#feel free to say you don’t want x gene or breed

[transtundras-fr]

I’m bored on the job. Send an ask and I’ll scry you based off your vibes

[roseykat]

What about alpha Minho/omega Jisung X alpha fem! Reader?? The two alphas fucking each other roughly because it's their nature and they constantly try to dominate the other, both of them fucking their little Omega until he cries and shakes in their hold, marking him as their mate

The three of the spending their ruts/heats together...

That's it

Thank you for giving me free rein (again) over another topic, and I think this is the first A/B/O type hard thought that I’ve written on this account lmao

Imagine the sheer, untapped ferocity between alpha Minho and alpha reader whenever dominance is at stake. Not to mention whenever their doe eyed, freshly marked mate is watching as well before he gets clawed into the mess. His alphas’ ruts are brutal and totally unforgiving, but to me, Jisung holds the mental faculty as a natural pleaser. Yes omega’s submit to alphas, but Jisung just submits in general because that’s also his personality and not just his genes (in this AU anyway).

So even if he didn’t possess the genetic makeup of an omega, that man is on his knees, awaiting further instructions from reader and Minho without question.

They’d fuck him harsh and senseless, using his holes at their own will until he’s crying from how good his insides feel. Even though he likes it hard, fast, rough, and will take both of them at the same time on any given day, his alpha’s can go overboard sometimes. But he knows it’s not their fault and they know that if there’s anything that’s as equally bad if not worse than a rut, it’s when Jisung goes into heat.

Slightly similar to his partners ruts, it’s uncontrollable and unbearable if nothing is done about it. He could absolutely go on heat suppressants to help lessen the intensity of them. But it doesn’t make them disappear. He’ll still present all the symptoms of being in heat when it swings around, and if he’s especially unlucky, they don’t work.

If that’s the case, Minho and reader have to prepare for their mates heats just as he prepares for their ruts.

Jisung’s can’t withstand his physiological needs and will beg, cry, or both sometimes, for his alphas to fuck him. When they’re not around, it’s not an uncommon occurrence for reader and/or Minho to catch Jisung with an article of clothing from each of them, bought up to his nose as he tries to finger his slick hole on their bed.

The need to be fucked by his alphas surpasses all rationality. His body screams at him to be knotted and bred. So when he again, goes crying to his alphas, sobbing at their feet because his body hurts without them, they don’t hesitate. It’s fairly usual for the two alphas to offer their bodies. To fuck him into the mattress repeatedly, and it’s never just once when he’s in heat. Not even twice. He’s going until his heat ends, which can last for days at a time.

The worst was when Jisung had an irregular heat that lasted for just over a week. It was exhausting for all parties, particularly Jisung. But both alphas had to find and create ways that would satisfy Jisung’s needs until their own stamina replenishes. So Reader and Minho went out to buy sex toys for Jisung to use, which at first, takes the edge off a bit, but it’s not long after until his skin starts crawling with what feels like fire, and the only way to put it out or to satiate it, is if Minho and or reader fucks him until he’s unable to hold a single transient thought in his pretty little head.

Now when Jisung’s heat triggers a rut for either Minho and or Reader, then it’s beneficial for all three of them because they’re getting what they want. Not to mention it’s the most likely and accurate point in time where it’s possible for Minho (and or Reader) to breed Jisung.

Some AU’s suggest that female alphas can’t get male omegas pregnant, some say the opposite - I’ll leave that up to whoever is reading this to decide that for themselves x

[darkmulti]

I see your request is open for hc yay!

Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. ���� thanks! 💜

-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS

⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms

The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger

Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place

Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind

If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top

Your parents raised you to stay away from them

They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child

They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far

They still needed to be able to smell you out

You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger

And you can only explore during the day time

Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you

One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff

This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting

10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene

Your pack… everyone was dead

Blood everywhere

Bite marks all over their body

You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other

You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing

“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late

You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night

Why couldn’t they kill you too?

You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent

Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up

You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind

You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head

The next morning, you woke up in a bed

You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where

His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night

Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic

“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”

You started to freak out

“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”

You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it

However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger

He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room

He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face

You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped

Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help

Your heart crumbled into a million pieces

“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy

“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”

You looked at him, appalled

“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”

You pushed him away from you and slapped him

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number

“Kill them all.”

You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”

“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”

“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”

Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop

“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”

He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away

The next day was the worst day of your life

They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding

Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin

After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house

Once you got inside you turned around and faced him

“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”

“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach

“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”

“You’re so naive, little one.”

You look at him, dumbfounded

“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”

“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave

He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling

“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”

You made the worst mistake of your life that night

That was the first time you made him angry

He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you

One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly

Now, you were terrified of him

Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down

All you could think was “why?”

Why was this happening to you?

Why was only your breed being targeted?

Why did he kill all those wolves?

It mentally tore you apart

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on

Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down

“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up

“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”

You began to panic, so naturally you howled

“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”

Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook

He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust

You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind

You felt disgusting and worthless

Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock

Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day

He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself

You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing

The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath

You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you

Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to

It felt like you were being ripped apart

Especially because it was your first time

“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”

Your voice cracked in between your sobs

You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix

The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder

“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him

He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could

You came around him and thought it was over

Little did you know, it was just the beginning

Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically

You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you

There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs

You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip

And his strong scent made your head spin

You were a helpless, mess

Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline

Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses

Your clit was burning from overstimulation

Your cheek was red and bruised

But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping

You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body

You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible

You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm

You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body

Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out

Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him

He didn’t care that you were unconscious

You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist

This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you

If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live

You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything

After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you

“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”

“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”

He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy

You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best

You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby

Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex

Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could

You were in so much pain but handled it for your child

The next month, you gave birth

You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust

Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse

The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know

After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom

You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest

Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated

You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house

He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn

Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you

“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”

You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep

Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son

“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”

“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”

You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep

When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand 

Your heart dropped to your stomach

“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”

He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”

He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down

“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”

“This is my house, I can talk however I’d like.”

There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated

You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong

You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt

He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts

“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”

Jungkook always gets what he wants

His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt

You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable

You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed

You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad

You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers

“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered

Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby

You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally

An hour after, you had another orgasm

You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent

Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan

He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue

You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets

In the end, you passed out like always

You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son

He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7

So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement

For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly

You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore

He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways

You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line

Jungkook could easily hurt him

He doesn’t really care about your son

(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)

Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness

He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up

He loved having so much power over you

He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life

You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it

There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead

No one dares to mess with him

I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭

[helenazbmrskai]

Claws of prurient

Pairing – Werewolf! Jungkook x Reader

Genre – CEO AU, Werewolf AU, Witch AU, Fantasy, Supernatural, Modern Days AU, Matchmaking AU, S2L, Fluff

Summary – [Claws of prurient is a multinational firm targeting werewolves around the world. Offering their services for the supernatural specimen searching for their mates that could be everywhere around the world. Instead of leaving everything to the moon, your father, the previous ceo who built this business from scratch wanted to introduce a modern solution for a modern society.]

Warnings – tiny angst, nothing else for this small drabble

Word Count – (2.4k)

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Author note. I had this sudden idea so I decided why not turn it into a small drabble. I find the concept interesting so give it a try.

Claws of prurient is a multinational firm targeting werewolves around the world. Offering their services for the supernatural specimen searching for their mates that could be everywhere around the world. Instead of leaving everything to the moon, your father, the previous ceo who built this business from scratch wanted to introduce a modern solution for a modern society. Werewolves don’t live in huts deep in the woods those thoughts are left to human children for entertainment. They’re close to human contact living among them freely after the veil of shadow was lifted. It happened way before you were born into this world. The earth stopped turning around its axis when the supernatural crawled to the light. Humans, werewolves, witches, faeries, vampires. The list could go on forever but you don’t have to because your technician a sweet wolf called Jimin developed a server for these creatures to exist and keep track so there’s no reason for you to make another list even in your head when there’s a perfectly good one just a click away on your computer.

Your father is a proud wolf and he has every reason to be. He built his riches up brick by brick earned every penny and head turn. The supernatural community respects and bows down to his powers that alone says a lot. His business wasn’t blooming like it is now. Things weren’t always this easy as well. While you can walk around and see interspecies relationships from left and right back in the days your father’s ambitions were frowned upon. His parents turned the other direction when he married your mother, a witch. The first couple to get married and not share the same breed. The old ways didn’t serve their purpose anymore in our technologically advancing world. From using phones to sending planes to the planet called mars. Evolving was easier said than done but thanks to the next generation and their open minds your father could speed up the process.

Marriage between interspecies was legalised. Countless studies were published that your father funded to get to know the science behind mating. Women became more than just a means to bear children and continue the legacy of men.

Once you finished community college your father stepped down his position that created an uproar. You were not only a woman but a mixed breed. Thanks to the studies almost all of the mysteries between interspecies mating were discovered. You were taught to embrace your differences and you were proud to be your parent's daughter and the sister to your younger brother Hejun.

When a child is conceived in their mother’s belly there are a lot of aspects to consider before the dominant gene gets recognised. In your case, your mother’s legacy was stronger than your father’s. You have magic in you, she taught you the ins and outs of being a witch practising spells and brewing potions with you till the sun came up while your father taught you the equal parts of being a werewolf. You can’t shift and run free like your dad but he never made you feel less for it. You sure eat like one though. Your case was a simple one since the moment they realised you were a girl your dominant side was determined. The xx chromosome in your body suppressed your father’s characteristics following the ancient rules that always ensure when a witch gives birth to a girl it will be a magic-user. The same could be said in your brother’s case but reversed. A boy is more likely to have your father’s dominant genes to take over, making him more wolf than a witch.

Despite the fact that the company funds interspecies matchmaking services the board wasn’t happy for you to take your father’s place as the ceo. The directors are old wolves who don’t like the idea of a witch being in charge of an originally werewolf directed firm. Too bad that you don’t care about their opinion. Unless your father disapproves of your ways in managing the company you’re not going to let them sway your beliefs.

You know that inside the company there are still a few to still prefer the old ways. You heard numerous times that what was working shouldn’t be fixed fly from their lips. But it wasn’t working and you won’t let them take you for a fool. They’ve been trying for years to get the better deal out of the shareholders but even if they buy the percentages from the rest of the funders your percentage will outnumber theirs in any day.

You were five coffees and a board meeting later that you finally stumble into your office. Their suggestions drive you mad on an ordinary day not to say on a day when your mood is dropped lower than your double chin.

While you were waiting for your sixth coffee you decided to draw the curtains and alleviate the pain of your foot by removing your high heels. You start massaging your callused heel and dig into your pressure point in the middle of your foot moaning in pain. You get yourself together when you hear a knock on the door.

You make sure that your posture is fixed and your heels are back on when your assistant peek his head inside your dimly lit office.

”Come here Jungkook. Is that my coffee in your hands?” You sound excited as you eye the drink. Unfortunately, you didn’t inherit much from your father’s side so you can’t smell the strawberry smoothie that Jungkook slyly ordered instead of your latte until it’s too late. He doesn’t want you to overdose yourself on coffee if he could help it even though he knows he’ll probably get an earful for messing up your order.

You frown when you take off the lid and you sure know that it’s not coffee unless they invented pink coffee that you truthfully doubt.

”Where’s my coffee?” The realisation hasn’t been set yet. You look up from your seat with your best ’kicked puppy’ look and Jungkook swallows down the urge to purr even though he’s not a cat. Those eyes do things to him for sure.

”I think you had enough coffee for one day Miss Y/N.” Your frown deepens but you dive in nonetheless. It tastes good and he chose your favourite flavour you give him that.

You vividly remember his first day as your assistant. He was very skittish around you during his trial period. Your father handpicked him from the candidates a year ago when your father’s assistant who looked after you retired.

Most days he looked like a cornered animal greeting you good morning with a respectful bow and looked out for your every wish and command. There was an incident when he messed up a copy from a very important contract and you yelled at him (to be fair you needed it for a meeting that was starting in five minutes and it was like a seventy pages document) but the important part of that encounter was that he immediately kneeled in front of you begging for your forgiveness. The whole office witnessed it and if it wasn’t enough he fucking whimpered when you began to walk away from the scene. You couldn’t recover from it since.

You questioned him about his actions the next day when your face didn’t burn in embarrassment and he shyly told you that his wolf can recognise the alpha in you. You tilted your head to the side and asked him what he meant by that.

”I. You know I’m mixed, right? Yeah my father is an alpha but I don’t have any dominant werewolf genes in me, I can’t shift or anything like that. Are you sure what you sense is me?”

”Y-yes. I d-don’t know if you know this but I’m an omega. I have this urge in me that I need to please you. Oh, wait it sounded weird. I didn’t mean it in a weird way! I just-”

You can’t get his whimper out of your head even after half a year passed. You know for sure that the only thing you inherited is your temper and your big appetite. You don’t have urges, you don’t howl at the moon or shift into a wolf you don’t have heats like werewolves do. Your witch side is the dominant one yet you feel this unknown drawn to him.

You’re running a supernatural matchmaking company you fucking know what that means but you refuse to acknowledge it.

You didn’t even speak to your father about it. You know he’ll make a big deal out of it, he always likes to talk about all the sparks and sexual tension he had with your mother back in the days when he realised that she’s his mate. He always told you that you might be more witch than werewolf but you still have a mate out there waiting for you just he had your mother. Honestly, you didn’t think it was possible until you met Jungkook.

There’s no way he doesn’t know about this bond between you. He’s a full werewolf you heard from your father that this urge is very strong for full-blooded wolves while you can only feel an inch in the back of your mind his is probably screaming. Yet he never mentioned anything to you. Your first thought was that he’s probably ashamed that you’re mixed but then he’s been working for you for a year and you know that he’s not a person to think that way.

You’re watching Jungkook from the corner of your eyes as he fidgets in his seat from the moment the meeting started. One of the features that you offer is to confirm compatibility between mates. Your firm runs a lab that analyses their blood samples and makes the matches. Today you’re here to discuss these details with the couple. They’re happy to hear that there’s nothing to be worried about. They let you on an intimate detail that his husband’s heat is coming up and they want to start going for a baby, they wanted reassurance considering that the wife is a witch like yourself. You heard about this phenomenon before. Since witches and werewolves are considered natural enemies their bodies are not always able to produce a child. Your parents are one of the lucky ones who could have you without any complications but you know less fortunate ones who couldn’t say the same. You don’t blame them for playing it safe. You’re in the middle of the conversation when his leg shaking drives you nuts that you automatically place your hand on his knee to stop the motion. The gesture is concealed by the table but the couple sees how Jungkook tenses up due to your touch and asks him if he’s feeling ok.

The couple left after another discussion about the payment but Jungkook’s leg shaking remained that prompts you to as soon as the door closes behind them you turn to him with a low growl. ”Stop. What is wrong with you today Jungkook? Can you stop shaking your leg for a fucking second.”

There’s this whine again that you can’t stop picturing in your head when you’re alone in your room. You rarely growl but your period is coming in two weeks and you’re feeling frustrated since you had a wet dream this morning but had no time to relieve yourself.

”I-i’m sorry M-miss. It’s just that my heat is coming up and-” He shuts up as soon as he sees the look you gave him.

”Is it because I’m fertile?” You ask leaning into your chair as you decide to address the issue at hand. You can’t keep running away from your problems.

”H-how. You. I. W-when did you find out?” You know he’s implying to your mate bond. It makes sense now that you see the confusion in his stare. He thought that you can’t feel it. You can’t blame him, you told him that you don’t have that many werewolf characteristics, he probably assumed that you can’t feel this pull towards him.

”Will you be mad if I say approximately half a year ago?” You watch his reactions carefully. You don’t enjoy hurting him but you think he deserves your honesty. He’s your mate after all.

”Oh.” That’s all he says but you see the deep disappointment settling in. Fuck you feel awfully even more than you thought you would. He’s thinking that you’re rejecting him. You need to say something before he starts crying. Oh no. You can see from your seat how his eyes grow mistier and his bottom line fills up with tears.

”Hey don’t cry. I swear this is not what you’re thinking!” You jump up from your seat that the chair collides with the table in front of you with a big thud alerting Jungkook and you. You send him a sheepish smile and crouch in front of his seated form to be at his eye level caressing his cheeks when the first drop rolls down when he blinks. Jungkook’s eyes widen more when he realises your position. His wolf feels in all sorts of ways seeing you almost on your knees for him. For a wolf, it means that you’re trusting him enough to show him your vulnerable side. Your mixed signals confuse him.

”I should have worded it better. The truth is I didn’t think that I had a fated mate out there. It’s not as powerful for me but I definitely feel a pull towards you. I was afraid I think. You’re smart, kind-hearted and the best looking guy I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. You deserve better. I’m just a mixed and my werewolf side is not even the dominant one.”

”Bullshit. I don’t care about either of those things. There’s no one better out there for me that isn’t you. You were fucking made for me.”

You blush a deep crimson when you hear his words saying it with such conviction in his voice that your worries melt away immediately.

”I’m your boss though.” You trail off with your sentence when you feel him wrap his hands around your wrist to pull it away from his face.

”I can get another job but I can’t get another mate.”

[missymurphy1985]

Friends with Added Benefits

Part one of ?

Warnings - smut / daddy kink / breeding kink

You and Cillian had been working together on Peaky Blinders since the beginning- it had become a FWB situation at the end of Series 4 after a drunken kiss at the wrap party. Both of you had kept it completely secret, hooking up solely while you were filming series 5 and living out your own lives the rest of the year, but what happens when things take an unexpected turn as series 6 begins filming?

A/N - Cillian is single, and has no children. Reader is in her early 30s, and plays Tommy Shelby's wife.

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby

You sat on the floor of the bathroom and took a deep breath. Now or never y/n... A sudden voice jolted you from your thoughts.

"Y/n, you in there?" What the fuck was he doing here? How did he get into your apartment?

