cw: kidnapping; wife stealing/claiming; violence; dub/non–con; primal possessiveness; size kink; degradation; Game of Thrones AU
Your lip trembles.
The blade stays pressed just under your chin, cool and sharp against your skin, forcing your face up ever so slightly. The man—no, beast—kneeling in front of you is a wall of muscle and scar and heat. His eyes—one slightly lighter than the other—drip with something ancient and hungry, framed by dirt-smeared lashes and a jagged brow that twitches as he examines you.
He looks like he's deciding whether to eat you or keep you.
Maybe both.
"Mine now," he repeats, rougher this time, as if speaking slower and louder might help you understand. His accent is strange. Northern. Harsh and clipped. Something wild clings to it, untamed like the storm still howling outside the heavy furs of his tent.
You finally manage to open your eyes, just barely. Just enough to look at him.
And Gods above, he is not even trying to hide the way his dark gaze eats you alive.
You're soft, he notices—softer than any woman he's ever seen. Plump thighs squeezed together in fear, trembling arms pressed to your sides. Breasts heavy under your torn shift. Cheeks flushed and tear-streaked, all round and supple and so fucking sweet looking.
His cock twitches despite its weight.
You feel and smell the heat of it—his arousal like a second presence in the room, thick and impossible to ignore, even without looking down.
He reeks like blood, cold mountain air, sweat, and something darker. Earthy. Masculine.
"Y'scared?" he asks next, still crouched in front of you, voice dropping to something deeper, almost amused.
You nod—barely—but he hums low in his throat like a wolf who has cornered a rabbit. There's satisfaction in it. Not cruelty—blunt possession.
"You should be."
His massive hand, rough with calluses and healing splits, replaces the blade. He curls two fingers gently under your jaw and forces your face up all the way. You're not sure what you expect—maybe for him to strike you. Bite you. Take you like some savage creature from the fairy stories.
Instead, he observes.
And what he sees makes something shift behind those dark eyes.
His thumb drags across your bottom lip, slow and almost reverent, even as you flinch.
"Pretty," he mutters, low to himself. "Soft as they said. Thought they were exaggeratin'." He grunts in approval. "They weren't."
His voice is thick now, arousal and obsession twining together like roots around your ribs. Still, you flinch away again, trying to scoot back. Your ass barely leaves the fur before a growl rips from his chest.
It's not human. Can't be.
He lunges forward—not to hurt you, but to cage you, his huge arms planted on either side of your body. His face presses close, breath hot and sharp with his snarl.
"No."
You freeze, blinking up at him in shock, fear coiling in your belly like a pit viper.
"You run, I chase," he grits out. "You scream, I cover yer mouth. You fight me, I take anyway."
His cock is obscenely hard now, thick and flushed and resting heavy against your thigh like a threat. Or a promise.
"But..." he says, breathing hard, nostrils flaring as he pants and sniffs like an animal, his nose brushing along your neck, cheek, ear. "...you be good f'me, I'll treat ya nice. Feed ya. Keep y'warm. Give you my bed."
You swallow thickly. He notices. Always notices.
"I'm not like your other women," you whisper, voice cracking with fear. "I'm not... strong. I'm not a fighter."
Ghost stills above you at that. Then, with surprising gentleness, he leans in until his forehead rests against yours. You feel his breath, warm and steady now, ghosting over your skin.
"Don’t want another bloody fighter," he mutters, rough and hoarse. "Want a wife."
You inhale sharply.
"Wanna rut ya full. Fuck you full of my seed. Watch that pretty body get rounder with what I give ya. Carryin’ my pups. Mine."
Your stomach flips. Heat pulses low. Shame bubbles and burns up your spine like a lit torch.
His mouth finds your neck and he noses against it like a beast scenting his mate. His tongue swipes once, hot and wet. You gasp deep in your throat. He growls in return.
And then he pulls back just far enough to look you dead in the eyes and say, more low and sure as ever:
I'll suck your dick for a long breeding kink Simon story (ily) 👉🏻👈🏻
i ❤️ breeding kinks and u anon
CW: BREEDING KINK, titty sucking, PIV (No protection, pls use this irl), oral sex (f receiving), praise, slight daddy kink?, cream pie, lactation kink kinda, orgasms yippee
There was something primal inside of Simon, an urge that simmered through him like magma, coiling into every vein and muscle with a need to be filled. It consumed him wholly, wracking his brain with images and thoughts.
Images and thoughts of you, full and round with his seed, his child.
Simon never knew he wanted a family, always content with the one he met on the field. That was until he met you. You were a ray of light, always cheery and smiling, so feminine and beautiful. He needed you, and that was enough, but he wanted more.
He had never approached it with you before, but he was always so careful in case it scared you away. It all began when you were waiting in line at the supermarket, a newborn straddled to his mother’s hips as it cooed at you, slobber dribbling down its mouth as its eyes crinkled with laughter. You were so quick to smile back, waving with glee as you pulled funny faces, a chorus of laughter soon following from the little one.
It only got worse when you were on your period, raving on about how you sometimes wanted to be pregnant just to get rid of it temporarily.
But Simon believes it really struck him when you were fresh out of the shower, pushing your belly out for fun to look as though you were expecting. You turned to him with cheery eyes and simply asked, “Do you think I would look good pregnant?”
Now, it was all the Lieutenant could think of.
You were a doll, always rushing around for him after he returned home, begging him to relax as you tended to his needs. You would be such a good mother.
“You want me to run you a bath? Give you a massage?” You murmured, rubbing his shoulders as you sat on his lap, thick hands rubbing at your thighs.
Simon groaned in a pleasured tone, nodding, “Only if you join me, sweet’art.”
The bathroom was thick with lavender, small rocks of decedent salts melting in the heated water, clouds of steam fogging up the mirrors as the fan overworked. Your body moulded to his as the bath swished around you, gently rocking against your upper back as your hands wrapped around his shoulders.
Calloused hands rubbed at your hips, kneading the flesh delicately as he rested his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your scent with a deep sniff.
“Ain’ I the luckiest man alive to have someone like you, you’re always so good to me,” Simon mumbled, voice slightly muffled by his lips pressed against your skin.
