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[razzlerdazzler]

Can I ask for Keith, Barnaby, and Kotetsu (separated) Relationship Headcanons?

Hello, I’m really sorry it took me so long to get this done, I didn’t really know much about Keith besides what I’ve read so I hope I did him some justice, I hope you like it :) 

Keith, Barnaby, Kotetsu (Separate) Relationship Headcanons

Keith 

Keith is a gentleman 

He always opens your car door for you, will pull your chair out whenever you both are eating out somewhere, will help you if you need help with anything, etc

If you are a hero then Keith will ask you to join him on his patrols 

He introduces you to Nathan and all his other hero friends

He loves to compliment you and will always tell you how pretty/handsome you are 

After he loses his spot as the “King of Heroes” and gets depressed and doubts himself he goes to you and talks about how he is feeling and confesses that after he lost he started to doubt himself and has even wondered if he was good enough for you

You tell him that titles do not define a person and that just because he lost does not mean he isn’t a good hero and that he shouldn’t base his confidence and self-worth on titles and that he is human just like everybody else and that you aren’t dating him because of his title

After this conversation you both tell each other how much you love each other and his confidence in himself as a hero and as a person come back 

He likes PDA 

He likes to hold your hand while out in public and he loves to cuddle you whenever you two are at home

If anybody picks on you or tries to bother you, he will quickly and politely tell the person to fuck off leave you alone and will quickly get you away from the person 

Afterwards he will try to cheer you up and will try to get your mind off of the person and what they said or did

He likes to spoil you and will buy you things that he knows you like

Whenever he gets hurt while he is on patrol he will let you patch him up and will kiss you and thank you whenever you're done 

He is very polite and will always check in on you while you’re working and will see if you’re doing good and will make sure that you take breaks and will bring you snacks and will tell you how proud he is of you 

Even though he goes out on patrol every night, he always makes sure that he has time to spend with you

You are someone he holds dear and is important to him, you’re one of the reasons he goes out on patrol every night, he wants to make sure that you are safe and happy

Barnaby

He likes PDA but not so much in public, instead while you're both in public he'll link your pinkies together and will hold hands

However, while you two are alone or are with friends and he feels comfortable, he will hold you, cuddle you, and kiss you, and with your help he gets more used to and comfortable with PDA

Whenever he has nightmares about his parents deaths and the false memories Maverick gave him he'll tell you about the dream if you ask but won't go into the details and will let you comfort him

He will spoil you, considering how he is about PDA he tries to make it up to you by buying you things he knows you'll like

He also spends time with you and loves listening to you talk about your day

He wants to help you and will listen to any of your problems and will try to comfort you the best he can and will help come up with solutions for your problem

Whenever either of you have a bad day you'll both try your best to comfort the other and make sure the other knows that they are loved and cared for

He'll tell you about his parents and will even take you with him whenever he visits their graves

He tells you how his parents would have loved to meet you and how happy they would be that he finally found his true love

Whenever he gets hurt he will let you patch him up and will thank you and will kiss your cheek as thanks

He will introduce you to Kotetsu since he is his partner and his best friend

If anybody bothers you he will quickly come up with a strategy to get you away from the person and will also make sure to put the person in their place while he is at it

You help comfort him during his mental breakdowns and he confides in you about his trauma

You along with Kotetsu are able to help him move on from his trauma and his troubled past

He brings you with him whenever he visits orphans and reads to them

You watch as helps the orphans and bonds with them and see how far he's come from how he used to be

He loves you so much and is so happy that he's with you and that you've stayed by his side and helped him throughout his trauma. He can never thank you enough for loving him for who he is

Kotetsu

He loves PDA

He's always been a physically affectionate person, always hugging his friends and family and being affectionate with them and even more so towards you, doesn't matter whether you two are in public or not

He introduces you to his daughter Kaede, and watches with a smile as you two get along and form a bond

He loves spending quality time with both of you, even if his job get in the way sometimes, he tries to get the most out of it

He always apologizes for whenever he has to go to work while you two are on a date or are just spending time with Kaede

He always makes sure to make it up to you, even though you tell him that it's okay and that you understand

He tells you about his late wife and how she would have loved to meet you

He even suggests you join him and Kaede whenever they visit her grave

He loves to listen to your voice and gives you great advice whenever you need help with anything or even if you just want to talk about your day

Whenever he gets hurt he lets you patch him up and talks to you the whole time, mainly trying to cheer you up and get your mind off of him being hurt since he doesn't want to see you worry

He will introduce you to Barnaby and all of his other hero friends

Whenever he has nightmares he'll try to keep it to himself so that he doesn't worry or bother you

However, you notice and tell him that it's not healthy to keep all of these feelings and emotions bottled up. That it's okay to tell people how he's feeling and that you'll always listen to him whenever he needs someone to talk to about his feelings and emotions

If anybody is bothering you he will go up to the person and will call them out on what they're doing and will punch the person if they don't listen or back off

Then he'll quickly take you away from the person and will try to get your mind off of the person and will try to cheer you up

He loves to compliment you and tell you about how much he loves you and appreciates having you in his life

He loves you so much and is so happy that he found love again by being with you

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

I have anime oneshots on wattpad that I said I was going crosspost over here. So question:

[gatorbites-imagines]

We know wolf hybrid mark, but what if there was a bunny hybrid mark?

Bunny Hybrid Mark Grayson 

Anon your mind 

I don't actually know a lot about bunnies and rabbits, so I had to look it up, so here we go. 

I like to think Bunny Mark is a little more pouty and bratty than the rest. Hes not a dick or anything, and his brat levels are nothing like Empire Mark, but you'll catch him huffing and puffing his cheeks out sometimes. 

Nolan would have been a Flemish giant rabbit, but I'm not sure what Mark would be. I'm a sucker for floppy eared bunnies, but I also feel like Mark fits straight standing ears more.  

Hes the Mark that summons his tail the most, or its rather he doesn't unsummon it most of the time. It's very easy to hide a small tail in his pants or suit. This does result in the others flicking his little fluffy tail though, which makes him huff and glare half-heartedly. 

Bunny Mark bounces on his heels when he's excited, and you will catch him jumping up and own, using his flight to make him jump much higher, just for fun or because he's bored. 

Flops down when he's tired or content. Please rub and pet his ears when he does this. Ends up snuggling up into your lap, or into the lap of another Mark. 

I read that bunnies scent mark as a sign of possession and dominance, like to mark their territory, so you find Bunny Mark rubbing his chin on you on the regular, or he love nibbles you or other Marks. 

I also read that they circle you as mating behavior, so when it's that time of the year, Bunny Mark starts slowly circling you. Neither of you will realize it in the beginning, until he's outright walking circles around you, flopping down, or wiggling his tail in your direction. 

Bunny Mark likes making blanket and pillow forts, since it feeds into his instinct to burrow and nest. Tiger mark has his nest in the closet, wolf mark just scents and pees on stuff, bunny mark will build the best fort you have ever seen in a side room. Its big enough to fit everyone, he is very proud. 

The hybrid Marks spend a lot of time together because they have a lot of the same instincts. Wolf Mark can get too energetic sometimes, so the other two will kick him out to run around the neighborhood a few times, before he can come back into the nest. 

Bunny Mark also has the biggest litter out of all of them, and the highest libido. He very much lives up to “going at it like rabbits”. 

[black-dhalias]

How about Kotetsu x Gender Neutral! Reader where he told them he still wishes that people acknowledge his efforts, even though saving people is still his first priority. They reassure him that he will always be their hero as they seen how hard he tries & they never want him to stop doing what's right! They admire him & told him that he inspired them to be a hero like Mr Legend to him. They also bought his hero cards with his original & current designs too. Is this ok?

My Hero

Kotetsu X GN!Reader

Warnings: violence, blood, almost dying, some language. An 'age gap', y/n is in their 20s vs Kotetsu is 38.

Ngl this request completely kickstarted my urge to get into writing again, after a hiatus that lasted months. So it may have gotten a little more detailed than the original request(and by detailed I mean that I got super carried away like 7K words carried away), but I hope you like it!

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi had always been good at saving people. It came with the job—and the powers—but it wasn’t until he met you that he realized how powerless he could feel outside of a fight.

You were fast. Not just in speed, but in everything—thought, speech, the way you moved like the world never quite caught up. A NEXT with the alter ego Shockwave, although he knew you by Y/N. You are in your twenties with a kinetic energy that made people stop and stare, even when you weren’t glowing. Kotetsu was well past that kind of attention, these days. His joints ached more often than he’d admit, and he had to squint at his phone sometimes to read the messages without his glasses.

He felt the years between you like a physical thing, especially when you smiled at him. Not polite. Not hero-to-hero. Just... warm.

Too warm.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered, sitting with a half-empty can of coffee on the edge of the training deck.

Barnaby glanced over. “You don’t get a lot of things.”

Kotetsu sighed, rubbed the back of his neck. “How do you even tell if someone’s just being nice, or if they—y’know—like you?”

“You could try asking.”

He scoffed. “Right. ‘Hey, I know I’m like ten years older and might’ve pulled my back last week, but are you flirting with me?’ That won’t get me slapped at all.”

Barnaby raised a brow. “You like them.”

“Of course I like them. They’re smart and brave and... and they believe in making the right choice.” Kotetsu paused, voice dropping. “I just don’t know what I’d look like beside them. Like some washed-up has-been hero?”

“More like a reliable partner,” Barnaby said. “But that’s your call.”

You found Kotetsu alone later, half-bent over a vending machine like he was losing a war with it.

“Need a hand?” you offered, already pulling your glove off to short-circuit the stuck machine with a controlled spark.

The can thudded free.

Kotetsu blinked. “You’re scary good at that.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” you said with a grin that made his brain short-circuit a little. “But you’re not bad yourself, old man.”

He laughed, but the phrase caught—old man—and his smile faltered.

You noticed. “Hey. I was kidding. That didn’t bug you, did it?”

“A little,” he admitted. “Not because of the words. Just… I know there’s an age gap. And I don’t wanna misread anything. Or make you uncomfortable.”

Your expression softened.

“Kotetsu,” you said gently, stepping closer. “You’re one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You never pretend, even when it’d be easier. That matters more to me than any number.”

He blinked. “So you...?”

You nudged the can into his hand. “I like you, idiot.”

His power flared for exactly one second—just enough to trip over his own feet in shock.

You caught him before he hit the ground. “Still a hero,” you teased.

Breathless and red-faced, he looked up at you and smiled like a man who just realized maybe he could still catch up.

Even if it took a second or two longer.

You often felt like there was extensive uncertainty in that department, but things came to a swift beginning—he was your friend, best friend in the league.

He gave you advice and often spent hours together, and when your feelings became real. It left you at an impasse. You’d never ask though.

Not when it meant that he might not feel the same. It wasn't just light banter or some flirting, you saw him and knew. Almost instantly. That he was it.

He was the one.

You were training, lifting heavy and hoping your body didn’t collapse under the weight. As the distance became longer, the weights and time became heavier. The bar presses down on your shoulders, back straight as you bend into a squat—a stream of sweat beads down your cheek and your teeth clench together.

A rush of exhaustion hits fast and your eyes widen, only the weight doesn’t come instead it lifts off your shoulders entirely. Clicking back into place, you lean over onto yourself—exhaling heavily and then standing upright.

“What’s up Kotetsu?” His arms have crossed over his chest, compared to some he is average stature, but to you— he feels massive. Your eyes trailing up to look at him, a knot forming in your stomach and in your throat.

“We gotta talk?” Your teeth bite the inside of your cheek, eyes drifting down to the ground.

“About???” You drag the word, wiping the sweat and hoping that it’d be about training.

“Where’d ya go, kid?” Your lip twitches at the stupid nickname, that ball of nerves in your throat is threatening to choke you. He leans his back onto the machine, arms still crossed as you shrug.

“I’ve been here the whole time…” You pause, “training…” But you know that’s the not the answer he is looking for, not even close. A loud sigh leaves your lips.

“See that, I can tell somethings up. But you’re just gone…” You too feel the miles of distance, it felt like it happened overnight, but still when you find it in yourself to look up at Kotetsu. Your thoughts stumble.

“I’m right here.” You assert, of course you know that’s not the truth—that you are trying to put miles and miles of distance to protect yourself. Afraid. Kotetsu already had his one true love, and you would never try be anything close to that. Hell, he even has a daughter. The age difference is there, something that seems to even bother him. But if you're honest with yourself, you just don’t know if you could say it outloud.

“You’re not though. I look forward to our Thursday night outs and every other day, movie night. I love that you always burn the popcorn. But it’s always changing, here and there. I know I’m no—” He runs a hand through his hair, making a funny face. "It's hard to read when it keeps changing."

“Look, I’m no good at this, I haven’t even thought about it before now. But you can’t just stop, because I don’t want you to stop. To ya know—” His words seem to be falling off his tongue, and you can hardly stop your head from spinning. Is your heart supposed to be in your throat? Choking you? Drowning out every other noise, except for your heartbeat?

“Kotetsu…” His name coming out of your mouth silences him, he goes completely still and slumps onto himself. “You’re rambling.” You half smile, partially genuine and partially forced—god, he means the world to you and he doesn’t even know it.

“I know. I know, but I just don’t know how to explain it. I like knowing you’ll be there every night, and most of those nights, all I want is to hold you.” You had wanted to hear those words before, pleaded with the fates to give you the chance to hear them. You had completely given up hope of ever hearing them, settling in with the thought you’d only ever be his friend. It’s almost too good to be true.

“Prove it, Kotetsu.” You swallow, turning so that you’re facing him, eyes upcast to meet his. Warm and brown, and full of life. “Because I’ve spent a long time trying not to cross any lines, terrified I’d do the wrong thing and you’d be gone." You whisper that last bit, you wish you could scream, but a whisper will do.

Turns out, kissing Kotetsu was almost as good as cuddling up to watch a movie, or show. It was quiet and calm, needy, but too much.

It was warm, and all those good feelings people talk about—and it was right.

You didn’t mean to fall for him.

Honestly, you thought it would just be admiration. Respect, even. Kotetsu was a legend, after all—one of the few heroes who never let the spotlight change him. Rough around the edges, sure. Loud, disorganized, sometimes a walking disaster. But he cared. He saw people. He saw you.

Even when you were still getting your footing in the hero world, he never treated you like a kid. He'd wait when you were figuring something out, even if it meant getting singed a little in the crossfire. He listened. He laughed at your bad jokes. He believed in you when you weren’t sure if you deserved it.

So maybe falling wasn’t the surprise.

Maybe the surprise was how hard it hit you.

You knew he felt the age thing. You could see it in the way he’d hesitate after a compliment, or change the subject when someone mentioned “the old days.” Like he thought he had to be the past, and you were the future.

That brings you to where you are now, beside him on the edge of the rooftop, the city below scattered in golds and soft blues. He was fiddling with the tab on his can, trying too hard not to look nervous.

“So,” you said, letting your knee brush his. “You gonna tell me what you were actually thinking back at the vending machine?”

Kotetsu scratched his cheek. “That obvious, huh?”

You nodded. “You get this scrunched-up look when you're trying not to talk.”

He huffed a laugh. “Can’t hide anything from you, huh?”

“You’re not that sneaky.”

A beat of quiet.

“I was thinking I didn’t expect you to like someone like me,” he said, voice low. “Not just the age thing. I’ve got a kid. I’ve got baggage. I’m not exactly... a shiny new hero.”

Your chest tightened.

You turned to him fully. “I don’t want shiny. I want real.”

He looked up at you, surprise flickering behind his eyes.

“I want someone who fights even when it’s hard. Who looks out for everyone else before himself. Someone who’s got a big, dumb heart and laughs too loud and makes terrible coffee.

He blinked. “My coffee’s not that bad.”

You leaned in, resting your head lightly on his shoulder. “It is. But I’d still drink it every morning if it meant being with you.”

Kotetsu went still. You could feel the tension humming off him like electricity.

Then, slowly—like the moment needed to breathe—he let his head rest gently against yours.

“You’re gonna break my heart, y’know that?” he whispered.

You smiled. “Only if you run from me.”

He didn’t run.

Didn’t even flinch.

Instead, his hand found yours—calloused, warm, a little unsure.

And he held on.

Sternbild had seen the fair share of heroes and all of them seemed above reprise. It felt as though there should be no crime or violence, a picturesque city of cooperation. Yet whether there are heroes, there is always crime.

When you first came to Sternbild, you felt like the whole world was against you in the big city. No one really gave you a handbook on how to be a big-time hero.

You were able to implant thoughts and impulses, not exactly mind control, but potent enough to be effective. You can even put in place triggers to make thoughts up here during certain points under certain circumstances. But it means one thing for certain you’ll always be up close and personal.

Sure, your training took you far, but not nearly far enough for it to matter and a violent fight a lot of people and most of the sponsors thought you were powerful, but not enough to be assigned into the big leagues.

When it all came down to it, you stood out enough— got quite a few high profile saves and Hero TV couldn’t sign you faster. That’s also when Kotetsu first noticed you…he couldn’t explain the connection or interest, it made no sense.

Kotetsu thought for a very long time that he was content, that he had everything he wanted in life and more. At all hours, Kotetsu was in awe of you and everything that you had accomplished—so much so that he couldn’t even put it into words.

There’s a shift on the couch as Kotetsu shifts himself closer, his arm wrapping around the top of your shoulder. The TV playing in the back ground, but you can tell something is wrong with him. Although you’re not able to see into his mind, but he has not spoken a word—leaving you in the dark.

You were looking for the right moment to ask him about it, but when he’s quiet like this, your mind begins to wander. When he’d go quiet, it’s been half the night worried terrified of losing him to whatever you might have done. Then other times you would go down the rabbit hole of thinking that you’re no more than a distraction—you know Kotetsu has already had his one true, but Kotetsu is that to you.

