#this sucks but this gif yelled at me like USE ME

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ The reason I survived in hell - was for you, it was not for me. ❞

Ω!reader x α!jeong-hyun | omegaverse AU, fluff, NSFW | sub. bttm. reader (AFAB) | reader has had top surgery and bottom growth  | wc: 14k

warnings: mentions of dog fights, CA, graphic description of violence, power imbalance, yandere tendencies, mentions of drugs, stalking, mentions of torture, omegaverse element (heat/rut)

masterlist: how you met (mob yanderes) : pt. 1 (K.JH); pt. 2 (K, JH); pt.3 (K. JH)

authors note: first patreon post, gah! it's a big boy, but i truly did have so much fun writing this! once again, thank you so much for your support and i hope you enjoy this~

*songs on repeat: nervous by the neighbourhood, Guilty by Taemin, Darwinism by Halsey

* YN is described as wearing more fem. clothing as he performs.

Her tongue is the only comfort he knows. Those hazel eyes, dark and light all the same, glimmering as she nosed at the open scar on his arms. It stings — no, it aches. That big mouth with its sharp yellow teeth had grabbed onto his right hand and snapped tightly around it. He was sure his bones would shatter if he weren’t so old. His shoulders pulse to a senseless rhythm as she continues to drag her tongue across his open wounds. 

Even when her mouth was the same as the monster's and her teeth were yellow and sharp — she comforted him with her warm belly and even warmer milk, giving him glimpses of a life he had long forgotten. Her mewling pups crowd around him, still too young to turn into monsters themselves. Too small and too fuzzy. Their teeth were more needle-like as they nipped and whimpered. Their muddy multicoloured coats would be scarred and torn apart one day but not today.

The boy turns his head, his neck too frozen and stiff from pain whinges, so he sucks in a sharp breath. Mama pauses, her wet nose pressing to his cheek as she sniffed. The scrap on his cheek made her push a gentle kiss as she adjusted her posture, now lying down around his head in a crescent shape. It must be nice to have that fur coat, he thought as he reached forward to weakly grasp at her paw. 

She lets him, merely huffing as she turns her attention back to the bite on his arm. He’s laid on his side, the sweat and blood making dirt stick to him uncomfortably onto his naked body. The boy hears footsteps from the door, heavy boots slapping on the concrete while boisterous laughter booms. Mama growls low, her cropped ears pressing back while her entire body stiffens. The little ones, two balls of fur, stumble back with their eyes trained on the door. The shadows that move underneath it frighten them enough to have them rush to the boy. He grunts for a moment, pushing through the pain and sluggish movement to wrap an arm around them and pull them close to his neck and chest. He’s scared too. It was too open in this cage and he knew that even if he tried to fight, his wounds and the drugs that they’d given him, would make him too slow. 

The last time he had bared his teeth, the men had yelled at him. Angry as they spit out those harsh words, the heavy rings on their fingers splitting open his skin when they backhanded him. The little ones wouldn’t be able to take those blows. But the men wouldn’t care — they didn’t. The last time one had tried, Mama had lost it. She’d been whimpering as she nosed and licked at its cold body. The men had taken it away and Mama waited, and waited, and waited. 

The boy lets them nip and chew on his thumb while Mama watches the door when it opens he’d take the men head-on and keep them safe. Even if he’d black out from the pain or if they’d use the metal pipes and slam him down into the dirt, screaming at his face and mockingly calling him a mutt. The boy would be scared, downright terrified when that happens, as he thinks about the potential outcomes of fighting back he shudders in place — but the little ones would be more terrified, wouldn’t they?

He was small, but they were smaller. He was weak, but they were weaker. 

The boy would protect them. He loved them too much to let them be taken away from him. They were the only thing that gave him comfort; Mama and them. He knows in a way, it’s futile. Mama’s had little ones before, they weren’t little anymore. They’d gotten big and their teeth were sharp, but the boy didn’t fault them for snapping their jaws around his limbs because he saw himself looking into their eyes.

That fear wouldn’t go away even when they were all big now with rippling muscles that chased him and blunt claws that dug into his chest. They were still little ones in there, somewhere, whimpering for a sliver of kindness as the men turned them into monsters. 

Jeong-Hyun wheezes softly as the door opens. The little one's yelp and Mama growls. He wills his body to move even when it screams at him to stay stiff. The boy ignores it, crouching ahead of the puppies while he bares his teeth at the tall men. They shove each other, snickering as they reach for the lock on the cage and rhythmically tap the metal pipe onto their palms. He licks the front of his teeth, nostrils flaring as his broken nails drag across the concrete — the scraping sensation being felt in his teeth. His tense posture makes warm blood trail out from his open wounds as his veins pulse with fear.

The cage door swings open.

Amid the chaos around in this tight hallway and violent attackers, all he can zone in on is the sight of you running down the hallway and disappearing as you turn the corner. Confusion riddles his face for a split second — until a man rushes at him and slams him into the wall. These backstreet gangsters Beokseom hired were just like that asshole. They were teeth gratingly annoying as they tried to overwhelm him like a bunch of ants, swinging their arms around while they held the legs of the wooden stool or whatever else they could grab as a weapon. 

Every time Jeong-Hyun gripped his knife, he could see the apprehension in the clench of their jaw. He could read them like an open book. They were scared to die but wouldn’t do anything to win this fight. They were the appetizers in the dog fights — little dogs who’d bark up a storm when a big dog was in the ring and run when it retaliated with the bone-shaking snap of their jaws. 

Jeong-Hyun glances at the man holding onto his stomach, his eyes squeezed shut like a bitch. At that moment, a wooden stool leg smashes on his head and Joeng-Hyun’s vision tints with viscous red. He licks his lips at the metallic taste, raising his hand and stabbing it right into the man’s back. When he fights back, Jeong-Hyun can feel the way his muscles contract around the blade — when Jeong-Hyun pulls it out, he continues to hold him to the wall. 

So Jeong-Hyun rewards his valiant sacrifice. He stabs him again and this time, his grip loosens. Jeong-Hyun grabs at his face, pulling his body upwards just as someone swings down a cleaver. It gets stuck in the man’s shoulder, deep in the bone and spurting blood like a fountain. It catches the attacker off guard, he whispers a name and Jeong-Hyun tilts his head at the boy’s expression. So young, so full of life — Beokseom was a piece of work hiring a teenager to be his muscle. He wasn’t a gangster, he was a meat shield. 

Jeong-Hyun shoves the body away and it slams into the boy, he stumbles backwards and gets pinned to the floor by the warm corpse. More bodies drop next to him, necks slashed wide open or eyes missing — Jeong-Hyun had no mercy for the rest of the men. When they swung at him, his frightening face would morph into pure excitement. When they did land a hit, it was as if Jeong-Hyun couldn’t even feel the pain. 

He was a monster with one goal in mind. To destroy everyone who stood in his path. Just as he was instructed to. 

When they were kids, she thought the sun itself had blessed him. His hazel eyes were brighter than hers, glowing under the light while he cooed on his play mat. She’d given him his name, Jeong-Hyun; Peaceful, gentle, virtuous, worthy. It mirrored her name in a way. Seo-Yun — a gentle, prosperous omen. 

As she walked through the club’s backdoor, her nose curling at the scent of seafood and burned broth, and as her heels clicked on the blood-splattered floors of Beokseom’s hallways she thought their names still reflected them. Even if crooked or twisted from the nature of their world — Jeong-Hyun was ever so peaceful as he leaned against the glass table of Oh Beokseom’s office.

Behind her, following her the whole way down, were her men and women in crisp white button-ups and black jackets while their hands hovered over their belts. Compared to the mess on the floor with their different patterns of clothes and shitty tattoos that were torn apart, her muscles were leagues above. A united front, a proper pack, unlike these mutts. 

“I guess dying discretely was too much for Mr Oh,” she nudges the back of his shattered head with the toe end of her shoes. Jeong-Hyun breathes harshly through his nose, jaw unclenching as she places a hand on his shoulder. Comfort was a foreign concept to Jeong-Hyun, it was something completely unfamiliar to him while he was growing up. It took a lot of work for Seo-Yun to ease him down with just a reassuring touch — she’d never given up on him and for that he was grateful. 

He shows her your blade, and Seo-Yun pinches her brows together. 

The carnage around her reveals the story. Oh Beokseom could’ve died a simple, lacklustre, death but he’d fought back and brandished Jeong-Hyun’s courting gift as a way to…Seo-Yun glances at the brain smeared on the floor. He was a peacock, posturing and strutting around amongst the other underground beasts as if he were one of them; but birds had hollow bones and Beokseom was no bird of prey. He sang his songs too loudly and fluttered his fan of feathers to any teenage girl who wanted to brag about having a ‘gangster’ boyfriend. 

It was a shame. He was a decent businessman, and the girls here were good at being Seo-Yun’s ears and eyes. If he were more cunning, the blade would’ve been left alone and so would you. If he were smart, he would’ve used you as a snake hidden amongst flowers — you were desperate, weren’t you? 

You must be if you willingly worked here. Beokseom should’ve used that to his advantage rather than assume Jeong-Hyun would frolic so freely with you under his arm. 

“You got angry and smashed his head open,” she signed as she spoke, noting the twitch of pain in his cheek as blood trailed down his fingertips. “Then got into a fight by yourself. That was reckless,” she bent her right hand slightly and tapped her chest with the tip of her fingers at which he turned his head away with his nose in the air. A haughty sniff earned him a pointed squint from Seo-Yun.

“You messaged me and said he was here as well. Where’s your singer?” 

It was right there, the blue and white building with the words ‘POLICE DEPARTMENT’ written across the board. Your feet had carried you here, your heart pumping wildly in your chest as you leaned against the rough walls of the alleyway. Shuddering breaths rack through you as you stare at the policemen walking up the steps with their smiles free of trouble. With every blink you see that man in the hallway, that monster, with the blade he’d gifted you in his hands as he struck down everyone around him. That gentle smile, that violent scene. 

You brace your hands on your knees, tilting forward and catching yourself with a thud of your shoulder against the wall. Your back is soaked, the cafe t-shirt sticking to your back as you find yourself kneeling on the ground and spitting onto the ground in an attempt to control the sudden flux of saliva. You wrap an arm around your stomach and will yourself to not upset it further. The meagre breakfast you had been the only meal, between getting kicked out of your only house to now seeing —

You cover your mouth and nose, your eyes watering. A concerned murmur penetrates your silent effort to keep your food in your stomach, and a patrol officer kneels before you. 

“Are you alright?” Her eyes were concerned, lips pursed as she placed a hand on your shoulder. You dropped the hand from your face, her neon green vest drawing you into a trance as her kind face patiently waited for you to speak. Then, behind her, a long set of legs appeared. You recognised him from the club. He comes by with an entourage of policemen who are well past their prime but not their usefulness. 

He liked to grope you while you sat on his lap, bouncing you on that skinny knee and cussing that omega bitches were so easy to impress in a drunken slur. You see recognition in his eyes and without thinking, you spring away, scrambling backwards onto your ass then up onto your feet.

“Sir, are you alright?” She staggers to her feet as well, widening her arms in a display of openness, but you conjure it as a threat, a trap. 

The police weren’t going to help. You were naive to think that they would when they already turn a blind eye to the shady shipments of simple seafood restaurants in exchange for ‘free’ participation in the trade. 

Each step added more and more weight onto your weary shoulders. For a while, you wandered around aimlessly and thoughtlessly, trying to make sense of what you had just witnessed and wondering how your life had somehow come to this. A shitty part-time job at a cafe with a stingy boss who’d complain about the stretched-out collar of your shirt, seeing your shady boss’ head splattered across the ground like a smashed open watermelon and now effectively homeless because there was no way in hell you’d run back to the club. The scent of blood stuck onto you, like the dampness of your sweat, and you made a startling discovery. 

A spot of red had found itself on the top of your shoes. 

The sound of people flooding in, their casual conversations and the cadence of their footsteps, startles you enough to raise your head. The sky was almost completely dark now, the street lamps and shop lights illuminating your path. Couples walk past you, offering you a glance of curiosity and pity. You wrap your arms around yourself and reach to check if you have anything on your face — spit or blood. Your hands were clean but they were still shaking. The street was so open, that you take a step to safety but go rigid. Ha-Joon had kicked you out. Your things were back in that damned changing room. The realization causes your shoulders to slump and you stop in place, breathing a rattling sigh. 

You had nowhere to go. All that hard work, those sacrifices you made to claw your way through the mud in hopes of living a comfortable life and you found yourself pulled into the earth. Just work hard, people have told you, and then everything will be more or less smooth sailing. Maybe it was your fault, after all, that advice didn’t apply to getting your hands dirty with gangsters, did it? Even if you didn’t do anything bad, even if you told yourself you were desperate, was it worth it in the end?

You despised your father for taking these predatory loans, maybe you were his son and now you’re just doomed to repeat his mistakes. 

How could you be so stupid? 

That spot of blood mocks you, coming back to life as tears fill your eyes and blur your vision. You shouldn’t cry, you shouldn’t — not in a public street when you already look this frazzled. 

A sniffing snout approaches the blood stain and you blink in confusion at the dog’s muddy multicoloured coat and white snout. Its stubby tail wagged, its butt moving with the motion as it lifted its head and smiled at you. He wore a collar with a loose leash attached, and as you trace it you meet with a masked face. 

But those eyes were Jeong-Hyun’s. That milky left and that ambrosia-coloured right— you’re pinned in place. Should you run or scream? You couldn’t, frozen in suspension as he took one step, then another. Questions buzz through your head, a hive of confusion, but the absence of fear makes a shiver run down your spine. The alpha pauses before he gets too close while his dog continues its mission to get to know you better. 

Your pupils are trembling as he connects your gazes. Peeking from his mask was gauze stuck to his cheek, the bulk under his jacket wasn’t due to a shoulder strap it was instead the sling his arm was in. The question of how he found you flash through your brain. You’d made good progress in running away from the fiasco but as the dog’s wet nose presses to your twitching fingers, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d used its nose to seek you out. Leisurely walking the streets, an item of yours in his pockets, following his furry friend's guidance.

Or was it more sinister? Did the patrol cop tell you he’d bumped into you or were the CCTV’s under his control?

Ha-Joon had told you their strength but when it was simply word of mouth, you couldn’t quite fathom it. Now that you’d seen what he could do with his boot, knife, and some elbow grease — you don’t doubt his movie-like influence. 

Something inside of you preens at this. Jeong-Hyun was showing off, it simply made sense to the caveman in your brain. This alpha had been courting you and his gorish display was simply his way of appealing to this instinctual part of you. Your inner omega finds this all endearing as it all but shows its soft underbelly and flicks its tail under Jeong-Hyun’s nose. It’s equal parts ridiculous and shameful, however, it reminds you of a trump card you hold.

“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” Jeong-Hyun’s eyebrows instantly raise and he shakes his head. He seemed shocked, genuinely shocked, that you would even think that. You play the part of an omega in distress — it didn’t take much acting considering you were one — and bring your shoulders up, hands cupping your elbows as you tilt your head down.

Jeong-Hyun reaches forward, gently placing a hand over yours to tap at it. He gestures to a cafe. You hesitantly follow, sitting on the outdoor chair and gasping softly as his dog places his head on your lap. His tail swept the floor as he pleaded to you with those gentle eyes. You gave him a few head pats, scratching behind his ears as Jeong-Hyun fished for his phone. He types into his phone as you let the sweet dog occupy your attention, when he’s done, he slides the phone to you.

[ Didn’t mean to scare ] 

[ Was trying to keep u safe ] 

[ Ur boss trouble he follows u home ]

[ My mistake I wanted to keep u safe ]

The more you read the more confused you got. Your boss had stalked you because Jeong-Hyun had gifted you things and given you attention, and Jeong-Hyun found an issue with it. This was earning him more brownie points from your omega — that dumb bitch — and you take a glance at him. 

He was waiting for your response with his eyes gentle, and beguiling. Gone were the traces of the beast in the hallway slicing down men like there were nothing more than blades of grass. He was a nervous schoolgirl again, just like he was the first night you met. 

“My boss was stalking me?” You try not to make your voice tremble, and you succeed. He nods, reaching for his phone again. Your fingers brush against his own when you pass it to him, and you swear you see the tips of his ears turn bright red. It takes everything in you not to snort at the sight. 

[ His people follow u ]

[ Take ur knife ]

[ Asshole. ]

A corner of your lips twitch, tugging your lip into a half-grin that Jeong-Hyun silently imprints into his mind. Despite the lack of details, he paints the picture for you; your boss had his grievances with Jeong-Hyun — the memory of him eating your food while he told you about their rudeness replays in your mind though his head is now just a bouquet of bone shards, gore, and his popped-out eye dangling below his chin — and strikes at the chance to get back at him through you because he’d shown his interest in you. 

You’d become homeless and scarred for life because your dumbass boss decided to use you because he felt disrespected. 

“Yeah, he is an asshole,” you mutter disdainfully. “Oh well, was,” you carefully hand Jeong-Hyun his phone again and instantly give the poor dog a few more ear scratches when he paws at your knees. 

“I’ll have to look for a new job.” Your eyes feel heavy, and you squint to focus as you fight the exhaustion of today’s events. You don’t even know why you’re telling him this. As you gently squeeze at his dog’s cute cheeks, you relax as it eagerly accepts your affections. 

“I’ll have to look for a new house.”

Jeong-Hyun slides his phone across the table. 

[ I can keep u safe ]

[ If u let me ]

[ U don’t have to work ]

[ My house is ur house ]

Well, he certainly didn’t beat around the bush. You shake your head and even with the mask on his face, you can tell he’s frowning. His eyebrows furrowing as he huffs at your stubbornness. Under the table, he scuffs the front part of his boots on the ground. Short off stomping his feet like a petulant child. You would get a headache from these two sides of him — spectrums would make more sense. Jeong-Hyun breathes sharply through his nose and then tilts his head, his downward-facing lashes fluttering. When you feel a paw place itself on your knee, you’re staring at the same expression on his dog. 

You purse your lips, trying not to laugh as you lean down to kiss the needy thing on his head. A glimmer of his collar grabs your attention and you take a second to read his name. 

“Hwan?” he perks up at the name. “Hwannie-ya” you coo sweetly. He gives a soft, gruff reply, surging upward to place his paws on your lap and lick at your face. His tail hits the table legs and you laugh softly at his affections. 

“I’m not going to live in your house, Mr. Kim. " He jerked his head back and scrunched his face. 

This time he shows you his phone screen.

[ Jeong-Hyun not Mr Kim ]

[ >:C ]

You smile at him this time. A proper one, with a sliver of teeth showing behind those beckoning lips. Your angelic voice utters his name, and it’s like it’s the first time he’s heard sound.

“Jeong-Hyun.”

He sinks into the chair, glancing away and unintentionally gives you a clear view of his good ear. Bright red, flushed right to the tip as he gave a curt nod. 

When Ha-Joon walks into his home, he nearly drops his bass in shock. There, in the living room, was a dog with its ears pointed forward and its eyes trained on him. It stood in front of the guest room door, a low rumbling noise escaping it as it stalked forward. 

The big dog was horrifying enough but on the couch was one of the most feared mobsters in the game; Kim Jeong-Hyun was idly flicking through his TV with his leather jacket draped across the back of the seat and his boots thrown off haphazardly at the hallway Ha-Joon wanted to disappear in.

Jeong-Hyun glanced over at Ha-Joon then gestured to the couch with nothing more than a jerk of his head. The bassist trembled, placed his bass down, and took a step forward. Hwan gives a low bark and Ha-Joon flinches, stiffening. Jeong-Hyun switches to a different channel, the volume is kept low but Ha-Joon recognizes the news anchor on the screen. When Jeong-Hyun clicks his tongue in annoyance, Ha-Joon comically stumbles over his long legs to reach the couch. 

God Jeong-Hyun was terrifying to look at. His face was mutilated and torn, skin stretched tight in some places, teeth exposed to the world his eye cloudy and most likely barely functional. It was a shame considering how the untouched parts of his face showed how handsome he could’ve been if it weren’t for his line of work. A rounded eye shape with a deep crease, strong eyebrows, a good nose shape and a strong jaw that he’s currently clenching the longer Ha-Joon stares. 

He moves to sit on the couch but Jeong-Hyun curls his lip and he squeaks. 

The alpha nods in front of him and Ha-Joon’s knees knock onto the carpet. He hears soft clinking in the kitchen and when he dares to sneak a glance, Ha-Joon sees a woman he swore had walked straight out of some graphic novel; her slanted eyes and full lips, her brows looked like they were in a perpetual state of worry which made her look kinder than the smile on her face showed.

“Ha-Joon, right?” Seo-Yun was holding a mug of coffee in her arm. She walked towards him, sitting on the armrest of the couch and delicately crossing her legs. Ha-Joon had heard tales of the Kim siblings from Hell. But in all those gorey stories, Jeong-Hyun’s name was much more prominent compared to his sisters. Jeong-Hyun tearing someone's neck apart, crushing someone’s ankles under his boot, sicking his dogs onto a wriggling human torso — Seo-Yun had never enacted such violence. The only thing he’d heard about her was the fact that she had a great rack and that she used to be some gangster's favourite lay before she somehow stole his little empire from him. It made Ha-Joon’s heart race just wondering what she could do to him.

“I’ll keep this simple. With Beokseom gone, his businesses naturally fall to us.” 

Naturally, what a strange choice of words. If Ha-Joon were braver he would have laughed. But he isn’t so he doesn’t. He wonders though if his boss had been warned or had been 

She says your name and Ha-Joon lifts his head. Hwan snaps his teeth next to his ear, making him yelp as he curls over to protect his head. He can feel the dog’s breath on his skin as it begins to growl lowly.

“We have to protect our own and (Y/N)’s in a tight spot, so be a gentleman and give him your guest room, won’t you?”

When he doesn’t answer her, Jeong-Hyun stands up and grabs his wavy locks, pulling him up until his back is arched uncomfortably and he’s choking on his spit from the sudden force. 

Seo-Yun takes a sip of her coffee, waiting for him to speak.

“Yuh - Yeah, yes, ma’am! I understand!”

Jeong-Hyun pulls his hair by his roots and Ha-Joon’s eyes fill with tears. When he makes a jerk motion to lift his arms, the dog snaps his jaws again and he simply sobs pitifully.

“My brother’s telling you to be quiet, (Y/N)’s had a rough night. He needs his rest.”

There’s a steady murmur of conversations throughout the room followed by the gentle clinks of glasses tinkling over the smooth laughter of the pretty omegas lounging next to tattooed men; their touches less than innocent, stroking and groping over his clothes in the safety of the dim lighting. 

The stage light makes those touches pause for a moment, though the men are not disappointed by it when they land their gaze on you. You were like a pearl glimmering on the stage, glossy lips pouted as you hummed a tune, the band behind you following your lead. If you were nervous, you didn’t let it show. Despite all their eyes on you, you continued to sing on stage with that sultry, clear, voice. The teasing movements of your hips and waist and your teasing grin were inciting a few of the alphas in the crowd. 

Further in the back, they gave you a sharp wolf whistle, earning a few cheers of agreement from the men around him. The girls lounging with them instantly glance at the table right in front of your stage, the one with only one currently occupied chair. His head twitches but he still faces you which makes the girls shift cautiously, now sharing looks. 

“Work it, baby!” one man cheers as you twirl on stage. She shifts under his arm, internally sighing when he simply pulls her in closer. “You getting jealous or something?” 

“No,” she giggles. “I’m just gonna get you some more drinks, so we can keep this party going all night long!” he slurs something about her just wanting him to spend more money on the club to get some cut out of it. Next to him, his buddy continues to holler and whistle at you. She sees Jeong-Hyun turn his head, his eye briefly shining like gold as he shoots daggers towards him. 

