#milk is lie i didn't grow

[iwannabeanelfyaknow]

I tried milk but it didn't work, sir-

[buckyalpine]

Soft subby reader jealous stroking bucky

CEO Bucky x Jealous Secretary reader - slutty thot - making dom Bucky a needy slut for you.

Imagine being the soft, quiet little secretary of the very handsome James Barnes. What started off as a professional relationship quickly turned into something else once the sun had set and everyone left the office. No one know about the way he love the toy with your body to his liking, about how well you responded to him once the doors were locked.

James Barnes who had to stuff his tie in your mouth to keep your moans quiet, shoving his fingers deep down your throat while he railed you with his cock. His warm tongue would lick up your tears while you milked him dry with your needy, tight cunt. No one would ever guess such a shy little quiet thing would be a cockdrunk bunny on the inside, practically humping yourself on his thigh once his meetings were over, drooling and nursing off his cock under his desk when he was on calls.

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You took another long sip from your drink, watching a red head trace a long, sharp manicured nail up Bucky's chest, giving him a flirty smile which he smirked back to. She was a prospective investor, one of the few people on the VIP list in attendance for the yearly company gala. Bucky threw her a charming laugh, clinking his glass with hers to something she said, the red head now resting her hand higher, stroking the expensive fabric of his suit.

This was the James Barnes who would pick you up from your desk and throw you over his shoulder when things didn't go his way, fucking his frustrations out with his hand slapped over your mouth, jaw clenched with his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust. James Barnes who would fill you up with so much cum, it would drip and make a mess on your skirt, making it impossible to stand up once he plopped you back onto your chair. James Barnes who loves what a secret little slut his secretary is. Such a quiet, sweet kitten who was too innocent for her own good.

The very James Barnes everyone wants and he damn well knows it.

And loves it.

So here he was, biting his lip and cocking his brow suggestively while the woman stood tall with poise, leaning over to whisper in his ear, making your cheeks grow hotter with each passing minute. You weren't aware making business deals with new partners involved wanting to eye fuck them in the process.

You downed another glass of bitter liquid, no longer able to ignore the surges of jealously that pulsed through you. You had no business being jealous or possessive but you couldn't help it, seeing him pull the same charm he used with you, even if the context was different. You missed the way his eyes glanced over to you each time you looked away; he grinned on the inside with the soft flare of your nostrils and the clench of your jaw.

The last straw for you was when he whispered something in her ear, her eyes growing wide in response, a crimson flush covering her face.

"Sir" You strode over, rolling your shoulders back, ignoring the woman, only keeping your eyes on him, "There's a call for you in the office, its urgent"

It was clearly a lie, he knew it, as did you but you didn't care. Bucky smirked at you, cocking his head to the side curiously while you continued to stare at him, waiting for him to follow you. The woman coughed, hoping to break the tension between you both, unamused at the way Bucky's attention was completely on you.

"Aren't you the secretary, shouldn't you cover the calls-

You didn't bother letting her finish, slipping your hand into Bucky's and pulling him away towards the large elevators, the brunette letting you take him wherever you so well pleased, curious about what you'd do. You were just a soft little bunny.

"What is it kitten" Bucky smirked at the scowl that tugged your lips.

"I didn't know your business ventures required flirting with new partners" you kept your voice steady, fighting against the alcohol that was coursing through your body.

"Are you jealous" he smirked, letting you drag him away from the crowd, shoving him into the elevator.

"What's there to be jealous of" you shot back, the fire in your belly growing stronger the more he taunted you. Bucky's cock grew harder and the change of your demeanor, your possessiveness making his tip weep.

"No need to be angry bunny, look at you acting so needy" Bucky tsked while the elevator doors opened to the top floor. The grip you had on his hand tightened as you both went into his large office which overlooked New York. You clicked, while he leaned against the doors with a cocky smile, arms crossed against his chest. His cockiness took a hit when you glanced down at the way his length strained against the fabric of his pants, just as needy as you were, if not more.

"You were acting like a whore, sir" You shrugged while letting your finger trace over the outline of his erection, pressing where the tip leaked through his slacks.

"Don't tease m-

"Please" You caught him off guard, grabbing his tie and tightening it around his neck just enough to make his breaths heavier, "Now tell me what you want"

"Play with my cock" Bucky swallowed thickly, his control slipping when you unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free, begging to be touched. You took a step back, humming at the sight of him; not a single wrinkle on his pristine suit, not a hair out of place, his beard trimmed, lustful eyes boring back at you. He looked so pretty with his cock out, waiting for you to do something, his dominant side faltering in confusion.

"Why don't you ask her to play with it, sir" you cocked your head to the side like he did, waiting for him to answer, his cheeks flushing. "Hm?"

"Want you to play with it" His voice was a whisper pushing his hips forward, showing you exactly where he needed you.

"You want me to play with your cock baby, it that it?" You cooed, tapping the tip with your index finger and pulling away slowly, letting the string of precum stretch before popping your finger into your mouth. "You're so wet" You hummed at his taste, stating the words he'd always throw at you before tracing circles onto his sensitive head again, smearing his arousal around without actually stroking him.

"Fuck" Bucky hissed, nearly slumping again the door while you teased him, biting back the moans that were lodged in the back of his throat. You wrapped your hand around his thick length without actually moving, squeezing the base of his cock.

"What is it kitten" you sneered, mimicking his words from earlier, smirking at the way his cock throbbed in your hand in response. "Look at you" you whispered, "Oh sweet boy" You cooed again, this time moving your hand to cup his full, heavy balls, rolling them in your palm, "They've so heavy, does it hurt?"

"Hurts so bad" He moaned when you tugged them and squeezed them while nipping his neck. You lazily wrapped around his length again, giving him long languid strokes, watching his face twist with desperation for more. Bucky felt like a teenage boy, thrusting into your hand, struggling not to blow while you continued to jerk his cock, his hips rolling to fuck your fist. He felt like he'd never been touched before, this being the first time someone had ever taken control over him and it was something else, especially when it was you.

"Mmmph" He whined, confused and aroused at the same time, desperate for more of your delicious torture, his dom side slipping even more. He tried to regain his bearings, standing straight up again, sucking in a breath, "So jealous-

"So desperate" You tutted, smacking his cheek for opening his mouth while rubbing and stroking his shaft, ignoring his tip completely.

"C'mon bunny, touch me" He was breathless, chasing your hand each time he got close to getting the tip into your palm, groaning when you moved away.

"I am touching you, aren't' I?"

God, he loved you like this.

"The tip- please, need you there, c'mon, please"

A wicked idea sparked in your mind, pulling him by his tie to stand in front of the floor to ceiling high windows that overlooked the city. The same windows he'd fucked you against countless of times, letting the world see you fall apart. Now it was your turn.

Bucky could feel his heart hammer against his chest standing in front of the window, the city twinkling below him while you stood behind him, your hand coming around his waist to grasp his cock. Bucky's hands flew to the window, splayed wide to hold himself up, fucking his cock into your hand, hardly in control of his movements.

He pulled back enough so the head of his cock would rub against your palm before pushing forward again, chasing his orgasm, unable to take his eyes off the way his fat cock slipped in and out of you smaller hand.

"S'good to me bunny, need you ta' squeeze my cock harder, c'mon, need you bunny, I need you" He practically whimpered for you, balling his hands into fists when you complied with a hum, moving your hand with his movement, adding more pressure, feeling his cock grow harder.

"Gonn'a c-cum" Bucky stuttered out while you kissed his neck, letting him continue to fuck your hand, his tip nearly touching the cool glass with how fast he was moving. "Oh God-"

"Such a pretty, fat cock, you're making a mess baby, are you gonna cum in front of everyone and show everyone who you really belong to?" You whispered, only getting a slutty, guttural moan back in response. "Go a head baby, make yourself cum, show everyone you're mine"

"OH FUCKKKK" Your words tossed him over the edge, a pornographic moan slipped past his pink lips as he started to paint the windows with thick spurts of his cum. His body trembled, shivers running down his spine as his balls seized against his body, still feeling full as ever.

"Oh god, I can't stop" Bucky wrapped his hand on top of yours, jerking himself off faster, working up to a second orgasm, angling his hips to shoot at the window again, his head thrown back, nearly falling onto his knees. "C'mon, make me cum again, pleaseplease-

You pushed him back onto his large chair, pulling your dress up and panties to the side, impaling yourself onto his overstimulated cock, crying out when he gripped your hips and started to thrust up, not giving you any control. You clung onto him while he drilled up into you, dribbles of cum still pouring from the tip.

"You're mine sir, mine"

"M'all yours bunny, all fuckin' yours, use me, oh fuck, use me" You grasped onto his shoulders, riding him till tears streaked his face, taking everything you gave him while you pulled a third orgasm from him. And a fourth.

"I-I can't cum anymore, please, cock hurts bunny, I can't-

He was begging but he didn't want you to stop, his hips continuing to thrust up while he slammed your ass down on him sloppily, eyes rolled back while chasing your peaked nipples. He pulled you forward so he could suckle onto them while

"Your cock hurts baby boy?" you stroked his cheek, the new term of endearment making him hard all over again, a sob escaping him.

"It hurts so much, make it go away, m'still so hard, why's your pussy so good bunny"

"One more baby boy?"

"O-one more bunny"

By the end of the night, he was milked dry, holding onto you while you were tucked into his chest, his soft cock still buried deep in your pussy. His neck was littered with dark bruises you marked him with, trailing down to his chest. He cuddled you for a few more minutes before you both had to make your way back down, his hand not leaving yours.

"How was the call - oh-" the red head's eyes grew wide seeing the red and purple hues that peaked under Bucky's collar a proud smirk on his face while he put his arm around your waist.

"It went well. Closed a new deal, if you must know" He stated before pressing a kiss onto your cheek, grinning at the way you melted into him, his soft little bunny.

sorry, this was longer than i intended.

[rroseselavyyy]

then, could i request: Yoongi and yn go to the beach, she's wearing a small bikini, Yoongi can't resist her tits and starts touching them (in front of all the people there). pinching nipples, sucking, fondling...untill the both of them are so horny that they just fuck right there in front of everyone? if its way too kinky I could tone it down a bit? haha

honeysuckle - myg

pairing: yoongi x female reader

warnings: smut, breast play, exhibitionism, unprotected s*x

a/n: here is your request dear anon :) I hope you like it! 🩷🥹

His eyes lingered on your bikini top as he tried to hide his fascination with your barely covered tits. You were reading a fashion magazine under your sunglasses as he applied sunscreen to your legs, his fingers inadvertently digging into the flesh of your thighs. There were drops of water from your wet hair dripping down onto your breasts and Yoongi wanted to look away but the sight was too captivating.

Yoongi knew it was impossible for him not to give in to his animal nature when you asked him to put sunscreen on your breasts.

His hands felt gentle on your skin, massaging your breasts with great care until you let out a trembling whimper. As his touches grew bolder, his eyes found yours as if to ask your permission.

Yoongi realized you were as eager as he was by the way you tugged at his hair, eyes closed and panting heavily. He made you lie on your back while he crawled on top of you. Soft kisses on your nipples became much more aggressive as if he was sucking the milk from them. The thought of it alone sent blood rushing to his cock as the mental images of you feeding his baby with your beautiful tits flashed through his mind.

You bit your lower lip to muffle your moans as his wet kisses traced a path between your collarbones to your jawline. His hands found their way to the swell of your breasts, squeezing them shamelessly.

"Baby, do you feel it?" Yoongi brought your hand to his growing bulge as if you two were in your own bedroom and not on a beach where anyone could walk in on you. "I'm so horny for you."