Your hands found the back of his neck, pulling him away from you with a smile as you kissed him, “I missed you, Si.”
“I missed you too. And these,” he snorted, groping at your tits as you giggled, working your fingers through his hair.
His cock grazed against your pussy, nudging your slit as you adjusted on top of him, lifting yourself slightly as he brought a breast to his mouth. His teeth grazed against the fat enjoying the way your breath hicked as his tongue swiped your hardened nipple, your fingers gripping into his shoulder with a profound tightness.
Simon was quick to work his palm against the other, enjoying your subtle moans as he tugged at the nipple, drawing the other one into his mouth with a harsh suck. You were so complicit to him, rocking your hips as you ground against his aching cock.
The man was practically slurring against your tits, switching between nipples as he kneaded the flesh. His voice was quiet as he breathed against your skin, barely audible, “Need to fill these up with milk, makes me go crazy thinking about how sweet you would taste.”
Your ears were hazed over with arousal as you only grumbled out a ‘huh’ immediately melting as he began to lick at your chest again. Your breasts were covered in spit, nipples erect and sore as you whined into the steamy air.
Simon’s hands were heavy as he pulled away from you, tugging you into the air with ease as water dripped along the floor, leading a trail to your bed before you were plopped down, wet body squealing against the sheets. He was quick to spread your thighs, lapping in the way your pussy throbbed as he tickled you with kisses, peppering over stretch marks.
Two fingers were quick to spread you open, folds sticky with your slick before the hotness of his mouth sealed it with a layer of spit, suckling at your sensitive clit as Simon growled against your cunt. Your mouth was tingling with cries, prickles of pleasure settling against a sheer layer of sweat that soaked your skin.
Your body was entranced by his tongue, writhing every-time he focused on your nub, your own hands playing with your tits as you rocked against his wet muscle. “F-Fuck Si- just like that-“
You were so needy, so desperate for release as he worked against your movements, thighs closing around his head as he muffled sweet moans into your flesh.
“Tastes so fucking good,” he slurred, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he nestled in closer to your pussy. His cock was leaky with anticipation, moist with pre-cum, edging him closer and closer the more noise you made.
Your orgasm was fast, hitting you with ease as your back arched, thighs shaking as you came with a squeal. His tongue was rapid, licking at your juices like a madman as you moaned, attempting to push his relentless attack away.
Simon pulled away, chin drenched in both spit and arousal as he licked his lips, staring at you with unmistakable hunger. He was quick to work your legs open again, heavy cock hanging low as he tugged at it, pressing the angry tip against your clit.
“Need to fuck you, doll,” he spat, rubbing his pre into your squelching folds as you nodded. No matter how many times you took him, the burn always ached through you, working into your muscles as it coiled into a hot pit in your stomach.
His grunt was loud as he bottomed out, resting in the warmth of your pussy as you stared up at him with tear-streaked eyes, your mouth stuck in an ‘o’ shape. You were so full, cock rubbing against your gummy walls with every slight movement, already kissing your neglected cervix.
“Please move- please-“
He obeyed, pulling out before rocking back into you with a quick thrust. Simon moved your legs, holding them over his shoulder as he pounded into you with a relentless force, giddy on your fucked-out expressions, incoherent blurts leaving your pouty lips.
“Take me so fucking good baby, make me never want to leave. Need to cum in this fucking pussy.”
You clenched. Hard.
Simon paused slightly, staring down at your squinted eyes, hands rubbing at your pillowy tits before you relaxed again.
“You want me to cum in you? Fuck a baby into this pretty cunt, hm?”
You babbled out a yes, tugging at your tender nipples as he growled into the air. His pace was brutal now, desperate for release as you milked around his length, pants leaving your mouth in shallow breaths.
“Gonna look so fucking sexy pregnant- all full with my child. Gonna make me a Daddy? Gonna fuck you until it sticks. That’s it baby - keep sucking me in, just like that.”
Simon was feral, grunting into the air as he fucked his cock into your wailing mound, slick stringing down his full balls. Your screams were loud as your head tilted to the side, tongue lapping from your mouth as you mewled in the pleasure.
“You’re gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you sweet’art? So fucking good- so fucking tight. Just need to breed this perfect pussy. All fucking mine.”
“Y-Yours, Simon. Please fill me up,” you said, voice cracking as you gripped onto his neck, pulling him flush against you into a mating press. Delicate fingers found your clit as you rubbed the wet bead, moaning against his mouth as he kissed you, an endless supply of adrenaline pumping through his body.
“You gonna give me as many kids as I want? Gonna keep you pregnant, so full and round with my babies. My perfect fucking girl.”
Your breath wedged in your throats as the coil grew in your stomach, sloppy motions rubbed against your clit as Simon fucked against your sweet spot.
“Milk my fucking cock, baby, that’s it- cum for Daddy.”
His words sent you into overdrive, your eyes rolling back as your noises halted, stuck in your oesophagus as your lungs jolted full of air. Simon was quick to follow, your clenches wrapping around his shaft as he came with a groan, hot spurts of come coating your walls as he gripped onto your neck.
The Lieutenant was reluctant to pull out, desperate to keep his seed inside of you, buried at the hilt. You whined at the loss of contact, thick cock leaving your aching mound with a huff as Simon rushed to the bathroom.
You melted into the sheets, gently stirring as he wiped your face and neck with a cool compress.
“Did so well for me,” he praised, rubbing at your cheek affectionately. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his wrist.
Thick loads leaked from your exposed cunt, a hiss leaving Simon’s throat before two fingers pushed his work back in.
This man meant what he said, he wasn’t stopping until it stuck. Until you were pregnant and forever his.
Okay... Let's try this again since I got too post happy and had to delete the original ask. So sorry Nony!
This one is a little sad and sappy. Sorry (not sorry!)
TW: Blind!Gator, talk of scars/wounds, established relationship, P in V, reader with a vagina, cream pie.
WC: 2.4K
You're still you and I'm still me.
Your own words echo in the back of your mind, the last conversation you'd had with Gator, now over a week ago. He'd sounded so small, feeling impossibly sorry for himself, half whispering into the receiver.
"I don't know how to be me."
