#✖ no one deserves you【 self 】

[kitten4sannie]

24 - ᴘᴇɢɢɪɴɢ - ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ

ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ

pairing: anti hero! jongho x fem! reader 

genre: the boys au (just the universe tho. nothing from the show is mentioned except for compound v), angst, smut

summary: you take care of your friend after he has a rough night.

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of violence, blood/light injury, mental deterioration, sub! jongho, service top! reader, pet names, use of the word 'mommy', nipple play (m receiving), pegging, spanking, subspace

a/n: we’re getting real deep in it again ;; but don’t worry it’s very smutty too just really dark as well 💔 there might be some spelling/grammar errors in this just fyi.

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Being the resident “strong man” in the super hero scene wasn’t easy. It took a toll on him mentally and physically, feeling his bones and muscles ache a little more each day, but refusing to quit, knowing everyone was counting on him. No one ever bothered to warn him about the consequences of dealing with evil, either. It required him to give into the darkness inside him, sinking a little further into the abyss each time he had to put someone down for the sake of another’s safety. He didn’t know exactly when, but at some point, he had been swallowed up. Stuck in the cage that he created, still holding onto the key that he refused to use.

It should’ve scared him when the sounds of bones crunching under his fists, the smell of the blood that would drip down from his face onto the wet concrete, and the small breathless pleads that the person below him would whisper to him as a last ditch effort to live all started to appeal to him. Sooner or later, he felt that he lost himself completely, only seeing bits and pieces of his former self when he would stare into his tired reflection in his shattered mirror at home.

Jongho became the type of person that didn’t take shit from anyone. Built like a tank and as intimidating as one, no one ever dared to give him trouble, unless they were psychotic or a raging masochist. Most people were scared of him, rebuking his name after the reports of the bloody messes he would leave behind, despite his genuine efforts to keep the general public safe. Though, there was still one person he felt comfortable enough around to show himself to without all the layers of filth. His old friend from before it all, who always chose to stay beside him, even when everyone disappeared from his life one by one.

“Y/N,” Jongho mumbled weakly in front of your front door one late night, covered in fresh cuts, his eye swollen, with some smeared blood already dried on his cheek. “I know I usually call, but…I just…really needed to see you.”

Holding your robe closed due to the cold air hitting your skin, you took a step back, letting the slouching man enter your residence. “Jongho, what happened?”

“I saved a woman from her psychotic, Compound V-using boyfriend.” He leaned against the wall, awkwardly reaching down to untie his combat boots, leaving a few smears of blood on the white surface. “He put up a fight. I’ll give him that. Though he didn't really have a chance. Not after I smashed his face in..." He set his shoes in the corner and glanced up at you, wondering why you didn't look at him like everyone else did. With fear. Revulsion. Instead, you looked at him with a tenderness he felt he didn't deserve.

You closed the door and took careful steps in his direction, reaching your hands up to caress his stinging cheeks, not saying anything. Just letting him feel your warmth.

You could remember the first time he came to you this late at night. Covered in blood that wasn’t his, sobbing in your arms, crying that he had to do it. He had to do it to protect everyone. He didn’t have a choice. Now he stood here looking at you with a distant gaze, like the person inside him took a break from manning the controls.

“Jongho…” you murmured, gently rubbing your thumbs over his jawline, leaning in to press your lips onto his as softly as you could. You felt him lean into it, his hands sliding onto your hips, barely touching you, like he was afraid you would shatter into pieces. You broke the kiss, your forehead pressing lightly onto his. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jongho shook his head, his dark black hair swaying a bit, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Just want you to make me feel better.”

He always meant one thing when he said that.

“You want to be my baby tonight, Jjong?” you asked sweetly, some sadness hidden inside your tone. You wished you could do more for him. More than just being a distraction from the pain.

“Please,” he practically begged, resting his head on your shoulder, his body starting to slump down onto yours, the walls he kept up starting to crumble around him. “Please, Y/N, I want to forget…Make me forget…”

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He wasn’t a monster. He couldn’t be, not when he was still able to feel the way you made him feel. Soft. Safe. Warm. The complete opposite of the evil he dealt with. The evil that he let hold on to him like a straightjacket, only able to be free of it when he visited you.

You laid on Jongho’s scarred chest, pressing kiss after kiss onto his cheeks, his neck, his collarbones. Hearing him sniffle, you reminded him, “You’re safe, baby. You’re safe with me.” Running your fingers over each of his ragged scars, you brushed your lips over each one, whispering ‘you’re safe’ like a mantra that you couldn’t let go of. Each reminder allowed Jongho to sink into the mattress a little more, to pull himself out of the cage inch by inch, the barriers coming down one by one to reveal his fragile heart of glass.

“Want your mouth on me…” he requested under his breath, his calloused fingers sliding up your bare lower back, his cheeks sporting a light blush.

“Where, baby?” You ran a thumb experimentally over one of his nipples, making him shiver and gasp. You let out a small gasp as well, rubbing it in circles, feeling it harden against your skin. “Here, right? Because they’re so sensitive, huh, baby bear?”