You were not like this at the beginning of your relationship with Yoongi, on the contrary, you would freak out the moment he laid his hands on you in public. But you seemed far from feeling ashamed when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, making your body tremble in the summer breeze.

Your mother was right in everything she told you about him. He had been a bad influence on you.

"Don't you think it's hot?" You looked at him under your lashes, your mind too dizzy to make out any of his words as his fingers skilfully toyed with the hem of your bikini bottoms. As he smiled confidently over your lips, the sight of his wet hair and sunkissed cheeks made your pussy ache with desire. "I mean, the risk of getting caught?"

You almost cried as he pulled the bottom of your bikini aside and teased you with his middle and index fingers. "It's okay beautiful, I've got you." Your sand covered legs brushed against his in a delicious way as he pushed his wet shorts down far enough to get his dick out. "Let me take care of you."

Yoongi planted wet kisses on your cheek as he slid the head of his cock into your pussy, which was already soaking wet with the evidence of how much you wanted him. It didn't seem like getting caught by someone was on your plate, considering he was ready to explode when he felt your heavenly walls fluttering around him.

You kissed each other to muffle the sound of your moans. Even though you were making love in a public place, keeping the sounds of the declaration of your love to yourselves was your way of maintaining a kind of privacy.

His hips picked up a pace that made you see stars. As your body spasmed with an intense orgasm, your legs were wrapped around his waist as if you didn't want to let him go. Soon his cum filled you to the brim and then you felt the familiar sensation of his embrace, his arms wrapped around your form in a way that made you feel at home.

"You're a freak of nature, you know that right?" You played with the hair at the back of his neck as you teased him with a weary smile on your lips. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you recovered from your orgasm, his chest heaving from your earlier activity. "And you love me for that."

[bgomtori]

☆ autumn - c.sb

synopsis -> the transition of summer to make him fall.

-> soobin x reader

-> childhood friends to lovers, fake dating, mutual pinning, sunshine and sunshine protector relationship, slowburn.

-> warnings! yn's slightly dense, super long

-> notes! heavily inspired by the webtoon our secret alliance, please read it 😢 it's so cute and jaeha reminds me of soobin a lot.

"an alliance?" soobin peeked over his phone, looking at you like you grew two heads. you nodded your head, falling onto the bed, right below soobin's feet.

"think about it, if we lie to our parents that we are dating, they wouldn't suspect a thing when we go out! they'll think that we'll be going on a date or something, but we're actually sneaking out to do our own things." you explained as if you were a genius solving a difficult maths question. soobin placed his phone down to look at you, his head hovering over yours.

"this better work, if not i'm telling your parents about the vase you broke the other day." you gasped at his audacity to even bring that up, you stuck out your pinky finger, "i promise that this is a good idea." soobin eyed you suspiciously before locking his pinky with yours.

"i trust you." you beamed at his words, for the first time in a while soobin finally agreed to one of your plans, and did not call you stupid for it.

from then on, the both of you have been heading out for your so called "study dates" to prove to your parents that even though you're "dating", your studies are still your top priority. however, as soon as you step out of your house, ensuring that the door is sealed shut, you and soobin part ways almost instantly, sending him a reminder on the agreed timing to meet up and head home for dinner.

it also helped that practically everyone, even the teachers, thought that both of you were dating, the way soobin would walk to class with you or the way you would cheerfully run up to him, telling him everything that has happened to you throughout the day.

to you, this alliance was fun, you enjoyed spending time with soobin, now that mid terms were around the corner, the two of you have been studying together more than usual, unlike the past where he would go gaming with his friends and you would go out on dates with people you met online. you loved your time with soobin, more than you expected.

on the other hand, soobin didn't like the mushy feeling he'd always feel when you come around, he hated the way his heart would race when you wrap your arm around his.

"i think i'm sick." soobin mumbled, his face slightly flushed, his heart banging against his ribcage as he recalled the way you waved your mock test at him with a bright smile, telling him that you've finally passed the subject you've been constantly failing, later rambling about how this year is going to be your year.

"more like lovesick.." beomgyu gagged, rolling his eyes, "why did you even agree to the alliance." he added, taking a sip from his milk carton. soobin shrugged, turning his head to the side, watching you smiling with your friends as you take bites from your lunch.

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a few weeks has passed, soobin had finally realised his growing feelings for you, after multiple scoldings from beomgyu, he finally got it through his thick skull that he does indeed like you.

"i'm home! come on, let's go to my room, i really need help with my math homework." you took soobin's wrist, about to pull him into your room until your mum stopped you two.

"welcome back, wait here for a while, i have some treats for you." your mum smiled, scurrying off to the kitchen to grab some pasteries she bought from the newly opened bakery from down the street. soobin shyly thanked your mum, taking a bite out of the brownie placed infront of him, while you basically devour the cookies.

"you know.. recently my friend's daughter lied about her report card, saying that she was scared that she wouldn't see her as a golden child anymore," your mum sighed, looking down at her hands, you looked at her, taking another bite of your cookie, "you two aren't hiding any secrets from me, are you?"

you swallowed the cookie, the feeling of guilt crashes onto you, taking frantic glances at soobin who looked calm and collected, unlike you who was panicking. "no." you uttered out softly, taking a sip of cola. your mum smiled at you, leaving you and soobin alone for now.

"we're screwed aren't we?" soobin snickered, biting on the soft, chewy brownie on the plate.

"we are, i feel extremely bad. should we stop?" you asked him, using your straw to stir the contents of your drink aimlessly.

"if you want to, i'm fine with it." he replied non-chalantly. your hand came to a halt, staring at the twirling ice cubes in your drink.

"or should we start dating for real?" soobin was now stunned, turning to face you, eyes widened, his ears coloured in a red hue.

"what'd you say?"

"i mean it's better this way isn't it? we don't have to lie to our parents anymore!" you exclaimed, completely unaware of the fidgety boy beside you, biting the inside of his cheek.

"that's the reason?" his tone sounded angry and serious, something you weren't used to, you looked at soobin who had his head down, "huh wait, i didn't mean to make you angry soob.."

"please don't make jokes like that." soobin stood up, swinging his bag over one of his shoulders, about to make a move, your first instinct was to grab his wrist, preventing him from leaving you alone.

"wait thats not what i was trying to do, i thought it wouldnt be that much of a differece with us being friends." you explained yourself, speak of the devil your mum decided to walk in, your eyes flickered from your mum to soobin, he mumbled something inaudible for you to hear, "what did you say?"

soobin let out a sigh, bending down to your ear, "i said i'll think about it over the weekend, you should do the same.. about us dating." he whispered, you could feel his lips brushing against your skin, you face slowly heating up at the realisation of how close you were. your eyes followed his every action, from thanking your mum, to leaving the house through the main door. you brain was about to malfunction, causing you to bang your head against the table, clearly flustered from everything that has just occurred.

"jeez what's your problem." your mum jumped at the sudden thud, pushing you a plate of home-cooked food for you to enjoy.

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a few days has passed, despite talking to soobin like you always do, you can't help but feel like there's an invisible barrier between the both of you. he seemed out of it, replying you with single word replies, or even just humming a response. you were used to it, but you can't help but think that he was uncomfortable around your presence.

you sat at your desk, resting your head on the table, surrounded by two of your close friends, tuning out their voices while they ramble about something that didn't concern you.

"honestly, if it seems natural for you to hold hands with a guy friend, or even imagining yourself kissing him, you definitely have slight feelings for him." that statement piqued your interest, lifting your head, only to make eye contact with choi soobin, sending your mind into a spiral. you do interlock arms with him, but does that even count as holding hands? your eyes dart down to his lips, your face warmed up at the thought of his lips touching yours, making your groan in frustration.

"what's up with you." your friend questioned, concerned for your sudden outburst. you shook your head, looking back down at your phone.

soob : meet me after school, in the storage room.

yn : what for?

soob : just come find me.

you couldn't ignore the warmth pooling in your chest when you read that message, for the first time in your life, you were afraid to meet soobin.

the school day went by too fast for your liking, you packed up your things, you made your way to the storage room, only to be stopped by a friend of yours from another class.

"yn! are you going home right now? let's go to the convenience store nearby, i missed you." she exclaimed, hope shimmering in her eyes as she waited for your response. you smiled at her apologetically, about to tell her that you weren't available,

"she's not free right now julie, let's go." a familiar voice replied in your stead, his warm hands wrapped around your wrist, dragging you towards the place you were supposed to meet in. julie looked back at the both of you in confusion, "they're weird." she whispered to herself.

soobin closed the door behind him, locking it in the process. you felt uncomfortable, the atmosphere created was awkward and tense, soobin looked down at you, waiting for you to at least say something.

"uhm, did you think about it? about us dating." you asked, your eyes glued to the ground below you.

"yea." you stared at him with wide eyes, you didn't expect him to actually agree with you that fast.

"you didn't think about it right?" you pursed your lips, unable to make eye contact with the much taller male standing infront of you, soobin sighed, "i can't go out with you."

your heart dropped upon hearing those words, "wait no, i just need more time to think about it." you were rambling, your grip around his arm loosening, realising that you couldn't stop anything.

"sorry yn." he apologised, leaving you in the empty storage room, alone with your thoughts. you groaned in frustration, swinging the door open, accidentally scaring people that were walking past, you just wanted to go home, lay in your bed, and drown yourself in homework, distract yourself from dwelling over soobin. you stood at the entrance, realising that it had started to rain, you rummaged through your bag, in search for an umbrella.

"did i forget.." you whispered to yourself, placing your bag onto the ground to thoroughly check your bag, slowly you gave up, zipping up your bag. you leaned against a pillar, watching the rain hit the ground below. you stared up into the dark, gloomy sky, remembering what had just went down earlier. honestly, you weren't serious when you asked soobin that question, you didn't expect him to say yes right away too. however, you were upset that he rejected you so firmly. you knew that soobin was never that firm with you, the soobin you knew was kinder than that. so maybe, he's under the pouring rain right now and worrying about you, maybe he'll come pick you up, because he has always helped you in situations like these.

"yn!" a voice you knew all too well called out to you, you looked up to see a panting soobin, an umbrella over his head, sheltering himself from the heavy rain.

"how many times must i tell you to pack an umbrella." he reprimanded you, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, a concerned look spread across his face.

"you really came." you smiled to yourself, "it's cause it's raining." soobin replied, pulling you to walk in the rain with me.

"you should call your mum, your place is far from here, and it's raining really hard." he suggested, you nodded your head, grabbing your phone from your pocket, dialling your mum's phone number. soobin remained quiet then entire walk back to his place, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, preventing you from getting wet, matching the pace your walked at. maybe he does treat you differently.

"i'm a soobin's place right now, i'll wait for the rain to slow down before i go back home." you informed your mum.

"that's fine! just tell me when you reach home." your mum answered, "yea what did you say?" your mum's voice added, oh your mum forgot to hang up.

"aren't you worried that she's alone with a guy now?" her colleague asked, sounding worried for your safety. you continued to listen in on their conversation, curious on what your mum has to say about your relationship with soobin.

"those two aren't like that! i just tease them sometimes, but i know better than anyone that they're matured kids and wouldn't fool around." your mum defended you, your eyes flickered to soobin who was unlocking the door to his house, right, it was just the two of you in the house now. you quickly ended the call, removing your shoes.

"you can go into my room, i'll get you something to snack on." you muttered a soft okay, taking swift steps into his room, you sat on the cold wooden floor, grabbing your folder from your bag, starting on your revision for an upcoming quiz.

