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chaotic-orphan · 5 months

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Defiant Leader x Confident Villain: Part 4

Read Part one here

Continued from this part here

Honestly I have found so many good series parts in my drafts that just needs cleaning up with a light edit and boom, more content- it's great!

I am just ignoring my Christmas assignments and exams because who needs a degree, am I right? Enjoy!

TW: intimate whumper (ish), torture(light) and broken bones

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Leader woke up to a finger in their cheek. They batted it away lazily, in theory.

In reality, their arms felt too stiff to move, groaning for Second to give them just five more minutes. They’d had a long fucking day, and their body was exhausted, not even accounting for the mental exertion it took to balance Villain as an enemy and not a member of their team anymore after they took them and strung them up—

Leader’s eyes shot open, but they didn’t meet Villain’s smiling face. Instead, they were met with two owlish eyes the colour of the Dead Sea, as if Leader could see through them.

Leader knew those eyes. Knew them too fucking well.

Leader evened their expression as much as they could, while Supervillain’s lips broke into an amused smile.

“So, you’re Villain’s old mentor,” Supervillain hummed, going to poke Leader in the cheek again. They were too close. Far too close to Leader’s face for comfort. Leader was tucked up against the wall, hands in the same heavy manacles Villain left them with as they drifted to a deep sleep. Their legs had moved, one bent slightly while the other was straight, and in the small bend of Leader’s leg was Supervillain’s foot.

Too close.

Leader tilted their head to the side, voice deadpan as they replied: “so you’re Villain’s new babysitter.”

“Villain said you were funny.”

“That’s funny, Villain never mentioned you,” Leader replied coolly, eyes never leaving Supervillain’s too-clear blue ones. “Mustn’t take it personally, maybe you just don’t make much of an impression.”

“Woke you all the same.”

“Yes, you did,” Leader said, then made a shooing motion with their fingers. “Now that you mention it, it was a very nice sleep, and I would like to get back to it now.”

Supervillain searched Leader’s eyes for something, then let out a soft hmph. “I have a better idea, Leader.”

Before Leader could protest a hand was in their shirt and in one fluid motion, Supervillain dragged Leader to their feet with such force Leader’s eyes blew wide, they weren’t touching the ground for a minute before their bare feet mercifully touched the floor again. Leader had a panicked grip on Supervillain’s arm holding them to the wall and only then did they notice the slight size difference.

Supervillain was tall, a good head taller than Leader, who wasn’t considered short by any means. That’s not where the differences stopped; where Leader was all lean muscle and agility, Supervillain filled their broad shoulders with strong, defined muscles that lay under his casual shirt and pungent leather jacket. Leader could make them out even when he wasn’t tensed and that annoyed more than scared them.

Leader had met Supervillain before, obviously, but this close? With this height difference? This disadvantage Villain had left them with, with no gear, no boots, no weapons. Leader didn’t like their odds. It was too new. Jarringly new and it sent a cold shiver down Leader’s spine, their mind racing on ways they could adapt to their sudden enforced weakness around their wrists and in their bare feet.

When they met on the field they were somewhat even. Supervillain was strong, stronger than Leader, but Leader made up for it with their speed. They danced in and out of one-punch-knockouts Supervillain had thrown at them before, they could do it again…

But that was in their combat gear, with their blades by their sides. That was with their boots on and their team at their back, and that was without heavy iron manacles locking their hands together.

Like this? Leader was too exposed, too weak, and they were just staring at Supervillain who could kill them without breaking a sweat right now, hiding all this panic behind an impassive expression, but they couldn’t hide that wide eyed surprise.

Supervillain had seen.

Supervillain saw Leader’s eyelids fly open in shock, so different from the half-lidded indifference Leader was trying to show off. Supervillain noticed the smallest thing, and maybe that was what was scaring Leader more than their disadvantage.

“What?” Leader asked, voice thankfully, mercifully even, “was your better idea making out or? This is very intimate Supervillain, honestly? I’m flattered. Kind of enemies to lovers scenario—”

All Supervillain had to do was curl their fingers into Leader’s shirt, knuckles resting painfully on Leader’s ribs and push Leader against the wall more. Pinned between a solid surface and Supervillain’s unforgiving grip, Leader didn’t know which would crack first, the wall or Leader’s ribs. Leader bent a knee and pressed the sole of their bare foot against the wall for leverage.

“Mmm,” Leader ground out, trying and failing to alleviate the pressure. “Kinky, don’t worry, kinda into it.”

Supervillain laughed. “You don’t shut up, do you?”

“Not unless you gag me, Da—” Supervillain let go of Leader then and Leader smiled. All doubt melting away as they pressed the sole of the foot into the solid surface, muscles tensed and at the ready.

Idiot.

Leader pushed off the wall with their foot, springing towards Supervillain, swinging their iron manacle clad hands up at Supervillain’s jaw. They missed the jaw and hit Supervillain’s nose instead and Supervillain fell back a step, letting out a startled cry, hands going to their nose in shock. Leader watched with a grin as blood trailed through the cracks in their hands and dribbled down their chin, staining their stupid shirt.

Their eyes would be blurry now, an advantage Leader needed. Leader shot their foot out, kicking Supervillain’s knee, then thigh, then ankle until they were wobbling, almost down.

One more hit.

Leader threw their hands up again as Supervillain’s eyes locked on Leader’s and Leader knew they made a mistake.

Clear blue eyes were the last thing Leader saw before the wind was knocked out of them and they were gasping for breath, Supervillain’s hand wrapped around Leader’s throat pinning them back against the wall. Leader thought they broke a rib with the impact, but they couldn’t think now, they were too busy panicking. They needed to break free.

They kicked out at Supervillain, trying to hit them anywhere until Supervillain stepped closer, making Leader’s legs useless, pinning Leader’s legs with their own and the wall, and the panic seized Leader’s chest. They were like a fish out of water, gasping on nothing. That’s when Leader brought their manacled hands down on Supervillain.

Loosen the hold for a second.

Or that’s what they intended to do.

At the last second Supervillain caught Leader’s wrist just below the cuff.

Fuck.

Supervillain slammed Leader’s arms back above their head and held them there no matter how much they writhed and struggled and fuck— black dots were encroaching on the edges of Leader’s vision like a vignette.

They couldn’t speak.

They couldn’t breathe.

They couldn’t fight.

They were going to die here. Supervillain was going to kill them and not break a sweat. Their struggles were weakening, and Leader knew they were gone, that Supervillain had won.

Would Villain be sad Supervillain killed them? Or is this what they wanted all along?

Leader was so fucking stupid and it got them killed.

At least Leader got a good few blows in before they died, at least they made Supervillain bleed, at least they went out fighting…

Those crystal-clear blue eyes stared down at Leader’s as they slowly lost consciousness and darkness engulfed them.

*~*~*~*~*

Villain was leaning against the wall beside the door to Leader’s cell, arms folded, head resting against the wall. When the door opened, Villain pushed off quickly, turning to see Supervillain with dried blood caked on their upper lip and nose, staining their shirt. Villain’s face dropped.

“What happened?”

Supervillain smiled, showing bloody teeth. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. They got rowdy, so I put them down.”

“You said you’d be gentle.”

“You said they were weak and exhausted.”

“They are!” Village protested.

Supervillain raised an eyebrow at Villain’s voice rising in pitch, a smile tugging at the corners of their mouth as Villain looked away, and said, “they were. I left them hanging for three days, I was worried their shoulders would pop out of their sockets!”

“Did you have mercy on Other Villain’s Henchman when you left them hanging? Did you worry about their shoulder joints?”

“It’s different,” Villain said, eyebrows knitting together. “We were torturing Other Villain’s Henchman for information. Leader is just a prisoner, and you have to be humane. It’s not personal, it’s—”

“Humane?” Supervillain asked and Villain sighed, running a hand down their face. “Maybe if you were a bit less humane, Vil, it would have prevented the broken nose,” said Supervillain not unkindly, voice gentle and soothing, which just made Villain feel worse. They were going easy on Leader, and Supervillain noticed.

Supervillain placed a warm hand on Villain’s shoulder, and smiled when Villain looked up at them, eyes steeled. “It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, I know, Villain… I trust you,” Supervillain said, squeezing Villain’s shoulder lightly, and Villain tried hard not to blush at the words. It didn’t work.

“I mean obviously Leader has to be punished. Not just for this,” Supervillain said gesturing to their nose, “but for doing the Commission’s dirty work for them.”

“What? But you forgave me,” said Villain, setting their jaw, lips stretched into a thin line.

“I did,” said Supervillain. “The difference is you saw the corruption they wrought. Leader is still under their influence. They need to be persuaded.”

“Why does persuasion sound a lot like punishment in this case?” Villain snapped, jutting their chin out at Supervillain who just kept that same level smile on their face. Their crystal-clear blue eyes beaming with pride down at Villain.

Supervillain stood up straighter, took their hand from Villain’s shoulder and touched their bloodied nose gently.

“You’ve done beautifully, Villain. Leader is our biggest threat to enacting meaningful change. You got them out of the way! You should be celebrating; you should be proud—”

“What about the commission?” Villain demanded hotly. “You said they were the enemy!”

“They are, Villain. Leader is but a pawn and taking them off the board will rattle the commission into making a mistake, one we can use to press our advantage.”

At Villain’s silence Supervillain sighed. “You know firsthand how corrupt they are. If capturing Leader has rattled you—”

“I’m not rattled,” Villain said, voice a bit too defensive. Villain sighed, then gestured to Supervillain’s face. “Go… go get that cleaned up, you’re bleeding all over the place.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Villain lied easily, “yes I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

“Okay. Maybe get some rest, Villain.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Supervillain nodded, then walked to the end of the hall, towards the stairs out of the basement. Villain waited until they heard the sound of the heavy door shutting before they leaned against the wall and let out a long-laboured breath.

This was all they needed.

Then they opened the door to Leader’s cell and walked in, letting it close behind them.

Supervillain watched from the shadows of the stairs, a frown finding its way onto their face. Then they turned and actually left to fix their nose.

*~*~*~*~*

When Leader woke up again, they gasped awake, desperate to get some air into their lungs as the hand on their throat— Leader blinked, and it was the biggest mistake they ever made. A thundering headache followed, and they nearly whimpered at the pain but kept silent as they took in the new room around them.

At least they were sitting down this time and didn’t have any less articles of clothes on than they did before which was a plus, although their feet were starting to feel the cold. This time Leader woke in a chair, a comfortable enough chair, their arms resting on the arms rest were tied down with reinforced leather straps that brokered no movement when Leader tried to yank their hands free. All it did was tighten the leather around Leader’s fists, crinkling like rubber, but they couldn’t complain. The leather was far more comfortable than the manacles, Leader was getting first class treatment as far as the last few days were concerned.

They longed to stretch their limbs, but as feeling slowly came back to their body they realised they couldn’t move their legs either, strapped to the legs of the chair in what felt like the same strong leather as their wrists. They let out a soft sigh and pulled at their restraints just because.

They were tired.

Exhausted.

Their head was fucking pounding because of Supervillain and his stupid need to be tall and strong and authoritative. He could have at least been kind about the strangle hold, like, oh I’m sorry Leader, here’s some paracetamol for that headache you’ll wake up with.

Leader just wanted to go home, be with their team. They should have never pursued Villain; in hindsight they should have stayed with their team and then none of this would happen.

They would have stayed on mission and not abandoned their target to pursue an obvious trap, Villain knew they would follow though, Villain wanted them to, counted on it. They wanted to show off their new reinforcements and show Leader, they didn’t need them and their team anymore. They wanted to show Leader who was stronger, and Leader’s ego made them follow.

Stupid.

There wasn’t much room for any other thoughts after that.

From behind them Leader heard movement and then they saw the hammer coming down hard, a merciless swing, straight on the back of Leader’s right hand. Leader screamed as they felt, no heard, every bone in their hand shatter. They struggled in the comfortable chair, trying to alleviate some of the pain, to get away from the aftershocks of pain as Leader tried to move their fingers.

“Do I have your attention, Leader?”

Leader howled when Supervillain drive the hammer down harder on the back of Leader’s hand, rubbing against broken and bruised bones. “Yes! YES! Just stop!”

The hammer lifted after Leader found their words and their sigh of relief ricocheted through their entire body, adrenaline pumping in their blood. They sucked in a sharp breath when Supervillain came to stand in front of them, glaring angrily up through pain blinded eyes. Their chest rising and falling like a rabbit’s that was suddenly cornered by a dog.

“Good,” Supervillain said with a smile and dropped the hammer unceremoniously on the floor. Leader flinched when it clanged against the concrete floor. Their breath still struggling to fill the hole in their lungs from the shock.

“Villain asked me to go easy on you,” said Supervillain. Leader’s heartbeat skipped at that. Villain still cared. Just not enough to get you out of here, a nasty voice in the back of Leader’s head hissed. “They think you’re just blindly following the commission’s orders, that you need to be persuaded to see the light like they did.”

“Yeah?” Leader laughed, the laugh manic, off and wrong. “And follow you, is it? I’m devoted to one dogma, Supervillain, I can’t stomach two, I’ll have to pass.”

“Why do you follow the Hero Commission’s orders, Leader? Hmm?”

“Why don’t you ask Villain?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“Villain only followed you,” Supervillain said, delighting at the pain that must have showed on Leader’s face. “They never believed the commission’s bullshit, or so they say.”

“But they believe your bullshit, is that it?”

“I am just one man,” Supervillain said with a smile, spreading their hands wide. “Ineffectual. What could I do that’s so bad?”

“Oh, I don’t know, using a hammer as a wakeup call comes to mind,” Leader grouched, relaxing back against the chair. “Aside from that do you want the list categorically from worst to least bad, or chronologically, either way it’s a long time we’re going to be chatting.”

“Oh Leader, don’t worry. We have time,” Supervillain purred, walking over to Leader’s chair. Leader couldn’t even back away, couldn’t flinch, couldn’t do anything with how fucking tightly they were tied down and it scared them.

Scared them how easy it would be for Supervillain to kill them then and there.

Tied up, defenceless, immobile.

The fear must have shown in their eyes because Supervillain let out a soft laugh when their legs touched Leader’s knees.

“You’re not so brave like this, are you? Did I scare you earlier Leader? Did you think I was going to strangle you to death? Are you afraid I’ll do it again?” Supervillain reached a hand over and Leader recoiled, trying to avoid it getting anywhere near their neck, but Supervillain’s hand pressed against Leader’s throat all the same and the fear gripped them like a vulture’s talons.

The courage bubbled up Leader’s throat and they bit out, “yeah? Let’s see how brave you are stripped of your gear and tied up in enemy territory.”

“I could you know. It would be so easy,” Supervillain said with a soft hum, squeezing slightly.

Leader’s eyes turned to stone, a grave challenge in them, the kind Leader would wager their life against. Leader leaned forward slightly, staring directly into Supervillain’s stupid smiling face, and said: “then do it and get it over with. Kill me and spare me the torture of having to listen to you talk.”

Supervillain smiled a handsome smile.

Their smile didn’t waver as they drew their fist up and slammed it down hard on Leader’s broken hand. Leader howled, throwing their body forward on instinct, trying to protect themselves but all they did was drive themselves straight into Supervillain’s strangling hold and Leader gasped in pain, tears streaming down their face as Supervillain shoved them by their neck to the back of the chair.

Leader choked on nothing, sucking in startled air which got caught on their strangled cries of pain in their throat. Their body fighting against the restraints and Supervillain’s hold trying to fight, trying to escape. Their body hadn’t gotten the message that struggling was futile yet.

“Hmm,” Supervillain hummed. “I think you’re right Leader. I much prefer the sounds of your screams over my voice.”

“You fuc—” Leader screamed again as Supervillain drove the palm of their hand into the back of Leader’s, kneading the shattered bones, choking on their screams, clamping their teeth down on their cheek to soften them to more of a pained hum.

“I can make good on that gag Leader,” Supervillain promised, moving their fingers up to pinch Leader’s cheeks and force their mouth into an O shape. Leader swallowed, feeling Supervillain’s hand bobbing with their throat. “That way I still get your delightful screams and cries of help.”

Leader huffed out a breath, the pain finally receding in their brain enough for them to think.

“Grapefruit.”

Supervillain blinked, then frowned, then raised their eyebrows and tightened their hold ever so slightly.

“What?”

“Grapefruit,” Leader said again, voice raw, almost breathless and Supervillain let their grip loosen a little.

“Have you lost it already, Leader?” Supervillain asked and Leader shook their head as best as they could.

“Then what’s Grapefruit?”

Leader swallowed hard and rasped: “It’s a citrus fruit—”

“I know what grapefruit is,” Supervillain huffed, “I don’t know why you keep repeating it.”

Leader looked up through their tear-soaked lashes, all innocence and doe eyed charm, and said with a straight face: “my safe word is grapefruit.”

Supervillain stood up straighter and let go of Leader’s throat and Leader could breathe easy for the second of relief that came with it. Then Supervillain slammed down their hand on Leader’s hand and Leader struggled and howled and screamed and cried, “oW! JEES— motherFUCKER! GRAPEFRUIT! GRAPEFR— FUCK!”

“Maybe I hurt the wrong part of you, Leader. Maybe I should have broken your jaw, then maybe you would shut up!” Supervillain hissed.

“Maybe….” Leader ground out, a shit eating grin on their face despite the pain, despite their situation, despite everything that was thrown at them in the last week. “Maybe you’re going to have to kill me to stop me, Supervillain. Do it right now, say it was an accident and maybe, maybe Villain— argh! Maybe Villain forgives you. I’m irritating, an honest mistake, I pushed you too far…”

Supervillain glared down at Leader now, hands completely off Leader, balling into meaty fists at their sides, nostrils flaring in anger. Leader took that as their cue to continue with their exhausted throat.

“But the longer you keep me alive, the longer I have with Villain? The less sleep you’re gonna get because I found Villain, I made them who they are today, and you’re scared. You are terrified of me, that’s why you tied me down so tight. That’s why Villain isn’t here right now. You’re in deep, and you don’t know how to get out. Kill me, you risk alienating Villain forever, keep me alive? Me and Villain have more chats about the good old days, and you still lose them. Either way you’re fucked, but I know which one I’d choose, Supervillain. Take your hammer to my temple and be done with it.”

Supervillain stilled, eyes widening slightly in a dim realisation, and then, to Leader’s chagrin, Supervillain smiled. Smug and superior and oh so knowing, and Leader frowned because they didn’t know what they had to be so happy about.

“Oh Leader,” Supervillain sighed. They patted Leader’s head and let out a small, startled laugh. “Leader, Leader, Leader,” they said and as quick as they arrived, they left, and Leader tried to turn in their seat to see what they were doing but they couldn’t. All they could do was stare forward and hear Supervillain’s footsteps getting further and further away.

“What?!” Leader yelled, twisting and turning and getting nowhere except aggravating their hand and they cursed and sat staring at the wall. They flinched when they heard a door open and close, and Leader was left alone.

That thought scared them more than anything Supervillain did.