It made your chest ache for him, even now while driving for your first visit you'd been able to schedule with him. It's been almost four months since he went into the penitentiary. The feds finally gave him a little leniency given the circumstances and his good behavior, pulling some strings to get a private visitation.
Your insides were twisted, filled with anxiety and dread. Hoping for the best but prepared for the worst.
The intake process was fairly swift, two metal detectors, a pat down and a dozen questions later the guard was leading you down the sterile, clinical looking hall with harsh fluorescents buzzing above and just the sound of your shared footsteps echoing down the corridor.
A moment later he stopped in front of an ominous looking metal door, keys rattling before he pushes it open, creaking on its hinges.
"You got thirty minutes." He huffs.
Your eyes land on Gator's slumped form sitting in a chair, facing away from you dressed in a bright orange prison issued uniform. It's a very plain room with no window and much like the outside halls, smelling of bleach and disinfectant. Aside from the chair he was in, the only other piece of furniture was the small bed in the corner with a metal frame.
"Thirty minutes, Tillman." He repeats louder, making Gator turn his head over his shoulder toward his voice. "Better make it count." He chuckles watching you take a hesitant step forward, waiting until you're midway in the room before slamming the door and clicking the lock back into place.
You stand there silently for a few moments, staring at the back of his head, unsure of how to start. It was silly really.
"M'not gonna bite darlin, unless y'want me to." He smirks, shifting to turn toward where he thinks you're standing. His eyes are covered, just like the last time you'd seen him. Stark white gauze against much paler skin than what you were so accustomed to.
There was a faint scar running down the left side of his upper lip, a white almost opaque line.
"Gator." You barely whisper, taking another step closer.
"Hey darlin." He smiles, standing, grasping the back of the chair to navigate around it slowly, shuffling while his palm outstretches toward you.
You don't hesitate, sliding your hand into his, fingers running across those familiar roughened callouses, though seemingly softer now that they haven't been in use.
You all but launch yourself into his chest, an "oomph" escaping him with a quiet huff, staggering a step back before his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you into him.
Your head lands just above his heart, the thump, thump, thump steadily beating in your ear, your arms wind around his waist in a bone crushing hug. He's still here. He's still alive.
You breathe him in, letting his scent envelope your senses. It was almost too clean, the soap he used here, the shave cream and deodorant all foreign but he was there underneath, something undeniably Gator.
You didn't realize when your eyes sprang tears, but they were falling down your cheeks, damp against his shirt.
“Hey, whoa darlin.” He coos when he hears a sniff, followed by a ragged breath. “No need for that babydoll.”
You lift your chin to look at him, really look at him. That chiseled jaw, rough with stubble makes you wonder who helps him shave in this place. His hair was more or less the same length it had always been, but obviously the gelled back look was no longer a priority. Soft tendrils fall against his forehead making him seem younger in some way.
The scratchy white binding hides whatever may be left of his eyes. Your stomach drops at the thought, but your hand cups his cheek, thumb softly rubbing across his skin, fingers tilting upward softly just a fraction, lifting the edge just slightly before his hand shoots up, covering yours.
He lets out a shuddering breath, lips connecting with your palm. You didn't need words to tell you what he was thinking. He was nervous.
“Can I just have today, sweet thing?” He murmurs, swallowing down those hard felt emotions. “Don't know if I'm ready for ya to see me like that jus’yet.”
Just today. One more time before you saw him for everything he was. Vulnerable. Changed.
It was the way he spoke so timidly. So unlike the man you knew before. You wanted to argue and tell him that it didn't matter. You're still you and I'm still me, but the words wouldn't form, stuck in your throat and dying before they had a chance to be uttered.
“Can we ju— just—”
You lean up, lips barely brushing against his, with a soft “yeah” murmured against them.
That's all it takes before he's crashing into yours, palm deftly finding your necks nape, fingers tangling in your roots at the back of your head anchoring you to him.
It was slow, easy at first as if he wanted to memorize the moment with you, the way your lips slot perfectly against his. The hand on your hip digs in slightly before moving down to cup your ass with a gentle squeeze, making your hips brush up against his crotch.
You let out a breathy gasp when his already half hard cock presses against your lower stomach.
His forehead leans against yours when you break the kiss, “God I missed you.” He whispers, breath fanning over your face.
“Not much time, babydoll. Let me feel you?” It was a question laced with a plea of desperation, his touch trailing your side, already lifting the edge of your shirt, fingers dancing across the newly exposed skin.
"My eyes may not work, but I still know how to make you feel good darlin'. Ain't nothin’ wrong with my fingers... my tongue... or this." He shifts his hold, taking your hand and moving it downward letting you palm at his bulge.
There he is. The confident, albeit, cocky man you know, never missing an opportunity to make you blush, even now. Heat floods your core with that familiar ache you haven't been able to quell on your own in quite some time.
"Can still make you moan my name. Hell, I bet you're sportin' that cute little grin and pink cheeks right now. Huh?" He says smugly, that lopsided grin only growing at his own jest.
"Shut up." You murmur with no real malice, letting your hand slowly move against his clothed cock.
He sucks in a sharp breath, hips canting, searching for more friction, lips parting in a breathy groan.
His hand wraps around your throat, coaxing your head upward as his lips messily find yours, much more heated than just a few moments ago, his tongue moves against yours in a slow and filthy rhythm as if savoring your taste.
It was like that warm feeling coming home after a long day. The taste of his lips, the slick slide of his tongue all overwhelming you in the best way. A moan is pulled from your chest when his grip tightens just slightly around your throat.
“Gator…” you murmur between wet smacks, hands wandering up his shirt with a sudden urgency.
A hmmm is all he bothers with, kisses now moving down your jaw, to that spot below your ear that makes you shiver. He still knows your body.
“Bed?” You ask, already pushing him in that direction, tilting your head back to give him more access.
“Read my mind darlin.” He husks, lips never leaving your skin.
It was all new yet familiar, the way he touched you, kissed you and mapped out your skin. The pads of his fingers tracing along your curves and dips, reacquainting himself with your body. Your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks, head thrown back against the starchy, rough blanket, laid out over the mattress.
He wanted to take his time, taste you, drown in the sounds you make when his tongue brought you to the brink but there wouldn't be time. You both knew that.
