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[frankieexe]

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[librababe99]

Vigilante's Lullaby |Part One|

cw: Red Hood, Gender Neutral Reader, Angst, Mentions of violence, blood, injury, medical procedure, hurt no comfort, dark romance, hurt no comfort word count: 1.9K summary: In the shadows of Gotham’s underworld, you run a clinic that caters to those no one else dares to help. One night, Red Hood stumbles in, bloodied and defiant, refusing assistance despite his wounds. As you force him to stay, a strange, electrifying tension fills the air.

A/N: Hello! Just finished up the final edits to the first part of this new series. For the sake of dramatics I really liked the idea of leaving Jason's identity anonymous and sticking with his alias. Also as of now I'm wanting this to be a four part series but of course that can change! If you'd like to be tagged in the next part just let know <3 As always comments and feedback are greatly appreciated - Libra * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

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(Synopsis) (Part Two)

The clinic was a small, dimly lit space tucked away in the decaying heart of Gotham’s underbelly. The walls were cracked and worn, the faded paint peeling in corners no one bothered to care about anymore. Shadows lingered in every corner, as thick as the stench of sweat and antiseptic that clung to the air. It was late—well past the time most sane people would be out in Gotham. But sanity was a luxury in a city like this, and you’d long since learned to live without it.

You leaned over the trembling form of a thug, stitching up the gash in his side with quick, practiced movements. He wasn’t important—just some small-time crook who got into a fight he couldn’t win. It wasn’t your job to ask questions. You weren’t paid for that. People came to you because you never asked why, and you never judged. Criminal, vigilante, or something in between, it didn’t matter. In Gotham, everyone bled the same.

The thug winced, muttering a half-hearted complaint, and you hushed him quietly, focusing on the task at hand. It was routine—just another night in a city that never slept, where violence was a constant companion.

Then the door slammed open, hard enough to rattle the rusting hinges.

You looked up, instincts on edge, fingers stilling mid-stitch. A figure loomed in the doorway, casting a long shadow across the floor. The helmet gave him away immediately—Red Hood. His presence dominated the room, his chest heaving, blood dripping onto the worn floorboards.

"Out," his voice growled, distorted through the modulator in his helmet. It wasn’t directed at you.

The thug on the table scrambled up, clutching his side. He didn’t wait for a second warning. As soon as Red Hood stepped into the room, the thug fled into the night, disappearing into Gotham’s shadows.

The vigilante staggered forward, his movements heavy, labored. Blood soaked through his jacket, staining the dark fabric and leaving a trail of crimson in his wake. His breathing was harsh, his body barely holding itself together, but when you moved toward him, his gloved hand shot up.

“I don’t need your help,” he growled, even though his knees almost buckled from the effort of staying upright.

You stopped short, eyeing him carefully. His wounds were bad. Too bad. He wouldn’t last long in this state, not even in Gotham. But you’d seen his type before. The kind who thought they could muscle through the pain, through death itself, out of sheer willpower. Maybe he had cheated death once, but not tonight. Not like this.

“You’ll die if I don’t patch you up,” you said, voice calm but firm. You weren’t afraid of him. That was important. Red Hood’s entire persona thrived on fear. “Sit down. Now.”

His helmet turned slightly, as if sizing you up. There was tension in the way he held himself, every muscle coiled tight, ready for violence even though his body was betraying him. His fingers twitched like they were ready to reach for his gun. But you stood your ground.

“I’m not going to ask twice,” you added, eyes narrowing. “You won’t make it out of this room if you don’t let me help.”

For a long, painful moment, he didn’t move. The silence stretched, thick with tension. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, he let his hand drop to his side. A begrudging acceptance. He stepped forward and sank into the chair, the weight of his injuries catching up to him.

You didn’t hesitate. Moving quickly, you grabbed your supplies and knelt beside him, carefully peeling back his jacket to expose the wound. The gash across his side was deep, and there were other cuts and bruises littering his body, evidence of a fight he barely survived.

As you worked, the room fell into a tense quiet, broken only by the sound of his labored breathing. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the mix of blood and sweat clinging to his skin. Your fingers brushed against his flesh, the contact sending an unexpected jolt through you. The air between you seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, thick with something unspoken.

He watched you from behind the mask, his eyes hidden but his presence palpable. You didn’t flinch, didn’t show any reaction to the violence he wore so plainly on his skin. You’d seen worse, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he unsettled you. Still, there was something in the way he sat so still now, the way his body surrendered to your touch, that made the space between you feel... electric.

“You don’t ask questions,” Red Hood said after a while, his voice low, almost conversational now. There was a hint of something behind his words, like he was testing you. “Everyone else does.”

“I’m not everyone else,” you replied simply, not looking up from his wounds as you stitched them closed with quick precision.

He made a noise, somewhere between a grunt and a laugh, though there was no humor in it. “No. I guess you’re not.”

Your hands lingered for a moment longer than necessary as you finished up, the tips of your fingers brushing against the edge of his skin. His body tensed slightly, and you could feel the air shift between you. There was a moment—brief, almost imperceptible—where Red Hood’s guard dropped. His gaze softened behind the mask, as if for just a second, he was letting you see past the armor. Past the walls he had built so high.

But then, just as quickly, it was gone.

Red Hood stood abruptly, wincing as he moved, pulling his jacket back into place. He didn’t say thank you—he wasn’t the type. He didn’t have to. The way his eyes lingered on you, just for a heartbeat longer than they should have, told you everything.

“Don’t expect me to come back,” he muttered as he made his way to the door.

You didn’t respond. You didn’t have to.

He disappeared into the night, and you stood in the quiet aftermath, staring at the blood he left behind on the floor. Something about that encounter stuck with you. It was more than just another wounded vigilante passing through your clinic. It felt like the start of something darker. Something deeper.

A week passed, and you tried not to think about him.

But Gotham had a way of bringing people back into your life whether you wanted them or not. The nights were long, the clinic busy as always, but a part of you found yourself glancing at the door more than you cared to admit. You told yourself it was just a matter of curiosity—nothing more.

Until he returned.

This time, Red Hood didn’t burst in with the same dramatic entrance. He slipped through the door quietly, his presence immediately recognizable despite the effort he seemed to make to go unnoticed. He was wounded again, though not as badly as before. His jacket was torn, blood staining his side, but his steps were more measured, less desperate.

You raised an eyebrow as he stepped into the light, crossing your arms over your chest. “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

His lips twisted into something like a smirk, though there was no humor behind it. “Didn’t have a choice.”

Without waiting for your response, he sat down in the chair again, wincing as he moved. You took a deep breath, grabbing your supplies once more. This time, there was less urgency, but the tension between you had only grown in his absence. As you worked, the silence stretched again, but it wasn’t the same. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air.

“You live like this every night?” you asked after a while, breaking the quiet. “Bleeding all over the city?”

He chuckled, though it was dark and hollow. “It’s Gotham. Bleeding’s part of the job description.”

You glanced up at him, instinctively drawn to where his eyes should be beneath the mask, though you still couldn’t see them. The white lenses covering his eyes remained in place, a barrier between the two of you, preventing you from truly seeing the man beneath. But you could feel his gaze on you, sharp and unwavering, as if he were studying you just as closely.

There was always something about that mask—how it made him unreadable, cold, distant. Yet, in moments like this, when the tension in the room grew thick, you could feel the weight of emotions hidden behind it. The silence stretched on for a beat too long, the sound of your steady breathing filling the space as you tried to ignore the electric pull between you.

“And what job is that, exactly?” you asked, your tone carefully measured. You couldn’t let your curiosity get the better of you, but the question slipped out before you could stop it.

He hesitated for a brief moment, his head tilting slightly as if considering his answer, though the visor obscured any hint of where his gaze fell. "Righting wrongs. Settling scores," he finally said, his voice low and cold. "Call it whatever you want."

The cold finality in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t just talking about Gotham’s criminals. No, there was something more personal in his words. He was talking about himself—his own demons, his own darkness.You didn’t push further. It wasn’t your place, and you knew better than to pry into the shadows he carried. But it didn’t stop you from feeling the weight of it, the sheer force of the rage and pain he carried with him.

“I’ve seen plenty of people come through here with wounds like yours,” you said softly, focusing back on the gash you were stitching up, your hands steady despite the tension in the air. “They usually don’t last long. This city eats people alive.”

His head tilted slightly, and though you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt the intensity of his attention shift back to you. For a moment, the air felt heavier, thicker. His voice, when he finally spoke again, was low, rough. “I’m not most people.”

You couldn’t help the small, bitter smile that tugged at your lips. “No. I guess you’re not.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt charged, like standing on the edge of something dangerous. There was always something about him that made you feel that way, as though you were staring into an abyss and contemplating whether to jump. Maybe you were a danger to each other, a collision waiting to happen.

When you finished patching him up, your fingers lingered, the soft brush of your skin against his as you pulled the gauze into place. This time, he didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, he remained still, the air between you crackling with something unspoken.You glanced up at him again, meeting the featureless gaze of his mask, your breath catching in your throat. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you could feel them on you, feel the tension simmering beneath the surface.