It’s your touch that pulls him away from his violent plans. You place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently as you move to stand behind him. Carefully, your fingers slide down his chest, brushing over his stomach as your cheek ghosts his own; you sing right into his ear. You’re so close he can hear the vibrations in your voice and that addicting scent that’s so undeniably yours. It was sweeter tonight, maybe it was the perfume you were wearing, but it made him inhale deeply.  

Jeong-Hyun truly crumbles under your touch. All at once, any other thought simply floats away as you gently brush the tip of your nose to his cheek, stifling a chuckle as he clenches his fist on the table as if holding himself back from embracing you — he was.

That tumultuous night felt like years ago when it had only been a month. 

A month of peace and for once, dare you say stability. When his jaw clenches, the whole club can hear the smile in your voice. It’s strange how easily you can ease him down from the violence that came to him as easily as breathing — all it took was a touch, a glance, a soothing melody from your lips. Jeong-Hyun turns to face you, taking in your coy expressions head-on so brazenly.

Ha-Joon watches this exchange from the stage, his eyes following you when you decide to pull away from Jeong-Hyun and return to your spot on stage. You were truly an idiot, courting a dangerous man like Jeong-Hyun just because he’d been nice to you — Ha-Joon couldn’t hide his disdain. Humiliation filled him as he remembered the night they’d come into his home and forced him to house you like he was some sort of slave they could just push around. It didn’t help that now, Jeong-Hyun or his men would casually hang around his front door to bring you here or there. 

His neighbours — ones he made an effort to get to know now — ask him quietly if you were his ex-boyfriend, and if it was awkward for him to see his omega go out on dates with shady figures. Because that’s what it looks like for the average person, a silly petty romance plot. They had no clue how much blood stained the hands of the alpha that held onto your own.

“Ha-Joon,” the keyboardist hisses at him. He jerked his head up, noticing his fingers had stopped strumming along completely and the band was trying their hardest to cover up his mistake. You don’t glance back at him, crooning into the microphone and shrugging down the faux fur shoulder wrap to expose more of your skin.

It works easily enough. The cheers from these deplorable men drown them out, but that didn’t matter to you. You weren’t here to please them. You were here to perform for Jeong-Hyun. 

The Kim siblings had taken ownership of Beokseom’s clubs. Irking more and more mobsters who felt like their little pieces of paradise were being taken away by them — still stubbornly refusing to bow their heads, holding out the inevitable. The workers, the ones who didn’t stupidly tie loyalties to Oh Beokseom, of these establishments didn’t find the transition too rough. It didn’t matter who they worked under, as long as they kept their heads down and worked quietly, they’d do just fine. 

The ‘entertainers’ found themselves being spoiled rotten though. Seo-Yun always had a soft spot for them, guess it ran in the family. She didn’t raise a hand to them posted more security, and hired in-house doctors too. 

Jeong-Hyun was less professional in his pampering of you. As you walk into your tiny changing room, you immediately pause on the threshold when you spot a gift box on your table. The note on it simply read;

For you 

He didn’t sign off on them anymore. He didn’t need to. You smile, reaching for it to undo the delicate red ribbon. It was a bracelet, the silver links delicate but still noticeable from afar. It glimmered under the lights of your vanity, shining under your touch as you admired the details of it. The gifts he gave you had always been a bit eccentric — the knife and the dark flowers — but they’d always reflected him and his silent admiration for you. 

Things to keep you safe with, things that reminded him of your beauty, things that you could wear to satiate that possessiveness alphas had within them. You felt bad for simply giving him things like food or cheesy little poems but when he looked at you — God, when he looked at you.

It was strange, how easily he made you draw your bridge down because he didn’t tear your walls down. He could’ve done so, he could’ve scaled it and laid waste to what you so dearly protected. He had the power, the money, the scary reputation. 

But instead, he waited and waited. You set the pace, you made the first moves for affection. It was as if the monster in that hallway was just a mirage your brain was playing on you. Jeong-Hyun never stowed you away in his home, never chained you to his basement, he understood your need for independence. 

You still worried about being stalked or used but you didn’t have to. Not when Jeong-Hyun had already made sure to have more capable people keep their eyes on you, to have Ha-Joon keep him updated about your comings and goings. You would be safe, Jeong-Hyun would make sure of it. When you’re ready, when you trust him enough to be completely his, he’ll be sure you won’t have to worry anymore.

You could just live, not survive. When — not if — you were his, he’ll be sure nobody could hurt you anymore. You were his treasure, his paradise — his angel.

A knock on your door makes you lift your head. Jeong-Hyun leans on the threshold of your open door, smiling. He walks in when you turn to face him, and the small room seems to amplify his broadness. He glances at the bracelet you’re holding and then connects your gazes.

“I like it,” you tell him in a soft voice as if sharing a secret. He visibly perks up and offers his hand, palm up. “You wanna put it on me?”

Of course, he does. He didn’t have to wear a sling anymore for his shoulder, he could finally do things without being restrained by that stupid contraption. His gloved hands always send shivers down your spine, the smooth leather brushing over your bare skin never failing to make heat rise to your face. 

He drags his thumb down your arm to your wrist, his fingers curling around it as he adjusts the silver bracelet around it. 

“Tomorrow, there’ll be a food market,” he hums in acknowledgement while he clasps the lobster hook to the chain. “I’m off the entire day. Would you like to come along with me?” 

Jeong-Hyun admires your wrist for a moment then nods, signing the words for ‘work’ and ‘after’ to you that you squint your eyes at for a second. 

“After work?” you mimic his movement unsurely, Jeong-Hyun smiles and repeats it slower so you can catch it while he mouths it. 

“After work,” You repeat much more surely. You don’t know what his work entails. He could just be following Seo-Yun to meetings, or checking on their territories, or he could be stomping someone’s head open like a watermelon. 

Jeong-Hyun leans in and gently places his forehead over yours. His eyes closed as the rounded tip of his nose brushed over your cheek and the tip of your own. Your lashes tremble and he simply eclipses that horrible memory with his sweetness. You feel something inside you wavering, succumbing to his affections as you press your lips to the corner of his, giggling when you hear his sharp inhale and his grip loosening and tightening unsurely around your hand. 

Jeong-Hyun meets you at the entrance of the food market with no traces of red on him or gunpowder stuck to his gloves. Work must’ve gone smoothly then. You greet him and he reaches for your hand. When you walk together, he always puts you on his good side; not for vanity but for his comfort. Jeong-Hyun is always more alert in public when you’re by his side it ramps up. 

“Jeong-Hyun, are you hungry?” you peek up at him, wondering what he’d choose from the array of food. You’d bought him food before, even made him food once or twice when you knew he’d be watching you perform that night. But he’s never said what his favourite foods were, happily chewing on whatever with his hand politely covering his mouth as he did. 

He nodded, gently squeezing your hand as the both of you made your way deeper into the market. The stalls were bright and colourful, and the scent of the food was beginning to make Jeong-Hyun salivate. “I used to work here,” you said as you paused in front of a food stall, watching Jeong-Hyun lean forward and subtly sniff the air of the cooking broth. “Back in high school, I used to work at those noodle stalls to help with bills. I couldn’t eat noodles for months, the smell of the broth would stick to my hair and some dumbasses at school would joke that I was a walking noodle ad or something.” 

Jeong-Hyun imagined you in a high school uniform, then himself, frowned when he imagined those dumbasses who teased you and promptly wondered what he’d do to them if we were there for you. Not that he could’ve done much back when he was that age, but he could fight. That would be enough. 

He taps your shoulder, then asks if you still don’t enjoy noodles. You pout your lips forward, shrugging then make a so-so gesture. “It’s not my favourite, but I can stomach it. It’s cheap,” when the owner of the stall greets you, you momentarily turn away to return it. He focuses behind you, keeping a watchful eye as you ask her about the different types of flavours in the broth. Asking for two cups along with a few skewers of some fish cakes, a neutral food to start the date with.  

But his question reminds you to ask the same of him. “Do you have a favourite food?” Jeong-Hyun thinks about it as he takes the paper cup of fish broth and fish cake, watching as you pay for the meal. His brow twitches but you pay it no mind. He could pout all he wants, but you won’t budge about it. The shine of the bracelet on your wrist at least softens his petulant expression. 

He shrugs, pulling his mask down and taking a small bite of the fish cakes before he swiftly pulls the mask back up over his nose. He gently grabs the back of his left hand with the thumb and pointer finger of his right hand, careful not to spill the broth. Seo-Yeon had signed it before in front of you when she asked what sort of meat Jeong-Hyeon had gifted you. 

Ah, that explains that one. You didn’t expect to get a box of expensive cuts of beef being delivered to Ha-Joon’s home that one day — guess that’s why.

“Just meat?” Jeong-Hyun nods excitedly. 

“Beef? Chicken?” you chew on the fishcakes, and mumble out, “Fish?”

Jeong-Hyun just nods along, taking a moment to take another bite as you both continue to walk down. You feel a bit more confident now, already knowing which stalls to bring him to. Though eating meat would be pretty heavy, so you ask him if he likes anything sweet. You’re glad that he doesn’t mind these quiet dates, enjoying the park dates spending time with you in your changing room or that one time he simply sat in Ha-Joon’s car to send you home. That had been comical due to Ha-Joon’s flustered expression but Jeong-Hyun was delighted to be spending his time with you as he completely ignored Ha-Joon’s presence and focused on you. 

“Is the mask annoying?” You ask as you both sit down on the plastic chairs, waiting for your meal to be sent to your table. Jeong-Hyun shakes his head, placing his elbows on the table. 

Nah, I hate the stares more. Makes me….

He pauses, then continues.

ANNOYED.

You laugh at his deadpanned eyes and furrowed brows. He doesn’t ever show that his scars bothered him — despite living in a country where facial scars would completely shun you from society. Jeong-Hyun huffs, watching you scrunch up your nose as you call him silly in that fond tone. 

“Maybe next time, we can go somewhere nobody will stare.”

Your house?

“Ha-Joon-Hyung’s house,” you corrected with a snort. “But no, maybe we could spend some time at your place?” Jeong-Hyun perks up, his cheeks lifting behind the mask but you could still see him smiling despite it. 

When you finish eating the heavy meal, Jeong-Hyun and you set off to find some dessert to offset the savoury flavours. In the middle of your debate between eating bungeoppang or hotteok when you notice a familiar face in the crowd — Jeong-Hyun instantly catches onto your expression. He follows your line of sight and meets eyes with a stocky man with a toad-like face. 

“Shit,” he turns to you as you take a few steps back. The toad man yells at you, uncrossing his arms when he notices you will make a run for it. “C’mon!”

“Hey! You motherfucker!”

Jeong-Hyun wondered if you’d forgotten who he was, and what he could do but truthfully you didn’t. But you knew that if he started murdering people in the middle of a food market, you knew it’d just cause him more trouble than he needed. Plus, even with his arm free from the sling, you see how his jaw clenches when he removes his jacket. Jeong-Hyun doesn’t particularly enjoy showing his pain, you imagine when everyone wants to kill him it makes him build these walls. 

“Loan shark!” you yell at Jeong-Hyun, still holding onto his hand as you rush through the crowd, trying not to trip on your legs. “Loan sharks! These assholes!”

They’d been looking for you after you moved out, wondering where the hell had you run off to. Even if you keep paying them, you know they get satisfaction from intimidating you and wringing you dry for more money. A part of you would love to see these assholes eat dirt but Jeong-Hyun shouldn’t be hurt over this. 

You’re too focused on getting out but Jeong-Hyun is keenly aware when he’s getting closed in on. 

A few men rush in, shoving people away as they try to reach for him or you. Up ahead, there are a few others already waiting by the entrance of the market and Jeong-Hyun tugs you backwards, ignoring the gasp of shock you let out and instead slipping you into a tighter road, urging you to rush ahead with a short gruff shout. There are fewer people here, the alleyways are getting more isolated and claustrophobic. The rush of men behind you began getting filed into single lines and Jeong-Hyun skids to a stop to grab at a trash bag and flinging it towards them. They stumble over, falling on top of each other but it doesn’t slow them down. 

Someone manages to get close though and Jeong-Hyun dodges him, bringing his fists up to protect his face. A big chunk of them were still struggling to get onto their feet but he focused on the ones right in front of him, blocking them off from you as he waited for them to get close. It was a risky move but considering his shoddy depth perception, he had to be sure his hits landed.

With you being there, it’s putting him more on edge. Behind his mask, his lips were curled as he pumped out his scent of pure anger into the air, the bitter tang making his opponents snarl defensively.

Seo-Yun always scolds him for getting into fights like these. He was strong but he had his blindspots, he’s gotten lucky all this while that he hadn’t gotten stabbed anywhere ‘important’ but if he kept testing his luck —

“Jeong-Hyun!”

You were way too brave for your own good. For a second, everything slowed down and Jeong-Hyun saw you step in front of him, holding a wooden plank in your hands that you bring down onto someone’s head. They crumple, blood spurting out from the top of his head as he crashes onto the ground. You rear it backwards again as someone lunges and Jeong-Hyun kicks them square in the chest to keep them away.

He should be angry, he realises that, but seeing you like that made a thrill rush through him. He glances back at you and you tighten your grip on your newfound weapon. If you were going to fight, you might as well fight together. You wished you had your knife in the moment, at least you’d be able to swing it around and scare the loan sharks off. 

Jeong-Hyun elbows someone in the face, breaking his nose and grabbing onto the back of his jacket to spin and throw him towards the wall. You kept to his blind spots, showing your teeth as you continued to swing your weapon around. When the toad-faced man rushes into the alleyway, he doesn’t expect to see his goons clutching their bleeding heads and noses or fully passed out on the ground. He yells, grabbing them by their hair to shove them back into the fray.

You were beginning to get overwhelmed by them, snapping your teeth to deter them. The toad wrenches your wooden plank away and tries to put you into a headlock. Jeong-Hyun didn’t turn around to the sound of your pained yells — it was the pained yells of the toad man. You were biting down on his arm, elbowing and kicking your legs to get away from his grip. 

Jeong-Hyun feels heat travelling south but he ignores it and instead comes to your aid. He grabs the man’s face, nearly digging his fingers into his forehead and cheeks and using his momentum to slam him into the wall. He groans weakly as he slides down the surface but the relief is temporary when he hears the yells for backup. You grab his gloved hands and tug him away, urging him to hurry, but he’s stunned.

You’re smiling at him. You look frazzled and a bit roughed up but no bruises were visible, but you were adrenaline-fuelled. Jeong-Hyun wanted to gather you in his arms and take your breath away. But you needed to get to safety first. There aren’t a lot of shops further down this path. So while they were still distracted, Jeong-Hyun grabbed your wrist and booked it.

He could feel his breath suffocating him as he dashed down the tight corners. Behind him, the most melodic sound bubbled up. You were laughing breathlessly, your hair bouncing with every harsh step and he could see blood stain your lips. He smiles underneath his mask, refocusing on getting away safely.

He spots a blue glow on the pavement ground and notices the half-open shutter door. He skids to a stop and urges you to get inside, he glares as he hears the angry yells and rushed footsteps so he quickly slides under the shutter door. Jeong-Hyun hears the sounds of water first, then the soft gasp of wonderment from you. You’re staring into a fish tank, wiping away the sweat from your neck as you catch your breath. They’re a colourful bunch of small fishes, placed onto metal shelves with the constant noise of the water filter and disturbed water barely muffling the noise of the buzzing LED lights. 

It’s cold here, but you’re still sweating, and he can feel your warmth as he draws close. That valley of flowers had a tonal shift. His nose twitched, and he came closer, hovering over your shoulder and pulling his mask down, thinking that he must be imagining things. Your hand gently reaches over your shoulder and curls under his chin while you still face forward at the tanks. You touch so casually, completely undeterred by him looming over your shoulder.

“That one is pretty,” He looks at the ribbon-finned fish you’re pointing at. It had iridescent scales, its fins full and flared as it swam close to your finger. It hits him the moment he registers exactly why your scent was burning — it wasn’t an early symptom of fever or exhaustion — and he immediately feels the ends of his hair bristle up. 

You were in heat. 

“I think they went down here!”

You were in heat and you weren’t safe.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet and pulling you towards his chest. You panic, briefly, but accept your fate as he fumbles to open a door open and slip inside. It’s dark, the only light source coming from beneath the metal panels at the bottom of the door. It’s not a small space, as it was filled with fish tank maintenance materials and a freezer probably filled with fish foods or whatever else. But due to the volume of materials, it meant you’d be pressed closer — very close — to the alpha.

You can feel him breathing down your neck, his grip on your tightening as his pupil shrank into nothing but a dot of black against honey. He’s braced one arm on the wall, tugging you closer in a way he’d never done before and you wonder if everything was alright with him — he’d never acted so possessively before. You gasp softly when you hear a few voices echo behind the door. Jeong-Hyun’s chest rumbles, but not in those rare alpha rumbles of contentment, no. He’s going to start growling, the noise more guttural than anything you’d heard before. You try to turn in his arms which makes him snap his eyes towards you.

“Jeong-Hyun?” You whisper, willing your voice to go as soft as it could go. You squirm and this time, he reprimands you swiftly. He shoves his face to your neck and bites — not harsh enough to draw blood, barely enough pressure to even leave indents on his teeth, but the message is simple. 

Don’t fuss. 

It’s an old, rarely used, practice that mates would do. The alpha would gently reprimand their mate by letting them feel their teeth, a soft display of their power and dominance. Their mates would usually reply with a nip to their chins if they were in a more playful mood; a simple gesture of trust being shared between the couple.

‘You could hurt me with your teeth but you don’t, thank you.’

You freeze, breath hitching at the feeling of his sharp canines gently pressing themselves on your skin. You feel yourself getting aroused — there’s a reason this display isn’t seen as often anymore and why it was only shared between a mated couple, it was lewd to tease an omega’s neck. Your shoulders droop and you tilt your head the other way, so he lets your neck go and as a silent apology, he flattens his tongue to your skin.

You chew on the insides of your cheek, shivering as he continues to slowly drag his tongue on the column of your neck. Your scent was beginning to burn, the headiness causing Jeong-Hyun to loosen his grip around your waist so you wouldn’t feel his cock beginning to create a noticeable bulge in his pants. You don’t need to press up against it to know how turned-on he already is. You didn’t even care at the moment, all you could feel was how hard you were. 

Jeong-Hyun feels you curling over and he quickly wraps both his arms around you, eyes widening in shock as you shiver and shake. You have your hands over your mouth, muffling your pants as a rush of warmth just washes over you.

This cannot be happening, you curse inwardly as you glare at the storeroom’s floor. Out of all days, for your heat to come, it had to be the day you were trying to run away from loan sharks and in the fucking storeroom of an aquatic pet shop. Your stomach twists uncomfortably, feeling too vulnerable, and exhaustion hits you all at once. Jeong-Hyun gently tries to press your back to his chest, worrying over you while the shadows under the door shift and sway.��

“Shit, did we lose them?”  “Maybe they went further up? 

Someone leans on the door harshly and Jeong-Hyun carefully reaches forward to hold the door knob in place, his other hand cupping over your nose and mouth.

“This door is locked,” someone grunted and your heart rate picked up as he tried to jangle the doorknob open. “Are you hiding in there? You cheap slut, you think just because you got a boyfriend that you can disappear? You know how much money your spineless bitch of a father owes us, if you can’t pay it then we’re gonna turn you into —- “

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” an old man yelled out. The door knob stopped moving and the both of you held your breath. “I already called the police! You’re trying to rob me, right!? The police are on their way! You bastards!”

Never in a million years would Jeong-Hyun be relieved that someone had called the police. The loan sharks yell back, trying to intimidate the old man but soon the sound of the old man’s angry yells and thudding quickly drove them out.

“These damn gangsters, always causing me trouble! I’m old already! I should be relaxing by the ocean, keeping my blood pressure down but these sons of bitches want to rob my store —” He kept rambling on and on as he hobbled away.

Jeong-Hyun can finally breathe, turning his attention towards you. He needs to get you somewhere safe as quickly as he can, you’re already too warm for his liking and when he removes his hand from your mouth, his heart clenches at the whine you let out. You’re trembling a bit, panting as you fight through the haze of your heat.

“Jeong-Hyun,” you mumble softly. “Jeong-Hyun…”

“Mm-mm” he has to focus on slipping his phone out, calling a number and quickly hanging up when the first ring went through. You’ll be okay, he wants to tell you as he nosed at the top of your head and held you close. 

You lean into him, stretching your neck out to brush your lips against his jaw and Jeong-Hyun’s grip felt bruising even over your clothes. You whine softly, facing him and looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. You’d always wondered how he’d be during intimate activities — would he be ruthless or would be gentle? Your curiosity is piqued and your self-restraint is beginning to fray.

You press a kiss over his cheek, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck as your chests press together. You could feel his hard-on, his firm body, his tense shoulders — his scent causing your head to spin the closer you get. 

Bergamot and leather, a hint of freshness accompanying that intoxicating mix. 

You pull his mask down, wanting — no needing to feel his bare skin. He watches you closely, his cheeks dusted with pink as you lean in and press your lips against his. You weren’t usually like this. Your heats were more annoying than they were arousing, even with previous partners. With the uncomfortable aches all over and the fogginess that can take over your brain, it was a complete nuisance. Especially when you couldn’t afford to take a week off of work.

But with Jeong-Hyun, there was this unbearable urge. A raging fire under your skin that only he could satisfy — your omega had been singing praises for him for a month now. His sweet personality, his courting gifts, his gentle touches. Even his violence excited you in a way that frightened you. Jeong-Hyun was a strong, capable, mate and you were tired of denying it. 

He’s frozen at the act, eyes widening while you kiss him. The feeling of his exposed teeth didn’t deter you, you simply hummed and brushed your teeth on his lower lip. Jeong-Hyun doesn’t know what to do — he’s never had someone kiss him. He tries to mimic your movements, tilting his head the opposite way and when you moan softly Jeong-Hyun’s head floats away.

He pins you against the wall, covering the back of your head to lessen the impact, and kisses you like he’s been starved for days. He has no real coordination, his teeth are sharp and his actions clumsy, but there’s this hunger simmering within him. His wanton needs to have you as he steals your breath away.

You thread your fingers through his hair, whispering his name as his leg comes to rest between your legs. The brief friction made you groan, pulling away to breathe which Jeong-Hyun decided it’s too much distance — he chases after you and claims your lips once again.

He needed you. Here and now. He needed to claim you, mark you, fuck you. Jeong-Hyun can’t risk anyone else seeing you and taking you away from him. No, they’re not allowed. He’ll rip their fucking throats out if they tried to. You gasp, tasting him on your tongue as he braces his arms next to your head. 

His phone buzzes against his thigh. Jeong-Hyun flinches, pulling away to hang up the call, but then he sees that your eyes are dazed; your lips red and bitten, and as you breathe, you take in these stuttering inhales. Your scent was beginning to fill this room and the sounds of the freezer, water filters, and LED lights, rushed to him.

This was far too exposing. 

He picks up the call and strokes your neck to soothe you while you reach for the front of his shirt and try to pull him in again.

“We’re right in front of the pet shop, boss. The coast is clear. Should we head in?”

Jeong-Hyun grunts harshly — his way of saying ‘no’ — and then hangs up. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips as he runs his hands down your back, waist, hips, and ass, then finally catches the back of your knees and effortlessly lifts you in his arms. 

You said you wanted to see his home, so he’s bringing you home.

The car ride is quiet, Jeong-Hyun had you on his lap, gently rubbing your back as you tried to keep your hands to yourself. His drivers were semi-familiar to you. The man driving usually accompanies the siblings, his signature black sunglasses and slicked-back hair hovering close by. The other one, with his spiked-up hair and a cocky grin, is also a familiar presence. Which should be comforting, but at the moment, it’s extremely awkward considering they were all alphas and you were in the throes of your heat. 