He was the one that made the world go round.

You lean onto his shoulder, the sensation of his palm is warm on your bicep. His fingers flex to grass you a little tighter and a heavy sigh escapes your lips.

“What’s going on?” Your eyes go wide and you glance over, only able to manage that much for a few moments.

“Nothing.”

“Cmon, I know there’s—” You interrupt him, spitting the words out as quickly as you can manage.

“I’m just worried about you…” Kotetsu’s eyes seem to shift, his attention moving completely to you—the tv off in a few seconds. “You just seem so—I don’t know. Withdrawn.” Your concern is real, even from his word he seemed withdrawn and it left you feeling more insecure. “Sometimes I worry you think I can’t handle the truth.”

That seems to trigger something because Kotetsu shifts until you were facing each other his palms warm resting on your waist, and you are all too aware of the sensation of how close. The way he circles your skin with his thumb, even through the shirt he is comforting.

“No.” He drags the word, “No. Nothing like that at all—I just…” He sighs, “I didn’t realize you thought…” It’s as if he is talking to himself, but you remain close to him and observant. Watching the way he exists in front of you, seemed to be so present in this conversation.

Kotetsu was always difficult to read, so good at putting on a performance. So it made it hard to know the truth. “I’m not really a hero anymore.” His admission is shocking you expected it to be the pressure or anything else. “You’re even outselling me on cards in your first six months than I have in five years, even in our duo pack… People are only buying it for you…” You place your hand on his arms, keeping yourself attentive to his expressions. “People come to our panels to see you.”

Your own thumb runs along his arms, trying to imagine a more peaceful moments. You sigh: “Now it’s a good card…” Your eyes can see the way he gains light, his expression softening at what you imagine is your card illustration. There’s a flush of pink under his cheeks: “A great card even.” He adds a little laugh out, but there is a great deal of sadness in that laugh too. “But all I wanted to be was a hero, to mean something to someone.”

You smile up at him softly, reaching up to trace the stubble of his chin with your thumb. “You’re my hero.”

His eyes soften as he draws you closer, “I know. I know, but that’s what you’re supposed to say.”

You hush him with your eyes, a look that silences him. “No. I really mean it. You inspired me in so many different ways.” You feel the breath hitch in his chest, smiling at him. “Even before I came to Sternbild. But when I got here, I collected every one of your cards, you were always so strong. So good.” You smile up at him, trying to share your joy and warmth with him.

You rest your hand over his heart with a smile, recalling every card you ever found. “You’re a good hero. A great hero.” Mocking how he spoke about your card, “You’re my hero.”

Kotetsu smiles, finally finding it in himself to breathe again. Leaning his head forward until your foreheads touch, his hands wrapping themselves around yours—bringing you close. “That's probably the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me.”

You shut your eyes, smiling lightly at the confession. That’s the thing about Kotetsu, he always does the right thing. No matter what.

Kotetsu had faced mad men, killer robots, even his own mortality.

But nothing made his palms sweat like this.

He sat across from Kaede at their favorite little soba place, a quiet corner booth by the window. She was home from school for the weekend, already halfway through her bowl and telling him about some new internship like it was no big deal.

She was growing up too fast. Smarter than him. Stronger, probably. And somehow still patient enough to humor her mess of a dad.

He should just say it.

But every time he opened his mouth, it felt like a noodle was stuck in his throat.

“So,” Kaede said, finally eyeing him with suspicion. “You’re doing the thing.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you fidget like you’re hiding something. Spill it.”

Kotetsu rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, okay. Jeez. Can’t put anything past you.”

Kaede grinned. “Nope.”

He took a breath. “So, uh... I’ve been seeing someone.”

Her chopsticks froze mid-air.

“You what?”

“Not—like—not a lot yet. It’s new,” he stammered. “But it’s serious. Or, I think it could be. I just didn’t wanna drop it on you out of nowhere.”

Kaede blinked, then set her bowl down. “Wait. Like dating? You’re dating someone?”

He nodded.

She stared.

Then leaned in, eyes narrowing. “Who is it?”

He hesitated.

“…You know Shockwave, right?”

Her jaw dropped.

“You’re dating Shockwave?” she repeated, voice climbing.

Kotetsu flinched. “Is that—okay? I mean, I know they’re a bit younger and all, but—”

“Dad,” Kaede interrupted, wide-eyed. “That’s not why I’m freaking out.”

“…It’s not?”

She shook her head, slowly breaking into a smile.

“I love Shockwave! They’re so cool! Oh my god, does this mean I’m going to have to start pretending not to know when they’re flirting with you in the kitchen?”

Kotetsu groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Kaede—”

She was laughing now, full and bright.

“I’m happy for you, really,” she said, more softly this time. “You deserve someone who makes you feel seen. And safe. And a little less like a disaster.”

He peeked at her through his fingers. “Thanks, kiddo.”

Kaede reached across the table and squeezed his wrist. “You think you’re old and rusty, but you’re still you. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

His heart cracked a little at that—right down the middle in the best possible way.

“…So you’re okay with it?” he asked, still a little breathless.

Kaede grinned. “Only if I get to tease you both endlessly.”

“Deal.”

The alert came through during dinner.

Kaede had insisted on staying over—partly to keep the mood light after the conversation the night before, and partly to help her dad reorganize the disaster that was his living room.

They’d just finished teasing each other over burnt gyoza when the HeroTV emergency broadcast lit up Kotetsu’s phone.

A rogue NEXT. Downtown. Civilian casualties reported.

Your name listed on the active response team.

Kotetsu felt his stomach clench.

The news station cut to aerial footage before HeroTV could sanitize it. The city skyline blurred behind you as you chased the NEXT across the rooftop grid—blindingly fast, like lightning barely tethered to a human form.

You were holding your own.

Until you weren’t.

Kotetsu watched it happen in one gut-wrenching second.

The enemy pulled a fake-out—redirected a collapsing beam mid-air with their telekinesis, fast enough that you didn’t see it coming. The metal crashed down across your back, and the feed flickered with static and screams.

Your body hit the rooftop.

Hard.

“Kae—Kaede, give me the remote!” Kotetsu’s voice cracked as he fumbled to turn up the volume. “Where’s their vitals? Where the hell’s the status—?!”

Kaede’s eyes were wide, frozen to the screen. “Oh my god. Dad—”

Kotetsu’s hands were already trembling. “Why weren’t they with backup? Where’s the rest of the team—?!”

A second camera cut in, shakier—closer. You were down, unmoving, but alive. The rubble around you glowed faintly from your residual energy, flickering like a dying ember. Blood stained the side of your uniform. Too much blood.

And still, you tried to get up.

Kotetsu stood so fast he knocked his chair over. “I have to go. I have to—”

Kaede grabbed his arm.

He stopped. Looked down at her.

“You can’t,” she whispered. “You’re not cleared. You’ll just slow them down. You know that.

He wanted to scream. Wanted to tear through the screen and grab you and carry you somewhere safe.

But he couldn’t.

He could only watch.

His heart split in two.

“Please,” he whispered—to no one, to whatever gods might still be listening. “Please, don’t take them from me.”

Kaede leaned against him, quietly, her hand still on his sleeve.

Neither of them said anything for a long time.

It was Kaede who looked up at him after a few minutes, "You gotta go to them." Her voice seems to not reach him, as she tugs at his sleeve. "Go to them." She says it with more force.

Kotetsu meets his daughter's eye, before nodding. Not needing another word or explanation as he stormed towards the door, out of the tower and through the streets.

Even when his ability failed.

Even when no one moved, and he had to push through as he ran.

Kotetsu never stopped.

He arrived just as the medics did, colliding roughly with the barrier as he slipped on his mask and hopped the barricade.

Nothing mattered, other than you. Not even the numerous camera clicks, the live footage of him breaking rank and rushing to your side.

You were unconscious. Hands slick with blood, but you were alive and that's all that counted as the medics finally made it through.

•

•

Beeping.

Distant, rhythmic, too slow to be yours.

You cracked your eyes open to sterile white light and the low hum of machines. The ceiling above you was unfamiliar, but the tightness in your chest and the searing ache in your side were not.

You remembered the fight. The beam. The blood.

And his name in your throat as everything went dark.

“Back with us?” a nurse asked gently, glancing up from her chart. “Don’t try to move too fast. You’ve got three broken ribs and a punctured lung. Could’ve been worse.”

Could’ve been worse—but it wasn’t good. You weren’t wired to sit still. The idea of lying here while people were still out there, still getting hurt.

No.

You shifted, trying to sit up.

Pain lanced through your torso. You hissed, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Stop that,” the nurse warned. “You’re stable, not invincible.”

“Have to move,” you gritted out. “I need to—”

“You need to stay in bed.”

You ignored her.

She moved to gently restrain you, but you shoved her hand away—weak, but stubborn. “I’m not—I'm not broken. I just need to breathe—”

“Y/N, stop.”

The voice came from the doorway.

Your breath hitched.

Kotetsu.

He looked like hell. His jacket was half off, tie undone, eyes dark with worry and exhaustion. There was dried blood on the edge of his sleeve—your blood, maybe—and his jaw clenched when he saw you halfway out of the bed, pale and trembling and still trying to fight.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said again, stepping forward. Softer now, but firmer. “Not like this.”

You stared at him—chest tight, pain forgotten for a second. “I have to do something.”

“You did. You lived.”

You looked away, hands fisting in the sheets. “It’s not enough.”

Kotetsu crouched beside your bed, voice quiet but charged. “It is to me.”

That landed like a punch to the ribs—almost worse than the real ones.

You blinked fast. “I thought I was gonna die out there.”

“So did I,” he whispered. “And I couldn’t do a damn thing but watch.”

Silence.

The kind that makes the world feel too loud around it.

His hand found yours, warm and shaking. “You scared the hell out of me.”

You finally looked at him—and everything cracked.

The fear. The pressure. The guilt.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

He smiled faintly, painfully. “I want to see you any way, as long as it means I still get to see you.”

Your shoulders sagged, tears burning at the corners of your eyes.

He squeezed your hand gently. “Stay. Just for now. Let me be scared and hold your hand through it.”

You closed your eyes.

And, for the first time since you woke up, you stopped trying to leave.

You woke to the sound of his snoring.

Soft. Steady. Just loud enough to make your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with the bruises.

Kotetsu was slumped in a visitor chair, head tilted back against the edge of your bed, one hand still wrapped around yours. His hat was gone. So were his glasses. His coat had been draped over you at some point—probably when the nurses weren’t looking.

He looked exhausted.

And he hadn’t let go.

You watched him in silence for a moment, heart full and heavy. You could feel the tremor in your chest start to rise again—less pain, more emotion. You almost didn’t notice the soft murmur of the television on the far wall.

It was a news report. HeroTV recap. Volume low, captions scrolling. A familiar drone of polished voices and commercial gloss.

“...unexpected collapse mid-chase left the young NEXT hospitalized after sustaining serious injuries…”

“...concern growing over lack of oversight—especially with veterans like Kotetsu T. Kaburagi breaking protocol to rush the scene…”

You blinked. Sat up slightly.

The anchor’s voice didn’t change. Calm. Detached. Clinical.

“While Kaburagi is no longer an active lead on many high-risk missions, his arrival at the scene sparked debate online—some calling it heroic, others asking why a man in his forties is romantically linked to someone over a decade younger…”

Your blood went cold.

“One user wrote, ‘Why is a washed-up hero playing white knight for their new intern?’ Another added, ‘He’s old enough to be their dad—this feels more sad than sweet.’”

You didn’t realize your grip on his hand had tightened until he stirred.

“Hm?” he mumbled, voice groggy. “Hey—hey, you’re awake…”

You looked at him, wide-eyed.

“Kotetsu,” you whispered. “They’re talking about us.”

He blinked. Sat up. Turned toward the TV.

The color drained from his face.

He reached for the remote. You stopped him.

“I heard it.”

He hesitated. “It’s just noise. People always talk.”

You shook your head. “They’re saying you’re pathetic. That you’re… clinging to something you shouldn’t have.”

His expression twisted—like he wanted to argue, to fight, but didn’t know how to swing without hitting something that wasn’t there.

“I don’t care what they think,” you added quickly. “But I care if you do.”

He looked at you—really looked at you—and something in his shoulders collapsed.

“I knew this would happen,” he said quietly. “I knew the second they saw us, they’d twist it. Make me into some desperate old man chasing something too good for him.”

Your breath caught. “You think I’m too good for you?”

“I think you deserve someone who doesn’t come with baggage and a reputation people can tear down in one headline.”

You let that sit in the air for a beat.

“Funny. I thought I deserved someone who shows up when I’m dying under a building and doesn’t let go.”

He looked stunned.

You sat up, still weak, but steady. “They can say whatever they want. But I know you. And I love you. All of you. Even the parts that flinch when people talk.”

His eyes glistened.

“I’m not leaving,” you said firmly. “So unless you want to run…”

He shook his head before you could finish. “No. Never.”

You reached out, resting your palm against his cheek. “Then let them talk.”

The lights were too bright.

Kotetsu had done hundreds of press conferences before. After missions, after accidents, after funerals. But this one felt different—more like standing trial than giving answers.

He sat center panel, flanked by PR staff and a moderator, the HeroTV logo shining like an accusation behind him.

“Mr. Kaburagi,” one reporter began, not even bothering to smile. “Some are calling your decision to leave your post and rush to the scene impulsive—reckless, even. Do you consider your personal relationship with Shockwave a conflict of interest?”

Kotetsu exhaled slowly. “I responded to a priority call. I didn’t even know they were involved until I got the footage—”

“But you left the tower without clearance.”

“I’d do it again,” he said without missing a beat.

That caused a ripple through the crowd.

Another reporter jumped in. “Isn’t it irresponsible, though? You’re in your forties. A veteran hero. Shouldn’t you be setting an example, not chasing after someone half your age because you’re emotionally compromised?”

He flinched—just for a second. But they saw it.

“Would you have done the same for anyone else?” someone else called. “Or was it because you’re trying to relive your glory days through someone younger, faster—”

That’s when the back door of the conference room slammed open.

You.

Still in recovery gear. A bandage visible under the collar of your coat. Eyes blazing.

The room went dead silent.

You stormed up to the edge of the panel. “Say that again.”

The reporter blinked. “Excuse me—?”

“I said say that again. About him. Right to my face this time.”

PR staff started to rise from their seats. Someone whispered into a headset. But Kotetsu didn’t move. He couldn’t. He was frozen—half in awe, half in fear of what you were about to do.

You stepped in front of the panel, between him and the press.

“You want to ask about recklessness? Let’s talk about mine. I jumped headfirst into a fight with incomplete intel because I knew people were in danger. I would’ve bled out under that building if he hadn’t fought tooth and nail just to make sure I lived. He ran 10 blocks with no abilities, just to help a fellow hero."

Cameras clicked like gunfire.

“He didn’t show up because he was ‘emotionally compromised,’” you snapped. “He showed up because he’s a hero. One of the only ones left who gives a damn about more than ratings and contracts.”

Murmurs spread. You didn’t stop.

“You want to question the age gap? Fine. Go ahead. But don’t act like he’s some old man trying to relive the past. He’s better than half of us in the field. He’s smarter, tougher, and he cares more than anyone I’ve ever met. That’s why I love him.”

The room exploded.

Gasps. Flashes. A chorus of whispers.

Kotetsu’s breath caught.

“I love him,” you said again—softer this time. “Not in spite of who he is. Because of it.”

And then you turned toward him, eyes locking on his like there was no one else in the room.

“And if anyone else has a problem with that… They can talk to me directly.”

Dead silence.

One person clapped. Then another. Then more.

It wasn’t everyone. But it was enough to shake the room.

Kotetsu stood slowly, stepping beside you. He didn’t speak. Just took your hand—deliberate, steady—and laced his fingers through yours for the world to see.

And for once, the world listened.

The room reeked of polished wood, synthetic calm, and corporate panic.

Three executives sat across from you, smiles just a little too tight, voices just a little too rehearsed. The head of PR kept folding and unfolding her hands, like she wanted to be holding a leash. Probably yours.

You weren’t giving her the chance.

“We appreciate your passion,” she said, with that faux-empathetic tone that made your skin crawl. “Truly. And your loyalty to Mr. Kaburagi is admirable. But we need to think long-term. About optics.”

You leaned back in the chair, bandages pulling slightly under your clothes. “Right. Because optics are what matter most after someone nearly died.”

“We’re not minimizing what happened,” one of the producers said quickly. “But there’s been… backlash. Social media is split. Sponsors are nervous. And the age-gap narrative has become—well, distracting.”

You stared at him.

“‘Narrative?’” you echoed. “I nearly bled out doing my job, and you’re worried about a narrative?”

The PR woman cleared her throat. “All we’re asking is a small clarification. A joint statement. Reframe the story. Maybe suggest that emotions were high. That your words came from adrenaline, not commitment. You don’t even have to walk it back entirely—just... soften it.”

Your blood boiled.

You stood, slowly. “Let me make this easy for you.”

All three of them leaned in slightly.

“If you think for one second I’m going to stand in front of a camera and pretend that what I said about Kotetsu was anything but true, you’ve picked the wrong hero.”

“Shockwave—”

“No. Shut up and listen.”

That worked.

“I’m not here for fake ratings and glossy smiles. I’m here to do my job. And part of that job—the most important part—is protecting people. That includes him. So if this network wants to twist what we are into something shameful just to make nervous old men in suits feel comfortable, then I’ll walk.”

They went dead still.

You took a step closer.

“I’ll walk,” you repeated, calm but lethal. “Out of HeroTV. Out of your contracts. Out of your entire goddamn system. I’ve had cameras in my face since I was seventeen—I won’t let you weaponize them against someone I love.”