"Sorry, yeah.. I'll be out in a minute..." You flushed the toilet and quickly hurried out of the bathroom.

Cillian greeted you with a warm smile, sat on your sofa with the TV remote in his hand already flicking through the channels.

"You left the door unlocked - came in to make sure you were okay, you seemed a bit off onset today?" He patted the sofa next to him for you to sit down.

"Sorry... Just a bit tired I guess, only been back a day and I'm done already!" He lifted an arm to pull you into and you happily accepted the invitation.

"So series 6 then.. the last one," you sighed, curling your legs over his.

"Yep. Only gotta put up with me for another 16 weeks and you're free to do as you please. Or who you please at least," he kissed the top of your head and chuckled, you feigned your own chuckle in response. You knew this was just a 'filming only hook up', but you couldn't help but feel a bit sad. You'd looked forward to Peaky restarting again the second each series had finished. You knew though, that there was no tying Cillian Murphy down - other women had tried, but he was a happy, carefree bachelor. You'll make the most of the next 16 weeks together and move on.

Before long his fingers made their way over your hips, circling slowly as they crawled over your stomach.

"Does our agreement still stand or do I need to stop?" He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.. that fucking accent...

"I'm single again, if that's what you're asking me.."

"Again?"

"I was seeing someone.. I ended it a month ago." He pulled back slightly.

"Sorry y/n.. were you with him long?"

"Just a few months, nothing serious it was just a casual type thing. He decided he couldn't compete with Thomas Shelby."

"You told him about us?!"

"No, the rumours have been flying for YEARS Cillian! He wouldn't believe me when I told him it wasn't true.."

"That's because it is true, and you're a terrible liar!" He smirked, before pushing your body down on the sofa, covering it with his own.

"He'd certainly have his work cut out for him wouldn't he?" You smirked back. "You gonna show me what I've been missing Mr Murphy?"

"I absolutely am Miss y/l/n... But let me shower first? I'm still wearing the makeup from earlier and it's pissing me off!" He kissed you lightly on the nose before grabbing one of your towels out the cupboard and heading into the bathroom.

He came out 10 minutes later, towel wrapped round his waist and stood next to the sofa, brow furrowed.

"What's this for y/n?" You looked up and your heart sank. In his hand was the pregnancy test box you'd hidden in your cabinet - clearly not hidden too well.

"Well it isn't for baking cakes Cill..."

"Are you pregnant?"

"I don't know yet, I haven't taken one.."

"Well what are you waiting for? Come on." He took your hand and handed you one of the tests. "Go do it. Now." You couldn't help but laugh at his insistence and went to pee on the stick.

Coming back out with the test in your hand two minutes later, you held it up to show him, tears in your eyes as your chin wobbled. He was pulling his jeans back on as he took the test from you.

"Okay well now I'm confused? It's negative - why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, I'm fine.." you choked, wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

"Come on, y/n... What's wrong?" He pulled you over to the sofa and sat you down, squeezing your hands, worry written all over his face.

"You wouldn't understand Cillian, just leave it okay?"

"Did you want it to be positive?" You looked into his eyes and burst into tears, nodding. "You wanted his baby?"

"It wasn't that.. Cillian I'm 32 years old. Kinda thought I'd be married with a kid or two by now you know? I'm sorry okay, I'm just being stupid..."

"What's stupid about wanting children of your own?"

"Because I'm never going to have it am I?"

"Says who?" You took a deep breath.

"Look it's crazy okay, I'm just hormonal and crazy..."

"Okay you're not crazy y/n. Pretty sure it's normal to want children and marriage, I'm just an oddball!" He laughed. He'd made no secret of the fact he had no paternal instincts at all.

"Thing is... I don't want marriage. Not even a relationship.. just a baby. Still think I'm normal?"

"You might struggle there y/n.. I don't need to have 'the talk' with you, do I?" He smirked.

"No Cillian I'm well aware.. I was thinking of adoption maybe, or a sperm donor?"

"Admirable for the adoption route. Terrifying for the other one, you could end up with anything..."

"True. Kinda leaning more towards all of that though.. the feeling of carrying my own baby is just.. it's exciting I guess. I'm freaking you out, aren't I?"

"Strangely.. no. In fact, I have an idea."

"What?"

"You want a baby, but not a father, right?"

"Right."

"The dad doesn't need to be involved at all, ever, yeah?"

"Nope, never. I don't need help emotionally, financially, nothing."

"Well let's make a baby then." Your neck nearly snapped with the force you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?!"

"I have exactly what you're looking for, right? I have decent genes, copious amounts of sperm as you know very well," he smirked. You weren't laughing though.

"You're insane, you can't possibly think this is a good idea?"

"Why not? You've made it clear that you're not interested in a relationship - that's one of my boxes ticked. I get to have sex with you without a condom - second box ticked. I get to fuck a pregnant woman - third box ticked. Kinda been a fantasy for a while..." You raised an eyebrow at his last admission.

"Do we have a daddy kink, Cillian?"

"Yeah, without the desire to actually be a Daddy. Just the thought of you.. swollen belly.. breasts overflowing... Fuck y/n you'd look sexy as hell..." He made his way over to you, the bulge in his jeans evidence of his arousal at the thought of you being pregnant.

"And you'd sign over all parental rights to me?"

"Just tell me where to sign..." His hands cupped your face gently as he pushed his body against yours, backing you up towards your bedroom.

"No weirdness... No one would know the baby was yours?"

"No one..." He pulled at your t shirt, lifting it over your head before crashing his lips against yours, both of you falling onto the bed together as he pushed his erection against your core hard. Unhooking your bra and throwing it across the room, his lips found your nipple, sucking and nibbling on it as he pulled your jeans and underwear down your legs.

"Fuck.. Cillian.. you need to be sure about this..."

"Never been more sure of anything y/n.. I'm gonna put a baby in you... Let me put a baby in you..."

You gave in when his fingers entered you, pulling forward finding that one spot inside that only he could find. Your hips bucked against his hand as your eyes closed, mouth open gasping his name.

"Fuck I've missed this... Don't stop..." His lips were on your neck, leaving marks that your makeup artist wouldn't thank you for tomorrow but you didn't care in the slightest, the need in you too much.

"I need to feel you on me y/n... Come for me girl..." his fingers pulled harder and faster, sending you over the edge while his voice whispered in your ear. Within seconds of your orgasm he pushed his length inside you with a hard groan, lifting your leg over his elbow. Your nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust his hips, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.

"Yes... Fuck yes baby fill me up..."

"You want this huh? Fuck you feel good bareback... I can feel all of you..."

"You feel so good Cillian... Filling me up... So fucking deep..."

"Fuck.. I'm gonna come... Jesus y/n..." The sensations too much, he spilled into you, you could feel ropes of his cum deep inside as your walls milked him for all he had. He fell onto your chest, pushing himself as deep inside as he could.

"I'm not letting any of this fall out... Need it to take... Stay on your back." You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him softening inside you.

"You really want to do this, don't you?"

"If it makes you happy, yes. You want a baby, I want to give you a baby. You don't want a father, I don't want to be one. I see no problem with any of this."

"And if the baby looks like you?"

"Crazy coincidence."

"If you change your mind?"

"About what? Being involved? I won't, trust me."

"Reckon we've made a baby tonight?"

"We may well have done. I still get to fuck you if we have, though, right?"

"Damn right you do - you're giving me a baby, least I can do is give you a pregnancy fuck to say thank you," you laughed as he pulled out slowly, kissing your lips then down to your belly.

"You better hurry up in there, I've got a fantasy to cash in on..." You batted him away laughing as he moved over to collect his clothes. He never stayed overnight, it would raise too much suspicion. He winked at you as you lay on the bed, and headed out the door smiling.

This might just work out, you smiled, curling under the sheets and drifting off, dreaming of your blue eyed baby.

[burnedbyshoto]

cravings & needs

— Even Natsuo has cravings and needs that demand relied even when you, his wife, is pregnant.

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pairing: todoroki natsuo x pregnant fem!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, pwp, pregnant!reader, pregnancy hormones, slight daddy kink, lactation, breeding kink, natsuo platonic!calls reader mommy.

word count: 2,825

a/n: i am like: breed but no pregnant. but sometimes im like: pregnant but no baby. so basically, I lose.

kinktober day 16 main kink: lactation | kinktober masterlist

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You were going to strangle Todoroki Natsuo until his face turned blue and purple.

Then you will cry.

Then you will profusely apologize as he splutters for breath.

Then you will kiss him soundly, fingers ripping his clothes off, raging hormones simmering your blood. 

Then you’ll shove him off of you, calm once again, and ask if he wanted to go get some ice cream as his pale skin flushed red.

To say the least, you absolutely hated your stupid, good for nothing, utterly super-fertile husband who just had to carry the Todoroki breeding kink gene. You were nine months pregnant, nine months after finally agreeing that both of you were ready for children. Your belly was so large and swollen with your future son that you often cried when seeing yourself in the mirror. Not because you were insecure, but because you didn’t think the skin on your stomach should stretch that much.

“Are you sure he won’t accidentally pop out of my stomach like in Alien if he presses against me too hard?” you had cried to your doctor of a husband who looked like he wasn’t sure if he should be laughing or mortified of your lack of common sense.  “I promise,” Natsuo smiled, pressing a kiss to your swollen hands, but you didn’t believe him.

But your entire body hurt at the moment. Every piece of flesh and contracting muscle was swollen to its max. You didn’t feel cute. You didn’t think you were cute as you lay in your bed with a million pillows fluffed around your body because you could no longer lay on your back. Your lips were pulled into a pout, your eyes shining with tears as you sniffled.

“Natsuooooo!” you wailed, your feet kicking against the mattress pathetically, calling out to your husband, who was doing who knows what. “Natsuoooooooo!”

There wasn’t even a response back to that, and for some reason, it infuriated you. Hormone and pain-fueled anger shot through your pregnant veins as a demanding cry left your lips. “TODOROKI NATSUO!”

“Yes?!” came the distant faraway voice, the scuffing of a chair on the floor and the pittering of feet as you remained on the bed, suddenly feeling guilty and sad. “Coming!”

So when Natsuo peeked into the room, his glasses sitting on the crown of his head telling you that he was probably looking through his research, you began to bawl. You had the audacity to tell Natsuo that you weren’t crying as your face burned with your embarrassing tears and as you soaked not only your pillows but your face with your tears.

“No, no, baby, what’s wrong?” Natsuo asked his face swimming with concern and sympathy for you, his nine-month pregnant wife. He approached the bed, sitting at the edge, but that made you cry harder as you turned away from him, your back to him. You felt his hand touch your shoulder, soothing your shaking shoulders as he let you stay unresponsive as you continued to cry.

“I hate you,” you eventually spat, the guilt no longer sitting in your collection of feelings because this was his fault. You sat up on the bed, or well, tried to. You allowed Natsuo to help you into a sitting position that made his damn bastard kid sit directly on your bladder. You had just peed!

“What did I do?” Natsuo asks, his mouth twitching in that annoying way that told you he was trying to take you seriously, but given all your outbursts lately, his expectations were low.

“You put this stupid fucking bastard demon little fucking shit in my stomach!” you raged, grabbing him by his collar and shoving his face to your stomach where the stupid kid was trying to play open the damn piñata on your stomach! “He has been in here for nine-months too long. My entire body hurts, and my tits feel like they’re about to fucking explode with this milk I fucking can’t even fucking save because this little shit isn’t coming for two more weeks. I want him gone. I want your stupid fucking little not so cute breeding kink demolished,” you hissed, your eyes glaring into his grey eyes that glistened with emotions that made the raging fire of hatred and anger flicker and evolve into one that went straight to your cunt. Fuck.

“You don’t like being pregnant?” Natsuo asked, his hands slipping under yours and manages to push them off of his person. Your mouth runs dry as you stare into his darkened eyes, and you’re subject to his thoughts and actions as your sore back comes in contact with your pillows. His voice is in a soft drawl, each word coming out slow and thick like honey. “Fuck, baby, that’s too bad because you look so fucking bred with my son. You have no idea how excited I get whenever people get to see my pregnant little wife, stuffed with my child.”

His lips are brushing against your collarbone as he says that, the heat of his breath making you pant. Your fingers curl into his shirt, your mewls pathetic and needy.

Stupid fucking hormones. 

“Where do you hurt most?” he asks, lips trailing down the cleavage of your swollen with milk tits.

“E-Everywhere,” you gasp when his hands slip underneath your shirt that barely fits anymore. His weathered hands trailing up the swollen mountain of your belly, you can feel the little shit in you reaching out after his touch too. “N-Natsuo! Don’t t-tease me!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, my love,” Natsuo tuts as he pulls away from your collarbone, and you shiver as he manages to bring your shirt over your swollen stomach and past your aching breasts. “Do you need daddy’s cock to make you feel better? Maybe we’ll get lucky, and I can impregnate you again right now, so you don’t have to stop being my cute pregnant wife.” The thought of that sends your mind over the cliff. Realistically, you know that would be horrible, but the way his voice spoke in such a husky manner, and knowing that he is fucking obsessed with your pregnant, successfully bred body, a part of you hopes it happens. You watch with horny need and desire, ready for your husband’s mouth, fingers, and cock to please you and your horny state. But as you try to get your hands to his pants, the strain of his cock evident to you, you realize he hasn’t moved. “You’re lactating.”

You blink, and you peer down at your breasts, and you shriek at the murky white liquid dripping from your enlarged, swollen nipples. Through your entire pregnancy, you had managed to never leak milk in front of Natsuo. More often than not, you were with Fuyumi or Rei or your own family when it happened when he was at work, but for the past month, when milk was starting to leak out without your spoken permission, he had never been around. 

Natsuo tilts his head, his tongue pressing between his lips as he coyly looks up at you, grey eyes suddenly appearing jet black. 

You breathing piques.

And you don’t have the time to question why your husband looks like a predator cornering a prey as he sinks down, mouth suddenly enveloping a single nipple.

“NATSUO!” you shriek, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his hot, wet mouth latched onto your nipple. 

His tongue twirled around your leaking nipples, lapping at the liquid that was coming out on its own, his hand on your other breast, keeping it upright, and you realized with a distant thought that he was somehow preventing the milk from spilling from your unlatched onto breast. You trembled under his hold, body feeling like it was being electrocuted as his teeth slowly sunk into your nipple, and he began to suck on your swollen, inflamed skin. It wasn’t anything different from how he usually sucks your breasts while the both of you fuck, but it felt to a greater degree of intensity and fervor for some reason. A rush of liquid, a slam of electricity slammed through your nerves as you wailed for Natsuo, your legs managing to hook over his waist as he sucked and sucked on your nipple.

Milk flowed from your free nipple, filling Natsuo’s mouth like a bottomless pit. Natsuo drank the sweet, warm liquid in his mouth, some of the murky fluid dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he sloppily drank you. Entirely obsessed with the taste of you.

“That’s so dirty of you!” you cried beneath him, hands weakly beating on his shoulders. “You’re so dirty, daddy! So d-dirty! You stupid, breeding idiot doctor pervert! D-Don’t you know that m-my milk isn’t — nghhh, oh my fuck, yes, yes just like that!!!! The milk — aaaahhhh!!! oh my god — the milk’s for the baby!!! N-Not… fuck, fuck, fuck, not for you!”

You tried to stare him in the eye but found the raw lust and want in his eyes to be overwhelming, your body trembling as you looked away from his gaze. The slight discomfort of having the milk being ejected from your nipple in such greedy, powerful sucks soon fades into throbbing pleasure. Your head knocked back into your once tear-stained pillows as you cry for Natsuo, the milk in your breasts leaking out even more now that there was a hungry mouth waiting to be feed. 

Your cheeks pounding with embarrassment. But you had to admit the feeling of his mouth, wholly and greedily consuming your milk made your cunt throb with heated need, and you were more than delighted to find that even in this position, your cunt ground against his hard cock.

He pulled away with a wet pop, his lips and chin absolutely wet with your milk, and you whimpered at the sight. If you knew any better by the way your breast no longer hurt, you’d say he sucked you dried.

“It’s my responsibility as a doctor, the father of your child, and your husband to make sure your milk is suitable for my child,” Natsuo calmly almost wickedly explained, his mouth suddenly against yours. “It’s my job to fulfill your body’s every little demand and need until you’re fucked and sucked satisfied.”

The sweetness of your milk suddenly invaded your mouth, and you cried at the taste of your milk.

“See,” Natsuo grinned, and you panted as he pulled away. He began to remove his pants and underwear, sliding down his boxers to reveal his beading, swollen cock, and tore your undies, unfazed by your scream of dismay as he spoke the entire time. “How can you hate when I put a baby in you. Especially when you can produce milk that fucking sweet, my love. I can’t wait to stuff you full with another kid, see you this fucking pregnant again. So soft, so cute, absolutely helpless and needy for anything and everything I can offer.”

Your cunt scorched and clenched in need, your panting, barely open eyes focusing on how Natsuo rutted his cock through your soaked folds, and how he had another hand to your other breast, pinching, almost milking your nipple.

Horny fury throbbed deep within you.

“Todoroki Natsuo, if you don’t fuck your pregnant fucking wife right now, I swear to go—aaahhhh!!! Shit, fuck!” you screamed as Natsuo’s incredibly thick cock finally entered your pulsing walls, stretching you out beyond what you were ready for as your body twisted and writhed against your pillows. Jaw slack open, tumbling heaving breathes, and half formulated curses escaping your mouth as his cock entered you.

Your eyes fluttered impossibly fast, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Natsuo shifted his hips further into you. It seemed that while being pregnant, your cunt had become stupidly tighter, and Natsuo’s cock, which you could take without even breaking a sweat nowadays, had come to absolutely wind you like some blushing virgin as of late. 

