#it is not within anyones power to convince me that breeding for bad instinct and then correcting it with aversive methods is ethical

[dark-konohagakure2]

Sakumo Hatake getting rejected from his crush but he doesn't take no for an answer

tw: noncon, stalking, yandere, breeding, age difference, power imbalance, domestication, semi-public sex

All characters depicted are 18+

Sakumo Hatake has had some especially bad luck as of late. His wife had died very recently, leaving him to raise their two year old son alone, his missions have been getting more stressful too, but luckily the White Fang has found a silver lining to all of this; a cute civilian girl that has caught his eye.

She's a cute little thing, much younger than him and his late wife, but still old enough. Sakumo has made a habit out of watching her from afar around the village, for her own safety of course, and he's reached the conclusion that she's perfect for him, she's young, innocent, kind, just the perfect wife and mother for his needs.

Being a revered shinobi among the people of the Hidden Leaf Village, Sakumo feels rather confident in his ability to woo her, so he'll ask her out directly, letting it slip that he's been watching her for quite some time without her knowing. She is very unnerved by the revelation from the man old enough to be her father, so she understandably rejects him, and Sakumo doesn't like that one bit.

He tries to convince her that being with an acclaimed ninja like himself would be good for her, but no dice. Never being one to let things go easily, Sakumo decides that now he has no choice left but to take matters into his own hands.

"Don't move... This will feel good for both of us. Maybe you'll finally stop being shy and realize your feelings for me after I fill you up..."

He'll clamp a gloved hand over her mouth in the alleyway, telling her to be quiet lest someone hear them. He's one of the most respected ninja in the village, so nobody would believe her if she claimed he assaulted her, if anyone saw what was happening, they'd assume she was just being a needy slut for the White Fang.

Sakumo isn't too rough with his delicate little housewife to be, buy he's certainly forceful, bullying his cock inside of her until it's hitting her perfectly fertile womb with every thrust, the sensation making her whine and whimper into his hand as he claims what's rightfully his.

His thrusts will speed up slightly when he imagines knocking her up, making her round with his second child and giving Kakashi a sibling, the mere thought triggers the wolfish primal instinct to breed deep within him, and she is the perfect receptacle for these dark urges of his.

He'll be sure to fill her up thoroughly before he's done with her, gently pulling out of her while informing her of some great news; she's the newest member of his family and clan, whether she likes it or not.

"Atta girl, that wasn't so bad was it? You're just perfect for me, and I know you'll be the perfect mother that my little son needs..."

Sakumo is finally content now, he has a much cuter and much younger wife to replace his dearly departed one, Kakashi has a much needed mother figure, and the Hatake clan is about to gain a new member in just nine short months.

[healingheartdogs]

Really funny that my herdy spitzy toy mix puppy came pre-installed with a better natural retrieve to hand than my dual-bred pointer ngl

[spice-chan]

Untold

description - king Katsuki Bakugo, who’s desperate in wanting to get closer to his mate hatches a morally dubious plan to do so. Let himself get injured ? check. Convince his clueless mate that his dragon needs to breed her otherwise he will rampage ? check. 

warnings - Bakugo is soo bad at feelings. loss of virginity (m&f), dom bakugo, vaginal penetration, dirty talk ?, clueless reader, breeding kink, slight lactation kink but reader isnt lactating, implied brain washing. Bakugo and his dragon are like two separate entities who existing in one body. feral baku. mentions of poison and injury. Manipulation. slight dub con if you squint.

The first time Bakugo met you was after a meeting at your kingdom. A meeting he was more than disgruntled at having to attend. 

You were the epitome of angelic, you had pretty, curly hair that framed your face, with bright (e/c) eyes that glistened in the sun as you helped a maid up. There was not an ounce of supercility or contempt in your humble smile. He didn’t even think you were a royal at first glance from how willing you were to touch and talk to someone so beneath you societally. 

Not that he thought a lot at that moment, because the only thought going through his head was - 

Mine. 

That, he made you. 

At least in the eyes of the nations of the dragons and your home land. 

Not in the eyes of his dragon, the fiery beast who resided within him, and neither in his, because he craves you in intimate ways that he has yet to experience, let alone experience with you, his wife. 

He promptly negotiated a marriage with your family who approved, and married you a week after. 

You didn’t get a say in it, in fact, you only spoke to him a few times before the knot was tied. It physically pained Katsuki to see the resent in your eyes. 

You slept next to him everyday, but he knew you wished to be far, far away from him. 

The closer his body got to you, the further you shrunk away from him. It was pitiful, how your small and fragile body that was made for him, scurried far away from the body made to protect it, the body it should be lusting over.

He was well endowed, a very tall man with muscles earned through hours of grueling training, yet the only thing you graced him with was a polite smile as you passed him in the hallway. 

He loved you, gosh, he loves you so bad. But you can’t see it, can you ? You just see a man who you were forced to marry within a week who ripped you away from your life. A strange, barbaric man who growls when things don’t go his way and sniffs your hair after he deems that you’ve fallen asleep. 

And Bakugo has a plan to finally make you want and need him. 

…….. 

The sunlight hasn’t yet painted the sky a yellow hue, yet Katsuki somehow finds himself waking up. He stirs awake, his eyes opening languidly as his over sensitive nose seeks the smell of his mate. He turns his head to your side on instinct, and finds you snoozing without a care, your chest rhythmically moving up and done, and adorable features relaxed and vulnerable. 

Vulnerable, yet you sleep so far from him, the distance between the both of you almost reminds him of the sun and moon. 

When he married you, he bit your neck to mark you, making you officially his mate. Bound to him for life. He could deduce that you are his soulmate, a phenomenon among dragon species. They were a powerful nation, therefore to make sure their numbers don’t go out of control yet stay stable, they were gifted with soulmates. The only person they will feel sexual attraction to during their long, long lives. Their mate will age like them and the children, if one parent wasn’t of dragon kin, will still turn out full dragons. Their blood is powerful. No wonder your parents were so eager to tie themselves with him. He feels slightly furious when he remembers how eager they were to marry you off, did you live with this sort of apathy from your parents your whole life ? 

Well, it doesn’t matter how those bastards treated you because you are with him now. Besides, their uncaringness made the marriage easier and smoother. 

He turns to face you, and finds you sleeping with your back to him, your hair looks like a pretty mess across the pillow. Do you feel trapped ? Do you sometimes lament on the years you will have to stay bound to him ? 

But questions fly out of his head when his eyes stray to your form. He pants softly in need, his dragon clawing at him to claim you. Your silk nightdress did little to cover your voluptuous ass, and the spaghetti straps did little to cover your spilling cleavage, and least from what he could see from your back to him. He feels incredibly robbed about not being able to touch you right now. But he didn’t want you to hate him…

He turns his head away from you and steadies his breathing, but the tent in his pants stood proudly. Great, another day of rubbing one for you instead of ravishing you… 

…………

The first step of his plan to get closer to you is to prey on your kindness. He’s going to let himself get injured enough to trigger his dragon’s self defence mechanism. That means not letting anyone get close to him, because he classifies everyone as a threat, except his mate, of course. 

Now, how to do it without losing his honour as the dragon king is the true question. 