PR looked pale. One of the execs looked like he was about to faint.

“I’ve got enough injuries to prove I don’t bluff,” you added. “So try me.”

Then you turned, walked out, and didn’t look back.

Kotetsu was watching the footage on a tablet in the Tower lounge, Kaede beside him, both of them slack-jawed in silence as your voice cut through the speaker like a lightning strike.

“She really said that,” Kaede whispered, somewhere between horrified and awed.

Kotetsu didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

Just smiled, slow and stunned, like someone who’d just realized the person they loved had set the world on fire for them—and would do it again.

The city always looked softer from above. Like maybe it wasn’t all fire and chaos when you weren’t right in it. Like maybe you could forget how ugly people could be, even for just a second.

Kotetsu stood at the edge of the rooftop, hat in hand, watching the street lights flicker like stars too stubborn to stay in the sky.

He’d just seen the HeroTV statement go live.

“We at HeroTV stand firmly behind both Shockwave and Kotetsu T. Kaburagi. The strength they bring—individually and together—is an example of the very best of what our heroes represent: loyalty, courage, and the power to protect not only lives, but each other.”

It wasn’t perfect. Carefully worded. Safe. But public. And that made it real.

He didn’t know how you’d pulled it off. Didn’t know how you’d scared executives into defending a man they used to call a relic.

But he knew one thing: it was you.

And it terrified him.

Footsteps behind him. Light. Familiar.

You stopped beside him, bandages still peeking out from under your collar, posture relaxed like this was just another night.

He glanced over. “You see the statement?”

You nodded. “They folded after I left. I told them I meant every word.”

“Did you… threaten them?”

“Maybe.”

“…Did it work?”

You smirked. “What do you think?”

He huffed a laugh. Looking back at the skyline.

“You said you’d walk. Really walk. Were you serious?”

You didn’t even blink. “Yes.”

Silence.

The kind that doesn’t echo, just sinks.

He looked down, jaw tightening. “Damn…”

You turned to him. “What?”

He shook his head, tried to keep it light. “I just—I guess I thought, deep down, that this would be the line. That if it came down to it… you’d pick your career. Your future.”

You stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “Kotetsu.”

“I mean, it’s not like I haven’t seen people run before. I’m used to being the one who—”

“Kotetsu,” you cut in, firmer now.

He met your eyes.

“I didn’t even hesitate.” You stepped closer, voice low, intense. “Not for one second. I’d burn it all down if it meant you got to breathe easy. You think I’d trade you for a camera crew and a paycheck?”

He tried to smile, but it faltered.

You reached up and rested a hand on his chest. “You’ve been told you’re disposable so many times, you started to believe it. But I don’t. I never did.”

His throat worked silently, and his eyes dropped to the hand on his chest like he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

You added, softer now, “You’re not a footnote in my story, Kotetsu. You’re the reason I’m still in it.”

And finally, something inside him cracked.

He pulled you in gently, holding you like he was afraid you’d still disappear. “You scare the hell outta me, y’know that?”

You smiled into his shoulder. “You love it.”

He did.

God help him—he really, really did.

The tower’s lounge buzzed with quiet energy—TV murmuring in the background, energy drinks stacked like neon totems on the table, the sharp scent of takeout hanging in the air.

Everyone was pretending they weren’t waiting.

You sat beside Kotetsu on the couch, arm resting lightly against his. The team had gathered for a "debrief," but so far, all they'd done was rewatch the press conference and trade half-glances over greasy noodles.

Fire Emblem was the one who finally broke.

“So,” he said, dramatically crossing one leg over the other, “Are we going to talk about the literal soap opera that just played out live on national television, or are we still pretending?”

Blue Rose’s eyes flicked from her cup to you, sharp and curious. “You two looked pretty comfortable on that stage.”

Origami Cyclone nodded from the corner. “There’s been… speculation.”

Sky High blinked, chip in hand. “Wait, you’re dating?”

Everyone turned to him.

“You didn’t know?” Rock Bison muttered.

Sky High looked confused. “I thought it was just HeroTV trying to spice up the ratings again—”

Kotetsu sighed. “It’s not a PR stunt.”

The room stilled.

All eyes on him now.

You watched his jaw twitch slightly as he sat forward, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s real.”

He didn’t look at them.

He looked at you.

And that glance—soft, steady, full of something that didn’t need to be spoken—answered everything.

No flashy declarations. No overcompensating.

The room fell silent.

Then Fire Emblem smiled, wide and wicked. “Well, it’s about damn time. I was starting to think you two were going to keep orbiting each other forever.”

Blue Rose scoffed. “You knew before I did?”

“I see things,” Fire Emblem replied, flipping his hair. “It’s a gift.”

Origami Cyclone offered a quiet bow of approval. “We’re happy for you.”

Sky High held up his drink. “To unexpected but welcome developments!”

Rock Bison slapped Kotetsu on the back hard enough to rattle his bones. “Look at you, old man! Still got some fight in you after all.”

Kotetsu just laughed, cheeks a little red, eyes still on you.

You leaned in close and said, low so only he could hear: “They’re never gonna let you live this down.”

He shrugged. “Worth it.”

You grinned. “You’re damn right it is.”

The first time you stood on a rooftop again, your lungs clenched like they remembered the last time.

Sirens howled below. Wind tugged at your coat. You could see the distance—the edge of the building, the exact place you’d fallen. Your ribs didn’t hurt anymore, not physically. But your chest? It squeezed with every heartbeat.

The call had come fast: NEXT suspect with volatile powers, two hostages, barricaded inside an industrial plant. You and Kotetsu were closest. Backup was ten minutes out. The kind of call you used to answer on instinct.

But now you hesitated.

Your hands trembled slightly as you crouched by the skylight. Breath shallow. Vision blurring, just for a second. You could feel the phantom weight of the beam that hit you. Smell the blood. Hear your own gasp echo.

“Hey.”

Kotetsu’s voice, quiet beside you.

You looked up—he was watching you, brows furrowed, worry barely hidden.

“I’ve got you,” he said, voice low and firm. “You don’t have to prove anything.”

“I’m not trying to prove anything,” you murmured.

“Then what?”

You hesitated. Then: “I just don’t want to freeze when it matters.”

“You won’t,” he said without missing a beat. “Because you’ve already been through the worst—and you didn’t break. You’re here. You’re breathing. You’re still fighting.”

You stared at him.

Then nodded. Once.

“Let’s move,” you said.

It didn’t go perfectly.

The suspect was erratic, his power unstable, crackling with kinetic pulses that shattered windows as you moved in. The air stung with static. For one terrifying moment, he locked onto you—eyes wild, hand raised—and you froze.

Just a second.

But it was enough.

Kotetsu moved fast, intercepting the blast with his shield gauntlet, taking the brunt of the hit as you rolled clear.

And that snapped everything back.

You surged up, focused, controlled.

Your power wrapped around the suspect like steel wire, locking him down mid-strike. Dropped him to the ground. Cuffed him.

Done.

The hostages were safe. The suspect contained.

You stood over the scene, chest heaving, hand scraped raw—and alive.

And this time, you were still standing.

The lights were back. So were the reporters.

But this time, the only thing buzzing in your chest was fire.

You stood at the podium beside Kotetsu, mic angled toward you, cameras flashing. One reporter called out: “Shockwave, this was your first return to active duty since the incident. There were concerns you might not be ready—”

You cut in smoothly. “I was ready. I am ready.”

Another question: “There’s been a lot of talk about the emotional impact of what happened. Was there any hesitation returning to the field?”

You looked out over the sea of faces. Then turned—just slightly—to Kotetsu, who gave you that same soft look he always did when he was proud of you.

You faced the crowd again.

“There was fear,” you said honestly. “But I didn’t go back out there alone.”

“I’m stronger because of him. Because Kotetsu never let me forget what I’m capable of—even when I doubted it myself. That’s why I came back. And that’s why I’ll keep showing up.”

Flashbulbs popped. Whispers spread.

You didn’t care.

You turned to Kotetsu, just for a second. He was smiling—soft, amazed, maybe a little misty.

This time, it wasn’t a rescue.

It was a comeback.

Together.

[lil-ms-darkness]

𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱 - Barnaby Brooks Jr. x GN!Reader

If anyone knows who drew this beautiful artwork, please let me know so i can give proper credit. I found this in an old phone from like 11 years ago, and I couldn't find the artist.

Warnings: Implications of sexual interactions, minors DNI

The fog in your mind seems to recede as your senses return to the forefront, cold air licking viciously at your nose. You bring the dark gray blanket up and over your nose, mind urging back towards the euphoric relaxation of sleep. You sink into the bed, relishing in the plush bed sheets beneath your bare skin.

Risking the barest crack of your eyes, you find the view outside the window. Sternbild still sleeps in the hushed, early morning, blanketed by low hanging slate colored clouds, snowflakes fall towards the ground rapidly, and the large window is frosted with the cold outside. The space of the bed beside you is empty, sheets tucked in neatly and pillow fluffed. Glancing past your coworkers pillow, the small clock illuminates a soft yellow "5:45".

You want to groan, flabbergasted by how he can be up and about so early. Your nose crinkles a bit as a buttery, caramel-like aroma drifts into the bedroom from the kitchen. Rolling over, lazily, you face the door and inhale the sweet roasted scent. Coffee? It has to be.

You want to let your eyes drift closed again, to float in the fuzzy lull of the quiet room, stillness and patience and the cozy bedding embracing you. After long, hard days of danger and pain and buried deep fear, relaxing in a warm bed on a cold morning with the smell of coffee floating around you, it felt like pure euphoria, a long breathy sigh of delight-

The door opens and Barnaby walks through, two mugs in his hands. He steps softly over to the bed, dressed in his black t-shirt and a pair of crisp black slacks. His glasses glitter with the light starting to peek through the clouds behind you, before the rays are subdued by hushed darkness again.

He smiles softly as he sees your open, curiously tired eyes.

"Morning." he whispers, watching as you sit up, slowly, keeping the blanket close to cover your intimates, pressing fingertips into the corners of your eyes to rub the sleep away. He stifles a nervous chuckle, cheeks pinkening just a touch but doesn't look away. He offers you the white mug, liquid steaming deliciously inside.

You take it, gratefully, not doubting that your bed hair and morning breath more wild than he had ever seen you. "Morning." you murmur, blinking blearily down into the contents of your mug. You blow into the dark liquid, then take a sip, sweet and chocolatey with the most subtle hint of peppermint and caramel.

You close your eyes in delight, "I've never had hot cocoa like this before."

He settles on the edge of the bed beside you, "My mother would make this for my Father and I all the time. It doesn't quite taste as good as hers, but. . .I got pretty close." he lifts his own mug to his lips, a warmth blooming in your chest at the vulnerability in his display. You take another sip, wondering how Emily and Barnaby Brooks would have reacted to you, if they would have accepted you.

The warm cup soothes the cold numbness aching your fingers, as you look over at the window. The skyline breaks against the slate gray clouds, shining lights of the Gold Stage, wonderous and extravagant and everything that Barnaby was. While the lights glitter like stars, homes rest behind gates and fences, dogs lifting their legs or squatting in the snow before retreating back into the warmth of their homes, a few cars drive down the highway, headlights illuminating the already illuminated streets.

"You get to see this view every morning?" you whisper, almost breathless.

You can feel his weight shift as he turns to look out the window with you, "Not really. I usually don't give it much mind. The lighting that comes in through that window gets to be really finicky sometimes."

The corners of your lips lift and you quirk a brow at him, "I imagine the sun doesn't listen to your suggestions, either."

"Not yet, anyway. But Kotetsu taught me a thing or two about being persuasive. And stubborn."

You can't help but laugh quietly, and you don't miss the way his eyes soften at the sound. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. "I'll help file your complaints."

Looking up at him, you smile to yourself, settling in to enjoy the cold and quiet morning with Barnaby. Leaning over, you rest your temple against his shoulder as he takes another sip of his cocoa, taking in the skyline for the first time in a long time.

It's a chance for him to breathe, too.

Hello everyone, I know it's not M&P (again), but I've been having so many other ideas that are easy to just throw into a word document, edit real quick, copy, paste, and post. Barnaby is also my comfort character, so I had to post something. It's not as long as I would have liked, but oh well.

I intentionally left the state of the relationship ambiguous, whether it's the first time you and Barnaby were intimate, an ongoing relationship, one night stand (I can't imagine it being a one night stand, but again, interpretation).

Hope you enjoyed,

𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 🥀

[lily-de-wakabayashi]

Delayed B-day present 2/3 for my beautiful @eliethschneider !! Barnaby Brooks Jr., from "Tiger & Bunny", and Alyssa Lombardo, her OC ❤️

Barnaby and Alyssa are not only a couple at work but also outside of it, and in both areas they support each other and trust each other completely ❤️😍🥰

I hope you like it, my beautiful Kitty!! 💖. You already know the reason why I couldn't finish this in time, but I hope it's worth the wait! You know I love you with all my heart, happy birthday, precious little sister!! 🥳🥰😘

[chocolate-crab]

Snow was falling outside the window. Big, soft flakes, covering Sternbild in a while, fluffy view. And it was only the end of October.

The sun had already set. Lights from the other buildings made the snowflakes sparkle, a beautiful dance of white and gold.

He was standing at the window in his bedroom, just looking at the world outside. His livingroom was alive, filled with music, laughter and noise.

"Happy birthday, Barnaby."

Her voice was low, but her words were loud.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her silhouette leaning at the door.

"You're missing all the fun."

"... I know."

He could hear her walk across the floor, and next thing he knew was the feeling of her arms wrapped around him from behind, her body tight against his.

"Y/N..."

"I know."

His breathing joined hers, matching every calm rise and fall of her chest, his racing mind slowing down, his heavy heart getting lighter, his demons retreating.

Turning his head towards her, their noses bumped into eachother and her lips found his cheek.

"Y/N.."

Their eyes met for a few seconds, before a loud bang interrupted the moment, shouting voices from the living room echoing through the silence.

He closed his eyes, hoping it wasn't something expensive.

"We better go and see." she whispered.

Nodding, he pulled away from her, allowing her to walk off towards the ruckus.

She stopped at the bedroom door and looked back at him, with those piercing eyes and bright smile of hers.

"Coming?"

Another bang.

Shaking his head in amused defeat, he couldn't keep himself from smiling and made his way to her.

"Yeah.."

He didn't have to be alone this birthday. He had them. And he definitely had her.

[honeyinapot]

Man the way I need more Barnaby Brooks Jr fanfiction so bad that I’m working on one but all the pieces aren’t coming to me fast enough and I need it now he’s my favorite white boy PLEASE IVE READ THURSDAY NIGHT ON AO3 TOO MANY TIMES THESE PAST FEW WEEKS

[midnightlee25]

Mini Profiles: Kotetsu T. Kaburagi

Yandere type: Possessive, Obsessive 

 Traits: Stalker, Worshiper, Clingy, Protective, Manipulative 

 Is it Instant love or one that grow over time:  

It will take about 6 months to a year for him to totally fall for them. 

Delusional level (0-10):  

10, he is basically living in his own world the moment he meets his darling. 

  How will do they hide their yandere side:  

For him his yandere side is hidden by how he usually acts or misunderstood as something else for a while. Of course, this could put this in a good or bad light for him. (Example him always wanting to help his darling could come off as pushy or as sweet.)  

  Danger level (0-10):  

5, he could go either way by being passive or intense the whole time or with different situations that will come up. 

[manimeeater]

Sorry for disappearing- im ready for requests btw <3

[bunnis-monsters]

Ride a cow save the farm

Various!Male Hybrids x Fem!Cow Hybrid Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 16th

Oct 15

Oct 17

summary: to help your farm stay afloat, you take a few cocks.

warnings: breeding, belly bulge, lactation

a/n: sorry this is short, I’m trying to catch up… maybe I’ll do something more with this concept when I have more time

During the annual fall fest at the farm, locals and tourists alike came to take a look at the attractions.

You could bob for apples, do a hayride, get your face painted, or pay $5 to fuck one of the farmers cow hybrids.

During that time of year, the cow hybrids on his farm were in mating season and weren’t satisfied with just their bulls and cows, and needed an outlet to get their sexual needs met without exhausting the males in the herd.

This was your first year participating, because you had been too young the year before. You could feel your pussy drooling at the thought of being used by various hybrids in need of a quick fuck.

You were led to the middle of the fall fest, allowed to rest your upper half on some hay while a line formed behind you.

First up with a bunny hybrid. He was small, struggling a bit at first to get a hold of your fat hips, but he was able to push his cock in.

Although smaller than you’d like, he moved his hips rapidly and kept hitting the best spots, making you cum quick. He came a lot too, his load sticky and warm inside you.

The next was a wolf hybrid. He was a lot bigger than the friendly livestock dog hybrid that roamed the grounds, and he was a bit rough with you.

He bit at your shoulders and neck, dangling into your ear as he slammed his hips into yours, knotting you while you clenched around him.

The third was a bull from your farm. He’d been eyeing you since you’d become breeding age, and now he had a chance to properly breed you.

He was a bit huffy that he was third in line, but wasted no time pushing in, using the twos previous creampies as lubricant as he rammed his fat cock in.

Feeling it kiss your cervix was… strange and uncomfortable, but this was what your body was made for. Taking the bull’s cock, carrying his cum in your womb and bearing his calf was what you waste meant to do!

Unfortunately, the line was very long. You lost count after the 15th person, and passed out not long after.

When you woke up, your belly was bulging with cum, the farmer counting his money.

“This’ll be enough to keep the farm running another year… good girl.”

He patted your head, then led you back to the barn to rest.