*~*~*~*~*

Orphanage roll call (lmk if you want to be added/removed): @nameless-beanie @aarika-merrill @criohfreeze @bandnbookbag @gala1981 @theonewithallthefixations

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sukirichi · 2 years

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍’𝐈𝐍

— in which naoya zen’in feels an unfamiliar emotion when someone else looks at his wife and has to deal with it through other methods.

cw. smut, minors dni. dilf! naoya. possessive! naoya. breeding kink. face fucking. orgasm denial. pussy eating. rough sex. creampie. aftercare and fluff in the end bcos we love dilf! naoya

note. thank you for @starryshinigami45 for commissioning me! i enjoyed writing the fic a lot and this fueled my naoya brainrot again <33

It’s not always that your husband, Naoya Zen’in, can personally attend his son’s annual parent-teacher meeting. As the clan leader and a special grade one sorcerer, he has other, more pressing matters to attend on. His son understands this, and you never complained. Not once have you questioned his absence either in the knowledge Naoya rarely got any proper rest with how demanding his duty as a sorcerer is, but today would be different.

Your son, Naori, is already six and in first grade. Six years of his lovely son being here in this world and this would be his first parent-teacher meeting. And as the head representative of the mighty Zen’in Clan, Naoya showed up dressed to the nines in a custom-tailored suit, genuine Italian Ferragamo leather shoes, and dark shades resting atop his nose. He is every bit the image of a man who had it all in the palm of his hands. The man who fathers wished to be in their prime, the man that wives shamelessly stared at as he brushed his hair back—you could tell pride swelled his magnanimous ego.

After all, he was no stranger to his beauty.

Pampered at such a young age and trained diligently to whatever ‘perfection’ meant as an image to the Zen’in Clan, Naoya exudes elegance with every step. He emits jealousy from everybody he walks past—unsuspecting that he, too, would be subjected to such a vile, green emotion he wishes he would never experience. At a meeting, no less.

As soon as the parent-teacher meeting finished, the kids scrambled everywhere to play. Chaos would have erupted into the room if their watchful parents weren’t surveying their other move. Thankfully, Naori has always been behaved and was content quietly playing with his cars while he rested against his father’s leg, leaving you to discuss to Mr. Sato about Nari’s condition in school.

You would have loved to watch the cute father and son duo more if the teacher hadn’t hovered in front of you already.

“Your son is doing extremely well in school. He’s such a bright, young boy,” Mr. Sato compliments, clearly basking in the attention you direct towards him.

Mr. Sato... for simpler terms, never bothers to hide how he fancies you. Ever since the first day when you took Naori to school and he laid eyes on you, a day wouldn’t pass where he didn’t strike a conversation with you. And you, deferential as ever, have no valid reason to ignore him when he always makes your son the topic before it revolves back to you—and the constant curiosity on where your infamous husband is.

Although Naoya knew better you looked at no one else but him, and you were simply ridiculously polite to a fault, you could hear him scoff from the background.

Your husband’s hot stare burned holes at the back of your head.

“Oh, thank you. I’m glad to hear my son is doing well.”

“Well, I can see where his brilliance comes from. He has such a beautiful and attentive mother supporting him,” the man’s eyes darken in approval, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “It’s always nice seeing you here, Mrs. Zen’in.”

“Mr. Zen’in is here, too,” a smooth, velvety voice cuts through the air. Naoya’s agile movements cut through the air until your husband stands next to you, his strong cologne washing over your senses like a comforting blanket despite his menacing stare. The man, who he soon learns is his son’s homeroom teacher, wears the look of horror. His gaze zeroes in the possessive hand resting at the small of your back. You’re unbothered by this, simply leaning into your husband’s familiar warmth that your scent nearly calms him down. Just by a little bit. He’ll try to act more civil for yours and your son’s sake. “Sato-sensei, was it?”

“Y-Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I...I didn’t think you’d ever come, you were always missing out on your son’s special events.”

“Naoya, this is Naori’s homeroom teacher. He’s been wanting to meet you for a while now.”

A handsome smile tugs his lips into a more genuine one at the sound of your voice. Sending you a soft glance, Naoya’s arm snakes around your waist and squeezes there. A blatant show of reminding this teacher that you were Naoya’s wife—not anyone else’s woman.

“I see. Now that I’ve met you, Sato-sensei, I’ll be switching my son to a different class. I don’t want him under the supervision of a man who doesn’t know that married women are not available for his taking. How unprofessional,” he snickers, tipping his head in the direction of the door before calling out for his son. “Let us go.”

Quickly saying goodbye to his friends, little Naori bounces up to his father’s leg and asks to be carried. Normally, Naoya wouldn’t have carried him. He thinks Naori should be a big boy by now, but deep down, he feels uneasy at the thought his son was growing up too fast and immediately bundled the boy in his arms.

“Daddy, is it true? Are you moving Naori to a different class?”

Brushing his son’s hair back, he nods. “Yes. Daddy wants the best teacher for you, and Sato-sensei isn’t good enough. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure you’ll make friends easily at your new class.”

“But Daddy...” pouting, Naori’s cheek rests on Naoya’s chest as he fights back tears. “I’m already happy with my classmates. ‘Don’t wanna go.”

Before he could open his mouth to speak, a gentle hand caressed his arm. You sit next to him and flutter your eyelashes prettily—perfectly aware that Naoya is much weaker than he let on. Sure, he thinks of himself highly, but he is too madly in love with you far more than he believes he was capable of. Sometimes he even thinks you must have put a curse on him for him to be this weak for a woman’s pleading gaze (his words, not yours.)

You just need to work your charm.

“Naoya, darling, can we at least talk about this? You can’t move Naori from a different class just like that. You have to consider his feelings, too. You know our son has a hard time adjusting to different environments and it’s already the middle of the school year.”

However, no matter how putty he is—no matter how much he was at the absolute mercy of your hands—he will never show you that. He is Naoya Zen’in. Strong, dominant, and a powerful man who doesn’t bow to anyone. The most he could do is hear you out to keep his facade, when in reality, Naoya is rather compliant to your requests. Even more so with Naori’s pleas, but the little boy never asks for much.

“Are you trying to change my mind so you can keep visiting that teacher?”

“What?” you frown, wondering what made him come to that conclusion when your shoulders sag at the realization. Your husband is jealous. It should’ve been obvious, but to be accused of such has you crossing your arms against your chest. “Is this what this is about?”

Naoya gives you a firm look. “We’ll talk later when we get home.”

The slight arch of his brow tells you otherwise. Not much words are spoken when you arrive home, little Naori swept away by the nannies upon seeing the sour expression on Naoya’s face, the deep scowl on his lips—lips that were now latched at the column of your neck as he rudely shoves you against a wall. His hand acts as cushion so you wouldn’t be hurt, and your breaths come out laboured. Whines of his name as you tug at his hair echo in the deadly silent Zen’in Estate who left you both at their own devices.

“You’re being such a brat, you know that?”

“Whatever do you mean by that?” you tease, only to have your smirk ripped away when Naoya unclasps your bra with one hand. Dress now ripped and the remains shoved under your tits. Tipping your head back, you let your husband ravage you as he pleases—smooth hands tweaking your erect nipples until you keen, his hot tongue dancing with yours in a fast, intense rhythm you knew he likes. His erection grazing at your thigh was proof of this.

You pull away from him as you breathe hard. “N-Not here, love, in the bedroom. People could see—”

Your words fall into deaf ears. “Let them see. Let them know you’re mine.”

“I already am yours—” Naoya presses a palm against your mouth. His eyes warned you to be quiet, meaning you were only allowed to moan, beg, call out for his name—anything else and you would be severely punished. Whether that means being on your knees until your jaw aches or your merciless husband pleasuring you into overstimulation, you’ve learned your lesson enough to know keeping these pretty lips shut was the best decision.

“See?” he smirks, “Not so hard to just stand there and be good, little slut, right?”

You nod, never once breaking eye contact as he pushes a finger in your mouth. Tongue greedily lapping at another digit. Eyes rolling at the back of your head as the remnants of your houndstooth Balmain dress are shredded. It’s a beautiful dress, too—one of your favourites—but you couldn’t care about the price when Naoya was leaving kisses everywhere. From your jaw, to your collar, the sides of your breasts, and your hips. His hands followed not long afterwards, squeezing the flesh of your ass when you felt teeth graze at your skin.

“I should mark you up,” he whispers breathily, slowly dropping down to his knees. His breath begins to hover at your pussy covered in lace. “Then I’ll make you strut around everywhere with these hickeys in sight—that should tell people you’re mine, yeah?”

“N-Naoya, don’t, please, we have dinner with your family too—”

He pushes a prodding finger against your walls, warm lips sucking on your pelvic bone. “Shh,” your husband coos like he isn’t knuckle deep into you right now. Your hands clutch at his hair being the only leverage you have for standing upright, legs shaking and a fist balled against your lips to keep the lewd sounds in. Heavens forbid anybody walk in on you right now.

“Just let me make you feel good, love. I’d fill you up so nice and get you pregnant again, hm? How’s that sound? You’d make a happy daddy of two, beautiful children.”

You could barely think straight.

Your legs spread apart by themselves as your knees grow weaker by each minute. Meanwhile, your husband stares at you innocently from below—grinning the lower his lips travels and tongue peeking out to experimentally lick at your clit. One flick of his tongue, and you’re done for.

Adding another finger, Naoya curls them in and out of you. His fingers are longer and thicker than yours that he reaches places in you that only he could find. He’s memorized your body enough to know which spot to press harder on, which pace you like—which is always hard and fast before he scissors you in a sensual manner. When your chest falls forward and droplets of sweat fall on his hand, Naoya pumps in faster out of you. The pornographic sounds of slick dripping all over his hand are like music to your ears. His loud, greedy slurping like he’s a starved man desperate for pussy twists your insides for an impending orgasm.

You squeezed tight around him, calling out his name, begging for a release.

And just as you’re about to cum, your husband pulls his fingers out. Leaving you shaking by yourself as your fully-dressed husband stands back to his full height, his face drenched into your juices stretching into a grin.

“I... Naoya, why...?”

You couldn’t even form coherent sentences anymore.

“What?” licking off his fingers one by one, he chuckles. “Did you think I would let you cum that easily? After you flirted with that man? Who knows what could’ve happened if I wasn’t there. the way he looked at you was shameless.”

“I don’t even like him, Naoya. You’re my husband, and...and—”

“And?”

He knows where this is going. You’re always like this—riling him up like you’re begging to be punished and teased to countless failed orgasms. It isn’t his fault anymore if you cry while you lay on his lap, his large hands leaving marks on your ass because you just wouldn’t behave. Naoya is an impatient man, and you are cunning to always push his buttons but you were all bark, no bite. The moment he has his fingers, tongue, or his fat cock shoved in you in whatever hole he likes, you lose all will to fight back.

Go ahead, his smile taunts you, tell me what you want. Sometimes, if he feels generous enough, he might just grant whatever his pretty wife wishes for.

“And... you’re the only one I want.”

Looping his damp fingers around his tie, you watch as your husband stretches the muscles of his neck and throws his tie to the ground. “What exactly do you want from me, hm?” His belt follows next. Breathing hard, you lean against the wall to brace yourself while Naoya cups his hardness through his pants. It pokes against the fabric like a third leg. Inviting you to touch it, to touch him, to envelope his cock in the warmth of your mouth or the softness of your walls while he fuckes you into tomorrow. “You want this, wife? Want my cock? Tell me, because you’re drooling right in front of me and I need you to speak up with your big girl words.”

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please, what?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want your cock so bad.”

“Good,” he pulled out his cock from its confines. Despite being married for years, you are still be in awe at his sheer length and size—the thickness enough for it to hurt if you weren’t prepped enough, and long enough that the tip of his cock kisses your most intimate parts and makes love to you in ways the wind was knocked out of your lungs. “Get on your knees, then. Say sorry that you made me jealous. I bet that you were even doing it for purpose to get my attention, yeah?”

Denying his allegations, you scramble to your knees obediently. Humiliation washing over you as your husband snickers above you, using his hand to tap his cock and spread the pre-cum all over your face.

“Wanna write my name on this pretty face,” he muses out loud. A sadistic grin etched onto his face. “I’ll fuck your mouth so hard it will only remember how to scream my name.”

If there is one thing you love and hate at the same time about Naoya, it’s how he stops at nothing when he decides on a goal. So if he says he would fuck your mouth that hard, you need to prepare yourself for his virility.

Bracing yourself as you breathe through your nose and nails digging into his thigh, his cock pushed through your lips. A stain of red tattooed all over his base. Your eyes shut itself from the oncoming tears. His hands cradle the back of your skull as his knees bend, cock hitting the back of your throat and his groans resonating loud against the empty hall.

Naoya is so hell bent on proving his point that he keeps going even as you make gagging noises around him, your juices dripping onto the floor the more you witness the beauty of the man before you. How you are the one giving him so much pleasure his perfectly styled hair falls out of place. Lips curled into a sneer and his balls slapping harshly against your chin.

Never mind that you can barely breathe when your husband’s seconds away from reaching seventh heaven.

“Say you’re sorry. Say it.”

“Nghhr- suh-ree—”

“Ah, fuck!” Naoya pulls his cock out. Your hands immediately caress your neck, feeling it grow sore by the next minute that you fail to notice how your husband has grabbed you by the waist, pushing you down to a nearby table before pulling your ass close to his cock.

“Oh, yeah, just like that...”

Naoya slips inside easily thanks to your previous almost orgasm. He fucks hard into you that your arms damp with sweat keeps sliding across the table, uncaring that your nails left scratches across the surface. Naoya only cares about how you wiggle your ass to meet him thrust by thrust.

Whipping your head to stare at him with lidded eyes, Naoya’s movements grow hastier by the second, and how could he not? You look like a hot mess. Mouth hanging open and garbled moans falling from your lips because you couldn’t speak anymore from how good it felt, how thick his cock filled you up and your nipples achingly hard when your upper body drags along.

“F-Fuck, I’m going to make you pregnant again,” he claws against your hips, “Want you to give me another kid so bad. Your belly so swollen—you’ll be such a pretty mommy, hm? What do you think?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Can’t even speak right anymore?”

A harsh slap meets your booty.

Crying out, your tears form a small puddle on the table as Naoya chuckles breathlessly behind you. He sets a relentless pace until you turn limp before him, fucked out to a state where all you could focus on is the cock pounding in and out of you until a familiar coil tightens in your belly.

Reaching for the arms behind you, you whimper out his name—a sign you’re cumming and need his kisses. Albeit rolling his eyes like he hates it, your husband leans down and meets you for a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. It’s more tongue and teeth than lips actually moving against each other—Naoya groaning deep into his chest as he, too, grows dangerously close.

You can’t stop moaning about how good it feels. Asking him to go harder, faster, to cum inside you and make you a mommy.

Your promise of making him a daddy once again is all it took for Naoya to cum.

Teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle his groans, your husband squeezed your ass. His thick, warm cum spilling inside you. Loads and spurts of it flow out even as he refuses to pull out. He stays there until his cock slowly softens—the kisses he spreads on your shoulder and hair just as tender before he replaces his cock with two fingers.

“Naoya, no more—”

“Just making sure it takes,” he reassures, massaging the sore flesh of your abused hips. Once satisfied, your husband runs a bath with you and takes your face into his hands, foreheads pressed against each other. “Was I too rough on you, love? I’ll give you a full body massage afterwards...”

“It’s okay. I enjoyed it, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Hmm,” pecking your lips, Naoya releases a low chuckle. “I’m sorry I got jealous and took it out on you. I know you were loyal and would never do that. I was just... well, I love you so much. Hate it when someone else looks at you.”

You roll your eyes at him, but smile anyway. “Oh, please. You just wanted a reason to fuck me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Maybe I did,” eyes glinting with mischief, your husband turns off the shower running and runs his soapy hands all over your body. The tension in the room spiking once more as he brushes his nose against your neck. “Perhaps...one more round to make sure I really become a daddy again?”

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ericsprincess · 8 months

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nc-17, san/wooyoung/reader, boucy au, boxer!san, pimp!wooyoung (kinda), mafia leader!reader, f/m/m threesome, prostitution (technically), cunnilingus, vaginal sex, felching

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“...3, 2, 1!” DING DING DING!

The audience roars as the referee raises the hand of the winner as the defeated lies motionless on the ground. The winner himself is wavering, having obvious trouble keeping himself standing straight. His face is bloody, his lip is busted and he has bruises everywhere. His white wifebeater is stained with blood and sweat. He drops his hand and looks like he’s about to faint, when his coach (?) comes running to him and catches him at the last moment, holding a water bottle to his mouth and making him drink. The boxer holds on to his coach like a lifeline, swallowing big gulps of water before straightening up and throwing his fist to the air, letting out a victorious yell.

He slumps back to his coach's embrace and lets himself be led off the ring, the coach supporting him carefully so he doesn’t trip. Your eyes are following them, as you are sitting at the bar, sipping your drink.

They take a stop at the promoters booth where they collect their cash prize and bet money, the coach pocketing the hefty stack of dollars. They talk a little bit more, probably about the possibilities for future matches, before disappearing somewhere in the backstage dressing rooms.

You turn your head back to the stage. The host is already in the ring, trying to introduce the next match’s fighters, but the audience is still yelling the winner’s name like in a trance. San, and he’s obviously the star of tonight’s event.

You finish your drink, hop off the bar stool and head to the backstage.

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It doesn’t take long to find the dressing room where they are at - there aren't that many and most of them are empty. You find them in the last one and you know it’s the one where they are immediately - the door is not completely closed and the lights are on.

You push the door more open and lean in the doorway. San is half-sitting half-lying on a little dinky sofa and his coach is kneeling in front of him, cleaning his wounds. He seems to be talking to San in a calm, low voice, but you can’t make up the words. It feels very intimate. San’s eyes are closed and his coach is turned away from you so neither can see you standing there. It gives you a chance to observe them for a bit.

San is really handsome. That’s obvious and it’s also the reason why you’re there. His face is naturally beautiful, even marred with scratches and wounds, his hair jet black with strands falling into his face in a charming way. His body is muscular and strong with broad arms, big chest and narrow waist. He’s the epitome of deadly power - silent, strong, but agile.

His coach - well. You would lie if you said he’s not handsome. He’s nicely built, the pecs peeking from his unbuttoned shirt revealing that he’s more trained and strong than he looks at first sight. His face is also handsome, with his pretty cheekbones and beaky nose. But he looks so sleazy. He looks like he’s there to cause trouble and discussing anything with him is like handling a slimy snake, that’s twisting and turning and slipping out of your hands. He’s attractive, but in an infuriating way.

They haven’t noticed you yet so you clear your throat to get their attention.

San’s coach turns his head and stands up.

“Well hello,” he drawls. “I thought we’ve already gotten our reward. Did the bar owners send us a freebie? I’m Wooyoung, what’s your name, beautiful?” he grins and blatantly checks you out. His eyes run over you and he’s clearly enjoying what he sees. You’re dressed casually, in black skinny jeans, black shirt tucked into them and a leather jacket. Your long hair is flowing, as opposed to the conservative intricate bun you wear for your usual meetings. This one is not usual though.

You shift your weight and subtly move the side of your leather jacket, so he can see the gun strapped on your waist. It wipes his grin out immediately.

“I’m afraid not. I am Y/N Y/L/N,“ you turn to San. “I saw your match and I have heard a lot about you. I would have a business proposal, if you are interested.” He looks up at you from the sofa, but doesn’t say anything and closes his eyes again, as if he were too tired to even talk.

“That depends on what kind of business,” Wooyung cuts in.

“Excuse me, but I was talking to him, not you,” you frown. He’s already starting to get on your nerves.

“All the business goes through me,” Wooyung grins dangerously and puts his hand on San’s shoulder, his intent is clearly to show you who’s in charge.