Well, the answer to that is one of his counsel man. A mad cowardly enough to run away from a fight with the dragon king, and lacking honour enough to try and poison him at the same time for a few thousand quads. 

………….. 

Bakugo holds his sword in a lackadaisical manner, staring at the man across from him who shivers from his intense glare. Bakugo rolls his blood red eyes, his mouth forming into a sneer. Look what finding his mate had reduced him to. 

A vulnerable mess. 

The training ground is filled with spectators who stopped their own training to watch their king fight, a necessary thing for his plan to work. He’ll have you in his arms in no time. 

His dragon rumbled in happiness at the thought of having his mate. 

The fight starts, with steel meeting steel, a minute goes by, and just as discussed, the man lets go of his sword, forfeits and bows down. 

Then grabs a sharp dagger from his pocket, coated with paralyzing poison, and slashes it across Bakugo’s chest before making a run. 

Katsuki feels his limbs become heavier, falling to the floor as the large opening in his chest bleeds and burns. Had he not been a dragon, this cut would have been fatale to his mortality. His pupils dilate as the sound of growls fill the air. His simple minded beast trying to warn the bystanders to keep clear of him or else. His dragon desperately tries to get it’s host to move, and when the beast tries to take over the host in order to survive, Bakugo gladly let’s it. 

The wiser of the bunch go to fetch the queen, their hearts hammering across their chests in anxiousness as a murderous aura surrounds their king, which is fatal to them. A dragon in this state will kill anything and everything around it to ensure its survival. His abilities, which are already deadly, will be doubled once the effects of the poison wear off. They can’t run, that would be shameful, but they can hope that the queen gets here in time. 

Deadly and furious growls fill the air, their eyes keep on switching from looking at the imminent threat that is their king and their possible saviour which is his queen. 

His toes and fingers move, and Bakugo’s reptilian eyes lock on them in clear warning. No sight of you. His claws elongate and his teeth lengthen and sharpen, their size enough to rip a chunk of meat clear of a man's chest. No sight of you. 

His limbs are slowly becoming mobile again, but too fast for the spectators' liking. No sight of you. 

They were slowly succumbing to their gruesome fates. 

His feet, which have regained mobility, along with his arms, support his previously supine body into a standing position. His enraged face faced them, his fiery throat lightening up and ready to erupt them into flames. And he was about to, until a -

“Katsuki !” 

He abruptly turns towards the sound, familiarity oozing from every syllable of the soft angelic voice that called him. 

His reptilian eyes lock on her neck, recognizing the soft pink marks that mar her neck as his own. 

“Mate.” His guttural voice spoke, the sound so deep and raw it was almost inhuman. 

You were slightly taken aback that he recognised you in this state. Dragons must really put their mates on a higher pedestal, especially considering how he was about to toast those men… 

“Mate” he repeats. He turned to the strangers, growling at them with newfound vigour. They are a threat to his mate. Kill threat. 

“No. No, no.” You said in horror, waving your hands back and forth to get his attention away. 

You slowly walk to him, your steps tentative as you gauge his reaction. He seems confused, and he remained unresponsive, at least verbally. 

You steps continue until you you could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and that's when his arms circle you and pull you possessively to his chest, protecting you as he shields your face away, still wary of the ‘threats’. 

“Katsuki, what happened, why are you trying to kill them ?” You speak patiently, trying to ignore how close you are to him. This is the closests you’d ever been to a male, and your face speaks volumes of that. 

“Kill me. Kill mate.” 

You quirk a brow in confusion. “What do you mean ? Why are you speaking like this Katsuki ?” 

“No Katsuki. Me !” He growls in frustration, looking into your eyes desperately, his eyes seem more… red- more animalistic somehow. Even when he looked into your eyes, he still kept an eye on the men nearby, who for some fucking reason are still here. 

“Why are you guys just standing here ?! He obviously wants to kill you, go !” You command, your soft voice raising into an octave none of them ever heard from their kind queen. 

The earth shook as a booming voice rocks the earth, you look left and right, trying to find the source of it when you realize that you are hugging the source. 

Katsuki’s skin fills with leathery patches of red, and his elongated nails pierce your skin as he holds you protectively, his eyes try to find the slightest movement in his surroundings. So he can eliminate it. 

“Mate. Angry.” 

You were starting to understand something. 

“Oh. Are you the dragon ?” You ask,  once again trying to direct his attention to you. 

He nods, his features relaxing slightly as he looks at you. 

“Well-uh- um, why are you trying to kill them ?” You ask him in an attempt to diffuse the situation, your uncertainty leaked into your words however. 

“Threat.” Came his simple answer. 

You sigh, trying to think your words over but you feel choked. There’s many lives on your hand. 

“No. They aren’t a threat.” That caught his attention. You gesture with your head to the exit of the training grounds, and decide to tug him after he stood still for a solid minute instead. 

That’s how you end up tugging a dragon to his bed, who in turn keeps a tight hold on you and growls at anything that moves. 

Eventually, we made it to the bedroom. You open the door, noticing that for the first time, the dragon seemed somewhat relaxed. 

“Do you have a name ?” You question him curiously, having tired of calling him dragon in your head and otherwise. 

He seems more like a puppy now, trying to cling to you while you lead him to the bed. He rubs his head against your cheek, trying to get his smell on you, but when he registered your question, he shook his head. 

“Do you mind if I call you something ?” 

He smiled excitedly, maybe like a child offered candy, but his sharp teeth were anything but childlike. You’ve no doubt they could rip flesh like marshmallows. 

You took that as a sign of acceptance. 

“Ok ! Oh, but maybe I shouldn’t give you a new name. Since you are Katsuki… Ok I’ll just call you Bakugou so I don’t mix the two of you up.” You exclaim with child-like vigor, the innocence in your eyes contradicting how consequential your current actions are. The dragon and his human host, who are so incredibly enamored with their mate, are carefully weaving a web in an attempt to trap her. Their mate, who was slowly inching to the web out of her own free will. 

He nods.

Your eyes stray down. You gasp at the sight of his bloodied chest. 

“Oh God ! I’m so sorry, this must hurt a lot.” You apologize profusely, mistaking his growl as a pained one. You move to call for a medic or something of the sort, but Ares grabs you and pulls you to lay on the bed, your supine body beneath his large frame. 

He looks down at the gash, his body will recover soon. He can’t smell anyone nearby or in the room except himself and his mate. So there’s no danger. 

His chest rumbles in happiness though, knowing his mate was worried about him. “I heal.” 

The worry evaporates from your face, instead replaced with amazement. Though the sight was unappealing, upon taking a closer look, you could see the edges of the cut sewing themselves together. 

“Amazing.” You breath out. His chest puffs up in pride, knowing he was the cause of the current expression painting his mate’s features. 

“Cute-“ his simple observation causes your face to heat up ”-good mate” and the rest of his statement didn’t help that. His face leans down and instead of pecking you, he nudges your face, and sinks down to your neck where he starts laying kisses, then slowly begins licking. The warm sensation was strange, but you didn’t find yourself hating it when he spread his warm saliva on your neck. You didn’t even find yourself hating it when his teeth start softly suckling on your neck like a chew toy. His sharp teeth aren’t quite breaking the skin. 