“Mm-hmm. M’ really sensitive there.” Jongho tugged at his slightly swollen bottom lip with his teeth, his blush growing deeper, his hands traveling up and rubbing your upper arms almost in a self-soothing way. “Play with baby bear.”

“I’ll play with you, baby.” Positioning yourself so that you could begin lightly grinding yourself onto him, you leaned your mouth down onto his untouched nipple, flicking at it with moderate pressure, while you continued to tweak the other one.

Jongho let out a small whine, arching his back out off of the mattress, his hands sliding down to your thighs to grab at them, squeezing your soft flesh in between his fingers. “Lick the other one too, Mommy.”

Pulling away from his chest, a small string of saliva connecting your mouth to him, you murmured, “Mommy’s going to take care of you, alright? So keep telling Mommy what you want…” You leaned yourself back down, licking and sucking at his other nipple with varying amounts of pressure, flick, flick, flicking your tongue on it until Jongho’s moans began to crescendo, still dragging yourself back and forth on his cock all the while.

Jongho’s mind was feeling pleasantly empty, buzzing with pleasure instead of pain. It was everything he could’ve asked for. He wanted to stay in it as long as possible. And he knew you would do everything in your power to make that happen. “Nnngh, gonna cum from Mommy playing with baby bear’s chest,” he informed you breathlessly, encouraging you to move your mouth back onto the other one, lapping at it like you were licking a melting ice cream cone.

“Baby bear’s gonna share his honey with Mommy?” you asked against his skin, thumbing both of his pebbled buds with quick, but pressured swipes, now moving your hips so quickly, your bed began to squeak underneath the two of you. “Hmm? Is baby bear gonna spill his honey everywhere?”

“Uh-huh…!” Jongho threw his head back into the pillow behind his head, a choked cry coming from his dry throat. “It’s spilling out, Mommy…” His cock pulsed and twitched, painting your cunt and inner thighs with his load, some spurting out onto his lower abdomen. “It spilled everywhere…I’m sorry…”

“No, no, don’t be sorry, baby bear,” you reassured him, lowering yourself further down his body to lap at the cum, looking up into his glossy brown eyes, his sweaty black bangs already glued to his forehead. “It’s okay to make a mess for Mommy. Always.” You swallowed his release down, making Jongho let out a soft sound of approval, before dragging your tongue up his pelvis and v-line, cleaning him up one swipe at a time.

You made him feel so clean. So pure. Like he could ask for things without worrying about feeling like it was dirty. Dirty like the grime that was left underneath his nails every time he came home on nights he spent pounding people into dust. No, he couldn’t think about it. Not when he was here with you. He just needed to escape for a little while longer. That’d be enough to keep him in touch with his humanity.

“Baby bear needs Mommy inside…” he admitted in a broken tone, tears threatening to leave his stinging eyes, positioning himself on his hands and knees when you climbed off of him to put your strap on. “Need Mommy’s cock.”

Pouring some lube onto the silicone cock and rubbing it around, you climbed back onto the bed, looking down at Jongho, who was already reaching back in between his legs to scissor himself open for you. “Mm, is baby bear sure he wants it rough? He doesn’t want Mommy to be gentle?”

“I want it rough,” he confirmed firmly, resting his face down onto the sheets with his ass up in the air, sliding the tips of his fingers inside, looking back at you with a somewhat serious expression. “Okay?”

Watching him leave the space he was in, you followed his lead, wanting to cater to his every need the best you could. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“Jongho,” he whispered, his sore fingers gripping at the sheets, taking in a small inhale. “Call me Jongho.”

“Jongho,” you repeated softly, pouring lube onto your fingers and replacing his, slowly working them in and out, taking in the desperate, needy moans he was letting out. “Are you ready for me?”

He nodded his head weakly, swallowing hard to keep the darkness from spilling out of him and consuming everything in its path, including you. “Please, fuck me as hard as you can...I need it..."

Pushing the head of the toy into his entrance, you placed your hands on his hips, battling your own demons all the while. Why couldn’t you bring him true comfort, instead of whatever this was? Were you really helping him? Why couldn’t you help pull him out of the hole he was burying himself in? Why were you just standing idly while he sank deeper and deeper?

-

Sweating heavily, Jongho emitted harsh breaths, his mind feeling fuzzy around the edges. He was starting to unravel, unable to hold himself back. You were fucking him just like he wanted: unrestrained, vicious. He groaned loudly, pulling at the sheets so hard he tore into them, being driven forward each time you pounded yourself into him. “Hit me,” he growled out, his sore body pulsing with an intense pleasure he wanted to envelop himself in. A pleasure that was more fulfilling to him than when he- Smack. His ass stung and throbbed, but it wasn’t enough. “Again!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Grab my hair, Y/N. Grab it and pull it.”

You hunched over him slightly, breathing hard, closing your eyes tightly to prevent tears from coming out. You grabbed a tuft of his damp hair and pulled it, bringing his head up in your direction. “Like this?”

“Uh-huh,” Jongho sighed out, his brain and body beginning to flood with endorphins he never thought he was capable of feeling. He was still human. Not a monster. If he was a monster, he would only feel these types of things when he was crushing someone with his bare hands. “Flip me around. I want to kiss you.”