"soobin, i need help with this." you tapped your pen against the question you were stuck on, he closed the door, setting the plate of jellies down on the table, sitting next to you, reading the question. it was quiet, too quiet, you could hear your own breathing, it felt weird, your mind went back to the conversation your mum had with her colleague.

"soobin, wanna know what my mum said earlier?" you flashed a mischievious grin at him, soobin placed his pencil down, "what did she say?"

"she said even if you and i are alone, nothing will happen!" you laughed, "she thinks we're dating. i wonder how could she say that.. that's how much of a gentleman my mum thinks you are! haha. by the way can i borrow some of your clothes?" you joked further. soobin looked at you unamused, agreeing to your last question, going into his closet to grab some of his clothes.

"what's with that face? i only said that for the laughs. what she said wasn't wrong." you pouted, taking his clothes from him, "you said that you had no intention of dating me anyways."

"you didn't even think about dating me." soobin responded, poking your cheek with his finger.

"i'm done with the question, you should try analysing the question first before jumping into it." you hated this, he still helps you with school, and is always so concerned about you, yet why did he reject you? soobin patted your shoulder, asking you to complete the paper.

"why.. don't you wanna go out with me?" your sudden question left soobin stunned.

"that's random.."

"you're fine with everything but you're not fine with that?.." you suddenly remembered the statement your friend had said earlier in the day, "it's not as if i asked if you could kiss me."

"what?" soobin's cheeks flushed, his thoughts going wild, "see you're playing a prank on me again." you grabbed onto his arm, feeling his stiffen under your grip.

"why aren't you answering me?" you were desperate for an answer, you needed an answer, to understand why he does all he does for you, but still decide to close your out and reject you.

"don't tell me you could see yourself kissing me." you looked at soobin in his eyes, he frowned, a nervous bead of sweat trickling down his face, you were too close to him, he felt like he was going to explode.

"why are you doing this to me?"

"you can't?"

"that's enough now." he turned away, only to feel your lips against his cheek.

"i guess, i can haha.." you joked, covering your mouth, averting your eyes from him, "i guess i'm ok with kissing you." soobin was at a daze, his eyes looking at your lips now, lips slightly apart, whatever you said earlier was completely ignored by him.

"oh, just now that was..??" he lundged forward, capturing your lips, your eyes widened at the sudden contact, unable to process what was going on. soobin pulled away slowly, his eyes meeting yours, both of you were flustered, red colouring the tip of soobin's ears.

"sorry.." he apologised.

"i.. i should go now." you mumbled, immediately packing your things, scrambling out of his room, you texted your mum, telling her that you were going home, you took one last look at soobin.

he's totally red. you thought to yourself, covering your own lips, you couldn't believe that it happened in a span of an hour. you ran home under the rain, you didn't care if you were drenched or not, you wanted to escape from his place as soon as possible. that night, you tossed and turned in bed, unable to get any rest.

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"are you ok?" chaewon asked, of course you weren't, soobin was infront of you, you couldn't let him see you. you swung your bag infront of you, placing the notebook chaewon passed you in it.

"thanks, you returned it sooner than i expected." you smiled, carrying your bag around your shoulder again.

" i got someone to explain it to me instead, cause i didn't understand most of them." she explained, at this point, you were about to walk beside soobin and his friends.

"woah! really? i guess it's a friend who is really good at maths. come on let's go in." you pushed chaewon, practically making her walk faster.

"you're avoiding him aren't you?" chaewon turned back to look at you. you nodded your head, "i'll tell you in class, just go." you begged, she shrugged her shoulders, excited for the long story you were going to rant about as soon as you were not in the vicinity of choi soobin.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

"here are the worksheets you asked for mrs lee." you went to find her in the staff room after classes

"thank you for bringing it here, here eat these." she smiled, taking two packets of biscuits for you. much to your dismay, you heard the door behind you slide open, "oh soobin! come here i'll give you some biscuits too." mrs lee dug through her desk in search for extra biscuits.

"i ran out, yn, share one of these with soobin." your teacher sighed, your voice was soft, almost inaudible, "yes.." your hand reached out to soobin's placing the pack of biscuits in his hand, your fingers grazing against his.

"aren't you two close? i thought you were but you look so awkward with each other right now!" a teacher from behind exclaimed, her statement made you flinch.

"of course they're close, yn nearly fell off the ladder while cleaning the window, do you know how much soobin lectured mr because of that? ever since then i've never asked students to wipe windows that are up high. i thought soobin had feelings for yn." mrs lee giggled, recalling the incident where you almost lost your footing on the steps, trying to remove the speck of dirt on the window.

"oh my goodness, if you say that the kids are gonna feel more awkward." the teacher joked. you turned to your side, noticing the way soobin's ear was coloured in a soft hue of red. if he's slightly embarrased, then you aren't the only one that's feeling self conscious, right?

"i'm just teasing them because they're such good kids! yn and soobin are so proper and well-behaved. they've never caused any trouble too." proper. well-behaved. your head turned to soobin, making eye contact with him.

"i should go clean up before it's too late." soobin made up an excuse, trying to get himself out of the tense atmosphere, as you were about to follow behind soobin, you teacher asked, "i'm asking this out of curiousity, so.. are you two actually dating?"

"huh? it's nothing like that." your words were blunt, immediately turning on your heel to chase after soobin, knowing exactly where he would go to in situations like these. you knocked against the storage room door.

"you're in there right?" your voice was soft and sweet, soobin felt like he would melt right now, the apples of his cheek turning red, "why are you avoiding me too?"

"you were the one who kissed me." you whispered, loud enough for his to hear, soobin rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, unable to shake off the feeling of your lips against his, the taste of your cherry lip balm on the tip of his tongue.

"you know, i'm fine with it right?" that was when the door flung open, revealing soobin looking distraught.

"don't talk about that here." his tone was sheepish, the grip around your wrist tightened, watching you smile at him.

"haha! you were pretending to be fine, but you're actually flustered." you teased, soobin frowned at you, knowing what you'd say next, "i know i kissed you first, but you were the one who kissed me on the mouth–"

"not here." he whispered, his hand cupped around your mouth, preventing you from saying anything more. you removed his hand, looking at him sincerely.

"no one is here to clean yet, you know we have to talk." you uttered, your eyes never leaving his, hope glimmering in your eyes, wanting to have a conversation with him about last night.

"ok, but first, come here." before you knew it, you were dragged into the storage room with soobin again, his hand holding onto yours so carefully like you were glass, while his free hand was placed on your waist, preventing you from failing over. you regained your balance, eyeing down the now unfazed soobin. wasn't he flustered just seconds ago?

you sat on top of a barrel that was somehow in the storage room, pulling soobin along with you, he bent down slightly to ensure that he was eye to eye with you, his hands pinned beside your thighs. his eyes burned into yours, his body language asking you to tell him something.

"in the past, i liked that i felt comfortable around you." you gulped, "but now i'm becoming weird because of you." you brought a finger up to his forehead, poking it.

"i guess i forgot how i used to treat you because we've been pretending to date each other for a while, or maybe it's because you're so nice to me." oh, he was red again, he was wrapped around your finger, you knew his feelings for you, he was too obvious. your heart fluttered, you could smell the scent of his shampoo, and the scent of rain from the leaves that hasn't dried up yet, making you recall the kiss once more.

"this is your fault." you glared, the palm of your hand flushed against his chest.

"what do you mean?" he questioned, squinting his eyes at you. just say you like me you wanted to hear him say it, you wanted to hear him admit it.

"why'd you kiss me yesterday?" you inched your face closer to his, the strong, yet simple scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, his hot breath fanned against your lips, his black rimmed glasses sitting on the top of his nose making him more attractive than usual.

"i.. don't know." those were the words that came out of soobin's lips, as much as you anticipated it, he wasn't someone who would just admit his feelings, you felt disappointed. you two stared at each other in silence, you bit the inside of your cheek.

"soobin, i think we should stop lying to each other, i'll go on and tell you the truth, i lied about the reason why we should date each other. i know i said that if we dated for real, we wouldn't have to lie to my mum, but i realised that i can't control how i feel about someone." you paused, taking in the look soobin was giving you, you smiled to yourself, "i really don't know when i started to feel this way, but before i knew it, i had feelings for you."

your arms wrapped around soobin's neck, playing with the back of his hair, the tip of his ears turning red by the second, "i like you soobin."

"you like me too right? it's your turn to tell me the truth." again, your teasing grin slowly grew on your lips, soobin scowled at you, leaning closer to your lips, leaving a chaste kiss against them, "yeah, i like you too." your grin grew larger when you finally heard those words come out of his mouth

"when did you start having feelings for me." your hands pressed against his cheeks, soobin dropped into the crook of your neck, "i don't know, a long time now.."

you giggled at his response, patting his head, "that's nice to hear."

now that summer fades into autumn, the relationship between you and soobin blooming like the changing leaves, as he stares at you with overflowing love, he's reminded of the time when he fell for you. during autumn, where the season changes from summer to making him fall deeply for you, and history repeats itself, this time with sweet kisses and warm hugs.

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[actuallysaiyan]

BACON INSANE FERAL SMUT WITH DEMON KENPACHI AND HE BREEDS AND BITES ETC ETC ETC YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, I LOVE YOU

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, Demon AU, oral sex(fem receiving) pairings: Demon!Kenpachi x Fem!Reader a/n: I know you didn't send in a prompt, and I know this is short, but I will be expanding on this later. This is just like a little teaser ;)

It was complicated to say the least. The man demon you were in love with had been the very one you decided to sell your soul to. You don’t even remember the exact reason why you decided on this. You just remember thinking it wouldn’t work. But you had done the invocation. It had gone so correctly.

Kenpachi wasn’t a very aggressive demon…well, not at first. He pleased himself with just being able to have you all to himself. He was satisfied with the way you had bent to his will immediately. Maybe that’s why he didn’t have to be so aggressive with you. Still, his love could make your head spin. He could make you feel new things you never knew were possible.

This all became very apparent when he impregnated you. You were shocked to find out that someone of his caliber was even able to impregnate a human. And yet, it was very real and very much happening. The baby was growing well inside of you, and Kenpachi became even more protective than before. He wouldn’t let anyone near you. Nobody was allowed to be even close to you unless he could hold you close and make sure that nobody had any kind of nefarious intent.

He keeps tabs on you constantly. If you’re not by his side, he always knows where you are. He can read your mind and find out if you’re lying about anything. Yet you’d never ever lie to him. You’ve grown to love the demon who bought your soul. You’d do anything to make sure he was very happy and very satisfied. You grew to consider him basically your husband at this point.

Tonight, he was feeling particularly aroused. He can’t keep his hands off of you. He’s pawing at you, rubbing your swollen belly. Your tits have become so full now too. It’s incredible how much more he finds you gorgeous now that you’re pregnant with his child. It makes him so proud to see you glowing at this time. You were the one who would bring his little baby into this world. You were so strong to take his seed like this.

“You smell so good,” he grunts as he pulls you onto his lap. “Why do you smell so good, woman?”

You moan as you feel his lips on your neck. “I…I don’t know.”

You both know it probably has to do with your shifting hormones. He lays you on the bed, spreading your legs. Kenpachi laps at you like you are the oasis in his desert. His mind is focused solely on one thing. He’s going to pleasure you until you absolutely can’t take it anymore. His growls and grunts fill the room along with the sloppy sounds of his tongue and lips on your sweet cunt.