You were already wet and aching when he made you bare. Your fingers drag his pants and boxers down his thighs, letting them drop and pool at his feet. He steps out of them, hand fisting his hard, leaking cock with a groan.
“How do you want me, handsome?” You ask, voice low and sultry. You knew his favorite position without asking but wanted to be sure this is what he wanted.
“On your knees, babygirl.” He husks, still stroking himself as you move onto all fours for him, scooting your ass back until his hand finds your hip, fingers splay across your skin before sinking into the flesh, holding you steady.
You feel his fingers trail up your ass, slowly teasing their way to your center. A barely there graze against your clit sends a jolt of electricity up your spine, before he's circling your weeping entrance.
He takes his hand away all too soon, leaving you to whine, bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with an obscene slurp.
“Goddamn babygirl, had to taste you. Just as fuckin’ sweet as I remember.” He groans, giving you no time to respond when you feel his cockhead bump your clit.
Your hips jerk, but his hold on your hip pins you still, his length collecting your slick and lining up to your entrance.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moans, when his tip barely pushes into your tight heat. The welcome stretch has you sucking in a sharp breath, relaxing your walls as much as you can to allow his girthy cock to ease in.
His hips thrust forward a little more, making you both moan. You're so wet, so worked up but he still has to bully his way into your tight cunt. His hand finally releases his base, taking your other hip, as he pulls out and pushes back in just a little more. He repeats the motion, over and over until he's flush with your ass, balls snuggly pressed against your puffy clit.
“That's it baby.” He coos. “I know she missed me, yeah?” It's taking all the restraint he can find not to pound you into the mattress.
“Fuck Gator!” You breathe out shakily, pussy clenching and unclenching, begging for him to move, arching your back.
“Oh fuck,” he hisses, pulling out leaving just the tip before snapping his hips, leaving you breathless, fisting the sheets beneath you.
He was done holding back when that high, almost pornographic moan ripped from your chest, as he set a hard, deep pace. He quickly moves to plant one foot on the mattress for leverage, his hand gliding in between your shoulder blades to press you into the bed. Your cheek flush with the scratchy, woolen fabric when his fingers tangled in your locks at the back of your head.
“Hang on babydoll.” He urged, pounding into your tight pussy over and over, balls slapping at your clit with each heavy thrust.
He’s a grunting, panting mess, slick skin and hard muscle working to bring you both over the edge, fueled by each moan, whimper and desperate plea that leaves your lips.
A grin splits his face at the way your pussy flutters around his cock, signaling your impending release. Without his eyesight all of his other senses are in overdrive.
He can feel every twitch of your walls, he can hear every single sound you make, every breathy gasp and strangled exhale. He leans over, tongue licking up your shoulder, tasting the salty perspiration on your skin. The smell of his favorite perfume lingers at your pulse point, driving him wild.
Your brain is clouded and empty, only thinking of the way he is making you feel.
“You're close.”
It's not a question, because he already knows, leaning back up, hand curving under you, and over your mound to roughly pinch your clit between his fingers, your mouth parts with a harsh moan before his pad begins to draw circles against you.
“That's it— right— there.” He punctuates each thrust, suddenly hitting your spongy frontal wall.
It's all too sudden, too overwhelming when stars explode behind your eyelids. You scream his name, cunt clamping down around his cock, that warm, churning feeling in your gut, spreading up your spine as you cum all over his cock.
He tries to drag it out, but you feel too good around him, finger shaped bruises sure to haunt your hips in the following days as he thrusts once, twice, three times more, spilling inside you. Your cunt spasms, milking him of every last drop. His head is thrown back with a groan, buried to the hilt as he cums.
You're trying to catch your breath when he collapses forward, chest draping over your back. Your legs shake, giving out, with a whimper as he crushes you in the best possible way.
“Shit.” He murmurs right in your ear, lips placing a tender kiss at your jaw, propping himself up on one elbow, pulling out of you with a hiss.
A low “mmmm” is all you can muster, completely spent. A low laugh rumbles from his chest at your non-response, rolling over and pulling you with him.
“I got you, babygirl.” His chest is still pressed into your back when he hooks his chin over your shoulder, planting a messy kiss to your cheek.
You hum with contentment, unwilling to face the harsh reality of existence without him outside of these four walls. He holds you tight, similar thoughts in his own head but right now it was just the two of you tangled together in your own little world.
Soon enough a harsh knock would come at the door, knocking you both from your blissful haze.
Next time would be different.
Next time he would show you the ugly truth hidden behind his bandages, letting you see those vulnerable parts of him he was scared to bare.
But you would be there to remind him, you're still you and I'm still me.
When Bruce brought Mousy in, they had that new baby smell. The baby smell that always seems to be on few months babies. Which is exclusively why weekly cuddle huddles now exists in the manor. Just one day/half day in a week with the whole Batfam +Alfred huddled around in the living room under a giant pillow fort and they just relax and play with Mouse before eventually taking a short group nap to calm down a little bit from all the stress of vigilantism from the week.
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That's so sweet and cute. Allow me to show you what it looked like before they established the weekly cuddle huddle.
The Littlest Wayne: New Baby Smell
"The baby's gonna have a nose-shaped dent on top of their head if you keep doing that."
Bruce lifts his head just enough to press his cheek to the top of your tiny head instead, then settles back down into the couch. Tim rolls his eyes.
"How good even is the smell? They're a baby," he says, opening his hands. "B, my turn. Give."
"Hmm. Fine, but remember to support the head. They don't have any well-developed neck muscles yet."
Tim scoops you up and sniffs your face. Then he does it again at the crown. You make a low, curious noise, but otherwise don't care.
"What the hell, this is amazing." Tim turns and walks out of the room with you.
"Tim!" Bruce calls, offended. "Hello? Give me back my baby?"
"My baby now." Tim keeps walking and Bruce gets up and follows him until they're both in the day room. The teen sinks into the much more plush couch cushions and gently presses his nose to your head. "What do they do to babies to make this happen?"
"Google it. I'll hold them while you do," Bruce says, reaching for you again. Tim ducks away from his hands. "That was rude. Don't you have anything else to do today?"