“So, you’re his pimp,” you raise an eyebrow.

“I prefer the term manager,” he smiles at you. “After all, he’s always free to refuse any job I get for him.”

“Then let him hear me out and decide for himself.” you’re getting impatient.

“Are you some kind of a mafia boss? Because we don’t kill people,” starts Wooyoung, nodding at your gun, but you interrupt him.

“That’s not the nature of the job I want to offer.” you say. You don’t deny the mafia accusation.

You wait for the inevitable interruption by Wooyoung, but he just waves his hand to prompt you to continue.

“As I said, I saw your match and I was really impressed. I would like to buy your time tonight,” you say.

“For how much?” asks Wooyoung.

“10 000 dollars,” you reply. “Cash, half upfront.” you pull out a wad of banknotes and hold them up, so they know you’re not bluffing. San opens his eyes from where he’s laying sprawled on the sofa.

“Ooookay?” Wooyoung is obviously surprised. “And what would he do?”

“Well, I would like to make use of his…private time,” you’re not sure how to word it. You don’t want to imply you want him to prostitute himself to you, even though it’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re telling this to Wooyoung, but you’re looking at San. His eyes are intense and he seems fully awake and alerted, also measuring you up with his eyes.

“I- I’m not sure we do this kind of jobs..” Wooyoung hesitates.

San pulls on his sleeve. Wooyoung looks at him, and you’re sure there is some kind of telepathic connection going on, because after a few seconds of intense eye contact, Wooyoung turns back to you. “He agrees.” Wooyoung confirms, even though San hasn’t said a word.

“Do you have anything specific in mind?”

“Not really. Just, the usual,” you blush. You didn’t think that far, since you didn’t really expect San to agree. “Or anything that occurs in the moment. But, of course, it depends on how San feels about...performing. I’m not sure about the extent of his injuries.”

“I’m not that injured,” San grumbles. It’s the first time he speaks out loud tonight and it catches you off guard. “I can perform.” He has a nice voice, you think. I wonder how he sounds when he cums.

“Well then, it’s settled,” Wooyoung claps his hands and reaches his palm towards you. You roll your eyes and put half of the money into his hands and he shoves it into his pocket immediately.

“Do you want to move elsewhere?” he asks.

“No, here is sufficient.” You would never admit it too Wooyoung, but fucking in dirty dressing room at the backstage of the boxer match, with the door that doesn’t lock well… it gives you the thrills already.

“Okay,” he replies and throws himself on an old armchair on the opposite side of the sofa.

You’re perplexed. “Aren’t you going to leave?” you ask in disbelief.

“No, of course not. I need to keep an eye on him. And you.” he smirks and reclines back to make himself more comfortable.

“Bullshit. You just want to watch,” He’s so annoying. You’re almost fuming at the audacity of this guy.

“Well, let’s say that’s a welcomed benefit.” he winks and you scoff, turning away from him. There is no point in arguing.

You hesitate. Both of them are looking at you, awaiting your actions and it’s getting awkward. Ah, to hell with it, you decide, shrug off your jacket and with a few steps you come to the sofa and sit on San’s lap. He put his hands to your waist.

“Can I kiss you? Or does it hurt too much?” you nod at his busted lip.

“I don’t mind pain,” he shakes his head, putting his hand on your neck he pulls you for a kiss. The kiss is fierce and tastes of blood, he’s not hesitating to push his tongue into your mouth and fight you for dominance.

He’s trying to unbutton your blouse singlehandedly with his other hand and when he succeeds and takes it off you, he squeezes your tits hard. He breaks the kiss to move his mouth along your jawline to suck and lick on your neck.

“You’re really pretty,” mumbles San into your neck. “I would have done it for free, you know,” he nuzzles. “Don’t tell Wooyoung that.” That makes you laugh a little.

You can feel him getting hard under you and you know you’re not doing much better yourself. You’re moving a little, rubbing your pussy over his cock, to get at least some stimulation for both of you, while he sucks and licks at your tits. You’re getting really into it and San’s hands on your waist help to guide your movement too. His breathing is getting heavier and he’s really hard under you.

“Do you want to make him come just from your dry humping? I thought you wanted to fuck,” Wooyoung’s voice interrupts your thoughts.

Ugh.

You stop moving and look back over your shoulder to Wooyoung, sprawled on the armchair, as if he were watching a movie.

“What’s your problem?” you frown.

“If you make him come now, he’ll fall asleep in like 3 minutes and then what? Will you expect a refund?” Wooyoung shrugs. “Just thinking of business.”

“Fine.” you stand up and unbutton your pants, but San bats your hands away and does it himself. He pulls them down together with your panties and you grab his shoulder for better balance while you step out of them.

San pulls you for a kiss, running his hands over the backs of your thighs up to your ass, slightly pulling it apart, making you realize that you’re standing bent over right in front of Wooyoung who has the first row seat to your bare ass and wet pussy. You briefly wonder if San did this on purpose.

San quickly unzips his own jeans and pulls out his cock. He’s already hard and leaking, the tip red and angry and you can’t wait to get it in you.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask San impatiently. Yours are laying somewhere on the floor in the jacket pocket, and it seems way too far now.

“He’s clean,” Wooyoung answers for him.

“How do you know that?” you ask, your patience running thin.

“Let’s say,” drawls Wooyoung with a smug smile. “I know about everyone he sleeps with.”

You frown, but you’re not going to argue with him. It’s hotter like this anyways.

You take San’s cock in your hand and slowly sink on it. You can’t resist looking at Wooyoung over your shoulder. He’s watching intensely and it’s clear he’s not unaffected either - his boner is starting to show and while one of his hands is on the armrest, the other is getting dangerously close to his crotch.

You slowly start to move and ride San’s cock. He’s a nice size and feels so nice and deep everytime you drop down. San’s hands are roaming all over your body, touching your ass, back, squeezing your tits while he’s sucking on your neck and collarbones, obviously trying to make up for the lack of his own movement in you. It’s not like you care much about that - he’s tired and injured and it’s not like you don’t prefer to just use a hot man like a toy. That’s actually why you’re even here.

The room is resonating with the disgusting squelching sounds as both you and San are getting wetter, your bodily fluids mixing together with sweat. You’re riding him tirelessly, gasping and whimpering, trying to get you both close to finish, when San suddenly moans so loud it almost startles you.

“What..” you’re confused, but you’re not stopping.

San is blushing. “He just licked my balls,” What. That makes you even more confused, but then you suddenly feel it. Wooyoung’s hot wet tongue on your asshole, his hands grabbing your asscheeks for better access.

Oh fuck. You didn’t even hear him approach. It feels too good to ponder about it, and just the sheer audacity of Wooyoung to dare to join like that riles you up even more. Not to mention that he’s just casually eating your ass like that, with full enthusiasm, tongue moving down to lick around San’s cock at the point where he’s entering your pussy. It feels like his tongue is everywhere at the same time.

“Was this part of the deal?” you laugh, red, sweaty and out of breath, but not stopping. You’re so close.

“It’s on the house,” mumbles Wooyoung, getting back to eating your ass like it’s his last meal.

He tries to push his tongue inside, and at the same moment San pinches your nipple just right, and that makes you come, so hard that San has to tighten his grip on your waist so you don’t fall off him as you move. He must be close too, the moment he senses that you have almost finished he grabs you by the waist with both hands and starts roughly thrusting up into you. It takes only a few thrusts though, and you can feel him coming in you.

You slump against him, tired and out of breath and fucked out. San’s softening cock is slipping out of your pussy and you don’t know what Wooyoung is doing to him this time, but it makes San squirm. Wooyoung moves his attention to you, licking your pussy from behind, slurping San’s come straight out of it. It’s overstimulating and you can’t come again like that, not yet, but you can hear Wooyoung’s whimpers and moans as he’s licking inside of you, and you’re pretty sure he’s getting off on it - so you let him, holding onto San while catching your breath.

It doesn’t take him long before you can hear him cumming into his own hand. After a moment, he breathes out and straightens. You look back and you see him offer his hand, dirtied with his own cum to San, for San to eat out off, like a dog getting a treat.

You drop down on the sofa.

“Does he not mind..that?”

San finishes licking Wooyoung’s hand clean.

“He knows to never bite a hand that feeds him,” he says. It makes you feel something.

San lies down next to you on the cramped sofa. He closes his eyes and seems to be out as light immediately.

“So…is that it?”

“I do actually have a real job offer for you. Come work for me.” you suggest.

“And do what?” scoffs Wooyoung. “Kill people? Or worse, die for you? Sorry, I don’t think either of us is interested in that.”

“Not necessarily. Although you could work the usual jobs if you wanted - protection, deals, and such. But if you don’t, I’m sure we can use San’s skill as an instructor for our new recruits. He wouldn’t have to fight anymore” you shrug. For a man like San, there is always something to do in your organization.

“We’re a package deal.” replies Wooyoung. The real meaning of his sentence is clear - what would I do? What’s in there for me?

“I’m aware. I could use an assistant and you seem more than capable,” you reply nonchalantly, although you already know you will regret it. Wooyoung will definitely make annoying you his primary job. You’re looking forward to this.

“Your lodging, food, salary, everything will be provided. You’ll live a more comfortable life. You don’t have to decide now, but I’m sure you would appreciate at least not having to live in a van, and- hmmppf” you get interrupted by San, who suddenly appears awake and surprises you with a kiss. He’s too passionate, tongue licking in your mouth, tasting of Wooyoung’s cum, and you don’t know if it’s desperation or gratitude, but you accept it. You wonder where he’s getting the energy for this though, but he’s almost mauling you with the fierceness of his kiss.

“Well, I guess it’s decided,” Wooyoung pecks you on the cheek and his lips linger there for a moment until he whispers in your ear.

“Boss.”

You don’t need a better answer.

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murd3r0u55ilh0u3tt3 · 1 month

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Eli Jang x Yor Forger reader

• You probably went to the Jaewon High together, but you guys first met at the park where you were taking your dog, Bond, for a walk. You played fetch with Bond, but instead of bringing the stick, he brought back a toddler.

• You panicked and immediately removed the girl from Bond's jaws and cradled her, looking around for her guardian. Finally, you heard a voice calling the girl's and a man with blonde hair running your way.

• You gave the girl back to the man and apologized and he said that all was forgiven as there were no scratch marks on the child and that he saw the dog saving the wandering child from a speeding motorcycle. The father, you assumed, introduced himself as Eli Jang, name which you were familiar of... Millie always gossiped about him during lunch at school... Isn't he from the beauty department?

• Soon enough, your meet ups at the park became more frequent and you even offered to babysit Yenna for him! Even Bond likes the child! Eli, as tired as he is, hesitantly agreed after the past few weeks of managing Hostel has been more chaotic.

• One day, he was trying to subdue these men that were terrorizing Hostel members. Eli could only have patience so much that when it ran out, he pummeled the men's skulls into the ground but is having a hard time fighting their leader.

• The leader then retreated to an alleyway and a bloodthirsty Eli followed after. He heard yelling and slashing from what was most likely knives piercing through flesh and turned to a hidden corner. He leaned his back to the wall and peeked, seeing a blur of black fabric. Before he could even interrupt, Warren and Sally pulled him back away from the area and back to Hostel. When he returned to the alleyway, he saw no sign of blood or weapons... That's strange... Must be an expert fighter from another gang.

• He went home and Yenna ran up to hug her father, and as he was going to greet you, he saw a bruise on your cheek. You nervously made up an excuse about slipping on the floor and hitting your cheek on the table corner, to which Eli sighed. He always noticed how clumsy you are, yet so agile at the right time of danger...

• Okay, he's starting to think that you do a lot more than yoga... The stunts you pulled while fighting off a thief on your way home was definitely martial arts. The way you slice food with a knife is terrifying. Hell, he even saw you climbing up the walls after one glance from a roach on the floor! Something's wrong, but for some reason, he can't quite figure it out... Maybe you'll tell him when the time comes, right?.... Right?

• Millie and the rest of the girls in Jaewon High are pretty jealous that you're so close with one of the most handsome men in the school. Despite your aloof demeanor, you actually made friends like Daniel, Vasco, Mira, Jace, Zoe, Jay... But you dont want any of them finding out your true colours.

#lookism x reader #Lookism #Lookism webtoon #spy x family #Yor forger

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Red Fang takes you home

General Plot: You're getting to knew Red Fang when some ne'er do wells approach.

Word Count: 1K

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

Dragons (Ward, Riaz, and Ajani) x female reader

W: some description of fighting, sfw monster fluff

The moment was broken by the scent of sour ale flooding the garden. Riaz and his pack looked up at once to find White Wood Pack trundling across the lawn, still bloody from their earlier fight. He found himself openly growling at their intrusion. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you look up at him in surprise.

“What are you lot doing creeping around in the bushes?” Ajani shouted, meeting them at the small gate that separated the terrace from the garden.

“Came to celebrate the festival same as anyone,” a White Wood belched, trying to brush past him, “best to show up to these things late when the wenches have got a few drinks in ‘em.”

Red Fang angled their bodies to hide you, but the grubby warlock had shrewd eyes.

“What have you got there?” he asked, peeking around Ward to look at you.

“Nothing you need to concern yourselves with,” Ward asserted, taking a step forward into his space, “I’m surprised you four are still standing. Hard headed bunch, aren’tcha?”

Another White Wood, this one with a few rotten teeth missing, scoffed, shoving his shoulder into Ajani.

“Out of the way,” he grunted. Ajani pushed him back, refusing to move.

One of them maneuvered around the back side of the garden to lean his arms over the railing at your back.

“Hello there little lady, why not ditch these guys and come spend some time with my crew? I can tell you we are a lot more fun than these scoundrels.”

You shrank away from him, obviously uncomfortable and with surprising agility for a big man he hopped the fence, landing neatly in front of you and grabbing your wrist. You shouted in surprise and it set off every instinctive switch in Riaz that told him to protect. Without thinking he jerked the warlock away from you.

“How dare you put your hands on me?” the warlock snapped as if they hadn’t already kicked their asses once that day. He swung out a sharp uppercut, catching Riaz in the chin. His vision went red and he clocked him right back. He heard you squeal and then all hell broke loose as the two packs went at each other.

Someone inside must have heard your cries because before you knew it the matron of the Lotus Complex, Velma, (the town guard that had found you) and and her partner came out. They jumped into the rabble without a thought. She immediately broke up the fight, while the male orc helped you off of the bench you’d taken shelter on.

“I thought we already talked to you lot about fighting?” he snapped, checking you for injuries.

“We were protecting (Y/N), when this one attacked us!” Ward snapped back, pointing at the leader of the White Wood pack.

He growled.

“He put his hands on me first!” he hissed, pointing at Riaz.

“He touched (Y/N),” Riaz retorted, jerking his thumb at the warlock.

“If she’s not your mate, him touching her is no excuse to start a fight and ruin the festivities,” the matron of the Lotus Complex huffed, crossing her arms.

“But-” Riaz started, but he was cut off by Velma pulling out her handcuffs.

“I already warned you once tonight. You all are coming in,” she said, her eyes focused hungrily on him.

You had no idea, but Velma had never gotten over that he left her to join his pack and move to the mountains with Ward and Ajani. He didn’t look forward to a night at her mercy.

“Wait!” you blurted out.

Everyone looked at you.

“If they were my mates they wouldn’t get arrested?” you asked.

Velma looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s legal for them to protect you from a perceived threat, yes, if you were mates. But they're not so-”

“Red Fang pack are my mates,” you announced and then quickly, "I was just accepting their proposal when these...other...guys showed up."

Everyone stared at you.

The matron quickly shuffled over to you.

“Darling…are you sure about that? They aren’t…oh dear, how do I put this…they probably aren’t right for you.”

At that you looked offended.

“What do you mean? Are they liars?” you asked.

She thought about it.

“Well no.” she answered.

“Are they cruel to people or animals?”

She shook her head.

“Do they care about each other?”

Riaz answered that for her.

“Yes, we care about each other very much.”

You smiled.

“Then I don’t see the problem.”

The matron looked at a very angry looking Velma and her confused looking partner.

“If the female declares them to be mates, then they are, those are the rules. You do understand this is a permanent arrangement, (Y/N)?”

At that you bit your lip. Riaz could see the conflict in your eyes, you wanted to go back to your family somehow.

“Permanent until you go back,” he amended.

She looked at him confused and he continued.

“I know you probably want to find a way back to Earth. We don’t mind helping you with that and while you're here we can be mates. I mean we will always be mates, but we won't stop you from going home.”

“Riaz…” Ward warned, but he shot him a look that said it was the right thing to do. They weren’t ever going to find someone in Imbryah to mate with them and he would rather have you for a short time than not at all. Whatever misgivings they all had disappeared when you smiled at them.

“Okay,” you said, “then, yes, we are mates if you’ll have me.”

Your humbleness touched him.

“Of course we will have you,” Ajani said.

Ward looked worried, but nodded his consent.

“Then that’s that,” the matron said, clapping her hands and Velma was forced to arrest White Wood pack and lead them angrily away while she shot you daggers.

“So what now?” you asked, Red Fang, pretty much oblivious to the orcess' threatening looks.

Ward gave you a small smile.

“Now we take you home, I guess,” he said, “it’s a long trip. We live in the mountains.”

Your eyes lit up.

“I love mountains! Are there bats?”

They all looked at you like you were looney toons.

“Um…yes there are bats,” he said.

“Then let’s go,” you said, beaming and taking Riaz’s hand, “the sooner the better!”

Riaz blinked down at you, shocked, but pleased and nodded his head.

Ajani grinned and took your other hand. Ward gave you a half smile full of tenderness and conflict and they led you away from the complex.

#dragon x human #harem x reader #x reader #monster x reader #exophelia #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster lover #sfw monster fluff #monster fluff

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bumpkinspice0 · 10 months

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Parallels: chapter 1

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explict

Word Count: 2842

Summary: You never had a 'spidey sense,' as you came to learn from your time as part of Spider Society. You'd gotten along this far without it and were an excellent spider-woman regardless. Then you meet Miguel O'Hara and it awakens something in you. A strange buzzing in the back of your head. It doesn't stop whenever he's in sight, and you think he knows what's happening to you.

Something about Miguel draws you in. What made him so fucking special?

Warnings: Smuuut, Oral (Fem receiving-in a public place), Mentions of masturbation (like barely), horny at work, Miguel being feral, spider hormone connection?? IDK

Notes: This is my first time sharing anything I've written, I have no idea what I'm doing. I just started this blog an hour ago for this shit. I swear a lot, i guess. Please go easy on me... and enjoy, my beloveds.

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Chapter 1

Spidey Sense

At first, joining Spider Society was overwhelming. How could it not be? But also— strangely relieving. There were more of you. Enough to fill a 200-story tower. After years of doing this on your own, you had a community to lean on. A community just like you.

As your life in the spider citadel went on it became more and more obvious that no two spider people were exactly the same. Powers or personality-wise— well, actually all of you seemed to be pretty quick-witted. Everyone’s abilities seemed to differ ever so slightly, you were no exception.

You never had what you came to learn as a ‘spidey sense.’ You had wall-crawling, strength, agility, all the seemingly usual stuff— but just not this apparent danger warning your fellow spider people had. Your powers seemed to make up for themselves in the end. Whatever you may have lost with this other sense, you more than made up for in other ways.

You didn’t have an internal security system, but your remaining senses were easily double that of any of your counterparts. On top of that your webs were completely organic. No awkward shooters or web fluid to constantly worry about. You win some, you lose some.