Kenpachi pulls away from you when you weakly try to push him off. A trail of your juices and his saliva mixed together clings to his face as he looks down at you. Then he pulls you closer, spreading your thighs even more. His fingers trail over your labia, pushing them open.

His cock is heavy on your mound. There’s that feral look in his eyes before he slips inside of you. The way you gasp is always so sexy to him. It’s like you could never get used to the stretch of him. He begins pounding into you, making you moan his name. The only thing in this world that makes him so happy is the sound of your voice moaning his name in pure blissful pleasure.

That’s when he catches sight of your breasts leaking. There’s two wet spots on your shirt. Kenpachi growls before he pushes your shirt up and begins to lap up the milk. You’re embarrassed and try to push him away. He smirks at you, eager to get a taste of what you’re giving to him. He knows it’s not exactly for him, but you belong to him body and soul. He can take anything he wants from you.

“Need I remind you? You sold your soul to me. No returns! I can do anything I want!”

He then begins to suckle on your nipple, his eyes rolling back as he eagerly drinks your milk. Nothing could pull him away from you at this very moment. His hips thrust harder and faster and he moans as he gets to taste that milk from your tits. Kenpachi wonders if he can keep you pregnant for as long as he wants so that he can always have this milk.

dividers: @adornedwithlight

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[sunseed-fandump]

Ok, this came to me around 4 minutes ago and I would like to share this

What if the reason for Shadow Milk being unhinged and slightly insane was that he learned every truth and every lie causing him to snap. Because Mystic Flour and Burning Spice still seem mentally stable compared to him. he’s lost it, because he knew too much.

Oh, for sure. Out of all 5 Beasts, Shadow Milk is the one I personally headcanon is practically impossible to be redeemed. His ego and spite just won't allow him to. (If he WERE to be redeemed it'd be nothing short of a miracle.)

Ngl if you look at all the Beasts' original virtues you'll find them all being assigned very broad concepts. I personally feel an aspect as to why each of the Beasts fell in the ways they did was because they became overwhelmed.

Let's take a sec to look at Mystic Flour's whole deal, since we pretty much know a lot of her story. She was assigned to Volition, which is the power to choose, have a Will, have desire. Thus, she took it upon herself to fulfill the desires of the cookies who came to her with their wishes.

And while having a Will of your own is good and important... Wills... Can be broken. And hers DID break. The moment things didn't go her way, and her enlightenment was ruined, she gave up. And she concluded that the world would be better off without ALL desire, thus Apathy.

Burning Spice and Change? What if, like Golden Cheese, he lost something precious to him and was unable to cope with that change? So he decided that it's better to destroy everything than grow weak with attachments. Eternal Sugar and Happiness? Whose happiness are they supposed to be protecting? Fights are going to break out. Cookies are going to have disagreements. You cannot, realistically, make everyone happy. So what if they decided to just focus on their OWN happiness? Silent Salt and Solidarity? Pointing back to Cookies getting into arguments and disagreeing, I wouldn't be surprised if Silent Salt just decided to give up on having everyone reach an understanding with each other.

As for Shadow Milk and Knowledge... He says his soul jam whispers things to him. I can't even begin to fathom what it told him. And i mean EVERY bit of information. Fact and Fiction. All of it unfiltered. My man is a personified Library of Babel. How does one even begin to cope with that? Answer: He Didn't. And tbh, if he didn't already have an ego before he corrupted, he ABSOLUTELY got it when he did begin corrupting. After all, there's no better feeling than feeling like you're the smartest person in the room. (And knowing for a fact that's probably the case.)

I believe the Witches had the right idea, but they made a MASSIVE oversight by making the initial virtues FAR TOO BROAD. Thus leading the Beasts to their downfalls and why the Ancients' Soul Jams are WAYYYY more specified in their Virtues.

Because what good is Knowledge, if you don't know what's TRUE? What good is Volition, if you don't have the RESOLUTION to keep going? What good is Change, if there is not ABUNDANCE to heal the world after the chaos? What good is Happiness, if one does not have PASSION for others? What good is Solidarity, if one is not FREE to choose?

[the-black-manor]

If you sleep with your window open, then you can't complain when I creep in during the night and use you to my own ends. I pin you to the bed with my body and force my fingers into your mouth to silence you when I see your eyes widen and a scream begin to form in your throat. Don't be afraid, darling. I won't harm you. I only mean to breed you.

My eyes and sharp teeth glint in the pale light of the moon, but I'm a silhouette otherwise. You can't see who's taking advantage of you in what you thought was your safest place. I start by grinding against you, working myself up, using your body to massage my clothed cock until it's hard and throbbing, straining against my trousers. And then I'm under your covers with you in the blink of an eye, and we're both naked. My body is pressed against yours, my soft lips against your neck, peppering kisses along your pulse point and collarbone as I use my cockhead to prod at your entrance. You grab at me, nails raking down my back, trying to turn your head to get my fingers out of your mouth, but it's no use. I'm much bigger than you, darling. You're not going anywhere. You don't mind if I fuck you, right? You don't mind if I use like a toy, getting off on your warm, tight hole. You feel so good...

My cock fills you completely, stretching you almost to the point of pain, and you struggle against me harder as panic sets in. I'm inside of you, buried deep, and I'm throbbing with the need to unload. But not before I've had my way with you. I took the time and went through the effort to get in here without an invitation and I fully intend to make good use of it.

I buck my hips, setting a steady pace, hammering against your insides with each thrust of my girth, massaging all the best spots. You try and fight the pleasure that's bubbling in your core, but your body betrays you and you clench around me, earning a low growl in your ear. I nip at your pulse, and as you feel the weight of my body on top of you and my cock forcing its way inside, you realize that your struggle is folly, and fall still beneath me.

There's a good little human. The fight was fun, I'm sure, but now it's time to relax as I pleasure myself. You're not getting away from me. Just lie back and let me take care of everything. You left your widow open. You wanted this, didn't you? Oh, I'm sorry darling, I can't hear you with my fingers in your mouth. That's okay. I already know the answer.

The spring in your stomach tightens as my pace grows erratic, and it's your climax forcing you to squeeze my cock tight that finally pushes me over the edge. Your muscles contract and you curl into me as I bite down hard on your neck, my fangs piercing deep and drawing sweet crimson. You taste so good when you cum. I drink as my cock twitches and throbs, releasing thick, hot ribbons of fresh cum deep inside of you, again, and again, and again.

You start to feel dizzy and your hands fall away from my back. I pull my red lips away from your neck and nuzzle into the space where they had been as I thrust my hips once more, fucking my cum deeper, even while my climax still shakes my body and more of my seed floods into you.

I can feel your stomach swelling, pushing against mine. You feel so incredible, I just can't stop cumming, and you're squeezing with each twitch of my cock, milking me hard. Your body is drinking me up as tears run down your cheeks. There's nothing you can do now. I have claimed you for my own, made you my pet, and bred you thoroughly.

And this was only round one.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I request Kieran with an older cousin Reader who also goes to blueberry? Like post TealMask and pre Indigo disk reader is just like “Alright buddy, why don’t you just take a breath and calm down, I’ve poured some chocolate milk, tell me what’s wrong.”

Yesss bc TealMask Kieran definitely needed somebody to talk to after all that shit went down-

And choccy milk, of course

.........

"I hate you...you should've chosen ME. Was I not good enough? If I'm that weak, then I'll just get stronger. And I'll get even stronger until you wish I was your trainer-"

The knock on the door snapped Kieran out of his tirade for a moment. But he refused to move from his bed, glaring back down at the Ogre mask in his hands as the knocking persisted.

He wasn't in the mood to see anyone right now.

"Go away, sis." He snarled. "I'm busy-"

"Too busy to see your cousin, Kiki?"

Oh.

Although he was still brooding, he couldn't ignore the fact that his favorite cousin was here, wanting to see him after he's been away from the academy for a while. So he forced himself to get up and leave the mask on his desk.

He opened the door to see you and your Shiny Furret at your side, smiling at him in greeting. Attached to her collar was a shimmering normal gem; he recalled you explaining how it powered-up one of her normal type attacks in battle, albeit only once.

Yet seeing her reminded him of his own Furret and the losses they both suffered....and he couldn't help but look away, unable to meet her gaze. "Hi, [y/n]..it's been a while.."

"I know, right?" You chuckled. "How was your trip? Carmine told me you guys had to come back a little early-"

"It was awful."

"...awful?" In that moment, you could feel your stomach sink, and hearing your Furret's concerned trill made you realize something was very, very wrong.

Kieran looked as though he hated the world, anger clouding his eyes.

"Yeah.." Clenching his fists, he could feel his jaw tightening up. Tears were already blurring his vision as he wondered why everything had to turn out the way it did...

He thought he made an actual friend who was a strong trainer....only for them to befriend his sister, meet Ogerpon, lie to him on multiple occasions, and steal the Pokémon he idolized--all while kicking him and his team into the dirt like they were nothing.

Like he was nothing.

He felt cheated, wronged, humiliated-

"Hey, it's alright..take a few deep breaths." You gently patted him on the shoulder, noticing how he was seething in anger over something you didn't quite understand yet. But you hoped to get to the bottom of it soon enough. "We can talk about it over some drinks."

He took a few breaths, his body now slightly less tense than before as he tried to remain calm. "You got me something?"

"Of course." Nodding, you took some glass bottles out of your satchel--moomoo milk to be exact. "They finally restocked your favorite. Chocolate." You handed one to him, confused when he just stared at it, not taking it right away.

Normally, he'd be unable to resist something sweet, especially chocolate (it runs in the family, anyways), but now he looked almost offended that you dared to buy him something he liked.

"I'm not a little kid anymore, y'know."

"Kiki, I'm almost 20 and I still drink this stuff. You're never too old to enjoy it."

".....fine, thanks." He grumbled, finally accepting the bottle before returning to his bed, taking a few sips.

Although he felt a little better knowing you still thought about him, he kept stewing over the other people who didn't care about him anymore.

Or at least in his eyes...they didn't care.

You sat beside him, with your Furret climbing on the bed and curling around him. He sighed and rested a gloved hand on her tail, fingers stroking the fur.

"Now..what happened?"

".....where do I even start?"

Yikes. He wasn't cracking right away and instead was being extremely vague, so you knew something was seriously wrong.

Growing up, he used to always run to you to hide from his sister or bullies, never keeping secrets. You were the only cousin (or family member for that matter) who didn't judge him for liking Ogerpon or being reluctant to do Pokémon battles.

Now he was acting more withdrawn than ever, even with you here.

"Maybe from the beginning..when you first got to Kitakami." You suggested, yet he still seemed hesitant.

"Do you have time? You don't have better things to do?" He muttered.

"My class in the canyon biome got out early, so I have all the time in the world."

Although it took some more convincing, Kieran ended up going into detail about everything that happened on his trip: Florian/Juliana, Carmine, his grandparents, the festival, Ogerpon, the Loyal Three...nothing was left unsaid.

He rambled for a long time, having finished his drink long ago while you were still savoring yours. But you just calmly listened, feeling absolutely awful for him as he talked about all the times his team got beaten down by this exchange student.

Not only that..but they apparently lied to him as well about meeting the Pokémon he admired. He kept wishing he was good enough to be its trainer--yet he kept failing at every chance to prove himself worthy.

Least to say, this kid sounded like a real jerk.

"...and now all I wanna do is be stronger than them. They got everything I've ever wanted, [y/n]: friends, strong pokemon, Ogerpon's love...the whole village was amazed by what they did, but what about what I did?!" He gripped the glass bottle tightly. "I told them all the Ogre's story was false! But it's like..nothing even changed!"