"Cleared my schedule," Tim says. "I'm totally free. Don't need to do a thing but this." He sniffs you again. "Babies are so weird. Hey. Hey you. Yeah, hello, open your eyes. Hi! You're silly and weird and smell great. Do you know that?"
You squint, nose crinkling in irritation. Why is your warm bed being so noisy? You are tired. Silence, warm bed.
"You're bothering them. Give me the baby," says Bruce.
"You're bothering them. Go annoy one of your other kids. I'm getting my brotherly bonding in."
"Bothering? I love bothering people," Jason says, strolling into the room. "What are we doing?"
"Why are you here?" Tim asks.
"Cause I'm also nosy. Answer the question, Replacement."
After some gentle wheeling (read: Jason threatening to go declare himself alive just to make their already hectic schedules ten times worse), they tell him. Dick, who was passing by, hears this and peeks his head in, too, and it's not long before you're being passed around like a bong at a campfire so your family can get a hit of that new baby scent.
Damian finds his whole family another hour later, curled up in a big, careful pile around you and dozing.
"Ridiculous," the assassin mutters, whisking you away to be placed back in your crib. "Don't they know that smell is strongest at your head because it's coming from your brain, which you can only detect because your skull hasn't fully hardened yet? If you smell good, your parents won't want to abandon or kill you in favor of raising your stronger kin, thus greatly increasing your chances of survival. Classic evolutionary biology."
He lowers you back down into the crib. Instinctively, your tiny hand finds its way around his finger and grips it tight. Damian thumbs over the back of your hand for a moment, quickly checks over his shoulder, then leans down and sniffs your head.
"Bye," he mutters, gently prying his hand free and leaving you to rest.
Coming back to life feels like taking a cold plunge during winter.
The first sense to return was taste. Disgusting hot breath enters your body. You feel the muscle unsticking, blowing up like a deflated balloon. Your lungs creak like latex.
Then its smell but not really. You become aware your sinuses are blocked, you can feel it before you can feel the floor. A sniff sends layers of dried post-mortem fluid into your throat and you choke.
You can feel the floor, the ground shakes under your body, or more accurately you spasm violently on the ground. It’s warm. Your entire body is ice cold, apart from the warm shackles wrapped around your head and torso, those are burning hot, so burning hot in fact your skin seems to suction to it ever so slightly. Your body trembles with hot flashes as it rapidly changes temperature. Your skin fills with blood, pumping once more and pushing out all the dried hemoglobin in your system. Your eyelids unstick and your eyes look towards a sky you can’t find.
Instead of heaven or hell or a brilliant blue sky, you find Damian. You’ve barely been awake for a minute, barely recognized his face as someone you know and again you lose it. Damian isn’t Damian. He looks like someone else. He looks like every single layer of skin and muscle has been peeled away, revealing something vulnerable and barely human. His eyes are red, his skin flushed and cracking.
“–Beloved–” Oh, there's your Damian. You barely hear the pet name, but a tiny ache in you soothes. Something deep in you leans towards his voice, like an instinct older than you. It’s all overshadowed by the screaming in your head though. All your senses flicker on and off and on and off. Your brain screams and begs for emptiness.
“Damian she’s in shock, we need to–” A deeper voice echos from far away.
“SHUT UP” Your Damian snarls into empty space. His teeth bared like a rabid dog, his eyes wide with a fractured humanity he doesn’t try to hide.
The world moves, Damian picks you up and shields you from the figure in the corner of the room. He murmurs soft words you can’t hear and runs away, you in his arms. You’re somewhat aware of the impact of steps, and eventually of the wind flying past you. Nothing clear enough to pinpoint. Nothing stable enough to hold on to.
Damian believes this is divine intervention. He brings you to a safehouse, one of Jason’s. It’s one he knows will be empty for at least a few weeks, far enough that Bruce won’t think to look for it. He hopes it'll buy the two of you enough time to settle.
You’re not screaming anymore, he notes. That’s good. He recalls a brief lesson from his mother about the pit's properties, how “lesser” people experience disorientation from the healing process. He remembers his own experience, the physical and mental stress of being sewn back together. But even when he’d been dunked in the pit, when he was to be brought back from the edge of dying for training, he was still alive.
His hand caresses your cheek gently. You’re so beautiful to him. He doesn’t know why it worked, he doesn’t know how you're still here, there's a part of him that wants to question, to catalog and pry, but a bigger part of him just wants to hold you until the Earth collapses.
Your eyes are closed, but he knows you’re not asleep. You'd stopped seizing a few hours ago, but your body hasn’t stopped trembling. Damian kneels beside your body, you can't see the worshipful look in his eyes, the way he promises to care for you in every breath he takes. He will never let this happen again.
“Damian?” You mumble eventually. He tenses. His entire being leans towards you, not just his body but his heart and all his senses too.
“Yes, beloved?” He replies hoarsely, looming over you like a guard dog waiting for a command.
“..Robin?”
“Yes, beloved.”
You make some measure of soft sound. It would’ve been lost to most people, but not to Damian. Nothing would ever be lost to Damian again.
Damian does not sleep that night. He watches over you instead. He watches your chest rise and fall. He watches your nose as you breathe. He watches your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. To anyone else, you’d of looked sick, not terribly ill, but sick, half pale, half flushed, dirty and chemically clean, sick but breathing. To Damian, you’d never looked more alive.
First post in awhile!! Sorry it took so long! Tell me if its awful!!
THE WAY U WRITE THE OLD RED DEMON MAN IS JUST SO NEKEKDKEOWB
Might I just add onto the seemingly continuous alastor requests. I'd love to see Alastor x Reader where reader is in heat and Al finds it pathetic but takes pity on them and helps anyway bc like poor thing can't even get their own instincts in control they're obviously hopeless
warnings: 18+!!!NSFW
You thought when you died you would be rid of hormones.
Periods were a pain while living, but this is was worst.
When you were alive, your periods plagued you with mood swings, random cravings, and pain.
Now that you were dead, you didn’t experience the dreadful red flood and raging mood swings; no. Now all you felt was unbelievably horny and needy.
And you hated it.
You usually carried yourself with confidence and elegance.
You usually liked to help around the hotel and were generally friendly with everyone.