Something was happening between you two—something inevitable, dangerous, and completely out of your control.

Without a word, he stood, pulling his jacket back over his bandaged torso. The movement was sudden, almost abrupt, as if he needed to break the moment before it went any further. He didn’t say goodbye. Didn’t offer any words of gratitude or reassurance.

But you knew he’d be back.

Even as he left, the heavy door of your clinic closing behind him, the presence of him lingered in the room—dark, dangerous, and unmistakably powerful. The pull between you both was undeniable, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was happening between you was far from over.

And it was only a matter of time before that tension snapped.

[orykorioart]

June 2023

How could you forget Lup?

[Image Description: A 5-panel illustrated comic featuring Taako and Lup in a limited color palette of pink, light brown, light red, purple, blue and yellow. Taako is is depicted with light brown skin and dark hair, which he ties behind his back. He wears a purple cloak. Lup is depicted with light brown skin and dark hair, which she ties in front of her. She wears a red cloak.

Panel 1: Young Taako and Lup, on both sides of a pot. Lup is stirring as Taako looks in. Below the panel is captioned with purple text:

“What’s the feeling”

Panel 2: Close-up of young Taako and Lup. You can see half of their face, and they are excitedly talking to each other. Below the panel is captioned with purple text:

“When you have a broken home, home, home?”

Panel 3: Pans down to young Taako and Lup’s torso. They are standing close to each other, indicating that they are holding hands. Below the panel is captioned, text in purple:

“Where’s the love when you were left on your own”

Panel 4: Taako’s hand, wearing the Bureau of Balance bracer. His hand is relaxed, but alone. There is a brief out line of Lup’s hand, reaching out for his. Below the panel is captioned with purple text:

“So alone”

Panel 5: Taako is standing center-frame, and you can only see the bottom half of his face and his torso. There is a single tear rolling down his cheek, his mouth slightly agape. He is grasping the Umbrastaff tightly in one hand, holding it close to his chest. There is a faint outline of a hand on his shoulder. Below the panel is captioned with red text:

“Who said you’re on your own?” End ID]

[the-iceni-bitch]

Through Every Forest

V/V: Run

Relationship: dark!Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega!Fem reader

Words: ~4.8k

Summary: Will Curtis finally make you his?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral, p in v, knotting, kinda acrobatic 69), Omegaverse, possessive Curtis, primal kink, mentions of non con activities, rut and heat, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!

A/N: The finale! Our insane babes have feelings? Curtis is a whole fucking meal. I’m just so happy they’re getting the ending they deserve and hope y’all enjoy!

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You groaned when you woke up, your wounds still sore even though it had been almost two weeks. But then you felt Curtis’s heart beating under your cheek, your eyes fluttering open so you could gaze at his face. He had spent every night with you since your last disaster of a hunt, and most of his days as well except when he had to take meetings, gently helping you as you recovered from your injuries.

But he was still angry, growling each time he had to leave you and deal with the rich, entitled assholes his operation catered to. They were making him rich, but after the fiasco of your last hunt he trusted the dicks who paid him even less. Even the fact that he had rooted out Bryce and gotten rid of the rebellious elements of his organization didn’t help his mood, Carter being the only Alpha he would trust anywhere near you.

The only thing that could make him feel any better was you, being close to you and knowing that you were safe keeping him more happy than he would ever admit. You were his now, no one else deserved you or could handle you. He was sick of pretending otherwise, even though he was still grumpy about it.

It was hard to stay grumpy when he woke up to the feeling of your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock though, groaning before he even opened his eyes and resting his hand on your head. Once he was fully awake he looked down at you, chuckling at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his sensitive head. You hummed when he stroked your cheek gently before gripping the back of your head and forcing himself down your throat, gagging and drooling all over him as you gave him a reproachful look.

“Don’t you fucking glare at me, little girl.” He popped you on the cheek once before fucking up into your mouth again, grinding against your face and purring when when he felt your nails digging into his hair-covered thighs. “Acting like you don’t love this shit when I can smell that little pussy drooling like a bitch.”

You just rolled your eyes while you swallowed around him, breathing through your nose when he started fucking your throat in earnest. He was right, you did love this. Your pussy was throbbing and clenching while his cock filled your mouth and stretched your lips until they stung, your jaw aching from being forced open so wide for such a long time. Then he yanked on your hair and wrapped his free hand around your neck and you moaned around him, choking when he squeezed until your throat constricted around his thick cock.

“That’s a good little ‘mega, fucking Christ.” Curtis grunted and threw his head back when you swallowed around him, his hips grinding against your face as he kept gripping your throat to make your muscles tighten around his dick. “You’re gonna let me knot that pretty mouth, aren’t you baby girl?”

Even though you couldn’t answer him he could see in your eyes you would, that you wanted it. Your tongue slid along his shaft as you slobbered all over him and yourself, and you could have sighed when his fingers massaged your scalp as he pushed your head up and down on his cock. His precum ran down your throat as he let you bring him closer, his voice leaving him in a low growl when you brought a hand up to play with his balls.

He couldn’t get enough of watching you like this, of knowing how much you enjoyed being used by him. It’s what let him know you were the only one who deserved him, just like he was the only one who deserved you. The two of you were made for each other, both of you vicious and primal, survivors of the circumstances life threw at you who made the best of your respective situations. And all he wanted was to make sure you never had to survive anything else.

When you squeezed his balls he bit his lip, his eyes heavily lidded as he watched your wide stretched lips grip his cock. He could feel himself starting to swell, his balls pulling tight and his knot inflating while he fixed his gaze on yours. You gagged when he squeezed your throat so tight you couldn’t breathe, your blood rushing in your ears and your vision going blurry as your cunt clenched and fluttered around nothing.

Curtis bit off a roar when he shot his thick, hot cum down your throat, his hips jerking against your face while his knot locked him behind your teeth. You swallowed every drop eagerly, your eyes bright as you laved your tongue all over him and watched his face contort in bliss. Every time you made him come you knew you would kill any Omega who tried to take him from you, no weak little bitch could ever do for him what you could. If only he would actually fuck you.

“My good girl, c’mere little one.” Curtis snorted when you just whined around his knot as he leaned down and grabbed your hips, keeping your head in his lap while he lifted your body off the bed until your ass was resting against his chest and your legs were hooked over his broad shoulders. “Good thing you’re so flexible, filly, makes everything I want to do to you that much easier. Watch your fucking teeth.”

You choked when he shoved fingers from both hands inside your pussy and pulled your clenching walls apart, his tongue pushing inside you and lapping up your slick like he had been walking in the desert for a week and you were his oasis. His beard rubbed at your folds until they were raw, your clit throbbing against his upper lip while he rubbed the inside of your pussy even as he swirled his tongue inside you. When he pulled back and spat on your cunt you shivered, your throat constricting around his cock when he smeared it all over your soft lips with the calloused pads of his fingers.

Curtis groaned against your skin when your tongue started running all over his cock again, kissing your pussy almost reverently before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. Even though he couldn’t see your face he could feel the pleasure coursing through you, your body shivering in his arms while his tongue pressed inside you once more. He had to pull away from you when you moaned around him, though, his knot swelling even more as he shot another load down your spasming throat.

“Goddamn, you just wanna have a knot in your mouth all fucking day, huh girl?” Curtis smiled and bit the inside of your thigh when you just whimpered in response, smacking your cunt and grunting when it made you let out a muffled squeal. “C’mon little one, don’t have the time to keep your mouth stuffed full, no matter how good you feel. Gimme a big one.”

He started rubbing your cunt viciously, his other arm wrapped around your waist and holding you tightly to his body while you gushed slick all over him. When he slapped your pussy again you choked as you tried to scream around his knot, your back arching and your toes curling when he kept spanking your sensitive flesh until you were soaked. You were so close, your chest heaving with ragged breaths as you struggled to control yourself even as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Three fingers plunged inside you and pressed against that perfect spot and you screamed, your entire body going stiff as you came apart at the seams. Curtis laughed softly when you squirted all over his face, dragging his tongue over you slowly to lick you clean as you kept quivering in his arms. It took another minute for his knot to go down enough for him to slide out of your mouth, and you moaned when he turned your body so you were sitting in his lap with your cheek pressed against his chest. You sighed when he scented the top of your head, letting your eyes fall closed as his hand ran over your spine while he looked out the window.

“How does your thigh feel today, filly?” Curtis kissed your hair and gently touched the scar on your side, smiling when you didn’t flinch. “You gonna be up for a longer walk?”

“Yeah.” You hummed when you felt his heart beating under your cheek. “No cane today.”

“Fucking stubborn… fine.” He had been trying so hard not to baby you after you were shot, but he couldn’t help but still feel guilty for putting you in a situation where you had been injured. “Just make sure you eat all your food and take your pain meds.”