"You had to leave early, though.." You pointed out. "Things might've changed. They could've left the Three's monument in ruins-"

"They won't. They'll find a way to restore it. All they want is money...and any tourist gullible enough to visit without caring about the truth."

"..jeez, now you're sounding more like Carmine-"

You only meant that as a light joke, yet it only plunged the atmosphere into even deeper tension as your cousin gave you such a cold stare--like he was using Mean Look.

It honestly startled you a bit.

"I-I'm sorry, Kieran.." You apologized quickly. "You're right. Kitakami's banked their entire economy on tourism for generations. They're not gonna let go of that story easily, even if it's all fabricated."

His gaze softened, although now he was looking down at the floor, now absentmindedly petting your shiny Pokémon's fur. "[Y/n]...could I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"Would you be able to look after my old team?"

In an instant, your heart sank. "What..?"

"Yanmega, Furret, Poliwrath..and all the others..I wanna transfer them into your care permanently. But I'm keeping Dipplin."

"You..wanna surrender your entire team?" Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "That's....look, there's ways you can improve upon it. Maybe they just need-"

"NO! You're not listening!" Kieran snapped angrily, clinking the glass harshly onto his desk. "I couldn't win at least ONE battle!! I did everything right! I formed bonds with them, taught them the best moves possible...and for what?! Just so they could hold me back?! Just so I could keep failing?!! I need to change my team, so I don't want any of them anymore."

"Not even Furret?"

"Not even Furret." He repeated with a scowl, gritting his teeth. "It's no good to me if it keeps going down in one hit..."

"Ret!"

Blinking, he looked down at your own Furret, almost forgetting that she was still curled around him. She seemed rather upset, ears folded flat against her head...and he made the mistake of staring at her beady-black eyes for too long, as guilt quickly settled in.

What was he doing?

''m sorry, I didn't mean any offense. I've seen you fight...and you're so much stronger. [Y/n]'s lucky to have you...o-of course, you're a shiny after all...h-haha..." He began to sniffle, his hands trembling as he pet her fur; unlike before, it was failing to calm him down. "It's okay. Y-You'll get to hang out with my Furret from now on...just like the old times. Wouldn't that be fun? You and him..d-don't have to worry about me anymore.."

"Ret-ret?" She felt a drop of water splatter onto her ear, which she flicked off, now looking worried.

You frowned slightly, finally understanding how much your little cousin was in pain...and to learn all of this happened within such a short timespan.

It made you wonder if you could've somehow prevented this.

"Kieran.."

"I-I don't wanna surrender anyone, I don't wanna feel like this. But..what else can I do?" His voice cracked, bowing his head. "I just..w-wanna be like Florian/Juliana..but nobody takes me seriously. They all think I'm going through some "phase". They all treated me like the Ogre..laughing behind my back, calling me weak...getting mad when I try to fight back...and I hate it, [y/n]!! They hurt me and NOBODY CARES!! Not even my own family!!"

"That's not true at all. I care, Kiki..I care so much about you. That hasn't changed." You wrapped your arms around him, letting him clutch your uniform jacket as he hiccupped, burying his face into the fabric. The poor kid was shaking, and you weren't sure if it was in anger or sorrow, or perhaps both.

When you were his age, you remembered dealing with all sorts of difficult feelings, too, and just like him..nobody else seemed to get you. You were mostly alone in coping, yet you had incredible Pokémon who helped you realize there's more to life than battling and winning.

Hopefully, you could help him realize this, too.

"..wh-why couldn't my own sister be this nice to me..?"

"I don't know. You want me to beat her up?"

He was quick to shake his head.

"Okay, okay.." You sighed softly, patting his hair in comfort. "Then...if you wanna become a stronger trainer, I'll do my best to help. I'll take care of your old team, lend you some research articles...whatever you need, just say the word."

"...I-I wanna take on the Elite Four and become champion.." He mumbled. "Maybe then..no one will mock me. Will you still support me then?"

That caught you by surprise, considering it was such an unrealistic goal for him right now. He barely has any double battle experience, yet he was willing to learn it if it meant becoming the best trainer in this academy.

Who were you to say no to him when the rest of the family seemed to turn his back on him? You didn't want him to shut you out, too, so you finally relented after giving it some thought.

"Of course."

"You're not lying, are you?"

"No, I promise."

Those words seemed to get Kieran to settle down, as he pulled out of the hug. His cheeks were a scarlet hue, stained with tears that he hastily wiped away before you could fully see them.

And he immediately insisted on going to the library to begin his research, and you both simply packed up your things and headed out, sending your Furret back into her pokeball.

You hope you made the right choice.

[fatgirlonadate-blog]

21 Days - Day 8

A lie is like a seed. Once planted, you can only expect it to grow. And the lie you told Xavier is not just any plant. It's a weed - determined to sprout and spread no matter how hard you try to nip it in the bud. 

Last night, after you answered in a panic, Xavier had just stood there, holding the handcuffs and looking at you with that dark, intense stare he reserves only for you. The stare that makes you question whether you're excited or scared. Probably both.

He continued staring, not saying a word, until your mouth caught up with your mind and you started babbling out excuses about how you thought you could use them to practice. Interrogations, subduing a perpetrator, restraining a suspect - you know, all kinds of useful Deep Space Hunter things that are decidedly not kinky.

He didn't believe you - you could tell. But he also didn't ask you any more questions, either. Instead he nodded slowly, set the handcuffs down on his nightstand, and went to bed. Just like that.

You had thought you were going to get away with it until this morning. Until now.

"So when did you want to practice?" Xavier asks, sitting across from you at the small dining room table sipping his strawberry milk tea.

"Huh?"

He takes a bite of toast and watches you carefully. "Interrogations, restraining, subduing..."

Your face flushes hot as the lie you told him last night comes back to haunt you. Of course. Idiot girl. You should have known he wouldn't let it go that easily.

"Oh, um, whenever. But we don't need to. It's not really important."

Xavier gives you a surprised look, "Really? You seemed to think it would be useful last night."

You clear your throat, and fiddle with the hem of your shirt, "It was just a silly idea. I was being dumb. We're usually fighting wanderers - it's not like we are going to cuff them or anything."

He leans back in his chair, his gray pajama shirt riding up a few inches as he stretches. It's just enough for you to glimpse the thin line of dark blonde hair that trails from his belly button down to the waistband of his black pajama pants.

"I don't know," he says. "I think it's a good idea. It's not something I have a lot of experience with. Let's try it."

You're trapped in this lie now and you know it. There's no slipping out of it. You've dug yourself into a hole, and you're going to have to dig even deeper to try to get out of it. It's either that or admit to him that the handcuffs were a 'gift' from Sylus, and that is definitely not an option.

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I guess we could try sometime..."

Xavier stands and starts clearing off the table. "How about now? It's not like we have anything better to do."

Your breath catches in your throat. Now? You shift in your seat and pull out your phone looking for an excuse. Any excuse.

"Um, well, I don't know. I'm supposed to do a check-in call with Jenna today to update her on the mission."

You flash the phone screen at him as he returns to the table, silently thanking God that it's your turn to give her the status report.

Xavier leans against the table, his eyes fixed on your phone. "Your call isn't until 1:00PM. We have enough time."

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off. "Let's do it now so you won't be late."

Xavier's tone is soft and casual, but his eyes spell danger. He has that look on his face that he gets when he's hunting. You aren't a wanderer, but you suddenly feel like prey.

"Okay, jeez. Don't be so intense about it. We're just practicing." You say, trying to force a laugh into your voice.

Xavier smiles, and his expression softens a bit. He reaches out and ruffles your hair.

"Are you nervous?" He teases, "I'll go easy on you."

"Hey!" You squeak indignantly, swatting his hand away. "What makes you think I need you to go easy on me? Maybe you're the one that should be worried."

He laughs, and turns toward the hall that leads to the bedroom. "We'll see. If my calculations are correct, then you've got about 10 seconds to form a plan before I come back with the cuffs. Good luck."

Your heart races as he disappears around the corner. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You quickly glance around the room as if you're seeing it for the first time. What can you do to try to keep from being cuffed? It's not as if you can use a weapon.

The clock is ticking, and you've barely had time to think before you hear his footsteps padding back toward you. You swiftly position yourself behind the dining table as he enters the room.

Xavier stands before you in a relaxed posture, his arms hanging loosely by his sides, and his face is neutral. But his eyes are a little brighter than normal, and the corner of his mouth is hinting at a smile.

Curiously, his hands are empty. You'd expected him to be carrying the handcuffs.

"Where are the cuffs?" You ask, your eyes darting between his hands and his pockets.

His mouth curves into a smile, "I have them."

"Really? I don't see them."

Xavier steps closer until the two of you are at opposite ends of the table.

"You will soon," he promises.

You scoff, and can't resist teasing him, "Oh yeah? Then let's see what you've got."

He gestures toward the table between you, "Any day now, Mrs. Shen."

Your eyes flick between him and the table. You know what he's doing. You've been on enough missions with him to understand how he thinks. He's trying to get you to make the first move. He's trying to bait you into acting. Into running. Into making a mistake.

"I don't think so," you counter. "Come on, bunny. I'm not afraid of you."

"Maybe you should be," he says, his voice low and rough.

The sound makes your stomach flip flop. But not in fear. No. The thrill humming through your veins isn't fear at all.

Xavier's eyes are locked on yours as he starts to move in a slow, deliberate circle around the table. You immediately mirror his actions, keeping yourself on the opposite side from him.

The sound of your own breath is loud in your ears as the two of you play cat and mouse around the table. You watch him closely, your eyes tracking the slightest movement of his body so that you can match it. 

You know that you can't circle around the table forever - that he is eventually going to make a move. He's just waiting for the right opening. And you're determined to make him work for it.

Xavier stops moving and his eyes linger on the table for a long moment. It's the only warning you get before he vaults himself up onto the wooden surface. You gasp and quickly take several steps back toward the living room.

Your heart hammers in your chest as he presses his advantage and stalks toward you. You continue scrambling backwards until the back of your calves bump against the couch and you nearly lose your balance. Xavier's hand shoots out, you think to steady you, but instead he pushes your shoulder and you fall back onto the cushions.

You land with a surprised yelp and try to scoot backwards as he moves to straddle you, pinning your legs down. His weight presses you further into the couch as he leans over you and grips your wrists in both of his hands.

"Got you," he whispers, forcing your wrists up above your head.

"Not yet, you don't," you say breathlessly, struggling against his hold as he tries to pin both of your wrists with one hand.

You twist beneath him as his free hand fumbles for the pocket of his pajama pants, and you try to slip out from beneath his body. But he's strong; stronger than he looks. And before you are able to get even one wrist free you feel the cool metal of the cuff slide around it with the accompanying "snick" sound as it locks into place. He easily does the same to your other wrist a second later.

"Now you're mine," he says, propping himself up with his hands on either side of your head.

Xavier's cheeks are flushed and his hair is messy. He’s panting slightly from the struggle, and his warm breath caresses your skin as he looks at you with dark, satisfied eyes.

For a moment, you forget that this is supposed to be practice. You forget that you're supposed to resist him. And you just stare at him instead. Gone is the sweet but distant boy who makes your heart ache and in his place is the man who makes your pulse race and your stomach flutter. This version of Xavier isn't distant at all - no, he's right here and completely focused on you.

Warmth spreads through you where your bodies are pressed together and the ache between your thighs makes you feel needy. It would be so easy to just rock your hips up against his and beg him to touch you, but the last time you did that he stopped you entirely.

