you now.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Miya… Why did I have to come with you?” You whined, gripping Miya’s sweater as she rolled her eyes. Miya had dragged you to a student hangout at a sushi restaurant. The professor of Miya’s philosophy class decided to hold it, mentioning that he’d pay for everyone.

You didn’t understand why at first, what teacher has the money to do that, but you soon realized why when you noticed there were only ten students. Plus, it was happy hour.

The students didn’t seem weirded out that you were there though the professor immediately said he wasn’t paying for you. Fair.

“You need to go out more! It’s good to make friends.” Miya said, grabbing a sushi with her chopsticks and feeding it to you.

You pouted. “I only need you.”

“Oi, I can’t get a girlfriend because you keep clinging onto me! They think I’m a taken alpha!” She whined, despite this, she continued feeding you sushi. “I want a girlfriend! Alpha, beta, omega, I don’t care.”

“Go to a mixer.” You said bluntly, nuzzling your nose into her sweater. The scents of omegas and alphas were swirling into one in the restaurant. Even the betas muted scents were attacking you. It was overwhelming, too much for you to handle.

Miya’s citrus scent didn’t bring much comfort, it wasn’t enough to combat the stench. She was wearing scent blockers. One of the few alphas that actually cared about overwhelming omegas and betas with their scents. Couldn’t be said about these other alphas who seemed to be proudly pushing their scent out.

You also wore scent blockers. But not ones that help mute one’s scent. You wore ones that gave you a scent. It was a generic minty scent that lots of betas had.

Almost everyone had a scent. It would be odd if no one could smell anything off you.

These type of scent blockers were also hard to find and expensive. Especially if you wanted one that blended into your skin tone. You glanced at the white scent blocker that was on Miya’s lower part of her neck, larger enough for anyone to just see if they glanced at her.

You closed your eyes, leaning in closer to try and get more of her tangy scent when something sweet tickled your nose.

An omega?

“Watanabe-San, you came?”

“Ah, Watanabe-Kun, why’d you come!! You’re gonna steal all the omegas!”

“Shut it, Tachibana! Watanabe-Kun, sit next to me!”

“Watanabe! Didn’t you have a date?”

“Date? Watanabe and a date? You mean a one night stand?”

“Students! Keep it down,” Professor Naoki bellowed, calming down the students.

You didn’t move your head to see who was coming in. But you felt the cushion beside you shift as a person plopped down. A waitress came by with refills that you almost forgot about the new person entirely when she gave you another mock tail.

You couldn’t drink while on the suppressants. That’s why Miya was the only one who drank wine the other day.

“Hey, Watanabe!” You felt Miya’s chest vibrate as she began talking to Watanabe. It was slightly comforting that you could’ve fallen asleep. Your hand gripped at her sweater as you nuzzled closer into her shoulder.

“Is that your omega?”

“Eh?”

You froze, pulling away from Miya to finally get a look at Watanabe. “Omega…?” You whispered, hoping your tone didn’t come off as you being angry. Omegas already dealt with so much bullshit these days, you didn’t want the omega classmates to think you were disgusted at the idea of being mistaken as one.

“Watanabe, (Name)-Kun isn’t an omega,” Miya said, giggling slightly. “He’s a beta. And we’re not dating! We’re… a pre-pack!”

Watanabe hummed, his eyes flickering onto you. You flinched—finally getting a better look at him. A soft mop of black hair that looked a bit wet. Did he come here in the rain? Judging by his wet jacket that was bundled on his lap you believed you were right. A mole underneath his left eye. Mono-lid eyes that gave him an almost cat like look.

“Beta?” He suddenly asked. “You don’t smell like one.”

“What are you talking about, Watanabe-Kun?” An omega chimed in. “Tanaka-San smells just like a beta! Minty fresh. You can smell me if you want to smell a real omega.” She giggled flirtatiously, earning a round of oohs from the others at her bold behavior.

An alpha laughed, Tachibana—you remembered, “Watanabe-Kun always had a weird sense of smell. You sure you aren’t just smelling a nearby omega?” He asked, sliding over a glass of beer to Watanabe.

Watanabe stared only at you, as if he was watching you, analyzing you. “Mhm. Maybe I was.” He said, turning his attention over to Tachibana who sat across from him.

With his eyes off you, you suddenly felt the freedom to breathe. You tried to recall the sweet scent from earlier but found it to be drowned out.

Miya beside you was chatting it up with a few of her other classmates, blushing at a pretty omega girl whenever she leaned in close. Shit.

You wanted to tough it out a bit longer but the scents attacked your noise and it became too much to handle. With shaky legs, you stood up, gently patting Miya on the head and leaving the restaurant.

The cool rush of air slapped you in the face as soon as you opened the door. The clap of thunder ringing as rain pattered against the roof of the restaurant. Fuck, you didn’t have an umbrella.

But the rain offered a nice break from the smell of alphas and omegas. Rain didn’t have much of a smell to others but it brought a sense of ease to you. You stood there for a moment, just enjoying the serenity of it all.

As you began to contemplate running to the subway, the smell of something sweet was back. It was the same one you smelled before it got muted by the others.

Sweet honey?

It reminded you of Japanese Apricots. You couldn’t help but giggle slightly, that’s what Ume was named after. Maybe that’s why you liked it.

“What are you laughing about?”

A gasp left your lips as you turned around, seeing none other than Watanabe standing behind you. Your feet slid on the wet staircase and you feel yourself stumbling back. You try to reach for the stair railing to stabilize yourself but it was too slippery from the rain.

A strong arm grip your waist as you’re pulled back, crashing into Watanabe’s chest instead of the concrete. Your nose scrunched against his shoulder as your hands subconsciously grip his shirt. So close, you were so close that you could properly smell him.

Ume.

Japanese Apricot.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a muffled whine, pressing yourself closer to him. He smelled so sweet. Alphas never smelled sweet. It was always strong, tangy, or even acidic. But he was sweet. Sweet like honey. Sweet like a strawberry cake. Your lips parted as you gently bit his jacket.

“In public?” You felt him whispering against your hair. “Do I smell that good?” Your body flinched as you looked up seeing Watanabe with a cocky smirk on his lips. Words seemed to escape you as you tried to say something but could only notice the scent blockers on his neck.

The same white scent blocker Miya uses.

But… why does his scent smell so strong?

It felt as if he wasn’t even wearing one.

“So you are an omega?” He asked, tilting his head.

You frowned, pushing him away roughly. He didn’t flinch but still released you, putting some distance between you both. “Not an omega. I don’t know what came over me. Won’t happen again.”

“Mhm. Whatever you say.” He said, shaking his head.

“What… are you doing outside?” You whispered, trying to calm down. Your body felt fidgety for some reason. You didn’t know why, you weren’t surrounded by the stench of other alphas and omegas. Though you couldn’t smell Watanabe with him even a few inches away from you.

So his scent blockers do work…

“Smoke.” He said, waving a pack of cigarettes.

“Smoke…? Don’t smoke near me.”

“I didn’t know you owned the place. Weren’t you leaving?” He pulled out his lighter, pressing one cigarette to his lips and lighting it with ease.

You glared at him, already smelling the nicotine attack your nostrils. Without much thought, you reached over and snatched the cigarette from his lips, dropping it to the ground and crushing it with your sneakers. When you looked back at him, he was staring at you, mouth agape with his lighter still in his hand.

Your actions suddenly replayed in your mind as you bit your lip, realizing you just overreacted. An apology was just on the tip of your tongue when Watanabe chuckled, shoving his lighter into his jacket.