By the next year, you had already birthed a few calves and all you could think of was how much your customers that fall would love that your fat tits could squirt milk now…

And they indeed loved it.

Puppy hybrids and bunnies lapped at each tit while your cunt was stretched out by an eager tiger hybrid. Males from all around the were there to get a chance to breed with you, to make their mark on your womb…

And you just loved it.

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[copiaslittlesunshine]

Good Girl

Pairing: Hwang In-ho / Front Man x Female Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Daddy Kink, Age-gap.

Requested by anon: Request for just some old fashion smut?? In-ho x fem!Reader. Maybe some age gap, praise,...daddy kink...just an idea.

Summary: You're a servant for the VIPs. One of them is getting a little too close, and The Front Man steps in and handles the situation. Little do you know, The Front Man wants you for himself...

Author's notes: I'm always a sucker for some good, old fashion daddy kink 😉 Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it ♡

It wasn't easy serving the VIPs, but it was a chance for you to make some more money. It was your third time at the games working as one of the circle guards and your second time as a waiter. The higher ranks made more money than you, but you didn't have the stomach for killing. It was bad enough to clean up the scene after a game.

You examined yourself in the mirror before putting on the black mask. You didn't really feel comfortable in the black, lace bodysuit and high heels you were forced to wear. The VIPs were always a little too touchy for your comfort, but it was something you had to endure.

You took a deep breath before you entered the VIP room with a tray of drinks in your hand.

"Well, look who it is! Our hot, little bunny!" the older man in the tiger mask cheered as you walked into the room. The other VIPs joined in and you could feel their gazes glued to your body as you walked past them.

"The game will start momentarily."

The Front Man's voice made you turn, your stomach flipping at the sight of him in his dark-grey outfit and black mask. There was something about him you found utterly attractive. Perhaps, it was the mystery of what he looked underneath that mask? Or maybe, it was that dark, sexy voice of his?

"Come here, bunny! I want a drink!" yelled the man in the tiger mask. Pulled out of your thoughts, you went over to the VIP. He smiled up at you from beneath his mask.

"Damn, I've missed this fine ass!" he bellowed and slapped your ass, boomed with laughter when you gasped and nearly dropped your tray.

"Why don't you serve the others and then you come back to sit next to me, huh? I want my little bunny close to me," he grinned.

You were glad he couldn't see the repulsive expression on your face. After doing what he said, you returned to the VIP, who pulled you down next to him.

"How old are you, bunny?" he asked, licking his lips as his eyes traveled down to your breasts.

"25, Sir."

"Oh, nice...I like my meat young and firm. How about you serve me personally now, huh?" The VIP chuckled and roughly cupped your tit. You let out a shocked gasp and grabbed his wrist to try and pull him away. You struggled against him, but it only seemed to spur him on.

The VIP chuckled loudly. "I like girls who are a little fiesty."

Suddenly, his hand was pulled away and you stared up at the Front Man standing there with the VIPs arm in his hand.

"No sexual activities unless the servants agrees. The Host's rules. Do you agree, number 5?" he asked, turning his attention towards you.

You stared at him in surprise. He knew your guard number?

You shook your head. "No, Sir."

The Front Man let go of the VIPs arm. "You heard her. She doesn't want you. So, how about we return to what you're really here for. The Game."

The VIP glared at him but knew there was nothing he could do to but obey the Host's rules, so he just nodded.

"Good." The Front Man returned his attention to you.

"Stand up, number 5."

You did as he ordered, holding your gaze to the floor. His intimidating presence and the closeness of his body made you feel so very small and subservient. He lifted your chin, holding it with his forefinger and you stared up at his blank, black mask while holding your breath.

"Continue serving them food and drinks. He won't bother you anymore."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," you whispered and bowed.

In-ho watched as you walked away to get more food and drinks, his gaze panning down to the roundness of your ass. There was another reason he had stopped the VIP. He didn't want your pussy ruined by that old man's cock before he fucked you himself.

The game was over for this time and the VIPs had left. You remained in the room, tidying the last things up before it was time to leave and return home. The money you'd made after your third time was enough to pay off your debts. You didn't have to return for another game.

"You're still here."

Startled by the voice, you looked up and stared at the Front Man, your eyes widening when you realized you'd taken your mask off.

"Don't worry. The game is over for this time. No need to cover our faces. Besides, there's only you and I here," he said and took off his mask.

You stared at him as he approached you with a small smirk playing on his lips. He was a handsome man, no doubt about it, maybe in his fifties. His dark-brown eyes had a twinkle of cruelness and playfulness in them that made your belly flutter as his gaze traveled down your body.

"Do you agree?"

At first you frowned, didn't know what he meant. Then, it dawn on you and your eyes widened as you stared at him breathlessly and nodded.

"I need you to say it."

"Y-Yes, Sir. I agree."

"Good girl." The Front Man smirked and leaned down to your ear, inhaling your scent. A growl of appreciation rumbled in his chest, and the sound along with his hot breath on your skin caused a trail of goosebumps down your body. You couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe how quickly your body was responding to his touch. The Front Man's finger slid down the nape of your neck, sending another wave of goosebumps down your skin. A keen whimper slipped from your lips and you became shamefully aware of the arousal pooling between your thighs. The Front Man growled at the sound coming from your lips, his hand landing on your waist.

"I can see your arousal in your eyes, little one," he growled, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, coaxing an embarrassed moan from your lips.

His hand found its way underneath your lace bodysuit, two of his long fingers slipping between your soft folds and into your wet, spongy core. You gasped and grabbed his arms as his fingers stretched you out.

"So wet and tight," Front Man mumbled and started moving his fingers inside you, grunting at the squishing sounds your pussy was making. His cock jerked at the feeling of your wetness, twitching, and hardening to life, eager to fill your tight, little cunt to the brim.

"Oh fuck," you gasped at the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you.

"Such foul words coming from such a sweet, little thing," Front Man chuckled, the sound vibrating through your core. "Tell me, little one...Do you crave my cock inside you?" At the last word, he pushed his fingers deeper inside you, pushing against your g-spot and you screamed out in pleasure.

"Y-Yes Daddy! Please, yes!" you whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes as he repeatedly thrust his fingers into you at a rapid pace.

"Daddy, huh? I like that," Front Man smirked and took out his fingers from your pussy. "Undress for me."

Cheeks flushed with heat, you obeyed him and pulled down the straps of your bodysuit, slowly wriggling out of the tiny piece of clothing, leaving you naked in only your high heels.

"Gorgeous," was all he said and kneaded the soft flesh of your tits, felt the weight of them in his hands, and rubbed his thumbs across your nipples that hardened at his touch.

"P-Please, Daddy...," you begged, bit your lip at the feeling of your pussy aching and clenching desperately to be filled.

Front Man snickered. "So desperate for Daddy's cock, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes...please Daddy..."

He chuckled at your desperation. "Get down on your hands and knees."

You obeyed on trembling legs, gasped when he grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your ass up in the air. Then, you heard the unzipping of his slacks and felt him at your entrance, slowly pushing the bulbous head between your fold and into the tight hole of your pussy. Your eyes widened, breath coming out in short gasps through your parted lips.

In-ho groaned in pleasure when the head of his cock suddenly popped inside your warm, wet entrance. At that point, he couldn't control himself anymore. Grabbing your hips harder, he bucked his hips against your ass, pushing his cock into you halfway before pulling back.

You cried out, back arching and head thrown back as his cock stretched you out more than you thought was possible. Then, he thrust forward again and you screamed a silent moan, realizing he had only been halfway inside you and he was now fully seated in your womb.

"Feels so good...you're doing so well, little one, taking Daddy's cock," he crooned, almost lovingly, as he started a slow and gentle pace of fucking you. Your vision got blurrier with each of his thrusts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Soon, your mind became dazed and numbed, and a smile spread across your lips when all you cared about was how absolutely divine his cock felt inside you. You could feel the pressure building in your core with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. Then, Front Man suddenly pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact, of feeling so empty inside.

Front Man positioned himself above you, on his hands and feet as he pushed inside you again, his frame hovering above yours as he thrust into you. You moaned when he pushed back into you again, smiled as you looked up at him over your shoulder. You looked into his eyes and held his gaze as he quickened the pace once more, rapidly shoving his dick inside you over and over until your senses were overflowing.

Front Man looked back into your eyes as he slammed into you hard and fast, rougher with each thrust. The slapping sounds filled the room, blending with your high-pitched moans and the Front Man's grunts above you. The pressure in your belly intensified and finally erupted just as you felt the Front Man pump into you a final time, burying himself deep inside you as he came. His cock twitched inside you and the feeling of his seed pulsing into you brought you swiftly over the edge.

"Daddy, I'm coming!" you cried out, your pussy clenching and milking every last drop out of him as your orgasm rippled through your body.

"Fuck!" Front Man groaned and threw his head back, his loud, guttural growl echoing between the walls as he emptied the last of his seed inside your belly. You collapsed onto the floor, panting for air and your body becoming limp as you felt his cum flow out of you.

In-ho stood above you with a smirk on his lips, watching as his cum created a white river on the floor between your thighs.

"You're mine now," he muttered quietly and out of breath as he picked up your exhausted body and laid you down on one of the VIP couches. You smiled tiredly and looked up at him through heavy eyelids.

"Yours, Daddy. Forever."

[holybibly]

♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Boxer San x ring girl reader x Sugar daddy Seonghwa ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You know that being alone with San is like willingly entering a tiger's cage, but maybe that's exactly what you want - to be torn to pieces by him. Or you might help San treat his wounds after a tough fight, even though you know Seonghwa won't approve ♡ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: smut, boxing club!au, sugar daddy!au, underground life!au ♡ ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 14 k ♡ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Hard dom! San, hrad/soft daddy Seonghwa, sub!reader, unprotected sex, threesome, daddy kink, lots of sperm, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, creampie, humiliation, breeding kink, boobs spanking, pussy slapping, dirty talk, face fucking, pussy drunk, overstimulation, oral, double penetration, manhandling, multiple orgasms, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, anal fingering, anal play, wet and dirty, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. ♡ 𝔫𝔢𝔱: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity @newworldnet ♡ 𝔄|𝔑: For some reason this has taken longer to write than expected, but as I like to say: I am always worth the wait. I decided to split it into two parts. I hope you will get maximum pleasure, my sugar bunnies ♡ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 at the end of the post.

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉

Tonight was no different from a dozen other nights at the club. And just like on every other night, you were sure that Choi San was going to leave the boxing ring as the ultimate champion. In truth, it was almost as predictable as the change of seasons. After all, San was the best of the best in the club, but the one thing you couldn't predict was how badly he would get hurt during his fight today. 

San rarely got more than a few obnoxiously looking scratches and abrasions here and there, unlike his opponents, whom the hot, fiendishly handsome boxer would mercilessly turn in the boxing ring into a bloody mess. He was harsh and rough and usually ended the fight before the first round was out, but this time something didn't seem to be going according to plan. 

You watched anxiously as the fight went on, noting the way San spat blood out of his split lip and the way his nose wrinkled up in pain as Wooyoung pressed a damp towel to his dissected eyebrow. There were a lot of scratches and abrasions on his handsome, chiselled face—injuries that you knew he could feel and that he could taste. For a moment, you even wondered if San was going to win this fight, especially when you caught sight of the equally worried-looking Yeosang. 

The blonde, handsome boxer was sinking his teeth into his lower lip, nervously clutching the bloody towel Wooyoung had thrown him after wiping the blood from San's face. His hazel fox eyes were focused on everything that was happening in the ring. Your level of anxiety rose almost to the sky when they heard San's muffled, hoarse groan as his opponent's first flew in under his rib. It made him recoil and go on the defensive. Damn it, he was practically knocked out. 

You couldn't believe what was happening; the crowd was roaring around you, and all you could hear over the overwhelming noise were Wooyoung's loud shouts telling San to get his shit together and show what he could do, and Yeosang's encouraging words, which were much softer and nicer to hear than Woo's profanity. God, you loved him, but he was unnecessarily rude at times; the boy clearly had an attitude. You have no idea what it was that had such an effect on San, but the next second he was throwing a series of sharp, powerful punches that knocked his opponent out. 

It happened so suddenly that you didn't even have time to react as Yeosang scooped you up in his arms and whirled you around, shouting in your ear, "Our boy did it again." And yes, your boy had definitely done it again, just as Seonghwa had predicted earlier in the night before he slapped you on the backside and sent you off to work: "My tiger never loses.

As soon as all the commotion in the main hall had died down and you were able to free yourself from Yeosang's tenacious and tight embrace, you went straight to the backstage area to find San. You had to make sure that he was alright, and in the meantime, you had to congratulate him on another victory. After all, San was the main star of the evening and deserved a nice word or two from you, even if things weren't exactly smooth between the two of you. 

It wasn't that you didn't like him or that you had conflicts; no, he was a nice enough guy, if you could put it that way. Maybe you could even put up with his perpetual cheeky grin and his complete lack of filters if it wasn't for the heavy sexual tension that crackled between you like electricity. 

It was no secret that San found you fuckable and wanted to have sex with you, as he reminded you every time you spoke to him. He was always shamelessly eye-fucking you, with a total disregard for any decency or the presence of Seonghwa around you. Maybe you wouldn't have noticed; after all, you were used to the fact that all the boys in the club had pretty sharp edges and dirty mouths, if it wasn't for your attraction to him. 

Sometimes you find it so hard to resist the urge to kiss him or ride his cock. Especially after you caught him fucking one of the ring girls in the changing room after another fight. You literally froze in the doorway as you watched him pulling her hard and deeply on his cock, looking right at you with a devilish grin on his face. His whole look seemed to be screaming at you: "It could have been you." That night, you had to ask Seonghwa to be a lot more brutal and rough with you in order to calm that annoying itch of jealousy that was inside of you. Maybe, just maybe, San was absolutely right. You wanted to be in her shoes, but you'd never admit it to yourself, let alone to San. 

"San!" You call out the dark-haired, handsome man's name, noting his slim figure in the hustle and bustle of the backstage area. He turns his head slightly in your direction as he interrupts his conversation with Mingi, another smoking hot and unacceptably handsome boxer. Mingi has only recently joined the club but has already made a name for himself both in the ring and between the sheets. If the rumours are true, he fucks as well as smears his opponents on the floor. Like San, he has never been defeated, if that means anything. San gives you a licentiously grin and gazes at your figure with a dark, hungry stare before he gives Mingi a friendly pat on the shoulder and begins to walk in your direction. 

He reminds you of a great big cat of prey—elegant and graceful, but also so deadly. San is literally smouldering with sexuality, with all those seductive muscles and all that overbearing aura that literally draws the eyes of others to his person. His gym shorts hang so dangerously low that you can see a subtle, exquisite tattoo on his pronounced V-line. San is still shirtless—sweaty and dirty, the inky purple bruises already beginning to spread beneath the smooth golden skin of his pumped-up chest, and you swear you're looking precisely at them and not at the way the silver piercings in his nipples glisten. 

As soon as he is next to you, your hands automatically go up to his wounded face and gently wrap the palms of your hands around it, turning his head from side to side so that you can see the extent of his injuries. San just grins, lets you do whatever you want to him, and looks at you with heavy bedroom eyes. You look beautiful, fuckable, and fucking attractive. It's even funny the way his body immediately reacts to your presence next to him, his cock starting to tighten under the fabric of his gym shorts. 

Or is it all the residual adrenaline that is still circulating in his bloodstream after tonight's fight? Who knows? 

As the pad of your thumb presses against the deep cut on his lower lip, San hisses like a cat. 

"You should get those wounds attended to. They don't look well.' Your voice is full of concern as you continue to run your fingers carefully over the abrasions and scratches on his face. The smooth, golden skin of his sharp, high cheekbones was irritated, and purple bruises were beginning to form underneath. You could even see tiny drops of clotted blood where it had been torn. But even with all that, San still looked pretty damn attractive, which was almost a crime in your opinion. 

"You're so worried about me, baby doll, huh? How about you give me a kiss to make it all better?' San cheekily wraps his strong arms around your waist and pulls you close to his hot body, so unacceptably close that your breasts are pressed tightly against his naked muscular chest, and you have to stand up on your tiptoes so that you can face him. "I want my victory kiss, baby." San whispers in a sultry, hoarse voice into your skin, his hot, moist breath flowing over your cheeks, and from this a shameful, excited blush spreads across them. His hands slipping from your waist to wrap them around your buttocks instead, gripping them tightly with the palms of his hands and causing your already short satin shorts to rise even higher. 

You swallow unconsciously as the image of him fucking that girl in the changing room comes back to you, just like that, squeezing her buttocks in his hands as she rode on his cock. 

'Get a room.' One of the staff members shouts, and you're jolted out of your mental stupor in an instant, resting your hands on San's strong shoulders and moving slightly away from him to create some semblance of space between your bodies. 

"I'm being serious, San. If you don't, there'll be infection in your wounds.' You insist, wriggling slightly in his strong grip. He's still so damned close to you, you can feel his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. 

You can smell the faint scent of sandalwood and vanilla on his skin, still hot from the fight, damp and glistening with sweat and oil. San squeezes your buttocks once hard with his hands before he begins to knead the plump, soft flesh in the palms of his hands, and you practically moan at it, barely managing to sink your teeth into your lower lip in time to keep the shameful, lingering sound from escaping your throat. 

"I've seen this before and it was disgusting, you don't want scars on your pretty face, do you? I can get Wooyoung or Yeosang to help, or one of the girls..." You babble on as his hands continue to massage your bottom. San has the good conscience to look completely disinterested in what you're saying - his head is tilted sideways, his feline eyes dark and smouldering with desire, and you notice the tip of his tongue tracing his swollen lower lip. His nose wrinkles slightly as he touches the fresh wound. 