You still let him help you walk to the table once a Beta brought your breakfast in, leaning on his arm then sitting in his lap so he could keep an eye on you. Even though he wasn’t babying you, he still refused to let you out of his reach, never wanting you more than an arm’s length away so he could ensure he was there to catch you if you fell. Once you had finished your breakfast he helped with your stretches, calling you his good girl when you just groaned at him pressing your knee to your chest before massaging your thigh. Your walk was slow, especially without the cane, and you still hadn’t gotten used to being allowed to roam the grounds without a collar and leash. Curtis smiled at you when you held onto his arm and looked up at him, letting you rest when you reached the fence at the edge of the compound.

“Do you have meetings today?” Your leg was throbbing a little but you tried not to let it show, leaning your cheek against his arm and shivering when an autumn breeze blew through the trees.

“Just one.” Hopefully his last one for a while. “And you have a checkup, so no bitching about being left all by yourself.”

You snorted when he started to lead you back to the compound, scenting his chest and sighing as his fingers ran over your spine. He kissed you before he left you in the medical center, his hand gripping the back of your neck and his fingers pressing against your gland until you were sighing into his mouth. Curtis nodded to the Beta doctor before leaving you, reluctance written all over his face when he moved back down the hall to his offices.

The doctor was gentle but thorough as he examined you, helping you stretch your limbs and making sure your mobility was still doing well as you recovered from being shot. In spite of some residual stiffness you were doing well, and he gave you the go ahead to stop using the cane which you couldn’t be more pleased about. He did warn you that with your heat coming up in a few weeks you needed to be careful about not over exerting yourself, but aside from taking a blood sample he was fine sending you back to your quarters.

Curtis’s meeting went well also, managing to land the whale after promising him a once in a lifetime opportunity and shaking his hand. His own visit to the med center went as expected, but he still had a slight frown on his face when he went back to your rooms. He just hoped you would be understanding about what he had to do.

“Hey honey.” When you were stretching when he walked in he smiled, helping you to your feet and cradling your face in his hands as he gazed into your eyes. “You look good, like you’re feeling better.”

“I am.” You could smell the change in him, like he was stressed about something. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re too fucking observant for your own good.” Curtis grumbled before bending to rest his forehead against yours. “I… shit. I have to leave for two weeks.”

“What?!” You hissed and grabbed his shirt when he tried to pull back, the look in your eyes full of distress. “The fuck you are. Where are you going?”

“That’s not important.” He hated that expression on your face, but he couldn’t stay. Curtis set his jaw and wrapped his hand around your throat, pressing his thumb against your carotid and growling until you started to relax. “This isn’t a punishment, and my people will still be reporting to me, so no throwing your fucking tantrums or I’ll take it out on your ass when I’m back.”

“You fucking bastard.” You groaned when he slapped you, wheezing when he squeezed your neck tighter and pulled you close to scent your hair. “I can’t believe you’re abandoning me, after everything…”

“I told you, I’m not abandoning you.” Curtis couldn’t stop himself from kissing you deeply, winding his arms around you and sighing when you purred against his lips. “I’ll be back, don’t be a fucking bitch the whole time I’m gone, be my good girl.”

“Wait, Curtis…” You dragged him back to you and kissed him again, just restraining yourself from climbing into his arms. “You promise you’ll be back?”

“Of course.” He rubbed your mating gland and frowned when you gave him a pathetic expression. “You’re mine now, I’m not leaving you. Just keep being good for me.”

You tried not to whine when he finally left your shared rooms, hating the disgusting, needy feeling that was sitting in your chest. That feeling didn’t go away the next day, or the day after that. But you still wanted to be good, he had to be coming back. He was the only one you trusted, the only one who made you feel safe. So you ate all your meals, and did all of your physical therapy exercises. You even let Carter walk you around the compound to make sure your mobility was continuing to improve. It wasn’t the same without him, though. Every night when you tried to fall asleep all you could think about was how cold the bed was without Curtis.

Two weeks passed so slowly without him. You should have hated how upset you were when he wasn’t with you, but all you could feel was lonely. It was even worse that your heat snuck up on you a week early, making you moan and whine as cramps made you double over and slick stain your thighs. When the sun began setting on the fourteenth day you started when Carter came into your rooms unannounced, frowning when he held up a white silk shift and looked at you expectantly.

“What is that for?” You shivered and groaned in your nest when he came closer, gripping one of Curtis’s shirts tightly when another cramp wracked you. “I’m not supposed to do hunts anymore.”

“It’s from Curtis.” Carter sighed, not enjoying the subterfuge so matter how necessary it was. “I’m going to take you to see him. He asked you to trust him.”

“You… alright.” You scowled and plucked the shift from his grip, waiting until he turned around to take off your sweats and put on the nightie. “If this is some kind of trick I’ll fucking kill the both of you.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He chuckled when you just sniffed at him and let him lead you out of your quarters. “That’s why you’re the boss’s girl.”

You found your face heating up when he called you Curtis’s girl. It was stupid, but with how damn hormonal you were you felt flattered. The two of you didn’t talk while he drove you out towards the hunting grounds, your anxiety starting to go up when you saw a collection of bright lights centered on a clearing right in front of the lodge. Another cramp hit you and you whined, shivering in the cool night air and grateful that Carter was on suppressants so you didn’t have to worry about that on top of everything else.

One of Curtis’s Alphas was speaking to a group of strange Alphas on the lodge’s balcony, and you could see Betas moving through the group as they took bets. In front of them was a cage, and you could hear the speaker going over the Prime Alpha specimen and you felt your blood freeze. The scent of his rut hit you and you doubled over when your cunt throbbed, snarling at Carter when he parked the jeep.

“What’s going on?” You tried to pull away when Carter took your arm and started to pull you towards the clearing but he was too strong. “Is this a fucking joke?”

“No.” Carter shook his head when he thrust you under the lights. “It was his idea.”

You whined when you saw Curtis in the cage prowling around like a dangerous animal. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were wild, and you’d never smelled a rut so potent. Every instinct you had was begging you to submit, to bend over and present to him so he could knot you and get rid of the fever and pain that was torturing you. The sight of him restrained like that was killing you, making you reach out to him until he slammed against the bars.

“I can fucking smell you.” His voice was a vicious growl, sending a vibration through your whole body that made you whimper. “I’m gonna pin you down and fuck you like a bitch until my pup’s in your belly.”

“You rat bastard.” Being so close to him while both of you were victim to your primal urges was making you lose yourself, suddenly pressing your body against the bars and keening when he did the same with a snarl. “You left me by myself just so you could mate me for a fucking audience? I should kill you.”

“You can try, ‘Mega.” He wanted to lick you everywhere, you smelled so fucking good, making his hard cock throb painfully until he had to practically hump the bar he was leaning against. “Don’t think it’s gonna go your way. Besides, not like I could stay around that ripe fucking cunt for two weeks while my suppressants wore off without fucking you senseless.”

“Not my fault you wanted to turn into a fucking caveman.” Your body was screaming at you to give yourself to the Alpha, to present, to breed. You’d never felt anything like it, mewling and keening while you scented the bars right in front of his chest. “You could’ve told me what the fuck was going on.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Curtis rammed into the bars again and rumbled when you tilted your head back so he could see your swollen gland, licking his lips as he thought about what it was going to feel like when he finally knotted you. “Goddamn, I can’t wait to breed that little pussy. You’d better run for your fucking life, bitch.”

The two of you kept snarling at each other and grinding against the bars of his cage, your eyes blown wide with desire and need as your skin itched to be pressed against each other. Then the shot went off and you gave him one more smile, biting your lip before turning on your heels and sprinting into the woods. You didn’t even want to bother trying to find a hiding place, you just wanted to run. You wanted him to chase you down and catch you and pin you to the ground while he claimed you. Your blood was up, the moon was bright as it shone through the trees, and you wanted to give in to the wild instincts that were coursing through your veins.

There was no point in trying to be careful, so you let your body crash through the brush as branches whipped against your face and arms, leaving your blood on the sharp wood as they scraped and scratched your skin. After twenty minutes of running you heard a howl and almost collapsed when an enormous cramp made your core clench, your breath coming heavily as you fought through the pain and kept running. You could hear the trees groaning and shaking far away, knowing that he was drawing closer by the second and pumping your limbs even faster until your lungs were burning.

Curtis snarled viciously when he caught your scent, ripping a branch off one of the trees and throwing it aside after it slashed across his chest. He didn’t even feel the sting, completely consumed by the unquenchable lust that was filling his body. Your scent was calling to him like a beacon, your trail so clear he could have found you with his eyes closed. You were so close, and you were his. The fact that he had waited so long to claim you seemed stupid now when he was lost in a haze of pure want for you and the pups you would give him.

The air changed, and there you were. Both of you smelled each other at the same time, pausing to gaze at each other for just a moment before Curtis roared and you took off again. He chuckled when he heard you whimper, leaping over a fallen tree and stretching his legs to their limit so he could catch you. You were quick, but so was he, with longer limbs and not wracked by the constant pain you were as your heat tried to drive you to submit to him.