Jeong-Hyun pressed kisses to your cheek and temple, brushing your hair away from your face while the A/C was blasting cold air through the backseats. It was helping you cool down, but you wanted nothing more than the comfort of soft bedding and four walls. But thanks to the peaceful albeit awkward car ride, you manage to get your bearings enough. 

“You don’t have to take care of me,” Jeong-Hyun’s expression twists indignantly in confusion. He said everything without opening his mouth and you let out a weak chuckle. “I’m just saying.”

Jeong-Hyun moves his head from left to right, his lower lip pushed forward as he peers up at you. You laugh softly, cupping his face and brushing your thumb over his cheek while you press your forehead to his. At times he truly resembled a puppy or a dog who was unaware of their size and strength. 

Leaning forward, you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Breathing in his comforting scent, while the car continues its incline to Jeong-Hyun’s home. 

Jeong-Hyun thanks his men wordlessly while you lean against him, waving goodbye at them —- they tentatively return it before they drive away. Jeong-Hyun’s house has a huge yard, most likely tended to by a gardener rather than Jeong-Hyun judging by the neatly trimmed flower bushes. His home was tucked up and further away from his neighbours and it doesn’t take long to know why. 

The second he opens the door, Hwan is racing and barking excitedly. Behind him was a pack of other dogs in varying sizes. They all had their tails wagging furiously, barking and yipping as they weaved through your legs and sniffed you invasively. Jeong-Hyun chuckles, playfully shoving them away with his hands so you can walk. You count that there were 7 dogs, including Hwan, and coo as they smiled up at you. 

“You like dogs, huh?” Jeong-Hyun placed his mask on the shoe cabinet and kicked his shoes off, which distracted the dogs enough that they crowded him instead. Hwan stayed by your side, silently begging for pets as he leaned against your leg.

Jeong-Hyun makes a so-so gesture, grinning lopsidedly. He takes off his gloves, placing them next to his mask. Jeong-Hyun’s hands were scarred, but still intact. You wonder if his entire body was covered in scars, the thought makes you gasp softly.

“Shit, we should check if you’ve got any wounds. Do you have a first aid kit?”

Jeong-Hyun knew his sister had stocked up his home with first-aid kits in every bathroom. He guides you to his bedroom, taking off his jacket and folding it over his arm. Every time he’s shrugged that leather jacket off, his broad shoulders and figure calls for you to appreciate the work he’s put into himself. The black long-sleeved shirt he’s wearing isn’t torn or cut, thankfully, but you’re worried about the darker patches near his shoulder. 

His bedroom layout was odd for a modern home. Instead of having the bed be in the centre, it was pushed right into the darkest corner, with his sheets messily strewn across it. The dark wooden floors were covered by rugs on rugs, like a Persian tent. There was a door leading to a walk-in closet which was much more neat and filled compared to his bare bedroom — other than his bed, there was a nightstand with its drawers overloaded with the most random things. 

An interesting bedroom for an interesting man you suppose. 

Jeong-Hyun tells you to sit on his bed while he walks towards his bathroom. You nearly sink into the mattress and duvet, catching yourself by grabbing the edge of his bed. His bedding was prime nesting material, you wonder if it was his nest. Alphas aren’t known for making nests but it’s not unheard of. His was less constructed but there was an unmistakable wide C-shaped mound of pillows in the corner of the wall and you couldn’t resist it — your instincts were seeking comfort and what better comfort than a nest? 

Jeong-Hyun’s heart stutters seeing you laid on your side, bringing his pillows to your face and chest. You weren’t brazenly sat in the centre of his nest, being respectful as you linger on the edges but the look of contentment on your face has him gripping onto his first-aid kit with more force than necessary.

Your shirt was riding up your stomach and he frowns as he takes note of the bruised skin. He sits by your legs, lashes trembling as he reaches for your shirt. He pauses and looks up at you, inhaling sharply when he sees the way you’re looking at him. 

Those heavy-lidded eyes, watching him closely as you nuzzle into his pillows. The scent of your heat wasn’t helping him at all, he gulped thickly and you laughed softly, hiding your face while your hand reached down to pull your shirt up.

Jeong-Hyun’s hands are rough. His knuckles and finger pads were calloused and scarred. You can’t imagine how much pain he’d been in and how strong he truly was to withstand everything and still stand fearlessly against people who wanted him dead. Doing everything he could to survive, to make it through the next day. He should be cruel, and to his enemies, you know he is, but he’s so gentle with you. Jeong-Hyun’s glad you have nothing more than bruising and some scrapes, no stitches are required. 

The bed creaks under his weight as he hovers above you, nosing the top of your head to coax you to look at him once again. 

Take off your shirt.

You nod, sitting up and pulling your top off. He’s attentive as he checks your arms and back. His hands were so big, spread over your back as he makes sure he hadn’t missed a thing and you feel so warm and so fucking horny. 

The silence wasn’t helping the tension, so you ask him to take his shirt off too.

“I wanna make sure you’re not hurt.”

Jeong-Hyun’s body was impressive, toned and built for necessity rather than vanity. He had a myriad of scars, ranging from what looked like gunshot wounds to knife slashes. The ones on his arms were brutal — it looked as though someone had pulled his skin off in chunks, with no rhythm or rhyme. Your hands aren’t baby skin soft, he could feel the callouses on them from your arduous labours. You feel the bumps and raised scars on his shoulder and arms, sensing a strange pattern on his upper arm and tracing it for a second.

Dog bites. His arms were covered in dog bites. The torn-off skin and messily stitched wounds, the discoloured reddish patches on him — all dog bites. You can’t hide the shock on your face and Jeong-Hyun just smiles.

Jeong-Hyun cups your face, his grin soft and warm, as he brushes his thumb over your cheek. 

I’m fine.

He then turns his back to you and you focus on the scar on his shoulder that had reopened. It was just a surface wound now, but you’re diligent as you clean it. 

“This might sting,” you tell him and Jeong-Hyun pretends to flinch in pain which makes you stutter out apologies only to pause when you hear him laugh. The scar across his neck didn’t deter him from making such a sweet sound as his shoulders jerked up and down at your bewildered expression. It was a bit strained but it was Jeong-Hyun — that scratchy baritone that would squeak at some points as he smiled widely at you. 

“That’s not funny,” you mutter as you go back to cleaning his shoulder. Trying very hard to ignore how drenched you were. He hums, amused. As if saying ‘yes it was’ in his own way. 

You place a square bandaid over his now-cleaned scar and hope it can finally have time to heal before he gets into more trouble. You can tell he’s aware of every touch and caress, his muscles twitching and his ear moving whenever he clenches his jaw. You hook your chin over his shoulder and he turns his head to face you. He had his fingers clenched into fists on his lap as some form of self-restraint. You trace his arms, forcing him to spread his fingers as you press your thumbs soothingly down the crescent shapes on his palms. 

He was so hard. The tent in his pants practically begging for you to help. Jeong-Hyun grabs onto your wrist when you reach for his zipper, eyes widening in alarm. 

“Am I going too fast?” You whisper, blinking in confusion. Jeong-Hyun looks away, scratching the back of his neck for a moment then tells you;

I’ve never… he pauses as he tries to find the words. I’ve never…

He makes a circle with his thumb and pointer finger, then uses his right hand to shove a digit through it. 

“Wait, you’ve never had sex before?” he wonders why that catches you so off-guard. 

No. Have you?

“Well, yeah,” you admitted. He frowns though it looks more like a petulant pout than anything. Despite your shock, you can’t deny how excited you were about this fact, which disgusts you for a moment — you felt like those alphas who preached about wanting a ‘pure’ omega as their mate despite not being a virgin themselves. But your omega was practically purring in delight at this newfound information. You’d be his first time and something about that made you childishly giddy and incredibly horny. 

Jeong-Hyun feels a bit anxious now. He had an invisible competition with assholes you’d slept with — he could break someone's arm over his knee with no issue but sex wasn’t something he had ever been interested in. His experience was zero and the only reference he had was whenever he caught Minjeon — the guy with the spiky hair and cocky smirk who was in the car earlier — watching porn on his phone in the car. 

He knows how it happens but not how to do it. Don’t get him wrong, he wants to do it with you but now he has to make sure he erases every other trace of those lame bitches from you. 

“Hey, it’s okay.”

You muse out, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I can teach you.”

Jeong-Hyun is still frowning — pouting — but when you reach for the front of his jeans, he doesn’t grab at you. You gasp softly when you pull his dick out, watching it twitch in the air with pre already beading on his blushing tip. It was thick and heavy, and you blushed furiously as you thought of it going inside of you. 

You kiss his jaw, naked chest still pressed to his naked back and he shivers as he feels you slowly trace your lips to his neck just as you stroke his dick. His neck was a part of him he protected fiercely, you still remember how tight his grip on your hand was the first night you met, so you make sure to watch for any signs of discomfort as you kiss it. He pants softly, shivering every time he feels you grip his tip and your sweet kisses — Jeong-Hyun had never felt pleasure like this before and that was evident from how fast his heart was beating. 

You trace a vein on his neck with your tongue and it has him gasping. Jeong-Hyun turns his head, nearly knocking his nose to yours and claims your lips. You struggle not to smile as you kiss him, still pumping his dick in your hands until he turns to climb on top of you.

You have him on his back, sitting comfortably on his lap while you grip his jaw. Your eyes are half-open while you watch him furrow his brows, desperate noises escaping him while your tongues tangle together. While he held onto you it was clear who was leading this dance and how willing the other participant was. He can feel how wet you are, the smooth glide of your cunt on his cock was making him drool. You licked it up from his chin, moaning his name softly while your dick bumps into his. 

“Mn!” Jeong-Hyun tosses his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he grounds your hips down. You nose at his neck and he only gives a low growl as a response but makes no move to stop you; it fills you with a smugness you didn’t even think you could have. You guide his hands to your ass and groan when he immediately spreads you apart, the tip of his fingers brushing against your slit.

“You can put one finger in, Jeong-Hyun” You perk your ass out, smiling down at him. He licks his lips and does just that, sliding one digit in and instantly his pupil blows out like he’s on some drug. Your slick made the most obscene noises and your insides were warm, and inviting — it was like heaven. Jeong-Hyun surges up onto his elbow whilst he presses into you deeper. You chew on your lip, placing your hands on his shoulder while he mouths at your nipples. 

“Ah, ah, easy, not so rough,” You laugh breathlessly as he slows down his curious thrusting. At least he didn’t have long nails, that would’ve been much more painful. “Curl your finger a bit, take it slow, jagiya” 

Jeong-Hyun takes your nipple between his teeth and does as he’s told. You shiver in his arms, jaw falling open as he presses onto the spongy spot that sends such pleasant sensations up your spine. God, you were a vision. This raw, vulnerable, side of you. No stage light, makeup, or fancy outfits needed — though he still loved seeing you like that. 

An angel just for him. That valley on the mountain. Here it was, on his lap. His paradise. 

Just for him. All of you. Just for him.

You murmur to his temple that he could add another finger and he’s reminded of the fact that others had seen this before. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but he’s not angry at you — why would he be? You were kind and sweet, stubborn, and fearless. Those others, those sly bitches, didn’t deserve you but went ahead and placed their marks on you either way. 

Jeong-Hyun relishes in the noise you make as he pumps into you, leaving open-mouthed kisses on you while he keeps his eyes trained on your face. It didn’t matter how many others had seen you like this, you’re his now. If anyone tried to take you away from him or try to touch him — he’d crush them. He’d kill your past lovers for even mentioning you like this, he wouldn’t feel guilt for it. If they slighted you — if anyone did you wrong he’d rip them apart. Those loan sharks would regret saying those things about you, chasing you down, harassing you and trying to lay their hands on you. 

He’ll cut off their hands for you, their tongues. He’d put them in a box and hand it to you to admire. 

Jeong-Hyun slips another finger inside and you make a pitched moan, sloping your brows in bliss as you praise him in that sultry whispering tone.

He wanted to make you sing. 

The alpha is careful as he pulls out, switching the positions so you’re now on your back and settled in his nest. Right where you belong. Surrounded by plushness and comfort that he can provide for you with that blissed expression. Jeong-Hyun pants, brushing his bangs back while you slither your legs loosely around his hips. 

What better thank you than sex? 

You weren’t that vain to think you were some sort of expert but you were determined to make his first time good. Great even. You grimace for a moment, curling an arm around your stomach as your body reminds you to pick up the pace. Penetration wasn’t a necessity for omegas in heat but rubbing one out always eased the random aches and cramps. Something about hormones or whatever it is that you can’t be bothered to remember at the moment.

Jeong-Hyun’s hands were much better than what you’d imagined. He thumbs at your hard cocklet, rubbing it as he slid his cock up and down between your legs. He’s so good for you. Patient, pliant, so eager for it. 

Your scent sweetens in the air and Jeong-Hyun’s sharp nose catches it instantly. He gives you that look again — those puppy eyes that never fail to make you sway to his whims. But there’s a sharpness to it this time. A raw hunger that glints in his eye like a knife. 

You reach between your legs and stroke his cock, never breaking eye contact as you guide his cockhead to your hole. Condoms, a voice whispers urgently in your mind, you can’t risk doing it raw, you need condoms, it says. 

If you ended up pregnant, money wouldn’t exactly be an issue. Wouldn’t it? Regardless if you want to abort it or keep it. Jeong-Hyun made enough to cover the costs for both — both? Were you entertaining the idea of getting knocked up with a mobster's baby?

Impatience gnaws at you, so you shake your thoughts free of these concerns. That’d be for future you to worry about.

“Push it in,” you whisper to him and Jeong-Hyun, ever so obedient, does as he’s told. 

Taking him in makes your head spin. His girth splits you open with every inch, the pleasurable veins on his dick making you lose your breath as he wraps an arm around your back and just keeps his eyes on you as you arch your back.

“Oh, o-oh fuck, Jeong-Hyun.”

He’s barely halfway in and you’re already clenched up around him like a vice. He hisses, glancing down at where you were connected and he wished he could take a picture of this. Of you taking his dick inside of you. You were opening up to him, squeezing around him like you never wanted to let him go. His omega, his mate, his and only his. 

An itch settles into his gums, Not for violence this time, but instead, for you. It scares him — he doesn’t want to hurt you. But this was different, he didn’t just want, he found himself needing.

That misshapen blob he calls his hopes and dreams now had a shape and it was you. 

You belatedly kissed him back as he carefully pushed more of himself inside, swallowing every gasp and moan as he pushed and pushed and pushed — the pressure makes your toes curl. You grasp onto his back, being mindful of his wounds but Jeong-Hyun bucks his hips and you mewl when you dig your nails into his back. Scar tissue is always more sensitive but Jeong-Hyun finds that pain turning him on more than it hurts because you could never hurt him, not in any way he’d dislike. He groans deeply as he finally sheathes himself fully. 

Holy fuck. 

Jeong-Hyun had never felt something as good as this before. No drug can compare to the feeling of your boypussy wrapped around him, clenching and unclenching as you desperately try to catch your breath. He brushes your bangs back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he waits for you to tell him to fuck you. He could just do it himself, his instincts were screaming at him to do just that but he’d rather hear you tell him to do it. 

Jeong-Hyun wanted to hear your voice again. To show you how happy he is you trusted him to do this for you. You whimper, fluttering your eyes open to see Jeong-Hyun looking down at you with nothing but pure adoration. 

“Please,” he feels you dig your nails in again.

“Please, fuck me, Jeong-Hyun.”

The alpha — your alpha — complies. He braces himself on his hands and moves his hips. The first thrust has you locking your ankles behind him and he grins loosely at your wanton noises. Every movement he makes is purely for your pleasure. Jeong-Hyun’s cock speared inside of you again and again with quick and deep thrusts at first — as if he was reluctant about pulling out completely. 

But once he got the hang of it, he was merciless. You knew he was strong, you’d seen him slaughter men like they were nothing more than insects, but you still screamed for him as if you were surprised. 

He snapped his hips up into you, moaning and groaning as he paused to grind in. The fullness and friction made you squirm, hands dropping onto the bed to cover your mouth. 

He shakes his head, pausing just so he can tenderly pin your hands next to your head. He threads his fingers through yours and you feel yourself blushing at the gesture. 

“O-okay, okay,” you chuckle out. “M’sorry, you’re just — you’re in so fuckin’ deep, Jeong-Hyun, it feels so good.”

He tosses his head to the side, raising his brows in an ‘oh yeah?’ movement that makes you laugh a little. 

“You’re so big, jagiya. Fuck, you’re making me feel every inch, huh?”

Jeong-Hyun doesn’t refute this statement but he takes the praise in stride. He resumes his movements, his back stinging lightly from your marks and with how you’re gripped onto his hand his hips stutter at the thought of you leaving your nail marks there too. 

Mark him, claw at him, bite him — do anything you wanted as long as it left a mark on him, that was all Jeong-Hyun wanted. To be covered in you, by you, in any way he could think. 

You turn your head, biting down on the pillows beneath you, and Jeong-Hyun zeroes in on your neck. Your scent is strong there and he finally pinpoints why his gums were itching for you — he needed to mark you. Here and now. To claim you as his, to keep scarring your scent gland over and over every time it healed so people would know you were his. 

Ah, he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t take advantage of you while you were in heat, right? 

You’d get mad at him, maybe? 

Or would you be happy? 

It wouldn’t matter much in the end, right? You belonged to him now and forever. 

Jeong-Hyun drops onto his elbows, feeling a tightness in his stomach as he struggles to compose himself. He breathes over your neck, brushing his teeth over your pulse which makes you turn to face him, smoothly hiding your neck from view as you whine.

“Jeong-Hyun, I’m guh-gonna’ — I’m cummin’, shit, I’m cumming”

Another time then. He nods, kissing you once more as he feels his orgasm drawing near. Every thrust is knocking out those whorish noises from you and Jeong-Hyun can’t, won’t, cum if you don’t. He reaches down to rub at your dick and your entire body tenses up, your jaw opening in a silent scream as you clamp down on him like a vice. He growls, feeling your walls spasming around him and shortly after he cums inside of you. 

The warmth that flooded you made your eyes roll back, groaning out his name as you felt him fill you up. Jeong-Hyun has his forehead pressed onto yours, eyes closed as he grunts and bucks his hips.

“Fuh — fuck…fuck” you whisper. Jeong-Hyun catches his bearings but doesn’t pull out. He can’t wait to fuck you when his rut comes, to knot you so his cum wouldn’t leak out of you. You’re limp in his arms when he lifts you to lay on your side, chuckling when you simply curl close to his chest. 

He tucks your head under his chin, rubbing the back of your thighs and ass as you ease back down from that high. You flutter your eyes close, melting under his touch as the raging fire under your skin is temporarily quelled by Jeong-Hyun. 

His arms, his hold really, felt like a protective shield. Nothing could hurt you in this moment, absolutely nothing. If they tried, Jeong-Hyun would deal with them easily enough and that thought no longer scares you. Jeong-Hyun had told you that he’d keep you safe and he’d kept true to his promise. 

You peek your eyes open, staring at the scar on his chest and tracing over it gingerly. 

“I think I love you.”

Jeong-Hyun freezes, his eyes widening before his chest begins to rumble in a soothing purr. You giggle, hiding your face further into his neck but his purrs simply get louder. His reply was clear.

I love you too.

[the-kipsabian]

[osachiyo]

" LEMME HIT YOU WITH THAT DUMB DICK ! "

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, jouno (+ tecchou), oda, sigma x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — [n]sfw content, somnophilia, these are random scenarios ok don't come at me, degradation, humiliation, doggystyle, rough, getting caught, pussy slapping, s.ex at work, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected s.ex (be careful babes), praise, creampie + etc • this was originally supposed to be their fav places to fuck but i had to scrap that bc i lost motivation :') anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread soz babes

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⁰¹ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — fucking you in a storage room of the agency

This man is a sex fiend, so of course he would love to fuck you literally anywhere anytime. Though he can't lie, being balls deep in your juicy little cunt at work — risking both of your dignities and possibly your jobs has him harder than a fucking rock.

"Osamu— what if we g-get caugh— mmh-!" you let out a muffled moan as dazai delivered a particularly harsh thrust into your cunt, effectively shutting you up. "Relaaaax, sweet thing — almost no one c-comes here — fuck, you're so damn tight," Dazai panted into your ear, hot breath making a chill run down your spine — back arching even further against his chest.

"God, you're so good f'me — so warm 'n right, fuck!" each word was rushed, dripping with lust — the desperation in his voice made you wanna look at his pretty face, pussy clenching just from imagining how good he'd look with his hair disheveled — his usual doe eyes narrowed and a deep blush covering his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead and making his hair stick to his forehead —

Your train of thought got cut off abruptly when Dazai slapped his hand over your mouth, before his hushed voice reached your ears, "shh, stay still f'me, sweetheart."

You were about to question it when you heard the president's voice from just behind the door. The door of the room you were currently getting your back blown out in.

"Yes, I keep hearing strange noises from this one room in particular," you heard fukuzawa's muffled voice — the thought of your boss catching you in the act made your pussy flutter around Dazai’s length, making the brunette grunt in response.

"Are you trying to get us caught, darl'?" Dazai hissed into your ear — oops, you unintentionally clenched down again upon hearing the keys jingle from the other side of the door. Luckily Dazai was ready for it this time, and managed to bite down on your shoulder before he could get a sound out.

"W-what do we do, 'samu? He’s gonna come in!" you whisper-yelled, panic settling in your bones when you saw the doorknob rattle — but before he could unlock the door fully, you heard the high pitched voice of another worker, "president! an important client has come to personally see you."

"Hm, alright. looks like i'll have to tell someone else to take a look in this room later. Let’s go,"

You let out a breath of relief once the footsteps faded away, leaving you both in complete silence until dazai decided to speak up —

"You clenched reaaal hard when he was about to open the door — don't tell me you actually wanted us to get caught, did you, naughty girl?"

⁰² 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 — having you suck him off in his office

Chuuya's job as an executive of the mafia is stressful, to say the least. Not to mention some of the idiotic workers not doing their job right never fails to make his blood pressure go especially high — his anger issues doesn't help his case at all. But what does help is his sweet sweet girlfriend giving him some... 'under the table service' at work.

Chuuya's fist slammed against the hardwood desk, a loud 'thwack!' echoing in the room,

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" he sneered at the poor man in front of him — who couldn't help but flinch at seeing his boss so angry at him failing to complete a simple report.

Truth be told, Chuuya wasn’t really that mad at the worker, for the report at least — he was just.. super on edge from you deep-throating his cock under the goddamn table. He struggled to think properly, and the poor worker interrupting his private moment with you really ticked him off. Can you really blame him though?

How could he think straight with your skilled tongue swirling around his glossy tip so sinfully — fucking tease. Oh and the way you peered up at him through lowered lashes, your eyes glazed with a dreamy haze.

It all made his head spin like crazy.

“-ir, I can re-do it if you would like me to..” Chuuya’s train of thought unfortunate got cut off short, blue eyes snapping back to the man before him — right, the report.

“A-ahem — alright. Have it finished by 6 pm.”

Chuuya hated the way his voice cracked, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands as he tried not to moan out loud when you fully took him nose deep in that right, sweet little throat— shamelessly rutting your hips into his crazy expensive slacks, rubbing your juices all over the smooth, polished material.

You felt Chuuya’s fingers entangle themselves in your hair immediately after hearing the ‘click’ of the door shutting — the guy must’ve finally left.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you were pulled up from the cold, hard floor — and being shoved onto the desk instead.

You felt your pussy throb in your lacy panties as Chuuya spread your legs open — two fingers pressing and prodding at your cunt before sliding the flimsy material to the side,

“Now, let’s get into the real fun, shall we darl’?”