A content sigh leaves your lips as tingles travel down your spine. He continues leaving love bites on your neck, and upon finding it decently covered, he goes on to suck on the mating mark, and to your horror, a tiny moan escapes your lips. His movements pause, and his wet mouth detaches from your neck to flash you a smirk, and you found yourself longing for the sensation. 

This is strange, you should be protesting, you should be embarrassed, but it feels as though a fog is clouding your senses. A sweet, sweet fog. It’s as if you’re put under a spell and all that is occupying your mind is the dragon who claimed you as his mate. Little do you know, you aren’t that off mark. 

“Hot.” He says as he caresses your cheek with his calloused finger hand. 

“I’ve never done this with anyone before. It feels so nice…” you confess, your eyes seem glossier than usual, it’s as if being teased by this pleasurable feeling then having it taken away is frustrating enough to make you want to cry. 

He made a satisfied noise that is akin to a rumble and a growl. “Good. Mate is mine.” 

His hand starts caressing your tummy. Even with the dress you adorned, you can still feel the warmth. His head followed the direction of his hand, his nose doggedly sniffing your stomach. If you hadn’t known he was a dragon, you might’ve assumed he was a wolf shifter. 

“No hatchling.” 

You frown, not having expected this. 

“Do you want kids ?” You ask and receive a singular word in response. 

“Hatchlings.” 

You grow increasingly uncomfortable as every daunting second passes by. You didn’t like the direction of this conversation at all. If you could even call it that. 

Would Katsuki be repulsed by his dragon’s behaviour? Would he be repulsed and weirded out by you ? He didn’t let the tiniest hint that he might like you slip out. 

You notice that the sky outside has darkened. It would be safe to assume there would be no dinner tonight. Not with this primal dragon keeping you away from the prying eyes of anyone. You wiggle out of this hold, and when he notices that you are trying to slip away, he makes a move to grab you but you stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder. “No.” He whines in response, trying to ignore the barrier of your hands but you repeat the ‘no’. 

“I have to change.” You explain, wincing at the thought of sleeping with this uncomfortable gown. Pretty, but uncomfortable. 

Bakugo was about to protest, your dress made you look like the queen you are, the pastel shades of pink and flowers decorating it make you look...Cute. But then the image of your nightgowns cross his mind. 

Your tiny, tight nightgowns that leave most of your delicious legs on display and do little to contain your womanly breasts that are going to fill with milk and feed his hatchlings soon enough. 

He lets you go, and to his delight, you come out of the bathroom in a maroon night dress. Your maids would usually come in two hours to prepare you for bed, but today is a mess as it is. Maybe going to bed earlier would be favourable for everyone. 

Katsuki’s chest is completely healed, nothing but a tender, pink line across his chest to tell the tale. You could bet that by morning there would be nothing. And this day will be a forgotten memory in your husband’s mind. You brought with you a wet towel to wipe his chest of any remaining blood. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, and push his body into a supine position. He watched you intensely and in silence as you wipe his chest, the warmth blooming across it either from the hot water that dampened the towel or from the love within the confines of his heart as you cared for him. Maybe it’s because for once, he feels true care from the other side of the bond the two of you share. 

He loves you so fucking much. If only he can just tell you. Well he can, but Katsuki can’t . You’ll reject him and it’ll ruin everything. 

“I love you, mate.” He speaks softly, that even his deep voice feels like a warm blanket on a winter day because of how tender his confession is. 

Your blood rushes to your face and ears, but you clear your throat awkwardly. You don’t know what to do. The dragon might think that he does because of course he fucking would, he marked your neck and bonded with you, but Katsuki doesn’t. 

“Thank you.” You reply stiffly, before disposing the towel and washing your hands. 

Your head is reeling from the confession, but you feel incredibly robbed, for some twisted reason. If only you got stuck in a loving marriage, if only. You yearn for love, but the one person in your love who mentioned love in relation to you is a beast who’s human host will never let out after this turn of events. 

The dragon, Bakugou, on the other hand wasn’t faring any better. He was happy when you expressed your gratitude in relation to his confession, but when he clocked that you never said it back his mood plummeted faster than a dragon whose wings got obliterated mid flight. 

His mood felt so low, that when Katsuki prodded him for control, he didn’t protest. 

……… 

 After freshening up yourself, you return to the bedroom and immediately sense the change in demeanor. 

Katsuki should do this now. He needs to bind you to him emotionally. 

“(Y/n). I need to speak to you.” He motions for you to sit down, his voice that’s usually boisterous and loud is now eerily calm. 

You walk, the padding of your steps filling the otherwise empty room. 

The few seconds it took you to sit on your side of the bed, facing him, were enough for him to finalise his plan. 

“I need to get you pregnant.” Your mouth gapes at his blunt statement. 

“Excuse me ?”

“This thing today, it happened because we delayed consummating our mating because I knew you weren’t ready. But I can’t delay this anymore. I’m sorry, but my dragon demands a hatchling, or what happened today could be repeated until I can’t control him anymore.” He explains. Don’t question. Don’t question. Please, accept his explanation- or more befittingly, his lies. 

You didn’t see his paralyzed form on the floor, he didn’t especially fill you in on what mating entails. 

And he’s reaping full advantage of that. 

Maybe his lies will come back to bite him, but he needs a child with you so he knows you won’t leave him—maybe after tonight, you’ll also develop some affection for him. He’ll be so good to you, you just have to give him a chance. 

His heart pounds so hard that he can hear it as loud as a drum being played right next to his ears. His poor, sensitive ears that will soon fill with the sound of your moans. 

You sigh. You didn’t want to do this. It was too abrupt. To have a child… but the thought of endangering all those lives didn’t sit well with you. It’s not Katsuki’s fault, it’s not, it was nice of him to wait for you anyway. But tears still formed at the corner of your eyes. Frustrated tears, helpless, angry tears. But tears won’t help you. 

He could have forced you to do it on your wedding night and demanded you perform your duties as a wife, even if you didn’t want to do it. And for his understanding, you were grateful. 

“I-“ your voice cracks”-I—I understand.” And his heart cracks upon seeing your red eyes that filled with tears, tears that veiled the natural curiosity and brightness that your eyes seemed to naturally permeate. Tears that didn’t make you any less beautiful to him. 

Before he starts feeling guilty, he reminds himself that he’s doing this for your future. He’ll make your sadness and doubt disappear soon enough. 

His hand, as if it has a mind of its own, goes to your soft cheeks and wipes the falling pearls. Your doe eyes look at him, innocently surprised, and the witness coating your lenses only made you look more angelic. As if acknowledging that you’re at his mercy-or rather, trusting him with your sadness. 

He wipes all your fallen tears, then brings your smaller body closer and hugs you. This would have been greatly romantic-and it was to you, but the underlying truth is that Bakugo is the cause of those tears. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you and our hatchling.” We’ll be the perfect family, just that way we're always supposed to be, mate. 

“It’s-“you hiccup”- it’s fine. I-I don’t blame you.” You reassure, returning his hug. You were surprised that Katsuki was capable of being nice like this, you didn’t know that he possessed a gentle and tender touch. Everyone always pitied you for being forced into wedlock with him, despite keeping their opinions to themselves. Maybe that’s what caused the barrier in your relationship. You suddenly feel shame at judging him so fast. 

But instead, you soak up the warmth of his body pressed against yours. 