"Pretty face, huh?" San gave you a cheeky grin and deep, sweet dimples appeared on his cheeks, which, to be honest, you hated because it made you feel completely weak and soft in the face of his charms. The contrast between how vulgar and coarse he was when he talked and how soft and gentle his dimples were when he smiled just made you go crazy. Damned you, Choi San, you and your stupid, attractive dimples. "You could just kiss that pretty face; I'm sure your slutty, sweet lips could do it better, couldn't you, baby doll?' He tilted his head to the side as if pondering something before a devilish spark flashed in his cat-like, slanted eyes, which, as you know, doesn't bode well for you. "But if you're so worried about me, dollface, why don't you do it yourself? I'm sure you'll give me professional service." 

There is some context to his words, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what San is alluding to. The time how efficiently you sucked Yunho's huge thick dick, after his fight, but it happened to be randomised, and you weren't in the habit of screwing every boxer in the club, especially after you started dating Seonghwa, or rather after he made you his sugar baby. 

"You jerk..." You nudge him lightly in the shoulder and purse your glossy pink lips in a resentful pout. 'You don't have to be so rude to me." You practically squeal as San suddenly picks you up under your arse and lifts you up in such a way that you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his slender, slutty waist. Your arms are automatically wrapped around his neck, and your faces are in an unacceptably close proximity to each other. Someone whistles loudly, but you don't pay attention. You're too mesmerised by the deep chocolate colour of San's eyes and the way his long, fluffy eyelashes flutter. 

"You don't know how rougher I can get with you, Dollface, but I can assure you that you're going to love every second of it. In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll be coming back to me for more of it." His lips touch the hot, flushed skin on the side of your cheek, and you give a soft moan as his fingers dig into your buttocks. 

"You are too cocky for your own good, and I already have someone else to fuck.' You argue weakly, unconsciously tangling your fingers in his soft dark hair, causing San to blissfully cover his eyes as if he were a cat that had been petted by his owner.

"Oh, believe me, I know who's fucking you, angel." He emphasises the nickname, knowing full well that's what Seonghwa likes to call you. "And I don't mind sharing you if it means I can finally get my dick in that pussy of yours." San is practically purring; the sound of his deep, seductive voice is vibrating in his chest, and you can feel it in your body. "I know you want it as much as me. Do you remember when you caught me in the changing room with that girl? I had you on my mind, baby doll, and while I was fucking her, I was thinking about your sweet pussy squeezing around my cock. All I could think of was how you were squirting on my face as I fucked your tiny hole with my tongue.' 

'San! How much longer are we going to wait for you?" A loud scream from Wooyoung brings you back to reality, and your eyes widen as you finally realise where you and San are at the moment and how his filthy words plunged you into a state of trance. Shit, you should use your head and start thinking with your brain instead of your cunt. 

But it's so hard to do that when San is a walking threat to your restraint and decency. It was easy for you to imagine all the things he'd just been talking about, and that slutty, dirty, yet seductive image made the delicate folds of your pussy wet.

"I'll be there in a minute!" San calls back, lowering you gently to your feet and eventually removing his hands from your body. You immediately take a few steps back, still a little stunned by your interaction with him. But San doesn't seem to want to let you out of his arms, so he wraps his palms around your face and forces you to look at him. "Listen to me, babydoll; be a good girl and wait for me in my room. Got it? I'll try and get back to you as soon as I can." For a moment you feel the soft, warm touch of his lips on your forehead, almost making you melt, but it disappears as quickly as it came.

'But...' You begin, wondering what you should do, knowing that if you're alone with San, nothing good will come of it, and besides, you already had plans for tonight. 'I don't know if I should...' 

"Baby, I didn't ask you." He turns and starts walking towards Wooyoung and the other boys waiting for him. As if he remembered something, San stops abruptly, looks back at you over his shoulder, and grins mischievously. 

"You still have to treat my wounds, doll face, remember? You don't want any scars on my pretty face, do you?" San casts a last dark, hungry glance over your body before bossy ordering you. "Now go, doll. Daddy will be back soon."

And he walks away, leaving you staring in his wake, your head a complete mess and your pussy absolutely wet and trembling with anticipation. 

Shit, you seem to have a problem, and its name is Choi San. 

For the umpteenth time recently, you find yourself looking at the large wall clock in San's private room. The smooth mechanical movement of the long time hand on the dial is unnerving, and the slight, intrusive ticking is annoying. It does nothing to calm your inner nervousness at all; on the contrary, it makes it even more obvious. You bite down on the pad of your thumb, a stupid, almost childish habit that you can't seem to get rid of, and fidget in the soft leather seat of the massive armchair that you've settled into while you wait for San. It's been over an hour since you and he parted ways, and it looks like the handsome boxer is in no hurry to get back to you soon. 

You don't know if he's doing it on purpose—torture you by making you sit here and obediently wait for him like the return of Jesus—or if he's really busy with some business, but one thing you were absolutely sure of—San knew very well that you had to be somewhere else tonight, or rather with someone else. And it was not good for you at all that you were still not warming Seonghwa's luxurious silk bed in his mansion with your naked body. Maybe your relationship with Seonghwa wasn't right and romantic, but you didn't want to lose him, and there was something special about him—dark and magnetic and lecherous—that made you addicted to him. And it wasn't just his money or that absolutely amazing long tongue he used to expertly and efficiently fuck your pussy every night until you whimpered and begged him to stop.

But to deny how much you wanted San to fuck your brains out was just a stupid thing to do. And you knew firsthand that San could take you straight to heaven. After all, he was not only Fight Club's golden boy but also had a golden cock he knew how to use perfectly.  

You were so deep in thought, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, that you almost didn't notice when the heavy front door opened and San walked into the room. As always, his presence brings with it that intense, suffocating aura of power and smouldering sexuality and that raw, almost animal magnetism of his nature that draws you to him on some inexplicable, instinctive level, making you focus all your attention on him immediately. 

"Don't make such a sweet face, baby. It just makes me want to kiss you more than I already do..." San purrs sultrily as he stretches out on the leather couch in front of you. Leaning his head back as he covers his cat-like eyes and adds hoarsely, barely whispering. 'Or fuck this lovely plump mouth...' 

"Can you be nice to me for once?' You purse your rose-coloured plump lips reluctantly, and you look at his figure with a frown. He's still just as sweaty and dirty as you've seen him before, but now his bruises have taken on a darker hue, spreading purple and dark blue ink under his damp, golden skin. 

It looks really painful and unpleasant, and even with the way he's treating you, you don't want San to get hurt, so you sigh heavily, reminding yourself that you really don't have time for all this drama, and get up from your seat to walk over to the small dresser where San keeps his first aid kit, and grab some alcohol, ointment, and bandages from there to help treat the wounds. 

A silence hangs between the two of you for a few seconds, more tense than uncomfortable, but it's not that that makes you stop what you're doing; it's what San is saying to you. 

"But you do have a taste for rough treatment, don't you, angel?" He emphasises your nickname again, pronouncing it like it's some kind of dirty swear word, and you could swear you can hear the venomous notes in his usually honeyed, smooth voice. 

You turn your head over your shoulder and take in the sight of San, now looking at you from under his dishevelled, damp fringe with eyes so dark and intense you feel uncomfortable and quickly turn away, continuing to rummage through the first aid kit for ointment. 

"This is different, San, and you know it very well." When you finally find the ointment you need, you slam the first aid kit down harder than necessary and turn to face him again. San is still drilling into you with his gaze as he pokes the tip of his tongue into the corner of his bruised, plump lower lip, his mouth curling up slightly as he accidentally touches the deep fissure. The plush, soft flesh was horribly red and swollen where it had been torn, but San still looked hot as hell.

"Come on, doll, just say it; you let him treat you like this because he's fucking you."

You swallow the sharp words that are on the tip of your tongue and decide that today is not the day to poke the tiger with a stick. Instead, you just walk over to him, stand between his spread long legs, and with exaggerated roughness, wrap your arms around his chin, lifting his face slightly so that he's looking at you. With deliberate pettiness, you press an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to his split eyebrow without any previous tenderness. He hisses and wrinkles against the burning sensation as the alcohol penetrates deep into the wound, disinfecting it in the process. 

"And who's the rough one now, huh, baby doll?" His hands curl around your hips, and his fingers dig into the juicy, soft flesh where your tiny shorts end—just below your ample buttocks. His touch is a little bit painful, a little bit too possessive for your taste, but still you can't say that you don't like it. You hate to admit what San's right about you—you like it rougher, especially in the bedroom.

"I'm just paying you with the same coin, Sannie." You press the cotton ball even harder against the swollen, deep cleavage and pull the hoarse, hissing sound out of his chest once more. 'That's how you're going to get treated for being so...' You start, but San doesn't let you finish, abruptly pulling you closer by your hips, forcing you to take a step forward to keep yourself from falling on top of him. 

"So handsome, so hot, so sexy..." San enumerates as he slides his hands up your thighs until the big palms of his hands are completely around your buttocks, greedily squeezing the supple, meaty flesh. 

'Brute.' You finish, and finally remove the cotton wool soaked in alcohol from his wound to put some ointment on it in its place. You try to ignore the way San looks at you with his heavy bedroom eyes. He sensually kneads your arse in his palms while you gently apply the ointment to his dissected eyebrow with the cotton bud. "And would you stop pawing at my bum for just a second, please?" "If that's what you really want, sweetheart." San purrs sensuously as he looks at you through the lace of his long eyelashes with the dark, seductive gaze of his slanted cat eyes. Despite his words, he doesn't stop caressing you; instead, he digs his fingers deeper into your ample buttocks and pulls them apart slightly, causing you to let out a low, barely audible moan. He doesn't say anything about it, but judging by the way the corners of his plump lips lift up in a dirty, smug grin, revealing sweet, deep dimples on his cheeks, it's exactly the reaction he was hoping for from you. 

You decide to just ignore it, in the full knowledge that San is doing this on purpose to provoke you. Instead, you focus all of your attention on cleaning his wounds as thoroughly as you possibly can and applying salve to each one. Silence falls between you again, punctuated by San's slight cat hissing as you press the alcohol-soaked cotton ball against the particularly deep cuts on his handsome, chiselled face as you continue to carefully remove the dried blood and dirt from them. 

Surprisingly, as it turns out, cleaning someone else's wounds is a very intimate process—you're too close together, so close that you can feel the heat emanating from his body, the sliding, damp warmth of his breath on your bare skin, the weight of his dark, feline gaze fixed on your heaving breasts, which almost fall out of your exaggeratedly deep cleavage with every breath you take. 

You would think that after all this time with San you would be used to how heavy and almost palpable the sexual tension between you was, but today there was something else in the air besides lingering pure desire. There was a subtle change in the air; small electrical charges crackled in space, as if an inescapable tempest was approaching. The storm was on its way, and you weren't sure if you would be able to survive it, especially with the way your body was responsively reacting to San.

The longer this goes on, the harder it will be for you to control the viscous, searing sensation of excitement that's spreading through your body and becoming more and more tangible to you with each passing second.

You have already been so wet for him—the warm, viscous moisture pools between your legs and coats your folds in a clear, sticky glaze. And it won't come as a surprise to you at all if you see a big wet spot on your silk panties, from how much your pussy is oozing at the moment.

You're almost done with the treatment of his wounds; all you have to do is clean the deep cut on his lower lip, and then you can finally get out of here and hurry back to Seonghwa. You gently lift his face by his chin to make it a little more comfortable for you to do so, when all of a sudden San grabs hold of your wrist.

"Kiss me." His words take your breath away; a palpable shiver runs through your whole body, and you squirm a little under the intensity of his gaze. 

'Sorry, what?' You're stupidly questioning you., hoping that San will reduce it to a cheeky, dirty joke as he always does, but it doesn't happen. 

"You heard me clearly, Y/N." San's voice is full of an emotion you can't quite describe, but whatever it is, it makes your pussy clench in anticipation. 

"San, I...you know I can't do that."

'Just one kiss, Gongjunim. Just one.' He tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you with those seductive, heavy, bedroom eyes of his. San squeezes your wrist even tighter, pulling you closer to him until his face pressed against your belly. "Come on, doll face, give me a kiss. Think of it as rewarding me for winning. Don't you think the winner deserves a kiss?' His purring voice sends electric charges in your lower abdomen, triggering feelings that you're not sure you're ready to deal with at the moment. "Just one kiss...' San begins plants wet, short kisses on the strip of bare skin between your short top and your shorts. 

You're completely silent for a few moments, mentally weighing the pros and cons as San continues to plant wet, insistent, open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of your stomach. A slight shiver of excitement runs down your spine as you feel him slowly run his tongue over the places where the hickeys he's left behind, his lingering, dissolute kisses, and which you're sure Seonghwa won't be happy to see on you, have already started to turn purple. 

But even so, you don't try to stop him, and you let San do whatever he wants. You know that he won't let go of you so easily for this once, and that he can be so stubborn when he wants something badly or needs something certain, and maybe, just maybe, right now you need the same thing as San. All this tension between you was so palpable that you could almost taste it on your tongue—a little bit bitter, a little bit sweet, sharp and lingering, like a kiss after hot sex. 

Just one kiss... what could be wrong with that? You're just going to taste it; you're convincing yourself. Just let it taste...

"Okay.' You say at last, and you feel his lips curl up in a victorious grin. 

He pulls his handsome face away from your belly and lifts his languid, feline gaze to you. And you hate the way it makes you catch your breath every time, as far as intense and dark his gaze is. San's eyes are predator's eyes—sharp, hungry, and burning; they're the eyes of a big cat on the hunt. A tiger's eyes, having found its prey. Eyes that you will never be able to forget. His lips are parted a little, and before he can say a word, you are one step ahead of him.

"Just one kiss, San. Nothing more. Do you have my meaning?" You wish that your voice would sound more demanding, but instead there's an uncertainty and a slight nervousness in it that is just as clear to San as it is to you. "I'm serious, San, one kiss." It's practically stupid, and you're not at all sure whether you're saying it to San or to yourself. 

'Whatever you want, my angel.' He leans back on the back of the couch, relaxed, with a smug grin on his face. There it is again—that damn nickname—what's a jerk after all. "Come on, Dolly, come to me." San runs the broad palms of his hands over his muscular, luscious thighs, letting you know exactly where he wants you to be. You let out a heavy sigh and, irritated, toss the cotton ball full of alcohol and the rest of the ointment into the bin next to the couch before you awkwardly sit down on his lap.

As soon as you are sitting on San's lap, his hands are on your waist, digging their fingers into the soft flesh and squeezing it roughly, only to pull you even closer to him. So close that there is almost no space between your bodies. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, the warm, thick smell of perfume and smoke enveloping you and settling in your lungs with every breath you take, and before you know what you're doing, you're pressing your hips harder against his crotch, feeling how hard San has already been for you. 

Your hands automatically come to rest on his naked, muscular chest, and you dig your nails into it lightly, leaving angry red crescent marks on his moist, sun-kissed skin. San mooed in satisfaction, welcoming the painful sensation of your nails on his body, and you almost groaned in response. Just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter, Choi San rushed over to prove that the opposite was true. 

"Are you happy now?" You want to sound annoyed and displeased, pouting your plump lips, which are shining with a thick, candy pink gloss, and rolling your eyes at him. But the way San looks at you, the way his hands lazily caress the curve of your waist and hips, makes you practically tremble with excitement, making you fold like origami for him. Why does he have to be so... so damn hot? Your skin burns under his touch, and the viscous, sticky wetness between your legs becomes more intense by the minute. 

"I'm more than happy, doll. But don't pretend it's just me; it's about time you admitted you want this as much as I do. You like it all, my little slutty angel. Don't you?" San purrs sultrily and pushes his hips up a little, causing a deep, long moan to escape from your throat. His hard cock touches your aching clit as he moves against you, pressing his crotch harder against your clothed pussy. 

And frankly, your skimpy shorts and the thin silk panties you wore especially for Seonghwa today do little to diminish the sharp sensation of pleasure coursing through you. Unconsciously, you move your hips to him and rub your pussy against his cock, desperate for more of this delightful stimulation. The contact has been so pleasurable that your hole is clenching around nothing, spurting out even more of your juices and making you moan once more.

"It turns out that all I had to do to get you to moan for me was to put you on my lap." San slaps you hard on the plump buttock and squeezes it together roughly with his big, wiry hand. "Too easy." There's so much arrogance and smugness in his voice that it makes you want to punch him right in the face. 

'No, it's not...' Even to yourself, what you're saying sounds completely meaningless. You look at his chiselled face, perfect except for the cut marks and a few small bruises, at those bold, plump lips that are stretched in a devilish grin, at those sweet dimples, and at those damn seductive cat eyes, full of lust and desire. And now San looks more attractive to you than ever—dangerously attractive. So much so that it almost makes you forget about Seonghwa... 

"What did I tell you about that sweet expression on your face?' San growls in a low voice. One of his hands grabs you roughly by the back of the head and suddenly pulls you closer to him than you ever thought possible, almost pushing your faces into each other. "You are driving me crazy; do you know that, doll?' He presses his forehead against yours, and your lips are only a millimetre apart. His palm squeezes your neck in a possessive way, and the sound that comes out of you is something between a sob and a moan. The sudden, abrupt movement causes you to press even harder against his cock, and the sensation sends a pulse of pleasure through your clit. 

 Before you have a chance to answer him, San's soft lips are meeting yours in an insistent, hungry kiss. His mouth is so aggressive and demanding; his tongue glides over your lower lip and presses against it. His fingers dig into your neck, turning the touch into a rough grip, holding you in place, but there's no need; you already feel so soft and supple to him that you willingly lean into him, wrapping your arms around his strong neck and tangling your fingers in his thick hair, gently pulling the soft strands at the roots. The deep, vibrating moan that San lets out reminds you of the contented purr of a huge cat. 