⁰³ 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎 — teaching tecchou how to eat you out properly

Jouno was a good friend. Even though he might've had a tendency to be a little harsh and.. sadistic at times, he wasn't a bad person. I mean, he had to be atleast a decent person for teaching his inexperienced co-worker how to eat pussy — specifically, his own girlfriend's.

"No, not like that you fucking idiot —" Jouno grumbled, pulling Tecchou's head off of your cunt as he blinked in confusion like a lost puppy, sticky strings of your arousal still attached to his lips. "What do you mean? She's clearly enjoying it.."

"I mean that you can do better. You do want to make her feel fuckin' amazing, don't you?" Jouno raised a questioning brow. "Well, of cour—" "Then start acting like it."

A gasp left your honeyed lips when Tecchou's face was pushed back against your cunt — hot tongue working with even more fervor as he ate you out like he had been starving for days.

"Oh fuck — feels so g-good, sai," you whimpered out — head thrown back and your tongue threatening to loll out from the sheer pleasure the man between your legs was giving you. "Yeah, baby? Feels good when Tecchou eats that sweet cunt out reaaaaal good, huh?" Jouno's tone was condescending — his lips curled up into a cocky smirk.

“Y’smell so sweet - taste so sweet -” Tecchou's voice was low and dripping with need — your pussy throbbed from just how desperate he sounded.

"A-ah shit - can feel you throbbin' on my tongue, princess —" he groaned, tongue flattening against your clit as he shook his head side to side.

You babbled out Jouno’s name like a prayer — all while the man between your legs worshipped your cunt like it was his god, pink tongue repeatedly flicking your clit, making you see stars as your hole stretched around two of his slim fingers.

“Please — wanna c-cum s’ba- mmh!- ,” you let out a strangled noise as a harsh slap landed on your soaked pussy, clit throbbing as you threw your head back once more. “Fuckin’ slut, so damn eager to cum on another man’s tongue in front of your boyfriend, hmm?”

“Don’t — ah fuck, squeezin’ so tight ‘round my fingers, baby - don’t be so mean, Jouno,” Tecchou threw a side glare to the man next to him, which only earned a shrug from said man, “quit talking and enjoy the meal, dumbass. She’s close.”

And enjoy the meal he did — lapping up every single drop of your sweet juices so enthusiastically you’d think that he hadn’t eaten in days.

⁰⁴ 𝐎𝐃𝐀 — morning sex with him

Mornings with your husband, Oda Sakunosuke, were sweet, blissful and filled with love. Sometimes he'd surprise you with breakfast in bed, it's the least he can do considering everything that you do for him, is what he says. But sometimes — you crave him instead of the delicious food.

“My pretty girl,” Oda smiled sleepily, moving some of your hair out of your face to admire your effortless beauty — blissfully unaware to how his deep morning voice made your heart flutter in your chest, and your pussy throb with need.

You grinned back, scooting closer into his arms as you gazed into his deep brown eyes, “pretty enough to fuck?”

Oda raised a questioning eyebrow, full lips curling into a grin, "oh? that's the game we're playing, love?" Strong arms wrapped around your bare figure, the marks of last night still fresh on your skin — a reminder to how he fucked you dumb on his cock only a few hours prior.

You felt your face burn from the memories of last night rushing back into you — god, you two were insatiable - you're sure Oda fucked you in every single position in the book, and it did nothing but make you crave him more.

"Still with me, darling?" he lightly tapped your cheek, snapping you back to the present. You nodded, a gasp falling from your lips as big, calloused hands found themselves groping at your tits, pinching at your cute nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck — his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.

"O-oda—"

"shhh, baby — lemme do all the work, yeah?"

And that's how you ended up with your face pressed into the pillows — silken bedsheets tangled around your bodies as Oda fucked his fat girth into your sopping cunt nice 'n deep.

A large hand was pressing your back into the meanest arch ever — strong hips slamming against the fat of your plush ass with each deep thrust, thick mushroom tip prodding at your g-spot - making you bleat out your husband's name pitifully. Oda only pushed your head deeper into the soft pillows — clearly too lost in the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him.

He watched his cock slipped in and out of your pussy so easily — your slick covering his balls down to his thighs. Oda groaned deeply in his throat as he watched a creamy ring form around the base of his cock — your cunt sucking him in so eagerly that he almost thought it hurt for you to let him go.

You let out a particularly loud moan as Oda's cock hit that one spot in you — you could only bite down on the pillow as your eyes shut closed, pussy slobbering shamelessly all over his length.

"Oh? Did you like— argh! - t-that spot, sweet girl?"

⁰⁵ 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 — fucking you in your sleep

Sigma was a busy man — with running the sky casino and being part of the decay of angels didn't leave too much alone time with just him and you — especially for some.. intimacy. You knew he needed to relieve himself someway — all that workload while being pent up as fuck certainly wasn't good for him. Plus, you have been craving him as well.. so you came up with an easy solution.

The door to your shared bedroom clicked open — your beloved boyfriend, Sigma, letting himself in as his eyes racked over the entire room, searching for anything out of the ordinary — you did tell him that you had a surprise for him, after all.

Upon finding nothing, he stalked over to the bed, confusion lacing his features as he glanced over at your sleeping form. Slender hands slowly slipped the soft blanket off of you and oh —

It all clicked suddenly.

The lavender coloured lace suited your complexion so perfectly, the expensive material hugging your features like it was made for you. Sigma gulped, eyes fixating on the way your tits were practically spilling out of the flimsy fabric — your stiff nipples very much visible to his hungry gaze.

It wasn't long before he had his face buried between your plush thighs — Sigma was so desperate, not even bothering to take the lingerie off your body. Besides, why would he when you just looked way too good in it?

He was practically eating you out through the thin lace — nose bumping against your clothed clit as his tongue tried to push deeper into your cunt. You had him in a chokehold — but he couldn't care less.

Sigma's slim hips were rutting into the expensive sheets — precum leaking from his sensitive tip as he tried his best not to cum untouched just from tasting your sweet pussy, but fuck, you were making it so hard for him.

He felt his cock throb in his pants when you started letting out soft moans and sighs in your sleep — or were you even asleep anymore? He didn't know and neither did he care — mind too focused on making you cum on his pretty face.

"ohh s-shit — best surprise - sluurrp - e-ever—" he whined into your cunt, spitting directly into your sticky hole before slurping it all back up.

Safe to say, he definitely enjoyed your little surprise.

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[sirxlla]

You Randomly Get Kidnapped but You Can Handle Yourself (Batboys)

(Requested by @nesting-dreams ily sm thank you for all the ideas/prompts xxx)

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Dick: He was never one to have or tell you what you could and couldn't do. For you, you wanted to work a job like a regular person even though he said he would financially support you. You didn't want to feel like you were mooching off of him.

So as unfortunate as it was you were trying to get in your vehicle after working a really long shift at the hospital while on the phone with Dick, a man came up behind you and they were very swiftly beaten with a metal waterbottle.

Dick was obviously very worried cause of what he heard and he was already patroling the area which meant he very swiftly came to you. You were sat ontop of the man, his arms pinned under your knees as you brutally smacked him over and over with a waterbottle.

"You wanna kidnap people in the middle of the night, You Little Shit?!" You were yelling.

Nightwing had to pull you off of the man noticing the damage you did, it took everything for Dick not to laugh at this man. He got beat up by a tired nurse with a fuckin waterbottle, needless to say he was proud and the man was swiftly arrested. The pair of you went home to have a well deserved nap.

Jason: Being the man he is he decided that it was a fantastic idea to give you a very strong tazer for your birthday because he thought you might need it and you really wanted one.

"I hope someone would, I'll taze their dick off!" You waved the uncharged tazer around very happy about the gift.

"You'll taze their dick off?" He laughed as he appreciated your enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, when you hope for something bad to happen it usually brings bad things around, you we're trying to get into the apartment with Jason was on the other side which of course the dumb ass trying to kidnap you didn't realize that.

By the time Jason get out there you were very clearly tasing this mother fucker in the balls. The man was groaning in very obvious pain, a shot of electricity to the family jewels didn't feel very good.

"You wanna go again, Asshole? You want me to taze you in the mouth, I'm sure that shit hurts just as much."

"I think you got him, Babygirl." He was smiling with full pride. He knew you would never use the taser without knowing 100% that you could do it without getting hurt and you very successfully did.

The man was left there and Jason brought you back inside, put your tazer back on the charger and then showed you all the ways he was very proud of you.

Bruce: He really didn't want you to have any sort of self-defense tool because he knew that if you fought back the likelihood that they would hurt you is extremely higher.

Naturally, you being you you bought a little bracelet that if you press it then it makes a very loud noise which can hurt whoever's ears you're pointing it at.

Another feature on there is that it sent him your location which was probably something that he would have been okay with if that's all it did but alas it was not.

From sparring with Bruce you knew a lot and this asshole pissed you off, trying to kidnap a woman while she was pumping gas? "I think the fuck not."

You had very promptly pushed the button and cupped it against the man's ear which caused him to get disoriented and fall flat on his stupid face.

"That's why you don't mess with girls at the gaspump! Suck my metaphorical dick, Motherfucker!" You would think that this was a Fortnite game with the way that you were acting, to anyone else it would have been the funniest thing ever but of course Bruce doesn't have the biggest sense of humor.

He thought what you were doing was reckless and stupid, you should have gotten your car and left. Bruce proceeded to lecture you the entire night about exactly what you should have done and why it was dangerous and how you're lucky that it didn't turn out worse than it was.

"We don't take pride when we hurt someone and we sure as hell don't gloat. What we're you thinking? He couldve got up. That was reckless."

Tim: Tim craved coffee like it was some sort of drug needing to be injected into jis veins and you really really loved the little muffins the coffee shop had. You got up early in the morning and we're making your way to the coffee shop.

You figured out you were being followed quite quickly so of course the only thing you had in your bag was your wallet and maybe a few pens. Nothing the regular person would think would be overly useful in a situation like this.

The pen was useful though if you used it right, it was swiftly brought between your fingers, you texted Tim you were being followed. He very promptly shot out of bed to protect you, throwing on whatever close were scattered around the messy bedroom.

Once he found you, you were leturing the man on all the places you could stick the pen. The man was on the ground pinned to the floor. None of the Batboys were ever gonna let their woman go out of sight without some sorta training.

"I could stick this in your jugular, if you'd like. I could gove you the choice you were never gonna give me."

"You could stick it in his eye, its less lethal and could be considered an accident." Tim chimed in with a smile, the smile on Tim's face was quickly matched by yours.

The man underneath you was panicking because for all he knew you two were complete psychopaths considering jow many Gotham has. He started begging for you to let him go, You got off him while clicking the pen which made him run off like a little crybaby.

Tim and you walked hand and hand to the coffee shop like nothing ever happened. You both knew the pen wasn't what scared him if was your confidence and the way you spouted things off like a crazy person.

Damian: Damian was very much his father's son and he would do the same psychotics weird ass shit that Bruce did. The only difference was he asked you and you very clearly said no to a tracking device being put in you but that did not stop him from doing it and he did it very easily without you noticing.

Of course he didn't know anything was wrong until he noticed that you're tracking device really didn't move too much. He was kinda worried but it was instantly interrupted.

The phone rang and it was a guy calling for ransom while a guy in the background argued with you and said something about you stabbing him in the ass.

"We want a million." The man said off the bat.

"That's all your gonna ask for?!" Then there was the sound of the phone hitting the floor while you beat the shit out of them with a chair leg.

"You should really have better quality shit if you're gonna kidnap someone!" You yelled while the two men grunted on the floor, the first one had had the chair smashed into his back and this one was being wacked with a chair leg.

Damian showed up in regular clothes, he could tell by the phone call you didn't need any help.

"How the fuck did you know where I am?" You asked with clear suspicion and irritation.

"I traced the cell phone call." He lied very easily but there was something off and you could tell. He always kind of scratched his chin when he told you a lie and he had a shitty poker face.

"You put a tracker in me?! When we get home, you are cutting it out. I dont care that you track me but I'd rather not have a weird piece of metal in my body, Damian! I already have this stupid birth control for you, but at least that shit's been tested."

He knew that there was no point in fighting with you so therefore when the both of you got home, he cut it out and he stitched it back up and did everything he could to apologize without actually saying the words. You wore tracking bracelet from then on, a lot less invasive of the body.

Damian definitely was left apologizing over that for months cause he knew he betrayed your wishes and your trust. It was flowers, jewlery, gifts galore. Damian was never good with his words, you knew he was sorry but you wanted him to say it. Once he did the tension between the two of you quickly evaporated into thin air.

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☆　Warning: NSFW | Snow is his own warning, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), riding, handjob, mentions of blood & blood sucking, Capitol! Reader, reader is mentioned to be a virgin, mentions of poison and death, district+lucy gray slander (necessary to the plot), mention of Sejanus, degradation & praise kink if you squint, dry humping | lmk if I missed anything!

☆　Pairing: fem! Reader x young! peacekeeper! Coriolanus Snow

☆　Summary: Lucy Gray left but you find him in the forest instead and shit goes down

☆　A/N: this fic is inspired by the fact that i imagined myself to be the one sucking the 'poisoned bite' and be like now we both die and i like you lmao, i hope you guys like it!

Ps. This is the official canon ending :D

Ps². Listened to this song mainly to write the smut, so i am just gonna leave it here. . .

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“Lucy Gray! Are you trying to kill me!?”

Coriolanus Snow yelled as he kept pointing the gun in random directions. It wasn't long after that he began shooting in the sky causing the murder of numerous mockingjays up in the air.

He had found the necklace, he had found the scarf. She left. She was a loose end. She needs to die, fucking die so Snow could have the life he deserved. The life he worked for, the life he was entitled to since birth. The life of a Snow.

“Lucy Gray! We can talk about this!” He yells out, “Just come out!” But Lucy Gray was nowhere to be found, as if she was a ghost. As if she was the Lucy Gray from the song, a mystery to never be found.

He pointed his gun in the direction where he heard the sound of a twig snapping. It wasn't Lucy Gray but you. Your eyes were wide, chest heaving as you slowly walked towards him with your hands raised. “Coryo,” you whispered, scared, your feet walking towards him with hesitation but never flattering.

He had no idea how you had found him. He wasn't sure why you were either here. It was already too much for him that Sejanus came (and now he is dead, dead, dead. The third person he had killed). And you followed him too, pulling in favors, deciding to be a medic along with Sejanus, serving time with your best friends (not his, he never considered you or Sej as his friend).

“Where's Lucy Gray!?” He yelled, walking towards you, gun still pointed. It makes you walk backward until your back hits the hard bark of a tree. The rough texture of the bark is uncomfortable due to your thin shirt. You scrunch your nose at the mention of her. You never liked her much. He didn't know why but perhaps it was all a ruse just for this very moment. This very betrayal from her.

“How would I know?” You scoffed, the haughty attitude of a Capitol citizen coming through despite having a gun pointed at you. He pressed the end of the gun at your chest. “Tell me the truth,” he growled. “That girl tried to poison me. Tell me where she is!”

“I don't know,” you hiss back, your eyes ablaze. “And get the gun out of my face. You should be heading to a fucking medic right now. Are you sure she poisoned you?” Your voice was now laced with concern, eyes softening as you looked at him, his t-shirt clinging to him with sweat, his cheeks flushed, eyes so wide that the blues were hidden with black instead.

Coryo gets the gun away from you to put his arm forward. Showing you his snake bite, the puncture wound oozing out beads of red blood on his snow-like skin. “It's probably non-poisonous,” you said, trying to sound optimistic.

“No, it's not!” He growls, and anger fills in every movement and word of his. “She's trying to kill me. She's district! I shouldn't have- shouldn't have-” You hold his arm, your fingers around his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“It's fine,” you whispered, trying your best that the tone you use with him is soft and gentle. You want to shake him out of the mental breakdown that was happening. He shakes his head and you press your fingertips into the wound.

“It's fine,” you whispered, “let's get you back. Come on.” You try to urge him forward, only for him to pull himself out of your grasp. “No! I need to find her. She's a loose end. She will tell. She's a snake, not a songbird,” he rambles.

Despite the confusion you felt with his words, you grit your teeth. “Come on, Coryo! We need to head back,” you said, your hand on his wrist, trying to drag him out of the middle of the green forest.

“No! We need to find her out before the poison works” he yells, pulling you back and pushing you. Pinning you effectively between him and a tree.

You glare at him before a moment of impulsivity takes over you. You take his arm, your mouth around the bleeding wound and you suck letting whatever ‘poisoned blood’ onto your tongue. His eyes widen as he sees the redness of his blood now painting your lips. “Now can we go back?” You said as you licked the blood clean. “Because if it's poison, we will both die.”

“Why would-” he visibly freezes. He doesn't want your blood on his hands. No- it would be on Lucy's hands. It's her fault. Everything is her fault. “Why would you do that?” He whispered, leaning closer to you, his face now mere inches away from yours. It was like he was seeing you for the first time. Like he never saw you for you until now. Someone like him. Unhinged (not that he's willing to admit it).

He hooks his fingers under your chin, holding your jaw and tilting your lips towards his. His eyes were searching for sanity but seemed to have found none as a smile (filled with insanity) spread on his face. “You're crazy,” he whispered, “Are you that desperate?”

“Desperate for your well-being, Coryo,” you whispered, hating the fact that your gaze fell on his soft-looking lips. “I don't know what's wrong, Coriolanus. But come with me, let's go back. Lucy Gray isn't worth anything.”

“Lucy Gray is worth everything!” He yelled, pressing his body with yours, pain in your bones flaring as he without noticing crushed you.

“I am sure she will have poison for you too. I am sure she will come back then,” you spit out. You felt outrageous at his behavior. “She ran, didn't she? To the North. You gonna go there too, Coryo?” you questioned, your eyes now meeting his. You try to find an answer but find something deeply tangled instead, neither a yes or a no.

You never felt such pity for Coriolanus Snow before as you did now. You put your palm on his cheek. “Come with me,” you said, softening your voice. “Back to the peacekeepers, the general told me about District 2 and I can put in favors so we can be back in the Capitol in no time.”

“You didn't choose Sejanus,” you whispered, the mention of Sej causing him to freeze. “Choose me,” you plead, feeling pathetic for being reduced to this. But it was for your Coryo so it was worth it. Wasn't it?

A chip from the bird makes him look away but you use your hand to make him face you again. Tears begin to pool in your eyes. You find your heart preparing itself for a rejection. “Choose me,” you choke out, a sob in your throat ready to come out when he says no, no, no Lucy Gray it is, never you.

You wait and wait for the rejection, your eyelids closing themselves so he doesn't see himself (or the way you looked at him with love) in the reflective tears. “Look at me,” he whispered, feeling his hot breath on your lips now. And you didn't want to listen but your eyes opened back up, light coming in and he's in your sight.

All glorious as you always thought of Snow.

Snow lands on top.

Haven't every Capitol child learned that from history? You were no exception. And you never planned to be. Even after finding out the truth about his situation, you never thought less of him, if anything everything you felt about him increased tenfold without your consent. Oh, how you should hate him. Oh, but how much you love him.

He leaned in and you didn't move. He stops for a mere second as if reconsidering his decision. But then decided to fuck it because the next thing you know his lips against yours.

He tasted like cheap alcohol, he tasted like ruin and danger. You ate it all up by parting your lips so his tongue could slip in. You let out a moan as his teeth bite into your lips. For a moment you think he's a snake and that he's the one poisoning you. His poison is more potent than an actual snake’s ever could be.

You were simple prey, that's it. Instead of a bullet, he was shooting your heart with a kiss. And it was working because in the future he will be the end of you. A slow, slow poison, he controlled the kiss despite the way his tongue slid against yours was clumsy but so perfect.

You kissed him back to the best of your abilities, wondering briefly if you tasted like the pastry you had in the morning. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth to suck and bite however he wants. Your hands find his buzz cut instead of his golden curls and a whine leaves your lips from the frustration of the loss.

Your hand is on his nape and another is still on his cheek as neither of you breaks the kiss. It didn't matter that you were getting lightheaded. It didn't matter that you could feel your heartbeat increasing due to lack of oxygen. He was everything, you would be damned if you broke the kiss.

You gasp as the kiss is broken. You stare into his eyes, searching for something, anything. But you find nothing but ice blue. It sent chills down your spine but at least he had calmed down now. “Feeling better?” You asked and you got a rough nod as a reply.

“Come on, we have work to do,” he whispered as he pulled back. His dog tag dangles as he begins to walk towards the cabin again, navigating the path with his father's compass.

You find the cabin and the guns. Coriolanus looks at you waiting for a protest, disgust, expecting you to run away just like Lucy Gray. You didn't do anything except sigh, your shoulder wearing down as you realized the truth of it all. You didn't say a word but your hand finds his. He doesn't say anything either but squeezes your hand back. An unspoken promise. He had chosen you. You had chosen him. You were in this together now.

There's no going back.

Both of you row the boat and let the guns sink into the river, never to be found again. You find your way back to the cabin, the rain pouring down again. You sit beside Snow- no, no, still Coryo. Always Coryo. Your head on his shoulder, your knees pressed to your chest as you hear the tip tap of rain outside.

Not a single sound is made. But as time passes and the rain doesn't stop, you begin to crave his lips again. As if that one kiss was morphine, and you needed more to heal the ache of your soul. “Coriolanus,” you whispered.

“Coryo,” he reprimanded softly, his tone enticing as if he was trying to bewitch. You feel your palms sweat as embarrassment begins to nag your mind. You blurt it out before you can think about how pathetic you sound.

“Can I have another kiss, Coryo?”

The next few moments were a blur. Lips on lips. Clumsily tongues meeting each other and whining into each other's mouths. You were shamelessly grinding on Coryo's lap as your lips continued to stay locked with his. “I want you so bad,” you admit as you feel his cock harden underneath you.

“Since the academy,” you whispered against his lips, a moan escaping your lips when he held your hips and began to guide them to grind on his completely hard bulge.

“Oh, yeah?” He mocks, “It's pretty fucking obvious.” He choked off a groan coming out of his mouth, “You're willing to let go of the fact that I am a murderer, huh?” You let out a whimper as he mentioned that. But both of you knew the answer to that, a part of you knew what kind of predator he was. Ever since you knew about how he killed a tribute, you just called it. It never mattered to you how horrible he could be or in this case, is.

“Yes, yes,” you moan into his mouth. Was it an answer or a mere whine about how perfect the friction felt against your pantie-soaked pussy? You didn't know but Coriolanus thought of it as the former. “You gonna be my girl, then? A capitol princess being a peacekeepers’ doll to fuck,” he whispered, his tongue licking a strip of skin on your neck.

You moan as his teeth begin to harshly assault your skin, covering your neck with marks. “Yes,” you gasp, “as long as it's you.” God, how much more pathetic could you be? But it didn't matter, it got him higher and fed his ego after everything that had happened. He loved it and perhaps, he could grow to love you.

Not in the way, Coryo loved Lucy Gray but in the way Snow would love his First Lady.

Your hands tug off his wet t-shirt and throw it on the floor. His hands do the same with your peacekeeper's uniform. He grabs your hips, squeezing the plump of flesh there, his mouth panting into you and he looks at you with dilated eyes.

Time seems to have slowed down as you touch his dog tag, your fingers tracing the name carved into the metal. “I want this. You, right now, right here,” you whispered like it was the biggest secret of your life. “Do you?” You ask as your hands go lower to fiddle with the zipper of his pants.

He doesn't give you a verbal answer, only pulling you into another kiss with his fingers woven into your hair in a fist as his free hand goes down below to free his cock from the confines of his trousers.