You grimaced as you woke up to feel just how drenched your panties were. I really need to stock up on new underwear you thought as you tossed the ruined panties into the hamper.
You usually spent your heats alone and could hide in a hole until you felt normal again. You usually could control yourself well enough til you had enough free time to ease the tension between your legs.
Or until you found a poor sinner.
Weeeeellll that was hard when you lived in a hotel with a ton of shit to do. You really didn’t want to hear Angel’s jabs as you dragged some unfortunate soul to endear your sex rage.
You sighed, hopefully you could get through the next few days without embarrassing yourself completely.
So far so good you thought as you went about your day doing whatever activity Charlie had you do with the group.
Every touch and scent didn’t send your cunt into a tingling frenzy; yes you had to change your panties a few times but nothing crazy.
That was until you were around Alastor.
Your body practically buzzed whenever the tall red demon was in your vicinity.
You first chalked it up to that it was because you did found him attractive and simply thought it would go away.
But your cunt begged a differ.
You squirmed a bit on the couch as Alastor took a seat beside you, clenching your thighs to ease the uncomfortable throbbing.
It didn’t help that he smelled amazing.
Alastor smelled like evergreens how y’all ever smelled Christmas pine??? That shit is delicious!!!!
And you didn’t realized you had took a deep inhale of him until he turned to you
”Is everything alright my dear?” He asked, eyebrows raised.
fuck how were you going to tell him you wanted to bury your nose into his neck and just SNIFF?
“O-oh I’m f-fine…i-its just you smelled nice?” You wanted to facepalm.
He blinked at you before letting out a laugh “OOooh why thank you my dear” that shit eating grin widened, voice dropping a slight octave“I must smell very enticing if you’re sniffing at me” his eyes narrowed slightly.
A shiver ran through your body and you swear you were leaking through onto the couch. You wanted to die of embarrassment.
“I-I just never noticed before that’s all” You said shrugging, trying to ignore the fact that his very voice was affecting you.
Charlie had ended whatever the hell you were doing and you quickly made your way to your room, causing some confusion.
You were usually a social butterfly with the gang. You never not chat away with Angel as he told the wild shit he did on set.
“Has got to be that time of the month” Angel commented as you almost sprinted out the room. Charlie and Vaggie gave confused looks ”what?” He sighed “You know…” nope not a clue.
”She was a human remember? Every so often her pussy basically shreds itself to bits”
Charlie gasped “So she’s hurt? Shouldn’t we do something?” Angel laughed,shaking his head “Nah we can’t help. But she'll be fine. Just give her a few days and she'll be normal again”
Alastor was in the background listening, the smile on his face sharpened, you weren’t hurt or bleeding, but there was definitely something that could be done.
You snarled as your vibrator died and tossed it. You groaned as your clit continued to throb. You had thought four orgasms would have did the trick but nope you still had the irritating itch.
You didn’t own a dildo because it was pointless.
it wasn’t the real thing.
You wanted to cry. This was your first heat while you’ve been at the hotel and you didn’t just want to drag a stranger here.
You had more control than that.
At least that’s what you thought.
You had locked yourself in your room as you tore your room to bits. The walls were shredded, pillows and sheets drenched in slick and your poor toy was in pieces.
Panting, you curled in a corner and tugged at your hair, squeezing your eyes tight as tears began to pool in your eyes.
You hated this.
You hated how it felt like you didn’t even feel like yourself.
Hated that you couldn’t even control your own damn bodily function.
Hated how your body desperately wanted to be filled.
You would give anything to make this horrid feat of yours go away.
“I would have never thought to see you in such a state my dear”
You froze at the voice and jerked your head to the source.
Alastor.
He was standing at the entrance of your bedroom, a smirk on his face as he took in the state of your room.
”I must say, it. Is rather entertaining to see your lack of control” he said as he approached your curled form.
He crouched down, feigning a concerned look before a clawed hand seized your hair and wrenched your face til your noses were bumping against each other.
”did you think I couldn’t smell you?” He growled “You smell just like a bitch in heat”
You whimpered as his lips ghosted over yours “I-I’m sorry”
His scent was surrounding you. It was a drug. Assaulting your every nerve with each breath you took.
He smelled so good
please
”Please” you whispered as your cunt buzzed, tingling from his clos proximity and in hopes he would have mercy on you.
Alastor sucked his teeth at you. What a pitiful thing you were…
With a deep breathe, he stood and walked over to your ruined bed and sat. You watched as he sat his mic down and removed his coat. Yanking at his tie, he unbuttoned his shirt and looked over at you with narrowed eyes “Well? Do you want to continue to ruin your furnishings or do you wish to satisfy that brazen desire of yours?”
He widened his legs and your eyes honed in on how he unbuckled his pants.
Your throat tightened and you found yourself crawling over to him, no regard that you were naked.
Kneeling between his legs, your hands soothed up his thighs as your rubbed your head against his crotch.
Alastor lifted your chin for your eyes to meet his. Your eyes were blown out and you winced as his grip tightened.
”I pity you my dear, reduced to wanton whore, but don’t fret…Ill help you through your heat” a thumb ran over your pouty lip.
Your cunt clenched around nothing at his words.
You damn near drooled as he adjusted himself to pull his cock free from its restraints.
It was big, in both length and girth. It slapped against your face, causing you to hum at the weight of it.
You nuzzled it, nose gliding along his length before softly pressing kissed along it. When you came to his mushroom tip, you didn’t hesitate to suck at it. Alastor sighed as you gave the head of his cock kitten licks.
Head clouded with desire, you slowly bobbed your head along his length, taking him whole as you gagged once you reached the hilt.
You eased him out your throat and with a sickening pop, you admired as his spit-covered cock shined. You opted to jerk him off slowly as you buried your nose in his ball, inhaling his scent.
Alastor’s hand found your hair and guided you away from his cock, bringing you to climb up his body, until your smoldering heat was rubbing against his cock as he pressed kisses to your shoulder and neck. A gasp tore from your throat as he nipped at your jaw.
”On fours my dear”
Clumsily, you scrambled to follow his instruction. You must not have been to his liking because he pressed your head til your cheek was flat to the bed, back in a deep low arch, thighs pressed to your stomach and spreaded wide with your ass and cunt exposed to the air.