When he caught you you yelped, panting heavily as the two of you tumbled to the forest floor and he wound his body with yours in a tangle of limbs. Curtis shredded the delicate fabric of your shift with a snarl before he started scenting you obsessively, his lips meeting yours for only a moment then his face was buried in your neck. You could feel slick leaking down the insides of your thighs when he dragged his nose over your throat, your pussy throbbing as he breathed deeply and growled before moving to rub his face against your soft breasts. He chuffed when he lifted your arm so he could breathe in where you were most potent, making you shudder when he licked the smooth skin of your armpits then began biting his way down your stomach.

Curtis let out a deep growl and rolled you onto your stomach, biting your ass and barring his massive arm across the small of your back when you tried to wriggle away from him. He buried his face between your legs and started lapping up your slick, groaning at your taste while you quivered at his touch. As soon as he sat back up you presented for him, panting while you arched your back and bent your knees under your body.

“That’s a good little bitch.” Curtis ran his nose up your spine until his body was caging yours in, reaching down between the two of you to undo his fly while he licked your gland. “Gonna breed the fuck out of this little pussy, you’re mine.”

As soon as he shoved his cock inside you he sank his teeth into your gland and made you scream. His hands were braced on either side of your head as he began to rut into you, his voice rough each time he grunted against your skin. He was stretching you so wide it almost hurt, but you loved it. You dug your fingers into the soft earth when he started moving faster inside you, whining and biting your lip while his hips drove your body into the ground.

Curtis threw his head back and howled when you clenched around him and gasped as your first orgasm ripped through you. Your blood was filling his mouth and he’d never felt more alive, tangling his fingers with yours where your hands were braced against the forest floor. His breath came in heavy grunts as he kept fucking you in deep strokes, your body trembling as another gush of slick was pushed out of you by his fat cock. When he leaned back down to lick your neck you mewled, tilting your head to the side so he could suck on your new mark and lap it clean.

“Say it.” He nuzzled at your hair and crooned when you keened for him, his cock pummeling your swollen, wet pussy until he was soaked in your juices. “Say you’re mine.”

“Curtis…” You whimpered when he bit your ear and squeezed your hands with his. “I’m yours.”

“Fucking right you’re mine.” Curtis wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground, swallowing your sharp gasp when he pulled out of you so he could pin you against a tree. “Just mine.”

You wailed when his thick cock penetrated you again, the rough bark of the tree scraping your back as he hammered into you. His breath was hot against your neck as he pressed his body close to yours, chuffing in your ear while your pussy stretched and flexed around him. When you dug your nails into the bunching muscles of his back he groaned, driving deeper and grinning when you gave him a satisfying cry.

The look in his eyes was wild when he rested his forehead against yours, his fingers gripping your waist so tight they were going to bruise. You knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. You needed it, and him. You were never letting him go.

Curtis snarled when you bit his gland at the same time you squirted all over his cock, taking one hand off your waist so he could punch the tree right next to your head so hard the wood cracked. When the bond opened up you both groaned, the intensity of your shared emotions crashing around you as you smashed your lips together. His tongue curled against yours when you wound your arms around his neck, his knot starting to swell as his balls pulled tight.

The bond confirmed that the two of you possessed each other completely, your savage, primal instincts flooding your systems as you lost yourselves in each other. Curtis’s drool was running down your chin while he kissed you sloppily, making you moan as he kept his cock sheathed to the hilt and ground against your swollen clit until you shuddered. Your cunt clenched around him and he roared, his eyes screwing shut as he felt himself teetering on the edge of his peak.

You sobbed when his knot fully inflated and locked him inside you, letting him hold you up while his thick, warm cum flooded your womb. Both of you growled into each other’s mouths while you stayed pressed together, your eyes drinking each other up. Curtis kept rolling his body against yours as you both rode your pleasure out, wanting nothing so much as to keep you full of him for the next four days. Then the sound of one of the drones filled your ears and you hissed when a sharp stinging pain hit your neck. You saw a dart hit Curtis right before you blacked out, your body slumping against his.

When you woke up you were in a strange room, the window looking out at the empty woods where red and gold leaves were falling. You purred when you realized someone had transferred your nest to wherever you were, rubbing your face against one of Curtis’s shirts before rolling over to find him beside you. As soon as he felt you stir he opened his eyes and crawled on top of you, grunting when he just thrust inside you again immediately.

“Ah, fuck.” You moaned when he started to fuck you, your mouth falling open when he grabbed your neck and turned your face so he could lick into your mouth. “Where are we?”

“My cabin.” He drove deep and chuckled when your eyes rolled back in your head. “Had them knock us out so we didn’t rip them apart when they tried to move us. God, you feel so fucking good.”

“I know… shit.” You gripped his shirt tightly when his hips picked up speed, panting into his mouth while your pussy fluttered around him. “Don’t stop.”

“Mine. All fucking mine.” Curtis kissed you deeply and smiled against your lips when you moaned for him. “Anyone touches you again and I’ll rip their fucking spines out.”

“And if you ever go back to any of those whimpering bitches,” You bit his bottom lip until you tasted blood. “I’ll cut your dick off.”

“Good girl.” He growled and started grinding into you again, gripping the hair at the base of your skull and yanking your head back so he could lick your throat. “Don’t want any other bitch, just you and this sweet little cunt. You’re done running.”

[aquarius-cookie-jar]

Just move Choco. You don't gotta sit there if it's too dark /j

[mxwhore]

first batch of request doodles, featuring the most creature ever <3

[polaris-stuff]

What are your favourite TSAMS ships?

Good morning, anon! ✨💖 Hmm, well, some of my favorite ships are too obvious, I mean, I draw them very often! But let's see:

Solarnexus - Solar x Nexus (ofc, i love them sm, they make me so fucking happy)

Nexus x Eclipse

Solar x Eclipse

Dark Sun x Nexus

Nexus x Solar x Eclipse x Dark Sun (The supreme polycule)

Sunchips - Sun x Eclipse

ShadowPlanet - Earth x Eclipse (babieees)

BM x Lunar

Solar x Sun

Lord Eclipse x Servant Sun (Love through divine worship, my favorite)

Spaniard x Sun

KC x Ruin

Ruin x BM (they are so toxic)

I also like Lumini (Lunar x Gemini) to a certain extent but more in the fanon I create for myself, I have to draw them more

I think that's all! Tysm for the ask, anon! I hope you have a nice day!!💖✨

[derangedrhythms]

Dorothy Parker, Enough Rope; from 'Lullaby'

[bredforloyalty]

what i've heard is that this one was not written with child sexual abuse in mind but oh my fucking god

[benisbeaaaaans]

Some art trades I did on Twitter

[librababe99]

Vigilante's Lullaby |Part Three|

cw: MDNI, 18+, Jason Todd, Gender Neutral Reader, angst, melancholy, light smut, hurt no comfort, slow burn word count: 2.9K

Summary: In the dead of night, Jason slips into your apartment, seeking solace in the only place that gives him peace—your arms. With each visit, the line between passion and desperation blurs, as both of you cling to the fleeting moments where the world and its darkness fade away. How long can love survive when both of you are standing on the edge of oblivion?

A/N: While I love angst and slow burn, I felt that adding a bit of love between the two could brighten things up. Even if it's just temporary...we're only preventing the inevitable. Also feel free to comment, like and reblog!

(Part One) (Part Two) (DC Masterlist)  (Part Four)

The first time Jason had slipped into your apartment, it was out of necessity—another injury that needed tending, another mission that had gone sideways. At first, he’d only come for the quiet safety of your place, the familiar comfort of your hands mending him in the dead of night. But that was months ago.

Somewhere along the way, the visits changed. They grew more frequent, and you started noticing he didn’t always arrive with fresh bruises or bandaged cuts. He began to come without a word, slipping in through your window and climbing into your bed as if he belonged there. The injuries weren’t the only wounds he needed healing.

Tonight was no different.

The soft click of the window opening barely registered in your sleep. Jason’s familiar presence melted into the room, his shadow crossing the threshold and approaching the bed with a quiet urgency. The slight creak of the floorboards barely stirred you, but there was no mistaking the tension that came with him—the kind of heaviness that clung to his every movement, even when he was trying to be gentle.

You stirred, opening your eyes to the familiar sight of him standing there, tall and brooding. His gaze met yours in the faint light from the street, his expression dark, unreadable. For a moment, neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to.

Jason’s eyes flickered, and he crossed the room in a few swift steps, dropping his weight onto the mattress beside you. His shoulders, always tight with barely restrained tension, softened slightly as your body shifted closer to his. Without a word, he slid under the blankets, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him like he was holding on for dear life.

You could feel the tremor in his breath as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. It wasn’t the first time he had sought refuge in your arms, but tonight there was something more—something rawer, more desperate than usual. His fingers dug into your hip, his touch heavier, more insistent than the nights before.

His body heat seeped into you as his lips brushed against your skin, barely a whisper. But even that faint touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting something deep inside you that had been lingering beneath the surface for far too long. The tension between you was always there, simmering just below the surface, waiting to spill over.