You grip his length, stroking it and squeezing out pearly pre-cum from the tip. You savor the deep groan that leaves his lips. “Fuck… just like that, doll,” he instructed and you obey. Your strokes get faster and his pre becomes natural lube as you continue. He lets out a hiss when you twist your wrist and his hand snares around your wrist. “Wanna cum in your cunt first,” he said, breathless from the ecstasy of having your hands on him.

Within moments the remaining clothes on both of you were scattered around the cabin. You moan into his mouth, your fingers desperately clawing at his shoulders as you begin to grind your soaking wet pussy against his hard cock. You gasp, elated by how your folds pressed against his length, his cockhead being teased by your slit but unable to breach the threshold.

The kisses you shared with him were sloppy. Saliva coating his chin as neither of you was willing to separate your lips for a single unnecessary moment. You knew your lips would hurt by the end of this, that they were swollen and the inside of it bleeding because of how insistently his teeth loved to bite your lower lip. He was no better either. You tasted more blood from the kisses now than anything, and it didn't matter to you because somehow the salty, rusty taste felt like just him.

You let out a sound unfitting of a Capitol-raised woman when his cockhead slips inside your gummy walls. His tip now profusely leaks pre-cum inside your gummy walls. You pulled back, biting your lower lip to stop the whimper as you feel his cockhead stretching out your virgin walls.

“That's it, dove,” he lets out, all needy and heated. His hands squeeze your hips to be encouraging as you let yourself down on his cock slowly. “Take it all in. You can do it, doll,” he whispered, as his eyes were down looking at his length entering you, being surrounded by the wicked, addicting warmth of your tight cunt.

“I can?” You let out a whine, as the pain bleeds into the pleasure, the ratio of it throwing you off the dizzy full lust. He hums in encouragement as you finally fill yourself with his dick to the hilt. Your slick walls pulsate around his length.

“Atta girl,” he smiles at you, his eyes brightening up from how well you took him and without any complaints whatsoever. “That's a good slut,” he whispered and smirked when he felt your walls clench around him deliciously.

You tried to move your hips but gave up when the burn made your eyes water. He coos at you encouragingly, telling you to adjust to his girth first. He wasn't going to rut into you like a dog, you're a Capitol girl, not a district whore. He wasn't going to disrespect you like that, no matter how much he wanted you to begin rolling your hips.

So your lips latch onto his neck, while your arms are around him and your legs around his waist. You were clinging to him, as if afraid that if you ease up in your grip he will fade away from your life, from this moment and your reality together. The smell of sex and sweat begins to become stronger than the smell of gunpowder as you continue to give him hickeys in various places on his skin.

Coriolanus doesn't complain that you're marking him like this, not when he's doing the same task with his tongue tracing the love bites his teeth left. And you suspect he rather enjoys when you bite, as his cock twitches whenever your teeth dig into his flesh as if you're eating and your wet tongue licks over the bite as if you're tasting the flavor of his skin.

When you're finally comfortable with his cock being inside the most intimate part of you. You slowly but surely begin to make small, shallow thrusts that have you gasping, your eyes rolling back with how good it feels already because he was fucking into your g-spot with every roll of your hips. The thrusts were teasing, it had him groaning praises of you being a good girl and his hold tightening over your hips, surely leaving bruises.

You begin to relish the feeling of being stuffed, his cockhead kissing your cervix when you get the angle just right. Your folds coat him with your creamy juices, a ring of white forming on his base with how wet you were. Slowly but surely the pleasure begins to build up, your nails digging into his shoulders as you start to put up force with the way you rock back and forth on his cock.

You pant into his mouth, your lips letting out sharp moans when his dick strokes your walls just right. He lets you control the pace, his mouth busy latching onto your nipple to suck. His tongue swirls around the bud, hardening it inside his mouth and he nips your nipple just to have you jolt from the bite and squeeze down on his cock.

One of his hands now kneads the other breast he wasn't giving much attention to, his fingers rolling the nipple, pinching the bud, and playing with it. His other hand goes between your bodies and finds your clit. You soon realize he was working with a pattern that was driving you insane, turning your cunt into a hotter slicker mess.

When he swirled his tongue around your nipple, his fingers did roll the other bud. Meanwhile, his thumb would drive small, rapid circles onto your swollen bundle of nerves. When he bit into your nipple, his fingers pinched your clit making you gasp with thunderous pleasure filling your veins.

He continues at this and tension begins to build up in your tummy. You close your eyes as animalistic instincts begin to take over your body. The need to cum overrides everything else as you begin to roll your hips faster and harder. Desperate to cum around his cock for the first time of many times in your life. He feels the same way because he encourages you with his hips bucking into you, thrusting perfectly inside of your slick walls.

“So close, Coryo!” You moan, your nails leaving red lines in their path on his shoulders. He latches off your breasts to whisper, “Cum then, my slut. Let me feel you milk my cock like a good cockwhore would.” You let out a louder moan at his words. His condescending tone snaps the tension that had formed in your tummy, you begin to cum.

Your pussy spasming around his cock, triggering his orgasm. He empties his balls inside of you without any hesitation, filling you up with his thick, hot cum. “That's a good girl. Look how well you took me. Look at the cum leaking out, dove,” his tone teasing, like many times he has teased in classes but the context of this was entirely different.

You look down, your pussy clenching around his cock again when you see his seed ooze out of you. Your body slumps into him, tired from all of this. Both mentally and physically. The storm was still going on. You lay in his arms, his cum now coating the insides of your thighs.

“You're smarter than Lucy Gray,” he said, “I pray you know better than to run. I won't miss the next time.”

You shake your head, trying to hide the smile forming on your face. Others would have run from his words, anyone sane would. Lucy Gray did after all. But you were just you.

“If I wanted to run, I wouldn't have found you in the first place,” you whispered, sealing your words with a soft kiss on his lips.

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HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

heat rage

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, fwb, hooking up, mentions of drinking/partying and hooking up while drunk

“topper, will you shut the fuck up?” rafe yells, making topper physically jump, eyes widening as he looks to rafe.

“i didn’t even say anything.” topper argues back, his voice almost sounding whiny.

“and yet you’re still being too fucking loud!” rafe growls, looking like he's seconds away from standing up and hitting topper across the face.

“alright, come on.” you stand, gesturing to rafe to join you.

“what?” he grunts out, the heat and stress of the day clearly having gone to his head, making him frustrated and angry for no reason, ready to lash out at anyone.

“you're being a dick because you're all upset.” you say, reaching your hand out for rafe to take, but he just swats it away.

“im fine.”

“fine.” you shrug, turning away from the boys and walking towards the stairs. “i guess you don't want me to give you head.”

rafe is scrambling off the couch to follow you up the stairs towards his bedroom, eyes on your ass as you make your way up each step.

“you're gonna be more relaxed after this right?” you question as rafe closes and locks his door behind you. “because if you're just gonna be an asshole all day im going home.”

“yeah, promise.” rafe nods, leaning forward to press a smearing kiss across your lips. his version of a thank you, since the words will never actually leave his lips.

you're not a couple, but you don't exactly just hook up either. you guess it would be defined as friends with benefits. rafe often says you're the one girl he can actually stand to hang out with, and it certainly helps that you often end up hooking up after parties where you drink a little too much.

rafe places a hand on your shoulder, shoving you down to your knees, indicating just how needy he is for your mouth.

you smirk when you realize he's tenting in his shorts, having grown hard in just minutes. you tug at the two sides of his pants, opening them to reveal his boxers.

“come on.” rafe grunts impatiently.

“rafe, you said you'd be nice!”

“after you give me head i will be! come on, i need it.” rafe pushes his pants and underwear down his hips in one swift motion, his cock popping up from its confines.

you place your hand around the base to hold it steady as your lips and tongue tease over the head, kissing and licking as rafe moans. you wonder if topper is able to hear his sounds as you sink down on his cock, allowing it to fill you mouth.

“fuck, we should do this sober more often.” rafe tangles his hands in your hair, helping guide your motions up and down.

you're determined to make this good and memorable, not just because rafe is pissed off and needing the relief, but as a reason to continue hooking up without the influence of alcohol or drugs in your system, wanting to experience rafe fucking into you without being sloppy drunk.

you force rafes length down into your throat as you bob your head, his hands tightening and loosing in your hair like he keeps losing control only to quickly regain it.

“god, that's fucking good.” rafe moans out, his voice low and when you look up to his face you aren't surprised to find his eyes closed, face one of bliss.

you place both your hands on his thighs, giving yourself a good base as you use your whole body to move off and on his cock, truly getting into the motions.

“damn.” rafe curses. hes inclined to let you do all the work, but he's too into the way it feels that he can't help but begin to thrust his hips forward and back.

you feel yourself choking around his cock and try to hold back the gagging noises as he rams into your throat, but you can't hold them back for long.

the noises don't deter rafe, only spur him on more, his hips pumping faster as you feel his cock swelling in your mouth, the telltale sign of his imminent release.

you try to suck, rub your tongue against the underside of his cock, or give some sort of extra stimulation, but ultimately you end up letting rafe fuck into your face, mouth ajar and wet for him, drool dripping down your chin.

“fuck, cumming.” is all rafe can get out before his cum is spurting down your throat in long ropes that you're eager to swallow.

you pull off the second he's finished, taking deep breaths intermixed with coughing you wish you could control, not wanting to seem like you couldn't handle it.

“you good?” rafe asks, attempting to fix your hair by smoothing his hands over the curls he was gripping tightly into.

“yeah.” you nod quickly. “just get me a drink of water.”

you move from your knees onto the bed, breathing deeply as rafe puts his bottoms back on before heading into the bathroom, coming back with a cup of water for you.

“thanks.” you mumble, taking it from him and gulping it down.

“no, thank you.” rafe says, leaning down and in a moment of rare softness pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“we should get back down to topper.” you say, wiping your mouth and taking one last drink.

“shit, kinda forgot he was here.” rafe laughs, helping you stand before walking down the stairs with you, back into the living room where you flop onto the armchair, stretching yourself out and giving your knees much needed relief.

“damn, if i knew all i had to do was get all pissy to have my dick sucked i would have been an asshole this whole time.” topper chuckles, meaning it as a joke, but rafes relieved calm face quickly turns back to one of anger as he growls out.

“oh god.” you drop your face into your hands, all your hard work undone with one sentence from topper.

[cyber333angel]

thinking about logan wanting to blow off some steam and coming home to you being bratty which really just sets him off… logan coming home from work and your immediately just chatting away— yelling at him about something that happened today that didn’t even have anything to do with him, and he just grabs you by the waist hoisting you up so your on his shoulder. just stomping into your shared bedroom as you hit at his back yelling, “this is all your fault! you never listen to me, put me down logan!” your honestly just saying anything, not knowing where to direct your emotions so when he came home you decided to place it on him and logan wasn’t having that. your thrown onto the bed suddenly, logan going on the other side of the bed as your back faces him. he pulls you down on your back leaving you confused, your looking up at him with a very agitated look on his face just unbuckling his jeans. you go to get up from the bed and he just holds your shoulders down with a stern, “stay fuckin still.” and you lay back down. he just mumbles and grumbles little nothings as his dick pops out of his boxers, rubbing it till it’s fully hard. “shouting at me as soon as I get home..” he says as he opens your mouth, sticking two fingers in letting you suck on them, and he sighs as he takes them out placing his cock on your bottom lip, prodding at it a bit. without warning he shoves it in, your eyes immediately watering as you grab onto anything around you, the sheets, his thigh. “oh fuck.” he says throwing his head back, taking your head and thrusting in and out. he can even see the print of his dick in your throat as he uses you, “just needed me to plug that bratty fuckin mouth of yours huh..shit..” the feeling of his cock shoved down your throat felt like you couldn’t breathe, thick length just taking up all the space blocking your mind from any thoughts. you remember what he told you before about breathing through your nose and that helps you calm down. “atta girl, there you fucking go..” you get the hang of it more as your gurgle his cock in your mouth, feeling yourself get wet between your legs. you rub your thighs together as a relief, logan seeing it spreads your legs apart, sliding your soaked panties to the side. he dips his fingers into your heat making you squirm around, tapping at his thighs from the overstimulation. logan thrusts deeper into your throat and feels himself cumming, the tight slick space of your mouth just feeling so good to him. “you gonna let daddy make a mess in this pretty fuckin mouth?” if you could nod you would, but at the moment your mind was filled with the pleasure that was going on between your legs and how stuffed your mouth was. logan rubs a few more circles around your clit and you feel it — it makes your body arch off the bed, legs twitching around the covers as you come down from your high. “fuck..” next thing you know your mouth is being filled to the brim, logan spilling all his cum deep in your throat, groaning and basically growling above you. he slides his dick out your mouth, a bitter taste left in your mouth as you cough catching your breath from your mouth being used. he picks up your head to face him, looking at him with half lidded eyes logan strokes your head. “you gonna tell me what happened today like a big girl or keep acting like a brat? hm, tell me and ill fix it bub.” the reassurance makes you realize how you acted out towards him, yelling at him over something he didn’t even do when he just came home from work, you feel sorry. “m’sorry logan, I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you. after you left this morning for work everything just kept going wrong, nd I didn’t know how to deal with it..” he knows your sorry, pulling you into his lap as he hugs you telling you that it’s okay.

[c0s-lettuce]

I love your Sergei story. Can you please do a Sergei x female reader story where he sees her taking a shower? He sneaks up on her in the shower and they have passionate sex? Ty

flattery - sergei kravinoff x fem!reader

word count: 1405

warnings: smut, 18+ only, minor dni, shower sex, breast play, oral sex (f receiving), swearing

a/n: thanks for the request, nonnie! i'm glad you like my previous fic! this is my first time writing smut so i'm very sorry if it sucks 😭

Sergei used to ask if he could come over. Then, it turned into him stating he was coming over and no longer requesting permission. Soon enough, he started showing up unannounced. At first, it would be at your front door. But if you were ever home late, or if he was just bored, he would make his way inside. He would get comfortable on your couch or fix himself a drink in your kitchen. And he would laugh when he scared you half to death.

"You left your window unlocked," he would say.

You seethed, mainly because of the audacity of this man. But also because you live on the third floor of your apartment building. Not long after, you relented and gave Sergei a spare key.

At this point, it was almost like he lived here too. He was getting very comfortable, and you weren't sure how to feel about it. You considered charging him rent. Or, at the very least, telling him off. But before you ever got around to it, his mouth would find its way to yours, his hands to your waist, and the rest would become history.

It's another regular evening when Sergei comes over. He arrives to a quiet apartment, with only the hum of household appliances, distant traffic and, most noticeably, the sound of running water from the shower.

After locking the door behind him, he kicks off his shoes and discards his jacket on the back of the couch. He heads over to the bathroom, carefully opening the door and peeking inside. Warm steam and the fragrant scent of your shampoo waft through the air. And through the foggy glass of the shower screen, he sees you.

He smiles to himself as he enters, recognising the potential of this situation. Your back is facing him, and you're blissfully unaware of his presence. The running water helps mask his actions as he shuts the door and approaches the shower.

He pulls the shower door open and reaches to pinch you on the waist, making a sudden noise to scare you. You flinch and let out a yelp. As you turn around, your startlement turns into anger when you see the culprit.

"Sergei? What the fuck is wrong with you?" you yell at him.

Sergei chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

You grab the door and hold it closed, creating a sort of barrier between the two of you. "That was not fucking funny. What are you even doing here?"

"I came to see you," he answers, unbothered by your reaction.

You stare at him incredulously through the glass. "You really couldn't wait ten minutes?"

Sergei just laughs. "Of course not. Who do you think I am?"

You let out a huff, unimpressed by his antics. "Okay, well, you've seen me. You can go now."

"Aw, don't send me away," he pouts. "Can't I join you?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Join me? Are you being serious?"

"Dead serious," he replies. "Please?"

You continue staring him down, but he disarms you with a charming smile. You groan. How could you say no when he's looking at you like that?

"Alright, fine," you say. "But this doesn't mean I forgive you."

Sergei nods, still smirking. He begins to undress, leaving his clothes piled on the floor. You turn to face the water again, ignoring the man and refocusing on washing yourself.

Meanwhile, Sergei remains fixated on you, finding your aloof demeanour amusing. Once he's unclothed, he steps into the shower behind you. Almost immediately, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

"Don't be mad," he murmurs, as he presses his lips against your neck, "I missed you, that's all."

"That's a sorry excuse," you mutter in response.

He hums, smiling against your skin. "But it's true, baby. I've been thinking about you all day."

He continues peppering kisses on your neck. You try not to make a noise as he begins to caress your body. His large hands wander up to your breasts, and he starts kneading them while his fingers brush over your nipples. After a while, he spins you around to face him, smiling as he meets your gaze. He takes a moment to admire you.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he says.

You give him a pointed look. "Don't try to flatter me, Sergei."

"Oh, come on," he pulls you closer. "You know I wouldn't lie to you."

Before you can protest further, he leans in to kiss you. His lips are fervorous against yours. His beard tickles your skin, and his fingers squeeze your hips. Unable to stay annoyed, you loop your arms over his shoulders and kiss him back.

He holds you close, and you do the same, your bodies flush against each other. Your fingers play at the nape of his neck, and he moans into your mouth when you tug his hair. He deepens the kiss, brushing his tongue against yours.

He guides you towards the wall. The cold tiles press against your back, making you jump slightly. Sergei must have noticed because he smirks, breaking the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw.

"So beautiful," he whispers, repeating his earlier sentiment.

He starts moving lower, peppering more kisses down your neck and over your chest and stomach. You let out a sigh as you lean back, watching Sergei get on his knees.

Now situated on the shower floor, he grips your thighs and holds you steady against the wall. He kisses a trail along your hip, slowly moving towards your inner thigh. Carefully, he guides one of your legs to rest over his shoulder. He looks up at you as he places a gentle, teasing kiss over your sex. You gasp, hands finding their way back to Sergei's hair.

He grins at your reaction before moving in fully. Using his tongue, he parts your folds to reach your entrance and licks a stripe up to your clit. You moan as he lavishes attention on the bud, licking and sucking as if his life depended on it.

Sergei's euphoria matches yours. Engulfed by your sweet scent and surrounded by your soft skin, he knows this is where he belongs. On his knees, worshipping his goddess. He groans into you as you tighten your grip on his hair. Pressing one last kiss on your clit, he begins moving his mouth lower and teases your hole with his tongue.

A string of moans and curses leave your mouth, and Sergei relishes the sound of your pretty voice as he fucks you with his tongue. The bridge of his nose nestles against your clit, only adding to the overwhelming sensation of him making out with your pussy.

You squirm as the tension builds, and your legs start to tremble. Sergei holds onto you tighter, his mouth not letting up. Your breath becomes unsteady as you feel yourself become light-headed.

"Sergei, please," you whimper, barely able to form words.

"I'm here, baby," he murmurs. "I have you. Let go for me."

The last few words are all you need. You cry out as pleasure washes over you, consuming you in a moment of ecstasy. Sergei doesn't stop, letting you ride out your orgasm. He moans as you come on his tongue, eagerly tasting you.

As you start to come down from your high, Sergei slows his ministrations. He plants a few final kisses before gently placing your leg down and standing back up. His arms wrap around your waist again, and he holds you securely. You rest your weight against him as you catch your breath.

His cock, now rock-hard, nestles against your sensitive cunt, making you whimper. He's aching for you but needs to know you're feeling alright first. He brings a hand to cradle your face, coaxing you to look at him. Your unfocused gaze meets his, and he smiles as he looks over you.

You really are so very beautiful.

"You're not still mad at me, are you?" he asks, resting his forehead against yours.

His question annoys you. You want to roll your eyes or hit him or fuck him, but you're still a bit out of it.

"No, of course not, you idiot," you mutter instead.

"Good," Sergei chuckles, kissing you on the cheek. "Come on then. I think we've showered enough. Let's take this to the bedroom."

➸

[nymphoheretic]

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Plaything •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Synopsis: You've been caught in his trap. And now you're his little plaything. The Upper Moon 4, Hantengu, more so you belong to the 4 clones.

Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count : 4.6k

Pairing : Hantengu (all four clones) x fem!slayer!reader

A/N: I have no words for this. It's basically straight porn and I know tumblr is gonna slap a label on it. So, check it out on my AO3(same name). I'll link it in my bio/pinned post.

Special thanks to @bleuboyfriend for beta reading it for me! You're amazing Luke!!

Tags: @bakugosbratx (cause I'd get yelled at if I didn't) @herohibiscus (karaku brainrot partner in crime) @linpunny (monsterfucker bestie) @fushisslut (have your lawyer call mine) @sirenspider @unknownspecies @sailewhoremoon @potofstewie @medusashima @sweetblueworm @gh0stfac3-w1f3y @zoroarkstar @potatoboiasta @rav3enmuse @gingerspicelattemix @redsharksimp @shadowvessel172 @hiitogata @iamthepaninpanic @yandere-wishes @tommyinnit-kinnie @maddyybtw @rani-02 @hulahoopingpro @justsomereaderwholikesanime @dedukiddu @shockinglysubmissive @cherryblossomsenpai @cherry1hearts @violxtbxbyy @jeschalynn @jazzthatonewriterchick @comatosebunny09 @ilovetwodmen @cockadodalcuck @nightimewalk-chan @enchantedforest-network

You're not sure how it even happened. You were summoned to slay a demon that had been spotted in a village; only to find a cowardly little imp like Demon that was scared of its own shadow. Cutting its head off wasn't too difficult, but the result was devastating for you. The demon split into four clones of itself. Each one with a different demon blood art. 

They cornered you and the green one, Karaku found you to be so very interesting. His clawed hand reached out and caressed your cheek before tipping your chin back. His tongue – marked with the Kanji "pleasure" – slipped past his lips and touched your lips, tasting them. A deep purr like growl rumbled in his chest as he speaks to his counterparts.

"It's been so long since we've been separated and had a little plaything. We deserve to have some fun, right, Sekido?"

His green Kanji branded eyes flickering down to your torn top – the swell of your breasts inviting him as his mouth watered when he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribcage. Your eyes dart from him to his three other counterparts. His fingers tilt your gaze back to his as he tilts his head down towards yours. “Ne, Sekido, can we have some fun with this pretty little slayer? Please?”

Sekido grits his fangs, his red Kanji branded eyes narrowing as he taps his staff on the ground, bolts of lightning sparking from underneath. His gaze cuts to your eyes and he can smell the fear that emits from you – saturating the air around them in its scent. He growls out, voice guttural and deep. “Only if Aizetsu and Urogi agree.”

Karaku grabs you in his claws and sits you down in his lap, easily pinning you against his chest  as he spreads your legs. One hand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as the other dug its palm into your core, eliciting a moan from you. The sound was like heaven to his ears. Karaku’s tongue touches the shell of your ear before his fangs nip at it playfully. “Aizestu, Urogi, c’mon say yes. I wanna play with our new toy.”

“Get your hands off of m–” Your words die off in a moan when he rubbed two sharp clawed fingers over the damp spot forming over your panties.

“Hmmm, little plaything. You were saying?” He ground his fingers harder against the clothed little pearl of nerves, making you squeal out. “Just look at my counterparts. Hard just from watching us. You all should join. If not, I’m still going to have fun.”

Urogi’s control finally snapped as a feral grin spreads over his lips when your musky scent permeates his senses. His own tongue – marked with the Kanji “Joy" – flicks out of his mouth as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Fuck, she’s sexy. And we get to have fun with her. Don’t mind if I do.” When Karaku ripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, Urogi wasted no time diving his face between your thighs, his tongue curling through your sticky folds.

You arched your back, pressing your ass back against the other demon’s crotch, involuntarily grinding against his hard cock as the one with golden eyes feasts upon your center. It was ironic that the one with “pleasure” on his tongue was not the one between your thighs. You whimpered when Urogi’s tongue curled through your cunt, slurping messily as he sucked on your clit.