"Okay, okay. You got me. You win," you say reluctantly. "Want to let me up now?"

"Not yet," he answers, pushing himself up and leaning back on his knees.

Xavier's gaze drops to your lips and he moves his hand to your neck, gently pressing his fingers against your pulse point. You squirm under him and his eyes snap back to yours.

"What's my name?" he asks.

"Wh-what?"

Xavier laughs softly and repeats his question, "What's my name?"

"Xavier?" You answer hesitantly.

He nods, fingers still pressed under your jaw. "What city do you live in?"

"Why are you asking me th-" You begin, but stop when Xavier brings his other hand to your chest and places his palm over your heart. He can feel it pounding beneath his touch.

"Be a good girl. Answer the question," he commands in a low, soft tone. 

Your brain nearly short circuits at the words ‘good girl’ and you blush as you answer, "Linkon."

"What year is it?"

These questions don’t make any sense, and you squint at him as if he has lost his mind. You're not sure what game he's playing. With a frown, you shake your head, and try to sit up. But he simply holds you down more firmly - not budging an inch.

"Ugh. Why are you asking me this?"

"Just answer the question," he repeats.

"2044," you say, exasperated, “Happy now?”

He stares at you for a few moments, and then nods again as if he’s figured something out. He caresses your neck with his hand before bringing his fingers back to your pulse, pressing firmly.

"Who do you like more - me or your artist?" He asks, looking at you intently.

You freeze, your entire body going stiff as you register his words. "What? Why?"

Xavier leans in and nuzzles the spot just below your ear. "Didn't you say you also wanted to practice interrogation?"

A surprised laugh escapes your mouth as you realize what this is - what he's trying to do.

"What? No." You backpedal, shaking your head. "No, no, no. This isn’t even how interrogations work!"

"Answer the question," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

"I'm not answering that," you attempt to say firmly, but the feel of his lips against your neck makes your voice waver. 

"Why not?"

"It's a silly question."

"Is it silly?" He asks softly, trailing featherlight kisses down the side of your neck. "He is apparently handsome and funny. And when you text him, you appear to be a lot happier."

He pulls back to look at your face, and you can see the doubt and vulnerability hiding in the storm of his eyes.

"So, what's your answer?" he demands.

"Xavier, are you...jealous?"

He shakes his head, frowning, and looks away, "I'm not."

You bring your cuffed wrists up to his face and cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.

"You are. You get upset every time I mention Raf. You’re such an idiot," you say affectionately.

He exhales hard through his nose, and his eyes sharpen, "I guess if you dislike someone you'd think they were an idiot no matter what they do."

"True," you reply softly, running your fingers along his jaw, "But dummies who get jealous and sulk? Those are my favorite."

He stares at you for a long moment, searching your face, and then a soft laugh escapes his lips. He removes his hand from your chest and grips your cuffs, pulling your hands away from his face and pinning them back above your head.

"Then I guess you must like me the best?" he whispers, his face close to yours, his eyes fixed on your mouth.

You close your eyes and nod, holding your breath, waiting for the kiss that must be coming. But it doesn't. Instead, the alarm on your phone chimes indicating your call with Jenna starts in 15 minutes.

You groan and open your eyes to find Xavier's piercing blue eyes staring back at you. You’re sure he can hear your alarm chiming, but he’s ignoring it. His focus solely on you. 

"The alarm. My call starts soon," you explain, squirming underneath him. "Come on. Move. I can't keep Jenna waiting."

"Nope," he says, with a small shake of his head.

You roll your eyes at him and attempt to wriggle your cuffed wrists free, but he grips you tighter. 

"I won't let you go until I hear the answer I want."

"I already gave you my answer," you insist.

"No, you didn't. Who do you like more - me or Rafayel?" He repeats his question, looking at you intently.

"Xavier," you whine, "I'm going to be late."

"If you don't answer me, I won't let you go. I'll make you miss your call."

"You wouldn't dare," you say incredulously.

"Try me.”

You’re about to retort, but the edge in his voice makes you hesitate. He means it, you realize. He’s serious. 

You’ve seen him sulky and jealous plenty of times, but that’s not what this is. This is different. This is something hot and possessive and demanding. And you can’t deny him - not when he looks and sounds like he needs you.

"You," you finally answer.

He releases his hold on your wrists, and cups your face in his hands. His eyes are bright and soft as he looks down at you.

"Say it again," he whispers. "Say the whole thing."

You swallow hard, wrestling with your thoughts, before finally answering.

"You, Xavier. I like you more."

A part of your heart breaks as you say it; the small part that you've kept tucked away just for Rafayel. But then Xavier kisses you. He kisses you like you're his air, his water, his very reason for being - and you know that it’s the truth. 

[megangovier]

In The Woods

Word counter: 918

Pairing: Ghost face x fem! reader

Summary: You're lying in your tent, listening to the sound of pouring rain. Enjoying the peacefulness of the place. Around 22:30 a man in a mask paced around your tent.

Warning: 18+ only | Alcohol | Smut | mdni | Dub-con | P in V (wrap it up, before you tap it) | Slapping | mention of "slut" "bitch" | Oral m | degrading & praising | breeding kink | Spit kink | Recording | Choking |

You've been camping out in the woods for a few days now, enjoying the secludedness of the environment where no one else would go. You brought a few things with you, books, basic necessities and beer to relax while the rain was pouring down. You're currently lying in bed, eyes closed, listening to the rain hitting the trees around you. A sigh of relief falling from your lips, a small smile on your face. This was the life, away from work, reality and stress. Work at times could be so stressful, it had put you in the hospital. But you were a lot better now since you've been camping out in the wildness for the last few days.

Your body felt so tired, so you turned off the light, closed your eyes and slept. you felt so comfortable on your back, chest slowly going up and down. As time went by footsteps could be heard around your tent but it didn't bother you, you were known to be a heavy sleeper since a teenager. A 6'6 masked man all in black was standing outside your tent. Slowly unzipping your beautiful, spacious tent he crawled inside quietly zipping up the tent. As he crawled onto you, gloved hand over your mouth your eyes opened and widened with fear. His body covering your small one, wriggling under him to try and get away he grabbed your arms and held it beside your body while he opened your legs with his thick one.

"You're going to do what I tell you, because if you don't, you'll face the consequences, got it?" you nodded your head in agreement. "Good girl, now I'm going to remove my hand from that pretty mouth of yours, you better not scream or make a single fucking sound." As he removed his hand, you looked away from those monstrous eyes, making him grab your face squeezing it slightly "No you look at me the entire time, I'm in control here, not you." A whimper left your lips, making the man slap your cheek "listen here you bitch, I'm going to use you however I please, for the next few hours." As he undid his belt, he grabbed your wrists and tied them together making sure you can't fight back.

Moving closer to you, he slapped his cock on your face, eye's widened in fear "what's wrong pretty, this cock too big for you to handle?" chuckles "It'll fit, if I make it fit" As he slammed his cock down your tight throat, his head falls back in pleasure "fuck, your throat is so tight, such a little slut for me. Taking a stranger's cock like that, have you done that to every guy that's been in these woods? I bet you have". Grabbing onto your hair now, he fucks your throat a bit faster making you gag "such a pro at this, you're doing so well for me." A few thrusts more and he is ready to paint that pretty throat white " Stop now princess, I'm going to fuck you now, I want my hot seed inside you, watching your stomach grow with my babies, while your breasts grow with milk" you couldn't help but moan at what he said.

"You want that don't you, I know you do, the way you just fucking moaned when I said that" positioning himself between those luscious thighs of yours "I haven't touched you and you're already wet for me" a grin slipped onto his lips "Now you're going to be good for me pretty slut". Grabbing your face "Open up pretty slut" as you did, he spitted into your mouth. "Such an obedient girl, complying with what I say," you could feel how hard and needy he was "I'm going to fuck you now, now be good for me and just lie there while I do all the work" Slamming into you, not caring if it hurts. He slipped both hands onto your lower stomach making you shiver "Feel good huh? you should be ashamed for enjoying this, I'm a complete stranger pounding into you, in the middle of nowhere, you're actually disgusting, borderline sick" .

You couldn't help but moan at the degradation and bullying "such a weirdo, I bet your parents don't even know what their own daughter is like huh? how about we show them". Getting out your phone from your pocket and videos you. "Aw, look at how disgusting this bitch is, taking some stranger's cock like some bloodhound in heat, look at the camera slut and tell them how much of a worthless slut you're" tears running down your face "I'm a worthless slut". A maniacal laugh leaves his lips "Look how nasty you're slut, people are commenting":

"SLUT"

"Who knew huh?"

"No wonder she has no friends"

Tears started to roll faster down your face "Please stop" a slap landed onto your face harshly causing you to clench around him "so pathetic, like being humiliated huh? everyone knows the type of woman you're now" Slipping a hand around your throat clenching even more around him "Fuck I'm so close, you're doing so well for me slut" Slapping your thighs harshly and breasts, a strangled moan left your lips causing you to come all over his cock "atta fucking girl, can you do that one more time, I'm really close and want to breed you so badly" As you did what was told his cock was pulsating "take it all" his seed explodes into you.

@toxicanonymity @toxicrecs

[reorientation]

Anon with the natural insemination fantasy here!

Your reply got me so fucking wet. I just imagine you forcing yourself on me. Fucking me until you're cumming deep inside me. The sensations making me cum hard while I'm begging you to put a baby inside me. I'm disgusted with myself for cumming on your cock. I don't tell my partner what happened. You're their best friend, part of me is scared they'll take your side. So when you offer to be our donor, of course they accept without a second thought. How can I tell them now? And the satisfaction you have from knowing you're putting a baby in me one way or the other turns you on so much.

As soon as we're alone together you remind me just how much I liked it and how you're going to keep doing it until I'm knocked up. How you're going to love watching your baby grow inside me. You tell me that you might even try to convince Partner to let you naturally inseminate me with their permission. We both know it's a longshot, but the idea of them letting you breed me without asking me if it's how I want to get pregnant turns me on so much.

...I'm losing control of myself right now. The fantasies are getting away from me. I have to make myself cum to this or I'll never get any sleep.

(Previously)

Fragments of conversation, from across a few months:

-----

"Just give in already, my little breeder. It's all right to come on my cock if you're going to make a baby for me.

That's right. That's a good little slut."

---

"You didn't even try to tell them, did you? That's so goddamn cute. Don't worry, we can keep it just between the two of us - and baby makes three.

Now get on your fucking back. You're not going to tell them about round two, either."

-

"Take it. Take it like a good bitch. You're going to take every drop of my cum until I fucking breed you."

---

"Are you really going to try to lie to me? You loved it. Every time. No one's ever milked my cock like that before. Hell, I might have to try to get them to let me breed you while they watch, just to see you struggle to act reluctant."

---

"I know I should be saving up for the right time of the month, but I can't fucking resist. I don't want to ever see you without my sperm or my baby inside of you."

---

"You know I'm not going to stop now, don't you? There's no way I could stop myself from using my little babymaker. Don't make me rape you while your belly swells."

[creweemmaeec11]

Four-Word Sentence Prompts

I saw @creativepromptsforwriting do this, and it looked really fun, and I wanted to try coming up with my own. I hope they don't mind! (also I hope I didn't accidentally use one they did)

"You can't be serious,"

"This can't be happening,"

"We'll make it work,"

"I can't stop crying."

"I hate loving you,"

"I'll end it myself."

"I can't let you."

"Put the knife down."

"Please don't say that."

"Don't do this now,"

"I can't fix that."

"Stupid actions, stupid-er reactions"

"No milk, two sugars,"

"Kiss or kill me."