Still, it fascinated you. The ability to sense danger. A literal sixth sense. Having constant spacial awareness sounded amazing after the embarrassing amount of random pigeons you’d hit while swinging through the city.

You asked around about it whenever powers came into the conversation. It was as casual as talking about the weather for all of you. They all described it the same. An unmistakable gut feeling. A tingling in the back of your head, a spiked heart rate, and suddenly you knew every small detail that was happening around you. If you were being honest, it sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. Random adrenaline spikes throughout the day didn’t sound like the funnest ability to deal with. You’d never felt anything remotely like what they were describing.

Well, until you met him.

Met was a strong word, actually. Miguel was a reclusive leader. You’d only met him a handful of times. Jess was the one to recruit you into the spider-league and Miguel was just this invisible entity you’d only heard about in passing. Everyone talked about him with such high regard and respect that you just kind of mimicked their attitude without really knowing anything about him. He built this place. He had to be incredible.

The first time you saw the illusive Spider-Man 2099 was in a meeting. Jess wanted to get you into some teamwork missions and you reluctantly agreed. You and about a dozen other of your spider-comrades were to inspect an anomaly in universe whatever. Don’t interact with anything. Only observe. It was clearly a bullshit team-building exercise for all of you. No one here really knew much about being part of a team.

The air in the room changed when Miguel walked in. Everyone instantly hushed. He commanded the space with such little effort. He was addressing the room when he made eye contact with you and you immediately felt intimidated. Christ, he was huge… and handsome. Beyond his obvious leg-buckling good looks, there was something else his gaze did to you.

A strange tingling in the back of your head.

His gaze stayed on you longer than you’d have liked, his head tilting ever so slightly before pulling his attention back to the rest of the room. The buzzing in your head didn’t go away until he left.

What the hell was that?

“You alright?” Jess tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. The rest of the room was dispersing into the portal. Clearly, you paid close attention to the debriefing you’d just sat through.

“Yep!” You answered just a little too loudly. “Just nerves, I guess. Let’s do this.” Your lead Spider-Woman gave a cheeky smile before leading you both into the portal.

That was the first time you’d noticed something weird.

You’d only see Miguel in passing or in crowded rooms with countless other spider people. It quickly became obvious that he was the cause of whatever was happening with you. No matter the situation, you still got that weird feeling whenever he was around. He’d always glance at you more than you’d like— but then again you did the same. As you climbed the ranks you worried you’d get stuck on missions with him. Luckily, he seemed to take his jobs solo.

Still, ever the attentive leader he was, he soon was in every briefing you were. Every meeting and training— sitting on the other end of the room making your newfound spider sense scream in your head. It would start going off even before you entered the room. That’s how you’d know he’d be there— and your sense was right every time.

The last time you saw him, he didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time.

A massive projection table stood between you and him. Lyla was showing some random science behind whatever the latest threat to the universe at large was. You couldn’t care less about what she said while this brutish man bore into your soul— again.

Your sense was going crazy this time. No one else ever seemed to notice, so why did he? You’d heard through the grapevine Miguel was one of the few other spider people that didn’t have a spider-sense. He wasn’t much like any of the other spiders, really. Yet, he seemed to know what was happening to you.

How could he not know, since he was clearly the cause.

Your growing adrenaline morphed into something you didn’t expect. Your cheeks immediately reddened when you felt a heat rising in your core— and a gush of arousal between your legs. You squeezed your legs together, leaning on the projection table for support. Then Miguel’s expression changed. His eyebrows furrowed. You saw his jaw and neck clench. If you didn’t know any better he looked disgusted.

It was fucking humiliating.

This was your job. These were your colleagues. You were all discussing what you needed to do to keep the literal entire universe safe! And here you were, getting horny over nothing like some teenager. Pathetic.

And he surely knew exactly what was happening.

Miguel left the meeting in a huff and you ran your vibrator dead that night when you got home.

From then on, you actively avoided him. Both out of shame and for your own sanity. Whatever this was, you didn’t wanna deal with it. Out of sight of a mind.

It was obvious no one else had this weird problem with him so there wasn’t anyone you could turn to. You’d rather die than explain this to Jess and half of your other members were fucking teenagers. You didn’t want to ask Lyla so she could have this in her memory banks for Miguel to just stumble across one day and promptly expel you from Spider society. You loved it here. You loved being part of something bigger than yourself. It's why you took up the mantel in the first place.

Yet, surrounded by the people who understand you most, you were alone in this. Trapped by some weird spider-power puberty. Could superpowers even go through puberty? It made as much sense as anything else in your life.

You were walking to the training room when that doomed buzz pinged in the back of your head. Turning the corner to the empty corridor was that dreaded, broad figure you’d been successfully avoiding for weeks now. He pauses when he sees you, just for a moment, before continuing on his path. Your spider sense hadn’t shown itself this entire time and now it was like a car alarm in your head. Still, you managed to walk on. You won’t let him have the satisfaction.

He mumbled your name with a small nod when you passed each other, you did the same. Honestly, you were surprised he even knew your first name. You were nearly at the corner when you felt the tingling morph into what you were dreading. You bit your lip at the building erotic sensation between your legs. You’d had enough.

After that last encounter, you started to wonder if this was something he was doing. How could you not? There was something in his animalistic eyes besides pure hunger. There was knowing. There was smugness.

Yeah, he was definitely doing something. This was his fault.

“Stop it!” You turn to shout at him, now standing yards away from you. Your voice echoes down the empty hallway. He turns to look at you, a grimace on his face. “This isn’t funny. I don’t know what the hell your doing or why you’re doing it, but just stop it.” You say again, stepping toward him.

“What I’m doing?” he snarls, “What do you think I’m doing?”

“You’re fucking with me for fun,” You accuse him, “I thought it was me. I thought it was something I was doing because no one else had the same problem, but it only happens around you. So you’re the one doing something to me!”

“Only around me, hm?” he scoffs, stepping toward you. “I’m not doing anything,”

“Liar,” you bite, “This only happens around you. That only leaves one option. You’re doing it.”

A bloated silence follows. You see his shoulders drop, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes in annoyance.

“You really don’t know what’s happening either, do you?” That gives you pause. “The constant… buzzing.”

No fucking way.

He… felt it too.

He’s standing directly in front of you now, his expression softened ever so slightly.

“I’m not like most of them, you know.” He starts, his voice a low rumble, “No spider-sense, talons for wall-crawling, venomous fangs… enhanced senses. You’re not exactly like the others either, are you?” his form dwarfs you, backing you into the closest wall.

“You don’t know anything about me,” You hiss.

“I know everything about you,” He retorts, “It’s my job to know.”

“You… you really don’t know what’s happening to me. To…us.”

This all just got insanity more confusing. Well, it already was but this was just another layer onto the shitty cake. He could be lying, you think briefly. He could see how much he affects you and finds it funny. Though that nagging feeling in the back of your head says he’s telling the truth— and you believe it.

“Not yet,” his arms cage you in. His eyes shift to that familiar deep red as he drags his gaze over you, “I was suspicious the first time, then it wouldn’t stop.”

“It’s awful.”

“The worst.”

Then, for the first time, you actually feel small under his gaze— other than in a literal sense. He’d been staring you down for over a month but now he was so damn close.

“What’s it feel like… for you?” He asks.

You think for a moment, trying to ignore the heat rising inside you, “It’s… it’s like climbing a roller coaster. Anticipation. Adrenaline. You know somethings coming.”

Your heartbeat is pounding.

“Mhmm,” he lowers his head, “What else?”

“It’s—“, you shy away from his gaze.

“I know what else,” he leans down, lips brushing into your ear, “I’ve been able to smell you for days.”

If this were any other man you’d have knocked him unconscious by now, but something about him speaking to you this way made your legs nearly give out.

You feel a sharp pressure against your thigh. You look down to see the single talon of his index finger pressed against you, hooked through the material of your suit.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, his voice a low growl now, “This is what it’s screaming at you?”

You bite your lip, taking in a sharp inhale before you nod.

He drags the claw up your thigh and across your stomach, slicing with precision cleanly through the material of your suit and underwear. Another rush of arousal runs through you. The fabric gives way easily and your core is left completely bare. He grabs your thighs.

“I wonder if you taste as good as you smell,” he hoists your legs over his shoulders as he kneels down to meet your waiting cunt. He holds you on top of him like you weigh nothing at all.

Superhuman strength and agility had several perks you always felt you never fully utilized.

His mouth engulfs you, licking a long stripe up your entrance before enveloping your clit. You gasp and grab his head with one hand and stick to the wall with the other. It wasn’t exactly stable, but that was the last thing on your mind. The king of spider-kind was eating you out in the middle of the citadel— and god was he good.

You fight back your moans as best you can, anyone could walk by. Anyone could hear you. When he sucks down on you, you let a small scream slip.

“Cállate!” He hisses underneath you. Your eyes briefly meet his before he’s back on you. You barely remember your 3 years of high school Spanish, but the tone of his voice was clear. Be quiet.

You bit down on your hand. Your toes curled in your shoes. He was unraveling you bit by bit with his tongue. Consuming you like a starved man.

His mouth wasn’t the only thing wrecking you. That annoying buzz in your head had dulled into something different— something entirely new. The strange tingling simmered into a warm sensation, raising every hair on your body. Every time he’d touch you, it’d electrify you even more. Did he feel this way too, you wonder?

He wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t slow and sensual. He was fucking primal, wriggling and squirming underneath you as if to try to get more of you— to get you impossibly closer. He’d retracted his claws but his fingers squeezed you so tightly you knew there’d be bruises in the morning. The thought sent a new wave of wetness to your cunt.

He moans into you, sending vibrations all through your body. He was whispering some sweet nothings you didn’t have the brain capacity to try and understand. Really he was telling you all you wanted to know— he was enjoying this too. Whether it was for some sick kicks or he just liked the control, you didn’t care. He was giving you some much-needed relief you didn’t know you had pent up— and it felt like this was the same for him.

Then he finally looks up at you, his eyes overtaken by that inhuman crimson red— animalistic and feral and wanting. You should be afraid of him.

His tongue delves into your heat, his strong nose still nudging at your clit. You were getting close now— already? Yeah, you were way more pent-up than you thought. Both of your hands come down to his head, lacing your fingers through his dark hair.

“Miguel,” You barely gasp out, “Miguel, I’m gonna—”

You don’t finish before it overtakes you. Your shaking legs crush his head while pure euphoric energy surges through you. Your face contorts into a silent scream, completely forgetting how to breathe for just a moment. It was raw. It was hungry and rushed, but it was perfect.

He works you through it until your bones become jelly. He lowers you down onto his lap. The buzzing in your head is singing— and then it’s finally silent, washing over you like a warm wave. It was complete bliss.

Even straddling his lap, he still towers over you—crowding you in against the wall with his arms again. You’re both panting from the rush. Did you seriously just do that? Did he seriously just do that?

“It… it stopped,” You finally say. “The buzzing.”

He grunts in response, which you can only interpret as me too. Running his thumb across his chin to gather your remaining arousal. Those red eyes never leave your face while he sucks the digit clean. You instantly feel another rush of heat at the sight. This fucking man.

You both turn to the sound of oncoming footsteps just around the corner. So much for heightened senses this time. You turn back to each other, both with the same question painted across your face. What the fuck do we do?

He’s the first to act, quickly typing something into his multiverse watch. A portal opens in the wall directly behind you. Without warning you fall into it, getting one last look at Miguel's smug face before it closes. Then— you're in your empty apartment.

Your ears are ringing. Your heart is pounding. Too many thoughts are rushing through your head to even bother sorting out right now. As you sit there, shamefully bare in your most intimate area in the middle of your living room, you settle on one aspect of this entire fucked up situation to focus on.

That asshole ruined your last fucking suit.

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blues824 · 1 year

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hi, could i request the dorm leaders with a fem S/O who’s like a spider-man type figure like the whole spider-man backstory and vigilante thing while also juggling school so her dealing with the overblots and just generally helping all of the students is kind of standard for her, in fact it’s a lot less than what she did back in her own world, basically the embodiment of justice, happy holidays!

I added a little something at the end of each character’s scenario. I tried to keep it to the comics, but I just had to sprinkle in a specific scene.

Riddle Rosehearts

During his overblot, he most definitely saw you swing in by your spiderwebs. It was a rather interesting sight, since no one knew who you were or where you came from. But you quickly packed Riddle up and knocked him on his ass. As Riddle was still conscious, you took off your mask to catch your breath a bit easier. Then he passed out.

When he wakes up in the infirmary, you’re right by his side. His eyes go wide, remembering what happened. You have to walk him through deep breaths before explaining that you were a vigilante back in your world. You explained how you were bitten by a radioactive spider and you got your abilities.

You even laughed, saying that his overblot was nothing to you after he apologized, but that made him even more concerned. But it did make him curious… What was the worst thing you’ve fought? You smiled as you told him about Morlun and how he had killed many Spider-Men across the multiverse but you teamed up with the Spider-Men who were still alive and defeated him.

Once the nurse had told him that it was alright for him to go back to Heartslabyul, you gladly escorted him to make sure he got there safely. It was embarrassing for the Housewarden, but he appreciated it. As you got to the door, you shot out a web and hung from the doorframe and placed a kiss on Riddle’s cheek. He was stunned as you got down and waved goodbye.

Leona Kingscholar

Since he was focused on trying to attack Malleus, he didn’t notice you swinging in to save the day. On your last swing, you kicked and hit Leona in the face. He was already tired because of everyone else, so he was knocked to the ground. He stayed conscious just long enough to see the pitiful look in your eyes as you took off your mask. Then everything went black.

He woke up due to his nephew shaking him awake. You quickly picked Cheka up so he wouldn’t cause Leona any pain. That’s when the latter lion noticed you. All the memories came flooding back, and he has to admit that he’s embarrassed that he was taken out by a single kick. He asked how you were able to do that and you explained the bite from the spider and how you were a renowned vigilante back in your world.

He went to apologize, but you turned it down. You even said that it got weird only having to deal with schoolwork rather than balancing it with protecting your city. He understood to a certain degree since the women in his homeland were often fierce warriors, but it was still very concerning. Cheka was amazed and started asking a bunch of questions, and you answered them with a smile. It made Leona’s heart flutter.

When the nurse told you that it was safe for him to go back to Savanaclaw, you walked him there. He tried to refuse, but you were very insistent. Once you reached the entrance, you shot a spider web and hung upside down. You then leaned forward and placed a kiss on Leona’s cheek. He blushed, but grabbed your face and kissed you on the lips. After, he mumbled something about not doing a half-ass job and caught you as you fell from being caught off-guard.

Azul Ashengrotto

During his overblot, he most definitely noticed the agility you had under the water. Your webs weren’t water-soluble either (I looked this up) and you were able to wrap him up in the webbing to prevent him from doing any more damage. As he was losing consciousness due to exhaustion, he was able to see you take off your mask and look at him in worry.

Once he woke up in the infirmary, his eyes met yours. All the memories came flooding back into his mind and the pain hit him like a truck as he tried sitting up. You gently pushed him back down and told him that he needed rest. He had to admit that he was flattered to see his crush so worried about him.

He wanted to apologize, but you brushed it off like it was nothing. You told him that his overblot was nothing compared to the villains you faced back home. That made him wonder what exactly you had to go through, and he asked about it. You happily told him about the spider bite and how that caused a domino effect and gave you superpowers.

When the nurse informed you that it was alright for Azul to go back to Octavinelle, you volunteered to walk/swim(?) him there. He continued asking about your abilities (since they’re not magical, he can’t really take them away). When you both made it to the entrance, you shot out the web and hung upside down. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek, hopped down, and started your way back to Ramshackle. The cecaelia was so glad the tweels weren’t here to tease him about how red his face was.

Kalim Al-Asim

During Jamil’s overblot, everyone was in awe when you came swinging in and delivered the critical blow, knocking Jamil off-target. You then had your fill of packing him up and defeating him so that he wouldn’t cause any more destruction to himself or others. When you took off your mask, Kalim let out an audible gasp.

As you both visited Jamil in the infirmary, Kalim asked you a bunch of questions about your powers. You found his excited curiosity completely adorable, so you answered each and every one of his questions to the best of your ability. You told them (Jamil was awake at this point) about how you were bit by the spider and how you harnessed your abilities to fight for justice.

Jamil tried to apologize for almost hurting everyone, but you told him that it was no big deal. After all, his overblot was nothing compared to what you had to deal with on the daily back in your world. You gladly told them about Doc-Oc and Sandman, and they were worried that you had to go through all of this at such a young age.

When the nurse said it was okay to take Jamil back to Scarabia, you volunteered to tag along to make sure that your dear friends made it alright. Once you got Jamil inside, Kalim walked you to the door. You shot a web and hung upside down, then leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek then shot more webs to swing away. Kalim brought a hand up to his cheek, almost trying to confirm you actually kissed him.

Vil Schoenheit

During his overblot, he most definitely noticed the pesky little spider trying to stop him from destroying everything. However, since the pesky little spider had a shit ton of experience with enemies much worse than him, you were able to knock him and his ego down. As he was losing consciousness, he was able to see you take off your mask and look at him in sadness.

When he woke up in the infirmary, you were placing some flowers in the vase beside his bed. He thanked you, and it caused you to jump in surprise. He asked you why you kept your abilities hidden and you told him that it has been years since you felt like a normal person. You were willing to risk being made fun of for being magicless for the sake of being considered ‘normal’?

You saw the look in his face, the one that tried to tell you he was sorry without vocally saying it. You gently blushed some of his hair out his face and told him that it would all be alright. After all, the overblot didn’t even make it on the list of most difficult enemies you’ve faced.

When the nurse informed the both of you that it was alright for Vil to go back to Pomefiore, you volunteered to help him. Once you made it to the entrance, you told him to stay still. You shot your web onto the door frame so that you could hang upside-down. You beckoned him closer, but before you could peck his cheek he kissed you on the lips. He took a quick step back and laughed as you fell out of shock.

Idia Shroud

During his overblot, he couldn’t help but geek out in his mind when he saw a figure swinging into action to defeat him. He had seen so many video games and movies about a character much like the one that was currently kicking his ass. Eventually, the hero brought down the final punch that knocked him down. Before his eyes closed, he saw the person take off their mask to reveal… you?!

When he wakes up in the infirmary, the first thing he sees is your relieved smile. The memories came back and hit him (like my mom hit me with a chancla when I was younger) and he let out an audible gasp. He then asked about your powers. You gladly told him about the spider bite in that lab many years ago and how it gave you the abilities a spider has.

After a few moments of quiet, he started tearing up a bit. He was telling you about how sorry he was about everything and you just held him. You told him that it was alright and that it would all be fine and that it wasn’t that difficult for you considering all the villains you’ve already had to fight back home.

When the nurse told the both of you that Idia was alright enough to go back to Ignihyde, you asked if he would be alright with you walking him there. He said yes all too quickly, and his face and hair went pink in embarrassment. When you reached the entrance of his dorm, you used your web to hang upside down and kiss him on the cheek. His hair went absolutely red as you giggled and went on your merry way.

Malleus Draconia

During many of the overblots, he had seen you (not knowing it was you at the time) swing into action immediately. It was intriguing to see someone have so many spider-like attributes. Were you a fae like himself, or something much more complex? He had to admit that it came as a shock when he finally saw the mask come off to reveal you.