His skilful tongue forces your lips apart and quickly penetrates the inside of your mouth, and you shudder at the sensual sensation as he runs it over your palate, licking the inside of your cheeks and wrapping it around your own tongue. It must look disgusting from the outside—the kiss is rough and dirty, full of tongues and teeth, but you're enjoying it immensely and moaning lustfully against San's lips at the hot need growing inside you. 

That's all... Hell, you don't even know how to put it into words. You've been wanting to kiss San ever since you saw him for the first time in the club—dishevelled, hot, all sweaty and battered after his first victorious fight, but so impossibly attractive. You wanted to do it tonight, right after the referee announced that he'd won, and San smiled at you dazzlingly, showing you those sweet, deep dimples you'd always secretly wanted to lick. And you want to kiss him every damn time he's within arm's length of you. Hell, you want to kiss him all the time, over and over again, until you finally satisfy that hunger that's gnawed at your insides for so long. 

San pulls your plump lower lip into his moist, warm mouth and gives it a rough sucking before he lets it go with a loud 'pop'. His tongue immediately licks your ajar lips, coating them with his saliva, and it's just unbearable. How on earth are you going to get away from him when he kisses you like that? 

"Look at you, Dolly, you're savouring this so much. I bet your sweet, tight cunt is so wet right now. Isn't it?" San whispers in a husky voice before he runs his tongue over your lips once more. "Don't you want to run away from me yet, angel?"

'Just shut up.' You hiss at him before you let him pull you into another kiss that is even deeper and dirtier than the last. Your hips are rocking back and forth, and you are rubbing your needy pussy against his hard cock as San is literally fucking your mouth with his skilful tongue.

You're furious with him. And you're angry that San is absolutely right about you—you love the whole damn thing, so much so that your pussy flows like a waterfall for him, ready and needing him to fill it with his cock and cum until it pours out of you. But most of all, you're angry with yourself, which makes you roll your hips over him even more aggressively and makes you both moan into each other's mouths. 

You know that you shouldn't be here, you know that this is going to end badly, and you have absolutely no time to sit on San's lap and let him explore your mouth with his tongue while you dry hump him—and yet you can't bring yourself to leave. Not in the slightest bit. Your willpower is nothing compared to Choi San.

San begins to kiss you even more furiously, biting your lips almost to the point of bleeding. He's so passionate—he licks your mouth with his tongue and literally shoves it down your throat, making it almost impossible for you to breathe. He kisses you like he's dying of thirst, and you're the only way he can fix it. And if San eats pussy the same way he kisses you now, you're not sure you can handle it at all.

Your phone suddenly beeps, alerting you to a new message, and the obnoxious, loud sound finally brings you to your senses. You pull away from San's tantalising, greedy lips, trying to catch your breath and get your thoughts straightened out as he continues to kiss your cheeks and chin lazily. 

"I have to go now.' You say softly, to which San just mooed in agreement, as if to say, 'Go on, I won't hold you back', but his lips never leave your skin for a second, and his broad, slightly calloused palm still grips your neck tightly from behind. "I shouldn't be here with you... Seonghwa... he's waiting for me at home, you know." You sound so weak, and to be honest, not convincing even to yourself, let alone San, and the handsome boxer doesn't try to make it easier for you. 

He lets go of your neck just long enough to run his fingers over your flushed, pretty face before wrapping them tightly around your chin and tilting your head slightly to the side so that your eyes meet his slanted, feline eyes that are clouded with lust. His gaze is so intense, so searing, that it makes you want to turn away from him. San is looking at you as if he's watching how his fingers are penetrating you, slowly and deeply, stretching your tight hole while you're languidly jerking him off. It's an intimate gaze, too palpably sexual. 

San lets out a dark chuckle, full of the most lewd and dirty promises, as he presses his fingers against the edges of your mouth before squeezing it until your plump lips form a silly "duck" shape. A smug, victorious expression was frozen on his face, and he poked the tip of his tongue into the corner of his swollen lips. You can't say a word; all your thoughts are scattered into the dark corners of your mind like cockroaches when a light is turned on.

"I guess you're already late, baby." Genuine amusement glitters in his eyes, and he lets go of you, instead leaning back on the back of the couch as if he were a king. Such an abrupt change in his behaviour is a source of confusion to you.

'What are you...' You don't have time to finish your sentence before the door to the room flings open, letting in the sound of loud, cheerful voices and the deafening roar of music. You almost have the urge to snap at the person who has dared to interrupt your moment with San, but instead you freeze as the room is again engulfed in silence and the only thing you can hear is the clicking sound of high heels and the thunderous beating of your heart echoing in your ears. You freeze like a deer in the headlights as you realise who those high heels belong to, and judging by the devilishly smug grin on San's face, you're not wrong in your guess. 

"Ah, there you are, my beautiful little angel...' Seonghwa's purring voice is nothing more than solid darkness wrapped in velvet, and the sound of it sends goosebumps up your arms and makes everything inside of you twist into a tight knot of fear and excitement. 

Your senses are a mess, and you're torn between wanting to burst into tears and wanting to rub your cunt against San's cock again, even more desperate now that Seonghwa's appearance has unleashed a new wave of lust in you, even more intense than before. God, the way your body is reacting to the presence of this man next to you is simply beyond any explanation. It was so wild and yet so exhilarating, and perhaps deep down inside you were a complete masochist as you took such incredible pleasure out of it all.

Your nightmare was coming true as he walked leisurely towards you and San, his hands in the pockets of his designer trousers, causing the hem of his luxurious, expensive fur coat to flutter open, revealing the translucent top that covered his torso like a second skin. If San had made you feel like a frightened bunny cornered by a predator, then Seonghwa made you feel like some kind of dark deity was keeping his all-seeing eye on you. 

You were completely frozen in your seat—practically out of breath, still in the same compromising position—your pussy pressed tightly against San's thick, hard cock through your clothes as his hand continued to sensuously knead your plump, juicy buttocks. 

When Seonghwa is at arm's length from you, deceptively gentle, he runs his fingers through your hair before he tangles his fingers in the long, silky strands and jerks your head backwards, causing you to arch your back and let out a long, hard moan. Damn, you love it when he's so bossy and rough with you.

"Or are you nothing more than a fucking needy slut today, eh? Look at you, keeping your daddy waiting while you rub your slutty cunt all over San's cock." You gasp at the deliciously painful sensation of his fingernails lightly scraping the skin of your scalp as he pulls harder on the long, silky strands of your hair. To be honest, you don't know how to answer him, or rather, what kind of answer would satisfy Seonghwa, so you just remain silent, sinking your teeth into your kiss-swollen lower lip and looking up at him with big, clouded with desire eyes.

"Oh, she is definitely the ultimate slut. You missed a lot, Hwa; the way she rode me just a few minutes ago was quite a sight. And her sweet cunt is soaking wet; I can feel it even through her shorts and panties. I have no doubt that her tight little hole is literally dripping with slime right now." San purrs and slaps your bottom hard, making the soft, plump flesh jiggle, and you whimper pitifully at the sharp, tingling sensation of the burn on your tender skin. Even if you are not in the best position now, a hot wave of dark pleasure washes over your entire body, making your cunt quiver in anticipation of what's to come.

"Well, so..." Seonghwa says carelessly, tugging at your hair once more before he unclenches his fingers and abruptly lets go of your strands, causing your head to swing involuntarily and you to whimper softly. You watch as he turns on his heels and walks over to the chair you had been sitting in and sits in it elegantly, as if on a throne. He looks unbelievable, wicked, and smouldering with dark sexuality, swathed in expensive fur, and with his legs spread wide, you want to crawl over and bury your face in his cock. Hwa is stretched out in his chair, leaning back into the soft backrest and staring at you with heavy siren eyes. 

You have no idea at all what's going on here. Shouldn't Seonghwa be furious about this? You're literally sitting on another man's cock, and not just any man, but Choi San, the golden boy of the Fight Club that Hwa owns, your panties and shorts soaked through and your lips so swollen and covered in saliva and remnants of thick candy pink gloss that it looks like you've been selflessly sucking cock for hours, not just kissing. And all your incredibly possessive and bossy sugar daddy does is sit back in his chair and stare at you as if he's sitting in the front row of a fashion show. 

"Since you say so, San. I guess you have to show me how slutty my angel can be." Seonghwa's voice is nothing but solid darkness, wrapped in velvet. He emphasises the word 'my', and for the first time in a long while, you can hear the venom in his words. Outwardly, he may look and act completely indifferent, maybe even a little bored, but inside he's seething with jealousy at how much you're enjoying San and how he's touching you. "Don't let my presence distract you; just pick up where you left off."

'What?' You blink dumbly at him, your brain so clouded with lust and need that you are unable to process the words he has just said properly. 

"You heard me, angel, keep on fucking." Seonghwa just tilts his head to the side, looks at you with siren eyes, and licks his plump, kissable lips in a sensual way. You swallow loudly at this sight, because that's the way he usually looks at you when he's devouring your pussy or fucking you deep, throwing your legs over his shoulders and thrusting his hips into you with such force that the back of the bed hits the wall with every thrust and his tight balls slap against your plump, soft buttocks, making the skin on them blush angrily red and tingle slightly. In front of your mind's eye, you instantly flash back to this morning, when Seonghwa gave you the same siren's gaze that he's giving you right now, as he tickled your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue and stretched your hole with two long fingers.

'But... Seonghwa... I...' Your voice is hardly louder than a whisper when you speak. "Aren't you... Aren't you upset?" It embarrasses you so much, but at the same time you can't deny how much the thought of Seonghwa watching you while San fucks you is getting you excited.

"Oh, my little angel, aren't you a sweetie, eh?" Seonghwa gives a dark chuckle. He bites the tip of his index finger in a playful way and tilts his head to the side, looking up at you through his long, fluffy eyelashes.

You always loved how playful he could be with you at times, but at the moment it was more frightening than comforting, for you knew very well that his playfulness could go far beyond the limits of normalcy, and it never ended well.

"And what makes you think that I should be upset, my love?" His voice drops to a dangerous, dark purr, and this sound pierces you, sending signals straight to your needy pussy, causing more of your sticky, sweet juices to spill out. "Maybe it's because you're practically shoving your slutty cunt right in San's face? I bet your pussy is dripping wet and throbbing with the need to be filled with his  cock." He says it so casually and simply, and somehow it's so fucking hot that you don't know what you want more—to beg him for forgiveness or to fuck you silly.

Seonghwa slowly runs his tongue over his sensual, luscious lips, and this movement is so practised and deliberate that it sends shivers down your spine.

"But you know what, Angel? Daddy would do anything for you, and if you want to fuck him, then go right ahead and do it. You can ride his cock all day long; I don't give a shit. Because once he's fucked you, you'll come crawling back to me because you know you belong to me and me alone."

Seonghwa's words barely get through to you. You can see the way his stunning, perfectly sculpted lips move when he speaks; you can hear the velvety quality of his voice, but you still can't quite make out their meaning. 

Your mind is reminded of cotton candy—fluffy and airy, deliciously sweet, and melting with excitement. You shift your confused gaze from Seonghwa to San, hoping that the handsome boxer will clear your thoughts a little, but instead all you get is a sinful, predatory grin and the look of his seductive, half-closed eyes piercing through you and promising you a straight shot to paradise. 

It was enough to make your blood boil with desire. Your excitement was so obvious to them, almost palpable, and despite this humiliating fact, the thrill that fluttered in your lower belly and sent goosebumps of heat between your juicy thighs intensified even more.

‘I don't know...It's all so... complicated...' A quiet sob escapes from your throat as San grabs you by the throat and pushes his hips up, causing his hard cock to rub against your clit in the most delightful way. His hand clenches harder on your neck, causing you to gasp from the sudden lack of air. Your eyes roll up at the rough, possessive grip, and you unconsciously roll your hips over him, your throbbing, swollen clit pressed tightly against his hard cock. San's eyes narrow, and he curses under his breath when he sees how fucked you already look. He thrusts his hips into you again, and this action completely shuts down any rationality in your thinking. 

"I don't think so, doll." San whispers in a devilish voice, pressing his hot lips to your shoulder and leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses there; your skin melts under his touch, making you moan and wriggle even harder in his lap. "Just say yes, baby; that's all you need. You want this so badly, don't you?" San's silky voice slides over your body as if he's licking it with his tongue. He continues persistently to coax you into giving in to temptation, making your skin crawl, and as his teeth dig lightly at your collarbone, your brain finally loses all contact with reality, and you give in, letting your lust take control of you.

"Yes, I want to." You squeakily out, but San's hand around your neck makes the sound distorted and broken. 'Please.' You add even more softly. And apparently that's exactly what they wanted, because the next moment the handsome boxer suddenly releases your throat, and you begin to gasp slightly as air begins to flow freely into your lungs again.

"There you go, such a good girl." San purrs, and that guttural, silky sound vibrates against your skin, making you shiver with excitement. You try to get your breathing back to a normal rhythm by taking slow, deep breaths. Your head is a little dizzy, and you are about to fall to the floor, stumbling on your wobbly, shaky legs as San pushes you off his lap and forces you to stand right in front of him. 

You stare at him in confusion, not understanding why he would push you away when just a few minutes ago he was the one rubbing his cock all over your pussy and urging you to fuck him. But San just lifts his split eyebrow at you in silence and smiles mischievously, looking at you with his heavy bedroom eyes, as if his facial expression should have told you everything you needed to know. 

"What... what am I supposed to do?" It comes out almost shyly, as if you weren't the one dry humping another guy in front of your sugar daddy, and apparently Seonghwa finds it amusing too. You can hear his cheerful, velvety laugh behind your back before he elegantly gets up from his seat and comes back to you and hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on the top of your head. You almost instantly dissolve into his arms, drowning in the luxurious, expensive fur of his fur coat as he pulls you closer to his body.

"You can be such a fool sometimes, my love; it can't help but amuse me." Seonghwa purrs, leaning down to your face and running the tip of his nose along your rounded, ruddy cheek. "San wants you to show him how good a slut you can be for him and how beautiful you look on your knees with a cock in your mouth. I'm sure that's been on his mind ever since he saw you giving Yunho a blowjob in the locker room, isn't it?" Hwa whispers into your ear, and you see San's eyes narrow dangerously as he says it, going even darker, and you could swear you see something utterly evil flashing in those deep chocolate irises. Oh, Seonghwa seems to have hit a nerve, and you know full well that he did it on purpose.

“Of course I did, Hwa. How could I not have thought of that? Dolly was quite a sight, so desperate, milking his cock with her mouth, sucking his balls, and lapping up his cum as if her life depended on it. You don't seem to be able to satisfy her appetite enough to keep her from seeking the attention of other men, Seonghwa." Parries San, and you are practically gasping for breath at such blatant insolence. You've never heard of anyone being so openly in Seonghwa's face before, and it's both a delight and a fright to you. 

'You bastard.' Seonghwa hisses at him. You can feel the irritation and anger coming from him, but he still does nothing to stop this game. Instead, he encourages it to continue. His hands let go of your waist, and he placed them on your shoulders instead, squeezing them so hard that you started to go down until you found yourself on your knees between San's spread legs. The handsome boxer's cock is a foot away from your face, and even though you haven't touched it yet, you can see how tight the muscles in his abs and thighs are, taut like steel cables under the golden, wet skin. It was an image that you wanted to stay with you forever. Your palms automatically rested on his inner thighs, and you lightly clenched the fabric of his shorts. "Have fun with her while you still can, San. You may never have the chance to play with my princess again." Hwa says in a mocking tone and strokes your head gently before he gives you a kiss on the top of your head. 

"Oh, trust me, Seonghwa, I will, and when I'm done with her, she won't be able to think of anything else than me." San wraps a hand around his thick, hard cock through the fabric of his shorts, and you swallow loudly, already imagining how heavy and hot it is going to be on your tongue.

"You are overconfident, San, but anyway...' He turns your face towards him to lick your lips with his tongue, coating them with a shiny, thick layer of his saliva. The action, totally dirty and lascivious, is so damn hot, and you instinctively stick your tongue out of your mouth so that Seonghwa can spit on it, which he does. With your eyes glazed over with lust, you watch as your sugar daddy collects the saliva in his mouth and spits it out onto your waiting tongue. He lets out a deep purr at the sight of a thick, viscous drop rolling down your pink tongue, which you immediately swallow with a sweet moan. "Aren't you the prettiest one? Such an obedient slut for your daddy." He licks your lips again, and you reach up in the hope of catching his tongue with your lips and sucking on it, but your desperation only makes him giggle. "You can do that later, my angel; I promise you that. Now give me a good show and work his dick with your hot, slutty mouth." And you obey the order.

Seonghwa moves away from you, leaving you at the mercy of San, and sits back down in his chair, unbuckling the belt on his trousers and beginning to stroke himself slowly. His seductive siren's eyes are uninterruptedly watching your every move. 

As you turn your attention back to San, a pitiful gasp comes from your chest, and you clench your thighs tighter in a futile attempt to reduce your arousal. You feel so small under the weight of that dark, feline gaze of his. His eyes roam over your form, his predatory gaze gliding over every curve of your body before it lingers at your boobs, almost falling out of your top. San's tongue slips out of his mouth, and he slowly licks his wounded lips, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on them. 

"Show me those big plump tits, baby. I want to see them bouncing while I fuck that sweet, doll-like face of yours." San purrs in a sultrily way, and there's a hoarseness to his voice that wasn't there before, but you're too caught up in the sight of San running his thumbs under the elastic of his gym shorts and pulling them down, finally exposing his big, pre-cum oozing cock. The sight of it is the cause of a salivary gush in your mouth.