You would have blushed in embarrassment if you weren’t so turned on.
A hand glided down your back, causing you to shiver and then jolt as a harsh slap was planted on your ass, before it soothed over the burning cheek.
Alastor kneaded your ass before sliding his fingers down to your cunt.
Your slit was swollen and your clit, puffy with need.
You were dripping.
He dipped a finger inside you, testing how wet you were.
Soppy.
He added a second, your cunt greedily welcomed his fingers with ease, giving into resistance.
He chuckled “What a greedy cunt, sucking in my fingers like a cock”
You whined when he took his fingers out, already missing the feel of something inside you.
Alastor took his cock and rubbed it against your cunt, coating himself in your slick.
”I am going to fuck you to your little sinful heart desires and you are going to be grateful of everything I give you. You are going to take every bit of my cum until it spills from this cunt and then again and again until I have bred you so thoroughly. Do you understand slut?”
You were breathing heavily, trembling in excitement.
With a single, sharp thrust he filled your cunt, earning a soft cry from you.
”Do you understand?”he hissed through clenched teeth.
”Y-Yes A-Alastor”. you whimpered, eyes clenched shut in pleasure.
”Good girl”
He drew back and thrusted into you again
And again
And again
He had set a slow, but rough pace. Thrusting his cock deep into the soft warmth of your cunt with each drag.
Soft moans filled the air as he buried his cock inside you.
It felt so good.
He reached depths your finger couldn’t quite reach.
And it was amazing.
”A-Ala-stor Aah! Aaah! Hah!” You pushed your hips against his, mewling loudly as he grinned his cock into you.
”Youre pathetic ” He laughed, eyes watching his cock disappeared inside you, giving you a hard thrust at his words.
”Nothing but pathetic slut who can’t control their own body”
His grip on your hips pulled you flushed against him, making you take him til his balls was nestled against your slit.
”You probably would have spreaded your legs for any poor sinner, just wanting to be fucked dumb” Your body rippled as his thrusts got harder.
Your cunt only got wetter.
He noticed as he seemed to sink even deeper into you, as if your cunt loosened to welcome him
”oh? I bet you would have liked that wouldn’t you? So out of sorts with need that you would have just anyone bred this cunt”
He growled at the squelching noises from your cunt, you shook your head in denial.
No. No you wouldn’t haven’t done something like that.
”N-no I-I wouldn’t-” You cried out as his finger ghosted over your swollen clit.
”You would have been happy to bend over and offer your cunt to anyone, as long as you had a cock fill you” Alastor continued before a cruel, deep laugh erupted from him
”But instead you sought me out. I had no intention in satisfying you, but what a gentleman would i had been if I ignored a lady in need?” You felt him lean over, hips never missing a beat as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder.
”Oooh how fortunate you are my dear”
You were suddenly flipped onto your back. Hair sprawled around you like a halo, your chest heaving as he pushed your knees to your chin.
Your lidded eyes watching as he slide his cock between your pussy lips, bumping your clit. He grabbed your wrists, using them as leverage as he thrusted back into you, the new angle making your throw your head back with a broken cry
”FuuuuuUccckk Ah Ah AH!” His hips dug into the underside of your ass as he pounded your cunt.
Alastor hadn’t lost composure the entire time he fucked you.
He watched as you fell apart, your hips wiggling to accommodate to his harsh administrations.
Your cunt took him so good. A white, creamy ring formed at his base as he scraped against that sponges nerve inside you.
You welcomed him gratefully. Letting him wrench pleasurable sounds from your pretty lips.
Pushing your raised legs apart, he lowered his weight on you as he slammed his lips on yours, swallowing your moans. Your tongues danced as he rocked into your body.
The sounds of him ruining your cunt pushed him to fulfill your primal desire.
You felt that familiar blaze of heat take over your body as Alastor fucked short rapid thrusts into you.
Every brush of his abdomen against your clit had your cunt going haywire.
You were going to cum.
Alastor was going to make you cum.
You moaned at the thought
You were gonna cum on his cock
And he was gonna breed you
Breed your soppy cunt
and you were going to let him
”please….” You whined into his mouth
Fuck the very thought had your body buzzing.
”please what?” he purred
Your head was reeling, foggy with the need to be filled.
A hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing
“What are you begging me for slut? Hmm?” His strokes were hitting harder and deeper.
”You want me to breed your cunt? You want to me to fill you up so good that all you’ll ever think is how my cum belongs inside you? What do the little slut want?”
Yes you wanted all of it.
You wanted him to fuck you so good, you wouldn’t even think of wanting another cock from his.
You wanted him to fill your cunt to the brim and then fuck it back inside.
You wanted him to breed you like the little slut you were.
To breed you til he had his fill.
Your instincts had practically took over, fuck sanity.
”Mhmm! I want it. I want you to Ah! I want you to fill me with your cum! Please please breed me Alastor” You whined, feeling your belly clench as your orgasm hung over you, promising sweet relief.
The hand around your throat, tightened causing you to gasp as he spoke into your ear, voice deep and purring
”Youre gonna make yourself cum on my cock slut”
your hand flew to your clit to flick fast circles on the bud.
Alastor’s thrusts quickened, growls pouring from his lips
”Who’s a filthy little slut?”
”M-Me”
”Whos a pathetic slut that’s gonna take my cum?”
”Me!”
”Fucking slut gonna let be breed her dumb”
A sob tore from you as your orgasm washed over you, he fucked you as you milked him, hips angled to thrusts so deep you’re sure your cunt had molded into the shape of his cock
”hah hah aaah fuuucckk fuck fuck Al-Alastor!”
You saw white as your mouth opened in a silent scream only for him to swallow the whine in your throat.
”That’s it you pathetic slut take it. Take my cum. That’s a good girl. Let me breed this sweet cunt cher” your hips raised as he sunk into you and with a deep groan, he cummed into your spasming cunt, making sure to thrust deep enough he hit your cervix as he painted your walls white.
Whether conscious or by instinct, you gave him a ditzy smile, eyes glazed over as you slowly rubbed your clit, whimpering. Holding eye contact with him, a soft pout graced your lips
“Again”
You truly were a pathetic, needy little thing.