“You’re bold, Tanaka. Is this your way of flirting with me?”

“I’m not flirting with you!” You yelled, blushing slightly. “It’s raining… I can’t leave even if I wanted to.”

Watanabe hummed as he looked out at the rain. “Your alpha okay with you leaving?”

“She’s not my alpha.”

“Aren’t you two a ‘pre-pack’? She’s still your alpha, omega. It’s not safe for non mated omegas to walk home so late alone.”

“Huh?” You muttered, glancing over at him. “Haaah?! What are you even blabbering about, stupid alpha?!”

Watanabe stared at you as if you were a dummy. “Do you even know what a pack is…? If you’re in a pack, the alpha of the pack is your alpha until you’re mated, dumbass.” He rolled his eyes, hands twitching towards his pockets. You could tell he was upset over not being able to smoke.

Oh well! He could smoke later.

“I’m not an omega, dumbass! I’m a beta! B-E-T-A! Beta!”

“Why are you lying? Being an omega isn’t terrible.” Watanabe said, his face suddenly serious. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared straight at you. “Seriously, you just got drunk off my scent, no beta does that.”

“I did not! Your scent is disgusting! Just like those alphas in there,” you pointed at the restaurant door. “I haaaate your scent!”

“You’re so childish.” Watanabe muttered, pulling out his pack of cigarettes once more. You glared at him, eyes squinted as you silently dared him to light one. He paid you no mind, easily pressing one onto his lips as he flicked on his lighter.

Maybe it was the mock tails. Maybe it was the fuzzy feeling in your brain that still swirled around from his scent.

You reached over and pulled the cigarette away from his lips and tossed it behind you. Your hands gripped his face as you squished his cheeks, causing his lips to purse into a pout. You felt a ghost of a giggle at the tip of your tongue but you pushed it down to keep up a furious facade.

“Stop! Don’t smoke in front of me, got it?!” You yelled, leaning up on your toes to look him straight in the eye. Watanabe stared at you with a look of shock.

The rain began to lessen, reaching a soft decrescendo. His skin felt soft in your hands. Your eyes flickered to his lips before quickly moving back to his eyes. You didn’t notice the rise in his eyebrow as his right hand slipped the pack of cigarettes back into his pocket before reaching out and grabbing you by the waist.

A gasp left your lips as you released his face, grunting when he pulled you close. Your face pressed against his shoulder, near the scent blocker. Japanese apricot swirled around you once more and you felt yourself melt in his arms.

Ume.

Ume, Ume.

“You shouldn’t act so brave.” He whispered. “When only a whiff of my scent turns you into putty.”

You only whined in response, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Watanabe hummed as he leaned down, nuzzling into your neck. His teeth grazed your skin. You flinched, wanting to pull away in fear he’d bite you but you only felt something tear off your skin.

Watanabe pulled away with your scent patch between his teeth. He used his free hand to pull it out and examined the patch with a curious eye. “Never seen any like this. You bought this oversees or something?” He laughed, tossing the patch into the grass nearby.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to mention no littering. His scent was all you could really think about.

“You smell different compared to any omegas I’ve ever been with.” He said. “It’s so faint… almost couldn’t smell it at first.”

Other omegas?

The serenity that once blanketed you was torn apart. Other omegas? Your alpha—no, no! He wasn’t your anything! You ignored all of the bile rising in your mouth as you pushed him away, glaring at him when he tried to reach for you again.

“Is this how you get your omegas? Huh? Force your stinky scent on them until they get drunk?”

“Ha? Every omega that I’ve been with has been consensual.” Watanabe growled, suddenly standing tall. You gulped, realizing what your words could’ve implied.

It wasn’t rare for certain alphas, and even omegas, to force their scent on someone. After a while, the scent could force the person into a drunk like state—even worse, a heat or rut.

However it wasn’t easy to do. Your scent had to be potent. And even then, it wouldn’t work on everyone. People were weak to certain scents. You remember Miya stating lavender scents seemed to send her into a daze from just a few whiffs.

“S-Sorry… I didn’t mean it like that.” You whispered. For some reason, you didn’t want him angry at you. The mere thought that he could be angry was anxiety inducing.

“What’s your problem? Why is your scent so weak? Why are you so scared to be called an omega?”

“I—”

“Riki-Kun? Is that you?”

You looked over to see a pretty girl holding an umbrella, her doe eyes staring at you and Watanabe. She was cute. So cute and omega like. And she was on first name basis with him? You felt bile rise in your throat and you quickly covered your mouth, feeling tears well in your eyes.

What the fuck? What the fuck was this feeling?

“What are you doing out here alone, Rina-Chan? It’s late.” Watanabe asked, a look of worry on his face.

Chan…?

Rina-Chan?

りなちゃん….

You pulled off your jacket and placed it on your head before sprinting away, ignoring Watanabe and Rina’s shared confusion. You kept running, running and running as your feet splashed into puddles. Rain sprinkled down onto you, soaking your jacket and in turn yourself. It was hardly a true cover.

The apartment door closed behind you as you took a deep breath, finally reaching home in record time. Water pooled your feet as you slowly toed off your sneakers. Rina-Chan? Rina-Chan….

You couldn’t help the bitter laugh that left your lips. The hell was wrong with you? You were jealous? Over a guy his classmates literally said had a one night stand? Omegas were flirting with him unabashedly.

Why were you jealous?

Your feet shifted just a bit before you felt a squeeze in your abdomen. A scream left your lips as you collapsed onto the floor, curling into yourself as the pain began to transfer around your body. Tears pricked your eyes as you gripped your stomach, whining and crying about the pain.

It felt so similar to when you had stopped taking Limited X. But it didn’t make sense, you took it not even a week ago. Your whines turned into wails as your breathing began to quicken. Needed someone.

Needed Miya.

Riki…

Were you… really an omega?

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

➝ 抑制剤を補充する

𝟔 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐨

❝ どんだけ役立たずなんだ！ ❞

“You never do what I’ve asked of you.”

“I’m sorry—”

“—You think a sorry can fix this?!.”

“I…”

“Your father screams at me like it’s my fault! It’s you that didn’t do what was needed! But it’s my fault, huh?! Hah?! Are you trying to make a fool out of me?”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Shut up. Don’t you ever be like your sister, got it? That slut. She should’ve been the only disgrace… but you show up. A late bloomer at that. Get out of my sight.”

“Please… I’m sorry….”

“Get out!”

抑制剤を補充する 。。。。？

“(Name)-Kun? You gotta drink this, okay?” A cup of cool water is pressed against your lips as you gently lift your head, eagerly gulping it down. It soothes your burned throat as you cough, curling back into your body on the bed. Miya gently pats your back as she rests the cup on your night stand.

“I was able to get… Limited X. It’s not your usual pack. Only four capsules. I made you take it last night.”

You hummed, closing your eyes. “Mhm… Thank you.”

“I talked to your professors. Told them that you’re sick.” Miya sighed softly as she picked at her nails. “Do you need anything else? You should really visit the hospital…”

“No. They’ll just tell me to get off Limited X.”

“They’d be right…”

You didn’t answer her.

You felt her eyes watching you before she patted your back, leaving your room. A heat. You had felt the small fraction of what a heat will be. It’s crazy. You felt as if you’d die. But you didn’t understand why you were suddenly forced into one.

The thought of Watanabe creeped into your head. Him? His scent alone? So silly. It was so silly that you could’ve laughed if you had the strength to.

Your body curled into itself as you gripped the bedsheets beneath you.