On your nightly walks he asks you a bunch of questions that you answer as well as you can. You told him everything, from the spider bite in the lab to coming face-to-face with a guy who killed multiple different versions of you that came from multiple different universes.

In his mind, the dynamic between the two of you was truly hilarious. A spider and a dragon, in love. It seems more like a children’s fairytale, but he was glad to be experiencing it hand-in-hand with you. You got to a point where you said that Twisted Wonderland made you feel normal because your abilities weren’t anything out of the usual. Have you always felt like this?

One night, you were heading back to your own dorm since Malleus always insisted on walking you home (his grandmother raised him to be a gentleman). You got the genius idea to shoot your web on a nearby tree and hang upside down while beckoning the fae prince closer. You leaned forward and went to place a kiss on his cheek when he held you in place. He moved forward and kissed you on the lips. He caught you in the nick of time after so you wouldn’t fall to the ground. You were so freaking flustered, it wasn’t even funny.

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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game changer — isaac lahey x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, violence — drama, humor

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synopsis: in isaac's eyes, there was room for only one star player on the field, and it had to be him

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the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the beacon hills high school lacrosse field. you adjusted your gloves, gripping your lacrosse stick with a determined look. on the other end of the field, scott mccall, your loyal friend and pack leader, crouched with an equally determined expression. “ready to go?” scott called out, his brown eyes gleaming with a playful glint. you smirked, twirling your stick. “always.”

the two of you had been training like this for weeks, using your unique circumstances as both a werewolf and a skilled lacrosse player to improve both of your abilities. the goal was simple: you'd fire shots at scott, and he would do his best to block them using his reflexes. it was a friendly competition, a way to make use of your supernatural traits for fun and growth.

as the whistle blew, you dashed forward, weaving through the field with agility. with each shot, you aimed with precision, testing scott's speed and accuracy. to your satisfaction, every ball you launched found its way past him and into the net.

amid the sound of pounding footsteps and the swish of the net, you caught sight of isaac lahey watching from the sidelines. his arms were crossed over his chest, a scowl etched on his face. he'd joined the team recently, and his competitive spirit was clear in the way he observed your practice. you weren't on the team, thankfully, but knowing you had more skill than he did, werewolf or not, irkee him.

after the training session, you caught your breath and wiped the sweat from your brow. scott approached you, a grin tugging at his lips. “you're getting really good at this, you know.“

“practice makes perfect,” you replied with a shrug, though a sense of accomplishment warmed your chest.

isaac strode over, his expression tense as he looked between you and scott. “impressive shots, (y/n). but i'm guessing there's more to it than just practice.” you raised an eyebrow at him, not missing the hint of challenge in his tone. “and what makes you say that?”

isaac's eyes flickered to scott before returning to you. “you've got some secret for controlling your abilities, don't you? i've seen enough to know that much.”

you smirked, a spark of amusement dancing in your eyes. “maybe i'm just a natural.”

Isaac's jaw clenched, his frustration palpable. “just because we're in the same pack doesn't mean i won't hit you. i wanna know your secret.” you leaned in closer, your gaze locked onto his. “and why would i tell you?”

“because we're on the same team,” isaac retorted, his voice low and intense. “actually, i'm on the team. unlike you. i wonder why that is.”

you chuckled, a hint of mockery in your tone. "“so, what? you want me to give you a tutorial on how to be a better werewolf?”

“something like that,” Isaac replied through gritted teeth.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “sorry, lahey. have fun with your school's losing streak.” isaac's nostrils flared, and his fists clenched at his sides. “we'll see about that.”

isaac's departure left a trail of unresolved tension hanging in the air, but you pushed it aside for the moment. scott's voice pulled you from your thoughts as he approached, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “he's got a fire in him, doesn't he?” he mused, his gaze following isaac's retreating figure. you chuckled softly, rolling your eyes. “more like a burning obsession to know everything.”

scott laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “well, if there's anyone who can handle his curiosity, it's you.”

“thanks, i think,” you replied with a grin.

scott's expression turned more serious. “you know, we could really use someone like you on the team. if finstock knew just how good you are—”

you raised an eyebrow, skepticism lacing your voice. “finstock? you really think he'd let a girl on the team?” scott's gaze held a mixture of determination and hope. “i've seen you play, (y/n). you're as good as any guy out there, maybe even better. and finstock can't argue with results.”

you considered his words, the idea taking root in your mind. it was true that you had always been passionate about lacrosse, and your supernatural abilities only added an extra edge to your skills. the prospect of joining the team officially was both intriguing and tempting.

“i'm not sure about this, scott,” you admitted, uncertainty in your voice. "i'm used to the taunts and the doubt." scott's grin widened. “maybe it's time to show them all what you're made of?”

you nodded slowly, a determined fire igniting within you. “maybe it is.”

as you headed off the field with scott, your thoughts were a whirlwind of possibilities. if you could prove yourself to coach finstock, if you could overcome the stereotypes and expectations, you might just change the game.

the anticipation hung heavy in the air as you stood just outside the boys' locker room, your heartbeat resonating like a drum in your chest. scott, your unwavering supporter, stood beside you with an encouraging grin. his hand rested on your shoulder, offering a silent reassurance that you could do this.

“ready for this?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and amusement.

you took a deep breath, nerves and determination intertwining. “as ready as I'll ever be.”

with a knowing nod, scott pushed open the locker room door, and the clamor of voices abruptly hushed as you stepped in, immediately drawing everyone's attention. their gazes flickered between you and scott, a mixture of surprise and confusion on their faces.

“guys, i've got someone here who wants to join the team,” scott announced with a grin, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he addressed the others. “you all know (y/n).” a ripple of incredulous laughter swept through the room, a few snorts of disbelief mixed in. you held your head high, refusing to let their skepticism weaken your resolve.

“is this a joke?” one of the players, you had recognized as jackson, muttered, earning a chorus of chuckles.

your jaw tightened, but you forced a smile. “no joke. your team kinda sucks.”

another round of laughter echoed, but scott's amused glance conveyed his confidence in you. with a nod from him, he led the way out to the field, and you followed, the weight of their stares burning into your back. the open expanse of the lacrosse field stretched out before you, the grass vibrant beneath the setting sun. coach finstock, leaning against the goalpost, raised an eyebrow as he glanced between scott and you.

“alright, mccall, what's this all about?” finstock demanded, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.

“we've got a new recruit who wants to give it a shot,” scott replied, his grin unyielding.

finstock's gaze shifted to you, sizing you up with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “a new recruit, huh? a girl, too. this is a boys' lacrosse team.”

you stood your ground, your gaze locking with finstock's. “i'm not asking for any special treatment. let me prove myself,” you paused, scanning the competition before your eyes. “your players are all a tutu and wig away from being girls, anyway.”

finstock's lips curled into a slow, skeptical smile. “tutu, huh? alright then. you want a shot? let's see what you've got.” you had to borrow gear from the lost and found bin, but you didn't complain. you weren't in any position to complain.

he blew his whistle, and the players assembled on the field. the tension was palpable, an electric charge that crackled through the air. scott gave you a reassuring nod, and the game began.

the boys moved with precision, their passes and maneuvers executed with practiced fluidity. and then, suddenly, the ball was in play. scott passed it to you, and the moment you caught it, the world around you narrowed to the field and the goalpost. with a burst of speed, you weaved through the players, your lacrosse stick an extension of your arm. the wind rushed past your ears, and your heart raced as the goalpost drew closer. you launched the ball, and it soared through the air, hitting the back of the net with a satisfying thud.

silence followed, broken only by the rustle of the grass in the wind. the players stared at you in disbelief, their expressions shifting from astonishment to something bordering on respect.

but the true test had yet to come.

as the game resumed, you found yourself against a flurry of opponents, their tackles and passes relentless. yet each time the ball came your way, you were ready. your reflexes were finely honed, and your movements were a dance of precision. you deflected every pass, anticipated every move, and when the ball was in your possession, you seized the opportunity to score.

the scoreboard began to tip in your favor, and finstock's murmurs of astonishment grew louder. but there was one player you couldn't ignore—the dark figure of isaac lahey, his eyes trained on you with a mixture of frustration and intrigue.

finally, as the game reached its climax, the ball was thrown high into the air, a chaotic scramble ensuing. it was isaac who lunged for it, his determination etched across his face. but in that moment, something ignited within you, a surge of strength that defied explanation. isaac's outstretched hand barely brushed the ball before you snatched it away, your body moving on instinct alone. and then, with a force that took even you by surprise, you pivoted and threw him over your shoulder.

time seemed to freeze as isaac sailed through the air, his expression a mix of astonishment and disbelief. the impact as he hit the ground was both satisfying and jarring, a testament to the power you hadn't realized you possessed.

the field fell into a stunned silence, punctuated by the ragged sound of isaac's breaths. coach finstock's mouth hung open, his whistle forgotten in his hand. and then, slowly, the silence gave way to a smattering of applause that grew into a roar of cheers.

finstock's eyes locked onto you, his disbelief shifting to something resembling respect. “alright, (l/n), you've got yourself a spot on this team.”

and just like that, the impossible became reality. the cheers and congratulations of your new teammates washed over you, and as you looked across the field, you caught isaac's gaze. the fire in his eyes was undeniable, but beneath it, something else simmered—a grudging respect born from the intensity of the challenge you'd just posed.

the following day, the buzz surrounding your triumphant display on the lacrosse field still hung in the air like static electricity. the halls of school seemed to crackle with an energy you couldn't ignore. as you walked into the bustling cafeteria, you were met with curious glances and hushed conversations that faded into whispers as you passed.

joining your friends at the usual table, you settled into a seat with a grin. scott, stiles, lydia, and the rest of the group greeted you with enthusiastic smiles and cheers. “(y/n), that move yesterday? It was amazing, you gotta teach me,” stiles exclaimed, his hands mimicking your throwing motion as he animatedly recounted the moment. “i swear, it was like something out of an action movie.”

you chuckled, grateful for your friends' support. “thanks, stiles. it was pretty intense.”

he continued his animated retelling, punctuating his words with dramatic gestures and exclamations. as he launched into a description of your skill, a familiar voice cut through the chatter.

“stiles, shut up,” isaac's voice broke in, his tone a mix of annoyance and exasperation.

he blinked, momentarily taken aback. “wait, what? i'm just giving credit where credit's due.”

isaac's gaze shifted to you, his eyes narrowing as they met yours. “you don't need his play-by-play, (y/n). i'm sure you're already well aware of how impressive you were.” his tone was borderline mocking.

a challenge seemed to spark between the two of you, a battle of wills and egos that went beyond the lacrosse field. scott exchanged a knowing glance with you, while the others exchanged uneasy looks.

“okay, enough of the tension,” scott interjected, attempting to diffuse the situation. “we're all friends here, right?”

lydia nodded, her lips curved into an apologetic smile. “yeah, isaac, don't rain on the parade.”

isaac's expression remained unyielding, but he finally relented with a sigh. “fine. you were decent, (l/n).” your own lips quirked into a small smile, a glint of amusement in your eyes. “thanks, isaac. coming from you, that means absolutely nothing.”

his jaw clenched, his competitiveness still evident, but there was something different in his gaze—a flicker of begrudging respect that didn't go unnoticed. he practically hunted you down with his eyes, staring you down much harder than necessary, as if he was ready to pounce at any given moment, a special type of rage coursing through his veins. “danny's been throwing all sorts of comments my way because you joined our team.” he announced, a sense of biterness detectable in his tone.

you shot him a confused look. “well, tell him you're flattered but you don't swing that way.” a wave of silence crashed over the group.

“he wasn't hitting on me, you idiot. he was threatening me.”

as lunch continued, the conversation shifted to less intense topics, and the camaraderie of the group eased the lingering tension. still, the dynamic between you and isaac had shifted, the rivalry mingling with a newfound acknowledgment of each other's abilities. and as the cafeteria buzzed around you, you couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning of a story that would unfold with every practice, every game, and every challenge that lay ahead.

the days passed in a blur of practices, games, and schoolwork, the intensity of the lacrosse season escalating as each opponent was conquered. the rivalry between you and Isaac had taken on a life of its own, simmering beneath the surface of every interaction. there was an undeniable chemistry, a magnetic pull that went beyond the confines of the field. it was a tension that drew you together and pushed you apart in equal measure.

one evening, after a particularly grueling practice, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the field. the cool breeze rustled the grass, carrying with it a sense of anticipation that matched the electric current in the air. the field was empty now, the players gone, leaving you and Isaac alone.

“you're really something, you know,” isaac's voice broke the silence, his tone a mixture of exasperation and awe. you turned to face him, your gaze locked with his. “coming from you, i'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult.” his lips curved into a wry smile, his eyes glittering in the fading light. “take it as you will.”

the tension between you was palpable, a living entity that seemed to crackle with every breath. in that moment, you were aware of nothing else—the world seemed to narrow to the two of you, the weight of your rivalry and attraction intertwining in a dangerous dance.

“lahey,” you began, your voice low and edged with a challenge, “you might be the most infuriating person i've ever met.” his laughter was a mix of amusement and something deeper, a hint of vulnerability that caught you off guard. “and yet, you can't seem to stay away.”

uou took a step closer, the distance between you narrowing to nothing. “maybe i'm just drawn to danger.”

his gaze was unyielding, his eyes searching yours as if seeking something hidden beneath the surface. “or maybe you're drawn to something you can't quite understand.”

a shiver ran down your spine, a tremor of uncertainty mixed with anticipation. the lines between rivalry and attraction blurred, leaving you teetering on the edge of a precipice you weren't sure you were ready to leap from.

the sound of footsteps approaching broke the spell, and you both turned to see stiles walking toward you with an expectant look. “hey, you two ready to head out?” the interruption was a jarring reminder of reality, and the tension that had woven between you and Isaac seemed to dissipate. but the unspoken connection remained, lingering in the air like an echo.

“yeah, let's go,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

as you walked away from the field, you stole a final glance at isaac. there was a depth to him that you hadn't anticipated, a complexity that went beyond the competitive surface. the path ahead was uncertain, a tangled web of rivalry, attraction, and unspoken truths. but in that moment, as you looked back at him, you couldn't deny the magnetic pull that seemed to bind you together, promising an adventure neither of you could fully comprehend.

the night of the big game had arrived, the tension in the air almost tangible as the stands filled with excited spectators. the rivalry between beacon hills and their opponents crackled like electricity, amplifying the energy that flowed through the stadium. as the minutes ticked down to the final play, the score stood tied, victory within reach but just out of grasp.

on the field, you moved with a fierce determination, each shot fired with precision, each pass executed flawlessly. the spectators roared with approval as the scores climbed, the exhilaration of the game mingling with the adrenaline that pulsed through your veins. and yet, beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of something more—a tension that seemed to draw you inexorably toward Isaac.

as the final play approached, the score remained tied, the outcome of the game hinging on this one decisive moment. the ball was in your possession, the weight of the team's hopes resting on your shoulders. the pressure was palpable, the crowd's collective breath held as you prepared to make your move.

but as you sprinted toward the goalpost, the world around you seemed to blur, isaac's figure suddenly looming in your line of sight. in a split second, the ball was intercepted, stolen away by an opposing player. the seconds that followed were a blur, the crowd's cheers turning into gasps of disbelief as the opposing team capitalized on the opening and scored, securing their victory.

the cheers of the opposing team's fans echoed through the stadium, the disappointment of your own supporters almost tangible. as the players began to disperse, a stunned silence settled over the field, punctuated only by the sound of your own ragged breathing.

frustration surged within you, a fierce anger that needed an outlet. and before you knew it, you were storming into the locker room, your heart pounding in your chest. the frustration was aimed at Isaac, the weight of his mistake, and the way it had stolen victory from the team and from you.

“isaac,” you snapped as you spotted him, his expression heavy with guilt as he stripped off his gear. he looked up, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and resignation. “what?”

“you screwed up that play,” you hissed, the frustration seeping into your words. “we had it, and you let it slip through your fingers.”

his jaw clenched, his frustration matching your own. “oh, don't put this all on me. i wasn't the only one out there.”

“doesn't matter,” you shot back, stepping closer until you were within arm's reach of him. “you were the one who blew it.” isaac's eyes flashed with anger, his chest rising and falling with every heated breath. “you have no idea what it's like out there. you don't know the pressure.”

“i know the pressure of being on a team,” you retorted, your voices rising in a heated exchange. his expression shifted, a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn't quite place. “you don't get it. you piss me off. you're distracting.”

“distracting?” you scoffed, disbelief coloring your voice. “is that your excuse?”

his gaze bore into yours, a fierce intensity that seemed to strip away everything but the two of you in that moment. “yeah, (y/n), you distract me.”

before you could respond, he was suddenly in front of you, his hands on your waist, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was as fiery as it was unexpected. the world seemed to spin, the tension that had simmered between you igniting into something more, a mixture of anger, attraction, and a tangled web of emotions.

your initial surprise gave way to a fierce desire that matched his own, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. the kiss was a tumultuous storm, a maelstrom of pent-up frustration and longing that had been building for far too long.

and then, as suddenly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you both breathless and reeling. Isaac's gaze bore into yours, his eyes searching for something you weren't sure you could define.

“it's not just about distraction,” he murmured, his voice low and raw. “it's about you getting under my skin in ways i can't explain.”

the truth hung heavy in the air between you, a confession that left you both exposed and vulnerable. and as you looked into his eyes, the anger and rivalry seemed to fall away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection.

“i don't understand this,” you admitted, your voice soft as you met his gaze. “but i can't deny that it's there.”

isaac's fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch feather-light. “maybe we don't have to understand it right now.”

before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, the kiss a mixture of desperation and longing. and as you surrendered to the pull between you, the world outside the locker room faded away, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise of something that had yet to be fully explored.

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dom!Cody x Reader x Rex thotty little one shot

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

basically I just thought rex would wanna share you and this got obscenely out of hand...even for me LOL. also I did not proof read let me know if you see any psychotic ramblings I need to fix

warnings: cucking ur captain bf hardcore, this is very much so light bdsm/dom!cody running the show type shit so if you’re not into that gtfo, exhibitionism ig, spanking, absolutely excessive teasing, punishment & dirty talk, begging, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship, consent discussed and agreed upon, threeway if you sorta squint? no cl*necest

The briefing room is stuffy. Air stale and tension prickling through every last person sitting through this long meeting. Being an expert military strategist in an army filled with perfectly crafted, brilliant clones was both a fascinating experience and a beautiful distraction.

And you’d know that better than anyone. Your boyfriend was one of the two commanding officers standing beside the Jedi running the briefing. Captain Rex was bold, confident, cunning and agile, the maverick leader of an entire battalion. Yet you were lucky enough to see the sides of him the rest of the galaxy did not. He was understanding, empathetic, encouraging, supportive and so brave in his commitment to both his kindness and his affection for you.

You could see the warm twinkle in his eyes even now, as he scanned the room every so often to sneakily make eye contact with you, his girl. Everyone knew. His entire company, other battalions, hells- even his General had his suspicions. With you he was happy, willing to do anything beside, with and for you. There was nothing he would not do to give you the same happiness.

The whole briefing you couldn’t help but notice another set of those simmering brown eyes gazing at you longingly from the front of the room. You weren’t surprised if it was Rex staring at you flirtatiously, you’d even come to expect it. But the man staring at you with Rex’s same look of carnal need was the biggest surprise of all.