Aizetsu whimpered softly as his cock twitched against his thigh, rising to attention. He watched as his two more confident counterparts have their fun with the pretty slayer. “Karaku.” He said finally, his voice soft almost timid. “I think you should be the one eating her while Urogi fucks her throat.” His face flushed as he palmed himself through his pants. “And Sekido should use his blood demon art to shock her into submission as she takes his cock first.” 

Karaku grinned. “That’s a great idea, Aizetsu!” He laid down on the ground, relaxing against the cool floor as his hair fanned out underneath him. “But I think I’d rather her ride my face while Urogi fucks hers.” Easily holding down your hips, he grabbed you and pulled you away from Urogi’s tongue, a string of slick mixed saliva connecting you to the avian-like demon.

Urogi pouted at having his fun ruined, but grinned at Aizetsu’s words. The little shy bastard has some good ideas in that sorrowful mind. He cackled as he fumbled with the tie that held his pants together as Karaku settled you over his awaiting mouth. His talons caressed your face, thumb wiping at the tear that threatened to fall. “You’re going to be a good little cocksleeve for us, right?”

Sekido growled at the softer, more timid counterpart as he tapped his staff against the ground once more. “What utter foolishness. Like I want to stick my cock in that little whore’s body.” But his hard cock betrayed his angry words as he listened to your saccharine moans while his counterparts had their way with you. His narrowed red eyes watched as your throat bulged as Urogi slid his cock in deep, the yellow-eyed demon giggling as you tapped his thigh.

Growling once more, he dropped to his knees, pulling his dick out of his pants and fisted it roughly. His fangs grit as his claws of his other hand found your hair and yanked your head back to force you to meet his eyes. “You should feel lucky that I’m willing to fuck a needy bitch like you.” His palm smacked against the meat of your ass, making your hips buck against Karaku’s eager tongue and forcing more of Urogi’s cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper around the thick girth on your tongue as you feel Karaku dig his claws in your hips, pulling you even further down onto his mouth. He slurped so noisily at your pussy as his tongue dug orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count. Your moans were muffled by Urogi as he thrust into your mouth without abandon. Another pathetic sounding moan vibrated in your chest when you feel Sekido’s claws dig into the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks.

Shame filled your body as your eyes darted around, searching for someone to help you, but they only found Aizetsu, who was calmly stroking his cock, pre leaking – oozing from the tip as his face flushed with a blush. 

Aizetsu covered his face with his hand as he watched his counterparts. His voice was soft as he directed them on what to do. “Urogi, wrap your hand around her throat, choke her until she’s able to take all of your cock down her slutty little mouth. She doesn't get th breath if she doesn't. Kakaru suck on her clit more while using your tongue to fuck her hole. Sekido...” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he works his hand over his cock faster. “Prep her ass for your cock.”

Your eyes widened when Aizetsu told the red-eyed demon what to do. You try to shake your head, but Urogi had wrapped his talon around your neck, his hips snapping faster as he fucks more of his cock down your throat.

“Now, pretty little plaything. It's not nice to be distracted. Eyes on me.” He grins as he tightens his hand around your neck, relishing in the choke-like moans that vibrated around his length. When you shift those big teary eyes back to his, his tongue fell from his mouth as he curled it in the air. “That’s the fucking look! Cry more, slayer!”

You could feel Sekido’s sharp claws dig into your flesh as he lowered his face between your thighs, his tongue slipping out to trace the ring of your puckered little hole. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Sekido’s tongue was hot – hotter than Karaku’s. It felt like currents of electricity were shooking up and down your spine. 

Karaku flicks your clit, scraping it with his fangs as his fingers slip over your clenching hole. He lifts you off his face for a moment to stare up at your face. “Aww, is the pretty little slayer crying?” He cooed condescendingly, “Such a good girl you are.” His praise sounded fake as he pushed his fingers past the first ring of muscles of your dripping pussy. “Oh? Maybe I should call you a slut? Or our little cocksleeve whose only purpose is to be fucked by four demon cocks?”

Moaning around Urogi’s cock at Karaku’s filthy words, words that sounded like they were dipped in honey to your hazy mind. His fingers thrust up into you twisting and turning until they found that spot that made your body twitch and wreath above him. “That's the spot. Come on, let go for me. Cum on my tongue. I take pleasure in it.” Karaku mocked as he licks your cunt with the flat of his tattooed tongue.

“Shit, Karaku. Her throat tightened up when you did that.” Urogi’s cock twitches on your tongue as his talons tangle in your hair, pulling you even further down on his girth. “Fuck, gonna cum down this nasty throat. That what you want? My cum painting that greedy mouth of yours?” His smile was beyond feral as the talon around your neck tightens to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

Sekido growled as you ignored him in favor of his counterparts. His tongue circled the flesh of your asshole before pushing past that tight ring and wiggling inside. “Don’t fucking forget about me, nasty bitch.” He used his blood demon art to send streaks of lightning through your body, making you convulse and shake – the feeling making your body release your juices on Karaku’s tongue.

“Did I fucking say you could cum, dirty slut?” Sekido removed his tongue, fangs biting deeply into the roundness of your cheeks, nails digging into your flesh. He relishes in the fact that you had to pull away from Urogi to scream out from the painful pleasure of his abuse of your ass. Your blood trickled down his throat and he moaned a little at the taste of it. It was sweet – a potent elixir that coats his tongue. “Fucking delicious.” 

Aizetsu whimpered as he stroked his cock, his hand still covering his blushing face. His balls felt heavy as his length twitched against his palm, precum dribbling down the leaky tip. He was trying his best to remain calm, telling them how to please you. Aizetsu was shy, but even he had a limit on how much he could take – and he was approaching it. “Karaku, fuck her pussy hard, but don’t cum inside. Sekido, stop teasing her and give her your cock too. Spread her ass and spit in it. Urogi, have her suck your balls.”

Urogi eagerly did as Aizetsu told him, fisting his cock as he tilted your chin to stare deeply into your teary eyes. “Fuck, I love that you're being such a fucking crybaby and we haven’t even fucked you yet.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, talon scraping over your tongue. “You heard Aizetsu. Open up.” Urogi grinned as he placed his balls on your tongue and tossed his head back and lets out a mewl when your lips closed over them to suckle. “Such a good fucking whore you are.”

Karaku licked his lips clean of your sweet essence as he slid you down his chest, a trail of your slick coating his skin until his throbbing cock nudged at your hole. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm pussy gliding over his length. “Gonna fuck you so good. You gonna be a good little toy and take my cock all the way, yeah?” He lined the sticky tip up with your dripping hole and pushed inside with a low moan.

Sekido spread your ass cheeks, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your twitching little hole. Gathering a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, he lets it slide down past his lips to drip down into the crack. He used his thumb to smear it around and slowly pushed it inside to lubricate it more. Sekido lined his cock up with your tight hole and slowly pushes past the ring of muscle. “Tight ass bitch. Let me inside.” He growled as he gripped your hips tightly, claws threatening to rip your skin again.

You stiffened at the pain of being stretched so full by two cocks, the burn almost unbearable. Your moans were muffled by Urogi’s balls still suckled between your lips as he stroked his cock above your face. You whimpered as you felt them taking alternating thrusts inside you, touching the deepest part of you. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you could feel your body reacting to them, clenching down on them.

Karaku grinned as he felt your walls flutter and hug his dick tightly, sucking him in deeper. His finger squeezed in between your bodies to toy with the sensitive pearl of flesh. He watched as your back arched against him, shoving more of your ass back onto Sekido’s cock Laughing when he felt your nails dig into his chest like that would make him stop. “You’re so cute, slayer, but Aizetsu said to fuck you hard...” Karaku planted his feet on the ground more firmly, his claws digging into your thighs as he grabbed you tightly. “So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Sekido grunted as he snapped his hips roughly, bullying his fat cock deeper into your tight ass. A growl left him as your warm heat wrapped around him, hugging him so tightly. “F-fuck...” He whined softly, his face scrunching up from the pleasure. “Squeezing my dick like this. You must want me to fucking cum in your ass. You’re such a filthy little cumslut.” He grabs your hips so tightly, nails digging into your flesh and causing fresh blood to drip down onto Karaku’s waist.

Urogi’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and curled into the air as he laughed loudly, his cock throbbing at the sight of your tears. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking up at me with that face. Those fucking tears make me so hard. You want that? For me to cum on your face like the needy whore you are?” His voice shudders as his hand speeds up. “Or you’d rather I cum down the fucking throat, plugging up your nose so that you have no choice but to swallow?”

Before you could even answer, Aizetsu made the decision for you. “Make her swallow it, Urogi.”

“You heard him! Open up!” The yellow-eyed clone giggled as he pushed his cock back between your lips, dragging the throbbing hot flesh across your tongue. The tip hit the back of your throat and Urogi howls with pleasure as he grabbed the sides of your head to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth.

Aizetsu’s face was flushed even as his blue eyes darkened – his control was wearing thin as his cock throbbed with the need for release. His hand wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside your snug little pussy. He wanted to be the one to fill you so full of cum that it caused a bulge in her belly. Aizetsu bit his lip, fangs piercing the plump flesh and blood dribbled down his chin – which he quickly licked away. Soon. He’d let his counterparts finish first. 

Karaku’s hips meet yours as his cock bullied your insides, his tongue out to show the kanji etched on it as his eyes zero in on the way Urogi’s dick bulged in your pretty throat. “Fuck you’re taking all three of us so well.” His fingers tighten around your thighs – they were sure to leave bruises behind, marking you as his. Karaku grit his fangs as his balls slap against your cunt, cock tingling with the tale-tell signs of his release.

He had half an inkling to ignore Aiztesu’s command and cream this drippy little pussy of yours with his cum, paint your deepest parts in his color. But he was kinder than that. Aizetsu has been telling them just how to pleasure you, all while edging himself. “Go ahead.” He leaned up and nipped at your collarbone, sucking at the skin to leave more of his marks behind. “Cum on my cock. Soak it. Y’know you want to.”

Sekido threw his head back, hair fanning out as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Your tight little ass was giving him so much pleasure. His balls tightened as his dick throbbed and swelled inside. “Fucking bitch. Gonna cum in this filthy ass of yours. You’re just a fucking cumdump for me, got it?”

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” Urogi grins as his talons pinched into the skin of your cheeks as he thrust in and out of your drooling mouth. “Take it! And don’t waste a drop!” With a few more deep thrusts, his hot milky seed filled your throat at such rapid speed that you had no choice but to swallow or choke.

Karaku moans loudly as his hands leave your thighs to squeeze your breasts as he felt you tighten and clench down on his cock as he found that sweet spot, pressing on his repeatedly until he felt you shaking and trembling. “Give it to me, pretty little plaything. Soak me in your juices. Let me see you make a mess like the good little slut we’re training you to be.”

You tossed your head back as you let out a loud cry. “Oh fuck!” You screamed as you came hard on Karaku’s dick, rings of cream frothing around the base as he continues to fuck you through your high. “I...I can’t. Please stop.”

Sekido grunted as he slid his cock out and pushed it in deep – stretching the tight muscles into his shape. “Shit.” He grit his fangs tightly as his claws cut into your skin once more. “Tch.” The red-eyed clone scoffs at the feeling of your blood coating his fingers. Taking his hand, he grabbed your cheek and forced your lips to part. “Suck your filthy blood off my fingers, bitch.”

The metallic taste that covered his fingertips coats your tongue as Sekido fucks into your tight hole with fast deep thrusts as Karaku’s mouth sucked on your nipples, his fang scrapping over the swell of them as his own thrust began to grow more and more sporadic.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Karaku moaned as he slammed into you once, twice, three more times before he pulled out and fists his slick covered cock. “Shit...” Cum paints your lower stomach and thighs as he finished and breathes heavily as your slick pussy lips grind over his half mast dick because of Sekido’s brutal thrusting.

Sekido grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch for him as he fucked your ass with fast, hard snaps of his hips. His cock tingled and swelled inside you as he felt his end nearing. “Slutty ass bitch. You gonna cum from me fucking and filling your ass with my seed? I bet you are.” His teeth grit from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you clean the blood off of them. “Fucking...I’m cumming. Cumming...!” He snarled as he came hard, spraying your insides with his hot cum.

You moaned like a cat in heat from the feeling of Sekido filling your tight, puckered hole – it creamed around his cock because it was so much. You collapsed on top of Karaku, chest heaving. “No...” you swallowed. “No, more.”

Karaku runs his claws soothingly over your back, his grin never leaving his face as he heard Aizetsu slowly making his way over to where you were. “But you only took three of us. There are four of us.” He reminded you as the shy blue-eyed clone pulled you up and into his arms.

Aizetsu cupped your cheek as he lifted you up against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips found yours as his tongue seeks out yours. He swallowed your muffled cries and ignored your fists as they pound against his chest. He lined his weeping cock up with your hole, lifting your hips easily.

“Wait a second, Aizetsu. I ain't get a turn to fuck her.” Urogi said as he flew over to the two of you. “Lemme have her ass.”

Hands spread your ass cheeks, cum still dripping out of the tight hole of your ass. “This ass?” Aizetsu whispered as he slid inside your pussy with one fluid movement, your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you moaned so beautifully for him. “G-go a-fuck-ahead.”

You let out a shocked gasp when the yellow-eyed avian-like demon let out a cackle as his talons wrapped around your shoulders as he lined his cock up with your still twitching hole as Aizetsu slowly thrust up into you. “No, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Aizetsu turns your face back to his, his tongue – the Kanji “sorrow” etched into the pink muscle – sliding out to lick at the tears that gathered in your eyes. “You can, pretty slayer. Aren’t we making you feel so good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, please?”

Urogi ignored your pleas and pushed the fat tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles, his knees buckling a bit. “Fuck, you’re so god damn tight. Such a horny thing.” He licked a line up your back, tasting the sweat that covered it. “You love having two cocks in your tight ass and cunt, right?”

Karaku felt left out and walked over to where his counterparts were and grabbed your hand. “C’mon pretty slayer, touch me too.” Wrapping your fingers around his cock, he used the movements from the other two thrusting up onto you to fuck your fist. 

You wrapped your other arm around Urogi’s neck, nails digging into his back as he and Aizetsu pound into you. You could tell the difference between the two by the pace. Aizetsu was slow, methodical and careful – building up an orgasm out of you. While Urogi fucked into you at an animalistic pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. Your mouth dropped open into a series of drawn out curses, nails digging into Urogi’s back as the other squeezed Karaku’s cock.

“Oi, human!” Sekido growled out, not liking that he was the one left out now. “You got one more hole, let me–” He started to take a step towards them, his cock bobbing as he moved when all three of his counterparts glared at him.

“We wanna hear her.” They growled. The sounds of your moans were like the sweetest of sounds to their ears and they wanted to hear it more and more.

Aizetsu angled his hips so that his thrusts were deep, the thick tip fucking against your cervix with each precise thrust. His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of your pussy quivering around him. “Please. Need for you to tell me that I’m making you feel good, slayer. I need to hear it.”

Each word of his last sentence was punctuated by a deep thrust and your head fell back against Urogi’s shoulder. “Fuck! You’re making me feel so fucking good.” You gave into the hypnotic spell Aizetsu was lulling you into with his gentle and tender touches.

Urogi laughed as he picked up speed, his balls starting to tighten with the threat of his release. “You’re damn right we are.” His feathers ruffled when your nails dig into the skin between them. “H-hey...” He mewled. “Not the wings.” The avian-like demon lets out a screen when your hand grabs the downy feathers near the base of his wings. A shudder goes down his spine as his dick swelled inside you as it began to paint your walls with his thick cum. “Fucking dammit...” 

Karaku watched as Urogi fell to his knees, his cock popping out of you as he did so. Aizetsu took that time to turn you around, hands wrapping under your thighs so that he could easily lift you up and down on his cock. “Don’t mind if I do.” He shoved the yellow-eyed clone out of the way as his lips attached to your clit.

The scream you let out was like music to them as Sekido begrudgingly walked over to use your hand to stroke his cock to completion. Your other hand wrapped around Aizetsu’s neck as you moaned those sweet sounding cries in his ear, encouraging him that he was still making you feel good. His lips nuzzled your ear as his voice rumbled, “Cum for me. Let me feel you soak my cock. That way I really know I’m making you feel good.”

“Yeah, our pretty plaything. Cum for Aizetsu and let me taste it. You can squirt, right?” His tongue swirled on your clit, teasing it with the tip as the blue-eyed clone thrust into you so deeply that your body jerked, hand tightening around Sekido’s cock.

“Fucking shit, bitch.” Sekido cursed, the tip drooling with pre as he felt his balls draw up, the telltale sign that he was about to cum. He fucked your fist faster, the slick sounds of it echoing in his ear. Sekido lets out another grunt before he spilt his seed, coating the top of your fist with it. “Making me cum like that...you’re such a whore...” he panted.

Aizetsu bounced you on his cock, determined to make you cum – to make you squirt so hard you passed out from the pleasure. His fangs grazed over the shell of your ear before he stuck his tongue in your ear as he felt you tighten up on his length. “Just let go and be our plaything.” He whispered.

Your back arched like a cat as you felt your thighs tremble, clit throbbing on Karaku's greedy tongue. Your chest heaved as your body convulsed, cumming hard, squirting – the hot clear liquid drenching Karaku’s face and dripping down Aizetsu’s thighs.

“Good fucking girl.” The green-eyed clone praised after he swallowed what he was able to catch on his tongue.

Aizetsu let out a whine as he trailed his tongue down the length of your neck before biting down gently on your pulse point. His thrust sped up until he was pounding into your soaked pussy. “Oh fuck. Oh shit...” He whimpered, tongue lapping at your pulse as he felt his cock twitching. He wasn’t to last much longer. “Gonna cum. Gonna cream this pussy. Say that’s what you want. Please tell me you want my cum.”

In your hazy fucked out mind, anything he said sounded heavenly. You mewled out weakly, “Want your cum. Give it to me.”

No sooner than those words left your throat, Aizetsu gave you a few more deep, cervix kissing thrusts before his hot cum spilled over inside your needy cunt. “Take it. Take it all.” He whined out as he fucked it deeper into you. “You’re our plaything now.”

Even you had to agree, You’ve become the plaything of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu – no, the four clones, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, and Aizetsu.

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The Scare

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gf!reader

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Angst (ooooo, my first time writing angst), comfort, break in, attempted kidnapping, simon in ghost mode, graves being a pussy, simon being a good bf

Summary: You thought it was Simon, he had come home early from his mission, but there were 2 pairs of footsteps walking around your home.

Everyone knew Lieutenant Riley was cold. He was ruthless, cruel, heartless, and so much more. 

But there was one thing that made him soft. One person. 

You. 

Barely anyone knew that the Lieutenant had picked himself up a hot little thing and managed to keep her. The two of you had been together for 3 years now and he was so close to proposing. He was ready to spend his life with you. He was ready to make you his and give you his last name. 

But what happens when someone who shouldn’t know about you finds out about you?

***

Graves knew. Somehow he knew. He mentioned your name to Simon, “Ghost, that is not nice. How would your pretty little (Y/N) think of that?”

Simon shivered. 

And then he realised. 

Graves was coming for you.

***

You were curled up in bed, music playing in the background as you read one of your favourite romance books Simon had bought you. The lights were off, a single three-wick Bath and Body Works candle on your bedside table. It was peaceful. Cosy. 

You were on the 15th chapter before you head footsteps and your front door opening. 

Simon isn’t supposed to be home yet.

You check your phone. 

Simon would’ve messaged if he was coming home.

There was no message. And he wouldn’t surprise you like this. 

You sit up, turning off the music. The footsteps are doubled. There’s two people. 

Simon wouldn’t come home with someone else. This wasn’t Simon walking around your apartment. 

With trembling hands, you reach for Simon’s hidden knife, concealed under his side of the bed. You clutch in it a sweaty palm, silent praying that the person walking around your apartment is a friend, not a foe. The footsteps get closer. You take a deep breath.

The doorknob jiggles. Your anxiety skyrockets. There’s murmurs before a foot hits the door. 

1 kick…

2 kicks…

3 kicks before the door finally busts open, shattering the lock. 2 men, dressed in black military uniform, hold up their guns to aim for your head. You suck in a breath. 

“That her?” The first man asks. 

“Think so. She fits the description,” the other one responds.

You shiver. They barely acknowledge you as they speak. 

One of them steps closer to you, reaching for the knife in your hand. You strike, stabbing his wrist through the jacket he wears. He yells, “Bitch stabbed me!”

He pushes you, reaching down to grab his wrist, pulling out the knife. The other one walks over while you’re distracted, talking a hold of your arms and tying them behind your back. You yell before you hear the sound of duct tape ripping. Within seconds, there’s a piece over your mouth. You try to yell. No use.

They begin to speak to each other fast, so fast you can barely catch their words. 

Help me…

The one you stabbed wraps up his wrist with a cloth, before picking up your legs. The other picks up your torso. 

You thrash around in their arms, trying to get free as you kick the one you stabbed, He holds your feet together with one hand, barking out a quick, “Stop it!”

He has an American accent, you notice. They carry you out of your bedroom as you continue to thrash around. They almost make it to the front door. 

But the door is wide open. And in the door frame stands a tree of a man, face covered by a mask of a skull. 

Simon…

Your eyes fill with tears of joy. 

Simon’s eyes are as dark as the night as he stares at the scene. 

The men immediately drop you, making you hit your head on the floor, a cry of pain dropping from your lips. Your vision goes blurry as you hear Simon step closer, fists clenched. 

You roll over onto your side, trying to get your hands out of their bonds, trying to grab your head to ease the pain. You suck in a sharp breath. Your vision stays blurry, barely making out the black blobs fighting in front of you. 

From the blobs you see, the one with the mask is bigger. And he’s winning. 

You think… 

One of the men drop down next to you, a new red blob on the ground making it’s way into your vision. You count to fifteen before the other man drops down too. 

You count to eight before you feel a hand pull the duct tape off your mouth. You let out a loud sob of relief. Simon…

He unties your wrists, gently massaging them as you roll over again, grabbing your head. You close your eyes as you let out cries of pain. 

It hurts. Your wrists hurt. Your mouth hurts. 

But the pain in your head is indescribable. It shoots from the back to the front, meeting at the centre of your forehead. It shoots back. And then back to the front again. And back again. And front again. And over and over. 

You can barely hear your cries anymore over the feeling of pain. 

A pair of arms pick you up bridal style, as if you weigh nothing. The black blob holding you takes you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed. The blob walks away again. 

You count to thirty before it-he-returns, holding an ice pack, a glass of water, and a few advil pills. He sits on the edge of the bed, setting down the items. 

He takes off his mask, vest, gear, and everything else until nothing remains but a shirt and his tactical pants. Simon tips up your chin, placing one of the pills on your tongue, pushing it back with some water. “Swallow.”

You do as he says. 

A deep exhale leaves your body. 

He presses the ice pack to your head. “How bad is i’? Do I need to call a’ ambulance?” 

“N-no…” you blink back tears.

“You sure, lovie? ‘t was a bad fall,” he sighs, smiling sadly at you. “‘m so sorry ‘is happened to ya. Ya are the most important thin’ to me and Graves, bitch that ‘e is, took advantage of tha’. Soap and Gaz ‘re in the kitchen, gettin’ rid of the garbage. Tol’ them not to come in ‘ere. Ya need rest, okay? Bu’ don’ fall ‘sleep, ya migh’ have a concussion.” 

You nod to the best of your ability. He takes a hold of your hand, kissing your wrist. “‘M so so so sorry. Ya didn’ deserve ‘hat, okay? Ya so perfec’ and special to me…”

He looks down at the bloody knife on the ground.

“Ya try to protec’ yourself?” You nod in response to his words. “Good girl. Ya atleas’ did some damage…slowed them down enough jus’ in time for me to get ‘ere.” 