“Shhhh, shhh,” Natsuo whispers against your cleavage, his hips rocking into you at a slow speed, teeth skimming and biting alongside your still swollen with milk tit. “Be a good mommy and let your daddy fuck you while drinking your milk, okay?”

You couldn’t even come up with an articulate word to say. Your head nodded, you think, you couldn’t even tell as his cock dragged up your walls, making your head spin just a bit as his mouth enveloped your thus far ignored nipple. 

There were moments where you felt like you’ve come to orgasm without actually orgasming. The sensation of his cock shifting in your cunt that was absolutely so tight, you could feel the pulsing veins on his cock beating against your walls with his pounding blood. But it was that wordless sensation of the milk being sucked from your swollen breast that made your toes curl with satisfying lust, the heat of his mouth, and bite of his teeth on your throbbing muscle and flesh that had your hurting hips shifting for more friction.

Pounding, blissful pleasure washed over you as the slurping noises of Natsuo greedily, hungrily drinking in your milk.

“Faster,” you cried when the not quite an orgasm faded from your skin but left a static sensation in the tips of your fingers and toes. Your hands went from his shoulders to thread and yank at his hair. “Faster, daddy, fuck me faster, drink my milk more! Do it harder, please, please, I need you more! I want to feel this more!”

And Natsuo, true to his belief what a doctor, a husband, and the father of your child should do, did what you demanded.

His hips rocked into you, the squelching noises of your wet pussy were loud and demanding. The rocking juices and essence from your legs seeping out with every rocking slam, splattering onto your lower stomach that Natsuo dutifully avoided. His mouth that was nursing on your nipple sucked and sucked; loud smacks and massive gulps you swore you could feel on your breasts made your thighs tremble with lewd need. You tugged at his hair, absolutely riveted with the way he drank you, shaken with the fact that found this attractive.

Natsuo drank your milk mouthful by mouthful, his blackened eyes piercing through you completely, making your lust haze gaze feel weak and absolutely shallow as the glinted with glee with every successive slam of his hips into your cunt. 

“Fuck, your milk is so fucking sweet,” Natsuo growls against your breast, his mouth taking a break from your breast as you pant wildly. “Gonna take all that I can before the pup shows up.”

The words curl and pulse in your core, and you can barely manage to stammer out his name at the thought of him feeding himself with your milk for the next two weeks before your child finally came. You shake with the need, your head nodding pathetically with the agreement to let him do as he wants as you slowly whine out a verbal response, but there’s no reason to answer. For when you do, your words heavy on your tongue, his teeth sink into your nipple, his cock brushes against your cervix, and the throbbing, heated pit in your stomach, so dense and heavy with your satisfied need and lust, exploded with the peaked wanton need. An orgasm ripped through your body, your heels digging into his hips as you screamed his name. Your body trembles as you can feel that all too familiar heat of his seed spilling within you, the sticky fluid swimming in you as he continues to feed on your milk.

Your nipples ache with the overstimulation, but you can’t muster anything more than a few pathetic whines as Natsuo continues to drink. He sucks and sucks and sucks until he pulls away. The final gulp of your milk loud and sends a shiver down your spine as he wipes the back of his hand to his wet lips. 

Tears somehow explode into your eyes as you stare up at your beautiful husband, who, now that his own hormones have faded looks entirely scared.

“Oh fuck, what’s wrong, my love? Do you need me to go get ice cream? I’ll get the bath running, and we can go soak—?”

“I’m s-so h-happy,” you smile, a watery grin on your face as you grab onto your husband’s jaw that is still slightly wet with your sweet milk. “You make me feel so happy, so good. You make me feel like the best person in the w-world, and I wouldn’t m-mind being pregnant with more kids as long as you keep doing that.”

Natsuo stills, his scared expression melting into one of fondness and slight cockiness, “I think I can make that work.”

[alice-angel12x]

☁Alpha!Kirishima x rebellious!omega!reader

Omegas, the lowest rank and the most submissive... Well not all. 1 out of 50 omegas is an omega-R. Or called broken omegas, they have an uncanny ability to ignore an order from an alpha.

An Alpha order is a special ability they have to force submissiveness on the lower ranks, even some lesser alpha. So if an alpha tried to use his Order on an Omega-R, they would not submit. Or at least not very easily, they will feel the urge to obey. But they can ignore it and defy them. Other than that there is no real difference between the omegas.

So you could see why my kind is frowned upon. Not wanted and such. I was born an Omega-R from a pure omega couple, funny enough.  Know there is no way to tell if you an omega-R, till some alpha tries to order you into having s@× with them. Then the next thing that alpha knows is that they have a broken nose. Or they do a DNA test to see a small mutation in your omega genes.

News quickly spread about me being an omega-R, while most omegas found it cool with a few exceptions. Other ranks especially alphas did not like this. To them, an Omega-R is something unnatural.

"That's unnatural, such a freak of nature"

"Disgusting, that thing should know its place,"

"Life is gonna crush her spirits soon anyways,"

"I can't wait for her to sent to Omegan school,"

They would snicker those words behind my back. Omegan school is a place to teach Omegas how to please their mate. Being Alpha or Beta, whoever is willing to paying enough to have a 'trained omega' as a mate. I found it disgusting, and many omegas would agree, but in silence. Omegas have the most restrictions, they have curfews at night, only certain jobs are open to them. Or at all if their Alpha/beta allows them. All this to "protect the fragile omegas". Even though I have met many omegas with powerful quirks and skillsets. But are swept under the rug just cause of their second gender.

Despite this, I had one good alpha friend named Kirishima. He was gentlemanly and kind, the only one who treated me like an equal or at least like a person. Know that doesn't mean he was a pushover, he was a pretty formidable Alpha. The only guy who believed I could become a hero.

Many people in society believed that omegas shouldn't be hero's, that is a role only for betas and Alphas, they say. Omegas have only two roles, to be a perfect obedient housewife and used for breeding. Yet what I find only more messed up, is when the education system goes out of its way to try to prevent me from even attempting to get to UA. But thanks to the power of knowing the right people I was able to take the exam. And pass with flying colors, placing in number 6.

Know I have a pretty strong telekinesis quirk. I could crush a large point zero robots into the size of a small truck size metal ball. Yet even in this school, surrounded by good people in class 1A. I still couldn't escape the awful stereotypes. They mean well, but once in and while they would bring up the flaws omegas have, and how they shouldn't be in the hero course. I never told them that I was an Omega-R.

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It was a bright day and we were outside doing training. Aizawa placed everyone in one on one matches, chosen by a simple lottery. Y/n was up against Bakugou, a very strong and proud alpha.

He was a little too happy to fight y/n the omega. I wished they would stop referring to y/n only by her second gender. Bakugou never liked Y/n from the start, he believed that she should have gone to Omegan school like she was meant to. The others believed that becoming a hero is not safe for omegas. I just can't help but get pissed off about that, they think they can protect omegas by stripping them of their humanity and rights. Forcing them down a path that leads to them being locked away at home. Only there to please their mates.

The fight between Bakugou and Y/n was fierce. Every time Bakugou tried to get close to y/n, she'd simply push him away with her quirk. Eventually, y/n was able to pin Bakugou in place with her quirk. He was just a few inches away from the boundary line.

"LET GO OF ME, Omega!"  Bakugou ordered.

Y/n trembled at his voice. Bakugou was using his Alpha order to force Y/n into submission. Some of my classmates trembled too.

"This is why an omega shouldn't be a hero. Omegas can't help but obey an order," Mineta said simply.

"It's a sad truth, most villains are alphas. So Y/n could be easily forced to submit by a simple order. Some alphas can break free of order, but omegas can't," Momo added with a sorry look.

"Surrender omega! That's an order," Bakugou said with a cocky smile.

Y/n trembled in place, she was fighting against the order. Then suddenly Y/n started to run full speed at Bakugou. She jumped into the air moving forward from her momentum. She twisted her hip, recoiled her leg, then extended it right into his face. Kicking Bakugou out of bounds. Everyone was shocked, not because this omega bet Bakugou, but because she was able to ignore an alpha order.

"I may be an omega, but I'm not an omega you can order around. And I would never submit to the likes of you," Y/n said with her own piercing glare.

Everyone started to look at her oddly after that. Those Who were nice still talked to y/n, but many just stayed out of her away like the plague.

One night I entered her room, after a hard day she had. She was on her bed sobbing. It has been a rough week after word got out that an Omega-R was in the school.

"Are You alright Y/n?" I asked her.

"No," Was all she said.

I quietly walked over to her bedside and sat on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong with being what I am?" She sobbed.

"There's nothing wrong, it's just many higher rankings like to be superior. Omega-R's are like a threat to them," I said sadly.

"Do I feel like a threat to you?" She asked as she looked over at me.

"No. But to be honest that's what I like about you. Don't get me wrong having a submissive omega would be nice and all. Yet that thought doesn't seem appealing to me. And my dad would take advantage of his rank all the time with mom and me," I explained

"I refuse to be like him. I... I'm going to be better than him. So I've been wanting to ask you," I hesitated. I didn't know if this was the best time to ask this question.

"What is it Kiri?" She asked as she sat up.

"Will... Will you be my mate. Not as Alpha or Omega, but just as Kirishima and Y/n," I asked.

Y/n was silent for a long time, till I felt arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"I would like that very much, Kiri~," she coed as she kissed my cheek.

[nymphigeon]

From me, to you || 07

♤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

♤ Genre: fluff, angst, romance, hybrid au, hybrid!Taehyung, detective!reader

♤ Words: 2.5k

♤ Rating: PG-13

♤ Warnings (for this chapter): Mentions of hybrid abuse, swearing.

♤ A/N: Surprise! I'm really sorry it took me this long, but I finally found the time and drive to write again :) Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: A story in which he has never known love, so you’ll give it to him.

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06 07

"What do you mean this hybrid doesn't exist?"

Her eyes are wavering with an unspoken fear, perhaps caused by the bitterness my questions holds. I'm not happy, and she knows.

“It’s just, the chance that a dangerous breed such as the tiger hybrid would escape our system is basically zero..” The gaze she held on the computer screen unsurely moves my way. My expression must've instilled another layer of anxiety to the already existing one, as her mouth abruptly stops moving and her pupils dilate.

“Go on, explain.” The tone of my voice softens a bit as I notice her visible discomfort worsening. Even if there is no way that I’ll get any information from this place regarding Taehyung and his owner, I would still like to know why they’re both not showing up here.

Eun-ji takes a few deep breaths to stabilize her voice. As she does her posture slowly relaxes just a little and her eyes lose some of the nervousness they held before. “Because the first ‘successful’ tiger hybrid ran rampant after killing their creator, anyone who still breeds or creates them is being watched very closely by us, as well as by some other institutions.”

Perhaps it’s my lack of reaction that causes her to trail off at the end. Though I’m not judging her or her story, unlike she may think. To encourage her to continue, I give her a nod, tilting my head to show interest.

“The regular citizen isn’t even allowed to have one, needing special training to handle them. It’s like that for most hybrids that find their origins in wild animals. Creating tiger hybrids obviously requires a lot of knowledge when it comes to playing with genes and breeding them…. Well there are only three organization that are authorized to do so. All the resulting hybrids are registered and chipped.”

The explanation, which turns out to be a lengthy one, gets broken by a shuddering breath leaving her lips. She composes herself, clinging on to the little confidence she has left in her line of work to speak about the rest of her clarification.

“Of course people have tried to do it themselves, but those d.i.y operations have always ended in disappointment. If not taken proper care of, with substances only a board certified hybrid doctor can provide you, the pregnancy will fail. These are no easy practices they are dealing with.”

After the girls’ last words I give myself some time to think, letting a silence full of tension fill the room. It must be obvious that my mind is somewhere else at the moment, as the other girl in the room does her best to stay quiet. I don’t need much time however, my thoughts having quickly rearranged themselves as they were trained to do.

“So what you’re saying is, since tiger hybrids are hard to ‘create’, if you will, there are only a few people who actually manage to bring them to life. And so those few people are kept under close watch, as are the hybrids they successfully wake, am I correct?”

Eun-ji nods affirmatively, clearly happy that I seem to understand the situation. “So there is absolutely no way that someone without authorization has had a decent attempt at either genetically merging a human together with a tiger or getting a tiger hybrid pregnancy to be successful?”

Perhaps there might be a bit of scepticism in the question I asked, as her attitude immediately changes into a defensive one. “There is not! Whatever hybrid you’re searching for either gave you a false identity or is not a tiger hybrid at all, which would seem rather unlikely. I told you they get chipped right? Why not go look into that.”

“He doesn’t have one. We already had a hospital take a look at him, they didn’t find anything. ” The statement seems to shock her, the gears in her head instantly turning as to find an answer to this riddle. She however can’t seem to get one.

“They can be removed, can they not? They’re just under the skin. If someone decided to just cut it out they could. Terrifying, but plausible. Either that or one of your faithful authorized employees has been leaking information to outsiders.”

This is where Eun-ji seems to give up. Her shoulders sagging and a heavy sigh leaving her lips. “There would still be the problem of the missing equipment, test subjects, practice… How would you even get hold of fertilized human eggs to play around with? But I guess that wouldn’t be totally impossible. As for cutting it out… There would be a noticeable scar. The implants are always put in the same place, it wouldn’t be hard to miss.”

I make a mental note stating to ask Taehyung about all of this when I get back. If anyone knows how he got onto this world it would be him. “Is there a possibility that you could have someone look into it?” The girl nods in defeat, paying more attention to the ground than to anything else. “I’ll see if I can get someone on the case. I’ll have them contact you if we know anything.”

After those words she turns around in her chair, facing the monitor that had already put itself into sleep, and turns it off. Taking a notepad out of the drawer to her left, she quickly writes something down with the pen from her breast pocket. “I’ll get on it right away. Would you like me to walk you back to the exit?”

I shake my head. “No It’s okay, I’ll find my way back. Thank you for cooperating.” Eun-ji gives me a small smile, followed by a bow and walks out of the room taking the note with her, presumably immediately keeping herself busy with the extra work. Not wanting to waste any time I copy her, walking myself back into the direction we came from. Turns out it proves quite easy to find the exit by myself.

It’s already far past dinnertime when I make it back to the office. Not many of my colleagues have remained in their seats, most of them opting for a nice meal with their families. The few that have stayed behind are mostly known to live alone, quite like myself.

I quietly knock on my supervisor’s door, but when no response emerges from within the room, I can safely deduce that she too has already returned home. “I’ll have to write her a report about today later..” I mutter to myself, before stepping away from the door and instead heading to the cells at the back.

Technically the arrest period had already ended for Taehyung, as the law wouldn’t allow us to keep him locked up for any longer without any charges being held against him. His cell however technically was never locked and so even now, he is free to go wherever he wants. Though it didn’t change the fact that he still has no place to go to.

“Good evening. Had anything to eat yet?” He just chose to stay here and we accepted it. “Oh, hello! Yes, that tall handsome bulky man gave me something earlier, I can’t remember his name. He said something about it ‘being the best shit in town’.”

I slightly giggle at his quote, knowing immediately who it belongs to. “That definitely sounds like something Namjoon would say. What did he give you?”

Taehyung looks a lot better than he did yesterday. The stress of the interrogation seems to have completely worn off, instead traded for the sweet bouncy personality he used to show around me.

“Umm it was something in the shape of a circle and it had meat all over it… Oh! I think he called it a pizza? It was delicious!”

“You’ve never had pizza before?” The words leave my mouth before I actually get the chance to process them, causing me to instantly regret ever even opening my mouth. These days are stressful enough for him as they are, he doesn’t need a painful reminder of the life he never got to live on top of that.

The question doesn’t seem to hit him as hard as I though it would though. In fact, his demeanour doesn’t seem to change at all. Although sadly, it doesn’t make his next words any less painful. “Nope! When I first got adopted all they would feed me was wet cat food. It wasn’t great, but at least I got my three meals a day. The foster family I stayed at after my first owners mysteriously disappeared didn’t actually have the money to even take proper care of themselves, so at that time all I would get was whatever was left of their dinner that day, if there was even any left. It was mostly just greens. The lack of meat made me real sick at the time.”

He pauses talking for a second to look up at my face through the metal bars. The content look on his face quickly changes to one of worry once he catches my eyes. It’s no mystery why, I know I look at him pitifully. Even if he may not wish for my concern, I am only human. I can perfectly hide it when I need to, but this is not one of those cases.

“There it is again, that sad look on your face…” He sits up straight on the side of his bed to fully observe me, a tilt of his head giving him away. I send a sad chuckle his way as I reach for the door of his enclosure, inviting myself into the small space with him. He doesn’t object.

“Is it that obvious?” It was meant more as a way to lighten the mood, not as an actual question that needs answering. He still does however, giving me a simple slow nod. “You don’t need to feel bad for me.”

“Someone has to. You deserve at least that much.”

There’s a chair neatly placed under a small desk in the room. It used to be quite lively, with all kinds of bright colours blending into each other. It was a little positive additive into the dark grey room, but after all the anger that has been acted out on it, it no longer has that same shine.

I pull the chair out to place myself upon it, straddling the seat while I rest my arms on top of the back rest. Facing the tiger I use my arms as a pillow to lean my head on, making myself comfortable on the creaking furniture.

“Say, Taehyung, do you remember anything from when and where you were formed?”

He seems slightly taken aback at first, though quickly regains his composure. He also doesn’t immediately answer, first taking some time to think before coming back to me. “I was born a hybrid to two purebred tiger hybrids. They did their best trying to care for me in the little time we got to spend together, but seeing as it happened on a breeding farm getting to spend time with my parents wasn’t the plan. I got sold off pretty quickly, as soon as I learned to hold my first few full conversations.”

“Do you… Would you happen to know what happened to the farm? To your parents?” I fail to hide my apprehensiveness, needing too much space to form a careful approach. This shouldn’t feel like an interrogation to him, I never even announced one. There is little reason for him to answer me, the vital information from his side has already been given anyway. Nonetheless, even though I probably shouldn’t be doing this right now, I can’t just miss this opportunity.