Katsuki took the initiative, he cups your cheek and presses his warm, supple lips against yours. A truly loving kiss, because Katsuki loves you and he’s about to show you what him loving you entails. 

Surprisingly, his dragon makes an odd request.

Katsuki tries to continue kissing you but his dragon is growing increasingly demanding with his pursuit of control. 

Katsuki detaches from your lips, dissatisfied with it, but why ? The first time he kissed you at your wedding, it was magical, but now he hungers for more. 

Through his frustration, he lets his control slip and that’s when Ares comes out. 

And he truly looks like the God of War. 

He’s ready to conquer.

He smashes his lips against yours, rather roughly, and the smacking sounds of your lips filled the room. His warm tongue prods your lips, and through your inexperience, you clumsily followed his cue. He’s like a more primal version of Katsuki. 

His tongue begins exploring every crevice and every corner of your mouth, only becoming more hungry at the taste of you. 

He only separates himself after you start running out of breath and when your delicate hands push his chest away. 

His hungry eyes take in your red and swollen lips appreciatively. “Mate delicious.” 

His smirk however, flips to reveal the unfamous scowl of Katsuki. 

“Sorry. He’s eager. He wants to breed you roughly, he demands it.” Katsuki tells you shamelessly, panting with need and cheeks blushed lewdly. His predatory eyes take in your compromising position, thinking of different positions to breed you. 

“It’s ok, just please be gentle with… you know-- I’m a virgin...” you remind him with a chuckle as you try to play it off, but the embarrassment is evident on your face. Katsuki was well aware of the fact, but seeing you admit that he would be the one to deflower you just made the tent in his pants more obvious. Sprawled out beneath him, trying to avoid eye contact from shyness. What a beautiful sight. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” 

He went back to kissing you, and his dragon kept giving him tips, surprisingly, and seeing how he ravished your lips before, he took the beasts advice wholeheartedly. He shed his clothes while you were preoccupied with his lips. 

“I am too, if it makes you feel any better.” That’s pleasant to hear, and it only gave your ever improving image of Katsuki more credibility. He’s not like those perverted male royals who frequently use prostitutes while fussing over the slightest male interaction their wives have. You guess that’s a plus of marrying a dragon.

After he thoroughly swapped saliva with you, his lips go to your ear and breathlessly whisper “I’m going down to prep you.” 

Your features scrunch adorably in confusion. “What do you mean ? Don’t you just put it in ?” 

He internally coos at your words, so naive. 

Outwardly though, he chuckles. “You’d be crying if I just shoved my dragon cock on you sweetheart.” 

You gasp and his words and cover his mouth with your hand. 

“Katsuki ! Don’t be crude. And did you just call your manhood cock ?” 

He continues chuckling, only now with new found vigor while removing your hands. “Yes, I called it cock.” 

His red eyes didn’t seem to hold the slightest bit of shame, you huff grumpily. 

“Ok (y/n), you have to be relaxed for me, ok ?” He asks seriously, and you nod, not knowing what to expect, but willing to let him lead. 

Katsuki goes between your legs, and lifts your tiny dress up to reveal your panties. He could already see some wetness. He slips your cotton panties down to reveal the delicious sight of your pussy. 

You adorably turn your face away, not willing to look any longer at him looking at your private parts. 

He’s lucky his primal urges are guiding him on what to do or he’d be lost, but his dragon is eagerly licking his lips at finally being able to taste his mate. He takes a tentative lick, and becomes pleased when you tense up. He takes another, slower one and when he pinpoints the exact location that had you tensing, he pays attention to it. 

After hearing a cute, restrained moan escape the confines of your mouth, he begins sucking on your clit. Your thighs close around him as you moan louder. 

“Ah. Katsuki, that feels so good.” So sexy, it’s like all his dirty daydreams in one sentence. 

He keeps sucking, and his fingers prod at your opening. You were lubricated enough that his thick finger slips right in. He experimentally thrusts it in and out while he keeps on sucking you and gets rewarded with pleasurable noises from you. 

He adds a second finger, the stretch still not quite enough. 

A third finger prods your entrance, and you gasp. “Please slow down Katsuki…” 

He gives your thigh a kiss, and murmurs a little apology before he resumes eating you out. 

Your thighs clamp around his head in pleasure as he continues sucking you. Your heart rate speeds up as you abandon all inhibitions and moan for the man pleasuring you. 

“Katsuki I feel- I feel like I’m going to pee…” you confess bashfully as he continues to suck you with his mouth while two of his fingers thrust in and out of you, mimicking the movement of his manhood. 

“No, you're about to cum. Don’t hold it back.” He commands you. So that’s what the knot you feel in your stomach is. 

He takes his fingers out and uses both of his hands to lift your hips up. His tongue teases your nub, not sucking anymore but merely rubbing your clit with the tip of his tongue. The loss of the stimulation of his fingers, added with this, makes you come down from your high. Frustrated tears stream down your face as dissatisfaction gnaws on your chest. 

“Why ?” Your question while looking down at his face between your legs, he gives your clit lazy strokes. 

“You didn’t say thank you. Is that how a good mate behaves ?” Katsuki’s voice was deeper now, not deep enough for it to be Bakugo-the dragon, but deep enough for you to know he’s primal right now.

He did say he wanted it rough… 

“I’m sorry Katsuki. I’ll be good from now on, promise !” You beg, desperately for more stimulation then the lazy strokes if his tongue. 

“I don’t know if I should believe you.” He rubs his dampened chin, looking contemplative. 

“Please, I’m gonna be a good mate ‘n say thank you Katsuki.” You plead again and he hums in response. 

Katsuki is crooning with pride seeing how desperate for him you are. Your lip wobbles as you beg, dependent, submissive to him and only him. 

“Fine, since you begged so nicely. But next time, I’m going to punish you.” You nod in acceptance. But before he can reprimand you for the same mistake, you use you words. “Ok, thank you.” His chest rumbles in pride at your obedience. 

In no time, Katsuki had you cuming in his tongue, and he laps it up, moaning at how tasty at is. 

“Thank you- ah. Thank you-“ you babble incoherently. 

Katsuki lays kisses on your thighs, giving a few nibs to mark you. 

He slips your night dress off while you bask in the afterglow of release and growls at the delicious sight of your bare breast. 

He captured a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue on the sensitive skin then suckling like a hatchling would. 

You bury your hand in his hair, pulling at it as pleasurable tingles travel through your body. 

“Gonna fill those with milk soon.” He declares, his fierce and deep voice confident while he squeezes your breasts in his hand. 

He took off any remaining layers on himself, deciding he delayed this enough. He was kind of nervous at your reaction. 

You look in horror at his monstrous manhood, huge, absolutely huge and the thickness towards the end could compare to a coke can, a fizzy common drink you saw servants indulge in. 

“ it’s not going to fit.” You say, folding your legs against your chest protectively. This huge thing, inside you ? Hah. 

“Yes it is.” He growls. But he softens his tone when he sees the intimidated look on your face. 

“Don’t worry.” Even though you still wanted to protest, you realize that it’s not like he can help his size, so you nod cautiously. 

He takes hold of your ankles and spreads them further apart, revealing your juicy core. 

A white pearl of precum gathers at the tip of his dick, glistening and proof of his excitement at finally being able to breed you and claim your body. His balls were full and ready to be milked inside your walls. 