And tonight, it felt like that dam was about to break.

“Rough night?” you asked softly, though you already knew the answer. It was always a rough night for Jason.

His only response was a low hum, his breath ghosting over your neck as his hand moved from your waist to your back, tracing slow, deliberate patterns against your skin. His touch was both gentle and possessive, his fingers pressing into you like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

He didn’t come to talk. He never did, not really. There was a comfort in the silence, in the way he could lose himself in you without having to explain. It was a fragile intimacy, one that both of you clung to in the quiet moments, where the outside world ceased to exist, if only for a few precious hours.

Without a word, you turned in his arms, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms. His heart pounded against your touch, a quiet reminder of everything he tried to bury beneath the surface. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the darkness, and the weight of unspoken things hung between you.

You pressed a hand to his cheek, your thumb brushing over the faint bruise beneath his eye. “You’re here,” you whispered, a statement more than a question.

Jason’s gaze softened for a brief moment, his hand covering yours as he leaned into your touch. “Yeah,” he rasped, his voice low and rough. “I’m here.”

It was the only reassurance you needed. For tonight, he was with you. For tonight, you could forget about the darkness waiting for him outside those walls.

But it was never enough. Not for Jason.

His lips found yours before you could say another word, the kiss urgent, almost frantic. There was nothing gentle about it—his mouth moved against yours with a raw intensity, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn’t say into that one act. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the desperation in his touch, in the way his fingers dug into your skin as if he was afraid you might slip away from him.

You responded in kind, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down to you. The kiss deepened, and Jason’s hands were everywhere—roaming over your body with a hunger that left you breathless. His touch was rough, unrestrained, and you could feel the heat radiating from him as his body pressed against yours.

You gasped against his mouth as his lips trailed down your jaw, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you, and his hands slid up your thighs, gripping you firmly as if he was anchoring himself to you. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a lifeline—like he was grounding himself in the feel of your body beneath his.

"Jason," you breathed, your voice catching as his hand slid beneath your shirt, the rough pads of his fingers trailing over your bare skin. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

He groaned softly against your neck, his breath hot and heavy as his hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the curve of your breast. The weight of his body against yours, the feel of his hands exploring every inch of you, made it hard to think, hard to breathe. All you could do was feel.

Jason’s lips returned to yours, his kiss demanding, possessive. His tongue parted your lips, sliding against yours with a kind of hunger that bordered on desperation. You could taste the salt of sweat on his skin, the faint metallic tang of blood, and something deeper—something that was purely Jason. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and you found yourself arching against him, your hands roaming over the broad planes of his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his skin.

He pulled away just long enough to yank your shirt over your head, his breath ragged as he took you in, his gaze dark and burning with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. His hands moved to your hips, sliding down to your thighs as he pressed you into the mattress, his body hovering over yours. There was a fire in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before—something raw and untamed.

Without a word, Jason’s lips were on you again, trailing down your chest, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he kissed his way down your stomach. Your breath hitched, your fingers clutching the sheets as his mouth moved lower, the heat of his breath sending shockwaves through your body. Every kiss, every touch, was electric, and you felt yourself losing control, the tension building inside you until it was almost unbearable.

Jason’s hands slid beneath the waistband of your pants, and he tugged them down in one swift motion, his eyes dark and predatory as he looked up at you. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. He wanted you, needed you, and you could feel it in every touch, every kiss. His mouth descended on you again, and you gasped, your body arching as his lips found your most sensitive spot.

The world outside ceased to exist. There was only Jason—his touch, his lips, the feel of him against you, inside you. The rest of the night passed in a blur of tangled sheets and whispered breaths, the two of you losing yourselves in each other over and over again.

And when it was over, when the darkness finally crept back in, Jason held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he could keep the world at bay for just a little longer.

For tonight, he was yours.

But deep down, you both knew that the darkness was waiting. Waiting to pull him away, waiting to swallow him whole.

The silence after felt fragile, as if the peace between you could shatter with the slightest noise. Jason’s arm was draped over you, heavy and protective, as you lay together in the tangled mess of sheets and shared breath. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath your cheek, the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat a soothing reminder that, for now, he was still here—still yours, even if only for this fleeting moment.

You ran your fingers lightly over his chest, tracing the faint scars that marked his skin. Each one told a story—of battles fought, of dangers faced, of a man who carried the weight of too many ghosts on his shoulders. You wanted to ask him about them, to understand the parts of Jason that he kept buried deep within, but you knew better. He rarely spoke about the past, about the things that haunted him. Instead, he carried it with him like a second skin, something you could only glimpse in moments like this, when the walls between you were down.

He shifted slightly, his arm tightening around you as if sensing your thoughts. Jason’s lips brushed against your temple, a soft, almost absent-minded gesture that made your heart ache. There was a tenderness in the way he held you now, a stark contrast to the desperation that had consumed you both earlier.

“I wish I could stay like this,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but the words hung heavy in the air.

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were half-lidded, dark and tired, but there was something else there too—something vulnerable that he rarely let anyone see. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, lingering on your cheek as he studied you, as if trying to memorize every detail.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered, though you knew that wasn’t true. Jason always had to go. The darkness outside was calling him, pulling him back into a world that you couldn’t follow.

He let out a soft, bitter laugh, his hand dropping back to your waist. “You know I can’t stay,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. “I’m not built for this.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, wanting to argue, to tell him that he was wrong—that he deserved this, that he deserved peace, happiness. But the words wouldn’t come. Deep down, you knew he believed that leaving was the only way to protect you. Jason had spent so long living in the shadows, wrapped in violence and vengeance, that he couldn’t imagine a life without it.

You wanted to tell him you didn’t care about the danger, that you were willing to take the risk to be with him. But the truth was, Jason was a storm—wild, uncontrollable, and destined to burn out. And no matter how much you loved him, you couldn’t save him from that.

“Then stay for a little longer,” you whispered, your fingers brushing against his jaw as you leaned in to kiss him. It was soft, tender, a plea disguised as affection. “Just… for tonight.”

Jason closed his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly as he leaned into the kiss. His hand slid up your back, pulling you closer as he kissed you deeply, his lips moving against yours with a slowness that broke your heart. This wasn’t the same frantic passion that had consumed you earlier; this was something different—something that felt final, like a goodbye neither of you could bring yourselves to say.

“I don’t deserve you,” Jason whispered against your lips, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hand resting on his cheek as your thumb traced the curve of his jaw. “That’s not for you to decide,” you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady even as your heart twisted painfully in your chest.

Jason’s eyes opened, and for a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, his hands gentle as they cradled your face.

“I’m no good for you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t give you what you need.”

You shook your head, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over. “You don’t have to,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I just need you.”

The truth of those words hung between you like a fragile thread, and for a moment, Jason didn’t move. He just held you, his breath shaky, his fingers trembling slightly against your skin. You could feel the war raging inside him, the push and pull between the man he wanted to be and the man he believed he was.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted quietly, his voice raw and vulnerable in a way you had never heard before. “I don’t know how to be with someone like you. Someone good.”

The sadness in his voice broke something inside you, and you reached up, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was soft, slow, and full of all the things you couldn’t say. You kissed him like you could somehow pour all your love, all your hope, into him—like you could show him that he didn’t need to be perfect, that you didn’t care about the scars or the darkness that haunted him.

Jason kissed you back, but there was a hesitance in his touch, a lingering doubt that you couldn’t shake. His hands roamed your body with a tenderness that felt almost foreign, as if he was trying to be gentle with something he didn’t believe he deserved. And it only made your heart ache more.

“I don’t need you to be anything but yourself,” you whispered against his lips, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. “That’s all I want.”

For a long moment, Jason didn’t respond. He just held you, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged and uneven. You could feel the conflict in him, the part of him that wanted to stay fighting against the part of him that believed he didn’t deserve this—that he didn’t deserve you.

But then, slowly, he nodded, his grip tightening around you as if he had finally made a decision. He kissed you again, deeper this time, and the tension between you seemed to melt away, replaced by a quiet sense of understanding.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of whispered words and shared touches. Jason’s hands were softer now, his movements more deliberate, as if he was trying to savor every moment with you. There was a quiet intensity to it, a sense that this was all he could offer you, and that he wanted to make it last.

And you let him.

For hours, the two of you existed in that quiet, intimate space, the world outside forgotten as Jason poured himself into you—body and soul. His kisses were slow, his hands gentle, and you could feel the weight of everything unsaid in the way he touched you, in the way he held you close as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

But even as you lost yourselves in each other, you knew the dawn was coming. You knew that eventually, Jason would have to leave—that the world outside would come crashing back in, and the fragile peace between you would shatter.

But for now, for these fleeting moments, you were enough.

As the first light of morning began to filter through the curtains, Jason stirred beside you. His arm tightened around your waist, and he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

“I should go,” he murmured, though he made no move to leave.

You nodded, even though you wanted to beg him to stay. You both knew he couldn’t. But that didn’t make it any easier.

Jason pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. There was something different in his gaze now—something softer, more open. It wasn’t quite hope, but it was close.