“I heard my adoptive family talking about how the place was burnt down a while later. Most likely the police had caught a hold of it and they had to delete their left behind evidence. Both building and hybrids.”

Despite talking about the death of his parents, he seems to tell the story with relative ease. Probably not having much connection with the far past, his brain too young to truly hold on to the memory of them.

“They were successful too, as the case got dropped faster than lightning. It wasn’t long before the general public forgot about it too, believing it was just another misunderstanding. Besides, hybrid lives weren’t as important anyway.”

The amount of rights hybrids had when they were first created back in the day were close to zero, only strictly being seen as objects to show off whatever possible wealth one may have had. For a while there was even a popular theory going around that hybrids didn’t actually have the ability to feel any kind of emotion or pain. The genetic puzzle wouldn’t allow for it, as it had been tampered with to an extreme extent. This only built on the carelessness shown towards them, slowly chipping away at their sanity.

Although the rumours were wrong, they came from a place of truth. Facial expressions were rare for hybrids, as was the ability to speak. Most of them couldn’t even keep up with regular humans, exhaustion quickly taking over the little anger they could show. Scientists hadn’t yet quite figured out how to perfectly combine the pieces of genetic code and so hybrids were more like living dolls in the eyes of evil humans. Having no voice to object and barely any means to actually hurt anyone, it wasn’t much of a surprise the selfish nature in humans came to rise.

Luckily, or depending on how you look at it, sadly, these first generation hybrids were never able to reproduce. The doll like hybrid features eventually died out with the rise of the newly perfected pieces and the theory was debunked by a group of scientist who actually did care about the hybrids’ wellbeing. Those hybrids had lived through countless punishments, and every single one of them had hurt. A lot.

Right now hybrids in a lot of ways are superior to the rest of us. Having the combined senses of both animal and human alike, society has reluctantly given up on trying to contain them. They are still to be bought and owned, but no longer to be treated like dirt. The smartest of hybrids have even already gotten complete freedom to do as the please, no longer having to be bound to a human to roam freely. However, those unable to pass the close to impossible tests aren’t so lucky.

“I’m sorry about what happened.”

Taehyung gives me a reassuring wave of his hand, effectively trying to lighten the mood, along with a sad smile. It wouldn’t take a trained professional to know he still longs for his parent’s presence, even if he may do well hiding it.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.”

That doesn’t make the situation more okay, but I hold my remarks back. For now, that might just be for the best.

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Canción de Cuna

Two in one week? I’m on a roll! (Actually, I was just late to post my last fic, so I thought I’d hit ya with a double whammy.)

Well, if you wanted an emotional roller coaster, you’re in for a real treat.

Because the turmoil is strong in this one. This is a follow up to my previous Dabi fic, although you don’t necessarily have to read that one to enjoy this piece of work. 

Now that I’m three fics in, I want to start opening up the polls to you lovely readers. I don’t necessarily have to stay on the MHA/BNHA train. I’m free to venture into other territories.

I’ve been thinking about maybe a Levi from AoT/SnK fic. But we’ll see. :)

Anywaayyyssssss, back to the point of the matter:

Dabi x Female Reader

Explicit Warning: non-con, and angst sex, as well as psychological abuse and trauma. A lot of adult themes here, people. You’ve been warned. (18+)

Manga Spoilers! Not anything that hasn’t already been put out there, but if you are only watching the show, beware!

El que no sabe de amores, llorona,

no sabe lo que es martirio.

(He who does not know love, weeping woman,

does not know martyrdom.)

Tápame con tu reboso, llorona,

por que me muero de frío.

(Cover me with your shawl, weeping woman,

Because I’ll die of cold.)

He has red hair.

Your child has red hair and you’re not entirely sure you’re seeing this right because, boy, is it red. 

Like brick red. 

Like fire-truck red. 

You blink, rub your eyes, then blink again.

Not a trick of the light. It’s still very red.

Well, at least he’s no longer bald.

You lay him down in his crib, a melodic, yet cracked, lullaby stringing its way from your lips as sleep attempts to overtake you. You run a finger against his puffy cheek, and watch him breath silently. 

Up, down. Up down. 

Sometimes, you stare at his chest for several minutes at a time to make sure he’s still breathing. To make sure he’s still there. He’s a miracle; a glowing ember in the dark void from which he was borne. 

For weeks after your discovered pregnancy, you contemplated aborting. He was a product made not from love but fear. No one would blame you. But the day you heard the whirred sound of a quick and steady heartbeat, your love became boundless. And thus, you gave birth to your baby boy. 

His red hair must come from his paternal genes.

You learned a lot about his father recently. Although, you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter since he hijacked the entire broadcasting network to air out his family’s dirty laundry. If he hadn’t broken you over a year ago, you’d probably feel bad about what he went through. It sure explains a lot of those inner demons he has. 

A small part of you almost wishes that his child inherits some of that apparent intelligence he has before deciding against it altogether. You want him to be nothing like that monster. He will be a good boy. The thought of the great man he will surely become etches a smile on your face. 

You scan any signs of distress before heading back to bed. If you can manage to get in an hour of undisturbed sleep, you think you’ll be able to keep the patisserie running for a whole day tomorrow. While money isn’t necessarily tight, being a single, new mother in a bustling metropolis can be expensive. Not long after your eyes close are you alerted by a high pitched coo. He’s not crying. But he’s awake. And being awake equates to needing attention. 

You don’t register the shadow standing in the corner of his room as you make your way in, your eyes closed and only your deeply ingrained memory of the layout of the nursery to guide you to his crib. It is when your fingers meet an empty bed, growing cold from the lack of a body, do your eyes finally fly open. 

Another coo raises the hair on the back of your neck. This one is deeper, much calmer. You crank your head. Nausea creeps up, pinching every nerve in your stomach with a ferocity that leaves you quaking.

You shouldn’t be surprised to find Dabi there. Part of you had always known that he may come back. Out of sheer curiosity or some bitter resentment, perhaps. But you desperately locked the thought into the depths of your mind, hoping that he might possibly be arrested, or eradicated before then. 

He holds your child, his child, gently, a whisper of a smile almost odd against his otherwise rough demeanor. He is slightly illuminated by the blue hues coming from a small night light. Cerulean eyes flicker at you before settling back down at the small human who sleeps soundly in his arms. 

Your breathing is forced and shallow. Have you blinked? The stinging pulse at the corner of your eyes is a good indicator that maybe you should. But you don’t dare to. Not when he’s around.

“I’m surprised you kept him,” he starts, his low voice rumbling through your core. “It didn’t take long for my hounds to find you. I thought you’d at least put in a bit more effort to hide.”

The silence rings in your ears. You’re not sure if he wants a response or if this is just another villainous monologue to add to his collection. But as the seconds crawl, slow but steady, your confidence grows. You clear your throat. Did your tongue always feel this dry and heavy? You grip the crib with white knuckles. An anchor for the fury you’re about to unleash.

“You changed your hair.” 

It comes out small and tired. Of all the things you could have said, all the icy venom you could have spat at him, you decided to comment on his white hair. His. Hair. You mentally plead for a do-over, as if the earth would spin backward to take the last minute and give you another opportunity to rain hellfire. 

He smirks at you, reading your inner turmoil, but decides to drop the matter. “What have you named the twerp?”

You tell him. He nods a bit, and you wonder if it’s a mark of approval as he walks toward the crib. He leans forward to gingerly place the baby back in and you feel the tension in your body cave, your rigid muscles releasing almost sorely.

Another pregnant silence.

“Sometimes, his eyes scare me,” you admit finally, chipping away at the stifling quiet. “Not because I believe he’s capable of ever doing what you did; what you do...but because they look just like yours. And then I see you.”

He doesn’t turn to you. Doesn’t react. He keeps his attention on his child, and, for a moment, you’re not sure if he’s heard you at all. 

“Do you regret it?”

Do you regret being there that day? Do you regret not calling for backup? Do you regret keeping your child? His question can apply to so many things, but the answer to all of them remains the same. 

You look down at the sleeping boy and finally answer, “Never.”

You hadn’t noticed he closed the distance until his hand was pressed against your lower back and your lips met. 

Oh no. No, no, no. Not again. Your heart thunders in your throat as you push him away. But his other hand wrenches your arm down and he pulls you in, deepening the kiss.

A sob escapes your trembling lips. You use your free hand to grab hold of his jaw, the skin thick and scarred, and shove him from you. You reach for the baby, your alarm blaring for you to get out, to create any distance you can from the danger before you, but his arms wrap around your waist before you can attempt your escape. 

“Don’t do this,” you plead, hoping the fragment of kindness he had shown toward his son would extend to you. 

He rests his forehead in the crook of you neck and holds you tighter. You can feel him shake behind you. Is he crying? Is he remorseful?

The blood drains from you as you hear it: laughing. Softly at first, a quiet, tired chuckle cutting into the dark, turning into loud cackle which startles your son into a tearful wail. 

You reach out in a feeble endeavor to comfort him. Your hand is pushed back down by your captor. 

“He’ll be fine. I think we should focus our efforts on giving the little tyke a playmate, what do you think?” He growls into your ear. “Maybe we can try for a girl this time. She’d be pretty, like her mom.”

You swallow the hot bile back down. It’s so unfair; him speaking to you as if he’s ever the doting father, as if he was around during the most crucial moments of your pregnancy, or in the months thereafter. He threw away his opportunity of being a family man long before he met you. Not that you wanted him there at all. Another child wouldn’t change him, wouldn’t change the fact that you didn’t, had never wanted, a family with him.

You don’t know what made him decide on you. What made him believe you were the perfect candidate to bear his children? You failed at having a useful quirk for power-breeding.  You were a shell among the rest of them. How long had he wandered along the shore, surpassing all others before reaching down into the sand and picking you? 

He breathes you in, the mere scent of you encouraging his cock to harden and rub into your ass. How did you get to this point? What could you have said differently? It goes without saying that you have no means to fight. He trails wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and bites down on your shoulder. You hate that he elicits a shiver in response. 

You lean forward on your own, letting him rut against you as you take a pacifier and place it into your son’s mouth. 

You hum a lullaby as your shorts and panties are pulled down and fall in a heap on the floor. 

You stroke his cheek as Dabi stroke his length against you, the precum coating your folds and the tip just barely grazing your clit.

You choke down the sob as he claims you, for the second time, just as the boy slowly submerges into another warm embrace of sleep.

He grips your shoulder and drills into you, and despite not having any form of stimulation, your arousal awakens hot and electric with each pulse. You close your eyes in a vain attempt to shield your son from seeing you this way: broken and needy. 

But he’s fallen back asleep. No, what you’re really shielding yourself from is the shame enveloping you as your legs squeeze together and your back arches. Because you want Dabi to hit that spot; you want him to pound into that button that shoots a wave of pleasure up your spine and into your skull. And as his thick cock finally strikes home one, two, three times, and your pussy becomes a soppy mess, you’ve realized he’s found it. 

You let out a raspy moan. This only invites him to reach over and rub your clit.

How embarrassing. How unbelievably mental you are. You bite down on your bottom lip, hard enough to taste a metallic tanginess. You just hope he decides against his previous notions and pulls out at the last moment. 

But It’s different from before. He holds you close, bending down and grabbing the crib’s railing with one hand and tucking the strands of your hair behind your ear with the other before bringing it back down again to play with your bundle of nerves as he whispers obvious fantasies against your cheek. 

Teaching his son how to control his quirk.

Learning how to braid his daughter’s hair.

The tears fall freely from you now. Because each dream sounds so perfect. So delightful. But that’s all it will ever be. A dream, wrapped nicely with a polka-dot bow. Because Dabi cannot be the man of your dreams. Not when he’s stolen so much from you already. Not when he is devoid of any basic human decency. He licks your tears and fears away and plants a sloppy kiss against your clammy forehead as he pounds almost endearingly into your tight, obedient cunt. 

And maybe that alternate reality is how you let yourself fall deeper into the abyss of want. You mask moans with whimpers to deny the immense pleasure you feel. Each squelch, squelch, penetrating the night’s stillness in sequence with your bodies. Cruelly tethered to one another until death. 

He growls, signaling his close release. His hand latches onto your hip as his thrusts become erratic. His balls, heavy and begging for release, slap up against you. You let out an open-mouthed gasp, closing your eyes as you hone in on that feeling that sends you deep, so very deep, into oblivion. 

Unlike the first time, you both cum together, your groans a harmony in the night.

You don’t remember what came next. Either from lack of sleep, mental exhaustion, or both, you fall into a deep slumber. You could have also fainted. But trying to figure it out now was simply futile.

Only, you’re not sure how you made it into bed, or how you opened the blinds to let the sun shine brightly through the window. And you’re not quite sure how long you’ve slept either. But you snap back to reality and run to the baby’s room, only to see not one, but two sleeping figures swaying back and forth on the rocking chair.

You can almost hear the crack, crack, cracking as you surrender, the fracture in your mind severe and unmendable.

You walk quietly, reaching for Dabi’s shoulder. His eyes flutter open, and immediately close as your lips meet, tender and sweet.

And you allow yourself hope, just for a bit longer, that maybe, just maybe, it may not be so bad after all. 

[eavangeek]

Guns and Roses: Ch. 8 - A New Employee

Pairing: Male Inquisitor/Cassandra Pentaghast, Male Cadash/Cassandra Pentaghast

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: After the Hero of Fereldan in the Dragon Age, The Champion of Kirkwall during the Blood Age, Thedas has been at peace for most of the Silverite Age. However trouble brews between the New Templar Force and the Enchanter Colleges. Agent of Truth, Seeker Pentaghast, has been sent to the Free Marches city of Ostwick to investigate why they have been unaffected by the rise in violence...

Tags: FtM Cadash, Trans Character, Mob Boss/Secret Agent, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Secret Identity, Minor Character Death, Mild Gore

Total Word Count:  103,884

Chapter Word Count:  2, 052

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GNR, Volkswritten, Trans Character, Male Cadash, Kallak Cadash, Cassandra Pentaghast, OC x Cassandra Pentaghast

Thursday. Sera always brought new honey on Thursdays, and Tael closed ‘Shartan’s Oath’ for the day. Today was also a test run for Sera’s housemate. Kallak had only heard good things about him, a man by the name ‘Blackwall’.

“He’s a Grey Warden, or was I guess. He’s been building and shite.” Sera’s thick Fereldan accent always came out when she cursed or talked about girls.

“He ever done anything with flowers?” Kallak pruned the Royal Elfroot, the bud not yet open. It was dangerously close to the Water Lilacs, and he didn’t feel like experimenting with either plant this season.

“Nah but he’s good with his hands. Been redoing the deck, and the bees like him! He don’t mind them neither, don’t swat at them or nothing. Single too.” Sera shoved the rest of her muffin into her mouth.

“Why do I need to know he’s single?” Kallak clipped a leaf, only for it to land in his goatee. Sera snorted at her boss, nearly falling off her chair in the greenhouse. The building was in the alley, the walls bricked and then reinforced, turning it into a bunker just in case someone decides to shoot up Kallak’s storefront. It only happened once but once was enough for the dwarf. The sun was out today, so the artificial and magical heat lamps were switched off.

“You need to get laid!!” Sera blurted out, bits of blueberry flying out of her mouth. Kallak grunted as he stood up, moving onto the tree saplings, making sure they were healthy before they were shipped out today.

“I’m perfectly fine, Sera. Besides, if I wanted to get fucked I would just call up the town council. Quickest way to get bent over, that’s for damn sure.” Sera laughed, falling off the bench this time.

Kallak picked up his flower samples, moving them to the separated area in the greenhouse. White Lilies in a row of six were already planted and waiting to be pollinated. He put the roses he cut in water, knowing they wouldn’t open until next week. It would give him time to figure out which plants he wanted to cross pollinate them with. He had a basic idea, but he knew that the entire venture might be for nothing.

Roses didn’t have a gene that made them blue, and when breed with other plants, they usually took the traits of the other flower, losing their shape. In that regard, roses and elves were the same. However if Kallak was able to pollinate the white roses with a more recessive flora, it might take on the pigment of said flower, without differentiating too far from the rose family. Like himself, the flowers would look like a rose, except for one specific trait. Kallak scratched his ears, feeling the pointed tip of them.

“When is your housemate coming?”

“Dunno, told him to be here before we opened though.”

“And did you happen to tell him when that is?”

“Midday?”

“Did you say ‘midday’ or did you just go ‘show up at the middle of day’.”

“Uuuh… He’s bringing the honey over.”

“Great. When he shows up just let him know that we have parking the next block over.”

“Right, after he drops off the goods, yea?” Kallak nodded. “Thanks Inky!” Sera ran out the greenhouse, laughing as she ran to get to the front of the store. Kallak shook his head, closing the doors behind him as he followed his employee.

It rolled to being about 11 before a rundown pick up pulled into one of the front parking spots. Kallak had finished Carta business that morning, having moved to the storefront to start research on Vivienne’s request. He didn’t look up until Sera shouted ‘Beardy’ and a gruff voice called for her to help out. Kallak took off his reading glasses and looked up. Oh. He felt his heart skip a beat.

A gruff man in a beaten up flannel was moving boxes inside, Sera putting the jars away or on display in the honeycomb window stands. He was a Free Marcher, long black beard done in twin forks, his long hair held in a loose bun. He wore steel toed boots, but unlike Sera, his were tied up with caked dirt and grease. His nose had been broken at some point and hadn’t quite healed up correctly.

“You must be the owner,” a thick Markham accent, Kallak couldn’t take his eyes off his mustache and the grey in his beard and temples. “Thom Rainer, at your service.”

“Sorry?”

“Oh. Uh, Sera said- she told me that.” The man coughed into his hand, the cords of muscle in his forearm jumping.