Commander Cody. Marshall Commander Cody to be exact.

Rex’s closest brother in the whole galaxy and his commanding officer was practically tearing your clothes off of you with only his eyes. You couldn’t mistake that look. You knew it too well on that face already.

The ding that marked the close of an hours long briefing couldn’t have come soon enough. The exhaustion looming over the room lifted as the group of mostly clones finally got to take their leave and stretch their legs around the barracks they hadn’t seen in months.

You packed away your datapad and the rest of your belongings, making your way to your boyfriend finishing his conversation at the far side of the room. Before you could approach, Cody motioned to have you join him. You didn’t know him all that well, meaning you weren’t as close with him as you were Torrent Company and most of what you knew of him came from stories Rex told you during your nightly pillowtalk.

“Hi, Commander. Long briefing.” You greeted, rubbing the tightness from your shoulder with one hand and craning your neck to the side to stretch. You watched his eyes dart along the long line of open skin now exposed from your collarbone to your neck and knew that what you saw earlier was all but confirmed. Commander Cody wanted you. You smiled up at him, trying to subtly hint that you knew he’d been staring without having to actually acknowledge it. “Can I help you with something?”

“You always so formal?” He began, leaning back on his elbows against the table he’d been seated at and smirking.

“I mean…in a setting like this I should be, right?” You replied, staring at a few of his stray curls just beginning to fall out of place probably from the pure stress of this meeting. He was fucking handsome. They all were, obviously. But Cody had a commanding confidence that was as intoxicating as it was intimidating. He had a presence and he knew it. It radiated off him in a way it didn’t in Rex. He had a way of looking stoic and strong but also assuring and kind. Similar qualities to Rex but with a completely different energy all his own.

A big toothy grin spread across the stern focused expression he’d been wearing for the last hour or so. “I suppose. Though, from what I hear…you aren’t always that way.” He stood up, stepping closer and trying to gauge your reaction. He had been flirting with you. You weren’t just seeing things this entire time.

You straightened up, tossing your hair behind your shoulders and shrugging. “I wonder who you could have possibly heard that from.” You motioned toward Rex, finally making his way over to the two of you. “I’m only as formal as he asks me to be. I like to do as I’m told…sometimes.” You smirk.

Cody’s demeanor faltered slightly, letting out a weighted exhale of pent up frustration. He folded his arms in front of his broad chest, the faintest rumble of a moan leaving him. “Hmmm don’t tempt me. I may want to test out how well you follow orders, mesh’la.” His gaze raked over your frame suggestively, quirking an eyebrow up as he appreciated what he’d been distracting himself with closer up this time.

Before you could respond, Rex’s arm snaked around your side. He kissed your cheek, greeting you with a warm embrace right in front of the man that had been lusting after you so openly a few seconds ago. “How’d I look up there, my mesh’la?” Rex asked happily, looking between you and Cody.

You nuzzled into the comfort of his hug and sighed happily. “Excellent work as always. Not bad to look at for a few hours either.”

“I could say the same for you. Kept me from blanking and losing my thoughts up there.” He kissed the top of your head and nodded at his brother. “Think it kept us both occupied.” Rex commented with a darker chuckle, his hand lowering to your waist. You could feel the tension between the two men thickening again, the effect their gaze had on your body enough to make your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Was just going to ask her about the arrangement we’d been discussing, vod’ika. Good timing.” Cody muttered, stepping closer to you than you would ordinarily allow any man who wasn’t your boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your throat as his alluring presence pulled you in like a magnet. Rex hummed softly, brushing your hair out of the way to dot kisses up your neck.

“Oh good…” He muttered, the breath on your neck sending chills down your spine while Cody’s eyes roved over you hungrily. “You see…I was bragging about you, my very…very pretty girl…” You could feel his smirk against your skin, Cody watching you react to his touch. “You know I love to do that.”

“Oh yeah? All good things I hope.” You remarked, letting your body fall into Rex’s grasp and submitting to whatever this moment was about to turn into.

“Of course. Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?” He whispered in your ear, nipping at the lobe and making you gulp as you nodded in response. The knot of arousal was starting to wind tighter in your belly and it was like both men could sense the effect it had on you. “Thing is…I’ve bragged so much that Cody’s a little curious now, mesh’la.”

You let a wry smile spread across your face, locking eyes with Cody while Rex’s hands traveled up your waist to cup your breast provocatively. “Didn’t know you saw me like that, Cody.”

“Hmm…I think you do. And if we’re going to do anything, best to learn to be honest with me. I’m not as forgiving as my brother, little one.” He licked his lips, tipping your chin up with his knuckle to get a better look at you. His normally stern face was more pleading than you remember it looking earlier and it made you giddy to think that these two incredibly handsome, perfect men were all hot and bothered over you. It was flattering to say the very least.

“Is that so, Sir? Now I’m intrigued…” You flirted, reaching a hand up to rest on his forearm. “What did you both have in mind?”

“See? She learns pretty quickly, vod. Can teach her to do whatever you’d like. She’s so good. Always is.” Rex pulled back, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb and smiling proudly. He wanted this too.

“Well I want to see how good you feel…how much you can take. And your boyfriend’s kinda got a thing about watching you. Does that sound good to you? Think you can handle us both?” Cody asked, his hands traveling dangerously close to the zipper on the front of your uniform.

“Oh I know I can.” You replied devilishly, looking between the two of them standing somewhat dumbfounded in surprise before you. The sheer shock that this profane little fantasy of theirs was actually about to come true made both of these confident men at least slightly nervous. “Though I doubt it would be a good idea to do it here, boys.” You giggled, motioning to the obvious cameras with sightlines all around this briefing room.

Cody smiled, “Perks of being Marshall Commander. Private quarters.” He pointed toward the door and nodded you forward, “After you then, darling.” You turned on your heels, slinking through the blast doors and down the hallway toward Cody’s room, accentuating your hips far more than you had to.

“Keep it up, mesh’la.” Rex warned, half kidding as he and Cody strode a few feet behind you. You shot him a teasing glance over your shoulder as you turned the corner to wait in front of Cody’s door. You knew exactly what a little flirting like that did to Rex, you were dying to know how it would affect Cody.

They caught up to you, both Cody and Rex caging you into the doorframe while he punched in the code to get you inside. Normally, you and Rex would be consumed by each other already, barrelling through the barracks door to the little corner of the room set aside for Rex. Not this time. Cody was seemingly in charge, Rex taking a back seat to let his brother fully experience what being with you was like. That included all the lead up too, apparently.

The doors opened and you all nearly fell over each other to get inside and seal it shut behind you. In seconds, Cody was on you, hands needy and grabby as he felt every last curve of your body. He didn’t kiss you, yet, just felt you up, pressing your bodies together and letting you feel the effect you were having on him against your thigh.

“Do you know how hard it is to run an entire fucking meeting while thinking only about tearing the clothes off you? I don't know how you can even think straight with her around…” His hands kneaded your ass roughly, earning a tiny gasp from you.

“I can’t. But knowing I can do something about it after helps.” Rex joked, removing pieces of his armor to sit on Cody’s desk chair in the corner of the room. “I get to have her as much as I want, remember?”

“He’s greedy.” Cody muttered, nipping at your collar bone as he dragged the top of your uniform down your shoulders. “He shouldn’t get to keep someone so pretty all to himself.”

You shuddered as he undid the zipper on your chest and tossed your top to the ground beneath you. “I figured you’d respect my loyalty, Cody.”

“Commander.” He corrected, “from now on you address me as Commander or Sir. Unless I say otherwise, understood?” He pulled back, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took in the sight of you half naked before him.

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you ask, as long as Rex is ok with it.” You replied, trying your best to obey both of their wishes. You glanced over at Rex who had made himself comfortable in the corner of the room and he smiled encouragingly.

“Go on, mesh’la. Make me so proud. Show off like I know you can.” He smirked, his legs spread wide and his body resting on his elbows as he watched you get undressed.

Your gaze flicked back to Cody looming over you, dark lust seeping into the warm golden brown of his pretty eyes. You took in the familiar face in front of you: his strong jaw and pronounced nose, heavy expressive brow that framed his every emotion, full lips and stubble just starting to grow back. It was a face you knew, but how he wore it was all his own.

Without another moment’s hesitation, you placed your palm on his cheek and brought him in for a languid, heated kiss. His tongue collided with yours and the intensity of his kisses consumed your every thought. You worked to unclip the armor from his shoulders, the plastoid falling off one after another. Your hands slid down the expanse of his astoundingly strong torso and under the black body glove to get at the simmering skin underneath.

He sighed happily as you smoothed over every flexing muscle, guiding the fabric off him. He broke the kiss with an amused chuckle to remove the top and drop it among the mess of armor at your feet. “Like what you see?” He asked, as your trail of kisses traveled down his jaw and into the hollow of his neck.

“Mhm. And it’s only fair. You get to see me, I get to see you.” You giggled, your tongue softly tracing down his collar bone. Your hands massaged down his sides, his grip on your backside pressing your breasts into his chest deliciously.

“Think I’m ready for a little more of you, cyar’ika.” Suddenly, you were swept off your feet, Cody scooping up your entire body in his arms and pressing you into another heated kiss. He kicked off his boots and made his way to his cot, laying you down on top of it. He hovered above you, taking his time caressing the dips in your waist as he slipped your bottoms down your legs. You kicked them off you, your body trembling with excitement.

Your head felt dizzy, Cody’s pure attentiveness to every detail of your body was making your brain fog and the tension in your belly grow. You could see just by the look in his eyes where this was going. He kissed down your chest, his tongue laving over each nipple with careful consideration, making your back arch off the cot. You moaned softly, your legs parting to allow his body to slot in between. “...is this…hmmm…what you were imagining, Commander?”

He looked up from the trail of kisses he was leaving down your lower belly and huffed out an adrenaline filled exhale, “better. So much better, darlin.” He rolled his hips, brushing against where your center was aching to be touched. “Wanna get you nice and ready for me..” His hands traveled down your hip bones to rest on your thighs, kneading the plush between his hands and kissing the sensitive skin just to watch you squirm. “She’s so obedient, vod’ika. Listens so well.”

Rex’s raspy chuckle echoed from the corner of the room you could no longer see, but you could tell the arousal was creeping in on him too. “She doesn’t always. Figured you’d like that about her.”

Cody glanced up at you from between your thighs, raising a brow in intrigue like he wanted to challenge you to misbehave a little. The fire in your belly convinced you to get a little bolder and you reached down to tug on his hair gently. His eyes rolled back in his head, enjoying the contact and groaning quietly. “I can see that. Eager little thing…”

He ghosted his touch over your clit, his broad fingertips tracing slow circles made you gasp loudly. “If you want more…ask politely. I can wait all day for you to behave.” He blew warmth over the wet node, making you buck your hips toward him to chase after it.

“Please, Commander. Taste me, please.” You whimpered, your thighs shaking with anticipation because he was so close to relieving the pressure building in your belly. You glanced pitifully over at Rex, hoping he’d feel bad enough to encourage him to help you. Instead, he bit down on his lower lip, his eyelids hooding over the arousal in his dark eyes while he palmed himself over his bottoms. He winked deviously, signaling to you that he was enjoying watching you squirm too much to jump in and help any right now.

“That’s a good girl.” Cody cooed, dipping down to flick the bud with his tongue. “The more you obey, the better you’ll feel, got it?” He offered, lazily beginning to lap up the wetness soaking your folds. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle…can’t help myself with a pussy this sweet.” He flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe through your parted lips. You moaned loudly, digging your fingers in his curls and starting to pant to keep up with the tension wracking your body. “But you can tell me if it gets to be too much. Tap me anywhere three times or say the word jogan and we’ll stop, ok pretty girl? Let me hear your pretty voice say ok...”

Your chest felt like it was going to explode, the overwhelming pleasure he was already coaxing making it impossible to speak. You inhaled deeply, barely squeaking out a whimper of an ok as he kept a steady pace between your folds.

“Little louder, cyar’ika. Can’t hear you..” He chuckled, wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking as his fingers held you open for him.

“Ok, Commander. Just…please…faster.” You begged, pressure in your belly pulsed harder as he slipped a digit inside you. You tipped your head back into his pillow and cried, his wide digit forcing your pounding walls to accept his intrusion. He slipped in a second digit, grunting in satisfaction as he twisted his wrist to finger you deeper. The combination of his mouth around your sensitive bud and his fingers fucking you open was euphoric, the pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body and growing stronger with his every move.

“So fucking tight. You need me to fill you, don’t you? You’re fucking aching for it.” Cody drawled, his jaw dropping as he relished in the feeling of you taking him, imagining how good it would feel around the part of him that really needed it.

“Mhm…yes, sir. I need it. I need to come, please.” You whined, too wrapped up in the pleasure to outlast much more of his teasing. You could hear Rex swearing softly under his breath, the sounds leaving you making him all the more eager. “Fuck…Commander, please.” You begged, your breathing ragged as he curled his fingers inside you to hit your spot harshly.

“Mouthy little one…” He swore as your entrance spasmed around his fingers, your body starting to topple over the peak and into your first climax. “You can come when I tell you to.” He laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers out to taste your slick coating them. “She’s so fucking sweet. How do you ever fucking control yourself?” He asked Rex, who sighed deeply.

“I don’t have to.” Rex replied coolly, grunting as he watched you whine for more contact from Cody. The dizzying high you were feeling had started to recede, making you groan in frustration which both men ignored. “Stars- she looks so pretty like this. All hot and bothered.”

“I know she wants to come. I can feel it. Isn’t that right? Tell us what you need. Be a good girl and beg.” Cody teased, running his fingers over your clit faster this time, licking through your folds and waiting for your release.

“Commander…please let me come. Please..” You whined, bucking your hips and gripping the sheets beneath you as he kept playing with you faster. You felt both men’s eyes watching your body react to Cody’s intensifying touch. Every part of your body felt jolts of electricity coursing pleasure through it. Heat simmered in your core and swelled outward as Cody stoked the flames of arousal. You closed your eyes and let go, resigning to your body’s reaction to Cody’s touch.

“Come for me. Show your boyfriend how fucking pretty you are when you come for me.” Cody muttered, his fingers entering you again to curl up against your spot over and over. You moaned loudly, the heat in your belly overwhelming you and your high crashing into you. The melodic sound of your climax had Rex gasping for breath as he finally wrapped his hand around his cock.

Your pleasure felt like stardust dissolving into your bloodstream, sending numbing bliss cascading through your body. You panted as your muscles contracted and finally relaxed back into Cody’s grasp, his hands caressing your thighs to keep you grounded. “Fuck.” You sighed, dragging your fingertips through Cody’s hair again and watching him smirk in smug satisfaction. “How’d you figure me out so quick?”

Cody laughed and ran his fingers through your slick to collect it. “Because I know what I’m doing, darling.” He propped himself up on his knees and lifted you off the cot with one hand, bringing the other spend covered one to your lips. “Think this proves it.”

You leaned forward to take his fingers into your mouth, slipping your tongue around each digit to carefully clean the sticky taste off of him. His eyes darkened even more, his excitement at your compliance making a filthy groan rumble through his broad chest. You could feel Rex’s gaze burning into you from across the room, but all you could focus on was Cody demanding your attention in front of you.

He hissed softly, his arm tucking you in tighter to him and his hips bucking his length slowly between your cheeks. “Good girl. Lick ‘em clean for me. That’s it.” He encouraged, using all his strength to hold your body weight in one hand. He watched you take him, studying the way your mouth enveloped him. “She’s so fucking good. Look at her…filthy girl”

Rex chuffed proudly, knowing full well what your mouth around him felt like. The sight of you a painful reminder of just how much better you felt than his fist. “Mesh’la, you want to take more. I know you do.”

Cody pulled his fingers from your mouth and shifted to hold your jaw gently in his grasp. “Is that true? Can you be a good girl and tell me what you want?” He instructed, slowing his hips rutting against your bottom to torture you further. He wanted to make the tension simmer, to draw it out for even longer and make you keen for the pull of his cock inside you.

You stared up at him, the overwhelming need in your center starting to border on painful. You looped your arms around his shoulders and pulled yourself closer, clinging to the width of his body. “I…I want you…to fuck me.” You moaned in his ear, kissing down the side of his neck urgently and feeling his arms curl around your back almost protectively.

Cody hummed lowly, like he was planning some kind of wicked compromise right before giving you what you wanted. “Louder, cyar’ika. Let Rex hear what you want me to do to you.” He muttered in your ear, kissing the space behind it agonizingly slowly.

You whimpered pitifully at the thought of teasing your boyfriend by calling out another man’s name. Both of them lusting after you in some way made your body burn with arousal so hot you could barely remember your own name. Cody’s obscene words in your ear driving you to tease Rex almost into madness. He had ultimate control of everyone in the room and it set every nerve in your body on end.

From across the room, Rex stared at you, already blissed out once and completely overwhelmed by so much attention at the same time. He was a tortured, aroused mess, his clothes and armor scattered all over the floor around him. His bare chest was heaving as he worked at himself, slow and focused while you were taken apart bit by bit right in front of him. With nothing to do but yearn for you around him, he ached and thickened in his own hands, more full and angry than you could ever remember. And the look in his eyes said that no matter what Cody was going to put you through first, Rex was going to have the last of you, take the final turn and finish you the way he knew best.

You tipped your head back and rolled your hips against Cody’s cock between your thighs. “I need your cock, Commander. Fuck me.” You asked, lust dripping off your tongue with every syllable you spoke. Cody moaned quietly, a sinful sound escaping his composed frame.

“Stars- she’s so fucking hot.” He swore, lifting you off of him and laying you down on his cot again, spinning you around on your belly with a few quick turns of his hand. His grip massaged down your sides and held you down by your waist as he thrusted up against your ass roughly. “I want to watch this tight little thing take me. Oh mesh’la, I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He panted, swatting your right cheek with a well placed slap.

You raised your bottom higher, your face buried in the pillows as if to offer him the chance to strike you again if he wanted to. And oh you wanted him to. The heat of contact on your skin made you shudder with anticipation, the heat in your center starting to drip down your thighs all over again. “Again, sir. Please.” You whimpered softly, backing into him eagerly.

“You’ve been holding out on me, cyar’ika. You can take a little more hmm? You want me to be rougher?” Cody asked, instructing you to confirm one more time just to be polite. You nodded quickly, reaching your hands back to search for his hold on you. “Use your words, sweet girl. You want me to spank you harder?”

“Yes, sir. Harder.” You whined, the heat in your belly a liquid so molten you were sure you’d melt if you got any hotter. Without another sound, he spanked the other side with slightly more force, the tingling sensation spreading down your thighs and up the small of your back. You cried out, your immediate reaction to the pain ending in a smiling giggle as you felt the endorphins rush to absorb the pleasure it brought you.

He dipped down, placing open mouthed, hot tongue kisses laving up your spine. “Yeah, you fucking like that? I know you do. Your mesh’la’s so strong, vod. Fearless, sexy, demanding, needy little thing. He’s so lucky. We’re gonna show him how lucky he is, aren’t we pretty girl?” He twisted his fingers in your hair and tugged up gently, lifting you to your knees to look directly at Rex.

Your entire front exposed, a sheen of sweat coating every curve of your body, Rex groaned audibly, his eyes wide and concentrated scowl broken as he watched you caving to Cody’s every demand. “Mhm.” You managed to squeal happily as Cody bent you over in front of him. He spread your legs wide and pressed your head into the blankets at the end of his mattress. You arched your back, opening yourself up for him and exhaling slowly as you waited anxiously for him to enter you like you wanted.