You missed the apricots.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

A cool bottle of strawberry milk is pressed against your neck, causing you to shriek. Miya laughed as she sat down beside you, placing the bottle near your notebook. You got a few glances from the other students in the library but everyone was mostly set on ignoring you.

“Special delivery!” She said, smiling.

“Ah, thanks. I haven’t had strawberry milk in forever!” You twisted off the cap and took a quick sip, humming at the sweet flavor coating your taste buds.

Miya hummed, “it wasn’t me. Watanabe gave it to me.”

“Eh…? He gave it to you?”

“Mhm. Told me to give it to you. He asked if you’re okay.” She pulled out her own textbook and notebook, getting straight to work.

You could only stare blankly at her. Watanabe? Your eyes flickered at the cold drink in your hand as you tilted it around. There wasn’t a note or anything on it. Why would he give you something?

“Did he say anything else?”

Miya didn’t look up from her notebook. “Nah. He walked away before I could ask why he was giving it to you. Some alpha.” She muttered, rolling her eyes.

A slight grin pulled on your lips. Miya really did act like your alpha. Watanabe was probably right in her being your alpha before you got mated. But you pushed the thought away, you’d never get mated. Didn’t even have the scent gland for it to work.

“Oh,” Miya suddenly turned over to face you. “Did something between you two at the party? Watanabe kept asking about you when you were out last week. You’re not even in my philosophy class.”

You shook your head, your voice rising in pitch as you answered with a quick, “no!”

Miya’s eyebrows rose as she stared at you with an unconvinced frown. “No? Okay… if he bothers you, come to me. I’ll defend your honor.”

A giggle left your lips at the thought of Miya’s short stature going against Watanabe’s taller frame. That would be a fight you’d pay to see.

“Mhm. Thank you, Alpha~” You teased, grabbing her arm and nuzzling into her shirt.

“Oi!! Not in public! You’re scaring away my potential mate!”

You only laughed. “There’s not even any omegas here. Not the one you like anyway.”

Miya blushed slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Sure…”

お母さん

↳ Why haven’t you responded？ (4:00 PM)

↳ You need to replenish your suppressants. (4:01 PM)

↳ Don’t make me tell your father (4:01 PM)

↳ Call me, now (4:03 PM)

“I’ll be right back.”

You grabbed your phone, your knuckles whitening as you stormed out of the library. Your feet carry you to one of the empty classrooms nearby and kick the door shut behind you. The phone immediately starts ringing, her name appearing on the screen. Like a curse, she never leaves you alone.

It rings for a second longer before you finally answer it, pressing it against your ear. “What?”

“‘What?’ Is that how you speak to your mother?”

“Unless you are calling about my grades, why are you speaking to me?”

“Tch, ungrateful brat. Have you restocked on Limited X? It can’t possibly be that expensive.”

“You haven’t bought it in years, you don’t know just how expensive it is to get it from fucking America.”

“I know you aren’t raising your voice at me, Tanaka (Name). Are you suggesting that you know more than me?”

“You…” A struggled groan left your throat as you tried to calm down. Just talking to her sent you like this—making you feel as if you were insane. Why couldn’t you have a normal mother? “Please, I have to focus on groceries, tuition, and my rent. I can’t spend everything on stupid fucking suppressants.”

“You think I care? You were the one to refuse our help to pay for your tuition. You decided to go to a lesser known college. You decided to get your apartment without your father’s permission.”

“Because I knew you’d use that shit against me! I’ll refill it, okay? I’m getting paid next week. Please, don’t call me unless needed.”

“You little… Why are you ignoring your brother and father? You won’t even tell us your address? But you let that Furukawa around you.”

“Stop it… please you’re making this more difficult. Why can’t you be a normal mom?”

“Normal mom?! You listen here, (Name). I’m the best mother you could ever have—a purebred alpha female. I did everything for you even after you disappointed me—”

Your mother’s droning was cut short when your phone was snatched from your grip. You look back to see Watanabe, his gaze blank as he pressed the phone against his ear. When did he even get here? Any semblance of a thought was gone as you watched him grin at something your mother said.

“Hello, I’m assuming you’re Tanaka’s mother? You’re quite loud.” He asked, staring right at you. Just what was he doing? You reached out to try and stop him but he easily grabbed your wrist, pulling you close so you could rest against his chest. “Who am I? Your future son-in-law. Good bye.”

He ended the call and slid your phone in his back pocket, a sly smirk on his lips as he laughed. His free hand reached up and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you to rest your face right on his shoulder. Your body tried to protest but his scent instantly attacked your nostrils.

Any fight was gone in a flash as you melted against his body.

You stood against his body for a moment or so, being gently swayed.

“It’s okay.” He suddenly whispered, patting your back. “You’re safe.”

“Ngh?” You whined, noticing the wet feeling on your cheeks. Tears…? You reached up and wiped at your face. You’ve been crying for a moment judging by how wet your face was. The tears just reminded you why you ignored her so much. Why you tried so hard to move out on your own terms.

Watanabe tried to pull away from you but you quickly gripped his shirt. The sound of a low growl filled the empty classroom. Your eyes widen in shock. You… you made that sound? You’ve never made a sound like that before, especially after taking Limited X.

A teasing smirk pulled on Watanabe’s lips. “Mhm? My omega doesn’t want me to go?” He laughed, gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look up at him.

My?

My omega?

A slight rumble rose in your throat at his words. What the hell was this? Watanabe could tell you were a bit fearful and he only rolled his eyes.

“You’re purring, nothing deadly.” He said, tapping your cheek. “Seriously, were you raised in the woods? Why do you know nothing about your body?”

He didn’t hear everything? A sigh of relief left your body. He must’ve came in during the end of the conversation. The thought of him knowing that you took Limited X sent a panic inside your heart.

Everyone viewed Limited X as terrible. Alphas even more so due to their protective nature. You feared him knowing would send him into a rage.

Wait.

Wait, why did you even care about him?

Suddenly the closeness of his body against yours became too much. You pulled away and held a hand out, making sure he didn’t try to come close again.

“Sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Watanabe hummed. “Why are you apologizing? I liked it. I want to hear you purr again. I can fall asleep to it.”

You blushed at his words. “You…! Don’t you have an omega waiting for you?”

“Omega?”

“‘Rina-Chan’… but knowing you, you have more after her!” You glared at him, crossing your arms underneath your chest.

“My sister?”

“…EH?!”

“Rina is my little sister.” Watanabe said, a look of disgust on his face. “Gross, Tanaka. Did you really think she was a past fling of mines? I don’t let just anyone call me by my first name.”

Embarrassment flushed through your body. Oh god. Oh my fucking god. This was mortifying. Watanabe laughed cruelly behind you as you whined and stumbled over to the nearby teacher desk, needing a moment to process the situation.

You really just called his little sister a past conquest…

“But… why does she call you by your name? Wouldn’t she call you Onii-Chan?”

“I find the title cringy.” Watanabe said bluntly, pulling out his phone as he began to text someone. “But is that why you ran away that day? Were you… jealous?”

“I’d never be jealous over a playboy! I have higher standards than that!”

“Sure.” He walked over to where you stood pressed against the desk, caging you in. You blushed, leaning back as he leaned in closer, your noses touching. “I haven’t talked to anyone since I met you.”

“So?!” You pouted, eyes looking at anything but him.

“You feel it. I know you do.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck, earning a strangled gasp from you. “I don’t know if it’s love, but I felt like a school boy when I saw you for the first time.”

“School boy…?”