“Oh. OH! Right! Sorry, Sera said your name was Blackwall.”

“No,” the man, Thom, chuckled at that. “No, that’s the name of my parole officer.”

“You have a parole officer?”

“Grey Wardens recruited me a few years back, but I didn’t make the cut to be active, so I’m on reserve. In case another Blight comes, that is. Blackwall comes and checks in on me, making sure I’m still fit for duty, can fight in the Deep Roads, that sort of thing.”

“...Huh. I didn’t know the Wardens had a reserve in Ostwick.”

“They’ve got us in every city, but most are stationed in Kirkwall at the Bone Pit Base.” Thom smiled, but Kallak saw Sera grinning like a she-devil by the displays. Kallak clears his throat and got off his chair.

“Well, let me give you tour. This all here is the front, you’ll spend most of your time up here but I’ll show you the back just so you get an understanding. Sera, older honey up front, you know the drill.”

“Sure thing, Inky.”

“Now,” Kallak clapped his hands, walking to the back, Thom following behind. “This is the door to the cooler room. We use these flowers in the bouquets, usually when you get here early you’ll just pick and go. They’re a couple plants that aren’t the best to have on bare skin- they’re just in this corner here and we use the dragon hide gloves. Two sizes, you might find it easier to use my pair than the one Cole and Sera use.

“Through that back door is the alley, if we’ve got a big shipment, a moving truck will be back there. Don’t worry about that too much but out that same door and directly to the right is our greenhouse. This way...

“We’ve got the hallway, I’ll have to get a corkboard for you. This one is Cole’s, and the one with the bee cut outs and graffiti around it is Sera’s. Obviously. You’ll get to decorate your’s but if you don’t I’m sure Sera will do it. Down at the end of the hall is my office and the clock in machine. It’s done with your fingerprint, and then a four digit code you gotta put in. Unfortunately it’s random but you’ll only have to remember it once. Now, did Sera tell you how the hours worked?”

“Sort of,” Blackwall drawled, following Kallak back into the store front. “Stay the whole day, come an hour early and expect to stay an hour after.”

“Kind of,” Kallak stopped in the middle of the show floor, turning to face Thom. “Yes, you’ll have to show up an hour early, in order to pick your flora and help open the shop. I only need you during the weekends, Sera works Tuesday and Thursday and Cole, the other employee, works Monday, Wednesday and Friday. When closing up, a bicyclist comes around and takes whatever bouquets we don’t sell for the day and goes around town and sells them for us. I would hope whatever he don’t sell he just gives to old ladies on the Vhenadahl streets, but honestly? Doubt it.

“I’m gonna have you come in everyday for the next two weeks though. Pay will be legal minimum though. If you’ve got questions you can ask Sera or Cole while they’re working on the weekdays, and it’ll give you a test run for two weekends. How we doing so far?”

“I don’t need any health insurance, get that through the Wardens. But what about paid leave and the like?”

“Well, officially there is none. I’ll expect you to work every weekend, but if something comes up, say Warden business or you’re sick, giving a heads up will do. Easy enough to call in someone else. You got family, Thom?”

“Not really, why?”

“Have to ask. Right I think that’s ‘bout it. Oh! Sometimes we’ll get Nobles coming in wanting a floral design. Nothing to it, but we’ve got one rule here about that.”

“The customer is always right.”

“What, no, fuck the customer. The one rule is fuck symbolism. We make our shit to either be pretty or to look interesting. You think Sunflowers and Kale is a good bouquet? Go for it. Sera over there is a master at throwing curveballs like that. Cole’s got his own thing, pretty sure it’s all based on what people feel and shit. Sure you’ll figure it out. Today though you ain’t making any bouquets.

“Sera. Help Black- sorry, Thom. Help Thom get the old flowers out of the cool room. You're gonna show him how we make the greeting cards.”

“Shouldn’t he know where they go first?”

“We’ll get to that bridge when we get there. Scat.” Sera stopped putting honey away, leaving a box still filled with the jars unpacked. She grabbed Thom by the wrist and yanked him to the cooler room. Kallak looked at the mess of his display stand. He sighed, shrugged his shoulders and put the rest of the honey away. Most of the it was labelled for Sunflower, but the box remaining held Joe-Pye and Goldenrod flavoured honey.

Kallak had never been on Sera’s farm, something she said she inherited from her ‘Bat of a Bitch Mother’. It was on the western peninsula, near the mountains. He had a few of his Carta scouts scoop it out. It must have been a heritage estate, one that had been abandoned for years. Sera didn’t mind though, it was far enough from the city that no one looked for her or her Red Jenny Gang. It was also close enough one of the three highways that connected the island to the rest of the city. The bees weren’t on the property until about a year ago, when Sera suddenly got an interest in them, after College protesters came into the store asking if Kallak was ‘Saving the Bees’. The honey helped to bring in customers, especially when the old baker across the road packed up and left.

It had been Cole’s idea to press the old flowers into cards though. The boy nearly started crying when he realized that some of the flowers they had were seasonal. ‘But what if they need the sun in winter?’. Kallak felt bad, and ended up getting him a book on how to press them onto card stock. Surprisingly enough Kallak got a wave of thank you cards from the medical center a week later, saying that someone had been sending pressed flowers with poems or psalms written in them. A rather moving thank you letter came from a woman in intensive care, who was put in for a suicide attempt. Cole still has the letter pinned on his corkboard, the woman thanking whoever gave her the card with sunflower petals pressed into the stock and the simple message ‘It’s okay. She would want you to be happy’.

Thom was a good worker, but it was obvious that he had never done delicate work. Sera kept laughing at his pressed cards. Eventually Kallak stepped in and helped the Warden conscript with the work. Tael came by to visit the dwarf when he went back to his office. They ended up making more phone calls, hoping to try and figure out what happened to the transporter.

Cassandra never came by the shop. Kallak shouldn’t have given it any thought, but he did. After how they left things yesterday, he thought she would be here today. Sera and Thom were handing over the bouquets to the bicyclist, a young Dalish. The boy waved at him through the glass, Kallak waving back.

[aliendes]

Natural Borns - Chapter One

dystopian!au / futuristic!au

AUTHOR NOTE: here it is! Chapter one of Natural Borns. If you haven’t already, please read the prologue, or else this wont make the most sense. The prologue gives some backstory about the universe that you need to fully enjoy the story. Thank you for all the love on the prologue, it pushed me to want to put this out early. If you enjoy this series, please follow and reblog so it can reach more eyes. Feel free to send me an ask! I would love to answer any questions, because I’m sure I’m inevitably going to leave some things unanswered (this is my first time writing a series, after all). Enjoy! xx Des

Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, (possible) smut NSFW due to darker themes Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual) Warnings: this series will have different trigger warnings listed for each chapter (if there are any), but as a whole, this series will include violence, mentions of depression & other mental illnesses, cursing, abuse, drugs/alcohol, some shitty medical descriptions because i am NOT a doctor, self-esteem issues, fluff, and possible smut in future chapters (but that’s undecided). i will add more warnings/tags in the future if there are any. Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it? Word count: 3.6k 

It was early. Too early for you to be awake. As you rolled over in your bed, taking your poofy duvet cover with you, you noticed that it was barely dawn. Your curtains were drawn, how you always left them - liking to wake up with the sun, and you couldn’t even see said sun on the horizon yet. You could make out a pink line that melted perfectly with the purple and blues of the night sky. After admiring the beauty of it for a moment, you rolled back over with a huff.

You’re already awake, might as well get out of bed.

You lived on a peach farm, or orchard, that your family owned and had chores and duties to fulfill around the house and land. The orchard was on about ten acres, small for a farm, but big enough to get the job done. Your father sells the peaches you harvest to local grocers and restaurants and sells the rest at your mother’s stall at the farmer’s market in town. Your mom grows flowers in her garden on the property and makes beautiful arrangements for locals. She just recently made the arrangements for the wedding of one of your old classmates. You helped out where you could with harvests, taking care of the animals your family cared for, and working the market on weekends. It wasn’t a luxurious life by any means, but you were happy. You definitely couldn’t complain, not when most natural borns had way less than you. You were fortunate, really, and content living this small town life.

You swung your legs over the edge of your bed and stretched your arms up high, letting out a big yawn. Your pajamas were all bunched up and uncomfortable on your legs as you scooted closer to the edge of your bed, expecting your toes to meet the cool wood of the floor. Instead, you were met with something warm and fuzzy and a loud meow that sounded through your room, making you jump.

“Ai- sorry Mochi,” you grumbled, watching the cat scurry across the floor. You smiled and shook your head at the cat, who was now giving you a death glare from next to your bedroom door. You slowly stood up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and opened the door to let the devil cat out. He quickly took advantage of the open door and ran down the stairs as fast as he could. You watched him for a moment before making your way to your bathroom down the hall. 

Closing and locking the door behind you, you started your morning routine of brushing your teeth and hair and washing your face. Once you turned the faucet off, you rubbed a clean white towel over your face, pulling it down slowly as you peeked over it at the mirror. You looked tired, small bags beginning to form under your eyes, skin darkening slightly from being out in the sun, maybe even a little sunburnt from working at the market yesterday. Still starting at your reflection, you hang your towel up on the rack with a sigh, turning to get dressed for the day.

Your normal work day attire consists of jeans and a t-shirt. It was June, just starting to get unbearably hot in Korea, so you opted for some looser linen pants and a light shirt. You didn’t have a whole lot to do today other than feed animals, clean the chicken coop, and help mom out with some arrangements. You wouldn’t be harvesting the peach trees until late July or early August at the rate they were growing currently, though you did still need to monitor them and make sure they remained healthy before harvest season. 

By the time you were ready for the day, the sun was just barely coming up and the smell of coffee beans entered your nose. Mom must be up, you thought to yourself. You smiled and made your way down the stairs, grabbing onto the bottom of the banister and swinging yourself around it, an old habit of yours from all the way back in elementary school. You were still a kid at heart, even at the age of 23. 

“Good morning Pearl!” your mother called from the kitchen. Pearl was the nickname your parents have called you since you could walk. Natural pearls are extremely rare, almost never occurring in nature. You were also a rare breed, a true natural born, hard to find like a pearl, hence the nickname.

“Morning mama,” you said, walking up to her and giving her a side hug, “watcha makin’?” You asked with a teasing lilt to your voice. Your mom was a tad shorter than you and you liked to take advantage of that, leaning your elbow on her shoulder as you watched her stir the pan in front of her.

“Steamed eggs and rice, now go get your father, would you? We have to start on these arrangements soon, Mrs. Lee needs 25 of them by tomorrow afternoon.”

You gave your mom a nod and made your way back up the stairs, hopping over Mochi who was now taking up residence on the second step. “You’re gonna get stepped on your curious cat,” you said under your breath. Mochi just watched on as you took two stairs at a time. 

Before you could reach the top of the stairs, you nearly stumbled straight into your father who had just come around the corner. “Who-whoa,” he laughed out as you grabbed onto the railing to stop yourself from smacking into him. 

“Mom needs you!” You yelped out, passing your dad on the stairs and running into your room to grab your phone from your nightstand. You could hear your dad chuckling as he walked down the stairs. As you picked up your phone, you noticed you had a new message in your group chat you had with your two best friends, well, your only friends, you supposed.

From Mina [11:13 pm]: pearl!!!

From Mina [11:13 pm]: pearl are u awake?

From Woo [11:15 pm]: why are you awake min?

From Mina [11:17 pm]: cant sleep, pearl, u up!?

From Woo [11:23 pm]: I’m gonna guess not

From Mina [11:25 pm]: ugh dfghjk 

You giggled at your screen for a moment before typing back a response.

You [6:37 am]: sorry guys, i went to bed early last night what’s up min?

You pocketed your phone, definitely not expecting a response at this ungodly hour, and headed back downstairs. On your short walk, you thought to your two friends, Mina and Wooyoung, who you befriended in middle school. Well, actually Mina befriended you and Wooyoung in seventh grade because you were both outcasts that didn’t talk to anyone. Ever the martyr, she brought your little group together and you’ve been thick as thieves ever since. You don’t see them as much as you’d like nowadays, as they both attended the small community college in your town. You never really liked school, never excelled at anything, and were always a homebody. College just didn’t sound fun to you, especially if people there were anything like at your highschool. Highschool hadn’t been kind to you. You were labeled ‘half-breed’ and ‘mutant’ by a group of girls who wanted nothing more than to see you suffer because of your looks. Boys would flirt with you, leave you love notes, and even try to harass you in the halls, but never because they actually took an interest in you. The one time you went to a party with Mina, you had been cornered in some guy's barn by one of the popular boys who was trying to get in your pants. This just made the popular girls even more angry with you and would jump through hoops to make your life hell while at school. All of those experiences taught you one thing: most people can’t be trusted. Some might say you have trust issues (Mina) while others will try to get you to come out of your shell a bit more (Woo and your mom), but in the end, you’re comfortable with your two best friends and your parents. You never asked for more because you simply didn’t need it.

Most, if not all, families these days only had one child, so you nor your friends ever knew what it was like to have siblings. Even your parents were only children, so no aunts, uncles, or cousins to call an extended family. This was normal, though, because a law was put in place in 2505 banning families from having more than one child to help with population control. If a family broke this law, they were fined excessive amounts of money. The law was easy to enforce with parents of lab born children, since their child had to be entered into a national database, meaning no company would work with them again to avoid hefty fines, or possibly being put out of business. It was a little harder to enforce with natural born families. The law was definitely one sided, aimed to force more and more natural borns into poverty. 

You were snapped out of your daydream as you entered your kitchen, taking in the sight of your dad sitting at the dining table reading something on his tablet and your mom making a grocery list. You smiled softly, rounding the table and taking your usual seat next to your mother. “Thanks for breakfast, mom,” you said kindly, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. 

“Of course, Pearl. Now eat up, we need to get going soon if-” your mother was cut off by the sudden shriek of the doorbell, which caused you to jump what had to be 5 feet in the air. Who was ringing your doorbell at - you took your phone out - 6:44 in the morning?

Your father had the same perplexed look that you must’ve worn, getting up out of his chair and heading towards the front room of the house. You shared a puzzled look with your mom who just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her list, blowing on a piece of hot egg in her spoon. 

As you started to fiddle with your own spoon, you tried to strain to hear the conversation happening in the other room. You could hear hushed murmurs that sounded rushed, almost angry. You squint your eyes in confusion. It sounded like your dad was mad. He never gets mad. Who could be at the front door? Slowly, you rise from your seat to go investigate, your mother paying you no mind.

As you round the corner of the kitchen, your father comes into view holding the front door at a 90 degree angle from the wall, effectively blocking your vision of the man on the other side. Your dad’s profile told you what you needed to know, though. He was visibly angry, apples of his cheeks reddening. He was still speaking in a hushed tone, though you could tell it was tense.

Slowly, you walked over to your father, peeking around the front door. If your dad noticed your presence, he didn’t mention it. Standing on your front porch was a man, shorter than your father, with dark hair and round glasses perched on his nose. He was obviously a natural born, as he didn’t have any of the perfect or striking features you were used to seeing on business men such as himself. He didn’t look intimidating in the least, but you could almost see the steam rolling out of your dad’s ears. As soon as the man caught sight of you, a bright grin took over his face.

“Ah, you must be YN,” he starts, taking a step forward and reaching out his hand, “it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

You were confused by his words, taking a step back to match his. You didn’t know this man and you definitely didn’t want to shake his hand. Did he say finally meet you? What is that supposed to mean?

“You need to leave,” your father started, causing the shorter man’s attention to fall back on him, “now.” Your dad left no room for discussion, effectively ending the conversation. 

The mysterious man nodded once, looking back at you. “We’ll be in touch,” were his final words before turning on his heel and walking back towards a sleek, black car at the end of your drive. Before you could take in any more details of the car, your father was closing the front door. He breathed out a heavy sigh and placed a hand on your bicep, gently leading you back to the kitchen.

Your mom looked up from her, now nearly finished, breakfast. “Who was it, sweetie?”

Your dad sat back in his chair, leaving you standing, confused, in the middle of your kitchen. “Yeah, dad. Who was that?” You asked, genuinely concerned about the stranger.

Your dad let out another sigh before turning to look up at you, “Just another company. You know how they are, Pearl. Persistent, but they’ll back off eventually once they realize we aren’t interested.”

You slowly nodded in understanding. These designer baby companies have been coming to ‘scout’ you since you were in elementary school. They would come to your home, or even your school, and try to talk to you about selling your DNA and how it would be beneficial to your family, maybe even bring them out of poverty, make them rich. When you were a child, the offer was enticing, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious even now. But you knew where you stood on the subject. You didn’t want to sell your DNA. You didn’t want anything to do with these big companies that were making natural borns poor while getting rich in the process. But you remembered something, “Dad, what did he mean by finally meeting me?”

Your dad has his back turned to you again, starting to eat his breakfast. You could see him visibly stiffen at your question before quickly relaxing again. Your mother seemed to notice this too, sending a worried glance at him, to which you couldn’t see his response. Without turning to look at you, he mumbled, “That was Hyunwoo, a former classmate of mine.”

So you were right in your assumption about Hyunwoo being a natural born. You know your dad hadn’t gone to college, and his family lived in this very house while he was growing up. That means Hyunwoo must be from the same town as you. Most people living here were living in poverty, so why did he look like a million bucks? No one from this town could afford a car like that either. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, your father was speaking again, “He works for a pretty well known company in Seoul. He’s been interested in you since you were a little kid.” The thought alone was enough to make you feel nauseous. You didn’t even know this man, yet he’s known about you practically all your life. Apparently he’s been seeking you out for a while too, if your assumptions are correct.  

“Why was he here?” You voiced your thoughts aloud.