“I’ll be back,” he said quietly, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that hung between you.

You smiled, a sad, knowing smile. “I’ll be here.”

He kissed you one last time—soft, lingering, and full of promises that neither of you could make. And then, with a reluctant sigh, he slipped out of bed, gathering his clothes in the quiet dawn.

You watched him go, your heart heavy with the knowledge that this wouldn’t last. Jason was a storm, and no matter how much you wanted to be his calm, you couldn’t stop him from being who he was. But you could hold onto these moments, these nights when he let you in, when the darkness was kept at bay for just a little while.

And as he disappeared into the early morning light, you pulled the blankets tighter around you, holding onto the warmth he had left behind.

Because for now, that was enough.

Taglist: @arisa191

[alexandraisyes]

holds up the common transfem nexus headcanon to you, but adds in multiple ship flavors to it this time

with solarnexus they'd be working on shit together in P&S and then nexus would blurt out "dude i think im a woman." and solar would fumble the reaction so hard. not in like a bad way, but in like a "woah good for you man. fuck, woman-". and then after a bit of nexus coming out to the rest of the family, solar would literally sew shit for her. or at least modify any feminine clothes she liked and then surprise her with it. he made her a skirt one time and she almost Cried

with eclipsexus i feel like they'd be stress smoking together or smtn on a rooftop at 2 in the morning, and nexus would be venting and trail off into coming out like "and so i did *all that*, and not to mention that im pretty sure im a fucking *girl* but why would that even matter right no-" "-youre a girl??" "...shit-" cue eclipse (respectfully) prodding for more information, and whenever nexus tells him her preferred pronouns n shit he just locks in so fast. "keep my wifes name OUT OF YOUR MOUTH." to anyone who even Tries to misgender/insult her. also would be down to help get nexus a new effeminate body so he can get a face-full when getting hugged i mean What

aaand last one that comes to mine, nexus and dark sun. instead of nexus telling D.S, D.S just figures it out when he sees her in her new body. he takes a moment, looks her up and down, says something like "she/her? she/they? any?" and after getting his answer, he leaves, going to change what was originally him buying him and nexus matching james from team rocket outfits, to instead buying matching jessie and james outfits kjdfshsdjf

SHE IS A WOMAN IT IS CANON AS HELL.

He's boyfriend supreme. #1 boyfriend. He's her malewife. He cooks and cleans while she does her science stuff.

Eclipse would 😩. No one is disrespecting his wife on his watch. Also, the last part, I'm wheezing-

JESSIE AND JAMES OUTFITS AWWW THEYRE SUCH NERDS OH MY GOD

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Through Every Forest

Chapter IV: Don’t Break

Relationship: Alpha!Curtis Everett x Omega!fem reader

Words: 5.3k

Summary: Curtis might have found a new way for you to make him money.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! explicit language, explicit sexual content (flogging with a belt, fisting, f receiving oral sex, almost non-con penetration, exhibitionism), Omegaverse, dark to soft!dark Alpha Curtis, protectiveness, possessiveness, violence, mentions of minor medical procedures, character death, Alpha fight, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: It’s here!! Only took me forever but they’re back and maybe feeling things?

You whined when you opened your eyes as the sun filtered through the window in your room, sweating and shivering now that the fever from your heat had broken. Curtis woke too when he felt you rouse, his chest rumbling pleasantly under your cheek when you curled closer to him and pulled the blankets tighter around the both of you.

He had barely left your rooms since he brought you back from your last hunt, bathing with you and sleeping with you and letting you press your naked body close to his while he made you come over and over with his fingers. His men were unhappy with the situation, growing restless and grumbling every time they brought him some problem and he made them come into the room so you didn’t have to leave his lap while he fixed whatever issue there was. But he didn’t care, admonishing them that you were their money maker, and if he had to spoil you some so be it.

“Time to wake up.” He chuckled when you just growled at him, scenting your hair and kissing your temple while you tried to burrow further under the blankets. “C’mon girl, I have a fucking meeting I have to go to.”

“You mean you’re going to see one of those sluts.” You looked pissed when you let him crawl out from under you. The only times he had left you at all during your heat were when he had to get his knot taken care of. It didn’t matter how many times you offered to let him use your hands or your mouth, he just muttered some stupid shit about how selling you when you smelled like prime Alpha cum would be a disaster and went off to shove his cock inside some weak little bitch. He did enjoy when he came back from getting his dick wet, though, when you would scent him obsessively and snarl like a little hellcat while you hissed about him wasting his time with slits who weren’t even worth bonding.

“No, I have a fucking meeting.” Curtis gripped your chin and grunted when you just rolled your eyes, popping you once on the cheek in admonishment before pulling you out of bed and making you sit at the table to eat your breakfast. “Don’t be a fucking bitch about me lining up new assholes for you to try to rip apart.”

You just huffed, taking a grudging bite of your oatmeal and glaring at him sullenly. His grin got even wider when the door opened and you hissed at Bryce coming into your rooms, giving you a kiss on the top of your head when kept grumbling and snarling at the Alpha.

“They’re here.” Bryce was frowning at you and at Curtis, unable to fathom why the boss was so fond of you and seemed to be catering to your every whim. “You should probably get dressed.”

“Yeah, alright.” Curtis rolled his eyes when you let out another huff, not missing the way your eyes followed him as he pulled on clothes until he looked presentable. “You be good. Eat all your food and stretch then maybe after our walk I’ll pet you while you sit in my lap, would you like that?”

“Hmph.” He chuckled when you nodded grudgingly, patting your head before drawing up to his full height and following Bryce out the door. “If you come back smelling like one of those sniveling whores, I’m gonna throw a fit.”

Curtis gave a warning growl when the man looked like he was going to harp on the same issues he always did when it came to you, nodding when Bryce just shrugged and handed him the file he was holding.

The whale was waiting in Curtis’s office for them, shaking Curtis’s hand harder than necessary and giving him a look like he was sizing him up for a fight. He was used to it, unfamiliar Gamma Alpha’s always got like this the first time they were around Curtis. It was stupid, really, like he couldn’t just rip their spines out without even breaking a sweat.

“So, Clyde.” What a fucking stupid name. “You want to do a group hunt?”

“We do. We’re um… well.” Jesus, stammering? You were going to eat this asshole alive. “We’re looking for an Omega that can handle multiple bonds.”

“And why is that something you’re interested in?” Curtis was bored of this guy, of course one of Bryce’s frat boy buddies was an absolute tool. “Most Alpha’s don’t like parading around an Omega that’s visibly taken the damage of multiple bondings.”

“Oh, it won’t be going out in public.” The idiot was starting to look relaxed as he prattled on. “It’ll be the executive team’s stress relief, but we very much enjoy being able to feel it through the bond when another one of us is using it. We’ve got the perfect, progressive Omega and Beta partners at home, and it gets tiring. We need something that can take all of our stress and pent up frustration on. We had one before, but it broke pretty easily.”

The dumbass seemed to not recognize the look of restrained fury that was on Curtis’s face. They wanted to tie you up in a basement and use you like a fucking sex toy. They would abuse you every day and laugh about feeling your torment through the bond while they went out for drinks after work. He had called you an ‘it’ the entire time, like you were just a set of holes to be used up until you were a broken shell of yourself.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can provide what you’re looking for.” It was taking everything in Curtis’s power not to reach across the desk and strangle Clyde. “We provide mates to be taken during a hunt, or we offer stress relieving retreats for our Omegas to be used. We don’t just sell them off.”

“Oh, we want to hunt it first, for sure.” He was still smiling, and Curtis hated it. “And I know it’s out of the ordinary, but we’re willing to offer an exceptional payment to see this through.”

“I don’t think you understand me.” Curtis cracked his neck to try to relieve some of the tension that was building up in his system. “The answer is no.”

“Just, look at our offer.” This moron was clearly used to getting whatever he wanted, sliding a piece of paper across the desk to Curtis with that same smarmy look on his face. “Here.”

“I’m not…” Curtis clenched his jaw when he got a look at the number. It was more than he would typically pull in over a quarter, much less one hunt. He would have to be the world’s biggest idiot to turn this down.

The inner turmoil was making him frustrated. More than anything, he wanted to throw this douche through the window. But saying no to the money was stupid, so stupid. And it’s not like they would actually get you, they would just get the chance to try. You would tear them all apart, group hunt or no, you were savage. So he should take the money, right?

“Fine.” Curtis said it through gritted teeth, not taking Clyde’s hand when he offered it and just grunting at him instead. “We’ll set up a time for you to view her before Friday.”

“Fantastic.” He really hoped you killed this guy. “Oh, we have some requests about the viewing…”

Curtis was fuming by the time he stormed back to your chambers, practically slamming the door off its hinges when he opened it while you gave him a curious look. He didn’t give you the chance to ask any questions before he was drawing you into his arms and scenting your hair, his low growl letting you know that whatever was going on, he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Promise me you’ll do your best to kill those fuckers on Friday, filly.”