“There, you can hold my hand. And tell me if it hurts.” You nod, and he interlocks his fingers with yours while his other hand adjusts his cock at your entrance. He pushed it inside, smoothly at first and he had to bite his lip to contain the whine that was going to slip out. A few inches in and you were gripping his hand until both of your knuckles turn white. 

“It hurts.” You rasp out. Well that’s troublesome, less then half his cock is inside. 

Despite how tempting it is to just ram it all in, and bask in the warmth of your walls, he gave you his word. So he pulls out, his length wet from your juices. 

He puts one of your legs over his shoulder and goes eye level with your cute, tight little hole that didn’t manage to take him. 

He gathers saliva in his mouth, then sticks his tongue inside. His warm muscle fucks you for a few minutes, thrusting in and out and relaxing your rigid walls. 

But when you start moaning for release, he takes his wet muscle out. 

Half of his length slips right in from your wetness. 

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers in yours yet again. Your hot walls clamp around him, and as he pushes his length in more and more, your tightness becomes comparable to a piece of cloth stretched too thin. It feels as if he’s going to rip you apart. 

Tears slide down your face, he’s too much. “Katsuki, it hurts…” he squeezes your hand, and begins kissing your tears away, distracting you from the painful penetration. 

“I’m all in honey. It’s ok.” He rasps out. You sigh in relief. It hurts so badly, but you’ll bear with it like a good mate. 

He stays still for a few moments, cockwarming you, while he tries to restrain his raging dragon. He growls in satisfaction, having popped your cherry and claimed your body. His scent is all over your body, even your insides. 

He begins moving his hips, hungry for the friction. You start to relax slightly, and after a few thrusts, you start to even enjoy it. 

He moans when your walls squeeze him, squelching sounds filling the room as he picks up speed. He lays his head on your chest, sucking your mounds while his hips snap against yours. 

“‘Gonna breed you so good. You’re gonna be gorgeous, swollen and full with our hatchlings. They better look like you, gorgeous.” He rambles, his cock twitching at the thought of you nursing the hatchlings with your milk and rocking them and cooing at them. It seems that you agree with him, because you hug his body tighter and squeeze him harder. So hard that his fucking falters. 

He groans when your fingers pull his hair, pretty lips mouthing pleas to come, the broken begs sounding better then any music he’d ever heard. 

He grabs your knees, pushing them against your chest, which made your walls even tighter, and let him breach and massage untouched places. 

“Ah.” You moan loudly in surprise when his tip nudges against your crevix, your tongue lolling out lewdly. 

His expression mirrors yours as he flushes an even deeper shade of red. He groans as you tighten around him in preparation for an orgasm. 

“Tell me baby, did that feel good ?” He asks, pushing your legs against your chest even more while the sound of the room fills with his balls slapping against you. 

“Yes. Thank you- thank you. Please let me cum. I’ve been good. Please. Please.” You plead and plead, but his hips slow down in response. 

“No !” You protest. He shushed you gently, grunting at the sudden lack of pleasure coursing through his body. 

“Shh. It’s ok. I’ll let you cum if you do this one thing.” You nod eagerly in response. Anything. 

“Tell me you love me.” You almost expected the voice you heard to be animalistic and deep like Bakugo, but it’s the more humanoid one lf your husband. 

“I love you Katsuki.” 

His heart flutters, the words he’s been so desperate to hear finally come out of your mouth. His lips lay a soft peck on your lips, his tender touch soft like a lover’s touch would be. 

“I love you too kitten.” He replies, and before your brain can return to its senses, his hips begin slamming again, and in no time, you are squeezing him like a vice while you cum around his cock. He hugs your small body close to him, your soft chest against his, while his cock paints your walls white. 

“So much cum and it’s all for you. It’s gonna keep coming out because dragons have that much fucking cum for their mates-“ he rambles breathlessly, shocks still traveling through his body, “- then when it finishes, I’m gonna flip you and fuck you from behind and fill you all over again.” 

The fog was starting to clear from your head, and once again, you become aware of your sweaty bodies hugging each other close and his massive cock that's still inside you and still filling you with cum.

“Uh, you want to do it again ?” You ask, unsure whether his post orgasmic rambling his nonsensical or not. 

His red eyes look at your flushed face, and he wipes any sweat or tears sticking to it with his hand- which is fairly sweaty in its own regard, but he wanted to feel like he’s taking care of you. 

“Can I ? I- the dragon is not totally satisfied yet.” He confesses while his hand presses your bloated stomach and hisses due to his cock still being inside. He’s proud of having bloated his mate because of his seed. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t do it again.

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[project-ohagi]

Keigo Takami ღ Hawks x Reader {Omegaverse AU}

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A dependable, dreamy goddess.

That was the image conjured of you, with the draping of a rose-tinted veil over his mind. Perhaps it was the fault of his instincts, that his deepest regions yearned to belong to such a sublime Alpha? To be forever marked as yours, no matter if he had to relinquish his autonomy, or simply be rendered a plaything? Yeah...that was the dream. But, if you embedded some feeling, some sliver of affection into your bite...oh, he would always keep it on display. He would proudly parade around the proof of your bond - of your love. The fluctuations in your scent seemed to bounce off his heart-strings, only further convincing the poor little Omega of your striking compatibility. It was such an intoxicating aroma, gentle but commanding. Whispers of comfort and protection almost emanated from your very soul, whenever he was particularly tired or stressed. It might have been a mere fantasy, but that wasn't enough to stop it providing for him, even at the greatest of distances. He knew you hadn't yet claimed a mate (just don't ask how), and he wished so desperately to be the one to receive that honour.

Your interactions were limited, with you being a high-ranking member of the Paranormal Liberation Army, and Hawks a rather dubious character. But, oh...loyalty to you was sovereign. He did everything to arrest your attention, but as an Omega, there weren't many avenues. He wanted to demonstrate his fertility, show you that he was prepared, willing, to sabotage his mission, if only you would bless him with a child. He would fawn over them, be the perfect mother - the perfect Omega.

Just notice him, already! Notice his desperation to be marked, to conceive!

"What would it take for you to just mate me?" A sigh rolled off his tongue, as he imagined an idyllic future.

He needed to stop transforming into a puddle of nerves and sputtered sentences, when he practiced his confession in the mirror. Where was his usual, debonair masque? He melted at every breath you took, every word you meticulously crafted, every slight movement. And, oh gods, when you licked your lips so absentmindedly, his self-control frayed more and more. He couldn't contain those needy whimpers, or the slick gliding down his thighs. It was obvious that you weren't trying to seduce him, but even so, you managed wonderfully.

How was he supposed to confront you, without immediately falling to your feet and worshipping your every inch? How was he supposed to sit idly, and wait to be selected? You could have anyone! No-one was out of your league, but he felt so incredibly inferior. As he should, being an Omega. But that wasn't it. Could he ever hope to be enough for you? To be gifted the opportunity to satisfy your every need, whether sexually or not? He longed for this, day and night. He longed to be worthy of your hypnotic lure. Recently, this desire had intensified - in a matter of days, his heat was due. He didn't want to suffer through another, alone...without the Alpha he craved. But did he have a choice? Would he be able to woo you, as a simple Omega? And most importantly - would it please you to stuff his tight breeding hole until it overflowed, and make him shamelessly moan out your name, as he begged, as he pleaded for a symbol of your devotion?