Your father set his spoon down on his dish before turning his entire body in his chair to face you. “It’s nothing Pearl,” he started, firm but gentle, “You know these companies never leave us alone. His is no different. They’ll get the message sooner or later.” There was a finality in his tone, making it known there was no room for discussion on the matter. With a nod of his head he stood up from his seat, gathering his dishes, and deposited them into the sink. “I’ll be out in the orchards if you need me.” 

You nodded before sitting down at the table and picking at your food. 

“Don’t worry, dear,” your mother said as she, too, stood up with her dishes, “this type of thing happens all the time.” 

Even though you trusted your parents, and they were right - it did happen fairly often, something about Hyunwoo seemed different. The way he looked at you and spoke the words ‘finally meet you’, made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Even your mom and dad seemed nervous when his name was spoken at the kitchen table. But you trusted your parents. Right?

In the early afternoon, you had just finished your chores of feeding the chickens and cats, and you were wandering around the orchard. Your dad had retired to the shed on the far north corner of the property. He liked to spend a lot of time in there, tinkering with old appliances. You and your mother had finished the arrangements for Mrs. Lee earlier and now she was at the market fulfilling the list she made earlier. 

You didn’t really have anything that needed to get done right away. You know you should probably go check on the flowers in your mom’s garden, make sure they don’t need to be watered again, but it’s been a while since you’ve walked through the orchard without the responsibility of the trees looming over you. Your father cleaned up the trees earlier, made sure drip lines were intact and checked over the farm, so you decided to indulge in your favorite pass time. 

You walked away from the chicken coop towards the edge of the orchard. It was truly one of your favorite places in the whole world - not that you’ve seen much of it, but still - and you could spend hours getting lost among the beautifully colored canopy of peach blossoms. 

When you reached the edge of the orchard, you leaned your hand against the cool oak colored bark of one of the trees, and toed off your shoes, leaving them in the dirt. The trees were just starting to blossom with pretty pink and white flowers among the green and almost yellowish leaves. Only about another month before harvest, you thought idly to yourself. 

As you walked through the trees, you relished in the feeling of the cool dirt beneath your feet, squishing between your toes with each step. The air outside was hot and humid, but the earth was cool under the shade of the trees. With each trunk you passed, you let your hand ghost over the rough bark, memorizing the feeling of it. You looked up at the leaves, slowly moving in the slight breeze today. Your family's farm was small, only about 10 acres, so the trees weren’t so dense you couldn’t see the sky above or would be completely hidden from view while walking through them. If your dad were to come out of his shed, you probably would’ve been able to see him from here, though it was a good distance away. 

As you got closer to the center of the trees you found a nice trunk to sit down against and pulled your phone from your pocket, checking your group chat with your friends. 

From Mina [2:05 pm]: pearl pearl pearl

From Mina [2:06 pm]: where are u

You rolled your eyes at your best friend's antics before typing out your reply.

From you [2:36 pm]: walking through the trees, what’s up?

Almost immediately you were looking at a response.

From Mina [2:37 pm]: there was some guy here on campus today

From Mina [2:38 pm]: a girl from my econ class said he was looking for you

From Mina [2:39 pm]: said he looked like he didn’t belong here, i’m assuming it’s some company but i wanted to let u know

Your heart dropped into your stomach at this new knowledge. It wasn’t incredibly strange for someone to be looking for you at the college. Most residents of the town attended the college at some point or another, what with it being free to attend because of a bill passed decades ago by natural born activists fighting for education for those living in poverty. But something about this felt wrong. 

Before you could respond to Mina to ease the worries you were sure she felt, you heard what sounded like a twig snapping somewhere behind you. Already on edge from the text messages, you quickly stood up, turning almost completely around in your spot. Your eyes focused on the spot where you thought you heard the noise come from, only to be met with nothing. Despite knowing you heard something, part of you wondered if it was all in your head, the events of the day messing with you. 

In the distance, you could see that your family’s truck was still missing from the drive, meaning your mom was still out shopping. Quickly, you glanced at your father’s shed - the doors were still shut tightly. Momentarily you wondered if he would be able to hear you if you screamed. Shaking the thought from your mind, you turned back around to face the tree. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement from behind a trunk a few yards in front of where you stood. 

“Who’s there?!” you half yelled, fear starting to creep up your spine. You definitely weren’t one to fight, much more comfortable running from your problems and confrontation. You wished Mina was here, she would be brave enough to move forward, to protect herself from danger. You slowly started walking backwards, not taking your eyes off the trunk where you believed someone to be hiding. You wanted to turn and run, but didn’t want to risk whoever it was behind that tree attacking you from the back. As you continued to take cautious steps, your back collided with something firm, yet not hard enough to be a tree trunk. This was softer, warmer. Human. 

To be continued....

AUTHOR NOTE: Sooooo, who do you think YN ran into?! Who do you think will make an appearance next chapter? ;)

copyright aliendes 2020

[sgrumby]

idk if i already sent in a prompt but - AU 13, situation 13, and sentence 9? any ship u want !!! -ise

(@krisdoesblog asked:)

13, 13, and 13 for blups please!!! I think it'd be fun! And cute! And I love reading your writing!

Thank you both :3 I hope you don’t mind me combining your prompts but they were so similar! This is very good omens-inspired because. it’s a demon/angel au, of course it is

13, 13, 9 &13 - Demon x Angel au, Going on an adventure together, “I’ll never forget you. Not even after this life is over!” and “I chose you. I’ll always choose you, no matter who comes in the way. There’s no one else.” 

“I hope I did the right thing,” Barry says, nervously fidgeting as they watch the two humans go.

“I hope I did the wrong thing,” Lup says, leaning on his shoulder. He gives her a sharp look, and she shrugs lazily. “Demons get in a lot of trouble, if they don’t.”

“I - I don’t know,” he says. “There’s only two of them. You'd think they’d - you know, aren’t genes a worry for them? Their offspring are going to have to breed with each other. That – that doesn’t seem right. I’m sure that I read that they weren’t meant to do that, in the guidebook.”

Lup laughs. “You guys get a guidebook? I was just told “go fuck shit up,” and here I am.”

He doesn’t laugh, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. “I should – I should go after them. Adam and Eve, I mean. Make sure they’re okay. You know, there are animals and things out here – God spent a long time on them, and I’m sure he’d be upset if they died, like, right away -” Lup nods. He frowns at her. “What?”

“No, no, it makes sense to me,” she says, as guilelessly as a woman with reptilian scales and serpentine eyes can manage.

He cocks his head and squints at her, wringing his hands. “Wait, but – you're a demon. You’d say that to trick me into doing the wrong thing. So I should stay here.”

She shrugs. “Sure, if you want.”

“N - no, please, tell me which you want me to do so I can do the opposite,” he pleads, and she grins a predatory grin.

“I think you should go after them,” she says. “You’re right, you should keep them safe.”

“Okay, so – so I should stay here and guard Eden?” He nods, decisively. “Okay, phew. I – wow, this is nerve-wracking. Humanity’s existed for all of ten minutes and I’m already a wreck.”

“Huh.”

“What?” He says, his nervous posture returning in a heartbeat. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” she grins, snakelike forked tongue flicking out between pointed teeth. “I thought you’d account for the possibility I was using reverse psychology. Although, I guess hell hasn’t unleashed Freud out in the world yet, so maybe you haven’t heard of it. We’re really excited about him, he’s gonna fuck a whole bunch of shit up -”

“Oh,” he says, running a hand through his hair and gazing nervously after Adam and Eve, now just specks on the horizon. “Oh, no.”

“Well, listen, if it makes you feel better, I’m going after them. If they’re gonna get eaten by wolves I’d quite like to see it,” she says, walking slowly backwards, facing him still but walking in the direction the humans had gone. Her arms are spread welcomingly, but the gesture is undercut by her devilish grin. “You can always tell your bosses you went to protect them from me. Getting a high-ranking angel like you assigned to prevent me from creating evil would probably be a badge of honour, down there, so I don’t mind.”

“I’m not that high-ranking,” he mumbles, but starts walking after her anyway. “You - I don’t know your name. I’m Barry. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Should you know it?” She side-eyes him. “Wouldn’t the foul syllables of my eldritch name corrupt your virgin ears?”

“Oh - uh – I – maybe,” he stutters. “Maybe it’s best I don’t know, then.”

“It’s Lup,” she grins. “Pleased to corrupt you.”

He squeaks, and she grins. He’s kinda cute.

-

A woman in a black business suit and heels, her phone held to her ear and a briefcase in her free hand, hurries past the park bench, talking indistinctly all the while.

Lup snaps her fingers. From the tip of her index finger, a foul-smelling puff of black smoke wafts. The woman stumbles, slightly, with a small yelp, and puts her briefcase down to pull her shoe off and shake it. A tiny pebble falls out, and she slips her foot back into the shoe and keeps walking.

Barry gives Lup a disapproving look, and snaps his own fingers. The light seems to catch on the air around his hand, glimmering gently like he’s tossed a handful of glitter, and a smell like freshly-cut grass fills the air. The woman holds the phone away from her ear, scrutinising the screen, and holds it skyward. No luck. She slips it back in her pocket, scowling, and storms off.

“Really, Bear,” Lup grins. “Cutting off her cell service? That’s pretty devilish.”

“Not really,” Barry says. “Her friend was about to ask her to babysit this weekend, and she didn’t want to do it. I was just – saving her from having to make an excuse.”

Lup giggles. “You can never just admit you’re feeling mischievous, can you?”

Barry tries to suppress a smile, pointedly not looking at her. “Angels don’t get mischievous,” he lies through his teeth.

Lup laughs, and he does too, but eventually they both fall silent. He can’t see her eyes behind her thick sunglasses, but he can tell she’s watching him. The silence is long enough and intense enough to make him nervous, which isn’t something that happens a lot, around Lup, but he knows not to press, so he waits patiently for her to say something.

Finally, she speaks up. “Hell’s called me back, Barry,” she says, her voice dispassionate, her face inscrutable. “They don’t think I’ve been causing enough mischief. They’ll probably assign me to a desk job for a few centuries. If I’m lucky.”

He breathes a shocked sigh. “What? You – Lup, you can’t -”

She shakes her head, minutely. “There’s nothing I can do. You know that. If your lot called you back -”

“Lup, my lot don’t go around dissolving people in acid baths,” he interrupts. “Not - okay, they do dissolve demons, but not -”

She looks away. “Yeah, I know. Look, I – I might see you again. I’ll get one of the other demons to pass a message if –” She gulps down the words she’d been ready to say and replaces them with something more bearable. “If I can. Probably won’t ask Taako, he’s much too into torturing white people by giving them food with a hint of spice, and I know you hate spice, so – Ren. She’s nice. I’ve only seen her eat, like, three people’s eyeballs, and that was ages ago.” She thinks. “Maybe the 90’s. Yeah, no, it was 2002. Ages ago. Anyway.”

“But - Lup, I -”

“I know,” she interrupts him. “I know. There’s a lot I want to say, but – Barry, I’ll be okay. This is probably best. Sooner or later, heaven or hell would’ve realised we -” she licks her lips with her forked tongue. “They’d have realised. And then one of us would be recalled, and I’d rather it was me than you.”

“No,” he whispers. “No, no.”

“I’ll never forget you,” she says, finally pulling her thick sunglasses off her face. Her eyes are sad, and his own well with tears as they make eye contact. “Not - not even after this life is over. Barry, you – you made life on earth worth living, and – just, occasionally, when you bless some boring mortal think of me, okay?”

He shakes his head. “No,” he says, louder this time. “I won’t let this happen. I can – we can hide you. I – Lup, please.”

“Oh, come on, Barry,” she says, slipping her glasses back on. He’s absurdly disappointed; it feels like her barriers have gone back up, that rare moment of vulnerability gone forever. “Your lot would never allow it. They’d order you to hand me over, and you’re an angel. You can’t break rules.”

He freezes, for a second, a battle raging internally. She’s right, of course, that he can’t break rules. It’s practically hard-coded into his DNA. As soon as heaven found out he was harbouring a demon, they’d order him to hand her over to them. Can’t have fraternisation with the enemy, after all. And Lup is, certainly, hereditarily, genetically, almost, his enemy. He should hate her.

He stands up, brushing himself off. She’d made fun of him, once, for being an angel in denim – aren't they meant to wear suits? - but now she can’t imagine him in anything but jeans. He offers her a hand. “Well, I’ve decided, actually, fuck that.”

She can’t help but smile, a little. “That’s - Barry, ten thousand years and that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear. A nice parting gift.”

“Nope,” he replies. “We’re not parting. Lup, if the choice is you or heaven? I chose you. I’ll always choose you, no matter who comes in the way. There’s no one else.”

Her mouth drops open. He keeps his hand outstretched, for a second longer, before he drops it again. “Uh, assuming -”

“No take-backsies,” she says, quietly, looking anywhere but his face. “If you mean it, Barry, then -”

“Fuck yes, I mean it,” he says, blushing profusely. “I - Lup, I’m -”

She surges upwards, flinging her arms around his neck, wrapping him in a hug. It’s the most physical contact they’ve had in ten thousand years, and it feels – it's nice. He expected hugging a demon would feel bad, somehow, but it feels natural, right, in a way that defies explanation. It feels as though Lup and he belong together. He places his own arms around her, too.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and he smiles.

“Of course. It – it was never even a question.”

[decayandfanfics]

The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power, smut later.

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write crusty boy here really in character. At least after AfO is taken. Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen.

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Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Familiarity breeds contempt.

Three days became four, then five. The hours flowing between your fingers and before you know it’s been two weeks and three days already.

Not that your will ask them to go. You were pretty sure the little trembling harmony that reigns in your home is as fragile as you decide by asking the wrong question.

To say you are comfortable would be rich, at least. They are a band of murderers, meanwhile you were just a student, but you would be lying if you didn’t accept the fact that the wave of fear had subdue to become some mild annoyance.

The thing is that the famous league of villains is as human as can be. Surely, they are insane, powerful, and menacing, but they also eat, and sleep, and they watch tv and smile when they are happy.

So here you are, getting in tune with their antics. Like how Magne likes to use your flowery shampoo because smells nice and it makes her feel pretty, or that Mr. Compress drinks his milk with honey before sleep.

So, you try your best to remember place and time, but then Toga asks you to paint her nails and asks if she can brush your hair because she wants so desperately to be your friend that something in your heart breaks a little when you remember that she’s just an abandoned child, with no other feminine figure to guide her. (Magne does what she can, but she also faces different kinds of struggle.)

Something in you began to soften to them and you simply cannot help it. Maybe is the little girl in you who wanted to be a hero but saw it impossible.

That’s how you end asking Spinner about his swords, both of you watching some tv program about forging historical weapons, and sharing about your parent’s death with Jin, who cries for you and hugs your tightly telling everyone he’s so happy to have a friend like you.

You end up buying vitamins and oranges for them because no one getting scurvy under your watch. Patching their injures and making some fast clinical examination of them, just to discover some of them are underweight, scrawny, and sharp. So, you cook for them, and made two beds in the living room because you’ve always had a soft spot for broken things and lost causes and somehow, you really want to make them feel nice, and you are no longer sure if this is about your survival or theirs.

Then is Tomura.

You can feel the attraction growing wild inside of you. How your eyes look for his figure inside the house and how you care about what he thinks of you or what he likes.

He’s not helping either, not when he insists on playing chess with you between playful back and forth, or sometimes just sits behind you in the kitchen counter to watch you cook. Silent until he’s not, asking “what’s that” when he sees you putting some spices in the pot.

He’s a curious cat. A fast learner and problem solver. Quick to intuition and creativity.

And you like the way his hair falls wet over his shoulders, clearing away from his face after he showers, looking less like a vagabond and more like a boy.

It’s awful and you know it. You can recognize a crush from a mile away and yours is there pulsing alive for everyone to watch.

The sad part is the what if.

Sometimes Toga asks things. Random things about medicine, about history, about books, and you cannot help it but to vomit everything you know about the subject because you are a scholar above everything else.

Those are the moments when Shigaraki will look at you from the corner of his ruby eyes, attentively listening and absorbing anything you say, siting quietly in a corner of the room, playing with his phone. Then he’ll hear something that catches his interest, asking you about it, his questions always interesting and more complex than Toga’s.

It saddens you to think of him as a student. His brilliance shining under the lights of proper education and love. What positive reinforcement and care could have done for him. Not that you know anything about Shigaraki, but there is no way a loving family could produce such person (not when you are more than sure that he’s clinically depressed), so your bets are on violence and abandonment.

What brilliant career could have achieved, what kind of things would he create, instead of just brutal destruction and (you suspect this one) raw self-loathing.

So, you dream of him sometimes.

You can see him wearing more than just a worn-out coat, a backpack hanging from his shoulder and his soft features clean and properly cared for. What he should look without the dry skin, the slouching and the eyebags.

You can imagine him crossing paths with you on campus, siting with you in the cafeteria, laughing youthfully, his persona free of the heavy weight of his wicked gestures, product of a life expended celebrating too much spite.

Maybe you would have meet him in other circumstances. A “friend of a friend” in some shitty party, the kind of boy that smiles when speaking, sharing some smart-ass joke, his witty speech making you laugh, making you fall.

Just like now. ��

“so, how do you know a quirk is a mutation?” Toga ask while you read some article in your laptop.

“well, most of them have a base or function as a variety of some primordial quirk. Those that are mutations simple work outside the norm and tend to be very dangerous for the everyone, including the holder, because as the mutation is a completely new expression of genetics, the rest of the body is still adapting to the evolutionary crescendo. That and, well…mutants have a very distinct look because the gene that comes with the mutation, also alters the expression of other common things like melatonin production.”

“Oh! I remember that! We saw it at school…with the Mendeleyev system.”

“exactly!” You say, but Toga isn’t done with the questions and you don’t stop the conversation before-

“so, how do they look? The mutants. How do they look.”