He hummed, nipping near your scent gland. “Thought I was having a heart attack. Your scent is hard to notice but I’ve always had a great sense of smell. I don’t know how your scent is muted even when I’m so close.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly why. You were more shocked that he could smell anything. Curiosity crept in your head as you finally glanced down at him as he continued to nuzzle near your scent glad. “What’s… my scent?”

“You don’t know your scent?” He whispered, causing you to flinch. Fuck. “…Purin. You smell like Purin.”

“Purin…? Like the pudding? I smell like pudding?” You couldn’t help the slight laugh leaving your lips, your head tilting back.

Watanabe didn’t seem to find it as funny as you. “Omegas usually smell like food, typically desserts. Or flowers.”

“You smell like Japanese Apricot.”

“I know. I smell myself everyday. Got many teasing remarks for it.” His hand left the table as it suddenly gripped your thigh, warning a shriek from you at the sudden movement. “But you seem to enjoy it, huh? It makes you drunk.”

You watched with wide eyes as his hand slowly traveled up your thigh, resting right on your crotch. A strangled moan left your lips as he rutted his palm against your growing bulge.

“Stop me, Tanaka. Stop me before I go too far.”

His cat like eyes stared up at you, his face devoid of any sly emotion. You could see a tightness in his jaw. Everything in your body thought back to what your mother taught you. What would degrade the Tanaka family name.

“(Name)…” You whispered, biting your lip. “I… don’t wanna be a Tanaka to you.” Your hands gently reach over and grip his shoulders, pulling him close.

“You won’t be.”

You rut your body against his, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He only hummed and pulled you even closer. Your crotch rutted against his—a hopeful shiver leaving your body as you feel his bulge. Soft kisses are pressed against your skin as his hands dig into your waist.

Sounds of soft breathy moans fill the classroom as your hands trail his body, settling on gripping his hair as he rutted against you. Your bulges rubbing together with the pained jeans acting as a barrier you wanted to tear apart.

The wind is knocked out of you as he slammed you against the desk, knocking away the papers that cluttered it.

You can hear him growling, his nails clawing the polished wood beneath you. It wasn’t enough. Sure you had always imagined dry humping as something hot but your body didn’t need it right now. It wanted more. It needed more.

“Mmh, more…” You whimpered, tugging at his hair. “Fuck me. Please.”

His rutting slowed as he chuckled, burying his face in your neck. “Can’t. I don’t have a condom.”

“You care about protection?!” You whined, arching your back against the desk.

“You’re so…” He bit down on the curve of your neck, earning a silent moan as your nails dug into his back. Good thing he still had on his jacket.

He pulled away and tugged at your jeans, letting your cock plop free. Your tip was already leaking pre-cum, coating your tummy. You watched with a bated breath as he pulled down his own jeans and boxers. The sight of his cock sent you into a frenzy.

It was huge. But that was normal. Alphas had big cocks.

But it looked so thick. It dwarfed your mere three inches. He pressed his cock against yours, smirking at how tiny you looked near his. “So cute.”

You glared at him but you couldn’t ignore the slight swelling at the bottom of his cock. His knot. You never knew that alphas knots were always there even when not in rut. It looked a bit smaller but you knew it must’ve swelled during rut.

A greedy thought filled your mind at the thought of feeling his knot. Would it hurt? How big would he stretch you?

He pulled you close and gripped your legs, pushing them up to rest on his shoulder. His cock slipped between your legs as it rubbed against your cock. A strained hiss left your throat as you felt the arousal building up all over again.

“Be good and keep quiet.” His thrusts were slow, only needing one of his hands to grip both of your thighs. You shivered and gripped at the desk beneath you, your toes curling at the pleasure. The friction hurt—that wasn’t a shock but the pre-cum became some sort of lubricant.

His hips slammed into you, sending you upwards but he easily pulled you back down. Your moans filled the room as your toes curled, cock rubbing against his dejectedly. The thought of cumming untouched wasn’t something you ever wanted but you wondered how pleasurable some rutting could make you feel.

Your moans became a crescendo as each thrust became stronger, shaking your body with the force that you could only assume was of an alpha. There was growing wetness you felt near your ass but you couldn’t question it at the moment—wanting to cum already.

“Ah, ah, ah….! Alpha, Alpha, gonna cum…” You whined, your hand reaching up to grip at his arm for some type of purchase. This orgasm didn’t feel normal—it felt stronger than anything you ever experienced. Was this the orgasm of an omega?

He grinned, his breathing stuttering as he picked up the pace. “If you act like this from some rutting… I can’t wait to hear you when I fuck you. Your scent is finally becoming potent.”

“Ngh…? My… ah! Wa—Wait..!”

You let out a loud scream, quickly covering your mouth as your back arched. Your cock squirted against your stomach as the orgasm attacked your body. It felt like an out of body experience—something you couldn’t give yourself.

Those online posts you used to read from omegas didn’t seem so far fetched anymore…

The sound of a loud grunt caught your attention as his cum spilled your stomach next, coating the inside of your thighs and cock. Your legs felt like jelly as he released his grip on them, gently moving them down to rest on the desk.

You felt weird. It was a good and bad weird.

You just had sex in a classroom. With Watanabe Riki. A playboy. A playboy who somehow been able to smell a scent off you.

“Watanabe…?” You whispered, glancing over at him as he began to clean you off with his jacket. You didn’t have the mental capacity to scold him for unnecessarily dirtying his clothes.

“Riki.” He hummed, pulling up his pants.

The familiar rumbling in your chest returned. “Riki… Riki… hehe…” You giggled, biting your lip. “Ngh… what was I… ah… Riki… was this… a one time thing..?”

“I told you, I don’t let just anyone call me by my name.”

“Then…”

“I’m courting you. You accepted the first gift.”

“What?” You whispered, trying to sit up to look up at him properly.

“I told you. Furukawa is your alpha at the moment. I had to give the courting gift to her… and she gave it to you, that means she approves of me.”

To your shock, Riki seemed way more… traditional than you thought. A playboy like him courting through such a way was interesting. Riki was nothing compared to anything you could’ve imagined.

You tried to say something when the familiar pain in your gut came back with a vengeance. A shrill animalistic scream left your throat as your body spasmed, rolling off the desk. Riki quickly caught you before you hit the ground. He was yelling something but you couldn’t hear him.

It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

You took the pill. You took the pill. You took two.

Ume.

Your face was suddenly pressed against Riki’s neck, your nose right on his scent gland. You could smell everything. His scent blocker was off. There was nothing muffling Ume anymore. Somehow, his scent calmed you down. Your body was still killing you, your stomach churning and cramping but his scent acted like a medicine.

“(Name)!”

There was muffling, two voices speaking in a swirl. Citrus began to mingle with Ume, swirling around in a dance like the voices.

Miya…?

The pain continued to ravish your body but having the two scents that brought you peace made you calm down.

Your two alphas.

They smelt so good together.

You felt your body be shifted around as the scents began to sour a bit. Just as you were being carried somewhere, you felt something wet soak your boxers. You didn’t even realize they had put your clothes back on.

Wet.

Something wet and sticky.

Slick.

Riki’s back!!! I like this new version of him so much more. Yes this will have multiple chapters. Technically it’s not a slow burn in romance, but a slow burn in penetrative sex! Hope yall like Miya cuz she will be your platonic alpha lmao. Comment if you wanna be tagged for pt 2!

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Translations: 

抑制剤を補充する — “replenish your suppressants”

❝聞いているか, (Name)？❞ — “Are you listening, (Name)?”

❝ どんだけ役立たずなんだ！❞ — “How useless you are!”