He could only dream of the ecstasy.

...Wait. What if he performed some cool, aerial tricks for you? Or...Or gave you some presents? Would you appreciate flowers? Food? What about something shiny? Gods, the scent of giddiness, mingled with a light apprehension, was seeping into the air. It was an exciting prospect, but maybe too forward? That small, niggling self-doubt still remained, and he just couldn't shake it. Was he honestly a grown adult? He felt like a love-struck teenager.

That was your effect, huh? You completely shattered his confidence, turning him into a blindly-infatuated, starry-eyed idiot.

He loved it.

He loved you...but all his training, that suave exterior...it all fell away in your presence. His thoughts muddled, and the only thing on his mind was mating. Mating...having your child...would that bind the two of you together, for eternity? He sure hoped so! Would your naturally-protective instincts allow you to reject a pregnant Omega? One who had been pumped full of you, one who would gladly abandon his position, to start a family? To simply while away the hours cuddling, nesting...

Ah...he wanted your attention, your love, your everything.

So why was he just standing around? He should be flying, pursuing your scent from the air.

That's...not a bad idea, actually.

The last time his gaze had lingered on your majestic form, so powerful, so enticing, you had been engaged in a conversation with a certain patchwork Alpha. It was common knowledge that Alphas didn't usually choose a partner of their own gender, but he couldn't help the small bubble of that jealousy rose within. Alright...the massive, all-consuming bubble of jealousy. For a brief moment, he wondered if that emotion would be acceptable, considering his gender. Did you like the idea of an Omega taking charge, possessing such unbridled lust? All for you? It was impossible for five hours to have passed, since he witnessed that horrific display, but there was a heavy persuasion to your pheromones, which convinced him to stay. He should have already turned in a report to the Commission, muttering something about the idiocy of sending an Omega on an infiltration mission. Yes it was stupid, but secretly, he was over-the-moon. This wasn't nearly as evident in his scent while with his superiors, but the minute he touched down on to Liberation Army property, his entire being seemed to relax.

You were dominant, definitely spouse material, and he ached with an overwhelming desire. You didn't appear the least bit interested in mating, but he was certain that would soon change. One-on-one, praying that the rustling of his crimson wings and the aroma of need, of passion, didn't betray his infatuation, could you honestly resist him? Would you? Or would he once more fall victim to your indifferent charm? To your powerful pheromones, which he inhaled with fervour?

A little love, and a lot of wing-action, carried him on the wind.

He puffed out his chest - maybe you were into less submissive Omegas? Or maybe not. Either way, months of planning and faux confessions were about to be shoved into a blender, and turned on full. It's said that first impressions are incredibly important when attracting a life companion, and these would indeed be his first ever words to you. He could scarcely hear himself over the erratic beating of his heart.

He didn't understand the look of half-confusion, half-amusement eclipsing your typical monotony.

You didn't understand the contrast between this Omega's brazen demeanour, and the fierce, scarlet blush on his cheeks.

A roller-coaster romance was being forged beneath your noses, but the starting pistol sounded an awful lot like a well-renowned pro hero shouting, for the whole world to hear, "Let me give you a child. Please!"

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[lopithecusfanfiction]

A Life So Changed: Chapter Fifty-Three

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3565 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Author's Note: I would like to thank BatShitCrazy for helping me with this chapter. Without you, I would have never been able to finish it in time!! You are truly a great friend. ^_^ Enjoy!

Chapter Fifty-Three:

“Master Dick, you have a guest,” Alfred says as he enters the room. Everyone is currently seated around the table for dinner, Tim and Jason pointedly ignoring each other. Bruce assumes Tim has yet to actually talk to Jason about the fight they had when the Kents were over. Damian is flipping his knife back and forth in his hand and Dick sits there quietly, deep in thought.

Bruce looks over at his oldest son who looks surprised to have a visitor. “Did you invite them in, Alfred?” Bruce asks after swallowing his mouthful of food.

Alfred just gives him a look that conveys the years of drumming manners into his ward. Bruce’s eyebrow lifts in response. The silent conversation between them flows easily. “The young lady wished to remain outside,” Alfred says, directing an inscrutable gaze at Dick.

Dick’s chair flies back from the table and he hurriedly wipes at his mouth with his napkin. Bruce sees worry, concern and a flash of fear cross Dick’s features. “It’ll be Kori,” Dick says with apology clear in his voice. Bruce isn’t sure how Dick would know that it is Kori, but doesn’t question it.

“Go,” Bruce replies. Not even one minute after Dick has left, Jason also wipes his mouth and pushes his chair back, making a poor excuse to leave the room. Tim just looks at Bruce, shrugging his shoulders and follows after Jason.

“Father,” Damian begins hesitantly, scrunching up his nose. “Why are they all going to spy on Grayson?”

Bruce doesn’t want to answer but a loud voice echoes down the hallway, interrupting his thoughts. Both Bruce and Damian leave the table and head for the front door. Damian hangs back but Bruce steps past Jason and Tim, who aren’t even trying to conceal their presence.

“But Kori?” Bruce hears Dick pleading. He stops at the threshold of the front door to see Dick standing a few steps out on the deck. The young beta is surrounded by some large cardboard boxes, a suitcase and several big black garbage bags overflowing with clothes. Kori floats a few feet away, beyond the steps to the Manor.

“No, Dick,” says the Tamaranian loudly. “You’ve explained your actions many times. I do not claim to understand why you would secretly help Wally with his heats but even after your explanations, your attempts at reconciliation, you still kept things from me.”

“What?” Dick’s voice has gone high pitched at the question.

“You heard me Dick, my voice is loud enough for your ears,” Kori crosses her arms and glares.

“Kori, I wouldn’t, I didn’t,” Dick is tripping over his words now.

“Liar!” Kori shouts.

Bruce remains calm on the outside, but can hear the indrawn breaths behind him. Quickly looking back at his other three sons, he can see how the argument is affecting Jason and Tim. Damian still looks confused by the commotion. Waves of angry alpha scent fill the air around them.

Pointedly clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention, he turns to look directly at Kori. “Do you have to do this at my front door? I don’t need paparazzi, or anyone with a phone, to start snapping pictures.” It isn’t quite a Batman growl, but it isn’t Bruce’s normal tone either.

Kori looks contrite for a moment. “I’m sorry Ba.. Mister Wayne, I did not intend for a scene. I only wished to return Dick’s belongings.” Dick has spun around to face the small gathered crowd. Bruce can see the beginnings of panic and a silent plea for help on his oldest son’s face.

“At least get your feet on the ground, Koriand’r.” Bruce grumbles the order while trying to think past yet another growing headache. Kori’s green eyes flash and it is obvious she is reluctant as she touches down on the ground below the steps. Bruce moves forward, past where Dick is rooted to the spot. The scent is stronger here with a hint of alieness that is completely different to Clark’s. “Why now? Why here in front of my home?” Bruce demands to know.

Kori’s face shows signs of distress, looking like she is about to cry. “We were going to go out for dinner last night. I was in the bathroom when Wally came over. Dick must have messaged Wally, requesting to talk to him but I think he turned up unexpectedly, and...  the walls are thin.” Kori chokes back a sob.