“well, they all have silver hair and red eyes.”

They look at the corner of the kitchen and only then you realize what you’ve done.

“Congratulations, Shigaraki. You are officially a fucking freak.” Dabi says from the couch, but Shigaraki doesn’t answer his provocation. He just keeps playing in his phone, the only sign of acknowledge is an arched brow.

It rubs you wrong. As much as anybody is okay with it, you hate the words that leave his mouth.

Maybe is the fact that he’s making fun of someone’s looks, or maybe is because hearing someone being called a freak sends you back to high school when your classmates told you that you were a fucking creep with that evil quirk of yours (or maybe is the stupid crush speaking) but it makes you angry, so before you can think of it, you spat.

“blue eyes are a mutation too, so you are no one to talk about it.”

Twice laughs at the comeback, but before you could taste your little win, Dabi makes sure to answer back because he’s being dying to fight you the moment he set a foot on your apartment.

“that was bold for a quirkless little bitch.”

You laugh astonished, deciding you will not acknowledge the fact he (very wrongly) thinks you quirkless.

“A quirkless little bitch? Seriously, Dabi? Where you raised in a fucking barn that you know nothing but fuck this and bitch that?

“yeah. I know stupid cunt too.” He barks referring to you.

“Dabi, cut it out.” Shigaraki snaps to no avail.

“Hey! We agree in no insults!” Compress try to quiet the fight down, but neither of you pays attention.

“I’m sure you do. Pretty useful to describe yourself I bet.”

“you sure like to bet, like how you are betting I don’t burn you alive for being an annoying bitch.” He threatens looking at the chess game still on the kitchen table, getting quickly into your nerves.

“Guys-“Toga fails to intercede.

“Fuck off, Dabi. This might be shocking for you, but you don’t scare me.”

“now, that’s pretty fucking stupid of you.”

“Dabi, shut up!” Shigaraki growls done, but you are not paying attention to him, so you keep pushing into the fight.  

“I’m not the one insulting everyone just because I cannot deal with some fucking daddy issues.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT” he snarls before kicking the little table in your living room, breaking one of its legs.

“CUT IT OUT! I don’t have to know when it’s plainly obvious you have problems with authority.”

“you really think you are so clever, don’t you?” he states, crossing the living room, aiming to you.

“Dabi, get the fuck out!” this time Shigaraki yells.

“I know I am, asshole!”

He stops his tracks, looming over you. His eyes scanning your face before looking at Shigaraki, who suddenly stands beside you.

Dabi laughs darkly.

“stupid woman. You should know better.”

And then…he just slaps your laptop out of the table; the computer smashing open against the cemented ground.

Chapter 9

[twinkluffy]

fanfics for quarantine with α!katsuki x Ω!izuku.

Hiya, my fellows shippers. I know quarantine is being hard to everyone for different reasons but i hope you can stay safe at home. If you have to be outside for work or to work with/for people, thank you so much for your hard work and it is deeply appreciated. 

In this occasion it’s my pleasure to bring you all a fanfic recommendation list of Alpha/Omega KatsuDeku that i loved on AO3. So buckle up, gather everything you need for this wild ride because this gonna be a long post and this just the first part, sisters. Friendly reminder that every person writes their own rules for their omegaverse. It goes without saying that most of this post is+18 rated filth (and i did let out some nasty things that would make most of you don’t hold a face to face conversation with me without kinkshaming me) but even with that the sexual content is gonna have a bolded +18 beside the tittle; and as the old saying goes: read the damn tags on the fic, they are there for a reason.  

The links, rating, state and summary under the cut. Please, feel free to reblog and like or to come to my dms just to talk or ask for a type of fic in specific. I’ll post part 2 of this soon. 

drag me to the deeps of your heart (+18)  by halcyonwhispers [one shot, 5945 words // 1/2 from “The (im)proper way to an Alpha-Omega courtship” series ] 

Everyone presents on their 17th birthday, and while Katsuki has already (alpha, big fuckin’ shocker), he awaits his boyfriend’s presentation to finally get over the nonexistent (slight) curiosity over Izuku’s new rank. He can’t be an alpha, not crybaby, overthinking Deku. Anyways, both his parents are betas, and all that genetic and biology shit says Deku’s bound for that road. (he thinks)

Gravity (+18) by warschach [complete, 71477 words, 10 chapters]

Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round. Not that he cares, pfft.

Ha, Izuku Midoriya caring about Katsuki Bakugou, thinking he's pretty cute and not half bad once you get past the asshole persona; though that gargantuan ego of his could take a dive off a very tall cliff. (Fine, he cares.)

what’s mine is mine (+18) by xenodickery [one shot, 5504 words // 1/3 from the “what’s mine is mine” series. Implied r*pe not related to the pair]

Bakugou watched, fists shaking in his lap, as someone pried open Midoriya's mouth and placed the pink tab on his tongue. An aphrodisiac. At least that's what they'd called it. A heat compellant.

Marshmallow by choimarie  [one shot, 3359 words // part of the 2k18 bakudeku week]

“Yo! Look at what we have here!” A voice said loudly and Izuku's heart stopped.

He turned around, his eyes widening. A group of six alphas was walking his way towards him.

What’s is this? The beginning of a porn0? (+18) by JijiHadidnt [2 chapters, 4625 words]

“Did somebody order a pizza?”

“What is this? The beginning of a porno?”

“Shut up Nerd just let me in.”

Izuku and Bakugou handle their argument over celebrity crushes in an interesting way.

A nest for the best by Camellia_Sinensis [one shot, 1007 words // Part of the “dorks in love” series] 

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

where i feel you the most (+18) by shousanki [one shot,3899 words]

In which Katsuki comes 1) to terms with Izuku's screwy biology almost as unpredictable as the person himself, and 2) down Izuku's warm and willing throat.

the last dragon-blood king (+18) by claimedbydaryl [complete, 13 chapters, 107.009 words]

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

Project: heat (+18) by ellslane  [one shot, 2914 words]

Katsuki can do this. He can control himself around Deku, who’s scent has spiked in sweetness and is dripping in pheromones. He can maintain his composure as they work together on a school project. He can keep himself in check as his stupid smell wafts through the air, and directly into his nose.

He can’t do this.

Dessert before dinner (+18) by Morpheel [one shot, 3473 words] 

Ground Zero has his work cut out for him as of late.

Between his increased Hero workload, and a pregnant mate at home, there's very little time to slow down and "smell the roses", as they say. He's too busy fighting the rampant crime rate going wild throughout the city without their Pillar of Justice on duty for 9 months. Yet leave it up to Izuku to find his own way in squirming some quality time in before Katsuki's shift.

Emergency contact (+18) by SurelyHeavenWaits [one shot, 3753 words]

There are some things in life that a person would like to know in advance:

weather forecasts, patrol schedules, patrol routes, being listed as an ERC for the person they've secretly loved for most of their life. Pro Hero Deku knew three of these things at the start of his shift.

Blonde haired bunnies (+18) by morpheel [one shot, 5194 words]

In an attempt to create a new genetic pattern in the Rabbit-Hybrid Gene, Izuku Midorya is paired with a very strange (and almost unorthodox) stud. The end goal is blonde haired, red eyed rabbits- though only one Alpha truly fits that bill.

Surely a wolf and a rabbit can't breed?

Late mornings (+18) by Oilux [one shot, words]

When Deku arrives, late for class, panting, red stained cheeks, every alpha in the class staring at him with open want, Bakugo only has one thought crossing his mind.

He’s mine.

Vitality in postpartum (+18) by ellslane [one shot,2989 words]

Katsuki can tell his husband has been dealing with his image after giving birth to their precious boy, and he's hellbent on making Izuku see the perfection he sees. Happy husband, happy life, after all.

Box (+18) by SurelyHeavenWaits [one shot, 3028 words]

On a stakeout for a villain with what's been reported as a lust-inducing Quirk, Pro Heroes Ground Zero and Deku find themselves boxed into a dire situation.

I’m so glad i found my mate today by kittiegirl1616 [oneshot, 2123 words]

Pro-Hero Ground Zero has captured a villain when he senses his mate is nearby.

whatever you’ve done, just bury (+18) it by ikvros [complete, 3 chapters, 18.593 words]

He knows how Katsuki thinks, talks, and fights. He knows how he sleeps, how he eats, how he loves, and how he leaves. And he knows what knows what it means for Katsuki to come back; has washed the evidence from the sheets countless times, scrubbed the scent of him off his skin in the morning until it’s as red and raw as his heart.

Their home (+18) by Veradiciy [one shot, 2694 words] 

There was nothing wrong with parking the car inside their garage. Nothing wrong with turning off the ignition and locking the car while still inside. Not even when the sensory light of the garage had went out a minute later to leave darkness at its wake. Having sex comes naturally between a mated couple like Bakugou and Midoriya in the late night during the start of Midoriya's heat.

Please scent me by fleurown [one shot, words]

In which Deku needs a quick favor at a party and Katsuki can't deny such a cute face.

eternity by PepeermintLeo [one shot, 9.724 words]

Izuku was Kacchan’s partner, in every sense of the word. He ruled right next to Kacchan’s side, an alpha and an omega, leading Kacchan’s tribe against all sorts of odds. As well as his romantic partner, steady and solid by his side but giving when emotions called for it.

Uncertainty by SuperiorDragonLord [one shot, 5129 words]  

Izuku was getting worried. After a particularly rough rescue mission, Katsuki had yet to even have a full conversation with him. Tensions are running high and Izuku is starting to get tired of walking around on eggshells. When he finally decides to confront Katsuki about it things take a direction he hadn't been prepared for.

Devil in me (+18) by glamour_weebs [oneshot, 1699 words]

Katsuki's usually the one getting into fights over Deku when they go to the club, but this time, his Omega's the one that starts a fight over him, but he doesn't stop there. Deku's determined to mark his territory.

if you can’t find the moning light, i’m here tonight by yabakuboi [oneshot, 3488 words]

Katsuki was never sure what happened to his childhood friend, quirkless Izuku who had presented as an omega and was whisked away to a traditional matchmaking house. Katsuki never saw him again after that, and tried to convince himself it was for the best. Many lonely years pass before he finds Izuku in the last place he ever wanted to, in the middle of a battlefield with a child clutching to his shirt.

Earned it (+18)by Morpheel [one shot, 6038 words]

Because within the illumination of lantern light stood a brothel’s worth of Omegas, all in various states of disarray, giggling and washing themselves without a care in the world to the army in their path.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Say it again by susurrxus [one shot, 7153 words // Part of the (incomplete) “Mina Ashido approve of this ship” series] 

Katsuki discoveres he doesnt quite oppose to being called Daddy... nor does he oppose to abusing his Omega until he's a sobbing whore on the teachers desk.

[fanficimagery]

Imagine finding out you're Remus Lupin's mate.

Remus X Reader

Being relocated to an entirely different country was not something you had been looking forward to, especially with a one year old baby that you had taken into your custody when he was only six months old. The MACUSA worked very closely with the Ministry of Magic to have you set up in a magical only neighborhood, and that's where you stayed for four years.

Technically you weren't on lock down, but it was strongly advised that you didn't set foot outside the Wizarding World since you and your son were technically in hiding until further notice. The MACUSA and the Ministry of Magic gave you a monthly stipend for abiding by the rules they set for you, and you learned to looked after yourself and baby Asher while also doing some light work at a bookstore where the owner's wife was all too happy to look after Asher in the nursery room the store surprisingly had.

When the MACUSA and the Ministry finally gave you the all clear you had already built up a life for yourself and Asher, and decided to stay. Then one day at the bookstore you met a lovely woman by the name of Fleur Weasley, who was shopping with her daughter tucked into the crook of her arm, and the two of you hit it off when Asher had run around the corner to attach himself to your knees. Fleur then became a somewhat steady client of the bookstore and eventually set up a play date for Asher and her daughter Victoire. Befriending Fleur came with the added benefit of meeting her husband Bill Weasley and that- that was a blessing in disguise.

When Asher first reacted to Bill's presence, you had to tell your new friends Asher's backstory. The Weasley's were awed to learn of Asher's lycanthropy and the fact that he didn't need a full moon to transform, nor did he completely transform like the werewolves of the wizarding world did. And as Asher was getting older, the full moons were becoming a little harder for you keep up with him. But then Bill stepped in and confessed why Asher reacted so strongly to him, and you were surprised to learn of Bill's own issues even after having his scars stare you in the face every day for as long as you knew him. Though Bill didn't transform, he did pick up a few abilities and one of them was excess energy that flooded his system on the night of a full moon. When you learned he ran, you were all too happy to test Bill taking Asher for one full moon and were completely relieved that the two got on as if they were part of the same pack.

You were content with your life as it were, but Bill and Fleur were adamant you needed to meet more people. You had been prepared for the other Weasley's, the Potter's, and even Sirius Black.. but there was no way you could have ever been prepared for Remus Lupin.

"Are you sure it's okay?" You ask one last time, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

Fleur grins as she fixes Victoire's dress and Bill sighs. "Oh for the love of Merlin. Yes!" Fleur finally giggles and you crack a grin of your own. "Are you sure you don't want to bring Asher with you?"

"I'm sure. My boss' wife, Maggie, has taken him for the evening. I didn't want to overwhelm him with a bunch of new faces just yet. I want to meet everyone first before bringing Asher."

Bill nods as Fleur sidles up to your side. "Does zis Maggie know about Azzer's condition?" Her French accent never fails to amuse you.

"Yep. When Asher gets attached to someone who he ends up adoring, they become his. Someone got a little heated one day with my boss and Asher was nearby. He started growling and flashing his eyes, but Maggie was quick to hide his face against her leg and quieted him down. After that I told them everything."

"And they were okay with it?" Bill asks, surprised.

"They were.. worried, which I understand." You shrug and tug on the tail end of Victoire's braid. "All that matters is that they adore him and treat him as if he was their own grandson. It also helps that he's a pack creature and he loves to give cuddles to scent mark people."

Bill chuckles. "I knew that's what he was going. He does it a lot, especially after the full moon."

"To Victoire too." Fleur smiles fondly as she touches the top of her daughter's head. "Not as much to me though."

"It's because you're part Veela," you muse. "He adores you, but he's also intimidated by you."

"Poor lad," Bill says. "Now enough chit-chat, witches. We're expected at Grimmauld any minute now. And Y/N, since the townhouse is still unplottable you'll only be able to get in if we apparate with you onto the door step."

"That's fine."

Bill and Fleur make sure they have whatever it is they're taking to the casual dinner with a few friends and family before Fleur takes Victoire through the floo. Bill latches onto your wrist and you close your eyes the moment Bill smirks at you. The sensation of apparating never became familiar to you, so you barely dry heave when you feel solid ground beneath your feet once more.

"Welcome to the Noble and most Ancient House of Black," Bill tells you. "It's in a constant state of renovation because Sirius can't settle on what he wants and we'll have to be quiet near the stairs. There's a portrait of his mother that is absolutely barmy and she'll scream for hours if we disturb her."

You huff a laugh. "Why isn't the portrait just removed then?"

The door swings open and who you can only assume is Sirius Black winks at you. "Because that barmy bitch didn't want anyone to live here in peace. You must be Y/N."

"And you must be Sirius Black. Nice to meet you."

"You as well, sweetheart."

"Hey!" Bill suddenly remarks as Sirius holds the door open further to allow you two entrance. "No flirting with the witch. She's much too pretty for the likes of you."

Sirius mockingly gasps, holding a hand to his heart. "William, you wound me. But does this mean the radiant Fleur is now up for grabs?"

"In your dreams, Pads."

"And what lovely dreams they are."

You laugh as the two men continue to banter back and forth all the way towards the kitchen, they only calming down as they near a portrait that appears to be covered by dark heavy drapes. Then once in the kitchen you're assaulted by the noise of several gathered witches and wizards.

Bill first introduces you to his mum and dad, Arthur and Molly. His youngest brother Ron smiles and waves in greeting, as does Ron's girlfriend Hermione. The last two wizards to be introduced to you are distracted by the conversation they're having across the table from each other, and only look up when Bill clears his throat. Harry Potter is easily recognizable by the scar on his forehead and round spectacles perched on his nose, but the other- the one wizard with the shaggy, sandy brown hair and beard, and faint scars running diagonal across his lower face as if an animal had once attacked him steals your breath away.

Everyone had friendly greetings and smiles for you, but Remus' gaze snaps to yours and subtly narrow. His nostrils flare and you paste on a grin as he.. is he scenting the air?

Sirius notices his friend's behavior and easily distracts everyone, you happily going along and pretending the moment wasn't odd. Eventually Remus calms and greets you properly, and you ignore the obvious signs of him sniffing around you. Everyone soon settles down, Molly and Fleur dish out dinner, and conversation flows fairly easy. Then after dessert is served, the conversation turns rather rowdy and is only egged on by Sirius. Molly and Arthur take their leave then, taking a sleepy Victoire with them and leaving the younger crowd to truly get to know you.

The firewhiskey and butterbeers are passed around, and everyone turns their attention on you.

"So, Y/N," Sirius actually leers at you, earning an eye roll from Hermione. "What brings you to our side of the pond?"

Your lips twitch. "Asher and I have been living here for a few years now."

"Ooh. Boyfriend?"

"No. Son."

Remus chokes on his drink and Sirius smirks at him. It's Harry who then takes the reigns and asks, "You have a son?"

"Yes.. and no."

"Wait. I'm confused." Ron frowns.

You glance at Bill and he smiles encouragingly in return. "Trust me when I say you can trust them. They're good people and will treat Asher no differently."

Taking a deep breath, you then make sure to catch everyone's gaze before shrugging sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I just- Asher and I had somewhat been on Ministry lock down for a few years, and having free reign once again.. it's-"

"I'm sorry," Hermione readily interrupts. "Ministry lock down?"