But don’t worry pretty Doe, Alastor’s going to make sure you
satisfied and stuffed to your heart’s content
It was going to be very interesting for the next 36 hours…
Sparks up your cigarettes. Sometimes he lights both yours and his at the same time.
Ties your shoes. He kneels down and sometimes kisses the top of your feet before he puts them on for you in the morning.
Keeps one hand on your hip when you cuddle.
Info dumps on his favorite subjects. It ranges from a fallen empire he’s stolen lost treasures from to theories about whatever manga he’s reading. Gets really upset when his theories are wrong.
Ragebaits you. He likes how passionate you get when you argue about the most minuscule things.
Matches your outfits. Sometimes you wear opposite colors (your outfit is all white with some blue accents, his is black with some purple) and other times he prefers wearing all the same.
Leaves your ex alive and flaunts you in front of them. Death isn’t appropriate for them, they should see you with someone better and rue losing you.
Picks you up and places you on his lap. He likes showing off how strong he is.
He’s cocky in general and gets upset if you don’t acknowledge his accomplishments. He won’t always tell you, and he can’t always identify that emotion too well either.
Blends into your friendgroup and family, they will like him.
He likes to hold you while you sleep, loves rubbing your ass and giving you small kisses while you slumber. He thinks it’s adorable when you snore.
Cuts your hair for you, usually trims it but he’ll figure out other hairstyles if you want him to.
Randomly bites you throughout the day. Chrollo loves leaving marks on you, so it’ll hurt at times. He grins and doesn’t acknowledge it when you glare at him.
Pranks and scares you. He gets a good laugh out of the face you make when you’re startled.
Teaches you his native tongue if you’re not from home. Meteor city has its own special language that few outsiders have a grasp on.
You guys compete over who can smack each others ass the most in one day. He usually wins though, and rubs it in your face.
Randomly licks your ear shell. Or your face. Dunno why, he’s just like that.
He sniffs your armpits and feet too while I’m at it. Again, kuroro’s just like that. I think your armpit smell calms him while your feet smell just makes him horny.
Let’s you do his makeup, he’ll wear it out too as long as he thinks it matches his outfit.
Reads you long passages from his books as you fall asleep.
Stalks you when you’re out with your friends. Do you know he does it? Sometimes you catch on, but he doesn’t intervene. Chrollo does it out of safety and what he can’t identify as clinginess.
Blows on your soups if they’re too hot.
Chrollo forces you to memorize his favorite play scenes and act them out in the middle of the night when he’s drunk. Sometimes he’ll put on a one man show if he’s really feeling it.
Doesn’t ask to be cuddled, he rubs his head into the side of your body until you get the hint.
Kuroro feels euphoric when you praise him so sweetly and hold him into your chest. He can’t think about anything besides how loved he feels.
Randomly lies to strangers, and you entertain this too. One time he told a waiter he’s a professor from a far off country and you immediately jumped in and said you were competitors in college, but fell in love and decided to teach in the same department at the same uni years later. Oh, he loves when you lie with him.
victor having a blood fetish and reader taking full advantage of it on their period and my life is yours mwah
I need you to know I think about this a shocking amount ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
TW: blood, period cunnilingus, period blood as lube.
There's absolutely no hiding it from him. Victor often knew you were about to start your period before you even did. Every shift in your hormones wafted off of you and while no one else could tell, he could. It had its perks; he was particularly kind and dutiful when he knew you would be a bit more sensitive. Leaving gifts and doing favours for you to stay on your good side. All the while he was biding his time. Every month like clockwork, he'd sniff you out. There was no working, no leaving your room, and barely leaving the bed for nearly a full day.
Squirming and panting your back arched against the sweat soaked bedding. Victor had shed his jacket and vest a while ago. Probably around the same time he had stripped you nude before pinning you at the hips. Tangling your fingers into his hair you silently thanked him for not wearing the visor. Not just because it was uncomfortably hard between your thighs, but because it hid those eyes. Staring up at you from where his mouth had latched onto your bleeding cunt was two yellow eyes that nearly glow in the low light.
Twisting the fingers in his hair you rock you hips harder against his tongue, whimpering with every glide of that fat, wet muscle. Victor allowed you to hump his face for now, craving more of the thick, rich blood that drooled out of you with every orgasm. Sickly copper flooded his senses as his face was drenched in it. While one of his massive hands tended to you, his other was busy stroking himself lazily. So involved in practically eating you alive, he couldn't focus enough to get himself off. At some point, he had swapped hands so he could use the blood on it to stroke his cock. He groaned louder against your cunt as he fucked his palm coated in your blood.
Sucking down onto your clit, Victor enveloped it with his tongue. Your heels dug into his back, squeezing him close as you squealed. Your humping became more erratic, abusing his mouth and yanking on his hair. Victor didn't care, entirely focused on making you cum again. The hand on his cock sped up, his groaning getting louder with each stroke.
"Come on, sweetheart."
The words were mumbled against your clit, hot breath washing over your wet folds. You shuddered against his tongue as he wrapped it around your clit again, rolling the wide belly of it around. There was no humping his head as your body froze, locking up as your orgasm suddenly rolled through you in powerful waves. Letting out an almost shocked cry your eyes shot down to watch him. Victor's eyes were barely open, threatening to roll back in his head as he chased his own orgasm. Feeling your cunt flutter over his tongue, washing it with more of that sanguine elixir as you keened and cried above him, thanking him and praising him. He couldn't have been happier.
The massive body between your thighs twitched and crumbled, his groans becoming broken gasps. Removing himself from your clit, he lathed his tongue lazily over your entrance, lapping up more of the blood stained slick. You were too exhausted to peel him off no matter how overstimulated it made you. Catching your breath while you still can, you stare down at him as he pulls away just a moment, licking the cum from his thick fingers before he pressed them against your folds and collected some of your blood. Swapping hands again, he slowly pumped his weeping cock.
Sure there would be breaks. He'd make sure you were fed and well hydrated. He'd ensure you never felt any sort of cramping or back pain either. And at the end of the day a warm, soothing bath was drawn and ready for the both of you. But for now, you were going to be his blood bag and you were absolutely going to thank him for it later.