“Kori, no,” Dick whispers.

“I could hear them speaking. Dick must have forgotten I was there when I heard. Did you know, Mister Wayne, that Wally is in love with your son?” the Tamaranian looks directly at Bruce.

“I told him I didn’t love him, Kori! I love you,” Dick interrupts before Bruce can answer.

“I know, Dick. You were very direct and harsh. Some would even say cruel.” It is hard for Bruce to read the expression on Kori’s face as she speaks, but the alpha’s scent spikes in intensity. It smells of sadness and anger. Dick seems to understand, and takes a half step back. “I wished to speak with Wally. He is a valued friend. I was worried for him, so I went to see him today. He was afraid of me, Dick. When I explained what I heard, he ran.” Kori’s eyes flash with frustrated anger this time, and Jason instinctively steps in front of Bruce. “Wally is our friend and he ran from me! He feared reprisals from me because he admitted his feelings towards you.” Kori continues berating Dick. “This hurt me deeply. Everything that has happened recently has done nothing but cause me pain and heartache. I can’t… I just… I don’t want to hurt anymore, Dick.”

Dick appears to shrink in on himself. “Kori, please don’t,” Dick pleads quietly.

Kori looks at Dick with an intensity only previously seen in battle. As she speaks, she ascends the stairs until she is a single step below Bruce. “Dick, you have never been a cruel man. It was one of the reasons I loved you.” Dick visibly flinches in Bruce’s periphery at the use of the past tense. But the Tamaranian isn’t finished yet. “You have always shown kindness, put the wellbeing of others before yourself. It’s part of what we all do.” Kori spreads her hands to encompass everyone present. “But your words to Wally were selfish. You did not care how it would make him feel.”

Bruce is surprised to hear Dick has treated the situation so poorly. Dick puts his hands on his face and takes a shaky breath in. “Did you talk with Wally?” Bruce asks Kori.

Kori looks over at Bruce and regards him with her bright green eyes. “I did. It is not easy to catch a speedster so I waited at his favourite take out restaurant.”

Bruce tilts his head to the side, a very Batman gesture that everyone knows all too well as an invitation to continue. Inside, he feels a little guilty about how he had berated Wally after Clark’s injury. He also recalls the conversation from a few days ago and knows that Clark is keeping an eye on Wally. Clark would have contacted Bruce if anything bad has happened.

“Wally ordered his food and I was able to convince him to talk to me. We were both in civilian disguise, so we went to a nearby park. At first, he didn’t want to speak to me about Dick. After reassuring him that I was not angry, he poured his heart out to me.” Kori steps up beside Jason and Bruce, and pokes Dick in the chest. “Not only did you break his heart, Dick, but he told me about the termination of his pregnancy.”

Kori’s angry alpha pheromones rolls off in waves. Bruce struggles not to gag on the intensity. At Kori’s final poke into Dick’s chest, the now thoroughly defeated looking man falls back on his ass amongst his possessions.

Bruce’s hand whips out past Jason and grabs Kori’s arm. Kori must have been caught by surprise as her hand begins to glow green. Jason growls deep in his throat. “Stand down, Koriand’r,” Bruce orders.

The flame dies quickly, but not before a sonic boom is heard overhead and Clark lands with a scowl on his face and a tint of red in his eyes. “What’s going on?” Clark takes in the situation quickly. He turns to Kori, who looks afraid suddenly. “Are you threatening my mate?”

“Not your mate,” Damian mumbles from behind Tim.

“Yet, Demon Spawn,” Tim returns under his breath.

“Why does everyone want a half breed child?” Damian grumbles.

The group turns to look at Damian. Bruce catches the look of pain that is on Clark’s face before focussing on his youngest. Before he can speak, Jason jumps in on the conversation. “I’d be careful saying things like that around two very powerful aliens, Baby Bat,” Jason teases.

“Stop calling me that,” Damian demands, going slightly red in the face.

Bruce sighs. The combination of angry alpha hormones and arguing within his family, makes his head throb painfully. Clark walks over to stand on the opposite side of Bruce from Jason. Putting his hand on the small of Bruce’s back, he rubs in small circles gently. Jason is glaring at everyone, the rumble of displeasure from deep in his throat drawing the attention of the group.

“Dick, you were a dick,” Jason begins. “This is not Wally’s fault, nor is it Kori’s fault. You made a poor judgement call and now you have to face the consequences.” Jason draws his attention to Kori. “Having this confrontation here, at the front door of the Manor, can compromise us all. That part is on you, Kori.”

Kori drops her head briefly, her red hair obscuring her face. “I apologize for my hasty actions.”

Alfred clears his throat from just inside the doorway. “A conglomeration of colourful costumed heroes at the front door of Wayne Manor. What would the press make of this I wonder?” Bruce turns to glance back at Alfred before looking at Kori and Clark, both in uniform. A deep sigh escapes him and he pinches the bridge of his nose. This is a huge mess.

“Clark, can you at least get changed? I appreciate that you rushed here but, as always, Alfred is right. Tim, grab a coat from the hall closet for Kori, please?” Bruce tries to sound firm, like he knows what he is doing, but in reality his headache is making it difficult to concentrate. Clark speeds away in the blink of an eye, and returns moments later in a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt. Bruce narrows his eyes. “Are those my clothes, Clark?” Bruce asks gruffly.

Clark has the decency to blush. “You’re clothes are the closest things I can get to right now.”

“But my paternity clothes?” Bruce asks, eyeing the shirt Clark is wearing. It’s one of his favorites.

“It’s not like he can fit in your regular clothes since he’s bigger than you, Old Man,” Jason says, the snigger obvious in his voice. The general mood lifts momentarily but it doesn’t last long.

Tim steps out and wraps a coat over Kori’s shoulders.

“Thank you, Tim.” Kori says. “Again, I’m sorry if I caused a scene for you all.”

“Being sorry is worthless if our identities are compromised,” Damian snipes.

“Damian,” Bruce growls lowly.

“This is boring. I’m going back to my food before it’s completely ruined,” Damian says, before marching back inside.

Dick clambers up off the ground during the distraction. Bruce can see how distressed Dick is by the way he runs his hand through his hair. The strained bond between them makes Bruce’s stomach churn.

The air is still full of conflicting scents, the strongest still being anger from the alphas. Kori is mad at Dick, Clark is angry that Bruce is upset, Jason is in protective mode, and Tim has returned to Alfred’s side. Bruce needs to resolve this now, before the situation escalates.

“This is unacceptable,” Bruce begins. “Dick, if I find you have treated Wally harshly, after all he’s been through, after our discussion about your future plans with both Kori and Wally, you-” Bruce is cut off as the nausea rises in him once more. Pushing down the bile in his throat, he refuses to lose his dinner in front of all present.

“Bruce, are you ok?” Clark’s concern shines in his bright blue eyes.

Bruce nods and places a hand on his swollen belly. “She’s upset too,” he says softly.

Clark looks at him, clearly not believing a word Bruce says but doesn’t call him out on it. Bruce is thankful for that. The last thing he needs is to make another scene about him not feeling well.