Only pulling out for a second, you flipped his body over with his aid, spreading his thighs apart and plunging yourself back into his slick hole, laying your body back down onto his. “Come here…” you whispered, slotting your lips onto his, his tongue already slipping inside and exploring your open mouth.

Moaning into your mouth with each thrust, Jongho wrapped his arms around your neck and hooked his legs around your waist, your sweaty bodies melting together. Warmth, wetness, pressure, pain, pleasure, euphoria. You weren’t sure where you ended and where he began. It was all blurring together in a mess of static.

“Cumming,” Jongho whispered against your lips, his eyes just barely open to look into yours, holding you so tightly against him that you were starting to feel dizzy.

One more rough thrust of your hips sent Jongho over the edge, gasping sharply as he started to cum, his load leaking out in between your sticky bodies, his limbs constricting around you like a python about to have its next meal. “Jongho...you’re…” you began in a strained voice, unable to breathe with the way his forearms were positioned around your delicate neck, tapping his shoulder a bit. “…squeezing too tight…”

Still deep in the throes of pleasure, feeling it wash over him, wave after endless wave, he held on just a little longer, squeezing a little harder, feeling your heart begin to slow down against his, your body beginning to relax more and more into his.

“Jong…ho…” you murmured underneath your breath, feeling like you would be crushed any second now, your fingers barely brushing over the tough skin on his chest. “Pl…ease…”

Locking everything away in an instant, Jongho suddenly let go of you, allowing your lungs to fill back up with air, rubbing your back when you began to cough painfully. “Y/N, shit…I’m sorry, I was just…”

Shaking your head, you pressed a kiss against his warm cheek, wheezing into his ear. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Jongho.” You rested your head in the crook of his neck, running your fingers through his damp hair. “You’re safe…with me.”

Jongho smiled to himself, resting his hand on the back of your head, closing his tired eyes, a few tears slipping down his flushed cheeks.

He was still human. Able to do human things. Feel human emotions. Pain. Pleasure. Regret. Hope. He could feel it all. For what it’s worth, at least he could still return to his cage when he needed to. He wasn’t a monster, after all.

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[swynlake-rp]

"I am your superior, and I can prove it!"

FULL NAME: Hunter Belos BASED ON: Hunter (The Owl House) FACE CLAIM: Casil McArthur PRONOUNS: He/Him BIRTHDAY: Dec. 25, 2001 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information || cw: death, self-harm, implied abuse ||

On May 29, 2022, Hunter Belos’s heart stopped beating for five minutes and thirty-three seconds.

It’s a miracle that he is alive. 

Thankfully, the Boiling Isles has the most elite Magickal Healers in the entire world, and thankfully, Hunter’s guardian is the richest, most important man in all the Boiling Isles. So, Hunter is alive and his heart still beats, and the scars that run across his body are badges of honor. 

Sometimes, Hunter looks in the mirror and he wonders what he would be without Belos. He doesn’t remember his parents — not the ones he was born to, anyway. Like some bad Mundus children’s book, he grew up with a distant aunt and uncle who could hardly wait to get rid of the young sorcerer that had landed in their hands. When Belos showed up the year Huner turned 11, it was like a dream come true. He told Hunter to change his name, and when Hunter pointed out that he’d already changed his name, Belos told him he needed to do it again. 

The world will doubt you if they know where you came from, Belos said. Let yourself be born anew, like a phoenix from the ashes. 

Hunter wouldn't dream of calling Belos his father. Belos is his guardian, his boss, his mentor — a great sorcerer who is personally training and guiding Hunter to one day rise in the ranks of the Emperor’s Coven. And when Hunter’s magic started to wane and falter, Belos was the one who helped him. Together, they created special runes for him, so that he could help focus his raw magic and harness it properly as a Battle Mage. Some of them are drawn with ink, some of them tattooed, and a few Hunter carves into his skin.

(Belos doesn’t know about those ones; Hunter will do anything to stay golden in Belos’ eyes). 

Belos has been distant these past few months, even more distant than usual. Hunter wonders if he messed up, by dying. Hunter wonders why his heart gave out for no reason. The doctors said it was a dormant cardiac arrhythmia, triggered when Hunter jumped into battle when a giant wrym encroached upon the small town he was staying in with Belos. Does this mean Hunter is useless now? Does this mean Belos is already looking for a new Golden Guard, one more fit to protect him and the Emperor’s Coven?

Hunter will do anything to stay golden in Belos’ eyes. So, when Amity Blight messes up and Belos furrows his brows together and pinches the bridge of his nose, Hunter knows he will do whatever he is told.  To Swynlake, it is — under the guise of establishing better relations with the quaint (pathetic) Magick Friendly Town in the south of England, Hunter will enroll at the university while he searches for Solomon’s Seal. If he can get the Seal, he will prove to Belos that he’s still capable, that he still deserves the title of Golden Guard… 

✓  Confident, loyal, honorable

✖  Rigid, jealous, pretentious

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Sorcery – Battle Specialty

Grimwalker - paused in the moment right before death and kept alive by a spell