“Ho-how did you know I w-was in…” you don’t bother to finish your sentence. 

“Graves sai’ ya name to me. I took a guess ‘e was gone go for ya. Rushed here with the other three. They gone go on the mission without me. Need to stay ‘ere, make sure ya okay.” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile, softly. 

“Thank you…Si…” you nod. “For everything.”

“Always gone be there to save ya,” He nods. “When ya get bette’, I gone teach ya how to properly use that knife…and a few more things, just in case.”

“Sounds good, Si,” you hold back a giggle. 

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Oh, Baby

Summary: When Dean is cursed on a hunt and turned into a baby, the reader has to take care of him along with Sam. Dean however, is a bit more adult than they might realize...

Pairing: Baby!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,500ish

Warnings: language

“Nice job, Sam,” you said, Sam sighing in relief.

“I think she was trying to hex me before I put her down,” said Sam, shaking his head. You hummed, glancing around and pursing your lips. “Where’s Dean?”

“We split up. I thought he came back to you,” you said.

“I thought he was with you,” said Sam. You both took off in opposite directions, combing through different rooms of the house. You were in the kitchen when you heard a baby start to cry somewhere. You opened a door and saw it go down to a basement. You had your gun out, following the sound as it got louder, finding an infant shouting it’s head off in the middle of the room.

“S’okay, baby,” you said, shoving your gun away and picking him up off the cold floor. “You’re alright. The witch is gone and...”

You noticed a lump of clothes nearby, Dean’s navy jacket and his gun in the pile. You stared at the six month old in front of you, wet green eyes staring at you.

“No, baby. No, you aren’t...” you said, the baby scrunching up his face before he was crying again. “Dean?”

He stilled for a moment, recognizing his name but he started crying again and burrowed himself into your jacket collar.

“Okay. It’s okay. We’ll fix it Dean. Stop crying baby. We’ll fix it.”

“Sam,” you said, sitting in the backseat of Baby with Dean an hour later, Sam trying to install a baby seat in the back. “Sam! Hurry up!”

“What?” said Sam, glaring at you, Dean shouting even louder. “Dean! Stop crying!”

“Don’t shout at him, he’s a baby,” you said. “Get that damn seat together so he can get some sleep.”

“He’s shouting his head off and it’s not exactly helping,” said Sam, fiddling with a strap. You managed to get Dean in a diaper, any attempts at finding an adult stuck in that tiny body not resulting in anything beside Dean recognizing his name. “Put him in some clothes. He’s probably cold.”

“Well hand me the bag with the onesie’s in it then,” you said, Dean yelling some more. “Dean, baby. Please calm down.”

“I got it,” said Sam, clipping something in place. He took Dean from you and got an earful, Sam strapping Dean in as he kicked his legs. “Dude. Relax. Here.”

Sam leaned into the front seat and grabbed a bag, shoving a little blanket over Dean and tucking it in, Dean calming right down and conking out like a light.

“Finally,” said Sam, grabbing the bag and shoving it in the back. “Let’s get home so we can get this figured out.”

“Hi Dean,” you said softly the next morning, Dean grabbing his toes in the makeshift crib you’d made out of a laundry basket. “Good morning.”

He scrunched up his face as you caught the smell, wiping at your nose.

“Okay so you’re really like a baby,” you said, picking him up and setting him on your bed. You got a towel under him and some wipes, gagging when you plucked off the diaper. Dean wasn’t crying so far which was an improvement but he got red in the face when you tried to put a fresh one on. “Dean, you have to wear it.”

He tried to pout and you sat next to him, running a hand over his head.

“Agg!” he said, kicking his feet.

“Are you an adult in there?” you asked. Dean seemed to ignore you, staring up at the ceiling. “Or do you really think you’re a baby?”

“Neither,” said Sam, knocking on the door frame as he came in. “I figured out the spell. He’s a baby in most senses of the word. He likely only remembers us as family and that we’ll take care of him. But he’s not arguing that he doesn’t want to wear a diaper because he’s adult Dean. He just doesn’t want to wear one right now...I think.”

“How long is he going to be like this?” you said, Dean grabbing hold of your finger and sucking on it. Sam swallowed and stared at his feet. “Sam.”

“...Six months,” said Sam.

“Six fucking months!” you said, Dean dropping your hand and starting to cry. “Sam we can’t take care of a baby for six months. We’re damn hunters.”

“We’ll have to figure something out,” said Sam.

“I don’t know how to take care of him though,” you said. “I can change a diaper but I don’t know how to feed him or-”

“We’ll buy some parenting books I guess,” said Sam, staring at Dean. “I have some other news you won’t be happy about.”

“What?” you said.

“Jody called. She needs backup on a hunt,” said Sam.

“One of us has to stay here with him,” you said.

“Can you stay?” said Sam. “I ran out this morning and got more stuff for Dean but...he doesn’t cry as much around you.”

“Fine but if I call you better answer your phone. Better yet, give it to Jody, she was a mom,” you said.

“I know,” said Sam, walking inside, putting a hand on Dean’s head. “Be good for Y/N. We’ll try to figure out how to make this as painless as possible.”

By the time you got Dean in a diaper and a onesie, Sam had already headed out. You carried Dean on your hip to the kitchen, finding the jars of baby food and instant formula Sam had bought, Dean giggling as you sat him in a high chair at the counter.

“Well you sound like you’re in a better mood,” you said with a smile, picking up the different jars, finding some sweet potatoes and swirling it up before you set it in front of Dean. You turned around and grabbed a frozen breakfast sandwich from the freezer, tossing it in the microwave.

“Afba agah uf,” said Dean. You turned around, Dean staring at the jar and then you.

“I’m so sorry, you can’t feed yourself,” you said, shaking your head as your grabbed the little spoon and held it to his mouth. “Go ahead, Dean.”

Dean shook his head, pointing at the sandwich you were making.

“No, that’s adult food Dean. You can’t have that,” you said. Dean blinked at you slowly and you swore you saw an eye roll in there. “Dean...are you really a baby?”

He shook his head again, your eyes wide.

“Okay. After breakfast, I’m going to look into that spell Sam found some more. Maybe he missed something,” you said. Dean stared at you, blinking a few times.

Then he spit up all over himself.

“Did you just throw up?” you said, Dean shaking his head again. “Do you have any idea what I’m saying?”

Dean shook his head, patting his hand on his tray.

“Oh course not. Well...might as well feed you like this in case you make another mess.”

“Dude,” you said, Dean giggling on the floor of the bathroom. “You got potato in my hair. I don’t even…”

Dean laughed as he looked up at you, shirt covered in baby food.

“I’m glad you find this hilarious,” you said, peeling off your shirt. You grabbed the little tub meant for washing babies one and under and filled it with warm water. Dean wasn’t sure what to make of it when you sat him in it but he started splashing and he had a big smile on his face.

You used way too much soap, accidentally squirting an adult size amount in your hand but Dean didn’t mind that you had to dump out his soapy water for fresh. When you finished with him, you wrapped him up in a big towel, Dean leaning back in the thing and practically falling asleep on the bathroom floor. You kept an eye on him as you took a quick shower, Dean still passed out once you took care of yourself.

“I really hope this doesn’t take six months.”

Dean’s POV

Pretty much the only reason I wasn’t shouting was because it freaked Y/N out. I’d tried earlier in the day to make her understand that I was a full fledged adult trapped in an infants body and she’d almost caught on but she misunderstood. Throwing up was inevitable with how awful that baby food crap tasted and now we were back to square one.

I didn’t want to act like a baby. I didn’t feel like a baby. But stuff just happened on its own. One minute I’m sitting there, the next I’m wrapped up in a towel in the bathroom with no idea what happened in between.

Y/N was drying herself off after her shower, giving me cautious glances every few seconds while I sat there. Fuck, this was awful.

“What’s with the grumpy face?” she asked, kneeling down next to me. “Do you have to go potty? Do you want your diaper on again?”

Diaper? I’d worn a diaper already? Oh hell no. I was not dealing with that for a day let alone six months.

“Okay, okay,” she said, shushing me and picking me up. I tried to squirm but she sighed and started to walk out of the bathroom and to our room. She threw her towel down on the bed and put me on top, moving around the room before she pulled out a baby shirt. It wasn’t a onesie at least but I would have preferred something with less fire trucks.

She set it it down next to me, cocking her head before she ripped off the tag and undid the bottom clasps, a sigh out of me making her smile.

“Well they didn’t have any black or flannel so we had to settle for the trucks. Unless you wanted kittens and puppies,” she said with a smile. I shook my head, Y/N, laughing. “I know, you want some clothes on. One second little dude.”

She turned around again, dropping something on the other side of the bed I couldn’t see.

Next thing I knew I was being picked up by the legs and when I sat back down, there was something soft there.

“I am not wearing one of those!” I shouted, the words translating to some sort of very loud and high pitched shriek. Y/N blinked a few times and rubbed her ears. I yelled at her again that at least I had control over that function thank God. At least I was pretty sure I did.

“Do you think this is fun for me?” she said, hands on her hips. “Please stop screaming at me. I have to do this.”

She sounded so...off. So already beaten down. I closed my eyes and relented. Maybe after a little while she’d figure out I didn’t need it and we’d figure out some kind of bathroom signal.

God this was going to suck.

Eight Hours Later

“Dean, you haven’t gone to the bathroom all day,” she said, cocking her head at me after dinner, kneeling next to the crib she was forcing me to sleep in. “Are you sick?”

I grumbled at her, trying to say I really had to take a leak and she hadn’t gotten a single message that I was this close to losing it.

“Do you have a fever?” she asked, putting her hand on my forehead. “Sam bought one of those baby thermometers I think.”

“I need to take a piss! That’s what’s wrong!” I said, glaring at her as she stood up.

“Again, screaming does not help,” she said, looking around the room. “Just...stay right there. I’m gonna go see if it was the food I gave you.”

She walked out of the room and I about lost it. I couldn’t get out of this damn thing without help and I was not going to…

“You’re fucking kidding me,” I said, glaring at my lap. “Stupid infant body and I only went because my body forced it and Y/N! Get me out of this thing!”

Y/N came rushing back in at my screams, frowning when she saw how mad I was.

“Oh, you went!” she said. “Maybe you were just shy.”

“Shy my ass!” I shouted, pointing at my lap, instead whacking myself in the leg.

“You’re a very angry baby,” she said, picking me up and moving me over to the changing table she set up. I was glad to be out of the wet one but I most certainly was not going back in one.

I kicked when she tried to move me again, hitting her in the face.

“Ow. Dean,” she said, holding her hand over her nose, pulling it away and a little trickle of blood coming out. She wiped it away with a tissue but more came out.

And for some reason I had to start sniffling. Of fucking course. Did I feel bad? Yes. But it was not a cry worthy occasion and now she was picking me up and telling me it was okay.

“Calm down. It was an accident,” she said, rubbing up and down my back. “I still love you, Dean.”

I leaned back as best I could to look at her, Y/N smiling at me.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” she said. “Just like I know you’d take care of me if I got stuck as a baby.”

“Y/N,” I groaned.

“Okay, okay. I know the diaper pisses you off. How about we make a deal? Daytime, no diaper. I’ll take you every couple of hours to the bathroom. But if we have to go out or at night, you have to wear it, just because you might have to go and I can’t get you to one in time,” she said. “First accident though and it goes on all the time. Agree?”

I nodded, that plan sounding much better.

“I wonder how much of you is an adult in there…” she said. “You can hold it I’m guessing...maybe that’s why you hated your baby food.”

I made a face, Y/N laughing at me.

“Okay. As soon as your teeth come in, you can have some fruit and other stuff,” she said.

I frowned, rubbing my hand up to my mouth, wincing when I realized she had a point.

“Don’t worry babe. Your teeth will start to come in soon I’m sure.”

“Sup Dean?” said Sam, smiling at me when he finally came home. I wanted to yell at him to go give Y/N a break but I hadn’t quite figured out how to spit out the pacifier in my mouth yet.

“Oh, let him watch his cartoons. He’s starting to teeth and that pacifier is his new best friend,” she said.

I narrowed my eyes at her, Y/N giving it right back.

“Is that a potty face?” you asked. I shook my head, Sam wearing a big smile. “Don’t get your hopes up. Being able to hold it and an affinity for pie flavored foods are the only adult things I’ve been able to concretely confirm.”

“It’s only been a week,” said Sam, sitting down next to me. I rolled my eyes, trying to shift away but he pulled me into his lap. “You hanging in there?”

“I hate this. I hate you. I hate everything,” I mumbled under the pacifier, Sam chuckling as he bounced me on his knee.

“He doesn’t like that,” said Y/N, Sam pulling me off his knee to lay back in lap instead. “So how was the hunt?”

“A pain. I’m glad to be back,” said Sam, stretching back on the floor.

“Uh, be careful with him,” said Y/N.

“I’m just taking a quick nap,” said Sam.

“She’s worried about you crushing me, doofus,” I mumbled, Sam sighing as he sat up with me. He picked me off the ground, way higher than Y/N did and I instantly clung to him. The pacifier fell out of my mouth when my jaw dropped, something I’d have to try to remember, and Y/N was instantly over.

“Give him here,” she said, Sam handing me off, Y/N bending down to grab the pacifier and give it back to me. “He got scared. New stuff you have to go slow.”

“He knows I wouldn’t hurt him,” said Sam.

“He knows but...like he goes full blown baby sometimes and you have to slow down. Most of the time he’s just grumpy and wants to watch TV,” she said. “There’s a learning curve to him.”

“Sorry,” said Sam. I sighed when Y/N handed me back but then I sort of liked it, getting to be tall again. “So...what do you do for fun, Dean?”

“Seriously? Jackass,” I mumbled, Sam tickling my stomach.

“That’s a cute little sound,” said Sam, cocking his head. “You smell funny.”

“He needs a bath,” you said, sitting on the couch. “Would you mind giving him one?”

“No!” I shouted, shaking my head, spitting out the pacifier again.

“Uh, does he not like baths?” asked Sam.

“No, it’s one of the few things he likes actually,” you said. “Do you want me to show Sam first?”

I sighed but nodded. Y/N needed the break and it wasn’t like I hadn’t done all this crap for Sam when he was little.

Ten minutes later I was in the tub, surprised at how gentle Sam was.

“Does he sleep through the night?” asked Sam, wiping a cloth down over my hair.

“He does. I don’t,” you said.

Oh boy. This again.

“Trying to research still?” asked Sam.

“Yeah. I’m paranoid something’s going to happen to him all the time and it’s my fault he’s stuck like this. I shouldn’t have let him go off by himself,” you said.

“Stop being stupid. I’m a grown man, or at least was. We did that hunt exactly how we were supposed to. By the way, I’m fine. I’ve started to figure out his crawling thing so don’t worry about me,” I said.

“What the blabbering little guy just said,” said Sam.

“You understood me?” I said, Sam seeming to ignore the comment. “Oh. You said blabbering. Don’t mind me. I’ll just sit here and make squeaking noises for your entertainment.”

“Someone is talkative today,” said Y/N, a relieved little smile on her face. “I’m happy Sam’s home too. But we should get you out before you get too pruny. Sam, you can learn the joy of getting him into his pajamas.”

“Oh, I can’t wait.”

The Next Day

“What happened?” said Y/N. Good. She was home and she could yell at Sam properly.

“He had an accident and then he started yelling and he got even louder when I put him in a diaper. He hasn’t been quiet since,” said Sam.

“Dean, I know we had a deal but you had an accident. I think you’re too little to-“

“It was his fault,” I yelled, pointing at Sam. “He forgot to...I will destroy you both if you-“

“When’s the last time you took him to the bathroom?” she asked Sam.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Has he gone since I took him at breakfast?” she asked. Sam looked away and thankfully Y/N was getting with the program. “You have to take him Sam. Of course he had an accident. His bladder isn’t as big as yours.”

“I don’t get why he just doesn’t wear the diapers,” said Sam.

“I will kick your ass when I’m big again Sam,” I growled, Y/N settling me on her hip.

“He doesn’t like them and you upset him. This is a baby but it’s Dean too. If there’s a shred of adult in there, we’re going to try to make him feel like himself,” she said.

“Best fucking girlfriend ever. I so owe you,” I said, leaning down to give her a hug.

“Well...don’t piss on me again,” grumbled Sam.

“Maybe now you learned your lesson.”

Three Months Later

“Hi Dean,” said Y/N when I crawled over. “What’s up?”

“Guess what I figured out how to do,” I said, grabbing her leg and standing up, able to take a few shaky steps on my own before falling on my butt. “I’m mobile.”

“Well look at you! You’re growing up all over again,” she said, scooping me up to sit in her lap. “We made it halfway there. Just another few months and you’ll be big again.”

“Trust me, I’m counting the days. Figuratively I mean since telling time is a bit hard right now but you know what I mean,” I said, Y/N humming. “Uh oh. That’s the bad hum.”

“Don’t worry, Dean,” she said. “Sammy’s just checking on a last ditch effort. I’m not getting my hopes up is all. Besides, you and I are going to have my favorite thing right now.”

“It’s nap time,” I said, grunting when I started to get carried. “At least this part isn’t too bad.”

Something was off when I woke up twenty minutes later. Y/N had her head in her hands and was crying on the bed.

“Sam,” she said into her phone. “You said six months.”

“Rowena is going to work on a counterspell to get it to reverse back,” he said.

“But she only has three months left or else he’s gonna he a baby permanently. I don’t want to raise my boyfriend. I’m barely keeping it together,” she said.

“Rowena is the best witch there is. She’ll figure out what the other witch did,” said Sam. “Just try not to let Dean see you upset or he’ll think something’s wrong.”

“Too late for that,” she said, moving her hands away, looking over at me with a sigh. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“So I’m fucked,” I said, trying to cross my legs in the crib but making no progress. “Fuck.”

“Dean,” she said. She picked me up and gave me a hug, wiping her face off when she pulled back. “Don’t worry. I will always take care of you. Big or small.”

“I really hope Rowena can figure this out.”

Three Months Later (Almost)

“Big day today Dean,” said Y/N, rubbing her hand over my head.

“Yeah. In about an hour I’m a baby for good and I’m sort of thinking that means I’m going full baby mode and I’m gonna forget everything and everyone and how to even talk…” I said, Y/N shushing me.

“Don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry,” she said. “And if things go south today...don’t be scared because we got you.”

“How’s he holding up?” asked Sam, Y/N giving him a sad smile. “He has to understand if he’s so upset.”

“I know. I know part of him is an adult in there,” said Y/N. “Rowena’s in the library sweetie and she’s going to keep working as long as we got left.”

“I think I’ve got it,” said Rowena, rushing into the kitchen. “I need materials though.”

Sam took off with her, both of them taking far too long in my opinion. Y/N eventually plopped me down in the high chair in the library, Rowena shoving a mixture in a bowl at Y/N.

“He has to drink it,” she said.

“Dean, don’t throw this up,” said Y/N, tilting the bowl, some of it dribbling down my face. “Get a damn bottle. Now!”

“Come on. At least a sippy cup, not the stupid bottles again,” I grumbled, Y/N taking one from Sam, pouring the slop inside and twisting the cap on.

“For once, do not fuss with this thing,” she said, putting the bottle to my lips. I wanted to scoff at her but she squeezed it and liquid flooded my mouth. It tasted awful and she just kept squeezing more in, forcing me to swallow. I drank most of the bottle down as a timer went off, all three of them jumping about a foot back.

I peeled open an eye, bottle hanging from my mouth and ass currently sat on the floor and pieces of broken high chair.

“Dean?” asked Sam. I spit the bottle out and stood up, blinking down at myself.

“Excuse me but I’ve had to piss the last two hours,” I said, moving past them all for the bathroom, ripping the obnoxious baby outfit off and sitting down. “Oh, I never thought I’d be so happy to be using the bathroom again.”

Reader POV

“Hey, Dean?” you said, walking into the bathroom, Dean currently walking around the space in a pair of boxers, happy as could be. “You doing okay? All adult in there again?”

“Yes. Thankfully,” said Dean. “I’m just enjoying things like brushing my own teeth and shaving and oh yeah, I can actually talk again.”

“So how much-”

“I understood everything. I acted a lot like a baby whether I wanted to or not but I understood it all,” said Dean. “Thank you so fucking much for not making me use the damn diapers.”

“Well...I figured there was some of you in there,” you said. “Sorry about the bottles. And baby food. And pacifier. And the onesies.”

“Eh, they grow on you,” he said with a shrug. “I wasn’t a very well behaved baby.”

“You kept out of trouble for the most part,” you said, wrapping your arms around him, so glad to have him back to his normal size.

“I want a burger and steak and sweet potato fries,” said Dean.

“Okay. You can have all that,” you said with a laugh. “You can even drive to the store if you want.”

“Oh, I am looking forward to it.”

[lazycats-stuff]

What about Batfam x male reader where the reader was actually the first child Bruce adopted and he was the practice child. He hated growing io because Bruce had really no idea what to do and then the other kids came along and now Bruce kinda understood what to do. He hates family time because he never felt like family, he was just some doll the others could practice on so later they wouldn't make mistakes. And i imagine at some point they snap. I feel like what if Damian brought over Jon for dinner and Jon was like "oh I thought Dick's the oldest, you never told me about (reader)" and reader just slams down their fist and goes to their room. At this point the rest of the family try to comfort them but the reader only screams about how they never were a son or bother, they were only a practice doll for them to use and then throw away

This has angst written all over it... Ah. Angst train it seems... Also, I think I changed the end a bit, but that's fine...

Summary: (Y/N) was nothing but a test child for Bruce. He finally lets them have it

Warnings: angst, resentment, author sucks at angst, but hey, I tried, yelling, mentions of anxiety, the fam is trying, (Y/N) is mad beyond belief, implications of child neglect... If you can call it child neglect.

(Y/N) (L/N) was the oldest member of the Wayne family and the first child that Bruce had adopted. (Y/N) didn't have a good life at all before he met Bruce. (Y/N) could also argue that Bruce didn't treat him well as well, since being emotionally unavailable is not a good trait to have when you have children.

As the years went by, he hated growing up in the manor and with Bruce. He had food, a roof over his head and some sort of education. But that wasn't enough. The feeling of resentment that (Y/N) had has only grown as the years went by.

The feeling of being a test to Bruce, to see what he need to improve made his blood boil. He was a test pancake for Bruce and some sort of feedback to Bruce. It made (Y/N) mad beyond. Bruce could have gotten his shit straight when he started to have him as his legal child.

(Y/N) wished that he could forget everything about Bruce. About the family too. Even before Dick came, resentment building up in him nearly exploded. Looking back, he should have exploded on Bruce and Dick... Maybe even punch them. Maybe he should have done it.

When Dick came, (Y/N) saw signs that Bruce was improving, but he didn't show that to (Y/N). Years went by and Damian came. To say that Damian pretended that (Y/N) didn't exist is an understatement. (Y/N) tried to get closer to Damian, but Damian always pushed him away. (Y/N) took the signs and gave up, sadness and anger boiling inside of him. But he did observe Damian and Dick. In matter of a few days, they were close.

Dick did it without even trying.

So, (Y/N) has decided to alienate himself from the family, at least until he gets enough money to leave. Thankfully, the resentment towards Bruce and the rest of the family made him even put everything he had in school, even though no one cared about it. He had straight As and he was on his way to go to college that was far away from here. He knows that he can do it.

Even as Tim and Jason came, (Y/N) tried to be close to them, but none of them cared. None. (Y/N)'s solace became his own room and would avoid the family at all costs until it was time to eat where he had to step out. That only solidified the fact that he was going to leave as soon as possible.

Either way, he just had to alienate himself and move out. Then, everyone in the house would be happy.