"Yeah," you drawl in embarrassment. "The thing is.. Asher is my son, but not biologically. He's my godson who came into my custody when his parents passed. The MACUSA and the Ministry helped me out when Asher's biological father and his pack wanted Asher for themselves when they realized he would be able to perform magic."

Remus gulps. "P-Pack?"

Bill claps his hands together loudly. "Okay! Story time," he grins right before he nudges you with his elbow. "No one speak until after Y/N is done with her story. Clear?"

"Clear." Everyone sounds together.

Taking another deep breath, you explain. "Asher's biological mother (Addalyn) was a muggle and his biological father (Terrance) was a werewolf. It wasn't for certain that the werewolf gene would pass down, but Addalyn did not care for pack politics and the way they discussed her unborn son. So.. she left. And Terrance only scoffed as she packed her bags before turning his back on them. And before someone tries to interrupt by telling me the werewolf gene cannot be passed down, it can. At least in the non-wizarding breed of werewolf, which Asher is."

"Holy hell," Sirius quietly remarks.

"Addalyn then fell in love with another muggle (Eric), who eventually was clued in to what Asher could possibly be, and the two of them raised Asher together. Baby Asher then experienced accidental boughts of magic very early on and the MACUSA sent a witch representative to ease the muggles into the world of magic."

"Hence where Y/N comes in," Fleur grins.

"Yes. I was the witch they sent, and Addalyn and Eric were relieved to know they weren't hallucinating. They adapted fairly well, we became quite close, and then they died. Just like that," you snap your fingers to signify how quickly it had happened. "Terrance got temporary custody until the hearing of the will and everyone was quite shocked to learn that Addalyn and Eric, who at the point had more say so over Asher than Terrance, had named me godmother and Asher's sole guardian should anything happen to them."

"Terrance and his pack weren't too happy to give up Asher after they realized just how special he truly was, and they tried to rile up allying packs to fight us. But Asher was magically mine, since the will had apparently been bound in magic and blood, and the MACUSA were able to take Asher and give him to me. The packs weren't happy and threatened to hunt me down, forcefully take Asher, and kill any witch or wizard helping me."

"So they sent you away in hiding," Hermione quietly realizes and you find yourself not even a bit annoyed at the brief interruption. "That must have been terribly lonely."

"It was in the beginning," you admit. "But then I found a job in the wizarding village at a bookstore, and my boss and his wife were able to help me with Asher during his full moons."

"He's so young," Hermione murmurs. Her eyes dart to Remus who looks rather pale and shaky. "Do you have him on wolfsbane?"

"Wolfsba- no!" You utter in complete horror. "Any strain of wolfsbane will kill Asher!" Everyone's eyes widen in horror at that piece of information. "The full moon for Asher merely heightens every sense of his. His breed of werewolf, they have half-shifts. Only alphas can completely turn into a wolf, and at that it's really rare for an alpha to reach that level of power."

"What's a half-shift entail?" Harry wonders.

Bill smiles as he answers this one. "His face changes. The bones shift to give him a more animalistic look, he has a mouth full of sharp teeth, his eyes glow, and he's got a set of wicked claws. As long as he has his anchor- something which reminds him he's human when he shifts- he's sane. Y/N usually shows up at Shell Cottage and Asher will run with me along the beach. He likes to play tag and tackle me into the ocean."

"So let me get this straight," Sirius blurts. "He's in no pain?"

"No pain. He said it's like- it feels like bees under his skin. He can feel the pull of the moon, but he's not feral. He's quite cuddly and will scent mark you once he recognizes you and realizes that the person won't be leaving anytime soon."

"You should zee him with Victoire," Fleur smiles. "'ee protects her."

"Yes. So that's- that's how I came into the custody of my son and became a mother over night. Any other questions?"

After mostly everyone had flooed home, Remus and Sirius retire to the library.

"So what do you think about the new witch?"

Remus sighs and downs the rest of his whiskey, his head falling back onto the back rest of the sofa chair he's sitting in. "I don't know, Padfoot. She's nice. Wonderful even, but there's something about her-"

"That attracts Moony," Sirius muses. "And don't try to deny it. I saw you scenting the air. Bill did as well." Remus groans and his best friend chuckles. "Merlin, Moony, even Y/N noticed it. She was just nice enough to not mention it."

"I felt a pull to her," he finally admits. "Once I realized what the scent clinging to her was, my wolf was.. pleased. He- we," Remus then gulps, "were hanging off her every word. We wanted to be next to her, we wanted- we wanted-"

"To scent mark her as if she were your own." Remus and Sirius glance at the doorway and find Bill leaning against the door jamb there. "Has it occurred to you, Remus, that Y/N might be your mate?"

"What? No, that's im-"

"It's not. You've felt attraction to a witch before. Can you sit there and honestly tell us that your wolf was attracted to them as much as he was to Y/N?"

"Well.. no. If I got too close to a witch, my wolf wanted nothing to do with her. But Y/N, he was all too willing to climb over the table and cuddle her close."

"Exactly," Bill grins. "It's a mate pull." Remus gapes and Sirius chortles. "Now if you want to do something about it, she and Asher will be with us at Shell Cottage in a few days. If you want to speak with her, then will be the perfect time."

Shell Cottage is busy when you and Asher finally show up. You knew there were going to be a few people there, so you're not really that surprised. But Asher- Asher is beyond excited to meet some new faces. However, as he happens upon Remus and Sirius.. he starts to growl. And his eyes flash yellow.

"Asher?" You put a hand on his shoulder, but he snarls and pushes you behind him. Sirius is openly smirking and Remus is staying rather still as he keeps his eyes locked on your son. "Asher, it's okay. This is Sirius and Remus. They're friends of Bill's."

"But mom.."

"No buts, mister. They're friends. Now apologize to Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin."

"M'sorry."

Victoire rushes by and Asher is quick to chase after her, and you sigh at the men. "Sorry about him. He's usually more.. polite. Your scents threw him off." Remus tenses and you roll your eyes. "Honestly, Remus, it doesn't take a genius to realize you were scenting the air that first night we met."

Sirius grins. "Looks like the wolf is out of the bag."

"Shut it, you mangy mutt."

Sirius gasps and you laugh, and then it's your turn to be surprised as Sirius transforms into a large, shaggy dog right before your eyes. He's an animagus!

He barks once, licks your hand, and then chases after the children. Asher howls off in the distance, Sirius howls right back, and then the two are running side-by-side as Asher sports the biggest smile you've only ever seen him sport when he runs with Bill on the nights of a full moon.

"So that was your son.. in his transformed state. The bones in his face.. it really doesn't hurt him, does it?"

"No, it doesn't." You glance up at Remus who is now standing arm to arm with you and smile. "How are you faring today, Remus?"

"I'm good. Good," he gulps. The both of you watch the gathered family and friends spread out on the beach, talking and laughing as the children and Sirius play. "Listen, Y/N, can I speak to you? Privately."

"Sure." Remus leads you to a small hill and the both of you take a seat on the only patch of grass in a sea of sand. "So what's up, pup?"

He glances at you and drawls, "Really?"

"I couldn't help myself. But seriously, what's up?"

With bent knees, Remus plucks at the blades of grass between his feet. "There's no easy way to say this, it'll probably sound absolutely barmy, but-"

"Remus? Spill. Now."

"What do you know about mates?"

Brow furrowing, you shrug. "Like soulmates or..?"

"Wolf mates."

"I don't know. Do they actually exist? Because the non-wizarding werewolves have no such thing."

"Well they do. For the lycanthropes such as I."

You grin. "Neat. So why the privacy just now? You trying to tell me you've found your wolfy-mate, Lupin? I’m not really sure it’s any of my business."

"Yes. It’s you."

"Congrat- wait, what? Me? I'm a- I'm your-"

"Yes."

"But how?! We only just met!"

"All it takes is one meeting." He finally meets your gaze, but instead of finding horror or rejection, all he finds is your confusion. "Ever since I caught your scent beneath Asher's, my wolf has been whining in the back of my mind. It's been a hellish few days since Bill told me to come see you."

"So Bill knows then?"

"And Sirius. They knew that first night. I was confused as to why I felt a sudden pull to you and Bill spelled it out for me. I didn't think I had a mate out there somewhere. Never expected it, to be honest."

"I-" Your mind suddenly blanks and your jaw snaps shut. Remus' shoulders sag. "Okay. I, uh, I'm not really sure what to think. Wow."

"I'm really sorry-"

"Sorry? Don't be," you huff a small laugh. "I have a hot werewolf telling me I'm his mate. I'm just- I'm trying to wrap my head around it, is all. I mean.. you and my son are both werewolves. You can't get territorial over me when he inevitably growls at you for being too close to me."

Remus' lips twitch. "I'm sure we can come to some understanding."

"You better."

"So.. we're good? You don't have any questions?"

"Oh I have tons of questions, but I also kind of just wanna bask in the fact that I don't have to flirt my way into your pants. Your inner wolf kind of wants to jump me already and all I had to do was exist in the same room as you."

Remus snorts while shaking his head fondly at you. Then to test the waters, he hesitantly reaches out with one of his hands to take your own in his. Lacing your fingers together, he seems to breath out a sigh of relief when you squeeze his hand in return. "No running away?"

"Nah. I'm pretty stoked at where I'm at right now," you say. "But just- not too fast, yeah? If this is going to work out, we really do need to acclimate Asher to you first."

"That's fine. We have all the time in the world."

[philosophicalparadox]

The Twins and Paternity

Ok, this is going to be a LONG post, because there is just SO MUCH to debunk about this whole “the twins have different fathers” thing. 

Because it may not be as true as you think. In fact, it’s more likely given what we know that they really are identical twins. 

Huh? But they look different!

Aaaaaand that is why this post is so long: that’s right folks, buckle up and let’s take a field trip down the road called Epigenetics and Gene expression. (in other words, this is going to get really sciencey)

TLDR: Twins can be identical genetically, but have different phenotypes and even completely different body structure due to gene mutation that occurs during gestation. This gene mutation modifies how genes are expressed, but does NOT modify the genes themselves. The fact that the twins are BOTH half demons, well...we’re going to get into some rather strange examples I have from personal experience about animal hybridization and gene expression, simplified as much as I dare. Also, prepare for wikipedia references, because they may not be superb but they offer a good summary of everything I looked up, via Wiki’s citation page. (Yep, I went there.) You’re welcome. 

More below the cut: 

First, let’s look at what we know:

The twins are Monoamniotic, meaning that they share the same amniotic sac in utero. This is something ONLY achievable in identical twins. 

With me? Good, because here’s where that get’s messy:

Monoamniotism and Size/parasitism

Monoamniotic twins are also monochorionic, meaning that they share a placenta. This, unfortunately, can lead to embryonic parasitism, since the twins in a monoamniotic/monochorionic relationship (called, affectionately, “MoMo twins”) share blood between not just the mother and each of them, but between one another also. As a result, it is not uncommon in “MoMo” twins for one twin to be larger or stronger than the other. 

Also, blood is not sometimes distributed evenly over a placenta, especially in the case of MoMo twins, which have a very large placenta to share between the two. Consequently, it is not unusual for one twin to be short of an adequate blood supply, and therefore become thinner and smaller. While it’s rare, sometimes one twin may die in utero for this reason. 

I say this as a matter of interpretation, not fact, but it appears to me that MoMo twins seem to be one step shy of conjoined, since they share everything from blood and nutrients to hormones, not only with mom, but with one another also. 

The Process

The diagram above shows at what stage during the development of a (single) foetus it can split into twins, and the results thereof. 

Most people have an erroneous assumption that identical twins are always produced during the initial phases of gestation, when the egg is first dividing. (Morula stage). However, this is not remotely true of all identical twins, which is why you get things like the Conjoined twins above, which do not split into separate organisms until the, putting it in layman’s terms, “DNA blueprint” of their entire basic structure is already determined. (Basically, as the Embryonic Disc stage, every cell is primed to divide in a specific way, to become a specific, basic thing -- heart, spine, brain, etc. Before this stage, however, there are still “gaps” in the blueprint -- All of the chromosomes and genes are there, but they haven’t  quite “ordered” the cells to become those fundamental things like organs yet. Now, as the foetus grows, more cells will be “directed” by the DNA they contain to serve a function, but at the Embryonic Disk stage, most of the vital organs “blueprints” are complete.)

DNA replication and Mutation:

Recap, because for some people, high school was a long time ago. 

DNA divides using RNA as a transcriptor, in order to “copy” the DNA -- the RNA can modify the DNA depending on what it’s specific structure is and how it transcribes the DNA during replication. This is how viruses do their business, by transcribing thier RNA into your DNA, and changing what a cell does or how well it functions by screwing up the DNA pattern. (which is why there really IS no limit on what a virus can do or what symptoms it can cause.)

However, errors do happen in transcription naturally, which is also how things like cancer form. When the RNA fails to “copy” the DNA correctly, it can mess with the senescence of the cell, causing it to divide indefinitely. On a less severe note, this is also how gene expression can be modified, even in identical individuals. Once RNA mis-transcribes something, future cells containing the ‘error’ are produced, and produced, and produced unless another RNA ‘failing’ changes the gene expression again. 

Gene expression in twins:

Because identical twins have identical Chromosomes, they usually have identical gene expression, which is basically how a visible a gene is. Now, they don’t ever have 100% identical DNA, due to those naturally occurring transcription errors, but their chromosomes are identical, and so are most of their genes. 

That means, however, that both twins also share not only every dominant trait, but every codominant and recessive trait. And, due to DNA replication errors, identical twins DO sometimes come out looking nothing at all alike, exactly because sometimes, rather than a cell’s DNA replicating to produce the “dominant” trait, it will instead transcribe for the recessive, and continue to do this until the gene becomes expressed as recessive. 

It is not clear, by my findings, if MoMo twins are more or less suceptible to this, so I can not answer from that angle. 

Gene expression and interspecies hybridization:

Ok, trip down memory lane time for me -- I used to work for a snake breeder, who knew a snake breeder, that knew a snake breeder...

Ahem, anyway, did you know that most “corn snakes” in the pet trade aren’t “corn snakes” at all? They’re almost always hybrids of the Texas Rat snake, Fox snake, Milk snake, or other Colubrid species. I once owned one that was Corn x Fox x Gopher snake -- he is currently a whopping Seven feet long, and has a very impressive girth. 

However, when I purchased him, he looked just like a normal corn snake. He had a bit of a different patten, and had very vibrant oranges and yellows and reds, with some seriously high contrast -- he was gorgeous. 

I met his parents at the store I got him from -- Mom was HUGE. I’m talking six feet at least, and with a “fire and ice” colour mutation. She was pretty, but damn was she big. I assumed it was just a fluke, and bought the boy anyway. 

I called her, the breeder, later on, when he got to be five feet long and had a seriously bad attitude, puffing up and hissing at just about anything. I wanted to know if it was a genetic thing, or a husbandry thing. 

She kindly told me he was F3 (third gen) Gopher hybrid, and that gopher snakes tended to be more defensive, claiming that he had “inherited those genes from mom”. 

Point of my story is : He looked just like a corn snake. 

But he was not, nor is any “corn snake” you find in the pet trade anymore, unless it is wild caught. 

using the same example, let’s talk about “high show” and “low show”: 

My corn snake was “High show” for typical corn-snake traits; orange body colour, markings (mostly - he had some barring that wasn’t typical, but that is owed to the barring in gopher snakes being dominant, I think.) and slender, active body. 

Now, that doesn’t make much of a case for twins - but it does offer insight into hybrids not necessarily looking hybrid-ey.

Demon Genes and Human Genes -- where to draw the line?

The following is fan speculation, not anything confirmed in canon:

Eminescu says, sometime in the middle chapters somewhere, that demon genes and human genes can combine in “interesting ways”. 

The question here becomes -- why did Rin get the “demon genes” and not Yukio? 

By sheer fluking chance, I wager. 

From what I can conjecture about, it appears that, at it’s most basic tennet, demon “parasites” being introduced into human hosts causes a kind of genetic splicing, but with the addition of “turning on” genes that, in humans, have been dormant for millions of years.

Demons who inhabit  (at least human) bodies produce atavisms, or throwbacks to ancestral traits. Tails, long canines, thickened fingernails, etc. are all traits humans once had, before they were homo sapiens. Long before. 

It could just be a splice thing, (which I will come back to in another post) whereupon the demon’s genes influence the addition of the tail and whatnot, but I’m of the mind that thier genes couldn’t splice effectively unless there was a genetic weakness to exploit -- the existence, perhaps, of dormant atavistic traits. Which could be why so few of the “host bodies” for Lucifer and crew could not be used. It takes a certain human, of a certain bloodline, to possess these traits, particularly in abundance. 

Now, that leads to some interesting speculations about Yuri, which I shall delve into thusly: 

Yuri and Demon genes

It is possible that Yuri is part demon herself, which would logically increase the odds of demon genes being passed on via copulation with a demon. After all, Satan is going to be dominant for some of the same genes, as the all-father, so it would make sense for those genes to come out when they breed. 

We don’t see any of those genes in anyone but Rin though. Why? Well, that could be the infintessimally small percentage of a chance that Yukio, while he inherited those same demon genes, simply doesn’t “show” them. He has them, but due to the infinitely complicated rules of hybridization, may not show them through. 

Now, a disclaimer: It could be, and is an equally valid point, assuming Katou doesn’t have a biology degree, that they DO have different fathers. However, until we have the answers in canon, it is equally as likely that they don’t. I merely hadn’t seen ANY post claiming the offensive -- that Satan sired them both. 

Feel free to reply with opinions, fact checks, etc! Unfortunately, I can not apparently link anything to add credibility (stupid Tumblr and their anti-linking bullcrap I guess - because Wikipedia apparently isn’t a source, and neither are any of it’s sources) and if I’ve misunderstood anything, please inform me! I spent five hours researching this stuff, but one day’s worth of study does not make me an expert!