[sta-rpilled]

The Crown (100 followers special!)

Alpha! Rival king x alpha king m! reader

content warnings: bitching, reader gets turned into an omega against his will, noncon turned heavy dubcon, reader isn’t in the right of mind, breeding, dirty talk, degradation, cream pie, knotting, overstimulation, pwp, belly bulge

note: kinda went ham writing this wtf lmfao, anyways enjoy!

The tension in the room was palpable. As the one who wore the crown, your duty was just as heavy as the ornate gems that emboldened it. You were a young and green alpha, barely an adult at the ripe age of 18. Hastily made king, as your many brothers in line and father fell in the decades long battle against the opposing kingdom, your choice didn’t matter. The country needed someone to govern as soon as possible and you as the sole remaining heir was responsible. The whispers and scrutiny of the court didn’t help much either, the weight of responsibility of your decisions over the people and the waging war kept you awake at night, cold sweat dripping from your temples as you could almost hear the cries of your fellow soldiers perishing in battle.

Which took you into the present moment, where a heated debate was taking place of the next action that should be taken for the strife between your country and the rival nation. You sat in the heavy, intricately carved throne that seemed to press down on you, both a symbol of your power and a reminder of the immense responsibility you bore. The room was dimly lit by flickering torches, casting long, uneasy shadows on the stone walls. Around you, the advisors were gathered, their voices a murmur of concern and debate. “Thousand of soldiers have fallen in battle, we can’t take any more losses!” One of the advisors, his name you couldn’t really remember, argued fiercely with a hint of urgency. “The enemy is approaching closer day by day and the people are starving, we must surrender now to avoid total destruction!”

“Surrender?! That would cut off all means of escape! And you can’t possibly guarantee under the rule of the enemy’s rule, our people will be able to live peacefully!” Another advisor shot back, her voice sharp with defiance. Shifting uneasily on the throne, you felt the weight of their expectations bearing down on you. The advisors’ voices clashed, each presenting their case with unwavering conviction. Maps and documents spread out on the table before you seemed to blur as you struggled to focus on the conflicting arguments. Finally, you spoke, fingers drumming nervously on the table as you tried keep a steady tone amid the clamour. “How are you sure that surrender is the only viable option we have to take?” Your voice strained as you fidgeted restlessly.

The first advisor spoke, his gaze was intense, filled with concern. “The enemy’s forces are overwhelming. Continuing to resist will only lead to greater devastation. Surrender is the most rational choice to save lives.”The other advisor leaned closer, her eyes filled with determination. “We have not explored every diplomatic avenue. Surrender might be seen as defeat, but if we negotiate from a position of strength, we could secure better terms.” The room fell into a tense silence as every gaze fell upon you, the choice to surrender or negotiate hung heavily in the air.

However, you chose neither. “I have heard your concerns and arguments,” you began, your voice filled with unusual resolve. “We will not surrender.” Gasps echoed throughout the room as the disapproving gazes began pouring in but you pushed on. “As your king, no matter the outcome in this long war, we will push to the end. If we must fall, let it be with the knowledge that we fought to the last breath for our sovereignty and our principles. We will defend our country with all that we have, even if it means facing doom.” You were exhausted, the war taken its toll on you and you just wanted it to end. “Your majesty! You don’t understand, we-“ “Silence! This is an order from your king. I will now retire to my chambers.” Leaving no room for argument, you slipped away to the privacy and peace of your quarters, away from the shouts and protests of your counsel.

Chucking the heavy crown aside, you sank in your chair with a deep sigh. The flickering candlelight illuminating your weary face, an expression now often seen ever since you took on the role of king a few months ago. Absentmindedly tracing the patterns of the chair, the advisors arguments burst through your mind, doubt and despair both trapping you. God, not even having a moment to yourself was possible in the castle. You seriously needed a break from all the chaos, so you decided to slip out under the cover of night from the castle to the nearby forest, at the very edge of the country’s borders to seek some time to yourself.

As leaves crunched under your every step, the moon cast a gentle silvery glow over your cloaked form. The leaves in the tree branches rustled softly from the occasional breeze, the peace and quiet bringing about a pleasant atmosphere as you trekked through the woods. Arriving at a small clearing where a babbling creek lay, you finally let out an exhale you had been holding. Under the canopy of the stars, and no one around to constantly screech the phrase “Your Majesty!”, the sense of freedom you felt was truly unmatched. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to at least let out your worries, there wasn’t anyone around anyways… “Damn those old farts, it’s not like I even wanted to be king! I can literally see the court eyeing me like a piece of meat every time they argue about the war like I’m some kind of idiot! God, sometimes I wish I was just some simple commoner!” Fueled by your sudden rage, words rushed out your mouth, the confusion and rage you had held in for so long finally let out.

Oh. That actually felt…good. Unfortunately before you could continue, a voice interrupted you, “Your Majesty, are you okay…?” Whipping your head around, you were greeted at a sight of a golden-haired man donned in a commoner’s garb, standing there awkwardly at the entrance of the clearing. Caught off guard, you stumbled over your words, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Well, I …uh…! Sorry, you had to see that… that was pretty embarrassing of me haha…” You rubbed your neck sheepishly, mortified that one of your subjects had seen you so vulnerable. There was a heavy pause as your words hung in the air. The man’s expression softened, and he stepped forward, his tone empathetic. "Your Majesty, we all have our burdens. There’s nothing wrong with sharing your troubles. If you don’t mind sharing some of your problems with this humble subject, I would be happy to listen.”

The man’s unexpected understanding and calm demeanor helped ground you. Word after word, you shared about how you feel, the weight of the crown and its decisions, and the man patiently listened. Hours passed and you learnt the man’s name was Leo and he was an alpha. “Leo, thanks so much for listening to me.” You smiled shyly at him. “Not to mention, you’re really handsome too, I bet a girl or two would be interested in a guy who is as caring and good looking as you. Well too bad, I’m a male, an alpha and the king at that. Alphas can’t really be together.” You joked, failing to catch a brief piercing look that flashed in his eyes before he reverted back to his gentle expression at what you said. “No problem, Your Majesty, the pleasure is all mine.” He bowed. “I am glad you were able to feel better, but I must go. See you around.” Waving at him, you watched as he left the clearing. Weird, you never saw his face before in the servants of the castle…why did he say see you around? Oh well, you brushed it off as you headed back to the castle, it didn’t really matter.

As you approached the castle, you were greeted by the sight of the once-grand fortress, now a dark silhouette against the burning sky, that was surrounded by enemy forces. Smoke billowed from the battlements, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of battle. Panic and despair filled you, as their king where had you been? Shirking your responsibilities and leaving your own subjects vulnerable! Your heart sank as you rushed into the fray of battle where the throne room lay, as multiple corpses of your former subjects lay there, a stifling numbness filled you. Gritting your teeth, you decided to fight to the end and honour your words as their king. Brandishing your sword, you swung at the enemy soldiers, desperately seeking revenge for your fallen subjects. Unfortunately, resistance was futile at this point, most of your soldiers were dead. The enemy soldiers recognised you as the king and immediately incapacitated you. Just before you passed out, you swore you could see a familiar smile on someone approaching you.

“—— needs to be done.” “That’s not——!” You jolt awake to the sharp, discordant murmur of voices. Groggy and disoriented, you struggle to make sense of your surroundings around you. The invasion! Wide awake, you opened your eyes to see the familiar throne room and your wrists bound together as you sat on the throne. Enemy soldiers surrounded the hall as a golden-haired man in regal attire seemed to be having a conversation with someone. Wait. No way. Was it- “Leo!” You blurted out involuntarily. Noticing that you were awake, the man gestured for the other person and the soldiers to leave as he walked in your direction. As he came closer, his cerulean eyes met your shocked gaze, there was no mistaking it. He was Leo, the man you had confided in hours ago.