However, everything would turn on its head when Damian would bring his boyfriend Jon over to meet the family and by default (Y/N). If only (Y/N) knew what would happen.

Dinner rolled around and came down to eat. He didn't expect to see Jon, but was nice to introduce himself to Jon, trying to be nice and just get this stupid dinner over with. He put some food on his plate and just ate in silence while everyone else talked.

He listened to bits and pieces and just stayed silent. He finished his plate quickly and pushed it away and sipped at his water, just being polite and getting ready to leave back at his room.

" Damian, you didn't tell me anything about (Y/N)... I thought that Dick was oldest of the brothers. " Jon said and (Y/N) froze.

Damian didn't tell Jon about him...

(Y/N)'s anger boiled over and he slammed his fist into the table before standing up quickly, knocking the chair over. Everyone got startled at the actions and watched in silence as (Y/N) left the dining room.

After a few seconds they all jumped into action, trying to stop (Y/N) to comfort him. (Y/N) slammed the door of his room shut, locking to make sure no one could enter, before he broke down on his bed. He hugged his pillow and sobbed into it.

It shouldn't hurt like this. He should have been stronger than this. Not cry over them.

" (Y/N), please open the door. " Bruce said through the door.

" Please, we just want to talk. " Dick added and (Y/N) snapped at that, anger boiling over once again.

" Talk?! TALK?! Stop acting like you care! " (Y/N) yelled at the top of his lungs.

" We do care. " Jason started.

" You don't give a single flying damn about me! I was never a son or a brother to anyone! I was only a test toy to Bruce so he could see what he could fucking improve! I was never a fucking brother either! Damian fucking proved it! " (Y/N) yelled at the top of his lungs, tears streaming down his face.

Everyone stayed silent and (Y/N) sobbed his heart out. Damian swallowed hardly, realizing what he did and how that hurt (Y/N) deeply. Maybe he shouldn't have...

Everyone glanced at each other. They stayed silent as they listened to (Y/N)'s sobs. Just how much pain did they brought up onto him?

" (Y/N), look- " Bruce started and (Y/N) screamed again.

" Don't you dare care right now! I'm moving out in a few days anyway and I don't need your pity or apology! " (Y/N) yelled, trying to wipe the never ending stream of tears.

" Moving out?! " Bruce yelled, eyes wide in shock. He know he has no right to tell (Y/N) what to do, but something flared up in Bruce. " No, you're not moving out! You are going to stay put because we have to solve this problem! "

" Are you shitting me Bruce?! Work things out?! "

" I'm not shitting you! I have to make things right with you! You are my son too! " Bruce yelled through the door.

" I don't give a single damn about any of you! "

Bruce took a deep breath, trying not to explode. He knows he has no right to be angry, but (Y/N) was still his son. " (Y/N), I am your dad and we will solve this problem. "

" We won't solves shit Bruce! "

" (Y/N), please, " Tim started, but (Y/N) cut him off. " Shut up Tim! "

Tim bit the inside of his cheek and stepped back.

" (Y/N), " Jason started, " You need to calm down, you'll give yourself a heart attack. "

(Y/N) wanted to scream even more, but he felt like he was going to die from this situation.

" Shut up, all of you! "

Now Dick started. " (Y/N), we may have been bad brothers- "

" May have?! You were- No, you are the worst brothers! " (Y/N) yelled and clenched his fists as he started facing around the room.

Dick sighed and stepped back. At the moment, everyone knew that (Y/N) talking to them without yelling at them and more importantly, he needed to calm down first.

But with how much anger and resentment there is, it is going to take a while.

" Lets leave (Y/N) alone for a while. He needs to be alone for now. " Bruce said and gently moved everyone away from (Y/N)'s doors, who was inside, trying to breathe more normally. He felt like he was going to jump out of his skin in the next few moments. He calmed down after a while, but he was still anxious beyond belief.

Unfortunately, the threat of moving out is just a threat and not a promise. (Y/N) sighed as he sat down on his bed. It was a stupid move to say that while he didn't have everything secure yet. Stupid.

(Y/N) went to the bathroom and washed his face and drank some water, to soothe his soon to be sore throat. It won't be nice to talk in a few hours.

Either way, it's better than leaving this room in order to face his siblings and dad. No, they are just roommates here, until (Y/N) can move out and just finally cut them out of his life.

[nosyrobin]

What if the superson trio swapped bodys like superman, batman and stargirl did in justice league action?

“Swapped bodies”

Summary: swapping bodies was the worst thing ever to happen to the future trinity of heroes.

Pair: Superson trio

“Ugh! Catch him Robin!” Wonderboy yells, flying with superboy who trying to reach Mr Mxyzptlk who keeps swerving in the air. Robin clicks his tongue in distaste at the impatient Amazon. “What do you think I’m doing you brute.” Robin sasses as he keeps his eyes on the imp. He was on a roof, readying his grapple before Y/N spotted him. Y/N picked Robin up who “tt” at the male. Mr Mxyzptlk sticks his tongue out at the ten year olds. Superboy frowns, “Hey. That’s not nice dude.” Mr Mxyzptlk smirks. “If you think that’s not nice, then get a load of this!”

The imp randomly has a bender in front of the children, the flying boys stop. You still held Robin in your arms who was ready to aim his grapple right there. But sadly the imp had already put his action into phase as the souls of you and the supersons got sucked in the blender. Mr Mxyzptlk laughed his head off, seeing the ten year old boys scream and get their souls swapped. As the imp poofs away, laughing. The souls enter their not rightful place.

Y/N opened his eyes to see he was still flying, but turned his head to see that his body was holding Damian. Or was it Damian? “What the?!” Jon yells looking at the Amazon male. They had swapped bodies. And Damian doesn’t know how to fly, making him fall with a yell with Jon still in his arms. “Damnit!” Y/N yells, he immediately swooped down and held the two boys by their waist. “I hate this.” “Me too Prince.”

At the bat cave, Y/N were in Jon’s body, Jon was in Damian’s body, and Damian was in his body. Y/N immediately grabbed onto his body. Shaking the boy, “get out of my body Damian!” Y/N yelled. He was angry, confused, and annoyed. His eyes turned red, indicating heat vision that’s about to burst. Damian quickly pushed your head aside, the laser shooting off and damaging something. Jon awkwardly stood there, he felt happy he couldn’t hear things far away or even see through things accidentally. But still, he couldn’t do anything at the moment as the two super strong boys argue.

“If you were a little bit more patient, we would’ve succeeded in this mission!” Damian yells in Y/N’s body. Y/N gritted his teeth, pushing Damian from him. “Right, but you took your sweet time didn’t you Damian!” Y/N yells. Damian flew across the cave, before immediately tackling Y/N. Jon’s eyes widen, he tried to move towards the two angry boys. But with how they both were pulling hair and using their excessive strength. Jon said “nope, fuck this” and went to find the adults.

As y/n and Damian were tumbling around and wrestling. Jon came back with Batman and Superman. “Holy!—” Clark immediately tears the boys apart from each other. Y/N was still feral along with Damian. Trying to claw at each other. “Boys!” Superman yells out. The two stopped, looking at the kryptonian. “What is going on?” Jon, aka who’s in Damian’s body start to explain the situation that had happened.

“We sneaked out to do our own mission for this patrol but we caught this weird little goblin looking dude, can I say he was rude because he stuck his tongue at me and—”

“JON! Get on with it man!” Y/N yelled out impatiently.

“Oh right! Okay but like then he popped this blender out and switched our souls so now I’m in Damian’s body, damian’s is in Y/N’s body and Y/N is in mine and they started to fight so I got you guys here to se if yall can fix this.” Jon says, finishing in one blow. Clark and Bruce looked at each other and sigh.

What will they do with these three.

Time passed with the trio as Bruce went to contact someone. Firestorm soon walked in, smiling as he held Mr Mxyzptlk like a stray cat. The imp was nervously chuckling. “Ah Pooh, guess my fun is over.” Batman leaned his face at the imp. “Fix them.” Batman points to Jon who stands there with Superman holding two angry boys. Glaring at the imp, eyes filled with rage and distaste. Firestorm smirked, “or else professor would like a little talk with you.” Mr Mxyzptlk shudders again the thought of the professor in his head. “Fine! Here kids.”

“Kltpzyxm” the imp poofs away, not wanting to deal with the professor like last time. The souls of the boys went back to place. Jon smiled seeing his hands, Damian scoffed meanwhile Y/N rolled his eyes but smiled. “Awesome, we’re back to our bodies. You can put me down man.” Clark frowned. “Can’t do that sport.” The boys raised a brow as Jon looked at his father. Batman walked up to the trio. “You snuck out to do your own mission. You failed and got yourself in trouble. You are all grounded,” Brufe then points to the Amazon boy. “And I’ll be contacting your mother Y/N.” Y/N’s eyes widened, Jon frowns. And Damian scoffs.

“AH WHAT?!”

[kushnovice]

Be Mine Again

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x ex! reader

Synopsis: Reader and Bucky have been broken up for a short time, fighting often and rarely seeing eye to eye. Bucky starts to fall into a bad mental space while a mission goes wrong.

wc: 2.8k

Warnings: fighting of all kinds, bucky being depressed and cold, angsty at the beginning, blood, choking, Zola being sadistic, not the best. if i made any mistakes please lmk :)

AN: Female reader, angst with little comfort (yet), lots of mistakes, self indulgent, it sucks but i had fun making it so i hope some people enjoy it. if so I'll write a part 2

"I broke my rules for you! I bended my morals for you, again! I had to change everything I believe in, yet again!" She yelled out at the tall and broad man in front of her as his hand tightened against his glass of ice water, jaw clenching.

The kitchen of the Avengers Tower was very cold and filled with tense air, thick enough to cut with a knife. Bucky deeply groaned as he placed his glass onto the table with a loud thud, "I never asked you to do that. I never asked you to care about me, you did that all yourself." Bucky's hand ran up into his hair showing how stressed out he is at the moment, he had never been one to enjoy fighting, actually he hated it. Almost as much as he hated her."Don't you care about me? About us?" She questioned with a huff as her arms swung to her hips. "Truth is," Bucky stood up, slowly walking toward her with each word, "I'm tired. So fucking tired of you that you always have been nothing more than an obligation." Bucky's lip raised in a scowl. The hurt was written on her face but immediately gone as she grumbled and pushed Bucky back by the chest. "I'm done helping you." She sucked in a breath, "Did it ever occur to you that your hurting me or are you just that selfish and arrogant?"

Before she could react, his glass that was once on the table was now shattering against the wall on the far side of the room as he stormed off quickly, slamming the door shut in the process. Bucky made his way through the winding hallways with his fists clenched tightly to the point his knuckles were white. He couldn't stand when she would act like this, after everything they had been through together, she had promised she would stay no matter what. She was always just like the others, except Bucky couldn't get her out of his mind.

Bucky swings open Steve's door and slams it behind him as he paces back and forth through Steve's room. Steve sighed as he placed his book to the side on his bed and looked at Bucky. "What happened this time?" Bucky groaned deeply, "I told her about the mission we are going on later this week and she flipped out on me." He grabbed a workout dumbbell off the ground and started to work out his human arm by doing bicep curls. "She keeps telling me that she can't deal with me trying to track down and kill every single person that was ever or is currently apart of Hydra, that this mission we are going on is a trap." His breath becomes uneven as says breathy words under his tongue as his annoyed attitude has not faltered in the slightest. Steve rolled his eyes at the drama going on between the not so couple right now. "You do realize that she's scared of losing you, especially more since she's already lost you as a partner." Steve sighed deeply, being the person that both of them had come to confide in about their problems. "And with the Hydra thing, it's tricky because I know you want to move past it, and it was such a hard time of your life but there are better ways to grow past it, Buck." Steve talked softly as his kind blue eyes pierced through Bucky, hoping he would accept his words of advice but seeing how Bucky was instantly throwing the weight around as if it weighed nothing due to his anger, Steve knew Bucky wasn't truly hearing him.

Bucky dropped the weight at Steve's words, "Better ways, huh. there're better ways for everything but does that mean it's always achievable? No." Bucky looked at Steve almost desperately, "I don't want to lose her but if I don't do this, I feel like I might lose myself." Bucky sighed as he looked at the weight on the ground before picking it back up again. "What's rule number 3, Buck?" Steve asks knowing how Bucky's rage and trauma is having a profound impact on his own mental health. "What would they think about you after you murder them all?" Steve questions, knowing that if Bucky were to kill them then people would believe that Bucky was the Winter Solider still, or just a cold killer."Who cares, they took everything from me. They took me away from myself." Bucky stormed out of Steve's room in frustration and made his way to his room with loud footsteps as he carried his empty duffle bag.

Bucky's mind was whirling with angry thoughts about how no one understands him and the one person that did, was no longer a happy part of his life. He angrily shoves his clothes and weapons as well as his dog tags and anything else he would need into his duffle bag. Bucky fit everything he needed perfectly into his duffle bag and sat it by the door before he slouched down onto his bed. He rubbed his temple as he exhaled a deep sigh, wishing he could understand life like he did back in the 40's.

"If you feel it so necessary to risk your life so that you can battle an internal fight, then I'm coming too." She swung the door open as she placed down her duffle bag with confidence and stubbornness. Bucky groaned and ran his hands through his hair again, stressed out, knowing that she won't back down. "If you keep doing that, you'll go bald before you're ancient." She giggled snarky as Bucky narrowed his eyes at her seriously. "If you're coming, you're staying in the plane. Eyes in the sky." She rolled her eyes but stayed silent knowing that putting up another fight was worthless.

They made their way to the airplane with slow steps as the tension around them stayed present even in the silence as they walked feet from each other. Bucky's eyes were unable to focus on anything other than her, her hair, her body, her clothes, the way she held herself. He knew he shouldn't think about her like this after their no so soft break up but he couldn't help himself. He was snapped out of it when Steve talked to him on the plane, "Buck, why is she joining us?" He asked as he looked at her getting comfortable in a seat on the plane as if it was her mission to be on. Bucky sighed, "I didn't want to fight her anymore. She will stay on the plane the whole time." Steve nodded in understanding, "We got this." Bucky chuckled, "As long as you don't blow the whole thing trying to 'save the world'" Steve chuckled along with him. The plane ride was silent as they quickly made it to the main hydra headquarters with Steve occasionally talking about the mission and the plan.

When they arrive at the place, Steve and Bucky easily jump out of the plane, landing exactly where they needed too to be at the top of the Hydra roof. She got comfortable on the plane with the coms on, cameras on, and trackers on but she couldn't settle the anxiety creeping up her spine. She tried to push it down as she figured that since she was watching and listening to them and that nothing would go wrong. That's what she had wished for, but not all dreams come true.

After the two men had entered the building, an alarm went off causing the rooms to blare nosies and lights to shine red and white in an emergency. They quickly move to the wall, Bucky had his gun up as his eyes glared through the top of the barrel with intense focus as he lead them through the hallway while Steve had his shield up as well as his arm to help brace himself for any situation that could happen. The lights continued to strobe with the blaring alarm as they swiftly and quietly made their way through the headquarters. As Bucky rounded a corner, there was a Hydra solider waiting for them. He fired his gun quickly multiple times causing bullets to go into his shoulder, his arm, and his stomach. Steve quickly threw his shield at the Hydra solider causing him to go unconscious and drop to the floor with a thud. "Buck?" Steve turnt around quickly as he grabbed Bucky's shoulders to help him stay up as he is loosing a lot of blood.

"What's going on?" She asked through the coms as the anxiety in her stomach started to bubble up yet again. "Why aren't you guys moving?" She impatiently waited for an answer as she tapped her fingertips against the desk, staring at the screen of their tracker and trying to find them on the camera system. "Everything's fine," Bucky growls out in a snap. Over the coms she can hear Steve groan, "Bucky got hit, three times." he explains to her and while his words are processing, her heart beat increases dramatically. "I'm fine." Bucky growled out as he continued to make his way down the hallway with Steve closely behind him. She watches as the dots move slowly down the hallway on the tracker, Her anxiety roaring.

Suddenly the screen starts to glitch out, becoming unreadable entirely. She began to panic internally as she starts to talk on the coms, "what's goin' on?" She asks to no response but loud sounds like a frequency is blocking communication. She groans deeply as her anxiety is coming up through her stomach and settling at her chest as she makes her way up and slings a gun around her torso to make her way out of the plane which is now landed at the waiting point. She runs through the clearing and gets to the door, trying to open it to no avail, she uses her body weight next to slam against the door, again to no avail. Sounds of yelling and screaming stop her in her tracks as the anxiety now feels like an elephant sitting on her chest. Looking around, she spot a window and she uses the back gun barrel to break the glass, making sure it's safe before she climbs inside. When she gets inside it is dark and eerily quiet, she cautiously take slow and soft steps and she keeps her gun up on guard as she search's for Steve and Bucky. She shoves open a door which reveals a pitch dark room, She is hesitant to go in until She hears Bucky whimpering in the darkness. She quickly makes her way inside, "Buck?" She whispered as the door shuts behind her, she hears the door click causing her to turn back to the door to see someone outside the door flick the lights on to reveal Bucky on the ground bleeding out from multiple injuries, she ran up to him immediately.

"Oh Buck..." She sighed deeply and she glare up at the person behind the door. The mysterious person presses a button with a smirk before they turn and makes their way out of eyesight from her. She hears a hissing sound causing her to look up to see a gas coming out of a huge vent in the room, the barley visible smoke filling the floor as it causes Bucky to cough an incredible amount and making his injuries worse. The smoke filled the room and eventually her lungs as she can feel the smoke burning her airway. She coughs violently in sync with Bucky, trying to stay conscious and aware but it becomes more challenging as the world starts spinning and her eyes get heavier. Bucky suddenly stops coughing causing her to know that he fell victim to the gas, she tried to fight it as long as possible as she held herself up against a table but still inevitably fail as she fell to the ground with a loud thud as she went unconscious.

When she woke up, everything was groggy and the room is spinning and her chest feels heavy with more than just anxiety. She groaned out in pain when she turn to look around to see her hands and legs tied up to the arms and legs of a chair while she was also tied around the torso. Turning her head, she saw Bucky sitting there tied up the same as her, him still unconscious though. "Bucky!" She whisper shouted trying to get him awake, whispering his name loudly multiple times in hopes of him waking up. "Bu-" She gets interrupted by the sound of a door opening causing her to fall silent as she watches the darkness to see someone emerge from it. "Well, Well, Well. Look what we have here. The world's most dangerous assassin..." The person walks towards us to reveal its Zola dressed in his white coat. "And his little toy." Zola smirks at us. "What do you want with us? Bucky isn't under your control anymore." She speaks deeply and firmly even through the anxiety and fear that is ever so present. Zola chuckles at her question as he leans down and grabs Bucky's unconscious face, holding his face up by the chin, his fingernails digging into Bucky's cheek, leaving red to glow off of Bucky's face. "I want him." Zola lets Bucky's face go with no regard for him. His head falls back down as Zola shifts his attention back to her. "I can't have him with you around. With you here. He has something to fight for." Zola leaned in close enough to her face that she could smell him the smell of rubber and overpriced Calonge on his body, he smelt like fake money. "I'm going to make him lose everything. Anything he loved or ever will love in the future, I will destroy."

Zola pushed some of the hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear, "And that starts with you, Darling." Zola had a maniacal smile on, his twisted face that contorted the anxiety in her stomach from anxiety into fear and anger. Her anxiety and fear had instantly turned into rage as Zola kept speaking, her jaw clenching and veins popping out of her neck and forehead. "I'll kill you." Her voice growls deeply with hatred as she struggled against the restraints roughly with harsh movements. Zola couldn't help the chuckle that escapes his lip. "Or you'll die trying, sweetheart." He exclaimed with a smirk on his face, "You'll be fun to play with." Zola runs his fingers softly down her face as she holds a scowl and her eyes bore into him with rage.

A soft voice croaks out, "Don't touch her..." Bucky's horse and rough voice speaks out as he raises his head to assess the situation as the gas wears off. Zola smirked as he trailed his fingers down her face and down her jawline and to her throat where he roughly grabs it with a tight grasp causing her to gasp out at a loss for air. "You take orders, Soldat. You don't give them." Zola says as his dark eyes meet Bucky's whose eyes are dark and cold, his glare unwavering as his jaw clenched. Bucky thrashes around in the restraints, easily breaking out as he saw you under Zola hold, anger filling his body with red heat as he stands up in front of Zola, dark eyes that would send shivers down the body of a normal person. "Let. Her. Go." Bucky's rough voices speaks out firmly as he towers over Zola, he smirks as he lets go of her but reaches into his pocket and injects Bucky with a syringe causing Bucky to be disoriented and out of it as he stumbles backwards. "Stay away from her!" He yells in frustration as he tries to move close to her despite the drugs and ultimately failing.

"Bucky! Stop trying to save me. They want you." She speaks out firmly through her coughs and deep breaths. Bucky growled at her statement, "I will never stop fighting for you, defending you, protecting you. Over my dead body will I let you get hurt." Bucky's deep voiced traveled through the room as it sent shivers down her body. Zola moved to Bucky, grabbing him by the back of the neck like a kitten and forces him down to the ground as he digs Bucky's head into the ground before quickly chaining him up, Bucky being easier to restrain with the drugs in his system. Zola squatted down to make eye contact with Bucky, his eyes digging into Bucky's with determination. "I will destroy you. You'll be mine again."

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA:

100% a tits guy, he doesn't care about size, doesn't care about gender, tits, titties, boobs.

He doesn't grab them often even though he loves to, he'll sandwich his face in them, lay in them, kiss them, titjob galore and will lick your underboob as he teases your clit/tip.

SHOUTA AIZAWA:

A thigh guy for sure, he likes wrapping you with his scarf and watch your thigh fat go over the scarf, even if they're small. Doesn't care about size but would probably prefer someone with more thigh fat just so he can see the droop.

Thighjobs basically everyday, squishes them, lays his head in them (and sometimes naps in them), etc.

TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI:

Ass guy. Ass, ass, ass.

Why? He likes to burn his handprint into your ass, even through your pants (even though you yell at him for it, it just turns him on more). He'll smack it, fuck it, spit on it, he'll rail it while fucking you good in front of the mirror so he gets multiple angles.

ATSUHIRO SAKO/MR. COMPRESS:

Is very chill with it, but a proud thigh lover, he doesn't really know why himself...maybe it's because his s/o's thighs are so soft...squishy...maybe it's because his dick fits so perfectly between them...he doesn't know but they're amazing.

STAIN:

1000% ass guy, smacks it even when people are watching, eats ass like it's a job and will fuck you from the back with or without a mirror in front. Just likes seeing your ass jiggle and fill up with his seed.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

Cannot tell me this man isn't an ass guy, he's a mix of Dabi and Stain but mostly Stain related.

With or without a mirror he'll be fucking you hard from the back, one hand on your head pushing you against ANYTHING as he leans back from you and fucks you (bonus: if you're a girl, on your period he thinks it's a reward since he can't fuck you on your period- unless you let him...), he'll use his free hand to occasionally smack your ass once you get you quiet for more noise.

HANTA SERO:

Casual tits guy. More of a looker than a toucher though, he likes sucking on them, soapy tit pics are his favorite and he likes fondling them when he gets the chance, no matter the size/shape.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO:

Proudly an ass guy, smacks it every time he walks past you, or even grabs it (since he loves PDA).

Smushes his face in it too, even if you think it's (at least a bit) weird. Doesn't eat your ass though, just likes squishing and smushing it.

DENKI KAMINARI:

Loves tits, titties, breasts and boobs everyday and night.

He's kind of like Sero, rather a looker than toucher but looker is an understatement. He stares, a bit of cleavage and your eyes suddenly don't exist to him.

He does act like Tomura and Sero though, licks your underboob, squishes it, licks, sucks, etc.

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