"Don't tell me lies."

"Don't leave me alone."

"Leave my dignity intact."

"Don't you fucking dare,"

"I'll kill you slowly,"

"One more, that's it,"

"There's no going back."

"Hate is awfully misleading,"

"It's gonna get worse,"

"Can I keep it?"

"Stop it, just stop,"

"You've lost your mind,"

"Pretend you're still ignorant,"

"Gravity seems strong today,"

"Blah blah, you blah."

"That a nice skeleton,"

"Don't try me, angel,"

"Devil's always taste better,"

"You could just ask,"

"You are so robotic,"

"Please lie to me,"

"Kill them for me,"

"I don't want you,"

"Guilt only grows grief,"

"Feeling regret is pointless,"

"So you admit it?"

"I could, you know,"

"The mystery grows deeper,"

"Oh please, you're joking!"

"Have a little faith,"

"Cry me a river,"

"We won, didn't we?"

"Did you do that?"

"What are you exactly?"

"Your heart is stupid,"

"Pick: loyalty or truth,"

"Just once, that's all"

"Am I still alive?"

"Pick a side already!"

"You look good confused"

"Don't say a word"

"Ready to feel regret?"

"I still see you"

"You baffle me sometimes"

"Feel the rush yet?"

"Let's go out screaming,"

[loggiepj]

UNTITLED WANDA SHORT STORY

Part 9 | Part 10

Wanda: (moans) Fuck, Y/n—

You: Shit, you feel so good squeezing me like this.

Wanda throws her head back unto the pillows, back arching, as you thrust yourself deeper into her. Her walls hugged you tight — the enchanted strap that Wanda made you wear on your hips.

Wanda can see the desperation brewing inside of you as she pulls you into a hungry kiss, fingers threading through your hair to hold you in place. Your bodies press against each other with your hips drilling into hers. Her legs wrap around your back; one of the heels digs your lower back.

Wanda lets out a whimper when you hit a good spot inside her, making her pull away from the kiss. You both press your foreheads together, gasping and breathing heavily with sounds of pleasure as you stare at each other's eyes.

W: Why are you in a hurry?

Y: I only got five minutes left. Ten if we're lucky.

W: What— oh, fuck—

Before Wanda can ask why, you fasten your pace.

Wanda's nails dig into your back, breaking skin. The pace is relentless knowing any minute now, Stephen will come knocking on her door.

W: I love you, Y/n. Fuck, I love you.

Tears start to brim in the corner of your eyes as you nod back at her.

Y: I love you so much more, Wands. (Wanda's hand moves to squeeze your butt, pulling you much closer if that's even possible.) Fuck, you have no idea.

The Wanda writhing uncontrollably underneath you has no idea that you're not the Y/n she's married to in that universe. She has no idea that her Y/n, who was away for work that day, didn't just go home to have a quickie with her wife. She certainly didn't question earlier how you managed to get inside her lovely house when she remembered you forgot to bring your key when you get off to work in the morning.

Wanda screams in pleasure as she pulls you and hugs you against her. Your face buries into her neck. She shudders as she comes, moaning your name into the air. The moment makes you lose it.

Your hands grip on the sheets as you come, your eyes rolling to the back. You don't even question how everything feels so real, as if you're painting her walls with your own release, and how good it feels when her tight walls seem to milk you for more.

You grow obsessed with the idea of Wanda in other universes that you always find yourself volunteering to Stephen's missions when it involves travelling to one. Wong was initially against it once he found out. But eventually, he stopped meddling into your business.

Whenever you get the chance, however minimal, an hour the most, you start to savor each second with the version of Wanda who looks at you and loves you dearly. Luckily, Stephen hadn't looked for you yet when he had lost track of your sudden whereabouts. But most of the time, you got distracted with how amazing Wanda was at that universe you were visiting, that sometimes, Stephen would come barging into her door with a face you couldn't paint.

You know you’re living a lie and you can't go on living like this. Not when everytime you get back to your own universe, you and Wanda have become close friends. So close, it's starting to become unbearable not being able to kiss or touch her.

Your growing friendship with Wanda was what led to your breakup with Maria. Everyone had seen it coming, to be honest. It just took one of you to admit to the other that it wasn't working anymore. It just happened that it was Maria who ended it.

Wanda, on the other hand, is ecstatic the moment she finds out that you're single. And it isn't because she now knows what happens in the future — of you two getting married and having two kids— that she is spending too much time with you whenever you're around in the compound. Even when it's just as friends, she cannot help but feel the tension between the two of you.

There are even moments, however short, when you and Wanda would pause on talking and just stare at each other, eyes drifting towards lips, gaps closing without noticing. And those are the moments Wanda swears you two will finally kiss.

But of course, it doesn't happen.

Vision notices the tension too. How can he not? He asks Wanda one night if she has feelings for you.

But she only turns silent, for she doesn't even know herself.

She just knows that her heart beats like crazy when you're near her. She just knows that her stomach is filled with butterflies whenever you talk sweetly to her, unintentionally or not. She just knows that she now craves for your presence, even when it's just the two of you eating breakfast silently or watching the television together seated chairs apart.

She just knows that it's different when it comes to you. Good different.

Vision: Maybe . . . You’re already falling for her and you don't even know it.

What Vision said, breaking Wanda's trance, made her realize something.

It's true.

She's falling in love with you.

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[mychlapci]

I love twinks getting their bodies ruined with pregnancy.

Rodimus is so proud of his body as it is, sexy little waist and perky little breasts. He loves it and everyone else does too. Probably too much because suddenly he's pregnant, and with his forge being blessed by primus himself there are multiple huge sparklings inside him. He hates this, he is looking fatter by the day and his pretty little tits are growing big and heavy with milk. He is always sore and can see stretch marks all over his once perfect flat belly.

He is visibly milfy after the pregnancy, big hips and thighs, paunchy tummy and fat tits that sag after he pumps them. As much as he hates this most bots are ogling the new and improved captain and hoping there will be a chance to put another litter in him.

YESSS that's what I'm taking about. come closer pretty twink i promise pregnancy won't change that little waist of yours (lie)

Rodimus gaining so much baby-weight while carrying his first litter he can't lose it afterwards... his perky, firm titties get heavy and saggy, his smooth waist is now thicker, there is a pouch on his belly that makes him look fatter. He felt gross through the whole pregnancy and he was hoping things were going to go back to normal once the sparklings were out but... he can't lose the newly gained weight.

Roddy feels ugly now, he had the perfect speedster figure and now he's got a fat ass and tits that won't stay in his chest plate... what's worse is that he's convinced that everyone is calling him pretty just to make him feel better. But oh boy, the entire Lost Light is lusting after him, now more than ever. A cute speedster with a grabbable waist was fun to fuck, but a fat fertile bot like that? Now they're talking. Everyone wants to stuff him full of sparklings again so that he just keeps getting bigger and fatter, to make sure he looks as fertile as that forge of his is.

Rodimus does everything he can to get back on track, maybe be doesn't lose hope and after a while he feels pretty enough to fuck someone and oops. They didn't pull out in time. Don't worry captain, you'll look very sexy with a baby-bump.

[byfulcrums]

Things that have definitely been said in YJ (the Cartoon)

M'gann: WAIT WALLY DON'T EAT- that....

Kaldur: Wally, that was a highly dangerous and toxic object. You should go immediately to the hospital

Wally, with his mouth full of one of M'gann's failed attempts at mixing martian and human cuisine: Mmmhph????

The team: *Arguing*

Tim, whispering to himself: We don't kill we don't kill we don't kill we don't kill we don't kill-

Kaldur: Your opinion is valid, yes, but given it is a stupid ass opinion, I have elected to ignore it

Wally, following Artemis around the place, gesturing wildly: Yeah but if you add water to water it grows, right? It makes sense, Artemis, it makes sense–

Artemis, covering her ears and groaning: *Whispers* I hate every single one of you

Dick, filming the whole thing: *Snorts and accidentally chokes on his saliva, causing him to fall on the floor coughing like crazy*

Conner, having just walked into the room: ...Nope. Bye. I'm leaving this team

Artemis: Honestly I think Dick Grayson is way better than Bruce Wayne

M'gann: He's also more handsome, not gonna lie...

Wally: *Laughing his ass off on the floor*

Dick, curled up inside the vents, holding his head with his hands: Worthless... you are all worthless...

Conner, unaware of heterosexuality because CADMUS didn't teach him all that stuff: Wait, girl's aren't supposed to like girls? And boys aren't supposed to love boys? But I thought humans were called ‘homosapiens’

Zatanna: Oh my god-

Wally: I'm so smart. The smartest person here, if you will

Artemis: ...“sHoULdN't wE cAll sTrAiGht pEoPlE hEtERoSaPiEnS?”

Wally: Shut up shut up shutupshutup SHUT UP-

Kaldur, sighing: I just- I just want to know why you threw Wally off the mountain

Conner: Wally dared me to. It was consensual

Kaldur: Conner that doesn't make it any better.

Zatanna: I have decided to blame every kind of emotional instability I've having on my period. I don't have it yet, but I'm about to, so it counts

Kaldur: *Sigh* What did you do

Kaldur: Wally GET OFF THE CEILING honestly I should not have to say that...

Jaime: Fuck.

Bart: Double fuck.

Both of them at the same time: Triple fucking fuck

Wally: Hey, who's the stupidest one here?

Everyone else: You

Wally: Oh

Wally: And that's how you finish this equation!

Artemis: Wait you know science?

Wally: ...yes? Did you think I didn't go to school?

Artemis: No, no, it's just that if I had to think of someone who is an expert in science I wouldn't think of you

Wally: Well that's just rude. Hey M'gann, do I look like I didn't go to school?

Artemis: I didn't say you didn't go to-

Conner, immediately appearing: Yes

Wally:

Zatanna: Oh yeah! I remember when a branch on fire almost fell on me. We were camping. It was a big branch.

Zatanna:

Zatanna: I almost died.

Dick, didn't get any sleep in two days: Milk is... bone juice. Calcium...

Wally, also didn't get any sleep in two days: I feel like I should be concerned about that statement but honestly I'm interested

M'gann, who cannot stand being around them while they're sleep deprived: Both of you. Sleep. Now. Please

Dick: Baby

Tim: What

Dick: Baby... baby brother. Baby

Tim: No

Jason, has been Robin for almost three months now, training with the team and having to pretend to be a ‘villain’: I will hold your decapitated head in front of your weeping mother and hang it on her ceiling so that you will never get any rest even after death! :D

The team:

Wally: Dick, what are you feeding this child?

Kaldur after Wally and Dick pranked the team: Violence is not the question nor the answer, but sometimes we must take drastic measures

Kaldur, handing Jason a sword: This is war.

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Ronin raising a baby left at the door-step| pt.1

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Reader: female - the baby

Notes: i live for this man and father daughter content, and also Part One <3

Warnings: Yelling, Baby Y/n throwin punches bc she dont take no shit 👊

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We're gonna go being left on the door step daughter father content here

Left at the doorstep of the leafmans barracks with a little tag that said "Commander of the Leafman army"

Some rookies found you, all bundled up in a hand woven basket.

So they take you to Ronin, whos probably already on his 40th cup of caffine that day

"Ronin!"

"Busy-"

"This is important."

He looks up at his soilders, and tells them to come in.

There they are. With you. No more than a month or two old asleep in the bundle of blankets.

"What? Sanchez finally had her baby? On Duty no less? That woman has to be strapped down for bed rest."

"No...sir. She was at the barracks entrence."

What? Huh?