It was two days later when he brought you to the viewing area on your leash. He had been in an especially sour mood ever since his meeting, growling each time you tried to ask him what was wrong and taking his frustration out on your body instead. Curtis looked especially irritated now, tugging on your leash even though you weren’t lagging and glaring when you came to stand in front of him.

“You’re my tough girl, right?” Curtis cupped your jaw almost gently as he scowled at you. “My strong girl.”

“Yes.” The look you gave him was full of concern, your hands twitching as you fought the urge to run your hands over his chest and comfort him.

“They want to see how tough you are, filly.” Curtis’s hand slid down to run along your collar, his face ducking close to yours as he nodded towards what looked like a stake in the ground. “They want to know how much you can take.”

You just swallowed as you gazed at him, letting him drag you towards the stake as you glanced around at all the cameras. There was a chain hanging from the top, and Curtis fastened some cuffs to your wrists then to the chain so your shoulders were screaming from being stretched above your head. He gave you a look that was almost pained, but that couldn’t be right. Curtis gripped your chin and lifted your head so he could turn your face and show you to each of the individual cameras. Then he gave you one more look, waiting for you to nod before he backhanded you across the face as hard as he could.

Blood was filling your mouth when he did it again, and you spat it out on the ground before giving him a look of defiance. The corners of his lips twitched when you snarled at him, a low growl vibrating his chest when he gripped the front of your shift and shredded it. He took a moment to make sure the cameras could see your body, cupping your breasts and tugging on your nipples before forcing you to turn around and lean against the stake.

It was impossible to see what he was doing with the position you were in. All you could tell was that he was moving behind you and grabbing something. Then the belt landed against your thighs. You didn’t scream, you would never let anyone see you that weak, but you drew in a harsh breath as hot pain bloomed across your skin.

He wasn’t hitting you hard enough to draw blood, but you knew you were going to have bruises. You were biting your lip so hard you could feel blood running down your chin as you struggled not to cry out. It was impossible to tell how long he was beating you for, at some point all you could focus on was the deep, stinging pain that was spreading all over your thighs and ass and back. But you knew it had been a while, you were drenched with sweat by the time Curtis turned you around, and so was he.

Curtis’s expression was full of pride when he saw your face, the lack of tears making his heart swell even as he brought the belt down across your stomach and breasts. You only barely flinched each time the belt cracked against your skin, your eyes fixed on Curtis’s and his on yours. He looked feral, a savage light behind his eyes while he licked his lips and growled at the welts he was raising on your skin.

“How wet are you, filly?” Curtis dropped the belt and stepped close, gripping your hair painfully and yanking your head back as he towered over you. “Hmm? I can fucking smell you.”

“Fuck you.” You spat blood all over his shirt and smiled at him, gasping when he shoved his hand between your legs and smacked your messy pussy. “Does it make you hard to beat up defenseless Omegas?”

“You know it does, filly.” He had to fight the urge to kiss your forehead when he shoved two fingers inside you, chuckling when you immediately started fluttering around him. “And it makes you wet to get beat up, so shut the fuck up and take it.”

Your retort was cut off when he wrapped his other hand around your throat and squeezed, his fingers working you open viciously while his thumb pressed against your throbbing carotid. He started stroking that spot inside you like it was his job, sliding a third finger inside you when your juices started to leak down his wrist. The cameras were almost completely forgotten, it was just the two of you as he stretched open your hole obscenely and tried not to rest his forehead against yours.

When he shoved the fourth finger inside you you almost choked on your tongue, your toes curling in the dirt while your eyes rolled back in your head. He was being so rough. It used to make you feel sick that you enjoyed this sort of thing so much, but now you just embraced it, embraced him and the things he made you feel. The fourth finger stretched you to the point of pain, but it was pain you enjoyed. You didn’t even care anymore about the fact that you should hate him and everything he did to you. All you cared about was being good for him.

“That’s a good bitch.” Curtis huffed into your hair before stepping back as he dragged you up the stake by your neck, pushing his entire hand inside your abused pussy and grunting when you whined with pleasure. “You take all of this shit, your fucking love it. Show all your fans what a filthy little slut you are.”

Your entire body was shaking as he pumped his fist in and out of you, your toes barely scraping against the ground as he pinned you to the wood by your throat. This shouldn’t feel good, it shouldn’t make your cunt drool all over anything or make your eyes roll in your head. But it did. Curtis groaned when he shoved his hand so far inside you your lower tummy started to bulge, screwing his eyes closed when your body arched and you let out a thin wail. It didn’t take long at all before he started to feel your cunt clenching around his fist, your legs kicking wildly when he yanked his hand out of you so your release squirted out of you like a flood.

“Holy shit.” Curtis undid the cuffs and caught you when you almost collapsed, sneaking a kiss to your temple before lifting you into his arms and carrying you back inside the compound. “That’s my good girl. You did great, filly.”

Nurses and other med staff were waiting when he got you back to your rooms, but he sent them away, gently setting you in the tub and starting to wash the welts and bruises he’d left all over you as gently as he could.

“I know, you’re okay.” He kissed your head again when you whimpered and winced as he patted the cloth over a particularly savage mark on your breast, resting his forehead against yours as he continued washing you. “This is why you’re going to beat the shit out of the fuckers that made me do this to you. I’m so proud of you, sweet girl.”

It was the first time he had called you something other than filly, and it made your heart flutter against your ribs.

You were mostly recovered by the time the hunt came, only some fading bruises left on your skin that you were able to ignore. Curtis had decided he was going to stay in the lodge as he didn’t want to deal with those bastards any more than strictly necessary, but he had told you he knew you were going to rip them apart and called you his good girl before you left. The truck was empty except for you while Carter drove you to the drop off point, your breathing deep and even as your adrenaline started to spike.

This was your first group hunt, but you weren’t worried. From what Curtis had told you the Alphas that would be hunting you were a bunch of frat boy spoiled assholes, nothing that should prove challenging for you in the least. When the truck stopped you didn’t even bother waiting for Carter to help you down, hopping out of the bed and landing on your toes in the soft dirt before you started running into the woods after giving him just a brief nod. Your blood was already up, your senses heightened as you anticipated turning the tables on the pricks who thought they deserved you.

It was almost an hour before you caught the first whiff of them. They weren’t traveling in a pack, but they were close together, it seemed like they were moving in a straight line towards where you were hiding. When the first one got close enough you ran, keeping as quiet as you could even though you wanted to laugh wildly at how stupid their strategy was. You gained enough ground on him that you had time to scrabble up a tree, perching in one of the lower branches and waiting for your hunter to appear.

He didn’t take long, crashing through the brush like an idiot and making more noise than should have been possible as he sniffed the air and growled softly. As soon as he looked up you fell on him, snarling and hissing while you scratched his face and did your best to gouge his eyes while he shouted in pain. They all really were idiots, this one was barely a challenge before you brought him down to the forest floor and grabbed a rock to bash his skull in.

Then you heard the gunshot.

A second after you heard it you felt it, pain ripping through your thigh and making you scream when the force of the shot pushed you off your hunter and made you sprawl across the ground. They weren’t supposed to have guns, that was one of Curtis’s biggest rules. The whole point of the hunt was that it was a fair chance to bond a mate under ancient conditions.

Not that it mattered right now. The gun was there and all you could do was hope to outrun them. You groaned when you struggled to get to your feet, immediately collapsing again and shrieking when another bullet grazed your side and then your shoulder. Then they were all in the clearing, laughing and licking their lips hungrily when they surrounded you.

“Just look at it, so pretty even when it’s all bloodied up.” One of them laughed and dropped the rifle he was holding, tutting at you with mocking disappointment when you snarled and tried to throw dirt in his eyes. “None of that, we’re here to have a good time.”

They all pounced at once, tearing your shift off you and biting you viciously everywhere they could. You managed to scratch and kick a few of them but it was no use, there were too many. In just a few seconds they had you pinned on your stomach with your face shoved in the dirt, your wounds screaming as they forced your thighs open obscenely wide and laughed when you kept trying to thrash out of their grip.

“So feisty, just makes it even tighter for me.” The same one who spoke earlier was behind you now, and he spit on your face before laying on top of you and lining himself up. “Smell so good, bet it’s messy too.”

You screamed when you felt him at your entrance, but then there was a roar and one of the hands holding you was ripped away. A sickening thud reached your ears and then you were suddenly free, breathing heavily and rolling onto your side to see what had happened to make them leave you alone.

Curtis was standing there looking like wrath personified, his chest barely heaving but his lip lifted in a dangerous snarl that had all of the Alphas around you shrinking back. You spotted one of their bodies at the foot of a tree, blood smeared on the trunk from where Curtis had thrown him into it. His scent was sharp with the edge of pure aggression, his stance ready to fight them all while he stood over you and gave them a derisive sneer.