With one hand holding your face into position on the cot and the other keeping your entrance steady in front of him, Cody let out a string of curses as he exhaled. Clearly more aroused and falling apart than he was letting on earlier. He lined himself up with your entrance, deliberately circling the hole with his tip and making you flutter around him impatiently.

He pushed in, shallow rolls of his hips to fuck into you with just the head of his cock. Your eyes rolled back in your head, waiting with bated breath and tense anticipation for him to stretch you around him more. Cody dove just deep enough to make you feel him, but not filling you up enough to cut the mounting pressure inside you.

You cried out for him, desperately trying to get him to move just a few inches to push you open. “Co-Commander…Cody…please. I want- want you. Inside me.” You panted.

His grip on the plush of your hips tightened, his breath fanning over your back as he exerted more energy than before. You could hear the tension rising in him now, his groans increasing in volume and his resolve to torture you so delightfully finally starting to break. “Oh you want it? You want it all? Want me to bury it in you? Wanna own my cock, mesh’la? Then beg…beg for it, pretty girl.”

You bit back sobs of frustration as he slipped himself inside so slowly it ached to be so close yet not feel any relief. “I want your cock, Sir. I want it so bad. All of it. Deep as you can…Cody please.” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as he guided his fingers over your clit to lessen the sting of overstimulation setting in.

“Fuuuck. Listen to her, vod…exactly how I want her. Desperate for my cock. Sounds so perfect when she begs. Gonna let her fucking take it. Watch her fucking cry when she comes for me.” Cody rasped, his voice deep and booming as desire finally overtook him. He backed out gradually before ramming himself back inside so fully and completely it tore the breath from your lungs.

You scrambled for something to hold onto and found purchase in the blankets Cody had strategically placed to support you. When you finally found air to fill your lungs again, your exhale came out as a scream. Each full thrust split you apart and pressed into every aching spot inside your pounding walls. The drag of him entering and leaving the velvet of your insides had him panting and moaning in ecstasy, compliments and curses blending in your ears.

Every sense was totally overwhelmed and consumed by Cody’s presence. You could do nothing else but take each thrust and absorb every wickedly intense pulse of his cock against your insides. You could feel yourself collapsing around him, the tension winding tighter and heavier. Shockwaves splinter through every empty space inside you, pleasure beginning to filter in to break the tremendous burn of torture he was determined to put you through.

You could feel any resistance left inside you break as his groans and whimpers of pleasure got louder and louder. Happy tears of bliss leaked down your cheeks, soaking the blankets beneath you and mimicking the squelching sound of his cock fucking you impossibly deep. Your walls spasmed erratically as he drilled into you just a few times more. Your high pitched moans made Cody all but collapse on top of you, drawing his hips back to send you rocketing into your orgasm at lightspeed.

Cody pulled you both up on your knees again, wrapping his arm around your waist as you writhed against the strength of his body behind you. “Look at him when you cum.” He panted, gripping your chin to turn you toward Rex, his frame barely visible past the haze of pleasure blurring your vision. “Let him see you, cyar’ika.” Cody muttered in your ear, kissing the side of your neck gingerly to bring you down from your high.

Your eyelids fluttered open to gaze at Rex as you began the descent down from your high. Rex was a disheveled mess, his lip swollen from biting down on it to keep quiet. His fist and lower torso were coated in ribbons of his own release, the sight of you finishing too much for him to resist giving into himself.

“Rex…baby....” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to clean him up and collapse into the comfort of his arms. He seemed exhausted, but happy. And you felt the same way. Completely spent and utterly fucked silly, you don’t know how Cody could even stand right now. You squirmed in his grasp, his arms loosening their grip on you as he understood what you wanted now more than ever before.

Cody set you down on your own two feet, wiping up his release from where he’d painted it on your back when he came. “You are such a good girl..the best. Thank you for obliging us.” He whispered softly, any trace of the filthy, dominant, near brutal man he was before completely erased from memory. “Now take that pretty little cunt back to who it belongs to. He’s waited his turn.” Cody chuckled, kissing your cheek a final time and urging you forward.

You wobbled forward on totally unsteady footing and collapsed in Rex’s lap. “M-missed, my Captain.” You muttered through the exhaustion, curling your thighs around his waist and pawing at his bare chest with needy hands.

“Awh…that’s my favorite girl. Made us both feel so good, the way only you can, mesh’la.” Rex replied, twisting a finger in a few strands of hair and letting you come back to yourself in his arms safely. Aftercare was always his favorite time with you. “And fuck me- you looked so good. Get to pick you up and take you away cause you’re all mine? I am so lucky.”

You smiled against his warm, bronze skin and cooed little whispers of assurance and adoration in his ear. “I had so much fun. Commander’s very, very good. Next time…maybe I can let you each have a turn.” You giggled mischievously, feeling Rex’s cock jump excitedly underneath you.

“Next time, huh?” Rex said incredulously, looking back toward his brother sprawled out beneath his sheets and catching his breath. Cody smiled wide and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, shrugging his approval to do this again.

You gaze up at your perfect, sweet boyfriend and sigh dreamily at the thought of making him feel as good as you did Cody. Hopefully the next time would be soon. “I’m ready whenever you both are…should I call you Captain or Sir?”

#captain rex x reader x commander cody #commander cody x reader x captain rex #dom!cody x reader #dom!commander cody #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #commander cody x reader #commander cody x you

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witchofthesouls · 8 months

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I've had prime predacons on the brain, do they have mating habits? Do they lay eggs? Since predaking is the leader of the last 3 predacons does that mean he gets first dibs if a lady dragon/predacon shows up or would it be a battle of suitors? Do predacons make good parents even with the fact they're technically clones and only have vague genetic memories of their culture to pass on?

I got sooooooo many thoughts about Predacons and their influence on Cybertron's modern-day frame-schematics, especially with that throw-away line about Seekers. Like I'm running away with it~!! 🏃‍♀️

Seekerkin can trace their frame and coding quirks back to the Predacon species that delved into the Rust Sea. Unlike their exclusive land and air kith, the sea hunters were able to escape the catastrophic radiation by diving down into the depths.

These particular subspecies of Predacon passed many traits to their descendants, including but not limited to: the sexual dimorphism of larger, powerful femmes to agile, brightly-colored mechs, the trine-protocols and flocking mechanisms, multiples in carriage, prey-drives, and superior senses akin to beastformers and mechanimals.

The Wilder tribes still use vocalizations and have behaviors that can be traced back to their ancient kin and kith via oral traditions from Keepers. This leads to a lot of tension with the Seekerkin city-states that try to erase and rewrite the history of their frames.

While Vos is framed for their trine-protocols and being a strange breed of aerials onto itself, Praxus refined the hunting tactics and flocking behavior, and Polyhex's wetlands and underground labyrinths kept polished the traits that made them formidable sea predators.

The Predacons eschewed Prima's Call and his Guiding Hand for the established city-states to remain in the Wilds. Capable of speech and sharp intelligence, Predaking's kith were the apex predators of the sky, hunting down others for food, and were terrors to the young mecha prior to T-cogs.

This is due to claims of superiority. Unlike the other frames, they didn't require the immediate protection of the Primes. On top of their massive size and strength, flight and fire capabilities, advanced nanite colonies, thick armor, and heightened senses, the Predacons have a very unique quirk: collective unconscious.

Predacons are proud of their closeness to nature and beastly frames. In their opinion, they are the second closest to Primus, outside of the Thirteen, because of it. "A gift," they decree, by the Creator to give them such wild frames suited to the planet with the capabilities to shape it.

In the oral traditions of the Wilders, it's said some of their ancient kith could bend "cold fire" aka lightning. And that's why certain landmarks in the Wastelands still stand in defiance of Time and Prima's "Forceful" Hand. It was also said that they often crossed with "the Shadow of the Light" and the "Lord of Beasts."

Out of all the Primes, they respect the inescapable strength and spirit of Megatronus, Solus' forging and might, and Onyx for his understanding of their kind as he, too, ventured to the edges of extremes. "Lord of Beasts," indeed. They are creatures suited to an untamed Cybertron.

The social structures of the land hunters are very loose and minimal. Adults are mainly solitary creatures with exceptions to mating season, child-rearing, and seasonal gatherings to collectively mine volcanoes for minerals and guide massive storms to ignite new Energon nodes- preparations for the lean portion of the vorn.

The sea hunters are smaller and slimmer than their land-counterparts, so they have strong social ties of multiple generations to maximize the survival of their young, resource efficiency, and hunting tactics.

The mating behaviors of Predacons differ by their type, but there are similarities. Do they do not feel shame over cycles; heats and ruts are simply a fact of life. Much like beastformers, Predacons have reproductive heats.

There's courting gifts of fresh kills, raw ores, and chunks of minerals as well as showing off skills.

If there's an uncourted or unclaimed female in heat, then a Dance or a Mating Hunt will occur after competition has been bullied to back down. Females in heat are highly temperamental and incredibly aggressive, so those who wish to remain single and unmated would either cripple or kill persistent hunters.

Among the sea hunters, males show off their bright colors and hues to demonstrate health and virility as well as attempt to groom or nuzzle a female of a different pod/flock. It's common for a binary or triad of males to mate-nap a female from elsewhere: proving their tactics against her and her extended kin.

Whereas the males of the land hunters will show off strength by battling other males in the vicinity to prove their worthiness among his nearby neighbors before battling her for breeding rights.

If a female Predacon (or Seekerkin) was discovered, then Predaking would bully the other males to establish dominance before stepping up to plate to fight her.

Child-rearing is a shared responsibility. Nest building and bulking it with supplies. Keeping out intruders since baby Predacons cannot properly fly until they reach near mechling stage (adolescence).

Males can't produce sparkling-grade, so females are stuck in the nest until the newsparks gain their sight and actually climb out.

Mechs do help with a special tank in their frames that reguitates a melted slag of nutrients that helps boost the newsparks' systems.

Once the sparklings can eat more solid, the sire and carrier will take turns hunting and caring the nest.

Sea hunters have an easier time as child-rearing is more communal. Newsparks and sparklings are defended and supported by well-established adults guarding the shallow nursery reef, while hunters support the pod with an influx of food.

#ask #transformers #transformers prime #mating behavior #bitlets #tfp #predaking #sparklings #cybertronian biology #cybertronian culture #prima #megatronus prime #onyx prime #maccadam #tf headcanons #my writing #predacons fucking hated prima and passed it on to their Seeker descendants

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giantologist · 9 months

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My New Friend Gorm

In which a 7 year old meets a giant for the very first time.

"Get back here!"

"No wonder they call you Fraidy Finch!"

"I think he ran into the woods! Quick, let's get him!"

The boy's eyes stung with tears as he scrambled over rocks and roots, his skinny limbs burning, lungs aching with need for oxygen that his panicked breaths couldn't give them. The shouts were slowly gaining, and his bruises and grazes still pained him from the day before. He was always too slow, and hiding wasn't easy in such a small town where every one of his spots had been uncovered. No matter where he secreted himself to read, they always found him. 'You need fresh air and sunshine!' his mother said to him every day, pushing him over the threshold and into the clutches of his daily bullies. 'Rise above them.'

He could literally, as he was very tall for a boy of his age, but he was also stick thin and oddly bookish, and his family's status gave him no help either. Thus, he resorted to fleeing into the woods, where the children were urged not to venture.

Around a tree. Over a rock. Below a log. Across a stream. His agility far outweighed his speed, but it couldn't get him far enough away. He supposed that he'd have to give up once more, take the beating and get on with his life. Body quivering, chest heaving, he stopped in front of a dark hill, leaning against the warm vertical surface to catch his breath.

"There he is!" A voice called, but he couldn't bear to look. "Hey, rich boy! Come here and stop being such a wimp!"

"Please, no…" He breathed, making himself stand upright. He could tell that the rest of them had caught up with him, like circling wolves. "This isn't fair…"

"Fraidy Finch, you got any money on you?" The leader of the pack asked as the children grew closer. "Ha! Look, he's crying! Aww, you scared, baby? You gonna…cry…?"

A violent rumble shook the ground, and the boy fell to his scraped knees, cowering with his arms over his head. He heard screams of fear, the children fleeing with sheer terror in their shouts, until eventually all that was left was the sound of deep, grumbling breaths.

"I didn't mean to scare your friends, little one."

The rumbling whisper made the boy's hair stand on end, and he slowly straightened up, finding that the wall behind him had moved. He swallowed hard, looking at the empty woodland floor and the scuffed footprints in the detritus. "A-Are you, ah… the giant?" He asked, not looking around, his heart fluttering in a different way than before. Less panicked. More excited.

"Sure am. I was just havin' a snooze, but I don't mind that your playin' woke me up." When the boy slowly pivoted his head, he was greeted by the sight of a hairy, tattooed fist pressed into the soft loam, supporting the bulk above. The very sight of it, larger than a shed, made him shiver with glee. "My name is Gorm. What's yours, little one?"

"J…Jasper." The boy whispered, but cleared his throat after a moment, bending his neck to look so far upward, seeing kind eyes staring back at him. The nights he'd spent in his dark room listening to the faint buzz of a far away voice, watching the moonlight ripple off the surface of his glass of water as distant footsteps pulsed through the ground, sometimes catching a glimpse of a silhouetted form across the expanse of farmland. He never imagined the giant would look so amicable, not after the stories he'd been told. "Jasper Erasmus Finch."

"Oh!" Gorm exclaimed with force, before remembering himself and sheepishly lowering his voice. "I've heard of the Finches. I didn't expect someone like you to be playin' in the woods."

"I wasn't playing, sir. I was being chased." Jasper stood, his legs shaking. When his knee buckled beneath him, he felt a displacement of air ruffle his clothes, a warm and sturdy surface catching him under his behind. He softly gasped at the sturdiness of the finger, wide eyes tracing it all the way up the massive patterned arm and back to Gorm's bearded face. "They like picking on me. If not for you, they would have beat me up again."

The smile quickly shifted to a scowl. "Rotten li'l beasts." He grumbled. "I'll squash them for ya... I'm kiddin', o'course." As he lifted Jasper, the boy wheeled his arms so he didn't slip backward, only to find that another finger was ready to keep him stable behind him. The lurch upward and the wind in his hair made him awfully giddy, and he couldn't help but grin. The expanse of a palm appeared below him, and he nimbly jumped onto the plush surface. "There we go. Don't be afraid, I got ya."

"I'm not afraid." He smiled, taking in every detail of the surrounding hand with utter delight. The urge to study every inch, to map the lines and swirls and channels, was overwhelming. But he'd been taught manners from a very early age, and he knew that it wasn't appropriate. "I sit awake at night listening to you sometimes. When you move around or speak or sing. I have always wanted to see what you are really like." He paused hesitantly, then added "I never wanted to believe the rumours that you're a monster."

Gorm's cheeks coloured slightly, and he settled back against a sturdy oak, making the tree bend with his bulk. "Well, you're here now, you can see me for yourself. Don't believe what people say about giants. A lot of us are nice!" His gaze shifted to the forest behind Jasper. "Although, if I see those bullies again, I don't know how nice I'll be."

With a soft giggle, the boy shuffled to get comfortable, his odd golden eyes wide and captivated. "I've always wanted to know more about your people, sir."

Gorm chuckled gruffly as he lifted Jasper to be level with his eyes, his incomplete grin radiating comfort. "You can ask me anythin' you like, little one! But I'm afraid we giants ain't too interestin'."

'Giantology by Jasper Finch'

He'd spent a while thinking up a title for his journal, but it seemed the logical name for his writings. After his studies, when his mother would usually force him outside, he ran into the wilderness of his own volition. His bullies attempted to apprehend him, but once they saw that he was headed back into the forest, they decided he wasn't worth it. Free of fresh wounds, he almost skipped with joy as he called out for his new friend. He'd made sure to memorise everything Gorm had said the previous day, but he'd run it by him just to be sure.

"Well, well. You look happy, little one." Gorm smiled down at Jasper, and the boy paused a moment to stare upward. He hadn't seen him standing before, and the seemingly endless expanse of his friend's form was dizzyingly wonderful. "No bullies today?"

"No, they're too afraid to follow me!" He beamed, and when a hand was presented to him, he eagerly scrambled across the treetrunk fingers, giggling at the sensation of being whisked upward. Gorm held his hand to his shoulder, and Jasper climbed up to sit beside his ear, settling down as though he was meant to be there. "Thank you for yesterday."

"All I did was tell you stories." Gorm said, continuing his stroll. "But if it helped you, I'm glad I told you 'em."

The feeling was indescribable. The wind whipped around the boy, every movement reminding him that he was perched atop a colossal creature, every footfall and breath sending vibrations through his bones, feeling both like an invading insect and like Gorm's body was a powerful extension of his own. "I don't get many chances to speak to people who like me."

"Anyone who doesn't like a bright li'l thing like you isn't worth spit." Gorm grumbled. "Don't worry 'bout them. Sure, they might tease and hurt ya, but you got brains. You'll make something of yourself, and they'll only amount to shit-diggers. Oop!" His hand fluttered across his lips. "I mean, gong farmers. Don't swear." A few more strides took him out of the other side of the forest, a journey that was arduous and perilous to humans.

Jasper tittered to himself, taking in the view of the rolling green meadows below them. "I hope you're right."

#g/t #giant tiny #giant/tiny #Art of Finch #Writing

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riddles-n-games · 3 months

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You know, reading TIG, I never actually managed to remember other characters that matched the physical descriptions of the Hawthorne brothers to a T (outside of Aspen Leger in The Selection). That changed today. I was scrolling through Instagram, saw a post and was reminded of this guy:

Know who that is? Yes, ladies, it is indeed the one and only Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, everyone's crush in RTTE and HTTYD 2 when he had that second puberty glow-up. But alas, Astrid got to him first (which is probably for the best). Anyways, enjoy this throwback to him in all his awkward, goofy, lanky, and nerdy glory at 15. Now, the million dollar question; who is his Hawthorne equivalent?

Ding ding ding! We have a winner; if you guessed Jameson, you are correct! Hiccup has brown hair and green eyes which is something Mr. Talk in Riddles to Me over here also has. However, what's also interesting to me is that the physical similarities don't stop there; they're both lean and have more musculature in their upper bodies. This means their capabilities in terms of fighting capacity calls for their quick movements and agility because they are light on their feet.

Now, they do share some personality traits as well like stubbornness, quick thinking, no self-preservation (👀), persistence, problem-solving, and wittiness. While they are both intelligent, we know that Hiccup is an inventor which would make him align more with Xander, however, when it comes to making plans, Jameson and Hiccup compare well. They seem to just know what they're doing and even if it comes with a lot of risk, they still do it. But also, I think one of the most important things to mention that I failed to bring up until now is that they both love risk, danger, thrills, and big adventuress. I mean, if you guys are confused for a second here about Hiccup's love for thrill, here:

And perhaps the biggest thing of all, their fierce protectiveness and love for loved ones. You can often see that their hearts are big and maybe they do need encouragement at times, but that helps them persevere through their challenges. Which brings me to the topic of insecurities. I would say the one that makes them feel most at a loss are feeling like they're not good enough and they need someone (Astrid and Avery) to help them back up. (Insecurities-wise, \I'd say he shares more of the same burdens with Gray.)

But yeah, there we go. I found what could be considered our animated version of Jameson for the time being. Enjoy this gif of him looking regal as a leader as I took up all your time.