Your hands reach up and begin to slowly pull the thin straps of your satin top down from your shoulders until your heavy, luscious tits are completely exposed and your top is gathered up at your waist in a useless strip of fabric. San's plump lips curl up in an approving smile, revealing his deep, sweet dimples as he finally gets to see your bare breasts in all their glory. Your fingers slide over your aureoles, your nipples hardening from the pleasurable stimulation, and you gently run your thumb pads over the sensitive, swollen buds, a soft moan of pleasure escaping your parted lips.

"Fuck, baby, you've got such amazing tits, so big, heavy, and so soft. Greatest titties I've ever seen. I want to cum all over your tits; cover them with my sperm. I'll milk your tits dry, Dolly, make you cum from sensations of my mouth on your  nipples." San's voice is full of dark promise, and it makes more and more of the moisture seep out of your trembling hole. He squeezes his cock harder in his broad palm, caressing the thick, throbbing length with a wet squelching sound before he pushes in lightly, making his beautiful, thick thighs tense even more. Hell, his cock is literally dripping with pre-cum; the swollen, reddened head has been covered in a thick layer of glistening, viscous glaze, and you can practically taste the sweet taste of his cum on the tip of your tongue. 

"Do you like my tits that much, San?" You rock your tits gently in the palms of your hands at the feel of their weight. The plump flesh of them barely fits in your hands. 

"So damn much, babe." The sexy boxer lets out a low, husky moan as he continues to pleasure himself. His cock twitches weakly in the palm of his hand as he watches you playing with yourself, massaging your breasts and tweaking your swollen nipples. You could swear that the moaning that comes out of his lips is the hottest you've ever heard, of course after the moaning and whimpering of Seonghwa. You wonder if you'll ever be able to make the temperamental boxer whimper and beg. The thought of San writhing and whimpering under your care as you ride him like a thoroughbred stallion makes a small trickle of sticky fluid flow out of you. 

A velvety moan from behind your back grabs your attention, and for a second you turn your head over your shoulder to take a look at your gorgeous daddy. Seonghwa's overly plump, glossy lips are parted with a lingering, soft moan; his feline, black eyes are clouded with pleasure and slightly out of focus as his graceful hand caresses his beautiful, thick cock. God, you still can't understand how you managed to get the attention of such a gorgeous, sexy man, but that's the last thing you can think about right now. Especially when he brings his long, pre-cum-covered fingers to his lips and smears them over the overly plump, soft flesh before he sticks out his tongue and licks the sticky residue off the delicate appendages. 

Until the last drop of pre-cum disappears into his mouth, Hwa slowly caresses the fingers with his long, expert tongue. The sight of it sends a new wave of heat through your body, and the silky walls of your cunt tremble and become even wetter. The whimper that comes out of you at the sight of this filthy thing is almost pitiful.

"Don't let me distract you, angel. I want to see you sucking him off. I want to see you choking on his big cock as you take him deep down your pretty little throat. Can you do that for Daddy, Angel?" Seonghwa's voice has the sound of melted honey. The sugary tone is such a strong contrast to the dirty, vulgar words that come out of his sensual mouth. And it makes you roll your eyes and let out a loud moan. Hell, he's fucking you without even touching you at all. 

"Yes, yes, daddy. I'll do everything for you. Anything you want me to do.' You squirm slightly in your spot, squeeze your thighs together, and bite your plump lower lip. 

"Such a good girl. Keep playing with San, Angel.' Seonghwa casts his dark, burning gaze over your body one last time, lingering briefly on your swollen, tense nipples before waving his hand at you. He silently commands you to turn away and give your full attention to San. Which you do immediately.

When you turn back to San, you look at him innocently through your fluffy eyelashes, knowing full well the effect it has on men when you know how quickly Seonghwa gets hard when you give him that look of false innocence. And apparently he's not the only one turned on by it, because you can see San's cock twitching in his palm and he hissing in pain or pleasure as he sinks his teeth into the bruised flesh of his lower lip.

"Can I suck your dick...? You stammer slightly now that your game has moved from playful teasing to actual sex, not knowing how to address him right. 

'Daddy, my doll.' The look on San's face is so intense and powerful that it makes your blood boil with the desire to satisfy him in every possible way. "You can call me "Daddy." You hear Seonghwa's sarcastic chuckle behind your back and see San's lips open in response, but you quickly distract him from another verbal altercation with your sugar daddy. 

"So you're going to let me suck you off, Daddy?". You lick your plump lips greedily, glistening with the sticky residue of candy pink glitter and Seonghwa's saliva, running your tongue in deliberately slow motion over the soft flesh and placing your palms on the inside of his thighs. Your face is practically resting on his hard, oozing cock, and you blow lightly on it, causing San to throw his head back, exposing his long, seductive neck with its scattering of freckles and straining, swollen veins, as he rolls his eyes in pleasure. 'Please.' You add as you arch your spine and move your face even closer to his crotch, leaving a light, weightless kiss on the top of his taut balls.

'Fuck, doll.' San growls, grabbing your hair and pulling your face up so you meet his gaze with yours. 'Do you want to taste my cock that badly, baby girl?' His eyebrow lifts in a teasing manner. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and slaps the swollen, reddening head against your lips. Each time he pulls it away from your mouth, long strands of your drool, mixed with pre-cum, stretch from your lips to his cock. 

"Yes, Daddy, I want it so badly. Let me taste your cock; I want to feel it on my tongue, in my throat. Please, Daddy, please." You spread your legs slightly, and the fabric of your tiny satin shorts stretches across your crotch, digging in between your labia and perfectly outlining the contours of your plump little cunt. This did nothing to hide how wet you were now, so both San and Seonghwa could see the dark wet stain on the thin fabric. 

"Oh, shit, angel." Seonghwa curses, and you can hear him shift a little in his seat, but you still do not make the slightest attempt to turn around and look at him. You can be sure that if the situation were different, Seonghwa's godlike face would be buried between your thighs by now. But right now he has to restrain his desires and just watch what's going on. "Stop playing with her, San, and give the princess what she wants." His voice is condemning, but you know very well that this is nothing but a farce. Hwa himself can torment you for hours by rubbing his cock over your face or slapping it on your tongue and cheeks before he lets you take it in your mouth. 

The only thing your daddy had no patience for was eating your pussy. Seonghwa couldn't tease you for more than a minute before he would suckle with his gorgeous mouth on your warm, tight cunt and feast on it for hours. He would stick his tongue deep into your tiny hole and suck your juices like the exquisite vintage wine he loved so much, although he also liked to drink it from your pussy too. 

San slaps his cock against your mouth a couple of more times before he presses the head of it against your lower lip and gently pushes it in the inviting, moist warmth of your mouth.

"You heard your man, baby girl. Open your mouth and take this cock, Angel." You almost want to roll your eyes at those words, you petty bastard. But when San's sharp feline eyes meet yours and he gives you a smug, predatory grin that makes you squirm in your seat between his spread legs, all your insolence melts away in an instant. 

San's hand runs through your hair in a deceptively affectionate manner, pulling a few strands away from your beautiful face so that he can get a better look at you as your sweet mouth opens and his thick cock slowly enters you. Your jaw tenses up as you try to get used to the size of it, the swollen, throbbing veins rubbing against your tongue as he pushes deeper and deeper. San clenches a large handful of your silky curls in his fist before pulling them out with force. He rolls his eyes and hisses through clenched teeth as the blunt head of his cock hits the back of your throat and his balls rest against your chin. 

Your mouth is full to the brim, your plump lips stretching beautifully around the hot, velvety girth, pressing tightly against it and enveloping the sensitive length with warm, wet breath, but even that doesn't stop you from moving your tongue and kitten licking the sensitive spot where his cock joins his heavy, cum-filled balls. 

The moan he makes when you do it goes straight to your pussy and your silky walls clench around nothing. Delicate, velvety skin tingles under the caress of your tongue, and it makes his cock throb in your mouth. The sight of you choking on his cock and drooling all over his balls almost brings San to the brink of his limit. 

"Look at you, doll, you're already drooling like a mindless slut, and I haven't even fucked that sweet face yet." San's thumb caresses your soft cheek, cooing sweetly before he slaps you lightly on the cheek, causing you to gasp and unknowingly let his cock go deeper down your throat. 

You choke on it, the slippery walls of your throat tightening around his cock, pressing on the sensitive, swollen veins that stretch seductively along its massive, heavy length. The sensation makes him curse, and the nasty gagging, gurgling sound you make seems so sexy that San doesn't think he'll ever be able to get enough of it. Seonghwa makes his own wet whimpering noise as he watches your deep throat the handsome boxer's cock as he masturbates on you. 

San pulls your head up by the hair until the only thing left in your mouth is your wet, reddened head, and you wipe the tears from your eyes. Wiping away the tears that begin to gather in the corners of your eyes, you look up at him with the most enchanting, tender look of pure innocence as you let his cock completely out of your mouth with a loud 'pop'. You give a wet smack to the swollen, mushroom-shaped head of his cock, the viscous saliva bubbling up before it bursts and runs down his cock and your chin in thick strands. 

"Oh fuck, baby doll, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. A perfect little cocksucker." The sweet praise makes your delicate hole clench around nothing and your clit throbs as if San had just licked it with his tongue. 'Let me fuck your angelic face, sweetheart? I'm sure Seonghwa can't wait to see me stuff my cock down your tight little throat up to my balls. San purrs passionately as he looks down at you before he pushes his muscular thighs up so that his massive length slaps against your mouth and cheeks a couple of times. 

'Yes, Daddy, I want it.' You whimper as you flutter your long, fluffy eyelashes and run your lips sweetly over the sensitive, velvety flesh of his cock, leaving short kisses on it. "Please, I want to feel you deep in my throat."

San growls, cupping the back of your head roughly with his palm and pressing down hard, forcing your pretty, flushed face to press even harder against his thick, wetted with saliva and pre-cum length. He doesn't need to tell you anything; you obediently open your warm, moist mouth and allow San to push his massive cock back between your swollen lips, stretching them beautifully around the hard, velvety flesh and pulsating, swollen veins. 

His broad shoulders tense visibly, muscles tightening and contracting under his sweaty golden skin, and he moans gutturally as he watches you lower yourself onto him. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you savour the slightly painful sensation from his huge cock as it pushes deeper and deeper into your throat, pulling the tight, slippery walls apart until you are choking on it completely. His cock is practically choking you as San holds your head in place, preventing you from being able to move away from him and take a full breath. San's broad, slightly rough palms begin to massage the sides of your neck to ease the tension a little as he holds you against his cock, your nose resting against the smooth, warm skin of his pubic and his heavy balls pressed tightly against your chin.

"That's my good girl." San moans, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes as your tongue presses against the swollen, throbbing vein on his cock. His stomach tenses up, and his taut pecs rise and fall with a heavy, hoarse intake of breath.

"My girl San, she's my fucking girl." Seonghwa hisses angrily. But that doesn't seem to bother the handsome boxer at all, as he just laughs grimly, clutching your hair in his fist and pulling your head away from his cock to admire your sweet, tear-stained face and your swollen, fucked lips. 

"Of course she is, Hwa. She's all yours." San replies in a caustic tone. He enters your mouth once more, thrusting into it roughly and jerkily, hitting the back of your throat with the head of his cock each time. "Breathe through your nose, dolly." The brunette warns you before he forces your head down onto his cock until your nose is pressed against the smooth, wet skin of his pubic and his balls are pressed tightly against your chin. San holds your head still, and you begin to gasp, your throat walls tightening around his thick length as you try to breathe. 

"Damn, doll, I'm going to cum. Do you want my cum, kitten?' He growls, pulling at your hair as he finally begins to fuck you in the throat. He thrusts into your mouth, sharp and deep, his hot length sliding between the narrow walls of your throat with a disgusting wet sound. San rolls his hips smoothly and fucks you in the face, his rhythm steady and deep. 

You moan affirmatively, looking at him with huge, sweet eyes. With every move he makes, his heavy, thick cock rubs against your soft tongue, and you suck in your cheeks to give him even more pleasure. This makes San hisses like a big wildcat. This deep, sexy sound excites you more, and you dig your long, sharp nails into his luxurious thighs, leaving on them long scarlet stripes.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The brunet asks, wrapping his fingers around your neck and pressing down lightly so that he can feel the bulge of his cock in your throat every time he enters you. This also cuts off what little room you had left to breathe. "Your plump, slutty cunt must be leaking so hard right now, isn't it, doll? You're just dying for me to cum in it and destroy that tight, sweet hole of yours."

His disgustingly dirty but incredibly hot words make you whimper pitifully around his massive girth, sending pleasurable vibrations through his sensitive cock.

You can feel his muscular thighs tense up under the palms of your hands as San throws his head back and lets out a loud, prolonged moan of pure pleasure. It's a deep, pornographic sound that comes straight from his chest, and it's at that very moment that your mouth begins to fill with his warm sperm. 

San cums heavily on your tongue—a warm stream of thick, milky liquid runs down the back of your throat, causing you to choke. You slowly breathe through your nose and try to fight against your gag reflex as you drink his cum, little by little.

You try to swallow all of it, but there's so much of his sperm that some of it starts to leak out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and down the silky length of his cock, coating it in a sticky, milky glaze. You have to pull yourself away from him so that you can swallow it properly and savour the rich, bittersweet taste of it.

"Come on, kitten, show me your tongue." San purrs and looks up at you in a seductive way with his dark, feline eyes. His gaze is hazy and unfocused from the orgasm he's just experienced, and he gives you a lecherous grin, showing off his deep dimples as he continues to stroke his cock lazily.

You swallow noisily a thick mixture of sticky cum and your own drool, looking up at San with your big, deceptively innocent eyes before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

"Look at you, baby doll." San purrs in a condescending manner and slaps his big cock against your tongue. Another copious stream of cum splashes onto your soft appendage, some of it landing on your lips and cheeks, coating your angelic face with thick, milky goo. "I always knew you were made to suck my cock, my little slut." He grabs your hair again and pulls you to his face for a kiss. 

It's a dirty, sloppy, even slightly disgusting, open-mouthed kiss with lots of drool and sperm. San doesn't care at all that you haven't had time to swallow his share; he shoves his tongue deep down your throat, licks the inside of your cheeks, and then slides his tongue over your tongue to taste his own cum. This has you whimpering and moaning into his lips, your little arms wrapped around his thick, tense neck as you continue to kiss each other. San persistently explores your mouth with his tongue while his hands cradle your heavy, plump tits, roughly massaging the soft flesh and thumb rubbing your sensitive, swollen nipples. 

The fact that Seonghwa doesn't seem to mind all of this and allows you to fuck San right in front of his eyes makes you even more horny. In fact, it's always been your little forbidden fantasy—you've imagined San touching you, licking your pussy and filling your little hole with his dick and sperm more than once or twice. But the fact that Hwa is involved in all of this drives you absolutely crazy. It's hard for you to comprehend what's happening, especially when San pulls and twists your nipples with his rough fingers again and another pair of hands goes to your hips before starting to pull down your soaked shorts and slutty panties until your sticky, plump cunt is fully exposed. Long strands of your arousal flow from your hole, dripping down to San's thighs and tempting Seonghwa to lick your silky, shiny folds, which he does right away.

Your hips arch as Seonghwa's long tongue slides down your slit from your dripping, quivering hole to your throbbing clit; the sharp tip dipping between your labia, caressing the soft, sensitive folds that are covered in a thick layer of your sweet mucus.

'Daddy!' You squeal, pulling away from San's swollen, hot lips and clawing at his broad, muscular shoulders with your long fingernails with such force that drops of blood begin to show on his skin.

'Do you like to play rough, sweetheart?' San hisses and suddenly slaps your tit. An angry red mark immediately blooms where his palm has made contact with your plump flesh. Your arousal is so obvious that you can practically feel it tingling on your skin; a fresh load of slime pours out of your hole, and Seonghwa immediately licks it up, velvety purring as the viscous liquid runs down his tongue and into his throat. He squeezes your thighs violently, long fingers digging into your flesh to pull your thick, juicy thighs closer to him so he can bury his godlike face in your aching, slutty cunt. "I asked you a question, Dolly." The handsome boxer slaps your breasts again, causing you to make a pitiful whimper. 

"Yes...' You can barely speak; your words are all of gasping and sobbing, especially when Hwa rubs her pretty nose against your sensitive clit. Your whole body shudders at the new stimulation, and you dig your nails into San's shoulders even harder than before. "Yes, I like that, Daddy.". 

'Daddy, huh?' Seonghwa hisses furiously and pulls his beautiful, sensual mouth away from your needy pussy. You squeal loudly as he suddenly slaps your swollen, sensitive clit with his graceful palm. The painful sensation is quickly replaced by euphoric, sweet pleasure spreading through your body like a liquid flame. "You know, you should be ashamed of yourself for the way you have behaved, my angel." Hwa purrs as he slaps your pussy a couple of more times. You give a pitiful whimper, shivering with your whole body and clinging even more tightly to San like a helpless little kitten. 

"Please, Daddy, I'm so sorry...I'll behave better...' Your tone is so whiny, almost pleading. You choke on your own words, which sound more like intermittent breathing than anything coherent. "I promise I'll make it up to you, Daddy. I'll do everything for you. Please...'

"What about me, baby doll? Will you do anything for me? San whispers, sultry and husky, drawing your attention back to him; his wet, swollen lips, swollen from kissing and bruising, touch yours with every word he utters. 

'I...' You start, but you never get a chance to finish your sentence as Seonghwa, without warning, plunges two long fingers into your tight, tiny hole all the way to the base. His fingers flex inside you, the soft pads pressing against the sensitive, spongy bundle of nerves, and you moan long and hard. More and more of the sweet nectar is oozing out of your hole, coating his fingers and dripping down onto San's thighs. 