Did he hear that right?

"By who?"

The soliders shrugged.

Ronin was quick to get up and the soilders handed him the baby.

"Basket had your title on it sir." One spoke, "Does that help identify the parents at all? You know anyone who was havin a baby sir?"

"Just Sanchez." Ronin answered, he too wanted to get to the bottom of this, "Find her and her wife, make sure there okay. Both of you go together."

And off they went, he sat down with you, a big yawn coming from you.

Truth be told he didn't know who this child was or who's it could be.

But he thought it was cute how you grabbed onto his finger, eyes big and gray, your color hadn't come in yet.

Yet he could assume you had been born with that ashy black color hair. You had a pretty decently full head of it after all.

And that's when he saw it.

A pendant around your neck, tucked away and hidden, in the blankets.

Wraithwood.

A product of two worlds colliding.

Then and there he knew he had to keep you safe.

You were innocent in this war and in this world.

The soldiers come back; tell him what he already knows; it's not Sanchez's, and Sanchez is standing guard, pregnant as ever.

"Let's bring her to the Orphanage," one recommended, "They'll know what to do,"

"No," Ronin ordered, "She was left here, for a reason,"

"But sir, she's a baby, no offense, sir, but can you handle a baby,"

"I handle you two, don't I?"

Leafmen that see him leaving are in shock; did him and Tara finally get together? Have a kid? Wait had him and Tara been together this whole time?

Yet despite there stares he holds you close and leaves with you home.

Nod's was home, he putting dishes away; he was always home before Ronin.

"Don't tell me you brought home a baby aphid when you told me no," Was the first thing Nod told him when he seen the blankets.

Nod was quiet shocked when he was shown the baby.

"Who's kid?"

"Orphaned, staying with us just for a little bit. Till we figure it out."

Oh what a lie.

You were staying forever.

Lets just say: the first few days? Shit the first day was stressful

What are they suppose to feed you?

You certainly don't eat ration packets- or quiet frankly....anything

For there luck the old lady next store was real tired of hearing it and knocked on the door.

Nod answers the door.

"Why is that child trying like she hasnt eaten in an hour?"

"She won't eat."

"Move aside."

Props to the old lady coming to the rescue and saving Ronin's ass

"Milk Lily's tend to be the norm, especially when my children were growing up, I'll give you a list of needs and some milk lillies from my own garden to start you off with- Where is your wife Ronin? She must be tired from the bundle of joy."

"There's no wife," Ronin informed, "Someone dropped her off at the barracks."

"Then I can call up my sister. She works at the orphanage. Will that help any?"

Ronin was silent, looking up at the old lady rocking the child, "Im keeping her."

"Well..." The old woman started, "she is certainly cute. I dont blame you... You'll need a few things"

Bam Baby list.

It's just the essentials, really, especially for the age.

The first weeks were really hard on Ronin

Like really hard, hes use to no sleep. But...damn...

They can find both of you sleeping when Ronin has downtime in his office

And sometimes the other soilders take you to play with you.

"She can't walk yet idiot!"

"It's called training for a reason!"

Ronin after weeks of having you: has yet to name you

People litterally just call you "baby"

That's until one day he's coming home with you in a sling one of the soldiers had shown him how to wrap, he's coming back from his Milk Lily farmers.

Nod's not home: as he's on night rounds covering Sanchez's shift- finally she had taken bed rest

So the window at the end of the hall being opened confused him

He called for Nod but got no answer.

So he set you in the basket of groceries: you know. For safekeeping as something sounds in the kitchen.

Before he can even round the corner and into the kitchen he's attacked from behind,

Arms wrapped around him to choke him, hoping to kill him easily and cheaply.

Yet Ronin kicks as he's dragged and manages to grab the dagger that sits on his belt besides his sword and stabs backward at anything physically possible

Into the shoulder and let go he turns to face the intruder

A boggin woman, "Where is it!?"

"I have no idea what the hell you're on about!"

Yet the crying in the background catches ear, and it's a race for the baby. The woman gets there first and gets through his front door.

"Fuck!" Ronin shouts quickly following grabbing his spare bow and arrows at the doorside.

With his skill it was a simple shot and down the woman went. He running to grab you as you cried.

"It's okay. It's okay..." Ronin cooed, "shh...my Y/n...shh."

The commotion grabbed neighbor's attentions as they came out to help

"Ronin, are you -"

"Call the gravedigger..."

"Are you alright? The both of you?"

The people only got a nod as he walked back to his home.

And from that day forward you're named Y/n.

No particular reason he claims anyone who asks in the future

Its a lie, he had been thinking about it for a while

He'd be lying if he didn't get even more attached to you, especially as the months came through: you're eyes matched your hair in orgin: that yellow orange that came from Wraithwood with the midnight hair

As you get older too Nod takes a more brotherly role.

And Ronin finally introduces you to Tara closer to your year old mark.

"I have been wanting to meet you for some time." Tara smiled, lifting Y/n into the air with a smile.

Yet you reach back for Ronin

Totally does not hurt Tara's pride- it really hurt

"She's not keen on new people"

"Oh, she's your daughter for sure then." Tara teased.

Tara was right there

No matter what you were pretty attached to your dad.

Though your first words werent Dada, they were idiot and leaf.

He knew exactly who he had to make run laps because of that

You were an early bloomer, walked early, started babbling one or two words early

He was pretty proud of you.

There was no "big 1st birthday" party for you.

It was just you and Ronin, and Nod, Uncle Finn coming to watch you destroy a pie as you tried to eat it.

Pie is just about your third word.

Finally something more normal.

Besides that, you don't talk very much, even as you grow, and as you grow, Ronin, kinda not by his desires, gets pushed into a Mommy group.

Judgmental mommys are ass mommys

"Well, she doesn't talk yet. That's concerning." A mother commented.

"Y/n can talk when she wants. Isn't that right? Y/n?"

He only gets you hugging him tighter in response.

1000% daddys girl

You come to enjoy playing with his gear.

All of it

Weapons included.

And as your old enough to play on your own with kids your age, you don't

You prefer Older people to younger people: find friendship in the old man that sits on the corner with his coffee in the moring rather than people your age.

100% as you become older and able to play by yourself with no one watching over you (which isnt full true ronins always there somewhere in the background) you can be sure you'd come home with a pet aphid

"His names Charly! But with a Y! I don't like it spelled with ie!"

"Y/n let the Aphid go."

"No way! Charly needs me!"

Charly infact does need you.

And even grows up with you: as he was pretty young when you found him

The Adventures of Charly and Y/n have began

Ronin's the dad that says "were not keeping the aphid" and then becomes bestfriends with said aphid

Honestly? Really proud of himself for once when it comes to you, he's been really critical of himself in the past, seeing you be so loving and caring towards people you love really warms his heart.

Will let you sleep in his bed if you have a bad dream.

Yes Charly can come too

Shit Nods squeezing himself in there too

First day of schooling?

Ooo...he's worried about that one

No Charly to be with you, no one to keep that sass held back a little

Turns out you didn't want to go.

You cried- alot

"I don't want you to go!"

"I'll be back in a few hours. I promise -"

Holding onto him, she cried harder, "No! I don't want you to go!"

Only got you to stop crying with removing the creast from his helmet he had in hand

"See. I'll always be in here." He spoke tapping the metal.

"Really?" She asked, he wipping the big drew drop sized tears.

Ronin nodded, "It'll keep you safe. Like I do."

Y/n nodded as he kissed her head.

"No leafman-" he started

"Is truly alone." She finished as he smiled at her.

"Now. Go. I don't believe in anyone more than I do you."

Turns out school wasn't bad, and you were excited to do it again.

Bad idea on giving you the crest: you simply haven't let go of it

During school hours especially, holding it while your eating: while your at playtime standing alone. Its in your pocket if you have to use both hands

During anytime your at home your more leniate with it: sits at the table by your spot at the table, or under your pillow if you want a good dream, or on your dresser if your drying it from being freshly cleaned and polished.

Alot of kids repeat stuff from there parents. So alot of people ask if your moms Queen Tara

"I don't know Queen Tara." Y/n answered.

"Sure you do! You're her daughter!"

Y/n shook her head no, "she's not! My Dad's My mom and dad!"

"My mama says you're a half breed." A girl spoke up

"I am not!

"Yeah, you have that werid colored eyes because you're from Wraithwood!" A boy added.

"I am not!"

"My Momma said your momma got attacked by your daddy from Wraithwood, and that's why you're a half breed!" A third.

"I am not!"

"Yeah, you are! Momma says that the only reason Commander Ronin takes care of you is because they didn't wanna spread rumors!" The girl again, "the same thing with your brother! Your daddy probably killed his daddy!"

"That's not true! My Dad's My dad! My dad wouldn't abandoned me!" Y/n shouted, "My dad wouldnt hurt anyone!"

"He's not even your dad!-"

Then all the sudden your in trouble.

Like big trouble.

Punched someone in the face trouble.

And Nod's there to get you instead of Ronin

He gets the silent treatment as he walks the two of you home

You can sure Ronin's PISSED when he gets home

He's let you hang around "soilders" for too long

He's actually never yelled at you before.

Then again you've never gone to school before

Watching you physically flinch as he's yelled at you trying to get an answer out of you stopped him in his tracks

He's absolutely floored

Deadstop

What the fuck did you flinch for? Did you think he was gonna hit you? He's never hit you before?! Why would he do it now-

His response is shutting down: nothing like this has ever happened before and his shutting down is building up walls.

Seems you've latched onto that idea after the first time he yelled at you.

You stay away from him: you didn't show up to dinner so Nod brought you some.

Your hiding under the bed.

And he sits against the bed, a plate close enough for you to grab on the floor.

"Whats wrong baby bean?" Nod asked, yet she was quick to grab the food.

"Dad hates me...I'm not even his...." She responded, looking down at her favorite meal made, it only upset her more and she pushed it back out from under the bed.

"Ronin could never hate you." Nod answered, "He loves you, in his own way...sure-"

"Yeah? And I'm not even his."

"Y/n your his everything."

"Then why is everyone saying he hurt someone. And I'm not his."

It takes Nod a solid few mintues to figure out whats actually going on

He's realizing kids are most likely repeating there parents gossip

Which is lies anyways.

But it looks like you need more time than anything

So when he leaves and you're left in your room by yourself with Charly

You end up eating dinner with your hands, your aphid eating off the plate with you

Ronin's surpised to find a plate washing and air dried in the bathroom the next morning.

"Where'd this come from?"

Nod leaned against the doorframe rubbing the tired our his eyes: "Mhm? Y/n's probably."

"On the sink top?"

"Look, be glad she's okay, alright?" Nod argued, "She had a rough day yesterday."

"She had a rough day?" Ronin asked sarcastically, "Nod she floored a kid-"

"Alright. Yeah, whatever." Nod answered, rubbing his face as he slipped away for caffine.

So...with the thought now in his mind he went to go see how your doing.

Sleeping most likeky

Yet he finds an empty bed, and an open window.

"Y/n?" Ronin asked, no answer: and his worry spiked, "y/n-"

Yet the chirp of an aphid caught his attention as it slipped from under the bed to stretch, and Ronin was quick to kneel down and look under the bed.

There you were asleep and hiding, as far back as you could against the wall

So he does what ever dad does.

Moves the bed to get to you.

You're still sleeping when he picks you up

Your head on his shoulder and little legs wrapped around him.

Okay, maybe he wants to hold you like a baby again: it makes him sad almost, how fast you grew up.

You wake up but stay silent: After all your father hadn't held you in quiet a while.