Anyways, sorry this was longer than expected; it was originally supposed to be just to the first gif and then it turned into an analysis because I always let myself go. Thanks for reading. Bye!

#jameson winchester hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup haddock #the inheritance games thoughts #tig anecdote #how to train your dragon #the inheritance games #tig #httyd

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neocrackcitysworld · 2 years

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traitor ~ n.y.t

"leave them and come work with me."

"what's in it for me?"

"everything you've ever dreamed of babe."

mafia!yuta x bodyguard!fem reader

warnings: mention of blood, suggestive content and use of curses. LONG FF AHEAD!

genre: action, angst and a little bit of fluff 🌹

summary: you have been a bodyguard for the leader of Young Knives for as long as you can remember. your mafia gang has been topping the charts for crime for several decades now, but what is your leader's reaction when a new mafia gang overtakes them? does he choose to ambush them? or partner up with them? and most importantly, does it involve you?

i suggest playing boyfriend by dove cameron on repeat because oh boi-

"min. take down the minutes." your leader's voice, flint's voice boomed through the large hall.

the man whom he had addressed nodded at once and started to type on the laptop placed in front of him.

the large hall consisted of a ridiculously long table where almost 20 people were seated. all in silence, eager to listen to what flint had to say.

"as y'all may or may not have noticed," flint started off after heaving a big sigh

"there's a new mafia gang on the rise. and they...have been trampling on all of our efforts to get to where we are today." murmurs and whispers filled the room. the atmosphere was full of controversy and flint knew it.

"nct have been consistent in their robberies, killings and crime, i must admit. they are agile, sly and cunning."

the people present raised their eyebrows in confusion. never in their years of being with Young Knives have they heard him speak well of the rival. it was certainly new to them.

"however, we are better." the members almost sighed out of relief. they almost thought that flint was finally going cuckoo.

"we are quick, rough and hard on our victims. leaving no time for them to even fathom their fate. and that's why we have to prepare my members. we have to take them down. we can't let them walk on the throne that we built!"

roars of agreement filled the room once more. hoots and yelps of determination and hunger for victory growled into the once tautened atmosphere.

"and that's why we need to take them down." flint continued.

"we need to show them who's boss. and so i've set them a time and place for when we can ambush them." the crowd waited eagerly to let him continue.

"our club. at ten in the night. we call them over; obviously, they'll come with their whole gang and we'll attend with ours. we talk them into making a partnership with us then... BAM!" they all flinched except a few.

"we kill them all. how's that for a plan?" flint raised his voice at the end, drawing even more ruckus and noise from the other ends of the table.

"your plan sounds impressive but i can't lie to you sir, it's not tactful." everyones' heads turned to you.

you were seated on the direct right side of flint. second to the head of the table. you hadn't bothered to speak during the noisy meeting, silently judging each and every member with a bored expression. being the most experienced member of Young Knives than anyone, you knew that this meeting was no good.

"care to explain?" flint said through gritted teeth.

"well like you said, nct are sly, agile and cunning. meeting up with them and trying to form a false partnership is as foolish as to talk of colour to a blind man. it's their thing. they've probably already planned it."

some people snickered at your words. you had quite the sarcastic sense of humor.

"by doing that, you give them the upper hand. they can easily turn the tables around with you plan. your idea consists of their attributes, which we'll never be. instead of trying to be like nct, let's carry on with our own way of doing things. why the sudden change?"

flint furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward, indicating you to go on.

"our definitions of Young Knives, like we discussed earlier are quick, rough and hard. so instead of planning an assasination in which they have the dominance, why don't we picture an idea where we can attack them in ways we specialize in?"

the members around the table glanced at each other and nodded impressively. your plan actually made sense.

"what if we find out their location with our hackers," you gestered to the team seated at the edge of the table.

"and we ambush them with no warning at all. we'll be quick, rough and hard on them. we'll leave them no time for them to plan any more shit!"

silence was ringing against your ears as loud as ever as you eyed flint. he was seemingly mulling over your idea. finally, after coming to a conclusion, he looked over to you and said.

"no."

the people around you laughed as you closed your eyes in frustration. your jaws moved against each other in utter disappointment. of course. what did you expect? flint was a stupid, misogynistic piece of shit. you pushed your dark blue hair out of your face and sighed.

the only thing that was keeping you from leaving Young Knives and joining a mafia gang called Joker and Thieves that you had your eyes on for quite a while, was flint's father.

he had saved your life when you were a little girl. your parents had decided to take their own lives after facing the inevitable fate of their lives with huge amounts of debt on their backs.

a flaming house on fire had caught flint's father's eye and despite him being a ruthless mafia boss, he ran into the house and came back out with a baby in his hands.

since you were significantly older than flint, you had wayy more experience than he would ever have. born in the year 1995, you had garnered respct for your wisdom and tactics. however flint had never shown you any respect. he actually despised the fact that you, a woman was his bodyguard.

but little did he know, that you had been trained to protect the son of the former mafia boss, by the literal best.

flint's father.

despite flint turning down your proposal of a new plan, that didn't stop you from telling the hacker team to find out more about nct and their tactics when it came to fighting.

and that's why you were leaning against the expensive car and scrolling on your phone which provided you with endless information of all 23 members of nct. the car belonged to flint and you were waiting for all your other members to come out after getting ready for the battle that awaited them at the club at ten.

you tilted your head and scrolled through the members' names, ages and strenghts. alongside their residence and habits.

"very strategic." you muttered to yourself. as you read on and on, you found out that nct had three leaders.

johnny suh, lee taeyong and nakamoto yuta. you furrowed your eyebrows. three of them? and all from different nationalities? they seemed to have really good chemistry.

all three of them were actually 95' liners. your age.

"fucking hell, man." you pushed your blue hair up into a high ponytail, suddenly feeling very salty about the fact that they were your age and were leaders of one of the biggest mafia groups in south korea and here you were, sucking up to a stupid dumbass chick named flint because of his father.

"okay, are we ready?" flint's voice resonated around the parking lot, all the members coming out one by one with briefcases and weapons.

"now. remember. they ask for battle, we give them war." shouts and screams of agreement erupted and you rolled your eyes. such noisy twits these people are.

and then again, nct never even asked for battle.

flint sat at the back of the car you were leaning on and you made your way to the driver's seat.

"which club are we heading to sir?" you said while absent-mindedly turned on the gps.

"dumbledore's army."

you raised an eyebrow at him.

"where else dumbass? Havens." he rolled his eyes at you and pulled out his phine, probably to make a few phone calls.

"okay miss cho chang." you muttered to yourself and sped off into the night.

your head ached and ached due to the loud pounding music of the club that flint ran. there were strippers everywhere and drunk old man throwing cash at them.

you felt sorry about all the people that were going to witness all of the mess that y'all were going to create here in this club. all the people who came here just for a drink, for money or for a getaway from work, were all about to experience something traumatic and would barely live to tell the tale.

the plan had been updated into roleplay. no not that way- but people had roles to play in the club.

min and a few others were workers and servers around, keeping a close eye on everyone with earpieces in their ears.

flint would be the normal mafia boss, awaiting their arrival. you were supposed to play the hot bartender.

with your blue hair tied up and the sleeves of your dress shirt folded up, revealing your tattooes. with earings adorning your ears and your defined facial features enhancing your appearance, you looked irresistable.

"guys. they're here. keep on the lookout." flint's voice echoed through the earpiece and almost at once, all of you got into character. you secretely rolled your eyes at this dumb child's play.

with where your bar was situated, you could see the entrance and the one of the sitting arrangements where flint was seated at.

he had to be in your sight since you were his bodyguard which flint very much despised if you haven't noticed already.

about two minute passed when the doors to the club opened and a whole ocean of insanely attractive human beings stepped into their club.

one of the leaders (you assumed it was taeyong) asked,

"is everyone here?" a chorus of 'yes' responded to him and that made you chuckle.

despite the interaction that you had just witnessed, nct looked intimidating as hell though. with twenty-three members in total and all of them armed with weapons that they didn't even bother to hide like the Young Knives, they looked so ready to kill anyone and everyone with their eyes.

three people moved forward towards flint, while the other members swarmed around the club doing the same thing that Young Knives were doing...observing the scene for any signs of attack.

now, it was just a matter of time. who would attack first?

your eyes darted towards those three men who were undoubtably johnny, taeyong and yuta.

yuta actually stood out to you the most. with faint, soft red hair and a slender figure with piercing eyes, he was definitely the most eye-catching person in the club.

without even noticing, there was a person in front of you. you looked over to them and bowed.

"good evening sir, what would you like to have?"

"whiskey on the rocks." the man said, eyeing you attentively.

you nodded with a smirk and turned around, preparing his order, while he went back to observing the place.

every now and then, your eyes would sneak glances at the four men, waiting for a signal to attack.

you eventually made the whiskey and served it to him. he glanced at your name tag and set down his glass of whiskey after taking a sip from it.

"so, y/n...you here often?"

"no."

the man raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"we both know what we are here for, jaehyun. i suggest we both stay ready and save the formalities for heaven...or hell."

jaehyun seemed quite surprised that you knew his name. however he quickly figures out that it was predictable.

he finished his whiskey and set it down with a sigh.

"i feel pity for these people. they don't know what's about to go down here."

"me too." you agreed, following his gaze to the bunch of people who were just having fun.

having fun.

damn. you barely even knew what it meant, you had never quite experienced it after flint's father died. he was a true father figure to you and made you feel and know the true meaning of life. even if you were very involved in the mafia world now.

you both got lost in your own thoughts even though you both were rivals. it seemed ridiculous to chat with your enemy over drinks, but it felt so...pleasant.

you both didn't mind that fact that y'all didn't have any problem with each other.

your earpiece suddenly turned on and you heard flint's ushered and whispering voice while jaehyun glanced at you.

"come here. i feel threatened."

"tsk." you almost laughed out loud by flint's message. jaehyun looked at you in an amusing manner.

"duty calls." you said while checking if your two pistols were loaded, shoving them in the pistol hoisters latched onto your pants, not even bothering about the fact that jaehyun was watching you and it seemed that he didn't care either.

jaehyun looked at where your gaze landed. he saw his leaders and your leader. johnny, taeyong and yuta seemed to be in a close discussion while flint sat up straight now knowing that his bodyguard was about to join him.

"wait, you're his bodyguard?"

"yep," you sighed. "and i hate it."

jaehyun chuckled and you saw dimples at the side of his cheeks and almost 'awww'ed at them.

"that means we should get ready too." he said, his hand raising up to his earpiece and exchanged words with nct members.

"it was nice meeting you, jaehyun."

"you too, y/n."

"oh and piece of advice." he turned to look at you, waiting for you to continue.

"stay out of flint's way. you'll get killed." you smiled at him and he returned it.

"guess i'll leave it up to them then." he jerks his head towards somewhere and you figured out that it was the three leaders of nct.

you both shook hands with each other, very firmly and you made your way to the four men.

"you're here." flint said without even looking at you and the leaders seemed to have caught this.

"hmm." you bowed towards the three and they bowed back before you took your seat next to flint.

they continued to discuss something that you didn't pay attention to because you were too busy taking in their appearances.

to an ordinary person it would've seemed like you were checking them out but in reality, you were analyzing their weapons and where they kept it.

as your eyes finished processing johnny and taeyong, you moved on to yuta and was pleasantly surprised to find out he already had his eyes on you.

keeping a stoic expression on, your eyes moved down his slender and attractive physique, searching for any signs of weapons and there were. on the waist of his pants was a gun, placed in a hoister on his belt. much similar to yours.

your eyes met his again and lingered on each other for a few seconds too long, before yuta broke eye contact when taeyong asked his opinion about something.

you decided to observe the place again and as your eyes scanned the club, you realised that each one and i mean every one of your members were surrounded by nct members.

you internally sighed in defeat. agile, sly and cunning.

they had planned this from the beginning.

yuta seemed to have caught your expression of realisation and smirked.

and over the past couple of seconds in which you weren't paying attention, flint had seemed to get himself into hot waters between the two leaders of nct and he certainly did NOT have a way out. so instead, he decided to pull his trump card and pulled out his gun, standing up.

you immediately pulled out your own, following his lead while the leaders dodged the bullets that flint fired at them.

immediately, chaos ensued.

people were screaming and running everywhere and you tried your best to not shoot anyone. even the rivals. as you fought any nct member you could find(while staying close to flint), you only used hand to hand combat, ignoring flint's words like you always did.

"kill them all."

no. you would never. the only job you had to do was to protect flint. not anything more. it was his father's last wish before he passed away.

seriously injuring your rivals with only you punched and kicks, you moved onto the next ones, immediately recognising each one of them and using their weaknesses against them.

all thanks to the hackers.

gunshots were fired, stabs were heard groans of pain and misery filled the air but you ignored all of it. your main focus was flint who was currently fighting johnny and yuta.

punching the guy named renjun out of the way, you ran towards them and took on yuta. since you knew johnny was way out of your league there, you kicked yuta from behind, making him stumble and fall on the floor.

when he turned around to look at you, he smirked. you hated yourself for how much you found that attractive.

"fuck, that hurt." he chuckled as he got to his feet, facing you. you both got into a defensive stance with your fists ready to punch.

you both scaned each other, waiting for the next offense when yuta suddenly swung at you, but you had seen it coming.

blocking his hand your own had made its way to his handsome face, punching his mouth.

blood seeped through his bottom lip but he didn't seem fazed by it. licking his lip, he kicked your knee and you gave way, tumbling onto the floor. and not a second later, you felt a blow to your cheek. you head flew to the other side and you chorttled.

pain and heat gushed throughout your face and yuta made another attempt to harm you, but this time, you dodged him and punched his stomach, so hard that he stumbled a few steps away from you. he coughed out in pain when you quickly got up to your feet and did the roundhouse kick to his stomach again. this time, he flew off his feet and landed onto the bar's table which was right behind him.

"ah... fuck." he cursed, his hand cradling his stomach. it was quite certain that you were the more experienced person in fights. you thought that it would be good to leave him there for a while until you heard a blood-curdling scream.

your eyes widen instinctively and turned around at the sight of johnny digging a knife into flint's chest.

"NO!" you yelled out, pulling out your gun and aiming it to johnny, completely forgetting your morals but you soon found it extremely hard to breath.

you tugged at your throat and horrifyingly realised that someone was choking you. you dropped the gun and clawed at the hands that were wrapped around your neck. when it didn't budge, you mustered all your strength and pulled the arms over your head and felt weight crashing onto your back and then onto the floor.

you coughed hysterically when you had been released from death's grip. after pulling yourself together and trying to recover from the piercing headache you got, you finally saw who it was that lay at your feet below you.

"nakamoto fucking yuta." you growled out, you hands soothing your red neck. his hands had left its mark.

"attractive neck." he managed to say before gasping for air, like yourself.

you rolled your eyes at him and looked over to where flint lay. you limped towards him, tears pooling in your eyes as you crumbled down beside his lifeless body. johnny just watched you, his knife stained with blood.

your cheeks were soon stained with tears. you were not grieving his death, no. you were mourning over the fact that you had failed your mission.

the life mission that you had opted for. the life mission that you had never let down. all gone. all of it.

"protect him for me..." the old man's voice whispered into your ear. his hands grasping yours as if it were grasping onto dear life.

"please...protect...my...son."

the line went flat as tears streamed down your face. you rushed out to call the doctor.

"dead. at eight twenty-six, august 27th, 2013."

you couldn't stop crying. it was your birthday that day. the day when you lost him.

tears blurred your vision when you realised that your only motive in life was now gone.

what would you live for now? everything was ruined.

everything that you had worked hard for was gone. your baby steps to sprints. you had seen the rise of Young Knives and now the fall of it.

you wiped your tears and looked around taking in your surroundings. every single member of your gang was down on the ground, dead. while each nct member was up and about, despite bruises on their faces and blood everywhere.

if only they had followed your plan. this wouldn't have been like this.

you got to your feet and noticed that subtly, each nct member had surrounded you in a circle, waiting for you to either surrender or attack.

feeling as tired as ever though, mentally and physically, you raised your hands up.

"just...leave me alone for a moment and then you can kill me alright?"

you made your way outside without giving a shit and they let you. breathing in the fresh, cold air of november, you melted as soon as it touched your bruises and injuries. the windy weather seemed to make you forget everything about that moment.

you didn't know how long you stood there like and idiot when you heard footsteps behind you.

you opened your eyes and sighed. "if you want to kill me, come in front of me and do it."

however the person stepped beside you and grabbed your shoulders, forcing you too look at him.

"what do you want?" you gazed into yuta's sultry and suave eyes.

"leave them and come and work with me." you immediately felt the need to accept his offer right away. for one, he and your former leader had so much difference.

yuta told you to work with him, while flint would have ordered you to work for him.

"pft. what's in it for me?"

"everything you've ever dreamed of babe."

you raised your eyebrows. "yeah right."

"you doubt me?" yuta questioned, smirking at you. he and his god damn smirks, you thought.

"you're good. and i mean really, really spectacular. you almost killed me back there."

you almost smiled at his words. he was the second person in your life who had ever complimented you after flint's father. and that wasn't even an exxageration.

they were either too terrified of you or they weren't even alive to praise you.

"please. come work with us. you can be my personal bodyguard." he gave you a snarky wink.

you chuckled and pondered for a moment. should you really take this oppurtunity?

you softly smiled at him, revealing your own set of dimples and nodded. "sure. only if y'all treat me better."

"babe you're now our family." he shot another wink at you and smiled too.

oh my godd...who knew such a ruthless mafia was this swoon-worthy.

"sh! i can't here them!"

"omg shut up chenle!"

"yah jisung watch your mouth-"

you both turned around to see some of the nct members looking at you, undoubtably eavesdropping on your conversation.

you already knew you were going to love them.

"okay everyone!" taeyong voiced out through the living room that same night.

"let me introduce our newest asset to our team, y/n." he made jazz hands and everyone cheered you on.

all of you were holding ice packs to your bruises and still y'all managed to have a good laugh. all 24 of you were seated in the living room's many couches and all of you were all smiles.

you glanced across you and saw that yuta was staring at you with a smile on his face, holding an ice pack to his stomach, while you held one to your neck.

"i've never seen him smile like that." you look beside and saw jaehyun, holding an ice pack to his cheek.

"really? he has such an amazing smile."

"hun, you are whipped." he said, making you chuckle.

"maybe i am."

about a month had passed and it's safe to say that you and yuta were a match made in heaven. you both really enjoyed each other's company and finally, he asked you to be his.

currently, nct had just wrapped up a meeting and you were exhausted. letting out a yawn, you went up to your's and yuta's room when suddenly, you were pinned to the wall and you felt lips moving roughly against your own.

indulging into yuta's body, your hands went up to thug on his red hair and his own were wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

after what felt like an eternity, you both finally pulled away, gasping for air, connecting your foreheads together.

his eyes found your neck and he tilted his head.

"oh? the marks are finally gone."

"yeah." you said admiring him.

"should i put them on again?" he said while his hand sneaked up your shirt and you shivered, feeling his cold flesh against your own. this man made you feel something you never felt before.

"i know what else would look good on you."

you chuckled against his lips when he spoke again.

"what?"

"me." you felt the clasp of you bra click open as yuta pulled you inside his room, closing and locking it.

you were a traitor. leaving Young Knives for NCT. you were.

but you were a traitor for him.

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