"I feel like you forget yourself all the time, San." Seonghwa's hisses. He pulls his long fingers out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace, dragging them along the silky walls of your pussy and making sure you feel every moment of it very vividly. "Y/N belongs to me and only to me. She is mine. And I think it's time for me to remind you of that." There is pure venom in Songhwa's voice, and you can't deny that it turns you on. But I have to say, it's pretty sweet that you have the idea that she could be yours." He continues to taunt the handsome boxer.

San just laughs, slides his hand between your thighs, and cups your pussy with his broad palm in a possessive way. Your hips automatically begin to move in search of sweet stimulation, and this movement has you rubbing against San's palm, your swollen clit sliding against the rough skin in the most delightful way. You arch your back and push back your plump booty as you shake it a little, making the juicy flesh wiggle seductively, and you hope that this will entice Sunhwa to put his fingers inside you once more and press his tongue against your cunt. God, you wanted to cum so badly, but it seems that the two impossibly sexy and powerful men, who now had you trapped between their gorgeous bodies, had plans of their own for you.

"Oh really?" San snorts with a grim chuckle. "Oh, daddy, her cunt is flowing for me, all sticky, sweet, and ready to be filled with my sperm. You haven't even made her cum yet; is that really how you are supposed to treat the sugar pussy of your princess, huh? If she were mine, I'd suck on her pussy until she squirted all over my face, then I'd do it again and again until I milked it dry'. San leans down to your ear, and his hot breath touches the sensitive skin of your earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through your whole body. He runs the tip of his tongue over your delicate flesh, grinning lewdly and looking directly into Songhwa's dark, squinting eyes. "And it seems you're the one who forgets, Hwa." San presses down on your trembling, tight hole and pushes two fingers into you with a loud, squelching sound. 'I never lose."

❣ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part I @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing @claimmeyourprincess

❣ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part II @unholywriters @hey-syia @hrts4nohee @vnessalau @mlink64 @tessakleine @fr34k4c1dr41n @313hwa @lilyuwon @tiziamattaga @un-knew @wiaxul @siyah-staryis @seonghwasbbgirl @mingisfavgf @bunnyluvr25 @roserperfume @lose-lose07 @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @lelaleleb @bubblebisk @silverlight-h @ chloe-elise-2000 @cookiesandcreammy @mxnsxngie @ghostlovesworld @i-love-ateez @mingisprincesss @vampscan @peachygiku @vampqueen777 @miyaluvvsyou @stay-tiny-things @moondanse94

❣ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part III @yyaurii @infrenchexit @sanniesbum @jaxyy219 @lostxxgirl @m1sss1mp @manipulatedstars @cotton-candycloudz @kienhawon @flowerxsin @londonbridges01 @fluffyyongbokie @sang-09 @hobarihope @sanniesaur @luvbit3z @sanriomilk @s4erin @sanhwalvr @mallielovssyou @slytherinslays @your-bloodbag @cherricola-star @passionandsuga @hwasangel

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Hybrid Fics

Fics:

The kiss of fate (Shark bf x fem!reader x Merman)

Late to the event (CEO Bull bf x fem!reader)

Wild Domination (Lion bf x Antelope fem!reader)

Rewarding bad behavior (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

A second wave (Shark Hybrid bf x fem!reader)

Imagines/Blurbs:

Obedient pup (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

Slime mixture (Snail bf x Slime Monster fem!reader)

Good boy’s reward (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

Guess you’ll do (Snow Leopard x fem!reader)

Being prepared (Snow Tiger x fem!reader)

Early Release (Needy Cat Hybrid bf x fem!reader)

Squid Hybrid Suitor: part one , part two

Jellyfish Hybrid Stripper

Surprise submission (Wolf Hybrid x fem!reader)

Change of direction (Cat Hybrid x ftm!reader)

Staying with the pups (Puppy Hybrid x fem!reader)

Soft perfection (Dove Hybrid bf x fem!reader)

Requests:

The helpful scientist (Yandere! Scientist x Hybrid gn!reader)

The helpful hybrid sequel (Yandere Scientist x Moth Hybrid gn!reader)

Late getting home (Cat bf x fem!reader)

Run little fox (Fox x Bunny ftm!reader)

The great trick (Human Man x Cat Hybrid fem!reader)

Hidden cock (Shark Hybrid x fem!reader)

Electric slide (electric eel hybrid x fem!reader)

Ex-Playboy Snow Leopard Hybrid:

Make you scream for me

Tiger bf x Deer fem!reader:

Prey for your predator

Grooming session

Precious marks

Cat bf x Mouse fem!reader:

New friends

Sunlit naps

The unwanted guest

Wolf bf x Puppy fem!reader:

Bear myself to you

Get mad

Pounce on it

Zoomies

The pups

Head scratches

Slutty shorts

Planning ahead

Bird Colony x Dance Instructor fem!reader

Dance classes

A special dance for you

Mistaken eggs

To lure their mate

Casual nesting

The apartment

[lil-ms-darkness]

We're Coming to You Live [Barnaby Brooks Jr. x Reader]

A/N: Tiger and Bunny is my favorite anime, and Barnaby is my comfort character. I'm sure I'm not the only one who is down bad for this man, so I chose to write something for him. This will be a little different, first will be some relationship headcanons followed by a short fanfiction I've had in my head for a while. I intentionally left it GN, because sunrise is pro LGBTQ+ (and lowkey, Bunny seems mildly queer coded. We stan fruitcups in this blog!)

Since there's not many Barnaby x readers on Tumblr (or anywhere, rather) I may post more Tiger and Bunny fanfictions.

(Oh, and if you like T&B fanart, I'd recommend lullakanart here on Tumblr. Their fanart is chefs kiss

𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 🥀

WARNING: This post does contain some 18+ things, minors DNI

Barnaby Dating Headcanons:

Barnaby is very protective of you after losing his parents at such a young age.

He needs his privacy and space, so he is respectful of yours, as well. But, being as protective as he is, sometimes he can have his moments where he worries about you more than a healthy amount.

He has PTSD due to what he experienced as a child, believing to have witnessed his partner die in his arms, witnessing his parents work be disrespected, and more. You will need to be patient with him, and he will be just as patient with you (medical conditions, mental health, disabilities, etc.)

He is not an easy man to love, he is guarded and hurt, but he does have a heart of gold if you're patient and trust him.

As seen, trust is VERY important to him. Dating him means you have earned his trust completely, so he has no concerns about you cheating on him or betraying him. (If something does happen, though, don't expect him to be super forgiving. I'd imagine him letting someone into his heart in a romantic sense would be much deeper of a connection, imagine Kotetsu betraying his trust x100.)

Barnaby is EXTREMELY family oriented. He enjoys helping the orphans of Stern Bild, and values his parents in such high regards, it's only expected that he'd want a family. Either by adoption, or by traditional means. Of course, if you don't want children or can't conceive for whatever reason, he's open to a conversation about it.

He's happy to treat you to fancy dinners if you'd like, if you prefer more simple meals he'd be happy to accompany you as well. Or, if you'd like to stay in, he's okay with that, too.

Being a hero, he doesn't have much free time, as crimes are happening often. But what little time he does spend with you, he tries to make memorable.

After a few years into your relationship, he takes you to visit his parents grave. He brought flowers for them, and introduced you to them. He took your hand, and after a short time, he'd said, "They would have loved you."

He's not super comfortable with PDA and physical touch, for safety reasons (if Ourobouros finds out about you, you could be used as leverage. The last thing he'd want is for a criminal to use you for ransom, or to get to him) but in the privacy of your apartment or his, he craves your touch. Your hugs, the grazes of your hand, and the rare occasion you rub his shoulders and back.

When it comes to intimate times, Barnaby is very giving. He enjoys his own pleasures, but he's a giver when it comes to desires of the flesh. Being intimate with you is one of his favorite things, feeling your skin against his, the sounds you make, the closeness.

He is big into aftercare, and loves to hold you against him after you both finish. He has s t a m i n a, by the way, so be prepared for long sessions. Quickies aren't his thing, he likes to take his time and drink you in.

I don't imagine he's into many serious kinks, but I can see him being into mild shibari and I can see him having a praise kink.

In these intimate moments, he is incredibly vulnerable and these are the moments you can see the true, unguarded Barnaby. The man that isn't as aloof as he pretends to be, the man who's grown as a person thanks to his partner and you. The man who was broken and lost for so many years and has finally chosen to lead his life his own way, and has chosen you to share his life with.

We're Coming to You Live

The cab slows down, but before it comes to a complete stop, you throw the door open and dive out into the street. Justice Tower- it’s so big compared to how it looks on screen, and even larger than how it looks from far away. The wind breezes past you in gusts as you make it to the police line, keeping everyone back. You can hear the reporters in the distance, the helicopter of Hero TV looming over the top of the building a safe distance away. 

Your body trembles with adrenaline, the wind freezing the cold sweat that drips down the nape of your neck. You chew your lip in overwhelming stress and fear- 

“Please be okay.” You whisper to yourself. 

Earlier

“This Hero TV breaking news!” The TV yelled at you from the living room. You felt the familiar twinge of excitement and worry course through your body, hearing the familiar announcer's voice. You rushed to the couch, all but diving over it to sit and watch your boyfriend save many more lives. “At 7:15 this evening, a bomb threat was made to the recently completed Fortress Tower!”

Your heart sunk, immediately. Grabbing your phone from the table, bringing up your messages with the hero.

B: I’ll be by your place soon, one more stop and I’ll be free. Y/N: Where’s the last place? Maybe I can meet you at your apartment B: The Fortress Tower building. I’ll let you know when we’re wrapping up. See you tonight

Your gaze lifted to the TV again, watching as footage played of civilians being evacuated. 

“Reports say Wild Tiger and Barnaby Brooks Jr. are still inside, preparing to deal with the threat! How courageous of our heroes, braving this threat without the protection of their hero suits!” The world seemed to hum and you could hear your pulse in your ears as you shot to your feet. Running to the front door, you grabbed your coat and house keys, throwing the door open. You close the door, forgoing locking the door and choosing instead to rush down to catch a taxi to the Fortress Building.

Present

You can feel your neck begin to ache, craning your neck to look up towards the top of the tower, as if hoping you can see Barnaby and Tiger escape before the bomb explodes. The chaos of the police trying to push people further back, in case the building collapses is a distant hum until you feel hands on your arms. 

“Excuse me, please move back, we need to keep this area clear for your safety,” says the officer, firmly but somehow also politely. 

“No, no, please, I need to stay here.” you insist

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you,” he gently tries to guide you back, his arm coming around to force you to move backwards. You try to resist, the sound of an explosion and eruption of light above cause everyone to fall still. You look up, glimpsing a fading explosion from above the building and falling, fiery debris. The officer scoops you up and sprints out of the way, but you’re too busy staring at the fading light in the sky, feeling the tears threaten to spill over. When the officer finally sets you on your feet, again, he apologizes for laying hands on you, but he sounds so far away. 

Your eyes scan the top of the building, trying to find any damage, but you’re so low it’s impossible to see the top. The tears fall down your cheeks and your hand clutches your phone tightly. 

“He’s okay…” you whisper, desperately. “He has to be okay.” but as time drags on, the weight in your heart spreads to your body and limbs. You sniff as the tears blur your vision, lowering yourself to your knees as your throat becomes tight. You always knew dating a hero would be difficult, that his life would be in danger, yet you knew that Barnaby was always cautious, careful, methodical. He thinks everything through, he’s efficient at his job, and that’s why he’s quickly become a fan favorite. 

You choke on your breath and bring your jacket tighter around yourself. There’s been no confirmation of the heroes being injured, but somehow that’s worse. An image of Barnaby getting blasted back by the explosion crosses your mind and you double over, trying not to wretch. Your phone clatters against the ground. You feel a hand on your shoulder, hear the officer's voice as if through a fog. You can’t breathe, your chest feels tight and you can’t stop crying. 

The officer's hand moves and you feel two hands rest on each shoulder. You can see the tips of red boots. You choke and wheeze, your body stuck curled up. A hand rubs your back, soothingly and you can hear muffled voices.

“Breathe, it’s okay.”

In, out, in, out. Inoutinoutinout-

“Slower. In through your nose, out through your mouth,” you follow the instructions, a voice you trust, a voice that comforts. You look up, very slowly and emerald eyes capture yours. Your trembling hands move up to grasp his on your shoulders. He takes them, gently squeezing, continuing to breathe through his nose and out through his mouth in a steady rhythm for you to match. 

Slowly, the tears cease and your breathing becomes normal. The hand rubbing your back stops and you realize Barnaby is holding both of your hands, so who-? You look over and spot Wild Tiger examining you with concern in his amber eyes. He smiles lopsided, 

“You alright?” you nod, “alright, I’ll give you some space. Gotta get this camera to Agnes and the film crew.” he stands and walks off.

You don’t feel ready to speak, looking over at Barnaby again. In the reflection of his glasses, you can see your face. Puffy red eyes and tear stains. You frown at the image and look around at the crowd of people watching you with concern, some with jealousy. You cringe and pull the hood of your jacket up over your head before you move back. 

“[Y/N], are you alright?” he asks, quietly, his voice as level as ever. 

“I-I saw the Hero TV broadcast. I...normally I’m okay, but hearing you didn’t have your suit, I…expected the worst, I’m sorry. I should have trusted you to handle it,” you wipe your eyes. “I just…I didn’t think, I thought…I was afraid, that…” the words wouldn’t come. You look down, but strong arms wrap around you and bring you in. 

Your eyes widen at the very public display, before slowly wrapping your arms around him as well. You close your eyes and rest your head against his neck. He smells like dust, plaster, wet metal, and gunpowder. Your hands fist the back of his jacket.

“Easy,” he murmurs and you loosen your grip on the leather, settling on flat palms that try to bring him closer against you. His blonde curls tickle your cheeks and you sigh, feeling safe again in your hero's arms.

[quarterlifekitty]

In honor of Lunar New Year, I decided to get freaky!

Please enjoy this celebration of the each animal zodiac with some Hybrid!AU scenarios. Lots of size kink, breeding kink, feral behavior, and more. I'm really on my nerd shit here. Really playing with my dolls rn. This is so utterly distant from the source material it's unreal. You've been warned. [part 1 of 2]

Barn Cat!Nikto x Rat!Reader

Nikto is a dutiful, prideful creature. A stray who domesticated himself to a farm, hunting their vermin in exchange for a place to call his own when he pleased. He’s caught a thousand little krysy like you, but you give him pause when he bears down on you. Something about the quiver to your tail, the nervous clench of your legs… It’s not how rats ought to act when under the paw of a cat. He’s inclined to keep you– curious about what else fear might make you do.

Chianina!Ghost x Vechur!Reader

You’re in adjacent pens, having travelled a long way– you’re show animals, the most exemplary in your breed. True to form, he’s gigantic and has a brilliant white coloring to his fur, and you’re, well… little. Constantly crowded around for onlookers to take pictures, the ox beside you flaring his nostrils when he sees you being overwhelmed and anxious, stamping to scare off the spectators. You’re almost infuriatingly diminutive to him. He doesn’t know how it’s possible, and if the abundance of ribbons on your gate is anything to go by– you’ll probably be paired up to somehow make an even smaller little calf. Maybe he’ll just have to take some steps to make sure he can see it for himself.

Flemish Giant!König x Netherlands Dwarf!Reader

You’re unceremoniously pushed onto the back lawn of the house. Your owner and his are good friends– and have recently become obsessed with the idea of having little baby bunnies to cuddle. Boy meets girl– can I make it any more obvious? You can, because they neglect to take into account your difference in breed. You’re terrified when you encounter him, and he doesn’t help matters when he catches you by the ankle as you try to dive under the porch to hide. But he doesn’t do anything bad when he’s caught you. Just holds you a little too tight, nuzzling, like you’re little more than a toy to him. Unfortunately for you, your owners consider it a successful playdate, keen to set more up regularly until the right season rolls around.

Tiger!Horangi x Housecat!Reader

You live on a plantation bordering forest, climbing in and out of the window by your favorite basking spot to explore. Being raised among humans, your survival instincts are a bit dull– you can’t tell that you’re being watched by a tiger. He’s never seen a little creature like you. You’re like him, but small. But you still very much smell like a female, so he’s more than content to stalk after you. He doesn’t really understand why your back bristles up when he roars. He’s used to females growling and swiping at him when they’re not interested, but you run off back to your window, shaking as you watch him from the walls of your little palace. He’ll try again tomorrow.

Dragon!Price x Fish Scale Gecko!Reader

There aren’t many dragons left in the world. Price, for one, hasn’t seen another since he was very young. He hasn’t seen much of anything in the past hundred years or so– hasn’t come down from on high. No reason to. The forest begins to return to the mountainside– having been leveled by his flame decades ago. With the trees come more creatures, including you. Scales and tail not unlike a dragon– though your size and tree-dwelling habits are decidedly un-dragonlike. With his mating season on the horizon, beggars can’t be choosers, but when he tries to grab you by the tail, he’s left holding a fistful of scales. It gets his blood running hot– he’s forgotten what a thrill it is to hunt. He might just be in love.

Reticulated Python Naga!Nikolai x Brahminy Blind Snake Naga!Reader

You have no idea as to the extent of Nikolai’s tail, as you can’t see it. All you know are the shadows he makes against the sunlight. You know that he eats strange things, things that don’t sound like eggs or larvae (what he’s eating are your predators, hoping to take advantage of a tiny, blind, defenseless thing out in the open). When he ponders about how he’s going to stretch you to fit his cock, to take his eggs– you can’t even begin to imagine what he’s talking about. Your mother made all of her eggs on her own, and so did your sisters– what does he need you for?