Bruce rounds on Dick once more. “Did you tell her everything, Dick? Or did you hold back?” It is Batman’s interrogation voice that asks the question, dominate and demanding.

Dick pales. “I, um, mostly everything.” Dick refuses to meet Bruce’s eyes, which tells Bruce everything he needs to know.

“Dick, you’re a dick,” Jason reiterates, having finally taken two steps away from Bruce now that Clark is present. He remains nearby, however, his alpha instincts still influencing him.

“Shut it, Jason,” Dick says miserably.

Kori visibly flinches when Dick has speaks. “Mostly everything? Future plans?” Kori’s voice has taken on a darker tone. Dick looks beseechingly at Bruce. Dammit, Bruce thinks to himself. It is obvious that Dick hasn’t discussed the surrogacy idea with Kori. “Dick,” Kori regains the group’s attention. “What future plans did you have with Wally?”

“Master Tim, I believe it’s time we left this conversation,” Alfred states mildly. Tim looks to Bruce for direction and, at Bruce’s small nod of agreement, reluctantly leaves the doorway with Alfred.

Jason sit down on the step, obviously not caring that Alfred thinks this private conversation should stay private. “This should be good.”

“Jason, you don’t need to be here either,” Bruce states firmly.

“You’ve got to be kidding? I don’t want to miss this,” Jason says a little petulantly.

Bruce just glares and Jason holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” comes the grumbled concession. Once Jason has gone inside, that leaves four of them standing awkwardly amongst Dick’s things.

“I think I deserve to know,” Kori speaks up again. Dick just looks more miserable.

“Do you think we should leave them to it?” Clark whispers.

Bruce just shakes his head negatively. If Dick’s bond with Kori is suffering, he needs to be nearby no matter how sick he is feeling. Plus, he’s a part of this now, whether he likes it or not. Wally made sure of that when he got Bruce involved.

“Dick,” Bruce begins. “Tell her what you told me. Tell her everything. She deserves to know. Then it will be up to Kori as to what she does next. Whether she gives you a second chance.” Kori crosses her arms impatiently.

“Well... the future plans I was thinking of included you, Kori,” Dick says slowly. “We are still young, so is Wally.” Kori’s eyes flash but she doesn’t speak. Clark moves closer to Bruce, who leans back onto the firm, warm chest at his back. “I’m 21 years old and not ready for a family yet, but that’s not to say I didn’t want one in the future. With you, Kori,” Dick’s voice has gone soft. “I did, I mean, I do. Want a family that is, with you, Kori.”

Kori’s stance relaxes slightly. “Dick, that’s practically impossible. I’m an alpha and you’re a beta. The chances of children-”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Dick’s voice rises in frustration.

“Dick,” Bruce warns.

After taking another deep breath, Dick continues. “When Wally first asked for help with his heats, I had the idea of asking him to be our surrogate.”

Bruce sees Kori’s eyes widen in shock, and feels Clark’s inhaled breath behind him. Closing his eyes for a moment, feeling the support at his back, Bruce tries to ground himself. This conversation could either go poorly for Dick, or could help to resolve the issues with Kori.

“Why did you never mention this to me, Dick?” Kori asks.

“Because I wasn’t sure, okay? Because it was still too early for us to think about children. I hadn’t even spoken to Wally to see if he would be open to the idea. I needed to talk to you first,” Dick’s voice rises steadily as his frustration comes back in full force. Bruce knows that Dick has misstepped, with the words and tone of voice used. He tries to catch Dick’s eyes, to project calm through the parental bond, but it is in vain.

“You should have discussed this with me, Dick,” Kori is angry once more. “Before you started sharing heats with him. If you were serious, about a baby, about us, then it would have been I that spent the heats with Wally. You should have told both of us.”

Bruce silently agrees. A small sliver of guilt enters his mind. Batman has been secretive throughout his career, even when it comes to Robins who are his sons. Is what is happening now partly his fault? He feels Clark’s hands reassuringly rubbing up and down his arms. He marvels for a moment at how well Clark understands him to the point of knowing what he is thinking. Looking back at the arguing couple, he sees Dick’s face crumble.

“You’re right, Kori. I should have told both of you sooner. I’m sorry.” as soon as the words leave Dick’s lips, he starts sobbing. Dick tries to cover the tears by covering his face with his hands but he is betrayed by the shaking of his shoulders. Bruce wants to go to him but instead looks at Kori.

The green eyes glisten with tears also as she shakes her head. “How can I trust you, Dick?” she asks softly. “First, you hide that you’re sharing heats with Wally, then you tell me you want Wally to have our baby. When Wally expresses feelings towards you, you don’t consider him at all and treat him poorly. I can’t do this, Dick,” Kori says sadly.

“Please, Kori,” Dick openly begs. “I was thinking of us, of our future.”

“No, Dick. You were selfish and thought only of yourself,” Kori replies.

“Give me a chance?” Dick stretches a hand towards Kori.

“I can’t, Dick. You are not the man I thought you were. You are not the man I fell in love with,” Kori sniffles.

Bruce can’t hold back any longer. Although he knew his son has been wrong, has made some terrible decisions lately, he can’t just watch the pair of them in pain. Dick seems to be a walking disaster zone, remembering everything that has happened ranging from punching Bruce at the top of the stairs to the cave, to using kryptonite that risked his unborn child, and now destroying his relationships. Bruce needs to do something despite the headache that is now pounding at his skull.

“Listen,” he begins. “Why don’t you both take some time-”

“I’m sorry, Mister Wayne,” Kori interrupts, removing the coat she has been loaned. “I don’t think this is something that time will mend.” Clark steps around Bruce and takes the coat. Kori turns back to Dick, tears streaming down her face. She looks disheveled, heartbroken. “It’s over, Dick. No more chances. I just can’t do this anymore.” With those final words, Kori turns and flies away.

Dick falls to the step beneath him and begins to cry. Bruce steps away from Clark after a look passes between them. Clark woes inside to return the coat to the cupboard and gives the two some privacy.

Bruce steps over to the beta and lowers himself awkwardly to the step beside the heartbroken man. He doesn’t say a word but simply lays his arm over the trembling shoulders. Dick turns into Bruce’s neck and scents him deeply but it doesn’t stop the cascade of tears. “I’ve messed up big, Bruce,” Dick cries. “I’ve messed up so much.”

Bruce says nothing, not really knowing what to say to the young beta to comfort him. He has a feeling no words would do such a thing anyway. He doesn’t know how long they stay there, but eventually Dick seems to settle. When Dick stands and extends a hand to help Bruce to his feet, which Bruce takes gratefully, he experiences a moment of dizziness that he puts down to not finishing his meal. The pair walk inside the Manor, boxes and Dick’s personal items temporarily forgotten.

At the bottom of the stairs, Dick turns to look at Bruce. “I’m going to my room for a while.”

Bruce nods before heading to the bathroom to get some Tylenol. Just as Bruce swallows the pills down, Clark joins him. “How is he?” the Kryptonian asks gently. Bruce just sighs and leans into Clark, resting his head against the alpha’s shoulder. He doesn’t need to answer. Clark kisses his temple gently.

Bruce doesn’t want to think about how their situation could have ended up with similar results. He just stands there, locked in the arms of his future mate, feeling grateful and looking forward to a long future together with their daughter.

A/N: Thanks for reading!!