The kind expression on his face you had seen was now replaced with a taunting smirk, a sharp contrast to his former soothing demeanour. A wave of disbelief washed over you, leaving you momentarily paralysed. Tilting your chin up with his hand, he smiled evilly. “Oh, you naive thing. (Name), you were just pouring your heart out to me as your subjects were ruthlessly slaughtered…you truly are a great king…” An almost psychotic giggle left him as he sneered at you. “I was honestly surprised. I thought you were be more well, less stupid. It’s almost adorable really! To not even do your research about the very king that you were at war with, your innocence was so cute.” Disdain was evident in his tone as he made cruel jab after cruel jab at you.

“Just kill me.” You snarled at him, a fierce defiance radiating as you bared your fangs at him. However, your words seemed to take on the opposite effect of what you wanted as he only cooed at you mockingly. “Now, now, I can’t possibly do that. You were so cute in trusting me, I can’t possibly let you go now!” He grinned with malicious intent, his thoughts unpredictable as you glared at him. “The elders at home have been bothering me about getting a wife lately, and you seem to like me after our first meeting so why not make you my bitch.” He beamed malevolently, making sure to enunciate every word clearly.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Bitch? Well, you certainly didn’t like that as you let out a guttural growl at that suggestion, your pride as an alpha rising up. “Quiet.” Leo shushed you almost as you were a disobedient child. Grabbing you with almost inhuman strength, you flailed as he hoisted you on his lap with your back facing him. Terror quickly set in as he began sniffing your nape where your scent gland was, his canines lightly grazing it. One bite and it was over. You wouldn’t be an alpha anymore and instead be bound to the very man that slaughtered your people. In a fit of fear, you began frantically struggling as you pleaded with him. “Leo! Please don’t-!” However, it was to no avail as he snorted back with a snarky “No.” He sunk his teeth into your gland, biting down with as much force he could humanly muster. The harsh pain ripping a pained whine from your throat as you scrambled at the air to grip onto anything to ground you. An intense heat began to envelop you, further intensifying your discomfort.

The bite took immediate effect, heat rushing through your veins as you felt your body beginning to change. Agony shot through you as the forced change to your secondary gender was initiated, a relentless wave of pain that refused to ebb. Your once sharp canines that served to give a mating bite shrunk along with your cock, turning into an omega’s tiny cock. Your unused hole began to leak runny slick through your pants, a sign that the bitching had been successful and your first heat as an omega was about to begin. Weakly twitching against Leo, your muscles felt like stone as all your strength was sapped from you. Satisfied with his work, Leo hummed as he licked the bite in satisfaction.

As the pain shifted to an insatiable need to be filled, you unconsciously grinded against the huge tent forming in his pants, seeking reprise from the unfamiliar heat you felt, your slick wetting his crotch. You whimpered, your newly turned body eager to be filled and fucked. Turning you around to face him, Leo tore off your pants impatiently, eager to see the results of his bitching. “Fuck, your dick has really turned into an omega’s useless cock!” He jeered as he thumbed at the slit at the head of your dick, pearly pre-cum forming at the tip. “F-fuck you…” You spat back, struggling to regain your senses in your lust hazed state. He smirked back, his fingers dextrously rubbing your cock in response. “S-stop!” You cried out, the rim of your eyes red. The humiliation of being bitched and getting jerked off was too much. Coupled with the fact you were a virgin, the pleasure immediately began to fill your frayed nerves. With your senses heightened by your heat, you came almost seconds after, the knot in your stomach tightening and breaking as you dirtied your shirt with a loud moan.

Hands moving away from your weeping cock, he spread your rim dripping with slick open. “It’s like a waterfall…” Muttering, he wet his fingers with your slick before slipping in a finger. The calluses on his finger served as delicious stimulation as they rubbed against your sensitive walls, trying to find your prostrate. Biting your lips, you tried to hold your moans in, not letting him have any satisfaction. Your attempts at resistance were once again futile as he quickly found your prostrate and began to abuse it relentlessly, slipping in another finger. Once again, you felt the familiar singsong of ecstasy rush through you as the pressure in your stomach tightened. “Gh! Ngh—no! D-don’t wanna cum again!” You sobbed as he mercilessly grinded away at your prostrate, crying out as cum shot out from your dick for the second time.

His fingers pulled out as he shared a kiss with you, hot tongue twisting and dominating your mouth. Caught up in the kiss, you didn’t notice him freeing his cock which was now circling your hole. The sudden intrusion had you gasping and pulling away as the blunt head of his cock slipped out from your movements. He grunted at you, annoyed as his cock throbbed impatiently. You shook your head at him desperately as your throat was too dry to form words. A sudden gentle expression formed on his face, “Okay, then if you don’t want it, I won’t force it.” He smiled, almost saint-like. You should have felt joy at what he said but only disappointment filled you. Why did you feel disappointed?! The growing emptiness in you made you restless as your instincts cried at you to make your mated alpha put his dick in you deep and knot you.

Conflicted, you stared at him blankly. “Tell me, do you want it or not?” He chuckled carefree, almost as if his cock wasn’t rock hard in front of you. The intense need to be filled overwhelmed your senses, you needed to be bred. Desperation and horniness got the better of you as you as you nodded your head, hole clenching in response. “Use your words.” He scowled in displeasure. Eager to please your alpha, you tossed aside your pride and shame as you uttered a low yes. In a split second, you felt his monstrous cock stretch you open and then white. You had squirted all over him just from penetration. Your mouth gaped as your eyes glazed over, the repeated orgasms leaving you twitching around the fat dick driving into you. “Shit.” He huffed, smug, and gripped your waist as he bounced you up and down his fat dick. “Ah! Ah- ugh!” Whimpers bubbled from your throat as you swore you saw stars from how hard he was thrusting into you, your prostrate kissed again and again. Watching your flesh ripple as his hips snapped against yours, Leo spurred on, your cries exciting him further.

Indescribable satisfaction filled you as he grinded his hips into you, making sure to go deep and bully your sensitive innards, making you pulse around his cock uncontrollably. “You like that, huh.” He growled, voice dropping an octave as he began relentlessly pounding, determined to sate his desire. It didn’t help that he had an incredibly strong stamina, making you orgasm multiple times, your voice too hoarse to even cry out. “Gonna wife you up, put my kids in you.” He groaned, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as the brutal pace of his cock began to stutter and slow down as the base of his dick began to swell. He was going to knot you. Roughly shoving his swelling knot in your hole, the burn and friction against your insides made you mewl in pleasure.

You attempted to move Leo’s hands away, but when that didn’t work, you tried to crawl off the dick destroying your insides. Tears fell from your eyes, your little cock not being able to keep up with the pleasure continuing to wrack his body. He felt you trying to pull away and grabbed you by the base of your throat, pulling his ass flush against his thighs. Leo continued to obliterate your hole, his other hand reaching down to wrap around the tiny dick. He jerked you in time with his thrusts, licking around the scent gland. 

“Don’t run from it. Take it like a good little wife.”