All at once they came back to themselves and realized they had him outnumbered, rushing him with a chorus of howls like they actually thought they could take him. When the first one reached him he just grabbed the idiot by the throat and used his body to take out two more of them, not even breaking a sweat when he flung the unconscious one away like it was nothing. The two that hadn’t been knocked aside managed to pounce on him together, all three Alphas grappling in a tangle of limbs and teeth until there was a horrible scream and Curtis rose from the fray with someone’s torn off ear in his mouth.

He was in the process of wrenching one of their arms out of the socket when another tried to sneak up behind him. You snarled when he got close, lunging as best as you could with your injuries and dragging him down to the ground so you could press your thumb into one of his eyes and crack your rock against his head. Then you saw one of them moving towards the edge of the clearing, your heart jumping into your throat when you saw him pick something up and screamed.

“Curtis, gun!”

Your Alpha turned whip fast and dodged the bullet just in time, roaring when he felt it graze the outside of his bicep before he charged the idiot who fired it. All of them went as white as sheets when he snatched out of the moron’s hand and bent the barrel like it was nothing. When he threw the gun aside again everyone froze, all of the Alphas staring at each other before Curtis stalked back to you and the sound of ATVs coming towards all of you filled the night.

“Enough!” Curtis snarled at Clyde over his shoulder when the dumbass shouted at him, scooping you up off the ground and turning to face the man. “We fucking paid for that, what the fuck so you think you’re doing?”

“You paid for the opportunity to hunt.” Curtis didn’t even want to look at the asshole, he couldn’t stop running his eyes over your body to assess what they had done to you. “A fair hunt. I don’t do canned hunts, if you want that shit you should go to Russia.”

“Russia doesn’t have Prime Omegas.” Clyde still had the audacity to look angry. “Now, I paid for that bitch, you’re going to let me leave with it, or I’m gonna blow up your whole operation.”

“Like fuck you will.” Curtis sneered at the man when he tried to take a step closer, hushing you when you scented his chest as the ATVs pulled up. “Unless you want everyone to know you and your buddies bond and keep unwilling Omegas as sex slaves. And don’t think you’re going to get the chance at any other compounds in North America. You just got yourself blacklisted from every hunting ground on the continent, congratulations. Now, tell my men how the fuck you managed to get a gun onto my property and maybe they’ll let you and your cronies get some medical attention before they drive you back to your disappointed wives.”

You shivered and nuzzled into Curtis’s chest further when he climbed onto an ATV and started to drive you back to the compound, letting his scent soothe you as much as possible while your adrenaline went down and the pain started to get worse. He still looked furious when he took you back to your rooms, sending away the medical staff again with an angry bark before setting you on the bed and beginning to carefully examine your injuries.

“You came for me.” You winced when he touched the bullet wound in your leg, looking at him with big eyes as he rinsed the blood from your skin. “Why?”

“I heard the gunshots.” It was the only explanation he wanted to give you, his hands gentle as he ran a damp cloth over your body.

“That’s not a fucking answer, Curtis.” You frowned when he refused to meet your eyes, barely even flinching when he started to stitch up the wounds in your thigh. “Maybe you would have banned them if they had pulled that shit with any of your other pathetic bitches, but look me in the eye and tell me you would have almost killed them if it was anyone other than me.”

His urge was to slap you for mouthing off to him, but then he saw the raised bruise already marring your face. Your eye was swollen shut, and whoever punched you must have been wearing a ring because there was a shallow cut in the middle of the mark. Curtis growled at the thin trickle of blood that was running down your cheek, putting down the sutures and needle holders before moving closer to you.

You drew in a sharp breath when he cupped your jaw, your body freezing up when he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the cut. He purred and crooned as he cleaned the cut with his tongue, pulling you closer and nuzzling your cheek gently while he licked you. As soon as he was satisfied he ducked so he could do the same to the bullet graze on your shoulder, the scrape of his beard against your skin while he worked only adding to your sense of comfort.

Curtis laid you down on the bed so he could find every wound and lick it clean, his tongue warm on your skin as his breath creeped over your body. Your breath got shorter when he stretched his body over yours, your eyelids growing heavier when he gazed up at you with some unreadable emotion written all over his face.

“Curtis…” You gasped when he licked the wound on your side, letting him spread your thighs around his ribs while his hands held your waist.

“Honey…” He screwed his eyes closed when the sentiment came out of his mouth unbidden, groaning before he nipped at the soft skin of your stomach. “Just shut the fuck up.”

His tongue dragged over your slit and you moaned, your fingers gripping the sheets under you tightly as he set to work. The movements he made were almost lazy, but they were heavy and sensuous and very close to overwhelming. Your eyes fluttered closed when he gently circled your clit, his large hands pressing against your stomach to keep you still as he feasted on you.

Curtis couldn’t stop watching your face while he devoured you. He spread your soft petals with his tongue so he could delve inside you, groaning into your pussy when your slick flooded his mouth until he was drowning in you. Just like that he knew. If it had been any other Omega out there tonight he wouldn’t have given two shits about them, he would’ve just banned the assholes for breaking his rules and put the poor bitch out of her misery. But as soon as he heard those gunshots tonight he had lost it, because it was you. None of those bastards deserved you, only him.

“Mine…” He growled into your cunt as he kept fucking you with his tongue, pressing his face into you even further when your scent took over his mind. “My good girl.”

Your mouth dropped open in a silent sob when his lips wrapped around your clit, your hips fighting against his hands when you felt his tongue swiping over your swollen little nub. The only warning you had to stay still was his grunt and a light nip to your pussy lips before his tongue was inside you again, the thick muscle stroking your insides while he moaned and slurped. He could feel you getting closer, making out with your sweet little cunt like it was his job as he chased the pleasure that he knew only he would be giving you from now on.

His tongue slid out of you so he could press it against your swollen clit, humming while he licked the little bundle of nerves until he heard your breath catch. When he sucked it again you sobbed, your whole body shivering while you fell apart and soaked his beard with your release. Your chest kept heaving with deep breaths as he licked your pussy clean, tears running down your cheeks when he was finally finished and crawled back up your body.

“Sleep.” Curtis kissed your forehead then paused for a second, giving you a curious look before he pressed his lips to yours and purred softly when he felt you relax underneath him. “I have one thing to take care of then I’ll be back, I promise. You need to rest, sweet girl.”

“Okay.” You sniffled and let your eyes fall closed when he pulled the blankets over your body, your breathing evening out as exhaustion started to overtake you.

Curtis waited until he heard you snoring softly before leaving your rooms, frowning when Carter was waiting for him in the hall and striding towards one of the cells that were underground. He ignored the sounds of crying and the sharp smell of fear as he went lower and lower, his jaw set and his arms crossed over his chest while he waited for Carter to unlock the door. The sight of Bryce chained to the floor made him snarl, his fists clenching before he started to roll his sleeves up his arms.

“Everett…” Bryce coughed when Curtis punched him in the face and snapped his head to the side, the younger Alpha spitting blood onto the floor when he just managed to catch himself. “That Omega bitch is gonna quit being new sooner than later, I was trying to make you more money.”

“You gave those fuckers a rifle, dumbass.” Curtis punched him again and shook the blood off his fist. “I have rules for a fucking reason. If they’re gonna get broken it’s on my say so, not your whim.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re pussy whipped for that slut.”

“Maybe, but she’s got more balls than you and she’s a whole lot better to look at, you insubordinate piece of shit.” Curtis was bored and tired of this asshole’s face. “Baizen, you and the rest of the guys need a good stress relief?”

“Nah boss.” Carter just smiled when Bryce sneered at him. “We all hit the stables earlier, we’re good. This dick isn’t worth it anyway.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Curtis took the pistol Carter handed him and ignored Bryce’s sudden pleading, leveling the pistol at him and then shooting him in the head. “Get rid of the body.”

“No problem, boss.” Carter whistled and a crew of Betas came in with a saw and some tarp. “He was right about her novelty wearing off though, clients are gonna get sick of chasing something unattainable eventually.”

“I’m not too worried about that.” Curtis let a small smile tug at the corner of his lips, wiping the blood off his hands when Carter handed him a towel. “I’ve got a plan for her to bring us in one more good haul.”

[tennessoui]

kit kit kit kit but the important question is!!!! does luke like boonaberries!!!! (also i feel like biggs has to clarify “your not-obi dad” because lbr luke’s a gorgeous himbo but he sure does love his obi in every universe)

(in reference to this post)

luke is allergic to boonaberries. obi-wan, who had just been starting down the path to healing and self-acceptance, is thrown back to square one on the guilt and infinite sadness path and also never forgives himself and spends one (1) supper staring at (a covered in hives) luke slurping at his stew and wondering if he should give the kid to yoda to raise because obviously kenobi is going to kill another skywalker he's rearing in single-momdom.

then that night he's putting luke to bed after giving him herbal remedy for the itching and luke says 'goodnight dad' and obi-wan nearly has a heart attack. he also cries a lot. the guilt gets worse, but he's also very warm inside. full of love.

but he does insist luke calls him ben and not dad because he has a dad and also obi-wan's once again courting attachment with a skywalker while being very hung up on the importance of no attachments.

[lullaby-bliss]

[marieandersoneq]

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