Finally, the moment came. The mast of his swollen knot locked you both together as he sheathed himself in to the hilt. You slurred incoherently as he began stuffing you full of his cum, a small bulge forming on your stomach. In a rare moment of reprieve, he gently placed his hands against your distending stomach as waves of cum were pumped into you. Trapped in a tight bear hug, your yowls of ecstasy drowned out his moans as you both came together. Barely conscious from the rough fucking you just had, your head lolled to the side on his shoulder.

Breathing in his scent as your hole hugged his cock, you swore you were going to kill him. A small hoarse “fuck you” left your lips before you drifted off to sleep, eliciting an amused laugh from him.

note: well that was it haha, Leo’s a bitch lol 💀. Tried a more descriptive writing style this time, hope u enjoyed the fic :)

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#sylus x m!reader #smut #sylus is currently my third priority in lnd (last being xavier because i don't have any solar pairsg bfor him. still love this bb boy tho)

#pet namees (sylus calls reader doll, baby boy, and kitten), breeding kink, fingering, unprotected sex, kinky sex, sylus loves seeing you in your pjs, took place after a year and a few months

#being the cutest, most handsome, and kindest boyfriend of your university's crush, it seems you have a lot to handle at once but especially his sex drive

you looked at the entirety of his condo unit and it was surprisingly huge! well, i guess that's a given seeing how your tall boyfriend is practically towering over you. "your place is nice," you stated before he wrapped his arms around you from behind, hugging you.

"our place is nice. this is where we'll be staying from now on. you don't have to pay rent, no anything. just sit there and look pretty, baby," he told you, the pet name making your cheeks warm as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

it's already been a year and a half when you and sylus started dating, experiencing various ups and downs but stayed together through all of it. one thing you did notice about sylus was that he was unexpectedly clingy and protective.

you never complained though, you loved seeing his vulnerable side. but another thing is, you noticed how he was holding himself back when he was with you. sure, he was clingy, but it just seemed new to you. everytime you initiated any means of physical touch, he slowly backs away.

you know he isn't uncomfortable when it comes to you, but it seemed that he was keeping himself in the "right state of mind" every time you initiated a kiss or any kinds of affection.

back to the present, you sighed and backed away from him, crossing your arms as you looked him dead in the eyes, making sylus confused. "sylus, are you holding yourself back because of me?"

"what? no," he answered a little too fast, a little too suspicious. you smiled at him and held onto his biceps, comforting him. he sighed, "i just don't want you to get the impression that all i ever think about is sex. i was just worried that you might hate it."

a scoff left your mouth as you cupped the taller man's cheeks with your hands. "sounds reasonable enough. but you don't have to hold yourself back, you can ask me when you want to do it. but no means no, alright?"

smirking, sylus used his thumb and index, holding onto your chin and raised it. "well, i am kind of in need of some pleasure right now, doll. do you consent?"

a simple nod from you was all it takes for sylus to finally give in to his desires.

"do i have to do it in my pyjamas, sylus?" you asked the other male who was already laid on your shared bed in just his boxers. you sat on the bed and the other male was obviously smirking as he eyed you from head to toe. "q-quit doing that."

sylus sat up and neared you, one hand supporting his weight behind you. "you just look so cute in those pink pjs, kitten. can't help it."

"you're really—"

you were not able to finish your sentence since as soon as you've opened your mouth, sylus attacked your lips with his. it was surprising for you to say the least as you never had any experience with kissing. you didn't complain though.

if anything, you closed your eyes in satisfaction as you held onto sylus' broad shoulders to try and deepen the kiss. at first you both stayed there, lips connected to each other to bask in the warmth of each other's mouths.

deciding to take the initiative, you slowly detached your lips from him before kissing him back in a torrid kiss, moving your lips in a sensual manner.

a dry chuckle left sylus' mouth at how eager you were before he finally kissed back with the same tempo. the silver-haired male moved his lips rhytmically with yours, small kissing sounds emitting from your lips. slowly, sylus pushed you down the bed, not breaking away from the kiss.

wanting even more, you guided your hands towards your boyfriend's silver hair and softly gripped on it, pulling him closer towards you, letting out a small squeal when his knee slightly brushed on your crotch.

sylus removed his lips from yours, trailing kisses down your neck to your collar bone as he looked up at you, your eyes half-lidded whilst small whimpers left your plump lips. "s-sylus.."

"what's wrong, kitten? you need something?" he asked with a sly smirk, going back to what he was doing. slowly, he undid the buttons on your pyjama shirt, making your cheeks heat up at the thought of showing him your torso. "don't be scared, kitten. I got you," he stated, as if he heard your thoughts.

you nodded as a response, sylus finally done undoing your buttons. "sylus," you called out in a sweet voice to which the said male hummed to, fingers trailing down towards your pants' waistband. he removed his lips from your body and harshly discarded your pyjama pants, making you gasp. "sylus! oh my god.."

the said male stared at your half-clothed body, admiring your seductive and soft stature. "you look so delectable, m/n. i never even thought would ever come," he stated with a teasing smirk, leaning down to places kisses down your stomach.

without even a warning, sylus grabbed the waistpand of your pants behind you and pulled it back, just enough to expose your ass.

you gasped at the sudden rush of coldness before he inserted a finger into your hole, making you yelp before you bit your lips to silence your screams. "s-sylus, oh fuck!"

"hearing you cuss like that is making me hot. why do you do it so politely? you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" sylus teased before he began to thrust his finger inside your hole, inserting another one to fully stretch your hole, doing scissoring motions to prepare you for his meaty cock.

a sudden scream came out from your lips, cutting you out of your thoughts. "oh my god! that felt so weird, sy. fu—you keep hitting it!" you shouted, making sylus 'tsk' as he moved up and placed a hand over your mouth to silence you. smirking, he slowly moved his fingers into your hole, seeing your eyes twitch as he neared that certain spot.

stopping, he tapped on your g-spot, making you whimper as you gripped on the sheets beneath you. finding it amusing, he pressed onto it harshly, making you gasp as you folded your legs. your eyes were closed at the pleasure before sylus' eyes darkened and constantly pressed on it as if it were a remote control's "return" button.

you had no choice but to let out muffled moans, your own cock twitching on your stomach a bit leaked pre-cum. "sylus, no...stop. it feels so good, it's bad," you stated, holding out a shaky hand to remove his finger but it was no use. you barely had any strength left because of the constant abuse on your prostate.

tears left your eyes as whimpers and ragged breaths exited your mouth, altough muffled. "i can't stop, kitten. if i do, wouldn't that be hard for you to take my big cock? now be a good boy and behave," sylus stated as he removed his fingers from your g-spot and began to properly stretch your ass out. "besides, aren't you the one who's pushing their own ass onto my fingers? what a pervert."

"th-then, please hurry up," your big doe eyes looked up at him with plea, the face you had on only making it hard for him to stop. it was always how you looked naturally cute with whatever you do that he would find his own pants get tighter, so having to see it so close is such a great experience.

sylus let out a deep chuckle leaving you feeling confused as he stopped his fingers from ever reaching the depths of your hole. "seriously..." he muttered, slowly pulling out his fingers that got him small whimpers from you, the noise going straight to his cock feeling it twitch in his underwear.

"whatever happens tonight," sylus rasped out, moving closer to you to give you a small shiver as he whispered into your ears. "it'll all be your fault, kitten," you felt yourself losing all the strength you had left in you, an unconscious moan moving past your lips. somehow, the way he calls you kitten just sent something inside you to tingle.

"you don't know how much i've waited to do this to you, m/n. hearing you moan my name in your sleep the last time you came over, i just couldn't wait any longer."

upon his revelation, you felt your cheeks get warm due to the embarrasment. "it wasn't intentional, sylus. I was having a dream...a wet dream that you were fucking my ass nonstop until my legs were nothing but weak," you explained, sighing as the taller male trailed his right hand from your legs towards your chest, his touches making you shiver. "sylus."

"quiet."

you heard how his' breath became raspy as he suddenly began to grind his hard-on onto your exposed cock. "oh my god...sylus," you moaned out, and before you could even comprehend things, he pulled back and dragged you with him, catching you by surprise.

smirking, sylus held you up with ease before you've found yourself on all fours. you were just about to go back up but his sudden weight on your back had you struggling. "kitten, don't fight it."

it's that nickname again. you thought. "b-but this position looks so odd. will—AH!"

a sudden scream erupted from your throat as you felt the tip of sylus' cock suddenly enter your hole unannounced. knowing that he needed to shut you up, he placed his left hand over your mouth as he neared his lips towards your left ear. "as much as i love to hear the noises you make, the walls here are thin."

you could only nod as you tried to adjust his bulbous cockhead. "you're so big, sy. i can feel it stretch me out fully," you stated, although whispered and muffled through the other male's hand.

feeling successful, sylus could only smirk as he felt his chest swell with pride at the thought of the mess he will make of you. he was the sweetest person you could ever meet in your whole entire life. kind and caring, but once you resort into submission, especially to him, there is no way the male would miss out the opportunity to take advantage of it and completely show you his dominance. "that's good to hear, kitten," sylus whispers again into your ears, sending shivers down your spine, feeling your own member twitch at the action.

sylus, then starts littering kisses onto your neck, leaving love bites in the process to show others that you are his prized possession. a silent moan leaves your lips at the contact of his plump lips on your skin. truth be told, just as much as sylus, you have waited for this time to arrive.

before, it was all just happening in your head, but now, you're literally about to get dicked down by the one and only sylus who, for a fact, is your boyfriend, lover, and partner.

you knew that on your first day at sylus' condo that those secret glances and tantalizing stares during your visits were something. you knew that the few times he purposely showed you his thick bulge through his jagger pants without any underwear, his tip poking through the fabric meant something and not just 'to feel more comfortable' as he always would reason to you.

"i'll start pushing, m/n," sylus, in between his kisses, informed you to mentally prepare you for his thick rod, you gasping when he roughly pushed his cock in you as you turned to look back at him with a pained expression, the other male caressing your arms before pushing his cock in fully.

"gh!" you coughed, sylus stopping his movements as he grabbed you by the waist out of panic. "fuck..you're too huge, sylus."

the other male smirked before he gritted his teeth, covering your mouth with his right hand before pushing all of his length with a silent grunt. your eyes grew impossibly wide as a scream emitted from your mouth, not out of pain but not out of pleasure as well. somewhere in between.

this was your first time and you could feel every inch of his cock brush against your walls, his thick cock stretching your ass out which made you clench the sheets. sylus hummed at the tightness of your hole, tears trailing down your eyes as you hung your head low. "how does my cock feel, kitten?" sylus asked as he leaned closer to your ear.

a small whimper erupted from your lips as he slowly pulled out until the tip was the only thing inside you, making you clench around his cock needily, pushing your hips back as you looked back with teary eyes. "what..? s-sylus, please—"

all of a sudden, the older male thrusted his cock inside your hole in one go, making you yelp as you arched your back, satisfying sylus who could only chuckle darkly before he was thrusting slowly inside your hole. "shit, your ass feels so good, kitten. i'm finally able to do this. fuck."

small whimpers left your lips everytime sylus pulled out, then back in. wet, squelching sounds originated from your connected parts before he gave another powerful thrust, this time hitting your prostate head on.

"agh!" you screamed out. fortunately, sylus managed to muffle it with his hand. "s-sylus. oh my god...feels good."

"do you seriously want to wake everyone up? you pervert," he degraded, giving your ass a loud slap before he pulled his cock out and placed his hand on your throat to pull you back towards him, thrusting as soon as you two were now kneeling together.

sylus was fast enough to react by attacking your lips with a passionate kiss to silence your screams. you curled your toes in pleasure, eyes closed as you did nothing but choked out moans.

he swallowed every noise that emitted from your lips as your own cock twitched every time the other male subtly thrusted into your tight heat. you felt his tongue swipe along the bottom of your lips, making you open your mouth obediently. the silver-haired male sucked your tongue and swirled his own onto yours.

your lips moved in sync, sylus thrusting experimentally. once he heard a muffled whimper, he of his wits went out the window as he began to thrust into your hole at a normal pace, his hands trailing from your inner thighs, to your crotch, then up your stomach, landing on your chest. "sylus," you called out, your hands finding their way on his arm.

he hummed as he thrusted his cock into your hole at a pace you could bare, small whimpers and moans exiting your lips as your ass hit his hips, wet noises bouncing across the room. the other male could feel your whole body tremble and shake, deciding to fasten his pace with a low groan.

the fast pace has you biting your lip, throwing your head back as scratched your nails on his arms. that familiar coil in your stomach appeared again, pushing your hips back onto his to chase your own high.

"fuck, you gonna cum, kitten?" he asked, you nodding eagerly in response as he began to pound your hole mercilessly, making you moan out loudly. "you really want to wake them up, huh? want them to hear how much of a mess I've made of you? want them to hear how good i'm making you feel?"

not stopping his animalistic pace, sylus focused on giving you the pleasure that you deserve. all you could do was moan wantonly, body squirming as you felt your cock twitch, pre-cum "i'm...i'm gonna—ahhh! s-sylus!"

sylus began to nip at your neck, sucking every once in a while to leave purplish-pink hickeys that would surely be hard to hide even with make-up.

your own breath became ragged, his thrusts going even faster as he chased his own high, making you scream out in pure bliss every time the tip of his cock brushed against your prostate. "fuck, your hole feels so good. does my cock feel good, kitten? my cock makes you feel this good," he clarified before you felt his cock grow inside you, indicating that he was near his climax.

you clenched your hole against his cock, pushing your hips onto his to chase your own high before you let out one particular choked gasp, throwing your head back, eyes rolled back in pleasure as thick ropes of white squirted from your cock, falling onto the bed's white sheets. sylus continued to thrust inside your hole, finding his own release.

the pleasure made your whole body shake as you dug your nails onto the other male's strong arms. "fuck, fuck! i'm gonna cum!" he announced as he threw his head back, holding your waist tightly that it would surely leave bruises. "fuckfuckfuck! oh fuck, i'm cumming!"

you felt his cum paint your walls white, making you groan as you hold onto his biceps. he stayed in that position, cock buried deep inside you as he came a lot, some of it dripping down your hole. an idea popped inside his head. he continued to thrust inside your hole to fuck his cum into you, making you whimper at the overstimulation. "s-slow down, wait."

"i'm sorry, m/n."

"what part of 'no means no' did you not get, sylus?! i told you i had to pee!" you shouted at him, the other male chuckling before he neared you, bolster separating the two of you. "now i've wet the previous sheets. i have never ever wet the bed since i was 3."

he smiled, "i told you, that wasn't pee. well, kind of. i made you squirt," sylus clarified as he removed the bolster and hugged you. you glaring at him before turning your back on him. "please don't be mad at me. (fave food) tomorrow?"

you were just about to say something, but you sigheand looked back at him. "fine. but when i tell you 'no' next time, that means 'no' alright? or no sex for a year."

the thought made sylus widen his eyes before he pursed his lips then nodded, hugging you closer as you two went to sleep, unaware of a fully awake doctor who was now even more awake after what he just heard.